#rosegrowsngrows

Innately, Rose was a arrogant woman, a beautiful sun that blinded those around her. She was prideful, someone who preened before worshipful gazes. However, she was a product not of her own design but of the Governess of Beautiful Dolls, and the Governess was not a prideful woman. While not envious herself, envy was her trade, the successes of others dyed the cloth she waved into the souls of the flawed, to fix them.

So there was a impasse, it was not Rose's nature to compromise and it was not the Governess's nature to lose. So instead, a merge.

The egg rumbled and oozed, rivers of wine pouring like a open wound as the first demon of vanity was conceived, mirrored scales and golden masks. Beauty itself lay in the egg... as well as a mess.

The Governess sighed, gathering two of her maids to the task of collecting the draining impurities oozing out of the egg. After all the carpet was expensive.

The Sin has been Chosen, and the drive may resume.

Gold 3

Pink 3

White 2

Black 5

Gold needs two more before a Conquest is picked

Pink needs 2 more before a Brood is picked

White needs 3 more before a Fear is chosen

Black needs 5 more to acquire a title.

Accessories are now unlocked. Vips may choose to purchase a item with powerful effects that can increase growth rates or link two colors together, as well as some other effects.

To promote the blog and of course, Dolorosa's Haunted Gala, Rose has entered the Dolorosa's Wardrobe Womb to be suited with a new identity and outfit! And that is where YOU come in.

Until the big day, every post will provide Contribution Points to one of five colors.

A anonymous ask is 1 contribution point.

A ask with a blog tagged is a extra.

A like adds 1 contribution point to the color, and a reblog adds 2.

I will try to make the contributions suitably ominous and erotic.

Every color will, no matter what "Rank" will add to the shape, so every color matters. However the leading 3 colors will add theming to the final outfit, and certain milestones will achieve bonus features.

The character with the most contribution points will recieve the grand prize... Rose Lalonde!

Here are the colors:

Gold: Power, to control to own. Its body augmentation is muscles, its theme is wealth and power like Rose's mentor.

Pink: Some Grow Powerful, some Grow Old, however, they all Grow. Its body augmentation is hips, its theme is milfication. Pregnancy may unlock.

Black: The color black consumes all colors and gives nothing back, like many caves. Its body augmentation is breasts, its themes is demonic.

Green: The jungle holds ecosystems of teeming complexity and fecundity, with vital niches humans do not understand. However they have one simple rule. Take and be taken. Its body augmentation is height, its theme is monsters.

White: While many understand that the undead are filled with those who will do anything to escape Death, few realize that once they have achieved a second life, they are so compelled to spread it. Body augmentation is cock, its theme is the undead.

High earners may be allowed to pick accessories for more targeted bonuses.

Poll tied so we are redoing it with more info and less options.

The gardener is most like the governer, one who controls the world around them and tries to bring out the potential in others, by their rules.

The Jewelcrafter is a artisan, one who whispers inspiration in the ears of others in exchange for their services. Slothful but brilliant, like their own stones.

The womb rattled, milk oozing from its fabric as slowly, it started to rip. The Governess watched, gazing upon the inky blackness that lingered in between the ruined fabric as the egg breaks open. Rose stirs within, reaching out to the light... changed, improved, ready.

The Governess smiles, the creature that was Rose smiles. This will be a halloween to remember.

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Roxy sniffed the hallway, trying to catch a whiff of... something. Truely, the top heavy super sleuth didn't know what she was supposed to find in the odor of the Manor that she was failing to see with her eyes... but well, sleuth had origin in tracking dogs, and she was trying to mantain character.

While Roxy had joined Sassacare's college to investigate her mother's disapperance... all leads have dried up around the iron cane of the beautif- dangerous Colonel Redglare. Every trail ended with her toned body and predatory smile, but it stopped dead there! There was no way to move past that inassaiable wall of self assuredness, even the thought of trying made her knees quiver. Quiver in fear! And thats it.

However, Halloween approached and while she had spare a single button of this Sherlock outfit, the hat had made her feel rather dapper, so she had decided to give another go. Shockingly, it actually worked, the first woman she interrogated didn't even look her in the eye when they cracked, her eyes just drifting downward. Anyway, in exchange for only 3 squeezes of her lap drowning rack, she was told that this manor was actually purchased from her Mother when she joined! That HAD to have clues.

And so far she found... nothing. But a very promising nothing! These walls were covered in masks and lace run round the ceiling. It was very spooky and sinister seeming. Plus everything smelled like... brandy?

Oh maybe there was a speakeasy here! That would mean a secret passage which would mean clues!

Suddenly, there was a click sound as a portrait fell over, revealing a dumbwaiter. In a hallway? How mysterious... Roxy bounced over, sticking her head inside to look at the containts of the compartment... only for the dumbwaiter to suddenly rocket down, and poor top heavy Roxy, who made the mistake of using the convinent shelf as a rest for her heaving tits, fell down with her.

Roxy plopped, suspeciously safely, upon a fine persian rug, the glittering red emblazoned with iron chains. The sleuth blinked, looking up, and up, till she found a door.

The door was heavy stone, carved from granite and marble and featuring a mural depicting something the lighting was too dim to make out... What did show through was the heavy iron bars that sealed the doorway shut, keeping anyone from getting in.

Or out, Roxy realized with a smile, staring up at the rapturous effigy of herself blazoned upon the door. After all, this WAS the cage. Their was a creak above, and Roxy looked up with hope at the glittering yellow jewels staring back.

"Mommy!" Roxy cheered arms aloft as she jumped up, her feat never reaching the floor as she was plucked in place by silken ropes that fell from the ceiling just to hoist her up, up to the glittering beaty that was her mothers gaze.

Glittering rose and jade bands alteranated as Roxy went up, up, up, along a long serpentine neck of jewelry that lined the throat of her mother, the floor vanishing into darkness as the Mother moved closer, the scent of brandy everywhere. A smile of sunlight graced her mothers lips, her mothers head starlight concealled under a hood and mask, so that when her lips parted golden light spilled away. And at the moment her grin usured in dawn with its wideness... revealing everything.

Everything. Roxy couldnt help but look down, upsidedown as she was, she could see the bulging bossom she mistook as the floor of the cage before, the rug merely a dress that covered the heaving bossoms and yet, hid nothing, just capping at the halfway point of two waterfalls of milk that quitely flowed around the living mountain. Her ass was infinite, a wide chasm that could bear a entire brood in a single push. Her Mother was more then massive, she was a ecosystem, entire lives and cultures devoted around the niches and needs of her desires. Roxy was no different.

Well that wasn't true. Roxy squirmed in her bindings. After all, she was here now when the rest of the cult just dreamed.

Cuffs shook as a finger was lifted, the offending digit as thick as Roxy's thigh, and it trailed along her body like it was inspected a toy.

Roxy could be that, for mother she could be anything.

She didn't say that outloud but the Mother heard it anyway, kissing Roxy in thanks upon her forehead. It was almost chaste in a way that nothing else about Mother Manacles was. Including the feeling. Roxy trembled, a feeling of shame washing over herself as she climaxed, right in front of her mother.

Watch. Mother Manacles ordered, with the same poignant and finality any god will have to a oracle, and Roxy was happy to obey, happy to feel her mothers silks wrap around her, slipping inside her silly costume. Happy to have the phony investigator outfit stripped away, to feel the shackles milk her like her mother. But mostly?

"A big spender." The Governess muttered as, absent her command, the Gilded Cagemaker's womb thrummed, carefully selecting the 4 pieces for the tribute. Rather then the ravenous hunger from before, that unrepentant consumption that tried to swallow all it could to further its own breeding... Now the cage had become controlled, poised, silver chains pinching the fabric as it dubitably accepted the rations offered to it.

The chains press themselves upon the drawer and as the cold metal touches the fabric the ancient silks slide upward, trailing up the chain towards the womb that patiently waited for its meal.

The blackened wisps of night curdled into red, the rich color brightening into pink as two colors were saited. The womb gurgled as it grew, like a content stomach digesting its meal. But then... that gurgle became a rumble, then a quake. The glittering pink built up, overpowering the other colors until it was nothing but a jewel encased pearl of pink, building and building up for the next evolution.

And, locked in Vriska's room, Roxy sat waiting for a fate she did not know was hers.

Black Red 13

Pink 11

White 9

Gold 3

The second pink poll has been unlocked. What is the future of Rose's child?

With two more red a stain can be picked to let the demon mark its passing.