Divine Interference: The Good Host

Deon grinned as he watched yet another mortal schmuck take a swig from his 'private stock' of wines, beers and other assorted drinks, transforming the hulking black man into a short, thin white girl with long black hair and a tight ass. The changed woman stopped her stride and blinked in confusion for just a moment before shrugging and downing the rest of the contents of her glass, before spying Deon staring at her. She gave him a drunken smile.

"Oh hhhey, you're the guy, right? You're Deon? Wow, this is, like, sssuch a great party!" She said with a giggle as her eyes wandered across his fairly fit and attractive body, ending with another giggle and a seductive, teasing bite of her lower lip. There was no trace of the slightly confrontational man she'd been just seconds ago.

"Yeah, I'm the host! You having a good time? You need another drink? I've got all KINDS stashed down in the wine cellar!" Deon said, his voice full of mirth and only lightly slurred.

"Huh?" The girl blinked dumbly for a moment before giggling again, "Oooh! Hmm, I think I'm good for now...But if you're interested, maybe you could, um, top me off later?"

"What kind of host would I be if I didn't?" Deon winked back. The woman giggled again before continuing deeper into the party, joining all the other women that were here. In fact, most of the party had BEEN men, but now they were all just attractive women of various shapes, sizes, and ethnicities. All unawarae of their past lives and drunk. He lived for this.

This was just another great night for the ancient being that was currently hosting in his large, multi-bedroom home near the campus of one of Humanity's biggest 'party schools'. All the other gods were trying too hard to stay relevant in the mortal world, while Deon was content simply to just play the mortal financial markets and buy up plenty of large, attractive homes where he could conduct the most important business of all; getting wasted and having sex with equally wasted, sexy partners. He'd discoverd long ago that college campuses were the best place for that. And tonight, well, Deon, or rather, Dionysus, former Greek god of essentially wild parties, was feeling like a massive orgy with a bunch of hot college co-eds. Sometimes he'd just use his magic and make everyone into men, a mix of both genders, sometimes he'd get real weird with it all. Sometimes he'd want some fat chicks to bone, other times he'd turn a sorority into a bunch of idiot meat-brained jocks, or even just into animals and objects! Usually Deon changed everyone back and wiped Humanity's memories of the events as soon as the Olympus-sized hangover wore off (sometimes taking days to do so), but he kept his most entertaining little mortal playthings as pets. Whoever they'd been before, whatever they'd been before, they wouldn't remember...

Unless Deon wanted to them to remember. Sometimes that made it more fun to watch them flail against the life HE had chosen for them. But he mostly only did that if a mortal had somehow incurred the god's wrath. But for the most part Deon just liked keeping things light, and he also needed devoted cult members to keep his 'temples' nice, tidy and well supplied for the next big party. Deon sighed in contentment as he took a drink of his own beverage, and his eyes locked with the small, skinny brunette with the tight ass that had changed in front of him, and he felt a pulse in his pants as she winked at him. He grinned, downed his drink and strutted towards the mortal, eager to add another maiden to his 'temple', and a notch to his many bed posts. It was, after all, what the BEST host should do.