Itsinspired by a comic I found that can be found herehttp://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&global=1&q=+overlord+bob#/d2zwvbshowever this isn't an...adaptation but merely just inspired by thecomic. Sadly it's also short. But I hope you can find it enjoyable.The priests change.He couldn't move.He let out a groan as his eyes slowly adjusted to the surroundings,"Hello poppet" a deep English sounding voice emanated from the darkness,Slowly the creature whom owned the voice stepped forth revealing. Stephen, on the other hand, was simply reaching out from across the bed and touching my tummy. It was almost like since he'd gotten some pussy, he was sick of me and wanted to be away from me until he wanted some more. On the other hand, he needed to be nice to me to make sure he got something and also to make sure he would be back for a return visit. We were both pathetic.Now was the awkward stage that, with my husband, would have been the best part. Right now Blake and I would be basking in. Hell, I'd fuck my mouth with my own cock if I could manage it. That thought scared me as I knew I'd be irrestistable to anyone and everyone.Next he took my wig and started putting some kind of product in it. After he was satisfied with the amount, he took a curling iron and went to work. I sat there for what felt like an hour as he worked all around my head, but all I could do was stare at myself in the mirror, dumbfounded at the reflection. Once he was finished with the wig I saw that my look. And so I kissed him, his lips tasting like Nirvana, like happiness and euphoria and paradise and heaven all rolled into one chest-aching feeling. My eyes pricked with tears as he took my face in his hands, his fingers slipping into my hair, kissing back so tenderly that I felt it in my center, right where the little girl inside of me resided—the girl stunted by the abuse, by the pain that had been inflicted by the foster parents she should have been able to trust. That little girl was always.