“Please… please, I can’t take much more…” Monica said as she put her hand to her forehead.
“Oh come now, that’s not true and you know it.” the man replied with a smile on his face.
She’d come to his door with the message of the lord on her lips, and joy in her heart for spreading the good word, but it had quickly gone all wrong.
The neighbourhood that she was proselytizing in was wealthy and affluent, just the kind of place that needed what she was offering. And she was good at what she did, her girl next door with glasses disarmed most people and made them open up quickly to the ideas she was selling.
She dressed modestly, long skirt, baggy sweeter, low rise shoes, and held her holy book tightly to her chest.
When she’d knocked on this door, the man had introduced himself as Thomas, but she seriously doubted that was his real name, if he had one at all.
He’d invited her in, which wasn’t unusual, and she’d agreed. They’d sat down in his living room and started to talk… or she had at least, and he’d quietly listened as she gave her spiel. It was only after she finished that he’d started to ask question.
Questions like, “What if the only gods are already right here with us?” and “What if the power to control our destinies is already in our own hands?”
They were strange questions, but the one that caught her most off guard was, “What if I could prove to you I’m right?”
She’d shot him a incredulous look as she replied, “Well, if you could *prove* it, I’d have to beleive it, wouldn’t I?”
He’d returned the same smile to her and snapped his fingers, instantly changing her modest attire into a sexy parody of what she had been wearing.
She’d squealed in fright and shot up, rushing towards the door, but she’d heard another snap and she’d stopped instantly.
H’de snapped his fingers again and she’d felt her body shift and change. Her short brown hair flowing down over her expanding chest, her lips plumping up along with her ass.
Another snap and her attire changed again, into a tiny golden dress that exposed her new cleavage, both on her chest and her buttocks.
He’d walked up behind her and spoke again, “So do you beleive me now?”
“Yes! Please… let me go… I beleive you!”
He’d walked around in front of her and shook his head, “I don’t think so… not yet at least. Come with me.”
He’d crooked his finger and motioned her to follow him back deeper in to his house. They arrived at a small dark study, with an alter in the middle. He’d gestured her to sit on the floor as he’d hopped up onto the alter.
And that was where she found herself now, pressing her hand against her forehead and hoping against hope that this was all some kind of fever dream.
He snapped his fingers again and this time she felt something change in her head, she let out a soft moan as she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again.
“Now then, tell me what you beleive.” he demanded.
She blinked and frowned, “I beleive… I beleive that… that gods exist on earth.”
“And?”
“And… and… we control our own destiny.”
He shook his head from side to side, “Almost there.” he said and then snapped his fingers once more.
The feeling in her head came once more and she let out a gasp as her nipples hardened and her pussy quivered, a small orgasm crested a moment later.
“Again, tell me what you beleive.” he demanded once more.
“That you are a god on earth… and you control my destiny.” she said as she looked up in awe of the god that deemed her worthy to speak to.
“That’s better. Now, I’ve been looking for a new head priestess… would you be interested in the job?” he asked.
He eyes widened and her voice squeaked, “I would be honoured!”
He smiled down at her and her whole world brightened, “Very good, then I think I need to see how good you are at giving head, don’t you?”
She nodded and crawled between his legs, eager to start her priestessly duties for her god.
