Nikki Finds Eve and Tells Her Something Important

Eve sat on the edge of her narrow bed, still in her defeated nightgown, her hands rested on the warm, heavy curves of her backside. The growth from the night had left her noticeably larger, she was unmistakably plush and exaggerated.

Her hips now measured a generous forty inches around, paired with an ass that had swollen into two full, rounded globes that jutted out prominently behind her. Each cheek was soft yet firm, both were easily the size of medium cantaloupes, with a deep, inviting cleft between them that made even simple movements look obscenely sensual. Her nightgown rode up constantly, exposing the lower curves of her backside no matter how many times she tugged it down.

A soft knock at the door made her jump.

“Sister Eve?” Mother Nikki’s voice, calm and authoritative. “May I come in?”

Eve’s stomach twisted. She quickly stood, wincing at the heavy sway and soft clap of her new flesh. “Y-yes, Mother Superior. One moment.”

She adjusted the nightgown as best she could, but there was no hiding the way it clung to her widened hips or the prominent shelf of her rear. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door.

Nikki stood there, her face a solemn mask of seniority and wisdom. Her eyes flicked down once before returning to Eve’s face, there was a knowing look on Nikki's features.

“Come with me, child. My office. Now.”

Eve followed without question, each step sending a gentle, liquid ripple through her enlarged backside. The habit she hastily pulled on did little to conceal the new contours; the fabric stretched taut across her hips and outlined the generous swell of her ass with every stride. Sloth drifted invisibly behind them, yawning loudly in Eve's ears.

Nikki’s office was a small, tidy room filled with books, a heavy wooden desk, and a single crucifix on the wall. She closed the door firmly and gestured for Eve to sit. Eve did so carefully, feeling her cheeks spread and pillow softly beneath her on the wooden chair.

Nikki leaned against the desk, arms crossed, studying her.

“I know,” she said simply.

Eve’s heart stuttered. “Mother…?”

“About the Sin that’s attached herself to you.” Nikki’s voice was steady, almost conversational. “The Church has always taught that the Deadly Sins are not mere abstractions or metaphors. They are living entities; the daughters of Folly, extensions of her chaos. Old Agnes, though do not let her know I called her that, told me the stories when I was still a postulant. I never thought I’d see one in the flesh… or rather, attached to one of my own wards.”

Eve’s hands trembled in her lap. “I… I didn’t invite her into me! She appeared at the picnic yesterday. She touched me and… and now she’s anchored to me. My body is changing. My… my bottom keeps growing. I tried to pray, I tried to resist—”

Nikki held up a hand, cutting her off gently but firmly.

“I believe you, Eve. You don’t need to hide it from me. Or from the others, if it happens again in front of them. The parish has faced smaller trials. We’ll face this one too.” She sighed, rubbing her temple. “Unfortunately… I don’t know how to remove her. The old texts speak of exorcisms for demons, but Sins are different. They’re closer to humanity—they're more like personified temptations given form. They don’t possess in the same way as Infernals. They… influence. And anchor in people. Agnes might know more obscure rites, but even she’s never dealt with a living Sin before."

Nikki stepped closer and placed a reassuring hand on Eve’s shoulder.

“You are still Sister Eve Terrence. Still one of us. Your beauty has always drawn eyes—now it’s simply… more pronounced in one area." That statement made Eve flush extra hard.

"If your hips and ass continue to expand, don’t **** yourself trying to conceal every inch. The habit can be let out. We have seamstresses in the town who owe the parish favors. And if the changes become too much for modesty during services or charity work, we’ll find ways to accommodate. You are not alone in this burden.”

Eve’s eyes stung with unshed tears. The kindness in Nikki’s voice made the humiliation somehow sharper and softer at the same time.

“Thank you, Mother,” she whispered. “But… she’s still here. Sloth. She's just floated behind you."

Nikki glanced over her shoulder instinctively, seeing nothing, then gave a wry smile.

“Well, if she’s listening… tell your unwanted guest that the parish of Appleton does not welcome daughters of Folly spreading their particular brand of chaos. And that if she harms any of my sisters—or this town—we will find a way to make her regret choosing our quiet corner of Illinois.”

From the corner of the room came a lazy, muffled yawn.

“…Noted,” Sloth’s sleepy voice drifted faintly, audible only to Eve. “Your mother's really bossy."

Eve ignored her, focusing on Nikki.

“What do I do now?” she asked.

Nikki squeezed her shoulder once more.

“Live your duties as best you can. Pray. Document every change, every word she speaks. We’ll consult the archives tonight. And Eve…” Her voice softened. “If the growth happens again and it… affects you physically in ways that trouble your vows, come to me immediately. No shame. We are women first, then brides of Christ. The flesh is weak. Especially when a Sin decides to make it her pillow.”

Eve nodded, cheeks burning at the implication.

As she rose to leave, the chair creaked in relief. Her widened hips swayed noticeably, the heavy, cantaloupe-sized cheeks of her ass shifting and jiggling with each step toward the door. The habit clung scandalously in the back, outlining the new, plush prominence.

Sloth drifted after her, tail flicking lazily.

“See? Told ya she’d be cool about the fat ass,” the Sin mumbled.

Eve shot her an exasperated glare over her shoulder but said nothing until they were back in the hallway.

She placed both hands on her rear again, feeling the warm, soft weight, and let out a quiet, conflicted sigh.

The day’s duties still waited: charity work, preparing the altar, helping with the soup kitchen. And her body, already changed, promised to make every movement a quiet exercise in mortification.

Sloth floated beside her, grinning sleepily.

“Gonna be a long day, Eve, best get a move or...find a nice place to sit."

Eve whispered a prayer under her breath and kept walking, the gentle clap of her enlarged cheeks marking each step like a sinful metronome she could no longer silence.