Marnie

Sister Marnie:
Marnie was deep in prayer, this was the only respite she was able to find in the hellscape that was The Household. She pleaded for her God to deliver her from the heretics that inhabited this domain, lest she be tainted. "Please, Heavenly Father..." She murmured in a hushed tone, hardly more than a whisper.
Britney:
A white light shines all around Marnie; from behind her, God calls to her. "Come, Marnie, my beloved daughter. Be delivered from this place. I welcome you, as I welcomed Enoch, and Elijah, and Mary." Behind Marnie is a portal, through which she can see what can only be Heaven, with the entire angelic host beckoning in welcome.
Sister Marnie:
Joyous tears filled Marnie's widened eyes as she shakily rose to her feet, her legs threatening to give out under her. She was astounded, to say the least. Trembling, she made her way to the portal. "I-I knew that you would deliver me my Lord, I-I knew that if I only remained f-faithful, I would be saved!" She exclaimed, stepping through.
Britney:
"You have done well, Marnie," God continues. "Ministering to the needy, the downtrodden, and the depraved. Those who most need to know My Perfect Love and be delivered from their sinful natures that drove them to such carnal acts against My Perfect Will."
Sister Marnie:
"Th-Thank you my Lord and Saviour, th-thank you so much, I-I've always done my best for you, truly!" She couldn't help herself, she was truly relieved believing that she had been saved and had the glory of meeting with her God in Heaven.
Britney:
Two angels reach to take Marnie's arms, but brush against her rear as they do. Immediately they burst into flames, screaming in agony. Two more angels take their place as her escorts, careful to keep themselves well away from the body of one so holy she was allowed to ascend to Heaven without dying. "Come with us," says the one on her right, a strikingly handsome man. "We will escort you to Our Lord, Most Honoured One," says the gorgeous woman on her left.
Sister Marnie:
The nun squeals in surprise as the holy vessels burn before her, she bites her lip, trembling anew. She knew that they were suffering for their sinful acts in the eye of their Lord, but it was nonetheless shocking to put it mildly. She obliged the two new angels, following them as they led her into the next step of her exaltation. "I-I can't put into words how honoured I am!"
Britney:
"You do not need words, Holy One," the male angel says. "Our Lord knows all, sees all. He knows the depths of your devotion, the temptations you have overcome." The angels guide Marnie toward a long spiral staircase, ascending beyond her sight, but Marnie feels undaunted. The energy of Heaven infuses her and she knows that however long the staircase, and even if it is less than a hundredth of a hundredth of a percent of the distance before she may meet God, she will never tire nor need to pause along the way.
Sister Marnie:
"Y-Yes, of course I know that our Father who dwells in Heaven is omnipotent." This caused her to shift her weight from side to side uncomfortably, as she believed she was far from perfect. She had sinned, for certain, even if she had repented and found peace for the majority of it. She felt at unease, but quickly banished these uncertainties as she stepped onto the stairwell, raising her nun's habit as she did so as not to trip. Her heart skipped a beat as she recalled she had not worn anything beneath her sacred garment in an act of exhibitionism. She feared for meeting her Saviour and Redeemer in this state, but reassured herself she would not be here had it been a problem. She didn't falter as she took the stairwell one step at a time.
Britney:
Marnie hears footsteps behind her, and she sees that many more angels are following, eyes downcast so as not to look upon one deemed as worthy as she has been. The staircase, however, is not as long as Marnie feared, and soon ends abruptly at a door floating in midair. The footsteps have ceased, and Marnie realizes that her escorts are no longer ahead of her. "We may not look upon this place, or upon you, Revered One," the female angel says, head bowed, genuflecting, as all the other angels are. "Beyond that door lies Our Lord. You, and you alone, may enter." The door swings silently open, but Marnie cannot make out what is across its threshold.
Sister Marnie:
"Thank you for accompanying me, my faithful sisters and brothers, faithful servants to the true Christ." The small nun performed a dainty curtsy in their dirsction, careful so as not to reveal her sinful state. She turned on her heel, once more facing the door which she knew housed her Lord. Apprehensively, she pressed onward, swallowing her fears as she passed into the presence of the God she had devoted her life and sworn to.
Britney:
As Marnie enters the room, the door silently closes behind her. Despite the invigoration coursing through her body, her eyes still have to adjust to the dimmer light, and when they do, she discovers that she is in what looks like nothing so much than a small psychiatrist's office, with an uncluttered desk against one wall, and two comfortable armchairs, the one farther from the desk unused, and the one nearer the desk containing a figure whom Marnie immediately recognizes as God.
Sister Marnie:
She glanced around the room, scanning it with curiosity. Her head was cocked to one side in an inquisitive gesture as she hadn't anticipated this even in what she believed to be holy visions of the afterlife. As soon as her eyes befell the Lord she dropped to her knees where she had stood, bowing reverently. "I-I am unworthy, Dear God. Th-Thank, you, my Lord. For what purpose have you bestowed this loyal worshipper your presence?" She didn't dare rise to her feet in His presence, merely groveling just beyond the doorway.
Britney:
Marnie feels a finger under her chin, lifting her head up so that she can look upon God properly. "I have brought you here, Marnie, because I wish to tell you some great secrets. You alone have I found worthy of this. Not even Mary was worthy."
Sister Marnie:
She looked upon His visage in wide eyed astonishment, her jaw agape for several long moments before she managed to recompose herself. "A-Ah, of course M'Lord. Any knowledge you would impart upon me is a great b-blessing indeed. Truly, I cannot express my thanks."
Britney:
"I will tell you, Marnie, why I started your religion. Or, rather, we, but my partners abandoned it early on. And I will tell you why I have brought you here."
Sister Marnie:
She listened intently, totally transfixed on the deity and what He was about to impart on her unworthy ears. She merely nodded in response.
Britney:
"I started your religion to find someone like you, Marnie."
Sister Marnie:
"S-Someone... Someone l-like me?" She repeated, totally dumbfounded.
Britney:
"Someone like you. Someone with such gloriously vile fantasies, wonderfully depraved dreams, deliciously nasty thoughts. Someone who can equal even me in that regard," God says, but the voice changes partway through to a mellifluous low soprano, and the body to a beautiful naked woman. "Someone who would minister to the sexually depraved, letting them act out their own tame fantasies upon her while wishing they would go much further. Carol and Brigitte would love you, too, if they still cared." The air stirs around Marnie's exposed genitals, brushing up against them, sending tiny jolts of pleasure to her brain.
Sister Marnie:
She was enthralled upon your words as you elaborated, but she felt at unease once more as she quickly found an overwhelming sense of guilt. She thought perhaps that she wasn't here to be delivered, but in fact judged as the atrocities, the depraved fantasies she harbored were made known. She moved from her bowed stature, placing her weight on her plump derriere as she scooted away, terror clear on her face. Her back met the door as she had the awful realization she was cornered. "I-I should have known a deceiver was in my midsts! Away with you, f-foul demon!" She cried out, shaking profusely. She found as she reached for the handle of the door it vanished, and so she prayed for deliverance once more as she thought herself in grave danger.
Britney:
A white light surrounds Marnie once more, but when it fades she finds herself in a spartan abbess's office, except that I am sitting across the clean desk from her. "Do you know why I included the proscriptions I did in your holy texts?"
Sister Marnie:
She jolted in her chair as her surroundings changed in an instant. She scrambled out of the chair, **** to escape as she deemed herself to be the victim of a greater demon of sorts. "C-Cease your lying tongue, filthy heretic!"
Britney:
"I, the heretic? Which of us wrote the commands you so often violated? Which of us inspired the wisdom you so often ignored?" Visions appear in Marnie's mind, of Moses on Sinai, receiving the Law, but not from the being Marnie would have expected, but from me. Another vision, this time of King Saul, visiting the Witch of Endor, whom Marnie discovers was also me, having deemed Saul unworthy of the throne of Israel and sending him to his defeat so that David may take his place.
Sister Marnie:
"E-Enough of these cruel and twisted illusions, th-they can't be true..." In spite of her resolve and her claims, Marnie found herself uncertain. These scenarios playing out in the depths of her own mind seemed to confirm themselves to her, and yet, the being before her had said such ungodly things not moments before. The nun furrowed her brows in thought, pondering your contribution and her role in all of this.
Britney:
Marnie sees the founding of her order, its revered first Mother Superior being visited by me and enjoying glorious lesbian sex, which she was ordered never to reveal--and yet it makes certain obtuse references in her writings make sense. "I ask you again, Marnie: do you know why I included the proscriptions I did in your holy texts?"
Sister Marnie:
"I-I... I'm not certain..." She bit her lip once more, if only to refrain from moaning as the sexual scene appealed to her more carnal desires, causing her cunt to dampen in spite of herself. She whimpered softly, a desire stirring within the somewhat tainted nun. "Please, make these things known to me, if you truly do harbor knowledge."
Britney:
"When you forbid something, you only increase the desire to do it. I forbade Adam and Eve the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil so that they would eat it and begin the chain of sexual depravity that I hoped would one day create a partner worthy of my own depths. I forbade carnal relations between men so that more would fantasize about it. I decreed that women were lesser than men, and that they were often unclean, in order to give them a certain mystique. All of these things inspired certain fantasies, certain desires. But in no one were my aims so perfectly, wonderfully realized as in you, Marnie."
Sister Marnie:
No sooner than the words had left your mouth did Marnie cling to them, finding you increasingly persuasive. She nodded her head in agreement as you spoke, even as you belittled the truths she had come to know and practice, it was as if the one before her held some power over her. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, overwhelmed by your mere presence and moreso your teachings. "I-If all of this is true, if I am made in your image, what is it you desire of me?"
Britney:
"I desire in you a partner, one who not only will let me indulge all my own depraved desires, but who will be excited by them, who will welcome them. But first, there is one small point to be addressed. Do you know who I am, beside what I have told you?" I ask Marnie, as my body changes, becoming slimmer, more athletic.
Sister Marnie:
"Y-You believe that I of all people can p-provide that? A n-nun to the order of Thisby, one who has taken a vow of chastity, to uphold purity, Britney?" She spoke your name as though you were a dear friend, someone whom she had known how to call all along, it was as if by some means the name had been implanted into her mind for her to speak.
Britney:
"Yes, I am Britney, one of the Mistresses of the Household where you most recently performed great service. And I know your mind, Marnie. I know what you desire to do. I know what you have done. I know that your vow of chastity was more honoured in the breach than in the observance. But I tell you, Marnie: in doing so, you have honoured me more than anyone else from your world could ever have dreamed."
Sister Marnie:
"If that's true..." She paused, fidgeting uncomfortably aroused as she was in your presence. "What is it you believe I desire t-to do?" She had a certain lust, a wanton look in her eyes as she gazed at you, looking your athletic frame up and down studiously. It was as though each moment she spent in your presence she became more susceptible to earthly desires and less likely to look upon her God for aid.
Britney:
"You desire to do everything, Marnie. Everything. And Marnie... I am your God," I remind her, revealing my knowledge of her inmost thoughts.
Sister Marnie:
She looked aghast, knowing full well your utterances weren't by mere chance. Perhaps there was some merit to what you said, as she believed only God's omnipotence penetrated her thoughts, in addition to being the only one susceptible to her prayers. She looked upon you with a new respect.
"More or less..." She confirmed
Britney:
"You even dreamed of this very moment, Marnie, though you have until now forgotten it," and the dream resurfaces in her mind, of her and I, standing here, in this office, of my changing back to my prior form, as I do in reality, of my gently disrobing the nun, only to suddenly give her a hard smack on her ample rear. "Even God can't resist an ass that fine, Marnie"--just as I said in her dream.
Sister Marnie:
Marnie had gradually become more suggestible with prolonged exposure to your Godliness. She was in awe as the sense of Déjà vu she felt only affirmed what you told her. Willingly, she finally gave herself to you fully, reveling in each moment you spent stripping her of her clothes, only to be startled by the hard smack to her full asscheeks, sending them jiggling profusely, tremors pulsing throughout each inch of them. She screamed in shock, rubbing away at the stinging sensation.
"Th-Thank you my Lord..." She muttered in response, averting her eyes as her cheeks flushed bright pink.
Britney:
"Now, Marnie, you are my guest here," I tell her as the office changes into a luxuriously appointed bedroom. "You may ask me to satisfy any fantasy you wish."
Sister Marnie:
"A-Anything?" She looked thoughtful once more, considering carefully her many options. "I-I wish more than anything to please you, my God."
Britney:
"And I wish to be pleased by performing on you that act which will most please you, Marnie. I will happily use you for my own pleasure in time, but I would not be so discourteous as to disallow my guest the privilege of having at least one particular fantasy realized."
Sister Marnie:
"O-Of course my God... If you know me as you claim, then of course you would know my fantasies by extention. " She was wet with anticipation of the many depraved things Britney may choose to enact.
Britney:
"Well, while I decide which of your fantasies I will indulge, then, even I must use the toilet from time to time, but I neglected to put one in this bedroom and I'd rather not go through all the trouble of making one, adjusting it so that my ass is comfortable on it, and all that..."
Sister Marnie:
"Does your godly power not make it relatively easy..?" She questioned, oblivious as to your insinuations. She began to idly masturbate, seeing as you were one of perverse desires she thought it appropriate.
Britney:
"Yes, but another thing having godly power does, Marnie, is make you pretty damn lazy at times. And right now I'm just too lazy to make a perfect toilet for myself, and I need to take a pretty big shit."
Sister Marnie:
"I-Is there anything I can do, my Lord?" She scanned your delectable frame once more, admiring your trim physique, fit and strong, but curvy as well. "Y-You know I would do anything to serve my God. "
Britney:
"Well I need a hole in which to empty my bowels, Marnie. Would you happen to know where I could find a hole that would welcome my fecal matter?"
Sister Marnie:
She bit her lip, fingering herself with renewed vigour as a sinfully wicked idea entered her mind. "Y-You could u-use me, your Godliness..." She spoke meekly, timid at her own proposal as this would be a first.
Britney:
"Yes, I could." A smile wicked enough to match Marnie's idea crosses my face. "Lie down," I order her. My eyes scan her body, and she gains piercings in numerous places--ears, nostrils, lips, tongue, breasts, belly button, and clitoris. "I love it when my partners have piercings, by the way. That was another signal that you were my proper partner."
Sister Marnie:
Marnie obeys you, laying back, her bountiful breasts the highest point of her. She continues to schlick herself in anticipation of your pucker meeting her lips, this causes her to shudder in corrupt delight. She gasps softly as piercings dot her body. "O-Of course, anything for you Britney."
Britney:
I squat over Marnie's mouth, my ass--significantly larger than the nun's as I've shifted back into a sexier form--quivering as I prepare to crap. "There is but one thing more I need to know, Marnie," I tell her as the rank scent of my ass pervades her nostrils. "Will you serve me, unconditionally, now and forevermore?"
Sister Marnie:
"Y-Yes, o-of course I-" She involuntarily gags at the stench filling her nose. "O-Of course I will, Britney." She manages to hold her breath long enough to **** out the words. She's beginning to have second thoughts, although it's a little late for that. She anxiously parts her lips for you once more, before speaking out. "A-Are you sure about th-this? I-I could clean up if you were to go on the floor... ?" She offered hopefully.
Britney:
"It's always better to have a proper hole," I inform her as I unceremoniously jam my anus over my mouth and release the floodgates so that my vile crap floods onto her tongue. "But receive with this my gift of immortality, that you might serve me for eternity."
Sister Marnie:
She gags and wretches as the disgusting feces coat her tongue. She's **** to swallow as your tight asshole doesn't allow her to spit. Tears streak down her face as she gags several times in just swallowing the portion of shit. "H-Hnngh!" She begs you to stop.
Britney:
"Stop, Marnie? I needed a toilet, and you're the only thing that can serve as such. I'm only just getting started." Marnie's cheeks bulge painfully as I **** more and more shit into her, a hand reaching down to stroke her throat to help her swallow. Already her trim tummy has developed a small paunch. "Well, that's interesting."
Sister Marnie:
Horror grips her as she realizes the dire mistake she's made. She openly weeps, at least as well as she can, her retorts unintelligible as her screams are muffled, merely reverberating against your asshole. Tears continue to stain her face as she's made to swallow the deluge of scat, her stomach beginning to bulge obscenely with the vast quantity of it all.
Britney:
"Normally those who come to the Household are granted a perfect metabolism, so that they might retain their figures even in the absence of possessing any magic to do so. But it seems that some interaction between my magic partly powering that enchantment, my magic partly used in the creation of your universe, and my magic being used to create the shit you're currently eating has somehow nullified your enhanced metabolism. You, dear Marnie, are getting fat." Indeed, her abdomen is stretched as far as it will go, and the shit-fat has begun to accumulate in her already-thick thighs, as well as her upper arms. "Perhaps I should call you Violet." I pause for a moment. "Except that blue skin isn't quite as much a turn-on for me."
Sister Marnie:
She tries desperately to staunch the flow of shit as it fills her, stretching her to her limits and quickly distributing itself as blubber to her increasingly heavy body. The nun's attempts of course are all for naught, feeble in the face of the power you exude. She screws her eyes shut, her throat convulsing as your wonderful gift pours down her esophagus in disgusting excess, eliciting cries and whimpers from the increasingly bloating young woman.
She struggles beneath you, feeble in her attempts at dislodging your ashole.
Britney:
Soon the fat has overtaken even Marnie's hands and feet, her fingers and toes becoming effectively immobile with their own buildups of adipose tissue. Only her head remains unaffected, her face as beautiful as ever. Finally, when her body has been stretched to its natural limits, I cease my flow and get up, standing over the immobile woman. "Probably also has something to do with your ancestry. Brigitte thought it'd be cool to have elves, but I suspected they might cause problems like this. Anyway, want something to wash that down with?"
Sister Marnie:
She sobbed, flexing her fingers as they were the only part of her body short of her mouth that remained obedient. "Y-Yes, p-please... A-And a way to restore my b-body from this morbid state?" She wore a pleading expression, trying and failing to do so much as sit up with her tremendous weight bearing down on her once-thin frame. Her stomach had overtaken her body, spilling out in each direction and covering her pillowy thighs, each one larger than her body once was. "H-Have mercy on a devout worshipper. " She was powerless to wipe away the cascade of tears drenching her face. In spite of everything, she was on the verge if orgasming, aroused beyond all reason at what had transpired.
Britney:
"Well, then. I imagine you can guess what your drink will be," and not speaking further I let a stream of acrid piss fly into her mouth.
Sister Marnie:
She gargled the foul golden fluid, as she had tried to speak when you began to piss down her wretched, shit-stained throat, making her a proper toilet.
Britney:
"But now," I muse while I continue to dump urine into the nun, "what do to about all this fat that my shit became. I wasn't expecting it. I mean, I could cut you open and pull it out, perhaps, or I could redistribute it on your body and put it in more appropriate places, change the subatomic structure to turn it into the appropriate forms of tissue..."
Sister Marnie:
Had Marnie been able to speak she would have admonished the latter sentiment, the former having caused her eyes to become wide as dinner plates at the risk of errant piss, her fear was palpable. She grunted and moaned, her pleasure mounting as Britney made her into a urinal.
Britney:
"Seems a shame to waste all this lovely mass, though, when I could turn it to more useful--more pleasurable--purposes," I tell her as I empty my bladder. "So, let's get started. First, I think I'll make you taller." Some of the fat vanishes, to be converted into skin, bone, and muscle, as Marnie's entire body grows and stretches, until she's more than double her original height, hitting both ends of the ten-foot-long bed.
Sister Marnie:
She writhes and twists as her body expands, though this time in an entirely different fashion. The nun's frame extends to a hulking height, unheard of in an elven ancestry. Her breathing came in ragged as new bone and muscle had to be constructed for her. "Th-Thank you, B-Britney!"
Britney:
"I'm not done yet." With plenty of shit-fat still left to be converted, the deepest fat converts into hard muscle. If she weren't still coated with layers of blubber, she'd look like the proverbial brick house--and she's strong enough to knock down a brick house with a tap from her pinky finger.
Sister Marnie:
She orgasmed merely from being reconstructed to fit Britney's desire. The forming of hyperdense muscle had sent waves of ecstasy through her body, her eyes rolled back as she experienced the hedonistic joys of mind-numbing pleasure. "P-Please, sculpt me in the image you most want."
Britney:
"Well, there's not much left to do with all this fat, Marnie. I guess it'll all just have to go to your tits and your ass." As indeed it does, arching her back obscenely as her ass inflates, making her chest jut proudly toward the ceiling, where all four of her beach-ball-sized tits sit firmly, defying gravity. All the fat is gone, leaving Marnie an image of depraved carnal perfection.
Sister Marnie:
Her body lurches forward in unsurmountable pleasure as her sexual characteristics develop further, even going so far as for another set of breasts to develop beneath the first, full and plush, perky in spite of their enormity. She toys with her new breasts, hefting them, causing a jolt of pleasure. She must adjust to her new and overwhelming strength. She proceeds to methodically fiddle with the piercings. "Th-Thank you, s-so much..." She pants.
Britney:
"Well, now this all has made me really horny, and right now I only really see one good way of relieving that. Just let me get into a good body for fucking you," I tell Marnie, pinning her to the bed with a thought. My body grows, not quite as tall as Marnie, and becomes somewhat more muscular, but then my ass explodes into a full-on horse half, as I become a human-legged centaur. "Of course, in classical mythology--both where I'm from and how I set it up in your universe--centaurs were always male. So..." Three feet of hard horsecock grows from my front crotch, and I give Marnie the ability to see through her tits so that she can look upon my new form. "Would you like this in your cunt, Marnie?" I ask, my dick twitching.
Sister Marnie:
She gazed in unfeigned admiration, totally and inadvertently in awe of your new body. She shook her head yes rather vigorously, staring at the full length of your rigid dick with a desire that knows no bounds. Reaching past her colossal tits, she spread her cunt for you, biting her lip. "I-I'm not sure if you'll f-fit, you look awfully large... B-But I-I need you to... P-Please f-fuck me Britney!" She whined, her desperation evident in her tone as she begged for you to mount her like a rutting stallion and make her yours.
Britney:
"Then get your hands on it, Marnie," I order her as a little precum leaks from the tip. "I don't want to plunge it in dry. Use my pre to lube me up."
Sister Marnie:
Marnie complies, slathering her hands in your precum before clutching your erect cock, deftly jerking it off with her nimble fingers. She bites her lip, blushing furiously as she does so.
Britney:
With my massive dick ready to deflower Marnie's new body--for I had restored at least her physical virginity in rebuilding her--I place the tip at her lips. But instead of slamming it into her, I ease it in, slowly, slowly, pushing against, but not breaking, her hymen.
Sister Marnie:
The giantess of a nun whined and whimpered, putty in Britney's hands as she was made to endure the slow penetration of your tumescent bitch-breaker. She moaned softly. "I-I can't say I expected such restraint from a being such as y-yourself, Britney. "
Britney:
"Restraint? My dear Marnie, if I were showing restraint, I would simply have taken you slowly but surely." I ease out, then back in, teasing Marnie with my cockhead. My hands grasp her bottom pair of titanic tits, while my mouth latches onto one of her nipples. Nonetheless my telekinesis allows me to vibrate the air molecules so that Marnie can hear my voice. "Beg me to take your virginity. Tell me what you'll let me do to you just to stop this teasing." My pre, as it so often does, makes Marnie's labia exquisitely sensitive, but I've blocked off her orgasm, so that her arousal keeps mounting, and mounting...
Sister Marnie:
She quickly comes to realize that this is not you showing kindness, but cruel and unusual punishment as her lust continues to climb, unbearable in its intensity. She whines as words cannot convey her need for release. "P-Please, rob me of my v-virginity Britney! I-I will do anything if you would only f-fuck my pussy!" She pants and moans intermittently as you suckle on her breast as if you were a weening calf, torturously sliding your humongous length into her, but not to the point that she might have release. "A-Anything! Just f-fuck me Britney!"
Britney:
But suddenly, I pull my cock out of Marnie's pussy entirely, and a second pair of arms grow out to lift the amazonian nun by the hips, exposing her tight anus. "I think I'll take your ass first." This time, I do plunge in, causing some pain as my too-thick dick forces its way into her too-small butthole. But still Marnie finds that she cannot cum.
Sister Marnie:
She gasps and moans in equal portions pain and pleasure as your absolutely tremendous cock shoves its way into her tight pucker, causing it to convulse and squeeze your dick as if to milk you. She throws her head back, crying out as you rail her tight asshole, stretching and molding it to fit your needs. "P-Please f-fuck my pussy, l-let me cum!" She sobbed
Britney:
I pound my dick in and out of Marnie's ass, leaking cum into it, but in truth fucking her butt to **** one final indignity on her before I take her pussy and let her cum. Marnie can feel her bowels work as my power is unleashed on them, producing her own shit, which sticks to my dick.
Sister Marnie:
"F-Forgive me Britney! I-I don't know what's come over me! I-I can't control my bowels, p-please d-don't be... A-Ahahahn... Please don't be angry! " She managed to **** out the words in spite of your ruthless pummeling of her tight, once virginal asshole.
Britney:
"I'm not angry, Marnie. Why should I be when I'm the one forcing you to shit?" Abruptly my hands **** Marnie's cheeks apart, so that none of her own crap stuck to my cock leaves it. I'd **** her to produce so much that my entire length is covered in a layer of shit at least half an inch thick, only the tip poking out. I pad up the bed and kneel down, forcing her massive boobs out of the way, and slap her across the face with the central section of my length, leaving a smelly brown smear. "Clean me off," I order her.
Sister Marnie:
She elicits a groan of disgust as her own feces smear against her face, she turns her head away from your lengthy, shit-coated rod, she had wrapped her powerful thighs around your body, but now released you, scooting away so that she was on her colossal rear, her well-muscled back to the bedrest. "Y-You can't possibly mean for me to e-eat it?" She cringed at the thought, recalling having been forcefed an ungodly amount of your scat not long ago.
Britney:
"Oh, yes, I do, Marnie. Of course, this isn't my shit. It's yours. And I hope we can agree that however devout a follower you might be, it's still not fitting that my cock should have your shit on it. So clean it."
Sister Marnie:
She sighed, bringing her face forward with downcast eyes. She squeezed them shit, a sound like "Hurk!" Escaping her parted lips as she extended her tongue. She suppressed her gag reflex as best as she could as she swallowed several inches of putrid, earthy-tasting dick into her mouth. She gagged several times as she flicked her tongue against the shitty fuckstick before sealing her lips around your member and pulling away, taking five inches of the crap clean into her mouth. She swallowed hastily, but vomitted, her body rejecting her waste.
Britney:
"No upchucking, Marnie. You're going to swallow all of this," I tell her as I rewind time around her mouth, the vomit flying back into her mouth, the shit reappearing on my cock. "Eat it, or I'll never fuck your twat, and you'll never cum again."
Sister Marnie:
Tears filled her eyes as the words struck to her core. No cumming? Surely in a place such as The Household she would go mad. Obediently, she began to clean your humongous, shit-stained cock in smaller increments, lapping it up slowly. She vomitted once more, but only in her throat as she swallowed it back down fearing punishment. After what felt like a decade, she was back to having ingested five inches of the length, the vile substance resting uneasily somewhere beneath her rock-hard abs.
Britney:
"Lick the rest of it off," I command Marnie. "Lick it off and **** it down."
Sister Marnie:
She gazes at you pleadingly, her eyes full of remorse as she apprehensively licks at her shit, swallowing and **** it down slowly. "H-Have... Mercy."
Britney:
"Mercy, Marnie? I may have been seeking someone as depraved as you, but the fact remains that you violated the law I handed down, and so I must punish you for that. Now EAT!" My final word penetrates Marnie's mind, becoming a divine compulsion, forcing her to eat her own shit off my dick, however much she hates it.
Sister Marnie:
She screams in protest, the muffled retorts of someone truly in distress as she's **** to swallow down her shit. She groans, hardly able to palate the wreaking brown substance, her body trying several times to dispose of it. By some miracle, she manages to hold it down, taking you nearly to the base as her throat bulges obscenely due to your size. She screws her eyes shut, drawing near to completing her task as her scat fills her mouth, sliding down her throat in a long tube shape, a hollow log as it had conformed to your dick.
Britney:
"Good slut," I tell her as I pull my clean cock out of her mouth. "Now," I continue, creating a mirror above her head so she can see how dirty and disgusting her face had become, "clean yourself off, too. I'm not going to fuck someone with that sort of face. Use your hands or your tongue, I don't care, just get yourself clean." Marnie feels her tongue extend, and she knows she can lick all around her own face.
Sister Marnie:
She opens her mouth in slack jawed surprise as her tongue extends. She licks the surface of her face, careful to avoid her eyes and nostrils as she stomachs the last of her waste. She retracts her tongue back into her mouth, pondering the capabilities of such a muscle. She would be able to lick her own clit, she grinned at the thought.
Britney:
"You think I'm going to let you pleasure yourself quite that easily, Marnie, especially when I'm around to fuck you at my leisure?" I tell her as she cleans her face. Once it's clean, her tongue retracts into her mouth, regaining its normal length. "Now, are you ready for me to pound your twat?"
Sister Marnie:
She mourns the loss of the appendage for a few moments, but is quickly gratified as you extend such a generous offer. "P-Please! I-I need it more than food, water or Holy Doctrine!" She clasps her hands together emphatically, begging for your cock.
Britney:
"Well, then, I think I'll take your second cunt first," and before Marnie can even form a look of puzzlement my cock plunges into her cleavage, which has magically become a second pussy so long as my dick is in it, exquisitely sensitive, sending Marnie into even greater heights of sexual frustration. The tip pokes out at the top of her breasts, just within licking distance of her tongue. "I want to cum all over that nice clean face of yours," I tell her.
Sister Marnie:
The amazonian nun cries out, her sexual depravity nearly surpassing her limit. She gazes down at her quadruplet breasts as they form a tight seal around your throbbing dick, supplying Marnie with pleasure incessant and all-consuming. "W-Why won't you let me cuuummm!?" She whimpered pathetically as you jerked your cock between her mountainous tits, extending her tongue to lap at the glans of your shaft.
Britney:
Cum leaks out of the tip of my cock, dropping onto Marnie's tongue. "I've only got one hole left to take," I point out, "so once you get me off here I'll fuck your pussy properly."
Sister Marnie:
She eagerly begins to slather your schlong with her tongue, sensually dragging it along each inch within her each as she squeezes her upper breasts against you, tightening the breast-pussy's hold on your twitching fuckstick. She maintains eye contact, batting her eyelashes at you
Britney:
The stimulation from Marnie's pushing her boobs together does it, and my balls convulse, sending a massive shot of cum across Marnie's face, seeming to smooth out her facial features as it's buried in a thick layer of semen. "Very good, slut," I tell her, and ease my cock out of her cleavage-cunt and line it up at the entrance to her original one. "Now," I tell her as I once again ease it in slowly, "you may cum as soon as I break your hymen." Once again, my cock pushes at, but not does penetrate, her physical virginity.
Sister Marnie:
She blinks in surprise as you suddenly ejaculate all over her face, coating it in your musky semen. Marnie licks her lips, greedily swallowing your cum as you reposition yourself, hopefully, she thinks, to finally fuck her aching cunt. "Th-Thank you, thank you Britney!" Her pussy is excessively tight, it seems as though her musculature extends to her vagina to an extent as it constricts and contracts around your enormous cock. She thrusts her hips towards you in an effort to impale herself further upon your length so you may rob her of her virginity and subsequently allow her orgasm.
Britney:
"It's not proper for a virgin to climax," I instruct her before I end her agony, "and I made you a virgin again, which is why I had to prevent you from reaching orgasm until now." With the final word, I push past her hymen, triggering a release of all her pent up frustration as I plunge my whole length into her magically-enlarged vagina.
Sister Marnie:
She screams in mind-numbing pleasure as she's made to orgasm whilst you rail her, delving into the depths of her cavernous cunt. The young woman is so utterly overpowered by the primal pleasures you have provided that she is unintelligible and merely nods in response to your speaking.
Britney:
"I do make extremely good cunts to fuck. Solomon especially liked it when I came to him as the Queen of Sheba and I did a little gender bending with him." I plunge in and out of her twat, grabbing her hips and slamming her body against mine, making her entire body quake and jiggle both from the movement and the pleasure.
Sister Marnie:
Her glistening honeypot spasms as you continue to thrust four feet of of thick futa cock inside of her, her body is awash in waves of pure ecstasy, another orgasm building upon her last as you fuck her senseless. She wraps her strong legs around you, propelling herself against you in tune with the slamming of your hips, she ahegaos as your mammantine dick kisses the entrance to her womb at the climax of each shove.
Britney:
"Use those muscles I gave you, Marnie. Squeeze my cock. Milk my cum into you."
Sister Marnie:
She did as she was asked, albeit not of her own volition. Her tight cunt was squeezing your ill-fitting cock hard, her dense, powerful muscles working tirelessly and had you been a lesser being she certainly would have succeeded in actually compressing your rod, a lesser dick would have buckled under the pressure, but not your divine fuckstick. She could feel your balls, heavy and pendulous, churning with cum as they slapped against her ponderous asscheeks with each violent plunge into her snatch, sending tremors through the sensitive flesh. She desired nothing more than to take your seed within herself at that moment.
Britney:
Even though her muscles find it impossible to compress my rod, the undulation along them nonetheless brings me to one final climax, and with a roar befitting someone whom Marnie had unknowingly worshiped as God Almighty, I blast load after load of cum into her womb, enough to fill it to bursting and even beyond, except that I had, once again, made her even larger inside than out. My arms convulse around her body, compressing her down, pushing her back to a body more like the one she had when she first met me. Yet my cock remains fully buried within her, as my powers allow me to ignore the ordinary constraints of physics.
Sister Marnie:
She orgasms alongside you as you pour forth copious amounts of sperm, filling her womb beyond capacity as her midsection bulges obscenely, a perverse display to say the least. Had this realm not suppressed the fertility and virility of its inhabitants she would certainly be pregnant with numerous children as your hot, thick seed coated each inch of her reproductive organ, excess spilling out around your engorged member and soaking the bedsheets as you claimed her as your cumdump. She writhed in place as her body was made into a more compact form, her height becoming less than half of its altered state as she rode out her orgasm with you lodged within her. "F-Fuuh.. M-Mmhahh b-blessed am I, Britney... ~"
Britney:
With a final groan I pull out and coat Marnie with my final orgasm, her new body, short, like she was, but decidedly curvier, becoming coated with my cum. But the cum soon absorbs into her skin, and I create a mirror on the ceiling above the bed so that she can see what she now looks like.

She is the same height as she was, and her limbs are slender, her muscles not especially defined--though she can feel that she is substantially stronger than she was--but her back is arched as I have enlarged her already-huge ass substantially, while four P-cup tits dominate her chest, sitting high and firm and proud without any consideration for such constraints as gravity. Her hair has also grown, pooling a bit on the shelf formed by her bodacious butt. "Now, you need some clothes to wear, and then I will give you a new Holy Mission."
Sister Marnie:
She gazed at her reflection with wide eyed fascination and disbelief. "Th-That's me?" She cups her multitude of breasts, watching as her reflection mirrors her. She grins, toying with her new cleavage before swatting her titanic ass, enjoying the way it jiggles for several moments, rippling and swaying like mad. After some time, she refocuses her attention on you. "A-Ah yes of course... What would you suggest?" Her habit was in tatters as a result of the sudden growth she had experienced prior, and so a new pair of clothes was in order. She began to heft her colossal tits once more, mesmerized by the size and how relatively easily her body carried her new endowments.
Britney:
I help Marnie stand up, the mirror becoming a full-body one on the wall. "Well, you have served me well as a nun, and so I would not ask you to wear something other than a habit." Such an outfit appears, but in a thin, transparent fabric that leaves nothing to the imagination, including an elaborate headdress. The habit drops to just above her knees, leaving her shins and feet exposed. Her arms are covered with loose sleeves to the elbows.
Sister Marnie:
She instinctively crosses her arms over her breasts, though this does very little to hide the burgeoning, double set of P sized breasts. She also crosses her legs over her sex, blushing fiercely, her cheeks are practically scarlet in colour. Th-This hardly covers anything, Britney... I-I may as well be wearing a tissue. "
She shifts her weight from one bare foot to another, suddenly feeling exposed even having just had sex. The thought of leaving this place wearing only this concerned her as she knew a multitude of individuals would love to **** her.
Britney:
I ignore her complaint. "As for your shoes, I think I would like you in leather," and Marnie finds herself **** up onto her toes as knee-high soft black leather boots form on her legs, complete with six-inch heels. "That should make your ass wiggle wonderfully as you walk. And now, as I told you, for your new Holy Mission."
Sister Marnie:
She decides not to press the issue as you will her into a pair of shoes. She takes a couple of wobbly steps in them, unused to the heels as they were too inconvenient for her to wear during her ministry. She sits on the bed and listens attentively. "Yes? What is it?"
Britney:
I kneel to massage Marnie's shins, working the muscle memory she'll need to be comfortable in her heels into her legs. "Your new Holy Mission shall be what you have always done: to minister to the downtrodden and depraved. But know now that your God is pleased when you engage in your fantasies, and when you allow those to whom you minister to use you to satisfy their own, and that she is excited to see what you will do, and will reward you greatly the more depraved the fantasies you aid in realizing." To soothe her concern about what others may do to her, I remind her, "And recall that you are under my protection, now, and have yourself some strength to resist should you so wish. Further, your clothes shall reform after any time you have sex, so do not be concerned with discarding them as necessary." I raise and whisper in her ear. "But your reward shall be the greater the more you let yourself be used." A telekinetic tendril flicks Marnie's clit to remind her of the sorts of rewards I can give her.
Sister Marnie:
"I-I understand, and I'm eager to fulfil your wishes as well as those of others, I-I will minister to the needy, and indulge in even the most depraved of fantasies, those that any other might shy away from. " She smiled warmly, enjoying your gentle touch after having had such rough and passionate sex. "Th-Thank you for your blessings, my God. I won't fail you." She shuddered as her sensitive clitty was teased, the action eliciting a small gasp from her parted lips. She was still recovering from the divine sex, your cum dripping from her drenched box. She embraced you, planting a kiss upon your cheek. "Shall I depart now?"
Britney:
The bedroom fades, replaced by a white featureless space. A portal opens to the marketplace and town square. "After you... Mother Abbess Marnie," implicitly informing her that I have decreed the creation of a new religious order, with her as its founder and leader.