Transfiguration
Copyright© 2025 by Flavorfulcorpse
Chapter 8
You know the saying, “It isn’t over till the fat lady sings!” Well, what they don’t tell you is sometimes it’s the big goony, goo-goo lookin’ motherfucker’s singing that started the shit in the first place!
Shareece had made several calls before she and Milton were arrested. One of which was to a convent two towns over and in a whole other state. The rest of our school week went by with no fights or dancing in the back of trucks. Saturday morning, though, I was woken up by Antiope flooding my vision with the readouts of four people who were currently at the shop snooping around.
Mother Superior Constance.
Age: Fifty-two.
Height: Five feet eight inches.
Weight: One hundred fifty-seven pounds.
Hair color: Brown.
Eye color: Pale-blue.
Measurements: 42G/32/36.
Ailments: Slight back pain; otherwise healthy.
Sister Teresa.
Age: Forty.
Height: Five feet nine inches.
Weight: One hundred twenty-two pounds.
Hair color: Black.
Eye color: Brown.
Measurements: 36C/24/36.
Ailments: None, in good health.
Sister Katherine.
Age: Twenty-six.
Height: Five feet, five inches.
Weight: One hundred seventeen pounds.
Hair color: Blonde.
Eye color: Hazel.
Measurements: 32C/22/30.
Ailments: None, in good health.
Sister Mary.
Age: Twenty-one.
Height: Five feet zero inches.
Weight: Eighty-six pounds.
Hair color: Brown.
Eye color: Green.
Measurements: A-cup/14/18.
Ailments: Stage four lymphoma, six months to live without intervention.
“Ant, I don’t have to...”
“No, Jackson, you don’t have to ‘add’ them. We need acolytes and priestesses, though.”
“When can Sister Mary’s healing start?”
“The nanites just started,” Ant replied.
We got up and did our morning routine, while Tamara and Benezia had their fertilized eggs harvested and stored.
“Once the others go through their first harvest; they will produce as many eggs as Tamara and Benezia,” Ant told me.
“Three-hundred-and-four each?” I asked, trying not to faint.
I smelled burnt wires for some reason. I’m pretty sure Antiope likes to yank my chain. We were out the door at seven-thirty and at the shop by seven-forty-five. The nuns were standing by the front door, and Ant didn’t mention that these four particular nuns were quite attractive. Sister Mary was small but extremely pretty, while the rest were what you would think of when you envision ‘Halloween’ nuns, with real habits.
The girls opened the shop up, and the nuns were rubbing their bodies all over me, like they were in heat, from the moment they saw me. “Take Mary and anoint her and then baptize her with your seed,” Ant said with a giggle.
“You said I wouldn’t have to...”
“‘Add’ them, you don’t, but you will need to fuck them though! Now take Mary and anoint her, because she needs help with her healing,” Ant told me.
Mary didn’t need any other encouragement, as she grabbed my hand and led me into the shop, towards the first door she saw, which was my office. Due to the sacred act of anointing, it shall remain untold. What I can say is that Mary is the first priestess, and Constance, Teresa, and Katherine are the acolytes. Antiope moved them to the ship immediately for them to watch and pray over the embryos.
I thought the rest of the day would be quiet, but what the fuck do I know? At five, my aunt and cousin on my dad’s side came walking in like they owned the place. Darla was married to Dad’s older brother, John, and Terri was their daughter, who was a month younger than me. Darla was the quintessential bitch, and Terri was runner-up.
Uncle John and Dad had the same taste in women, as Darla was almost Mom’s twin once she got her fake tits, but Mom was prettier and real. Terri didn’t have to get fake boobs; she was blessed in that department, and I never knew her or Terri’s actual hair color because they changed it so much.
I knew why they were here; they were here to get my dad’s ashes and take them back to where they lived, even though the family cemetery was here. No skin off my back; they could take the asshole’s ashes wherever they wanted. What they weren’t getting was the insurance money, and that’s what they really wanted after all. We had better things to spend it on, like electric dog polishers, fur-lined sinks, or canned cans.
The conversation between Eli and Darla was getting heated when I walked into the lobby from the shop with Azi and Moni hot on my ass. Eli was about to lose her shit when I whistled, putting an end to the conversation. Darla, Terri, and the two guys who were in the waiting room clamped their hands over their ears. My aunt and cousin hadn’t seen me in three years, so my nanite ‘glow up’ had them speechless.
“Jackson?” My aunt asked, not believing her eyes.
“Darla,” I answered back.
“What happened to you?” She asked.
“I grew up; you know it’s been three years since you last saw me.”
“I guess you have grown up.”
“Why are you here?”
“Come, give your aunt a hug?”
I gave her a one-arm hug as she wrapped her arms around me and held on for a little too long. Terri was waiting for a hug when her mother released me, and she too held the hug for a little longer than I liked. The nanites that were in their system informed me they were both horny and wanted me to fuck them, right ... fucking ... now! The signs were there: dilated eyes and shallow, rapid breathing. Both remained close to me as well.
“Why didn’t you call and let us know your father had died sooner?” My aunt asked me.
“Just didn’t,” I told her.
“Were you going to bury him or leave his ashes unclaimed?” She asked semi-jokingly.
“Thought about that, or just flushing them,” I told her coldly.
“Why?” She asked, shocked by my answer.
“He threw Mom against the wall, tried to rape Jaq, then threatened to kill me when I protected them; that’s why,” I said, making her eyes go wide.
“That can’t be true; I don’t believe it,” she said, shaking her head.
“You don’t have to believe it, but it’s the truth,” Emily told her.
“Who are you, and why should I believe you either?” “My aunt asked Emily.
“I was the first deputy sheriff on the scene and saw most of what went on between Jackson and his dad, that’s why,” Emily told her.
“Jackson, you killed your father?” My aunt asked me.
“No, he didn’t; he never laid a hand on Jefferson. Jefferson had a heart attack trying to kill Jackson,” Emily told my aunt.
“Excuse us for a second,” Eli told my aunt and cousin; “Jackson,” she said to me as she took me by the arm and led me to her office.
When Eli closed the door, she told me, “You’re going to fuck them, knock them up, and then we can send them back all addicted to your cock,” and the look in her eyes made it clear it wasn’t a request.
“Okay, I have some transgressions to settle with them anyway,” I told her.
When we got back out front, Eli said, “Jackson, take your cousin and show her around the shop for a bit.” Terri was next to me in a flash, taking my hand, as she gave her mom a look over her shoulder that was meant as a “HAHA!”
Terri held my hand and hugged my arm as if we were on a date. She had a date alright, a date with my cock. I was going to make sure I got my due from Terri and Darla. Terri wasn’t ready for what happened next, because when the door was shut, I grabbed Terri by the wrist, spun her around, and grabbed her other wrist, pinning them behind her back. Then, I pushed her over to my desk and bent her over it.
“Hey, not so rough!” Terri told me, as I pulled the hem of her dress up and exposed her ass.
It wasn’t as nice as the asses I’m used to, but this isn’t about that; this is about me getting my pound of flesh, so to speak. I ripped the white bikini-cut cotton panties off her and kicked her feet wider, giving me a good look at her pussy. It looked like the meat that hung over the edge of the bread on a roast beef sandwich.
I dropped my pants and lined up to enter her, as I stood there thinking of all the shitty things Terri had done to me over the years; “Are you going to fuck me or are you afraid that your little...” I rammed my cock in her with a force I never used on any of the others, seating my cock against her cervix in one thrust. “Unggguh,” she groaned from the sudden impalement.
“Is that my cock sitting next to your womb?” I asked her with a smirk on my face. “I think it is,” then I continued, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking back.
The nanites would keep her from being damaged, but she would feel the pain from every one of my thrusts. Terri screamed like a Banshee for the first ten minutes, then she lost her voice and could only grunt. When I shot my load, she also orgasmed, and her body went limp when she did.
When she could move, I had her on her knees sucking my cock, and she was pretty good at it too. I wanted to get this done and her and my aunt gone, so I blew my load down her throat and went for the coup de grâce: her ass.
When we got back to the office, she walked over to a chair and sat down, falling asleep almost immediately. Eli walked Darla out and smiled. “Give your aunt the same tour, will you, Jackson?”
It was close to the same, but Darla started out on her knees. When she had my cock in her throat, I asked, “That taste on my cock, you know what it is?”
All she could do was, “Nnnn, nnnn,” around my cock.
“That’s the taste of your daughter’s ass,” I told her, which made her eyes go wide as she tried to pull off my cock, but I had my hand on her head and prevented her from doing so. It wasn’t long before I pumped my load down her throat, with her swallowing it all.
I had her stand and strip off her clothes, and just before I bent her over my desk, I balled up Terri’s panties, putting them in her mouth.
Darla got the same treatment Terri got, hard and fast. What surprised me about Darla was that she was tighter than Terri. Not wanting to prolong this any longer than I needed to, I filled my aunt’s womb and started fucking her ass. “You know, Terri wasn’t an anal virgin, like you,” I told her as I pounded away.
Darla was lying naked on my desk when I walked back into the lobby. Eli and Jaq each gave me a scorching kiss for what I had done.
“We know what you did isn’t like you, but it needed to be done that way,” Jaq told me, with Eli agreeing with her. Fifteen minutes later, Darla walked into the office and announced she and Terri were going to collect Dad’s ashes and take him home with them.
Once they had left, the atmosphere changed in the shop; it was peaceful again for a minute.
Chief Calloway came walking in; “What can we do ya for, Chief?” I asked.
“Have you had any nuns come in today?” He asked, looking around.
“No, why?” I asked.
“Why were they coming here? Did they have something that needed to be worked on?” Jaq asked.
“That I don’t know, but the office received a call saying they were coming here and haven’t called to check in with St. Mary and Joseph at the convent. So, I thought I’d swing by and ask,” Chief Calloway replied.
“Has anyone checked their route to see if they’ve broken down?” I asked.
Chief Calloway kept looking around. “Go look around, Chief,” I told him, and he walked around looking in every office and behind every closed door. When he was satisfied, “Thanks, I’ll be on my way,” he said and left.
For the first time today, the shop was quiet, really quiet. Azi and Moni were working on a single-cab, short-wheelbase, square-body, and the constellations were working on a ‘53 Chevy Townsman station wagon, which they had in pieces. Astra and Stella walked over to me, wrapping their arms around me, looking up, and making the ‘kissy’ face at me. I couldn’t resist their innocent faces, so I kissed them. They giggled and then skipped happily back to what they were doing.
Cassi (Cassiopeia) and Andi (Andromeda) walked over to get their kisses from me, and Elara and Lyra weren’t far behind them.
“Whatcha working on?” I asked them.
“Our car!” Stella said excitedly.
“You can drive?” I asked, getting head tilts and hands on hips in return.
“Of course we can drive, silly.” I got it in surround sound as all of them said it at the same time.
“Okay, okay, okay, my bad,” I told them with my hands up in front of me, palms towards them.
My penance was a kiss, as they lined up and got their payment from me. Andi was the last one, and when she kissed me, she bit my lower lip and sucked on it. The constellations were demons in angles’ clothing.
A semi pulling a flatbed pulled into the parking lot and stopped. The driver got out and was met by Azi and Moni. Moni signed something on a clipboard that the driver handed her, and then the driver began unloading crates from the trailer with his forklift. Azi directed him to a corner of the shop where he left the crates.
Walking over to Azi and putting my arm around her waist, I asked, “What’s in the crates?”
“Two more 572s.”
“For?” I asked.
“One 572 goes in the short-wheelbase, single-cab, square body I and Moni are working on, and one goes in the ‘53 Townsman station wagon the constellations are working on,” Azi explained.
“Huuughhh, more power,” I said, doing my best impression of a guy on a favorite TV show rerun of mine.
“They’ll be set up with twin turbos and a supercharger, so yes, a lot more power,” she said and grunted like the TV show character did.
“And the Fairlane?” I asked.
“It has a 534 upgraded to a 572 Boss, so it’s just as powerful as your motor now, and I didn’t think you’d like to spend a hundred K on a motor.”
“That would have been a bit much,” I told her, shaking my head at the price.
“With the Bee and the Fairlane having been upgraded by our little friends to their respective 572s, with the 572 Boss for the Fairlane and a 572 Hemi for the Bee, we’re all good,” Azi told me.
“It’s nice to have such considerate friends,” I said to her.
“It is!” She said with a giggle.