chapter 5: the first book of elen

Sliding the door open as if she was a woman blessed with any capacity for subtly, was none other than Sister Elen. The curvy blonde glancing around the room with flushed cheeks. Her eyes had a certain wild quality to them, and her head sized breasts were rising and falling with a certain needy quality. I doubted it was explicitly a desire for food that had driven her. But rather instead her own natural urges for which she had developed but a single indulgent outlet. To fill herself would bring her to the satisfaction she was clearly starting to crave. I had to acknowledge that her being unable to last a single evening was somewhat impressive. I was sure she had a better tolerance before I had arrived. But who can resist pleasure once you know it’s right there in front of you.

However, what was before Elen was not only the pile of leftovers she could use to sate her sinful urges. But also a pig who had already gobbled down half of the proverbial trough. Collapsed and brought low by the sheer mass of overindulgence, the pig tailed hog couldn’t help but shoot the blonde a slightly embarrassed look. Though I knew better than to assume that embarrassment was the only thing she was feeling. Her hedonism on display before a judgmental fellow nun, one could only assume that Lilian was just as consumed by desire as Elen. She opened her mouth as if to offer some words in her own defense, or perhaps a bitchy remark, but the only result was a loud belch that had her clutching her own overtaxed middle. As far as I could tell her physical capacity was well and truly at its limits.

The blonde sister couldn’t help but turn her nose up at her dark haired contemporary. Quite frankly I wasn’t aware the quite angelically featured woman was capable of such a cold gaze. Yet the frost of her ire seemed to be kept in checked by the heat of her loins. As she strode across the room and snatched a loaf of bread taking a messy bite out of It even while continuing to show Lillian ire for the same behavior. “Pig” she spoke as she chewed, crumbs littering her substantial cleavage. “Slu-urrp” Lilian tried to retort but she was still far too full to muster anything resembling a defense. Elen continued to chew seemingly trying to ignore the awkwardness of their shared situation. Yet as food was associated with pleasure, I could see her only growing even more pent up as her belly filled. Each bite brought her lust she tried to conceal with Lilian so close. Yet her need ran so deep I’m sure it was still obvious.

“You’ve got a really slutty body you know that” Lillian managed to grunt out smugly. She was an absolute brat. I recalled that absolutely from our own first interaction. Certainly, her words were not without some degree of accuracy. Fat tits, soft hips and plump lips were trademarks of a more sinful type of woman. Perhaps it was the accuracy that finally caused Elen to snap. Grasping one of Lilian’s twin tails to yank her into a sitting position, Elen lowered herself to eye level with the beached pig. A surprised snort and sudden silence were the only response to this aggressive action. “What did you just say?” Elen asked her hot breath practically panting onto Lilian’s face. The former biting her own quivering lip in response. “You’ve got a fat pair of tits” she mustered the enunciation to say. In response Elen could only clutch her own chest, the heft of her tits and giving them a shake. It seems she did initially try to construct a counter argument, but in the face of the copious wobbling evidence I could see her lewd mind turning against her.

Lillian, brat that she was, found herself unceremoniously shoved onto her back. Ever so proud yet so easily pinned. For the second time in such a period of time she had brought a good, wholesome, woman of god to the point of domineering over her so rudely. Personally, I had bent her over with her over plump ass up in the air. Elen on the other hand, had her flipped the other way, with her stuffed gut presented to the open air. The round tanned dome a gurgling orb swollen to an engorged state by the nun's massive capacity. Elen gave it a solid slap for good measure. A percussive hand swing. The tanned bubble barely wobbled, so utterly full it was with heavy foods. "M-maybe I do have a slutty body, but you’re definitely a pig” the blonde nun insisted practically panting. It wasn’t like it was from exertion. No, she simply hadn’t found release for her built up pressure. In that regard they were both cut off from their outlets. And had become swelling, filling and expanding time bombs of sinful desire. Quite frankly Sister Maria’s preventive plan was working far more effectively than anything I could have done.

“I-I’m not a pig” Lilian objected her chubby cheeks looking even plumper as she pouted, though they were the color of tomatoes. Elen briefly ground her heel into the floor in frustration. Or perhaps just for the stimulation of her thick thighs brushing up against one another. Before grasping one of the meals from breakfast and forcefully shoving it towards the tipped over pig's mouth. The beached nun ate it. It was simple for her. Rather it was automatic. Put food in front of her mouth and it would disappear. Even as her stuffed gut groaned and sang its operatic gurgling's of digestions that would grow her larger. She ate. Because it was her base state of being. You swear off the earthly pleasures of your human life when you become a Nun and I was sure in spite of her immense pride Lillian had truly intended to do so. The only problem was that this was not a vice she had acquired in life. She was simply a born hog. If you wiped her memories, or replayed it all over in another life, she would wind up the same way. One has to wonder if knowing she was going to be his “bride”, why the good lord would allow such a pure sinner to exist.

“I’m n-” she started to say but her eyes were half-lidded, and Elen shoved in another one. I could see her pupils dilating. The food disappeared again in a few messy bites. The blonde pressed her hand down onto her fellow Nuns middle as if to check it was real and dislodged a downright unmannerly belch. “You really are a pig” Elen said staring down from over the top of her oversized prow. She was fascinated. Who wouldn’t be at such a display. Especially when Lillian was making no commentary on the strangeness of this interaction. Of the fact a fellow Nun had just crammed food into her mouth to win an argument. Or anything of the sort. Elen stooped low and dropped herself on top of Lillian. The curvy nuns bottom wobbling as it was placed atop the swelling tanned orb. Flanked by thick pale thighs on the other side. As one godly woman mounted the other. She wriggled her soft ass a little as if to get comfortable. The process leaving Lillian too stimulated to protest. But the blonde still wasn’t satisfied, till she pulled up the bottom half of her habit. The process revealing the soft vanilla thickness of her bottom half to the world, and the fact that she hadn’t worn any panties.

At that moment it became clear I was looking at a woman deeply in the throngs of a lust like delirium. Who knows what depraved fetish she would’ve developed had she wandered anywhere else that evening. But she had wandered there. To the place full of food and the pig tailed girl who couldn’t stop eating. Elen rocked her hips and ground herself atop Lillian’s tummy dislodging another belch. The process leaving the flabby girls mouth open, and therefor a hole to be stuffed. She crammed it with more leftovers. Stuffing that blackhole with calories. Cramming it with food that would eventually become blubber. She rocked her hips against it as if to encourage it as well as to stimulate herself. Occasionally squeezing it in the soft vice grip of her thick thighs as she tensed and untensed from pleasure. All the while the nun beneath her could only fulfill her base instincts. To gobble, scarf and consume anything edible. Yet I could see even her pace starting to slow. Her bites were becoming sluggish and less forceful her hand limp at her side. I supposed that maybe the rest of her had passed out, yet she certainly still tried to eat.

“Oh come on, I’m get-ting so c-close, you fat pig, you can eat more” Elen practically moaned. I doubted that comment was like her ones from earlier. It wasn’t catty or designed to make her feel embarrassed. It was simply the rawest term used to describe the orb of a Nun. They say there’s a power to using true names. Or perhaps there’s just a power to those who experience deep pleasure at humiliation. Because Lillian’s gobbling actually increased past its previous vigor. Eating with greater mess and speed than before as Elen stimulated herself by bouncing atop the hogs swollen middle. Moaning and occasionally letting out a taunt in the fatter Nun’s direction. The two women rising in pleasure as they indulged themselves in their twin pleasures of sin. Feeding both literally and figuratively into one another, driving towards new heights of pleasure. Until finally, being driven to the absolute point of pleasure, with a sound somewhere between a moan and the squeal of a pig. The duo found absolute release. Elen collapsing forwards, her oversized breasts smothering Lilian. The two sweaty women faded into half consciousness by the explosive depths of their release.

The end result of their thrill seeking was an obscene sight to behold in such a holy house. Lilian looked more akin to a blimp than a Nun. Her massive gut looked practically more gravid than it would if she were 9 months pregnant. Certainly, there’s history for a virgin conception, but I felt those two could only be called virigns in the most technical sense having partaken in such wanton lust together. Though at the end of the day I supposed, that’s the only sense that mattered. Not that anything mattered to them with their minds emptied out by sheer indulgence. I had gotten more than I could possibly have bargained for. So I resigned myself to sneaking away. After all if they had found such depths of pleasure there was no restriction Maria could possibly apply that could divert them. I felt confident as I snuck away. But the second I turned the corner I felt my soft chest collide and almost bowl someone over. I was briefly concerned those two had been exposed till I observed two key facts. First was that the Nun I had almost knocked over was Madeline, my little helper, and second was that her panties were down around ankles.