Waiting downstairs. He won't wait long

"What devilry have you told her?" the mouthy woman, Stephanie, said as Grace walked back down the stairs, Beatrice a few steps behind her.

"I made her an offer. A promise to return actions with actions. You should be familiar, your god loves such things," Grace said imperiously.

"Don't pretend you know anything of His love, you heathen slut!"

"...I could tell you exactly what transpired that made me throw away my former faith, but I won't. I think that would give you too much satisfaction. Instead, you can watch and decide what to think for yourself." Grace stepped aside to watch Beatrice saunter past and towards her father, who was still struggling to keep his wife off him. Both fear and hungry desire filled his eyes as he stared at his daughter.

"Bea, don't do this. You don't have to do this. This about this logically!" David pleaded, but Beatrice wasn't deterred.

"I am thinking logically. I was promised something in exchange for doing this, and it just so happens I want that more than I want to save your feelings. Sorry, Daddy. Would you hold him for me, Mother?" Stella didn't waste a moment in grabbing her husband as Beatrice got down on her knees.

"Beatrice, stop! Do not cave to these evil promises. Their supposed 'salvation' is nothing more than hollow lies to tempt you! I've known you since you were a young girl, and-"

"Holy fuck, shut up, Stephanie. Enough of your sanctimonious bullshit," Bea said with no shortage of venom. "Your fearmongering isn't effective and isn't what I want to hear."

"The Lord speaks even if you do not want to hear it!"

"Oh yeah? Well since we're on the topic, do you know what I want? I don't want to be afraid anymore. I don't want to constantly fear for my life and sanity. You say I have to be afraid every moment for the rest of my life. She says I can leave it all behind. I'm going to take the chance." The young woman turned away from the flabbergasted brunette and began toying with her father's pants. Remembering Grace's request to make him cave, she deliberately moved slowly and teasingly. "She told me what you want, Daddy. What you want to do to me. Do you know I'm still a virgin? I've never been with a man. I always thought you did a good job raising me, but now I see you just wanted me for yourself. Do you want to fuck me?"

David's tormented groans filled the room, Beatrice gradually slipping, layer by layer, into her father's pants. Her hand easily found his hard dick. Though his mind knew this pretty young woman was his daughter, his body only saw nubile, willing flesh. Beatrice fished it out until it sprang forward, making her jump a little. Her father's cock was huge by every definition and she couldn't have helped the spark of want in her pussy if she had wanted to.

"You're so big," she breathed directly onto it. "I've never seen a real dick before, but I can tell this is a proper bitch-breaker. Seems appropriate given what Mother is like. This thing was made to fuck the shit out of her. But you don't want that, do you?" She looked up at her fearful father knowingly. "You want to use it on me."

Beads of precum rolled down David's shaft, easing Beatrice's stroking, even as he shook his head. "No, Bea, please. I don't want this for you. You can still get away, please~!" His hips bucked at the end of his begging, rebelling against him and wanting more of the black-haired beauty, but she pulled back just enough to stay out of its reach.

"I don't want to get away. I want to serve. I can hear the voice, his voice, whispering to me. Whispering to serve. I'm impressed you can resist, Daddy, it's already all I can think about. I want to feel your cock down my throat. I want you to skullfuck me. Won't you use me? Won't you let my body service you?" Beatrice looked up at David from her knees, hands dropping from his dick and mouth open and inviting.

"David, you mustn't! Your daughter has been corrupted by this zealot's words, but you can save her yet! Resist her temptation and the Lord will reward your faith!" The angel nearby rolled her eyes at Stephanie's continued fanaticism.

"Her god offers salvation," Grace said, stepping forward. "Eventually. Mine does so now and for a cheaper price. You can all decide which you'd rather have. David already has."

As her words stopped, so did Beatrice's father's hesitation. With a look of anger, fury, and blatant desire, David's hands came down on the top of her head and pulled her forward. His dick filled her mouth and then her throat as it was pushed in to the base. Beatrice could taste it, oozing lust and cum into her hungry maw. His balls pressed against her chin, full to bursting. The raven-haired woman looked forward to extracting their virile contents, but couldn't first help but moan. The sensation proved to be too much for the supremely pent up man and he came immediately, pouring his load into his daughter. Awareness seemed to come back to him as his orgasm tapered off and he released her head, letting her pull her mouth off his softening shaft.

Beatrice gasped as her father's cock slid free of her mouth, a glob of his load staying behind. It flowed across her lips and dripped onto her shirt, and she wished she wasn't wearing it so that the thick liquid could be smeared across her breasts. She was far from put out though and began stroking David's shaft again, feeling the Contagion flow through her body.

"Beatrice, leave your father to his wife, she'll take care of him," Grace said and the black haired woman rose sinuously. Stella didn't hesitate to use her huge tits to bring David back to hardness, moaning with relish as she sank down onto his shaft. "Beatrice did what was asked of her by her god, and so she will be rewarded. Maybe this will convince the rest of you of the truth of our new world." The angel kissed Bea directly, their tongues competing for the last bit of cum on the dark-haired woman's lips. Beatrice's body warmed further as Grace stripped her entirely, her naked body bare to see the changes made more clearly. Her breasts grew from firm points into large round spheres that pressed against the angel's pair, her hips groaning as they widened and her ass grew. Her average prettiness became true beauty, lashes longer, eyes glimmering and expressive, hair purged of every snarl and impurity and becoming a flowing void of black. Enhanced to the peak of her beauty, the transformed woman's lips left the angel's as a gasp promising every sexual wonder left her throat.

"Fucking hell," Bea gasped, her eyes wide like she was seeing and feeling everything for the first time. "That's a rush. Look at these things, I'm going to suffocate someone with these." She hefted her new breasts and squeezed her bountiful ass, enjoying the way the flesh molded in her grip.

"There will be time for our own pleasure later. Remember what you are now, Beatrice, my first priestess. You serve and worship your god above all else," Grace reminded her, and Bea looked down submissively.

"Of course, forgive me."

"Don't worry, it is understandable. And fortunately, service and worship are pleasurable themselves. What of the rest of you?" she asked, turning to the small crowd that had watched everything. "Who would join her in my god's clergy?"

"I shall," one man, the same one who had quoted his holy scripture less than an hour before, vowed. "I shall serve him." A few other men and women also stepped up, some Infected, some not. They all watched and waited expectantly as Grace stepped forward.

"That's very admirable, but I maybe should have made one thing clear: this is a priestesshood. All girl sort of thing. We serve my Lord Aires with everything we are, and he prefers to be the only man in a bed, so to speak."

"O-oh, I didn't realize. I'm...I'm sorry if I overstepped," the reverend said, shuffling nervously, but Grace waved away his concerns.

"Don't worry, I won't turn away any who seek to serve my Lord." The man smiled widely, relieved.

"Thank you for making an exception, High Priestess."

Grace smiled and stepped forward, pressing her lips to his forehead, then going to the others that had stepped forward and doing the same to them. Once she had touched all of them, her smile widened further and further, until it was scary instead of comforting. Everyone looking could see rippling darkness beneath her shining exterior and they all couldn't help but dread what she said next even before she opened her mouth.

"What exception?"

Every person Grace had kissed suddenly crumpled to the floor, clawing at their clothes and skin. The preacher at the front was the first to scream, his voice utterly different than it had been a minute before. Instead of the scream of a man, it was the cry of a woman. All the other men quickly followed suit, their newly female voices mixing together. Everyone watched with incredulously, with the exception of Grace, who continued smiling. The people on the floor cried out helplessly as their bones cracked loudly, changing shape as easily as clay. Flesh followed suit, fat repurposed to make big tits and plush asses. None of the unwitting men were spared the transformation, their dicks inverting into tight pussies as the rest of their bodies became sinuous and sexy. Long, keening screams began breaking out as the changed women began cumming, their backs arched to show off their new bodies while female psyches asserted themselves and took control.

One by one, the voices quieted and those changed collapsed, gasping for breath. The overwritten men all happily groped their new curves, the women they now were eager to worship their new god. They knew they only existed because of him and couldn't wait to use their bodies for him. The few women that been female before didn't feel as strongly, but they still felt some of the same urges.

"Stand, priestesses, we will sate our desires later. Before that, we have more people to welcome into our god's embrace," Grace said, and the new priestesses slowly got to their feet. They stopped blatantly pleasuring themselves, but none of them could keep from toying with their breasts or pussies in some effort to satisfy their arousal. Once they were all standing and slowly caving to their lust, Grace looked at the rest of the group, all of them looking at her with fear, with the exception of Stephanie, who seemed too stunned to react.

"I see you all are afraid," the angel said soothingly and the people relaxed just slightly at her gentle cadence. "You have nothing to fear, not everyone is fated to become one of my Lord's priestesses. He grants his blessing to all, man and woman alike, and so there is a place for all in worshiping him. Beatrice, show them." The black-haired beauty stepped forward and lowered herself to her knees in front of one of the uninfected men. She lifted and pressed her large breasts together, looking up at him expectantly, and the man fished his hard length out of his pants without any further encouragement, burying it between the first priestess' mounds the instant he had it free. He thrust eagerly into the chasm of cleavage while Bea encouraged him.

"That's it, fuck my tits, coat them with seed. Our god knows women are made for pleasure, that our gorgeous bodies are what many men long for. Pleasure is what he brings and offers, ceaseless pleasure for as long as you serve him. His blessing remakes you for it and his whispered words guide you towards it. We thank him by offering our pleasure up to him, our climaxes evidence of our gratitude. By his will do I possess this body. By his will are you given the chance to glory his creation. Paint this body with cum as evidence of your thanks! Cum on me!!" Between Beatrice's encouraging words and the wonderous sensation of her tits, the man couldn't resist doing just that, shooting white lines of cream across her chest and neck just as she had asked. Once every drop had been expelled from his growing cock, Bea stood and returned to her place beside Grace, gently rubbing semen into her skin as the man felt the rapid changes of the virus.

"You have all heard our god's doctrine," the angel proclaimed loudly. "Who among you will cast off the fetters of your old world and embrace the new with us?" Most of the crowd jumped at the opportunity, shedding clothes to reveal naked bodies primed with desire. Grace smiled and gestured to her priestesses. "They will guide you into my Lord's embrace." The numerous girls rushed forward, each choosing a person to help in their conversion, both spiritually and literally. Men were treated to hands, mouths, and breasts, while the women found their pussies or nipples attended to by touch and tongue.

"What about me?" the first convert asked, his frame and cock increased to the usual devastatingly attractive standards of the Contagion.

"Once you have fully joined us, as you have, you may do as you wish, so long as you give and take pleasure. Find another to convert or slake your desire with one of the Devoted," Grace said, gesturing to her congregation. That seemed enough for the man, who quickly went over to one of the priestesses eating a blossoming woman out and slid into her pussy, making her and the woman she was servicing moan louder.

Satisfied with those joining her willingly, Grace turned to look at those remaining, Stephanie among them. The outspoken brunette had been struck dumb by the willing actions taken by those around her, but at the sight of angelic Grace, her silence was broken.

"You harlot and fiend! No matter how many you seduce for your dark enslaver, I will not cave! I will not bow before your evil, cruel, and craven lord, nor will I debase myself and lower myself to your level. You belong in the mud, rutting like a beast, alongside your brutish master, who is no better than swine--*urgk*!!!" Stephanie's outraged words were gagged by Grace's hand as it shot to her throat, lifting the panicking woman by it while the angel changed to radiate malice.

"You do not deserve him." Her words were as black as her feathers, shifting from purest white to endless darkness. Her voice radiated with power approaching Aires' own and her appearance became as terrifying as it was beautiful. "You may insult me and mine, but not him. Never HIM! How can you say such things after seeing him yourself, his own true body. He is beyond your reproach and though he may not judge your words harshly, I do. Perhaps he would have mercy and not condemn you, but I have none for you."

Reaching to the side, Grace grasped the first dick she found and pulled it to her mouth. "Hold her down, or suffer the same fate," she commanded before she wrapped her lips around the shaft. The look she gave its owner commanded him to cum, and so he did, emptying the contents of his sack instantly. She abandoned him just as quickly as she had grabbed him, turning back to where Stephanie had been **** to her knees by the fearful remainder of the group. "With this, I damn you. You will never know the true pleasure that the Devoted feel, but will desire it regardless. You will never find solace, nor comfort, nor any measure of peace. You will watch yourself become just what you feared but yearn for it all the same. I damn you; you are Craven."

Thick white cum slid from Grace's mouth, dripping in long strands from her lips until the connection snapped. Jizz fell into Stephanie's **** open mouth, her tongue made to receive it and helpless to stop it from flowing into her throat. Grace took no small amount of pleasure watching the white goo disappear and felt even more as the woman's face suddenly contorted.

"AAAUUGHH! GGHHH, DISGUSTING! Thick and chunky and warm! It's....guhh! You BITCH! You...you didn't even give me all of it, you kept some for yourself! Give it to me, give me CUM!!" Stephanie howled, thrashing against those holding her still and **** to watch as Grace swallowed the remainder of the load in her mouth.

"That's right, yearn for it! Feel that thirst and know it is never going to go away. No matter how much you take, you'll always need more. I will make sure you and those like you will suffer for your sins against my god for the rest of your lives."

"No no no no nononononono, no, no, NO!! NO, I NEED IT!! PLEASE, I NEED IT, FUCK ME FULL OF IT!!" Stephanie's body immediately started changing, destroying her clothes in the process. Her breasts exploded into huge mountains of titflesh, tight despite their size. Her middle-aged body became as supple and nimble as a teenager's, sinuous and writhing on the floor. Her thighs became as meaty as her ass, thick and begging to be deformed by grasping fingers. She frantically pulled her panties to the side, revealing swollen pussy lips leaking copious amounts of femcum. Her hole hungered for dick, any dick, so long as it could cum inside her and sate her whorish need. It wouldn't, of course, but her mind and body needed to try, needed to find some escape from the torturous NEED she felt. Unable to so much as move through her agony, Stephanie was **** to lay there and moan, eyes glazed, unfocused, and lacking any hint of the fiery woman she had been before. She was nothing more than a bottomless cumdump and Grace smiled knowing she always would be.

Satisfied that Stephanie would never find fulfillment, even as she was filled with three different dicks, Grace took in her fledgling congregation, all of them in the throes of rapture. In fact, the longer she watched, the more people in the resisting group seemed to either gain their nerve or lose it, all of them going to join the orgy and casting off their lives in favor of devotion, just as Grace had once. She felt intensely satisfied seeing what she had created and looked forward to how her Lord Aires would react to having a bevy of sexy priestesses worship him with their minds, voices, and bodies. A hand crept closer to her wet sex, ready to tease herself to orgasm with that fantasy, but a shy voice behind her broke her concentration first.

"Um, Miss Priestess Angel, I have a question, if that's okay?" Grace looked to see an extremely cute girl with a bit of punk-esque flair standing there, eyes flickering between her, the orgy, and the floor. The ends of her hair were dyed blue, her eyebrows purple, and a small nose ring certainly made her memorable and Grace wondered how she hadn't spotted her before.

"Ask," she said shortly, a little annoyed at not being allowed to indulge in her fantasy of her Lord.

"I, uh, was wondering if I could be a priestess too. I...I really like the idea of being part of a sisterhood like that."

"Why didn't you come forward with the rest when I asked?" Grace questioned after a moment of thought.

"My boyfriend, he....he didn't want me to. He said I shouldn't...whore myself out for someone like that."

"Hmm. Where's your boyfriend now?" Grace asked, seeing this girl was the only one in the house that still wasn't part of the orgy. Without speaking, the girl pointed to a man roughly throatfucking another woman, holding her to his base while he came, then pulling her off him as she choked on his semen, the liquid flowing from her mouth and nostrils. She barely had time to recover before he was prodding his length against her lips again to make her repeat it, a fierce smile on his face the entire time.

"So your boyfriend tells you not to whore yourself out, except to him I assume, and then goes and uses other girls however he likes?"

"Y-yeah," the young woman answered.

"I can imagine the rest then. He's a manipulative and selfish asshole who will get what's coming to him. But first, I see no reason you cannot join my sisterhood. You have a pure heart, I can tell, and you will make a wonderful priestess." Grace saw the girl light up with happiness and suspected that this was about more than just having a group of women she could be a part of. It seemed more likely that this poor woman had been under her controlling boyfriend's foot for a long time and was only now seeing what freedom was. "What's your name?"

"Kiera."

"Have you ever kissed a girl, Kiera?"

"No, but...I think I want to," the woman said, a shy smile in place on her lips.

"Then kiss me and be reborn as one of the Devoted." Kiera swiftly did just that, bringing her lips to Grace's with just a little bit of hesitation. It wasn't a long or steamy kiss, not really arousing for either of them, but to Kiera it felt like the best kiss of her life. Her lips left the angel's and she smiled widely and giggled.

"I'm going to get to do that more, right?"

"Definitely. But first you will feel my Lord's blessing within you," Grace said, watching as Kiera's eyes suddenly went wide. Her body swayed, shoulders hunching while she unconsciously thrust her hips back. She gasped, her body straining against itself as slow building ecstasy unlike any she had ever felt throbbed stronger and stronger in her core. Her pussy pulsed and spasmed, eager to have something in it, the rest of her body tingling with pleasure pouring from it. Her eyes clouded over with lust and bliss as she let out long, low moans, each one increasing in time with her desire. Grace fingered herself while she watched Kiera's mouth hang open and her tongue extend, removing every obstacle that could have muffled her passionate cries as the woman was pushed further and further towards orgasm. The angel saw the moment it truly hit the woman, when eyes drifted towards cross-eyed and she collapsed against a wall, legs shaking and body bucking.

Kiera's transformation was just as enjoyable to watch and happened just as swiftly. The cute black cartoon shirt she was wearing was stripped off once her little breasts started to grow, revealing pierced nipples to go with her nose and tongue. Grace looked forward to playing with them, especially as the boobs they were attached to became larger and heavier. Kiera even gave her a preview, tugging on the small studs and tossing her hair with satisfaction, the blue there becoming much more vivid and prominent, and the entire mass became longer and perfectly straight in a flowing sheet.

Next to go were her jean shorts, leaving Kiera naked except for a pair of panties that were quickly becoming a thong. Grace saw her face had become sharper, with thinner eyebrows, sharper cheekbones, and sultry, purple-ish lips that complemented her hair, but the angel's attention was drawn down just like Kiera's. Both women watched as the woman's butt grew from small, to decent, through big, past sexy, and continued to increase until it was at the epitome of 'I need to fuck that'. Mounted on wide hips and above thick thighs perfectly suited to it, Kiera's ass was a delicious, jiggly, bountiful marvel to behold. Grace was so transfixed by it that she couldn't even pull her eyes away when Kiera's attention moved from her morphed body to her.

"I'm never letting this sexy ass go!" the angel exclaimed as she threw herself down and pressed her face to those beautiful piles of ass. Her dexterous tongue easily found Kiera's drenched pussy and immediately started licking it, making the newest priestess squeal with delight.

"How does that feel so GOOD?! Lick me more! Squeeze my ass, it's so sensitive!! HAAAAAHHH~~!" Kiera's scream peaked when Grace slapped her ass, a new and utterly orgasmic feeling for the latest of the Devoted. Literally knocked off her feet by pleasure, Kiera collapsed into a happy cooing pile, her big ass shaking with every aftershock-induced flex of her muscles. Grace laid down next to her, her wings moving to give them both downy pillows to rest on. The angel took a special pleasure in watching Kiera's eyes slowly refocus, glimmering with satisfaction.

"Holy shit, Kie, look at you! Serves me right for telling you to hold back! Man, what an ASS!" Kiera stiffened up when she heard her boyfriend's voice and felt his hand on her butt. Having gotten away from him for even just a moment made seeing his past actions as cruel and manipulative so much easier. The fear she felt wasn't of him now though, it was fear of ending up just the same way. There was nothing she wanted less than to end up as someone under his control again.

"It doesn't have to be like that," whispered Grace, watching Kiera's reaction from inches away and easily picking up on the newest priestess' feelings. "You are a priestess of my Lord Aires now and my right hand. You have the right to punish those who have violated our doctrine of pleasure. You are no longer helpless." Grace smiled as she watched much of the fear leave Kiera's eyes, replaced instead with understanding and holy wrath.

"I'm not," Kiera whispered back before standing up on slightly shaky legs. She turned and stared her boyfriend down with derisive eyes, her look apparently enough to make him pause and take a tiny step back.

"Whoa, Kie, why're you looking at me like that when you look like THAT?" he asked, pointing specifically to her lower half. "Come on, bend back over for me, I know how you like it."

"You don't know what I like. You don't know a thing about anyone but yourself," Kiera shot back, quietly at first but gaining momentum. "You're a selfish, controlling asshole that I can't believe I let put me down all this time. And even now, with all our Lord has given us, you still can't change! I saw what you did to that poor woman, forcing her to **** on that dick you're so proud of! Well I'm not having it and no one else is either, ever again!" She stormed up to her stupefied boyfriend and grabbed his cock, cleaning it of the semen that covered it, all his own. Spitting into the mess on her fingers, she grabbed his hair with her clean hand, holding him in place while her semen-slick fingers came closer to his face. "You deserve this, Tina."

"I'm not T-" was all he got out before Kiera's fingers pushed into his mouth, silencing him. She **** as much of his semen into his mouth as she could before withdrawing and dropping him. He retched and gagged, but the damage had been done. The taste of his own cum lingered on his tongue and lips and prickles of pain shot through his body. Jerking erratically, he screamed with a voice shooting higher in pitch as his body snapped, broke, twisted, and reformed. **** to stay conscious through the ordeal, he felt every change, every inch of height he lost to his forcefully compressed spine, every gasp of his lungs in a tighter chest with small breasts on them, every millimeter of his cock as it and his balls inverted into a moist vagina and womb, complete with functional ovaries.

She was so wrapped up in her body's changes that Tina didn't register when her mind changed, her old identity as a man forgotten and discarded. She had a corner of her mind that protested this, but couldn't care. Not with the smell of semen in the air. She was so thirsty, so hungry for cum. She had some on her lips, she realized, and licked it up quickly. That corner of her mind wailed at it, but it tasted too good to pass up. Once it was all gone though, Tina wanted more. She really wanted more. But somehow, going up to a guy and sucking his dick for his jizz seemed wrong. She literally couldn't do it. All she could do was open her mouth and let her jaw hang, hoping the hole between her plump little lips was enticing enough to attract a dick.

Luckily, being in the middle of an orgy had its advantages. Within a handful of seconds, a big, hung stud sauntered up and grabbed Tina by the head. His dick was mercilessly **** into her mouth and she immediately went to work. It was imperative that she make him cum, that he felt good. She didn't know why, but it was essential. She didn't even touch herself, she was so focused on giving him the best blowjob she could. Vaguely, she could hear that corner of her mind screaming in rage, but she ignored it, a task that was made much easier once the man she was blowing came in her mouth and then all over her lips and chin, and the corner falling silent after one last wail of despair. Once the man had finished unloading himself across her face, she turned to look at Priestess Kiera, not knowing why but that it was important that she did.

"Maybe this will teach you to think of others, Tina. See how you like being used," Kiera said, leaving her former boyfriend behind to be used for the rest of her life, the remains of the man that had manipulated her locked in a corner of Tina's mind to watch and feel everything. Relieved to be able to truly move on, she sank back down next to Grace, sighing happily as the angel wrapped her arms around her.

"You're definitely my acolyte," Grace whispered, kissing Kiera softly, then with more fervor. "We will make our Order of the Divine perfect to serve and worship my Lord."

"I can't wait," Kiera said before kissing her way down to Grace's breasts to slowly tease the High Priestess to climax. Grace let herself luxuriate in her tongue and the orgy that surrounded her, all of it in the name of her Lord and Master.

"All praise the Divine!" she called out, her exclamation blending into her climactic scream.

"ALL PRAISE THE DIVINE!!" echoed everyone around her, their own orgasms joining with hers as their words hung in the air. Grace looked forward to hearing them repeated many times.