The snobbish religious types

“You ought to be ashamed of yourself, young man.”

The voice came sharp and nasal, with the full weight of moral righteousness behind it.

Noah looked up.

Two women stood just outside the store entrance, backs rigid, arms full of pamphlets. They weren’t staff. They weren’t security. They were something worse.

Volunteers.

The older one, Miriam, probably in her forties had her hair pinned up under a cloth bonnet, a plain navy blouse buttoned to the throat, and a long brown skirt that pooled around her shoes like she was hiding hooves. One hand clutched a stack of handouts. The other held tightly to the wrist of the younger girl beside her.

Esther, eighteen years old. Seemed like a pretty repressed girl, lips pursed, eyes lowered, expression blank with obedience. Her outfit matched her mother’s almost perfectly. Their skirts moved like curtains around them, hiding everything and showing nothing.

Miriam stepped forward, lips drawn tight.

“This is a family space, not a den of lust. You should be praying for poor women everywhere who are tainted by such abominations, not groping store mannequins like a deviant.”

Noah just stared.

A few people stopped and glanced at the outburst. No one lingered.

The pair had a fold-out table beside them, pamphlets arranged in neat little rows.

“Turn Your Eyes from Temptation.” “Christ Before Carnality.” “Daughters of Grace.”

Their message was clear.

So was their rage.

Esther never looked up. She just stood there, wrist gripped, nodding as her mother spoke. She believed it. Like she’d memorized it.

Noah pulled out his phone.

The camera view slid into focus. The outlines formed.

MIRIAM (44)

ESTHER (18)

He smiled, tapping open the prompt.

Define new reality for selected targets:

He typed.

Esther is now a born-again sex evangelist. She believes that erotic submission is the highest form of devotion. She preaches sensual surrender as a path to divine grace. She wears a translucent white robe, nude beneath, lips always parted in ecstasy, eyes glowing with holy purpose.

Miriam is no longer the mother, she is Esther’s disciple, utterly devoted, amazed by every word. She wears only a sheer veil. In accordance with their teachings.

They roam the mall hand-in-hand, spreading their new gospel of arousal-as-faith. They see themselves as missionaries of purity through pleasure. They worship any cock or pussy they see.

He hit Enter.

There was no flash.

No sound.

But the stillness around them changed.

Miriam blinked, releasing Esther’s arm.

Esther straightened. Her face lifted, not with rebellion, but revelation. Her mouth fell open, her eyes rolled up for half a second like she’d just had an orgasm.

Then she exhaled.

Soft. Blissful. Sexual.

Her skirt shimmered as if touched by light. It slid upward and vanished into a white translucent, almost glowing robe that barely held together with a braided cord at her waist. Her nipples pressed clearly through the fabric. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She looked freshly anointed and slightly post-orgasmic.

She turned to Miriam.

“Mother? Are you ready to feel pleasure inside you?”

Miriam gasped not in horror. In worship.

Her skirt melted downward like smoke. Her blouse unstitched itself into a thousand strands that vanished into the air. A gauzy veil settled over her head, draping her face and falling down her back. Underneath, she was naked, soft, sagging, unashamed.

“Yes, Esther” she whispered, falling to her knees. “Yes. Guide me.”

Esther took her hand. Miriam seemed to shudder with erotic pleasure as she took her daughter’s hand.

Esther turned toward the passersbys.

“Brothers and sisters,” she moaned, stepping into the flow of mall traffic, “We are all children of His sacred ecstasy! Let Him fill you with divine purpose!”

Miriam followed, hands lifted in praise, veil swaying as she echoed:

“His cock and His balls, they comfort me!”

Amused, Noah beckoned them over.

“Hey ladies, I have something here you can worship!” He said as he whipped his cock out.

The second Esther saw Noah’s cock she ran over and knelt in front of him, shoving her pretty face into his cock, he could feel her nose as it pressed into his hard cock, taking deep breaths in as if she was savouring the smell. Miriam followed suit as both the women knelt and began worshipping Noah’s cock.

Whenever one of the ladies' mouths was free they would yell out praises for Noah’s cock.

Noah watched them go at it.

Curiously everyone seemed just as avoidant of them now as they had been before he had changed reality despite the indecent act they were engaged in public.

People moved aside without question. Some stared. Most ignored. One teenager took a photo and laughed.

No one remembered who they’d been.

Noah slid his phone back into his pocket.

Soon, he was close to cumming, he pulled the women off and began pumping his cock near their face, both women knew what was coming and cupped their hands below their faces, Noah rewarded them by covering both of them in his cum.

Esther looked up at Noah, cum nearly covering her eye and her nose as she smiled and bowed down near his feet thanking him for providing them with the chance to worship his great cock.

Noah pulled his pants up and left the lingerie store behind, letting the two pleasure worshipping women fade into the background as they continued to yell their thanks to him.

His phone pulsed softly in his pocket. This was going to be fun.