A God in Hollywood

Being a god wasn't a bad gig. Make it rain a few days, grant a wish or two, and get praise. Sure, why not?

But for one god, named Johaado, he was done being a god. Well, not done per se.

He used his powers to make himself a human named John Doe, but still keep his divine, godly powers. He landed himself in Hollywood, California, a place filled with stuck-up snobs known as celebrities. Not all celebrities were that way, granted. But from what Johaado had seen from the heavens, most of them were. But that was about to change. Using his powers, Johaado, or John Doe now, would change the celebrites for good.

He purchased an abandoned office building and was using it as his base of operations. Getting money and furniture was no object: he was, after all, a god.

"Your coffee, Master Doe."

Oh yeah. He also got himself an assistant. Her name was Riley, a student at the local college. When she had come into the offics looking for work, John knew she wasn't expecting this. Ah, well, she was here now.

Riley was a brunette with an hourglass figure that John used his powers to accentuate more. He also increased her libido so high that she craved sex from every man in the city. He had turned a MENSA-level honor student into a cock-craving bimbo, and it was all thanks to his power. She came up to his desk in her work outfit, a business jacket unbuttoned all the way, showing her ample tits and well-toned stomach, and a short khaki skirt that exposed a tasteful amount of ass, along with tight fishnet leggings and black heels.

She set the coffee down on the counter. "Like, two creams no sugar. Will that be all?"

"Yes, Riley." John said. "That is all."he slapped her newly large ass. She giggled mischeiviosly.

"Master Doe,"she said. "I have a boyfriend."

"And I'm sure he appreciates your new body. Now get back to work."

Riley giggled again and nodded, sswaying her hips as she made her way back to the desk. John looked at his laptop and the ad he had posted again.

'Having relationship trouble? Need career advice? Want a brand new agent? Well, are we right for you!'

John knew that celebs would soon be coming in.

"Mister Doe," Riley's voice rang over the intercom. "Your first client is here."

"Send her in."