Father Elliot James, a young and innocent Catholic priest, is called upon by the desperate Evans family to drive a demon from the body of their eighteen-year-old daughter. The demon, as it so happens, is the ancient and powerful Lilith, who is more than a match for the inexperienced priest. James fails to exorcise Lilith, but Lilith decides James would make a much more interesting plaything than the girl she now possesses—so she abandons her current vessel and enters into James, transforming his body into that of a voluptuous woman with an insatiable need to be dominated and used! All Father James's most shameful, deeply repressed desires bubble to the surface and consume him in this steamy novelette featuring female domination, gender transformation, multiple partners, and more!
God help me, prayed Elliot, as every perverse and sinful thought he’d ever had flooded to the forefront of his mind.
Lilith leaned low suddenly and sealed her lips over his. Elliot felt as if he were being electrocuted. His body went rigid, then began to spasm wildly. Every nerve ending seemed to be on fire.
As he lay there, galvanized by the demon’s kiss, he felt a presence forcing its way into him through his mouth. He moaned and whimpered muffledly as it penetrated and filled him.
Then came an eerie stillness as the presence came to rest inside of him.
HELLO, ELLIOT, Lilith smiled into his mind.
Amelia released him and sat back, blinking disorientedly. She looked different now. Still pretty, but not nearly as beautiful or voluptuous as when Lilith had possessed her. “What the hell?” she puffed, watching as Elliot sat up, winded, and pushed himself to his feet. “Where’s Lilith? I summoned her! Give her back to me!”
The door opened slightly, and Vanessa poked her head in. “Amelia?” she murmured in disbelief as she spied her daughter on the floor, restored and speaking normally. She rushed in and wrapped the girl in a hug. “Father, you did it! God bless you! Ron! Boys! Come quick!” She grabbed the fallen blanket and wrapped it around her daughter.
Elliot could hear his breathing heavy in his ears. This other presence in his body made him feel strange. Alert. Sensitive. Sight, hearing, smell, touch, taste … all were heightened. His heart was beating rapidly, pumping blood to his genitals.
He approached the dresser mirror and stared into it.
TIME TO MAKE YOU THE PRETTY LITTLE SLUT YOU ALWAYS WERE INSIDE.
Elliot gasped and doubled over. His body shuddered.
Ron, Dr. Pratt, and the twins flooded into the room together. Ron dropped to his knees and hugged his daughter.
“I can’t believe it,” murmured Dr. Pratt. “Father, I—” He trailed off at the sight of Elliot. “Father James? Are you—”
Elliot’s head rolled back, and he let out a loud sigh. It sounded strange to his ears, unnaturally high-pitched. God forgive me …. He was so … aroused ….
“Father?” said Ron, standing. Everyone’s eyes were on Elliot now. They all watched him worriedly.
Elliot’s head snapped forward again, and he kept his eyes on the mirror as his body began to change. The first thing he noticed was the swelling under his nipples, soft flesh growing and forming two large round bumps in the front of his cassock. Then he felt his hips widen, his waist narrow, his cock and testicles shrivel and invert. His face changed, too, as he watched, his already-sensitive lips puckering, his chin and jaw receding, his nose becoming smaller. His brown eyes widened, long Bambi lashes sprouting from their lids. His dark hair grew before his eyes until it hung past his shoulders.
Vanessa Evans screamed.
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