The Holy Pole falls! Bonnie is safe, but...

Of course two women couldn't steady a massive, unstable pole like that! Not only was it tall and heavy without the support of that magic bust, but also, it had the added weight of Bonnie up top unbalancing it. Bonnie may still be beautiful in her motherly years, but that didn't mean she was light weight... "Mooom! You're... too heavy...!" Broomi winced, feeling the pole begin to fall to one side. It wasn't going to crush Clara or her, but she had reasonable concerns for her mother's safety.

"Th-That's not a nice thing to say about your mother!" Bonnie complained, wailing while teetering upside-down. What was upside down now began to become horizontally oriented. "Eh... Eeeeeeh?!" she questioned, now wondering if her gift had displeased Geod as she hurtled through the air, clinging to that pole.

On the ground, Clara clutched her pendant. If **** to... she would reveal her angel form, rescue Bonnie, or perhaps heal her if she needed to. This was the one act she couldn't perform carelessly, however.

"All that racket!" the gray-haired old man spat, finally finishing his search for the navigator's scope he'd stored away earlier. Slowly, he made his way back to the window, then set up the device in his living room, pointed out the window. It was a laborious process... he couldn't notice in that time the Holy Pole, it's form now revealed, tottering menacingly towards his expensive abode second-floor apartment. He meticulously worked with the finding knob while the pole lost its balance and the mother and daughter Jean-Bromide screamed at the tops of their lungs. "There... That oughta do it. Let's see what those peasant girls are makin' so much noise about," he grumbled, sticking his pipe back between his lips and settling down to look through the viewing side of the scope. After a few adjustments...

He saw a great, freckled ass, upside-down, swinging towards his field of view. "Geod-damn-!"

Those were the only words he managed to get out as the head of the tremendous pole smashed through his window, causing him to swallow his pipe as glass and debris rained down around him. He was miraculously unharmed as the ludicrously erotic figure of the naked Miss Jean-Bromide hung above him. With the pigtails, he could barely recognize her... but for the first time in a few decades, he felt his wood returning, pitching a tall tent in the front of his pants. "It's a miracle.... It's--- Gak!" The old man fell over, clutching his throat as his face began to turn blue.

"E-Excuse meee!" Bonnie gasped, finally feeling herself let go. She dropped down on the man, landing so that her over-sized buttocks landed directly on his wood.

The **** was a taste of heaven and hell... the finest feeling of a woman's soft flesh cradling one's penis, combined with the heft of a chubby woman's meat smashing down upon him from a great height. It was erotica and drama all rolled up in one. The pipe shot out of the man's mouth and his face transformed from ****, to thanking Geod for saving him, to **** agony, to **** arousal. He had no idea what to feel any more.

"Mister Coppershell! I'm so sorry! I-I'll bring you a basket of cucumbers later, so please, don't be mad about the wall!" the naked mother apologized, bowing her head over and over as she stood up to her feet.

Staring at her erotic, sweating, freckled body and the thick bush between her legs, a smile spread across the old man's withered lips. "... I'll bring you a cucumber, Missy," he offered, adopting some of his sailor swagger from his younger days.

"... Um...?" Bonnie questioned, tilting her head with an uncomprehending smile.

The old man's mood soured again. "Git! Git ouuuuut!" he screamed, pointing for the door as he tried to get a feel for which pieces of his living room wall, and for that matter, his hip-bones remained unshattered.

"Miss Fauxbright?"

"Ah... Yes, my child?"

"What. The. Fuuuuuuuuuck!" Broomi complained, ignoring her own nakedness as several of the neighbor boys peaked from the opposite household to watch the nude confessor argue with the lingerie-clad head of the church. "That thing was freakin' dangerous! Why did you let my mom and me on there?!"

"I-I didn't know! Miss Ursula told me it was safe!" Clara protested, waving her hands in alarm. "B-Besides, Geod gifted us a miracle at the last moment! Your mother is completely unharmed, I saw it!" she smiled, trying to put a positive spin on the incident. She couldn't see the fate of the old man, but since she didn't realize he'd existed to begin with, she wasn't concerned with it. "Now, ahem, let's get inside..." she murmured, trying not to stare too obviously at the young boys watching the two of them from a nearby window.

Broomi held her in place with both hands on her shoulders. "No way! You're going to apologize. Don't you have something you want to confess, about being a ridiculous airhead?"

"... B-But it was your mom that kicked it over..."

"Confess!" Broomi insisted, grabbing up the taller woman's panties in one hand to give her a wedgie. The boys in the next building over watched extra hard as the fabric became taut between the high priestess' huge butt-cheeks.

That seemed to be a weak spot, because the head of the church gasped erotically and worked to fall to her knees in confession. "Oh Geod... forgive me the sin of my airheadedness... Amen..." the priestess prayed quickly, casting her blue eyes towards the dirt.

Broomi nodded with satisfaction, then heard a voice come from the nearby window: "why do you have hair there?"

She turned and watched the two boys with a no-nonsense frown. The confessor looked down between her legs for a moment, thought up the right response for just a moment, then grinned in spite of the absurdity of the situation. "What's the matter? Yours ain't come in yet?" she taunted.

"No, the nuns that were performing in the square don't have it," the other boy sniped back, sticking out his tongue. "They've got bigger boobs too! Shave your twat!"

"Okay, even a confessor's patience has limits! Time to die, kid!" Broomi complained, grabbing up her broken broom's top half and running to chase them down, disregarding her own nakedness. The high priestess hung her head, clutched one hand to her face, then retreated back inside to find something to wear.