It hits some high notes.

Dave and Jacki re-entered the now receptionistless church and followed the sound of singing to the chapel.

There were six women and four men of various shapes, ages and ethnicities in three rows up on the podium and an enormous white woman with lank brownish curls in front of the singers, her prodigious backside to Dave and Jacki.

A woman even older than Ruby had been was playing the pipe organ.

Dave wished. The organist became an 18 year old goth girl and started playing Ina Gadda Da Vida.

"Margaret?" The director exclaimed, turning to the organist, then gaping at the dark-haired, dark-eyed girl. "Where did Margaret go?"

Margaret flipped the choir director off with a black nailed finger as she continued to pound away one-handed.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt," Dave said, drawing the director's attention. "I just had some ideas on how to improve your choir."

"Oh, and, um, who are you?" The director asked, flustered and looking back at her profane organist, trying to get her to stop playing with vigorous but impotent gestures and also looking with shock at Jacki.

"My name's Dave," he said. "What's yours?"

"Charity," the choir director said, waving down Margaret again. "Charity Bales. I'm the Choir Director. But we seem to have an uninvited organist, if you'll just give me a moment."

"Oh she's fine, Charity!" Dave said. "It's you I'm worried about."

"Wait...who are you again?" She asked.

"We're missionaries! Missionaries from The Church of the Unholy Bone," Dave said. "And I'm worried that you're not living up to your name, Charity."

"My name?" She asked. "The Unholy.,. What's going on?"

"You have so much," he said, gesturing to her rotund form and placing a hand on her shoulder. "And your sisters have so little."

He turned her to see that the three sopranos and three altos were stripping, to the confusion, though not objection, of the tenors and basses. The ladies seemed to be silently praying as they disrobed.

"Such tiny titties on that one," Dave said, indicating a tall, skinny blonde. "And you with all this extra flesh. Won't you please share with your sisters?"

"Share...my flesh?" She asked.

"That's the spirit, Charity!" He said.

And Dave wished. And Charity moaned. And the naked singers gasped.

Slowly, the fat on Charity's belly and thighs began to melt away, only to reappear on the sopranos and altos tits.

"Sing for us, ladies" Dave prompted. "Make a joyful noise."

They clutched at their growing tits and sang "Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Miiiii" up and down the scale.

Charity shrank and moaned. The other ladies grew and sang "Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Miiiii", a step higher this time.

"Oooooh!" Moaned Charity.

"Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Miiiii" sang her choir, higher and bustier.

Over and over they climbed higher and higher. Charity's mammoth panties dropped out of her tent-like dress as she lost what was holding it up. The formerly flat soprano was now clutching at cantaloupes. Her neighbor, a dark-skinned Alto who had started out busty now had a pair of watermelons. Both, along with the other growing singers, had wide, unfocused eyes as every increase in bustline and pitch was matched with an increase in arousal.

"Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Miiiii"

"Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Miiiii"

"Mi Mi Mi Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"

The tenors and basses had to cover their ears, but nothing on Earth could make them shield their eyes as they stared in dumbfounded delight at their transforming and climaxing companions.

Dave tore away at the choir director's ill-fitting clothes to reveal the hourglass figure he had carved from her marbled flesh. She didn't object. She was coming harder than her choir and hitting an even higher note.