After seeing what Morton did to Florence, Angie steps forward as quickly as she can.
Angie was a small 5'3" and weighed a massive 350 pds. She looked like a giant ball of fat
Morton decided that Angie would be his Healer. He would have to consider this one carefully to make sure she would fulfill her purpose and would have the personality to be a true villain. An idea occurred to him. It would work perfectly and as he incorporated this thought with others he then made his wish. He then stepped back to watch. This time he wanted to see if he could make the transformation not as painful. It was turning out to be a long wait but after ten minutes, he could see that she was beginning to be affected.
Angie placed her hands on the side of her head as felt a pressure beginning to build up outside of her brain and seemed to be forcing itself in. Angie found that the force was causing her to think of certain things certain ways and when she tried to think of something else or wouldn't think of something the way it was being presented to her, the force would grow stronger and the pain harder to bear. So she just did what the force told her and the pain almost seemed to vanish.
Angie smiled as she began to grow until she was 6' tall and her weight diminished until she had an hourglass figure with a large bust and tight ass. Her hair turned a dark shade of red and went just a little past her shoulder blades.
Angie then felt a new force fill her that seemed to heighten her senses and just made everything around her seem more real. Angie realized she was filled with mana, the lifeblood of magic and spells of healing and strengthening began flooding her mind. With all of this power she just wanted to help people.
The pressure in her mind grew increasingly sharp and Angie cried out from the pain. No, she realized. She didn't want to help people. The reason that she had all this power and these spells of healing was to allow her to cause others more pain. When others would have dropped dead from their wounds, her victims were still screaming for mercy. Without her spells of healing, no one would be able to last a night through the hell that Angie would put them through for her own pleasures. Now she remembered the spells of pain that could cripple a man physically, mentally, and emotionally. It was the blood that really excited Angie though. The night just wasn't over until someone spilled some blood.
In order to control such a dangerous and hostile personality, Morton gave her the intellect of a four year old. Now she would think of him like a father figure, one that must be obeyed no matter what. Those on his team would be her brothers and sister. All others would only be toys that she would have her fun with.
Morton smiled as Angie looked up to him and asked, "Daddy, when do I get to play? When do I get to see the blood? When can I cause the pain? I promise not to kill them, no matter how much they beg."
"Soon Angie." Morton gave a proud look at his 'daughter'.
"Yeah!" The psychopath with a child's mind yelled as she jumped up and down. Morton knew he had another success but much as her breasts jiggled, Morton wasn't going to be sleeping near Angie, let alone with her. She was far to dangerous a weapon for that.
"Now for our final member." Morton smiled.