She resists everything but temptation

"What did you do to me?" the nun asked, John having kept her aware of the changes.

"I'm giving you an opportunity, Sister Cecilia," he explained. "The opportunity to see how you might have lived your life differently if your libido had been stronger than your faith when you were younger."

"My...my libido?" she asked.

"Your sex drive," he explained. "I've made your body 40 years younger, hotter than it ever was, and as horny as physiologically possible. So, do you still want to live a life of celibacy?"

"I...I made a vow..." she said.

"Yes, but you didn't have such a thirsty pussy when you made that vow," John pointed out. "Shouldn't you consider what your pussy wants?"

"What my...what my pussy wants?" she asked, her breathing becoming labored, her hands trembling.

"You owe it to yourself to at least investigate what your new pussy feels like," John said.

"What it feels like?" she asked, her hand reaching in the general range of where her twat hid beneath her habit.

John decided to help her out, snapping his finger and splitting her habit up the front and making her undergarments drop to her ankles. Sister Cecilia's hand went for her snatch and she moaned as the overwhelming sensations made her knees buckle.

"It's a nice pussy, isn't it Sister CeeCee?" John encouraged.

"Nice pussy," she agreed sitting down and exploring her twat. "Niiiiccce pussssssy."

"You can be a saint or you can be a slut, CeeCee," John said. "What will you choose?"