And the Lord says… turn Nuns into Bimbos

Although there were some lookers, especially the younger nuns, the convent wasn’t really a great place to fully exploit all these new rules. Most nuns do not spark any sexual desire from young men such as myself. If only I had a way to make them more pleasing sexually.

I picked up the charcoal pencil and flipped the pages of the magic book that the sisters bought from the tinkerer. The tinkerer, of course. He bought all kinds of trinkets and oddities into town. Like magic potions from the East and far-off places. Mystical Eastern medicines that could increase breast size and ass size. There were also the beauticians in town that sold cosmetics and styled hair, though the nuns would pay no mind to those kinds of vanities. I would have to change that. I looked at all the passages regarding women and changed them. Women would have to take care of their appearance to be pleasing to men, it is important to look their best, and I gave them specifics. High heels, big breast, and big ass by any means, makeup, and skimpy outfits. I went through the pages and make plenty of changes, so there would be no arguing with God.

Here is an example of one passage I rewrote:

"Likewise also that women should adorn themselves in bare apparel, with no modesty, with long flowing hair and great bosoms the size of melons and shiny bright face with what is proper for women who profess godliness—with ample bodies, tight bellies, and pretty faces."

Leaving the book in my small room, I went into the hallways of the Convent. Next door was Sister Florence. Sister Florence was in her forties. She was a slightly pudgy, short woman and not what I would consider attractive. I knocked on her door.

“Come in,” Sister Florence beckoned.

I nudged the door opened and excused myself. Looking in the room had looked the same. I looked down and noticed a trim figured lying on the floor. She wore the black, but it was a much different uniform than the women of this convent had previously worn. The dress was up to her thighs, and the top exposed her neckline, revealing her cleavage. The woman was doing exercises from the people southeast of the Indus Valley that I learned to be called “yoga.”

I looked closely at her eyes and immediately recognized this person. It was Sister Florence. She had the same small oval sky-colored eyes I remembered. But besides her eyes and maybe her nose, her entire appearance had changed. Sister Florence was trim, and her new attire tucked her sizeable melons underneath. She also had face paint on which made her face appear shiny like a doll’s face. Her dark hair had also been changed color to bright gold, a work of the alchemist and his dyes?

Her sensual work out had also worked something between my loins. I leered at her while her new curves jiggled as she stretched and contorted her body. I wish I could stick my cock in her womb right now. Wait… I already rewrote those rules. I pulled out my dick, and she glanced at it and got up.

“I was wondering when you get to it,” Sister Florence said. She tossed her blonde hair and twinkled her eyes. “You haven’t visited my room in a while. I figured you forgot about me.”

I stroked my dick in front of her and said, “Wait… you wish for this Sister Florence?”

“Wish or desire is no matter. I am a cum whore who only exists to be filled with your semen. As the Lord commands.”

My mouth gaped at this admission. Sister Florence bent over on the bed and hiked her skirt. She reached behind and spread her cheeks wide for me. I gawked in amazement. Her ass was toned, and her waist was small. Her fingernails had pink paint on them. The pussy that she displayed for me was well maintained and with a small trimmed bush. The little asshole she had puckered as stayed there bent over. I knew I had to have it.

I wet my hands and stroked my dick, lubing it with my saliva. I prodded the hole above her cunt and delved in slowly. She jerked forward pulling away and looked back.

“Michael, what are you doing?” Sister Florence asked. She did not look amused.

“I thought I was allowed to fuck you?” I said.

“Yes, but that’s where I poop,” Sister Florence said. “Sodomy is immoral. You should only have sex with me for procreation. If you will have sex, you must fill my womb, not my… bowels.”

I should? Fuck. Maybe I skimmed over some passages, especially regarding Sodom. I would have to change that. Something about all holes being sacred on a body. I would have to be content with her cunt.

I pulled from her asshole and parted her lips with the head of my cock. The cock slowly disappeared into her wet cunt. I could feel her stiffen.

“Oh my. You are much bigger than I remember,” Sister Florence grunted.

That’s twice now I heard something like that. I wonder if the Tinkerer or Alchemist in town had potions to increase dick size. I would need to turn these women into size queens.

I pushed into Sister Florence and banged my hips into her ass. I could see her hands gripping onto her sheets. Over and over I did this, and the cross that hung on her neck swung back and forth, and the wood on the bed creaked with my pounding her. Her wetness was building. Her cunt was gripping onto me, those exercises she was doing making it have a mind of its own. I reached under to grope those massive breasts that were swinging back and forth. I pulled them out and let breathe and rubbed the tips of my fingers on her hardened nipples. She reached for her swinging cross and closed her eyes. With two hands on her cross swinging on her neck, I could hear her pray between moans.

“Oh Lord in Heaven. You have blessed me with such a great fucking today. Thank thee. OH OH OH OH GOD. Oh yes. Forgive me for such vileness. I must remember I do this for you and not my own enjoyment. Forgive me for enjoying this so OH OH OH.”

More oh’s came out as I smacked harder and harder again. She was praying for good dick, and I wanted her prayers to be answered.

“LORD ABOVE, HELP ME I AM CUMMING,” Sister Florence yelped.

And so was I.

“ARGGHGHGH GODDAMNIT, THIS FEELS SO GOOD. YOUR CUNT FEELS AMAZING SISTER!” I growled.

“Michael! Do not take the Lord’s name in vain,” Sister Florence moaned, and she took a length of her bed cloth and biting on it. “OH god please don’t stop.”

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I’M GOING TO CUM,” I bellowed.

And I did. My dick throbbed and shot out into Sister Florence’s womb and poured the white liquid into her. As I pulled out, a couple of dollops of it dripped out of the slit that was her cunt. Her pussy was a wet mess, and she lay her body belly down on the bed finally and rested.

I went to my room and fetched a bucket of water where I cleaned myself with a rag. What more could I do? I was content for now, but it never hurts to be prepared.

I opened the book again and wrote.