chapter 3: purgatorio

The right hand to giveth, the left hand to taketh away, or spank as the case happened to be. The two-primary means by which to assert myself. I felt I had utilized them rather well. Certainly, the two women involved had left feeling as though they had benefited. I had more or less resolved the two issues that had stumped by predecessor into leaving. Which meant I felt I could rest on my laurels a bit and watch the covenant flourish under my care. Certainly, the place was far livelier since I had arrived. No longer dour, it was filled with the giggling and gossiping one would hope to see from a covenant full of attractive young 20 something's. The gossip was of course occasionally salacious and particularly directed towards the two women in the covenant who had begun displaying wilder appetites. While their manners were becoming looser, their habits were becoming tighter. But I didn't feel it would amount to an issue that was too severe. I was incorrect. Though it wasn’t any of their peers that took offence. It was someone a little older, and vastly more bull headed.

Sister Maria was as stern a woman as I had ever had the misfortune of meeting. Albeit not in the way that was a typical of women of faith. Her skin was the color of warmth, and her figure was tall and powerfully built. Though that was hard to tell given her penchant for long sleeves. Rumor had it they were covering tattoos. Those being the absolute least of the rumors surrounding her. Though her accent and look made her seem a woman impersonating a nun. She had every bit one's severity. A fact I only realized after she summoned me to meet her in the chapel one evening. It had been several weeks after I had arrived. Our sole interaction had been a simple nod she had given me when I had arrived and silence since. All that I knew was what I had inferred from stories. So, you can imagine my surprise when I opened the chapel door and found my two favorites less than little sisters. In their underwear. They would’ve been shivering, were It not for what looked to a recently acquired layer of insulation. Visible in the form of new blubber.

The senior nun shot me a stern gaze as I arrived. I suppose she was trying for piercing but it barely registered. I was just disappointed that this interaction was unlikely to be as fun as it seemed it could have been. “I see you’ve finally arrived” she said in an accented tone as her arms crossed under her seemingly flat chest. “Yes, it was late.... I was praying, so I wanted to finish first” I told her through a broad smile. I suppose you could’ve called what I had been doing praying, from a certain point of view. “Well, whatever your delay I don’t suppose I need to explain the issue here...” she said gesturing to the two women. The two girls had started blushing almost immediately when I had walked in. Neither knew where to look though my chest was a common spot before they’d dart away. They were so sexed up and sex starved they seemed to have acquired quite the crush on me. I found that terribly cute. Though I could hardly express such a thing with Maria in the room. Least of all when as she said, the reasoning for my summoning was quite apparent.

Elen in particular was looking distinctly like a woman who was overindulging. I recalled from her pics before our little chat that she had a real toned figure. Like a particular busty model. She even had the blonde locks to match. But it seemed like whatever metabolism had been keeping her trim was losing to her new hobby. She was looking distinctly thick, round even. That trim midriff of hers had acquired a soft bulge of a muffin top that pushed over her new small panties. Her long sexy legs having thickened to the point of soft cake like thighs that carried a width they hadn’t bore prior. With her chest having taken its own generous portions. Her small handfuls had swollen into generous volley balls of soft blubber, taking the most of her girth. Her overall fitness had been buried beneath soft definition concealing flab. Leaving her rounded and devoid of sharp lines. Yet nevertheless there was a real sensuality to her well-fed curves. Some might’ve called her blessed. But if you asked me personally, she had a body built for sin. She averted her gaze as my eyes roamed her body, shifting nervously. I suspected on some level she might’ve been even enjoying the attention.

Sister Lilian had gotten even bigger since I had last reprimanded. I knew I’d simply have to punish her for that. She knew it too. Unlike her fellow half naked contemporary she was looking me dead-on. Her back straight her body on full display. Her growth hadn’t been as dramatic as Elen’s but I knew why she was there. There was no questioning it anymore she was downright chubby, a porker. Every bit of her from her soft chubby cheeks to her flabby shins, had some degree of fat on it. Often some degree would be more accurately described as a relatively vast amount. Her middle in particular was a gut, a wobbly ball of blubber that left me unknowing if her panties matched her bra. I was so curious I desperately wanted to check behind her. Though Maria would’ve found it odd. I could tell just by the breath of blubber on her wide hips that her derriere had surely blown up in size as well. I could even see the sides of it from her front. This was a large woman indeed. Vastly overfull. A pig of a nun, no question to be made of it.

“Well, they certainly do appear to have to been indulging lately” I admitted, granting some contrition to my powerfully built fellow Nun. There was no real way to explain the wobbly lard they had both acquired other than vast amounts of overeating. They had truly both been acting quite gluttonously. I had little concerns about having to punish them publicly. Elen had gotten the taste for it, no amount of stinging words would be able to keep her from glutting herself. It was becoming so increasing irrevocably tied to her need for more sinful pleasures I doubted she could stop herself. If anything, a public oral lashing with unkind sentiments was likely to only deepen Lilian’s interests. I could see her grinding her fatty thighs against one another as she stood. The whole situation obviously rather stimulating for her. Nevertheless, I found myself interceding on their behalf. Simply because the last thing I wanted was for Sister Maria to spoil my fun.

“Though I think you’re being rather harsh on them, we hardly live our lives in a state of physical exertion” I explained making a good show of wringing my hands. "It's not like these habits make for particularly good athletic wear either” I suggested squeezing a handful of the slightly tough material. The two sisters eyes locked on to the image of me touch my own ample chest. “Oh, you wish to talk about habits do you?” the older sister asked me sternly. “Get dressed!” she told them snapping her voice like a bull-whip. The duo complied immediately albeit red faced with embarrassment. Their thickset frames wobbling as they pulled the traditionally chaste garment onto themselves. Where upon a very enticing image was presented. The habit was digging into their soft frames and highlighting the girth of them. Squeezing flabby thighs and baring them, due to being pulled up around bloated curved middles. Their softer more decadent frames made the habit into a rather lurid outfit. Lilian’s in particularly was borderline skin tight. Hardly the image that habit was supposed to represent. But delicious nonetheless. Their features were flush, with both embarrassment and I suspected hints of lust.

“I’ll be confiscating all of your luxury items, you’ll live as your fore-mothers did in simpler times” Maria explained holding up the two sisters' phones. Both seemed to have an immediate reaction to this particular threat. Though Elen in particularly looked rather distressed. In a contrast to before our meeting I suspect she was more concerned about her porn being confiscated than the stern sister finding out she had it. “You will do what you feel you must Sister....” I told the older one with a saintly smile. “Indeed...whatever I have to do protect my flock” she clipped with a muscular shoulder as she passed me. Like some sort of bad high-school bully. It seemed she had her suspicions about me then. That was going to be a problem. I’d need to get her on side somehow. Or at least ensure she’d stop being a problem. However, as she stormed out, I knew I had more important priorities. What could be more important to a good Mother Superior than the hearts and minds of those she sits on top of.

“Ah well I can’t say I agree with the sisters punishment in this case” I told them both, crossing my arms under my ample chest to ensure I had their attention. “But I do feel there’s an important lesson you can learn...” I said trailing off. “Those phones are a great source of pleasure for you, but there’s also a great deal of pleasure to be found here in the monastery” I said with a vague gesture. “Particularly in your fellow Sisters” I said. While before their gazes had been glued on me I saw the duo look at each other. There was a hint of animosity. But they knew they were both becoming big girls, on a boat that was a present much too small. “So find new ways to enjoy yourselves under this ban, you may even find that flowers you find in the wild are all the sweeter than the ones in the garden” I said gesturing for them both to give me a hug. In truth I just had to get a good squeeze of them. They truly were thickening up nicely. Their bodies were sinking to mine all too delightfully. So I just couldn’t help but give one of Lilian’s fat cheeks a good squeeze. It felt great in my hand. But I soon realized I had been spotted through a crack in the door. One of the sisters I didn't recognize. A Latin looking gal, short with big eyes that widened as she saw what I did. I suspected another problem to add to the pile.