chapter 4: the first book of lilian

The next day in the mess hall, I was making sure to keep as close an eye on those two as possible. Even as I was sure Sister Maria was doing the same to me. I was curious to see how those two would find new ways to enjoy themselves as per my previous suggestions. But it seemed as though they were already struggling a little. Nuns after all are expected to live modest lives with minimum indulgence of any kind. Which meant that when meals were divvied out by an older sister like Sister Maria they were exceptionally sparse. In fact, I watched as she gave the two thickset young women even less than the others. I did my best to suppress a frown from forming. She truly was a steadfast and problematic woman to deal with. The two girls, looked rather depressed as they ate their minimalistic meals. The portion sizes were borderline cruel given the extra mass they were lugging around. However, there was little I could do in terms of real intervention. Lest I risk a direct conflict with Maria. All I could hope was that my sentiment from the previous day had taken root.

Lilian leaned back in her chair and casually grabbed the portion laid out for another sister at the table. She did so which such casualness the food was actually in her mouth by the time the woman she was stealing from noticed. Her round cheeks covered in crumbs from her greedy scoffing of the food. She licked her plump lips greedily, like a hog. As the other sister took notice, I couldn’t help but notice her glance around. Until a spark of anger flashed in her eyes. “You can’t just take other people's food you know!” the wronged nun insisted. The soft bodied nun simply shrugged in response to this. “I was hungry is all...” she explained like the rotund bitch she was. Rather than escalate the conflict verbally, the targeted nun just reached out and forcefully grabbed Lillian by her flabby middle. Dislodging a stray belch from the nuns lip and resulting in a look of surprise. “No wonder you’re hungry when you’ve got a belly this big to fill” the nun insisted wobbling it in a display that was all too visible to the nuns down the table. With how tight her clothes had gotten; every inch of wobbling viscous blubber was visible.

Of course, Lilian was utterly paralyzed by all this. Which only coaxed her avenging targets to further heights. I’m sure the woman wronged, and Sister Maria felt Sister Lilian was probably paralyzed by fear. A literally big bully, surprised to be brought to her knees. Of course, the truth was that if she went to her knees, it would be because she was quaking out of sheer lust. “Seriously, nobody ever went looking for where the stolen food went, we could see it all on this fat ass of yours” the Nun said reaching behind Sister Lillian and cupping her fat arse cheeks as best she could. I suspect she wanted to emphasize it for the sake of humiliating the fatter nun, but the process was downright lewd. The Nun seemed to realize this part way through and froze up, mid squeezing of her rear. “So um...see..see how much of a fatty she is” she Nun half mumbled. Certainly, everyone was seeing. Every eye in the room was glued on the fat tush of the Nun who had been stealing food. On the sheer girth of it. I’m sure many were astonied by how much bigger it was than when she had arrived. Elen was staring openly and directly, with none of the candid shame of the others.

“Sisters, these displays are hardly befitting your oaths or your habits” Sister Maria called out to them sternly. It was no surprise she had only intervened when it was clear her proxy had run out of steam. Crossing her arms across her flat chest I couldn’t help but notice how everybody jumped at the whip crack of her words. It was clear that in the short gap between mother's superiors she had become the authority. “For that, we’re going to end this lunch early and go to prayer” she said and I almost spit out my own drink at that comment. There was not a hint of complaint. Aside from the unspoken one of Lilian who had been wound up without release. I found that more stunning. Normally you’d at least get sighs or groans of annoyance. But presumably Sister Maria had disciplined such things out of them.

“A-re you sure, I still haven’t eaten yet” a voice called out, seeming to draw the attention of the room. The girl who had spied me having too much fun with Lilian. The small girl with the Latin features. Sister Maria’s features softened dramatically at the sight of the girl and her words. “Yes, I’m sure” she insisted none the less. The mess room started into motion at this command. I followed suite if only because I wasn’t interested in drawing her ire. Though as I did inspiration struck. “I actually might have a special job for you” I called to the girl who had spoken up. She jolted and turned to me immediately. It was impossible to get a read on her really. But she certainly didn't seem...off put...by what she had witnessed the prior evening. “It wouldn’t do to have all this food go to waste, gather up the leftovers, and while your there, be sure you don’t go hungry” I said, my voice no doubt heard by the exiting the crowd. The young woman just nodded shyly and repeatedly with an oddly excited energy. Though perhaps most importantly, she wasn’t the only one excited by my sentiments. Lillian and Elen had been staring the whole time.

That evening I slowly and salaciously returned to the dining hall, greeting any of the sleepy sisters I passed in the hall with my trademark heavenly smile. Till lastly, I greeted my new little helper in back-room of the mess hall. Though not before I asked her for her name. I found it odd I didn't already know it. Since I was pretty sure I know the name of all the sisters under my charge. “S-Sister Madeline, Mother” she said quietly. I didn't recall one of those on the records, which I found decidedly strange. Though I figured that was a topic for another time, especially as I grew distracted by my surroundings. She really was quite a good girl, she had gathered up all the leftovers just as I had requested, a rather large amount of unconsumed food given they had basically been cut off past way through. “You’ve done an excellent job, though you probably could’ve stood to take more for yourself” I said reaching over to pat her head. She leaned back away from it. Troublesome. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to I’m just not used to that sort of thing” she apologized immediately. “It’s perfectly alright, you should be getting to bed anyways” I told her honestly. She looked at me with those big eyes of hers and eventually nodded.

With her gone, and a new curiosity to investigate, I took up my hiding space, the door down to the pantry, which if conveniently left marginally ajar, granted a view of the entire room. I knew what I was waiting for. My suspicions were soon confirmed by the sounds of creaking floorboards, followed by the opening of the door. She had grown too heavy to subtly navigate the old creaky building. But Lillian's greed clearly overcame her sense in that regard. The heavy girl snuck into the room clearly magnetized by the prospect of food. She truly was something of a natural born sow it seemed. She just couldn’t help herself. It wasn’t even proper food she was stealing into her gut, it was leftovers, if not for her gut they would’ve been thrown out. You could’ve called it holy work if she didn't cram it down with such clear gluttony and indignity. Without anyone watching her that she knew of. She started by hefting up a bowl of soup and just drinking its contents even the solids, in a single hoggish chug. Some broth spilled out, tracing a line from her first chin, to the bottom of her blooming second chin, then even deeper into her plunging cleavage.

Rather than repeat the motion she clearly became confused as to wish she wanted to sample more from the various meager offerings. Before grabbing one of each option in each hand, and using each hand to cram a different leftover piece of food into her greedy gullet. Her belly was already a clear mass, with a thickness that projected from her frame. But nevertheless, it still began to inch out even further as she began to make an absolute hog of herself. The thickset nun seemingly just couldn’t help herself from eating. It was in her nature to eat. To chew and gulp and swallow everything she could get in her greedy mouth. Her size hardly mattered. Her capacity an even dafter question. The simple pleasure of just cramming more and more delicious calories into herself. Was worth more than anything else. It was pretty clear the quality of the food was an irrelevancy. She’d eat anything you put it front of her gluttonous maw.

As she ate and her gut began to push against the table in front of it. Her consumption hardly stopped. It simply grew messier. More crumbs and liquid were being slopped against her habit and cleavage. Without so much as a care to be found. Bowl after bowl, bite after bite she simply couldn’t stop herself. At one point I even heard her snort. A fitting sound for a woman such as herself. There hadn’t been a question in my mind that if I ensured she overheard where the food was, that she’d show up and stuff herself stupid. No girl got a thickness like hers in a place like the nunnery without eating everything they could. I was still somewhat in shock at the sheer unrestrained gluttony of her. The absolute lack of care shown for anything but eating further. Even herself. After a particularly large bowl she actually slumped to her knees, with a heavy thud. Her gut a vast overfilled balloon of food distending from her body. Her habit, more skintight than even the type used in erotic parodies. She let out a long belch. I suspected she wanted nothing more than to eat further. But she simply couldn’t bring herself to do it. I figured we were done for the evening. Till I heard yet more creaking from outside the door. Much to my surprise.