Chapter 4: Priest Bimbofies the Cute Virgin and the Slut Wife

Father Thomas Spencer

I shuddered at the feel of my wife’s asshole around my cock as she sat on my lap. She was my bimbo-nun now. I had ... succumbed to temptation. I had given in and submitted myself to the authority of the Bimbo App and the priest from the church across the street.

The church with rumors of orgies. Of nuns that would please a man who confessed his sins.

“It’s dialying!” my wife squealed. Lily was now Sister Lily Abigail, a bimbo-nun that gripped my cock with her hot pussy. She was holding the phone as she called Daisy, a fourteen-year-old member of my congregation that I had impure thoughts about.

Now I could have her.

Enjoy her.

It was shameful, but I couldn’t stop myself. I had embraced this for the prospect of enjoying the women of my congregation in whom I had lusted in the past. I had fought against those desires, and now I could indulge in them.

Turn them into airheads like Bishop Mallory had done with my wife. He had used her, fucked her, turned her into a bimbo-whore. Then he had sent her back to me dripping in his cum. I shuddered as she bounced on me.

“It’s all ringy and ringy,” cooed my wife.

I snatched the phone from her. The girl would know something was wrong if she talked to my bimbofied wife. Lily just didn’t speak the same way any longer. All the intelligence was gone. Just this horny, innocent lust was left in her eyes.

A strange combination, but that was what it was like. She didn’t have concepts of shame or self-control. She was too open now, her exposed boobs jiggling as she squirmed on my dick. I was still hard despite cumming in her velvety asshole.

She felt incredible around my dick.

The phone picked up. “Er, yes?”

The caller ID would have shown her it was her church calling. “Hey, Daisy,” I said. “I was just thinking we should talk.”

“Oh, Reverend Spencer,” she said.

I stared down at the black shirt I now wore with black pants. I even felt that starched priest collar about my throat. My clothes had changed from the T-shirt and jeans I had been wearing when my wife burst in.

“What do we need to talk about?” Daisy asked, the girl sounding so concerned. I pictured her black hair and green eyes. How adorable she looked in her dresses. So innocent with her small breasts. An underage delight for me to feast upon.

A fourteen-year-old tart to devour.

“Just an opportunity at the church for you to serve,” I said. As a bimbo-nun. I left that out. “How does that sound?”

“Oh, of course, Reverend,” she said. She was a good girl who was interested in serving. “I’ll come right on down.”

“The side door is unlocked,” I told her. “I’m back in my office waiting with my wife.” That should make the girl feel more at ease.

“Oh, okay,” she said. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Good,” I said and hung up.

“Is she comeying to cummying on your biggie dick, Fathery Hubby?” asked my wife. That was what she called me.

“Yes,” I groaned, savoring that hot cunt around my dick.

“Yay!” my wife squealed and bounded on me. “Ooh, ooh, let me sucky your dickie and swallow all your cummies! How does that soundy?”

“Great,” I panted.

She slid her asshole off me with a bright smile. She dropped to her knees before me, her white wimple wrapped around her beautiful face. Her blue eyes sparkled as she grabbed my cock. She stroked up and down me and licked her lips.

“Fathery Hubby’s yummy nummy cock,” my bimbo-wife moaned before she swallowed my dirty dick, her black veil swaying.

“Shit,” I groaned as Sister Lily Abigail polished clean my cock. My nun-wife blew me with passion as she suckled on me fresh from her asshole. “That’s good. Shit!”

She moaned around my dick, her tongue swirling about my dirty dick as she buffed me clean. She made me feel incredible. It was an amazing moment to have her working that hot mouth up and down my cock. She suckled on me with passion. It was wonderful to have her blowing me.

It was incredible. Our sex life had been so vanilla, but I hadn’t realized what I was missing out on. Now, I was experiencing the way her hot lips slid up and down my cock as I waited for the fourteen-year-old virgin to arrive.

I was such a dirty man. I shuddered as she suckled on me with all that she had. It was a beautiful thing to have her working her mouth up and down me. My dick twitched in her mouth as she sucked me clean. She swirled her tongue around my dick.

I groaned, enjoying every inch of her mouth blowing me.

“Shit, honey,” I groaned. “You’re my sexy nun-wife!”

She squealed around my cock, sucking hard on me.

“That’s right,” I groaned. “Fuck, Sister Lily Abigail. Suck my dick. You’re doing such a good job. Such a delicious bimbo-wife.”

My nun-wife moaned around my cock as she suckled harder on me, polishing my pole. She worked her mouth up and down my dick. She flicked her tongue around me. It was so amazing to feel her doing that. I loved the way she blew me. I shuddered, savoring the force of her suckling.

It was a wonderful moment to have her doing that. I rose toward my climax. I enjoyed every second of her sucking on me. She blew me with all that she had. My dick throbbed in her mouth. I wanted to cum in her.

I wanted to erupt into her mouth.

She suckled hard on me. She blew me with passion. I loved how she swirled her tongue around my dick. My cock throbbed in her mouth as she nursed on me. I slid my fingers through her hair as she moaned around my rod.

“I’m going to cum!” I groaned, the pressure growing at the tip of my cock. “Shit, that’s so amazing. You’re going to make me explode!”

My wife squealed.

Her tongue danced around my cock. I shuddered as I was about to erupt. I hurtled closer and closer to cumming. The sucking and slurping echoed through my office. I groaned, my back arching. My chair creaked as I loved my wife.

Her cheeks hollowed with her passion. She loved me with that hot mouth. She knew what she was doing to me. It was fabulous to have her suckling on me with force. With all that passion. I hurtled toward that moment when I would cum.

I hit the point of no return.

“Honey!” I roared.

I erupted into my bimbo-wife’s mouth.

Sister Lily Abigail gulped down my spunk as I flooded her mouth. The pleasure slammed through me. I grunted with each eruption. Rapture crashed into my mind. It was so incredible to flood my wife’s spunk.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I groaned.

She swallowed it all down. She gulped down my cum. The heady rush of this moment shot through me. I groaned, enjoying this passion. I loved every last second of this passion sweeping through my body.

“Damn,” I groaned as I erupted one last time into her mouth. “Damn, that was so—”

Two soft raps knocked at my door. “Reverend Spencer?”

“Come in,” I said, so happy that Daisy was here. I grabbed my phone as my wife kept sucking on my dick.

The door opened and Daisy appeared. She wore a pink blouse that was sleeveless and a pair of shorts that reached nearly to her knees. Her black hair flowed behind her while her green eyes blinked. She stepped in.

“Er...” She stared at me as my bimbo-wife kept sucking at my cock. “You’re dressed strange, Reverend.”

My wife ripped her mouth up and bounded to her feet. “Because my hubby is now Fathery Hubby! He’s a Cathylicky priest! Yay!”

Daisy froze in shock at my wife’s naked breasts bouncing. The girl’s cheeks paled. She was about to bolt like a frightened rabbit. I aimed my phone at her and the prompt appeared beside her as the App detected her.

Turn the Virgin Daisy Harper into a Bimbo Oral Nun?

YES or NO appeared beneath the prompt.

“What is going on!” Daisy gasped, baking up. “Why is her ... and ... this...”

I tapped the screen, hitting the YES button.

Nothing happened.

The girl took a step back. “This is so wrong. Were you trying to ... to ... molest me?”

I glanced at the screen. It hadn’t registered my button press. The girl spun around and darted out of the room. I cursed and hit the screen a second time. A third time. Fucking touchscreen phones. I was so bad at it.

A fourth time.

But she was already gone. I couldn’t see her any longer. It hadn’t worked. She was going to spill the beans. I groaned, my cock throbbing. My wife bounced in place, not understanding what was happening.

Then Daisy burst back into the room dressed as a cute nun, her small titties completely exposed. She looked so adorable as she stopped before me. So adorable and so sexy with her face wrapped up in the white wimple, the black veil draped over her.

“Fathery Spencer!” Sister Daisy Carol squealed. I knew her new name. “Ooh, ooh, I’m your bimboy-nun!”

“Yay!” my nun-wife squealed and darted around my desk. She reached the girl and hugged her. They both kissed, their lips melting together. They kissed with passion. They groaned, rubbing together. I stared in shock at them, my dick so hard.

They were making out. I watched them as I rose to my feet, my cock thrusting out before me. I was so hard as their lips worked together, their tongues dancing. Their breasts rubbed together. Those small, innocent tits pressed into my wife’s round boobs.

“Yes,” I groaned as I ripped off the priest’s collar. I unbuttoned the black shirt. I stared with lust at them. I wanted them so badly. I just had to fuck them both. I tore off my shirt. “I have to pop your cherry, Sister Daisy Carol.”

She broke the kiss with my wife and squealed, “Yesy yes, Fathery Spencer! You havey!”

“Yeppy yep,” my nun-wife cooed. “Ooh, ooh, I wanny to eaty her out, but maybe you shouldy do that.”

“Yes,” I groaned. “She can ... eat your pussy out while I do that.” My mind was bursting with all these perverted ideas. I had no clue where they came from, but I was eager to enjoy them.

“Ooh, yesy yes, you can licky my pussy cleany of all Fathery Hubby’s cummies,” my wife squealed.

I never would have thought of that before. It would have disgusted me, but now...