Chapter 3: Transforming the Protestant Wife into a Bimbo Nun

Bishop Patrick Mallory

To claim a Protestant church and return it to the Mother Faith, you must convert the reverend’s wife!

I smiled at those words. It was interesting the way I could expand my diocese. I could only convert new Catholic churches when I had accumulated enough prominence in the community, but I could use the power of the Counter-Reformation to redeem the heretics that broke away from the Mother Church.

Of course, I was the heretic now. I had embraced the sinful delights of bimbos. I wanted to expand my power. Spread it to more of them. And there was a protestant church near mine. I would love to convert it to the glory of my new faith.

Bimbo Catholicism would spread far and wide.

I needed 100 Faith Crystals to achieve it, though. That meant a lot of sex acts from my bimbo-nuns and bimbo-harlots. Luckily, I had St. Luke’s now. I could track Father Spiegal’s progress through the App. He had recruited three bimbo-nuns and two more bimbo-harlots. They were busy whoring themselves for the church like my bimbo-nuns and harlots.

So two days after achieving my status as a bishop, I had enough points to convert the Protestant church. I had to convert the preacher’s wife. I hummed as I took a walk from my church. It was very popular with the men. They were streaming in to gangbang my bimbo-nuns and bimbo-whores.

It was a warm day. A peaceful day. I glanced over at Trinity Lutheran with a statue of Martin Luther out front looking like he was about to nail his 95 Theses to the front of the church. I crossed the road, spotting a woman digging in the flower bed.

Mrs. Lily Spencer. The reverend’s wife.

She was a blonde woman wearing shorts, but they were modest ones, down to her knees, and did not fit her rump tightly. She also had on a loose T-shirt with some scripture on the back. A woman’s retreat from a year ago.

She looked at me and blinked. “Father Mallory?”

“It’s Bishop now,” I said, smiling at her.

“Oh, er, isn’t that nice,” she said. “My husband is inside the church if you wish to talk with him.” “I want to talk to you,” I said.

“Oh?” she gave me a wry glance as she pulled off her gloves. “Ready to denounce the idolatry of the Catholic Church and be set free of Pharisaical dogma of the Magisterium?”

“I’m here to convert you back to the true faith,” I said, aiming my phone at her. “The true faith. The Bimbo Faith.”

“Bimbos?” She frowned and rose, giving me a hard look. “What has been going on at your church? I’ve heard rumors, salacious ones, but I did not believe them. Now...”

“Why don’t you come with me and find out?” I asked as the prompt appeared

Convert the reverend’s faithful wife, Mrs. Lily Spencer, into a bimbo-nun?

Beneath that was my favorite choice: YES or NO.

I tapped YES and watched the changes.

The disgusted look on Mrs. Spencer’s face vanished as she became Sister Lily Abigail, which must be her middle name. She gasped in delight, clapping her hands together. She squealed in delight as her clothing changed. She was in the current bimbo outfit of the corset that showed off her round, firm breasts. Her blonde hair was hidden beneath her white wimple wrapped around her face. Her skirt barely covered her ass, her gorgeous legs clad in white thigh-highs.

“Bishopy Mallory!” she squealed, clapping her hands together. She jumped in place, her empty-headed delight so obvious. My cock was so hard watching her pale titties jiggled, her pale nipples so hard. “I’m so gladdy to be in the truey Bimboy Faithy Faith! Yay!”

I loved the way her breast quivered. They were so gorgeous. She licked her lips, looking so ready to have fun. I knew what I wanted from her. I stared at her as she quivered there before I made a twirling motion with my hand, the universal sign to turn around.

She giggled and did the same thing.

I sighed. Bimbos... “Turn around and bend over,” I said. “Let me see that ass and pussy!”

“Yesy yes, Bishopy Mallory!” she squealed and turned about. She bent over, thrusting her perky ass out at me. Her skirt rode up to reveal a thick bush that dripped with her juices, her rump toned. “Isn’t my assy so cutie cute?”

“Fuck, yes,” I growled.

“Ooh, ooh, such a naughty wotty wordy word,” she cooed.

“It is,” I said. “Damn, on your knees and suck my cock. I want you to guzzle down my cum.” “Cummies!” she squealed and spun around in place. “I love cummies. They’re so goody. I thinky. I’ve never tasted cummies before. Just go in my pussy and my womby womb to make babies!”

Damn, she wasn’t blowing her husband. Poor guy. Well, I was eager to get her debut. Also, it was interesting I didn’t get to choose what sort of bimbo she was. Maybe her husband would get that choice. So I just smiled at her as I unzipped my fly and reached in. She pulled me out.

“Wowsers,” she said. “So biggie, Bishopy Mallory.”

“Yep,” I said. “Suck it!”

“Okey-dokey!” She opened her mouth wide and engulfed my cock.

She swallowed me with passion.

I groaned as she blew me. It felt so good to have her doing that. She worked her mouth up and down my cock. I shuddered as she suckled on me with passion. She worked her mouth up and down my dick.

I trembled at the force of her suckling. She swirled her tongue around my rod. It was an incredible moment. She might have never blown anyone before, but she was a bimbo-nun, so she had some skill. I savored the feel of her passion.

Right here in public.

I didn’t care. I had the Bimbo App on my side. I was exercising my faith the way it was meant to be expressed. So I groaned as she suckled on me. She blew me with such passion. It was incredible to have her doing that. I growled out in delight as she worked her mouth up and down my dick.

“Fuck, that’s it,” I growled.

She squealed around my cock, sucking so hard.

“You love that, don’t you?” I asked.

Sister Lily Abigail nodded and nursed on my dick with passion. Her lips slid up and down my cock, creating such a passionate friction. I loved it. I savored every moment of it. She blew me with passion. It was so incredible to have her nursing on me.

She loved me with all that she had. It was an incredible rush to have her bobbing her head. She blew me with all that might. She worked her mouth up and down my cock. It was a beautiful thing to have her blowing me like that.

She suckled on me with all that she had. It was incredible to have her nursing on me. She flicked her tongue around my dick. I groaned, enjoying that immensely. She put her all into it, her black veil swaying around her face.

“Yeah, that’s good,” I groaned. “Shit, shit, that’s it!”

She moaned around my futa-dick. She stared up at me with such bright eyes. She was going to make me cums so hard. I loved it. I savored the way she blew me with all that she had. She suckled hard on me.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I groaned. “Just like that!”

She moaned around my dick with passion. She suckled on me with everything that she had. Her tongue flicked around my cock. It was a beautiful thing. I loved the way she blew me. She nursed hard on me. She whimpered and groaned around my dick.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted. “Shit, like that. Just like that!”

She flicked her tongue around my dick. She felt incredible doing that to me. I rose toward the moment when I would cum down her throat. She would just guzzle it all down. I was so ready for it. She nursed hard on me.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “Just like that. I’m about to cum!”

She squealed and swirled her tongue around my dick. I threw back my head and erupted.

I pumped my cum into her mouth. The pleasure slammed through me. The preacher’s wife turned into a bimbo-nun swallowed my spunk. I loved the noisy sounds she made as the pleasure shot through me. It was incredible.

Just fantastic.

I spurted more and more blasts of my cum into her mouth. I loved the pleasure of this moment. She swallowed all the spunk that I had in my nuts. It was such a perfect moment. I growled out my pleasure as she took it all.

“Oh, you naughty bimbo-nun!” I groaned, erupting one last time. “I want you to plant your hands on the wall, bend over, and beg me to fuck your cunt!”

The bimbo-nun ripped her mouth off my cock and squealed in delight. She jumped to her feet and spun around. She rushed to the wall, stepping on her flowers, and thrust her ass out at me as she bent over. Her blonde-furred muff appeared again.

I groaned and moved in to fuck her. I was so ready to ram my cock into her married cunt. I would enjoy fucking the Protestant slut. To redeem her back to the true folds of Bimbo Catholicism. I pictured the new universal church of perversity.

I nuzzled my cock into her bush and found the wet folds of her pussy.

“Ooh, ooh, that’s itty it,” she squealed. “Fucky me! Redeemy my pussy for Bimboy Cathylickyism! I wanna licky all the girls named Cathy!”

“Fuck,” I groaned and buried my cock into her married snatch.

Her hot, tight pussy gripped my cock. I groaned, savoring being in her Protestant twat. I would redeem her. I gripped her hips and drew back my dick. Her snatch gripped me, massaging me with silky delight.

I groaned and slammed back into her. I fucked her hard right here. I pounded her married snatch with passion. It was so good to fuck her like this. I grunted, hammering her twat with all that I had. She squeezed her pussy down on me and squealed out in delight.

“Ooh, ooh, Bishopy Mallory’s hugey rody shaft!” she moaned as I pumped away at her twat. “So biggie!”

“Fucking right,” I grunted, hammering her cunt. “That’s it. Grip me with that cock I’m going to dump my load into her pussy. You’re going to cum like a whore!”

“Yay!” she squealed, gripping my cock with her tight snatch. “Fucky me in the cunty hole with your mighty bishopy dick!”

“You love it, right, Sister Slut?” I grunted.

“I’m Slutty Sister Lily Abigail, silly billy!” she whimpered. “And I lovey dovey lovey it so muchy much! Fucky me so hardy! So fasty! Ooh, ooh, you’re churnying me uppy with that hugey rod. I wanna bursty on it, Bishopy Mallory! Just bursty so hardy!”