chapter 2: inferno

After I had finished educating Sister Elen for the day I knew it should've been time to move on to solving the next problem on the agenda. There was only one problem. I didn’t really want to. I'm a woman who never does anything she doesn't want to. So instead, I contented myself with simply basking in the afterglow I had created. Sister Elen certainly did. For the ensuing days after she visited my office she had a dopey smile on her face. It seemed like everywhere she walked it was like she was striding on sunshine. Occasionally with a snack in hand. Which would usually go missing later that night. There were the occasional spots of bother. Noise complaints about downright erotic sounds coming from her room at night. There was also a slight unbalancing in our food ledgers. But nobody was going to attribute that to Sister Elen. She was a good girl. The spectators figured such a happy nun with a healthy appetite couldn't possibly be the cause of those troubles.

Many people attributed her changes in behavior to her meeting with me. They never would've believed the sheer lewdness of her actual sins. But they had known she had gotten herself in a little bit of trouble. I'm sure they figured It was something simple like taking the lords name in vain. Something which I heard her doing quite regularly while reliving her…pressure between bites of food, during my night rounds. Of course, her real crimes were far more lurid than something so simple. But all they knew was a depressed and doubtful looking Elen entered my office and exited with a renewed vigor. They must surely have missed the shaking legs and hard packed stomach she had also left with. Instead, they only saw her joy. So, they believed me to be a lovely and kind Mother Superior who would surely grant them many allowances. I couldn’t have that of course. It was a paramount they knew who was in charge. So I decided it was finally time to deal with the second biggest problem on my agenda.

Sorting by severity, Sister Lilian was the second biggest problem. Sorting by actual scale she was probably the largest. I could see it already in the stretched nature of her habit. The dark fabric had a slight sheen and noticeable grip in areas where it was tight. Particularly noticeable around her hips thighs, and most prominently her middle. Which had the very visible curvage provided by the healthy beginning to a plump potbelly. She was just the slightest bit overfed. Lugging around a mass slightly heavier than the typical thickenings of the winter season. It was odd since she had all the hallmarks of traditional beauty. Raven black hair long and pulled into two high twin tails. Luminous amber eyes with just a hint of a beautiful slant. She was gorgeous and she most certainly knew it. So, the extra heft she was carrying was a simply delightful little controversy. I didn’t know if she thought the habit did a better job hiding than it actually did. Or if she was so confident, she simply didn’t care. But the bitchy pout on her face had me leaning towards the later.

“Well like, I am sorry I did it or whatever, but I wouldn't have done it if they served more food" Sister Lilian spoke up with downturned eyes. I hadn’t ever met a woman worse at playing the sympathy card. The fact she had even spoken first was a testament to that. “See, look you get all that, we don't get anywhere near as much" she said gesturing to the plate on my desk. A large platter simmering with expertly cooked meats. It was a family recipe of mine that could utilize all the anatomical pieces of a spit roasted hog. It was too rich for my blood of course. But then again it wasn't on my desk for me. “Oh my, you've been suffering from hunger pains have you?” I asked her in a tone of saccharine sweetness. She didn’t seem to notice my theatrics. A fine indication that rumors of my supposed kindness had gotten much too out of hand. “Come take a seat we can discuss the grave misfortunes that have befallen you" I told her drumming my hand against the giving flesh of my left thigh. Beckoning her to approach.

She actually had the audacity to smile before she approached. She had a noticeable gait to her walk, her pendulum like twin tails almost distracted from it but I could see it. The hint of being forced to sway her slightly too wide hips. The sweet nun was already starting a hint of a waddle. A testament to the soft thickness of her flabby legs and thicker thighs. I wondered if they were the meatiest part of her but as she glanced down at the chair I realized that wasn't the case. Half sitting on the chair had worked fine for Elen, a properly fit Nun who kept in shape. But as Lilian turned around to take her seat I realized it would be different for her. It was her ass which had taken the majority of her girth. Like plump hams they overfilled the half seat so much she had effectively her whole overfed booty poured onto my lap. She looked awkward about it. Her cheeks slightly flush. But I'm sure she also didn’t want to call attention to just how big her derrière had gotten. Particularly given the nature of her crimes. “Now all you have to do is be honest with me” I told the thick bottomed nun sliding my arm around her shoulder. Then down to her waist. “I’ve only ever eaten as much as I need, they just don’t feed us enough” she mewled, relaxed till I settled my hand onto her covered gut and gave it a violent shake. “Then what in Heaven’s name is this!” I told her cracking my tone like a whip.

Her posture straightened up at my change in tone and I felt her soft inner thighs clench. But as she opened her mouth to explain herself a loud belch exited instead. Igniting her cheeks, the most scandalous shade of red. “Look at you, you've been such a glutton you can't even defend yourself” I said taking another harsh squeeze and shake of her full gut. “You couldn’t even resist stuffing your face before you came here could you…” I said whispering the words with hot breath against her ear. My full chest pressed against her shoulder. I felt another shudder run through her soft frame. “Everybody knows you've been stealing food at night, with how big your rear has grown they can see it from every pew in the church hall" I told her my tone biting yet authoritarian.

The tone had shifted so quickly the chunky Nun couldn’t put up any defenses. She was soft in my hands metaphorically as she was physically. “But I…” she started to object. But I interrupted her with a firm slap on her overfed ass. She squeaked instantly silent. “Oh I forgot you've been so hungry haven’t you…” I mocked her grasping the hedonistically overloaded plate. Placing it down on the other side of the chair adjacent to her. “I bet you're such a pig you'd even eat this wouldn't you" I said tapping the plate. “N-" she started to object.

I turned her over, a simple feat given my height and the soft malleable nature of her physique. I turned her onto her side so her gut was pushing against my thighs and her face was hovering above the plate. Her overfed tush up in the air next to my free hand as the other kept her pinned. “Wait wait there's someone else…stealing food at night…” she started to whine. I leaned down on top of her my breasts pushing into her soft back and whispered sweet as can be. “I don't care, now eat, hog" I told her and signaled her to start with a firm punctuatory spank. On account of it's tightness I could even see the wobble of her blubber, contained within the tight confines of her skirt. That was all it took for her to start eating. Taking a big greedy mouthfuls from the plate and gulping them down. Her face a mix of humiliation and bliss. I'd interrupt her with demeaning words or comments, or with particularly firm spanks. She’d pause but would hardly let out a squeak before stuffing her gullet messily with the next bite. There was clear reasoning for the extra girth she was lugging around. She truly could eat like a pig under pressure. I made sure she knew it as well. It was a big plate, around halfway through it felt as though it she would probably object and I'd let her go.

But she just kept going. It was the most delightful new sensation. The ever present feeling of her overfull gut swelling into my thighs. The bigger it got the more of it touched me and it spurred me on. But I couldn't help but wonder what was spurring her onto such debauched overindulgence. To gorge herself so supremely round. “So why are you such pig, good sister?” I asked her finishing my sentence with a hearty spank. Whatever she deliriously murmured was utterly concealed by the fact her mouth was full of food. But as I pulled my hand back I realized I had my answer. I had felt it while spanking that big ass of hers. The overfed little glutton was wetter than a blessed spring. Bent over my lap being humiliated for being an outright hog of a woman. I gave her another one and she just started eating more. Her face covered in meat juice as she attempted to fit even more into her. I had never felt such raw stomach capacity before.

The amount of food gave in before she did. Though based on how she slumped into my lap I figured perhaps it would've been more accurate to call it a tie. She was so utterly round and seemingly half delirious. Every breath a half-panted moan. I gently ran my fingers in the shape of a holy symbol one of her over fattened ass cheeks. Certainly she'd need the heavens forgiveness for being such a sinful, sinful fatty. I had intended to merely chastise her into stopping, and to return my image as an authoritarian figure to my little flock. But with her looking so downright sinful, heavy and flopped over my thighs I just couldn't resist a more entertaining path. I leaned in close practically kissing her lower ear. “I hope you've learned your lesson, if you keep eating like such a pig, I'll have to punish you again” I whispered. In spite of her vast overfullness, and mental stupor, I felt her inner thighs wobble in response.

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