Bimbo App Cathedral of Sin 01

Bimbofying the Nagging Nun

Father Patrick Mallory

I sat in the confessional waiting for the next parishioner to enter, my mind drifting back to those events a month ago in my previous church. It had been the most surreal and sinful thing I had ever experienced in my life. I had come out to find a man, his wife, and his daughter fucking in the pews. Just right there in the church as if that was nothing.

It was obscene.

Then Petra Guadeloupe, a good girl and part of a very faithful family, had burst out of the confessional where she had just been fucking the other priest, Father Ramirez, and had flung herself at me. She had pounced on me and... and...

Broken my vow of celibacy.

She had gotten my cock out and plunged her pussy down my dick. She had ridden me in the church, babbling about being a bimbo. She sounded like a complete airhead. Not the girl I remembered at all. She had been changed.

Bimbo... That word. I couldn't get it out of my mind.

Bimbo...

I could still see Petra's empty-headed expression of joy as she bounced on me, her round and golden-brown breasts heaving over me as that hot and tight pussy worked up and down me. The pleasure had been exquisite. I lost all control and... and...

I was getting hard again thinking about it. Bimbo... Bimbo...

After that, Father Ramirez was lost to the harlot's charms. He let Petra whore herself out in the confessional booth at St. Michael's. It was why I had transferred to a new parish. Now I worked at the Church of Mary Magdalene on the other side of the country. It was an old stone church with a private college behind it that the parish ran. Four nuns took care of the church and the school, administering both.

The door to the other side of the confessional booth opened. Through the divider full of small holes, I could see her. I recognized her as Mrs. Desidéria Teixeira, a Brazilian-born teacher at the private college. A good woman. Her husband also taught there. She was a math teacher and he taught Latin and English.

"Bless me Father for I have sinned," she said after settling down. "It's been three days since my last confession."

"The Lord bless you, child, what are your sins," I said by rote as I sat her, my cock so hard in my pants. I adjusted myself carefully.

"I... I don't know how this happened, Father," she whispered, "but..."

"If you wish to find the Lord's forgiveness, you must repent, child," I said calmly. I didn't put any judgment in my voice. That wasn't my place. It was the Lord to judge. I was just here to coax the sin from my parishioner and help them repent.

"I have been having... relationship with a man who's not my husband," she croaked.

Harlot. That word stabbed through my mind. "I see."

"It's not even really man, not really," she continued. "It's one of my students at the private college. He's eighteen," she added hastily. "I... I know it's wrong, I just can't bring myself to stop, Father. He's... he's so young and handsome."

Anger boiled through me. It always did when I heard women confessing about their affairs. They present themselves as these loving family women, devoted to their husbands and children, then they confess how they cheat. Harlots. Whores. Sluts. They made a vow, dedicating themselves to one man, and they broke it.

Broke it when the first bimbo tart comes along!

Bimbo... That damned word. It echoed in my mind as I listened to her pathetic protests. She just wanted to indulge in her carnal lusts like Father Ramirez. She wanted to be like Petra, fucking every man she could for money.

"If you wish the Lord's forgiveness, you must put a stop to the affair," I told her.

"I want to, Father," she said, her voice broken. "I do. I love my husband, I'm just weak."

"Then ask the Lord for strength," I told her. "A dozen Hail Marys and the rosary, my child."

"Yes, Father," she said and rose. I knew she wouldn't, though. I had seen this before. She would be back next week, tearfully confessing how she slipped up again. How she couldn't resist one more romp with the young stud. And even if she ended the affair, once a cheating whore, always a cheating whore.

There would be another man. Another student.

Bimbo... Damned word. It pulled at me. There was something about it. Something about that man and his wife and daughter. About how he controlled Petra. My cock was so hard. Throbbing. I wanted to touch it. To stroke it. To give in to the sin of self-pleasure.

I ripped out my phone and did a Google search for "bimbo." There was something there. Something that had changed Petra from that good girl into an abject whore. No one changed that fast. Something had been done to her.

The top result was... the Bimbo App. A download link that promised to... make women into bimbos. Into whores. I stared at the description, my blood running cold. This was what had turned Petra into that little whore.

Flashes of her tight pussy working up and down my cock shot through me. I swallowed, my heart racing. I had to get out of this booth. It was too private. I could just pull my cock out and no one would know. Other priests had done it. I had heard stories.

I opened the door and stepped out, staring at my phone.

"You shouldn't have your phone out, Father," Sister Bethany Anne said as she walked by. She was one of the nuns, wearing the full black, shapeless habit belted around her waist with the white wimple wrapped around her face, covering her hair and neck. The black veil draped over it and her shoulders. She sniffed at me. She was young but had a squat face and a waspish, ugly expression. "Keep your mind on the Lord, Father."

I nodded and glanced at Mrs. Teixeira praying before the altar. She wore a brown, leather skirt and a gray blouse. It was conservative, and yet there was something sensual about the married, Brazilian woman.

I closed my phone and shoved it into my pocket. I had to forget about what happened.

* * *

Bimbo...

I lay on my bed in the small cottage that lay on the grounds for the caretaking priest—me—to live in. It was a tiny place, a bedroom with a narrow bed, a small office where I could write my homilies and work on my outreach ministries, and a kitchen-living room area. I stared up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. A storm raged outside, the wind howling by the door.

My cock was so hard.

I wanted to masturbate to Petra riding my cock. My phone lay charging on my nightstand. Just within reach. That app was there. That link to download and... and... I could just install it. Make bimbos here. Have them satiate my cock.

Make whores into bimbos. Mrs. Teixeira into a bimbo...

Lord, give me the strength to resist, I prayed and glanced at my phone. Lightning flashed, illuminating the black screen. Smartphones were black mirrors that reflected the best and worse of humanity. It was all in there. I just had to reach out. Please, Lord.

I rolled over onto my side, closing my eyes, my cock so hard.

* * *

I was groggy the next day. I was taking off the robes I wore. I had just given a morning mass. It was a weekday one, so not many people were in attendance. I yawned as I stepped out of the small vestibule. I had to do confessions. I exited the hallway into the church proper and ran smack into Sister Bethany Anne.

The squat-faced nun said, "Father, what was that? You were yawning through morning mass and distracted. There was no energy! You are here to share the Lord's will with His flock, and you are bumbling through it."

I scowled at this young woman. She was barely twenty. Well, I was only twenty-five, but still. "Sorry, I didn't sleep well." I marched around her to the confessional booth, hoping she would drop it. "I have something weighing on my mind."

"Then pray on it, Father, and do better," she hissed as she dogged after me, yapping at me like a little ankle-biter. "Remember who you serve."

"I remember," I said, my hand slipping into my pocket and finding my phone. "I want to focus, but..." I stopped before the confessional and pulled out my phone. I turned on the screen and typed in my unlock code. The download link for the app was right there. I just had to...

I touched the link.

"On your phone again, Father." The nun shook her head in contempt. "No wonder you are having problems getting sleep and doing your job properly. Put that away."

Congratulations! The Bimbo App Faith Version has been installed.

Faith version? How did it know? Right, right, social media sites tracked everyone's data. Google and Facebook probably sold my data to whoever used the app. I swallowed. I just had to click the icon. Just load it up.

"Are you listening to me, Father!" Sister Bethany Anne huffed, her face growing ugly. A red mottle spread across her face, a blotching flush that was deeply unattractive. "I am going to talk with the mother superior about you."

Anger flashed through me. Like I needed a lecture from that wrinkled, leather-faced hag who had never known a moment of joy in her whole life. I tapped the app's icon. The screen flashed pink as it loaded.

Welcome to the Bimbo App Faith Version. Bimbofy nuns to increase your Faith Level. Spend Faith Crystals to modify your flock. Faith Crystals are earned by your bimbo nuns and yourself. Experiment to find new ways to earn them. Remake your flock into your image.

"Don't ignore me!" hissed the nun. "I will write letters to the archdiocese. I know there was some issue at your last church. Probably did something sinful, and the Church packed you off here to make you our problem. Well, I won't let you... Why are you pointing your phone at me? Put that down!"

The App was like one of those... what were they called. ARG? Like Pokemon Go. It overlayed information on the world. It circled her angry face and asked: Bimbofy Sister Bethany Anne into your Bimbo Oral Nun?

The pink buttons with YES and NO appeared beneath it. My heart pounded in my chest.

"Father Patrick Mallory, you stop this right now!" she shrieked, her voice shrill. Annoying. My cock was so hard.

I hit YES. Shock rippled through me that I had done something so obviously sinful. I didn't know if this App really would... change... her. I gasped as her face changed. Her anger melted away into adoration. Her features shifted in subtle ways. She no longer seemed squat-faced, but had cute and delicate features. A button nose. Her hazel eyes shone as she clasped her hands together.

"Fathery Mallory!" she squealed, bouncing up and down. "Ooh, ooh, I wanna make you a goody priest and take care of you and... Do you need your cock suckied on? I can do that. Yeppers! I can! Tee-hee!"

She was completely different. Her voice was cute and adorable. Her expression was so friendly. She pushed me back into the confessional. I gasped and sank onto the seat. she followed me, the door closing behind her and plunging us into intimate darkness. The bimbofied nun dropped to her knees and attacked my black slacks. I stared at her, swallowing. My starched collar felt so tight around my neck as she undid my belt.

"Mmm, gonna sucky on Fathery Mallory's dick, yeppers, I am," she sang to herself. "Cocky suckying is the best."

Right here in the hallways outside the vestibule. I couldn't believe it. I was paralyzed in shock. What had I done? She reached into my fly and pulled out my hard cock. Her mouth opened wide and swallowed my dick.

I had changed this waspish nun into an empty-headed, cock-sucking slut. Her plump lips sealed about my shaft. The warmth of her mouth soaked the tip of my cock. Then she suckled. I groaned as she nursed on me.

"Lord," I breathed as she bobbed her head. I had to undo this. Everyone would know that she had changed. What had I done?

I glanced down at my phone to see that she was now called a Bimbo Nun Oral. Her smiling face was in a pink circle on the screen with a glowing exclamation mark beside her. I clicked it and read, Bimbo Nun Oral: These nuns are on their knees ready to please with their mouths while the parishioner recites his or her rosary and Hail Mary.

"Oh, Lord, that's so wrong," I groaned as the nun suckled on me with such sloppy delight.

I closed the explanation box when another popped up, reading: Congratulations, you have reached Faith Level 1! You may bimbofy sexually immoral women of your congregation into Bimbo Harlots for 10 Faith Crystals.

Instantly, Mrs. Teixeira popped into my mind. I noticed in the corner of the screen that I had 3 Faith Crystals already. I shuddered as that naughty bimbo-nun suckled on my cock. I groaned, savoring her mouth working up and down my cock.

Sister Bethany Anne put her all into blowing me. She suckled on me with all that she had. It was insane feeling her suckling on me. My face contorted with the pleasure of this moment. I gripped my phone. The screen turned off, making it even darker in here. The sloppy sounds of her blowjob filled the air. It was so intense.

"Sister Bethany Anne," I groaned.

She suckled hard on me, purring around my cock. Her tongue danced.

"Oh, Lord," I groaned. "What have I done? What—"

The other door to the confessional box opened. A man entered. Mr. Teixeira, the husband of that cheating whore. I swallowed, trying not to groan as Sister Bethany Anne blew me without a care in the world.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," he groaned. "It's been... two or three weeks since my last confession."

"The Lord bless you, child, what are your sins," I groaned by rote, my nuts tensing with that hungry mouth suckling on me.

"I've been... watching porn, Father," the man said, his voice stricken. "I know it's wrong, it's just my wife... She's been distant lately."

I knew why. My dick throbbed in the nun's mouth. His wife was a filthy, filthy whore.

"She hasn't been... eager to share marital relations, and I've just been so... so... Well, I've been abusing myself watching those women. The things they do..."

I bet his wife did those things to that student she fucked.

"I want to stop. I want to make things right between the Lord and my wife, Father," Mr. Teixeira said as the pressure rose in my nuts.

"Uh-huh," I said, picturing his wife on her knees sucking that young man's cock. Sister Bethany Anne suckled so hard on my cock. "You just have to... pray to the Lord. Go and do a dozen Hail Marys and five Rosaries."

"Yes, Father," the man said and rose as the pressure hit the bursting point in my cock.

I clenched my teeth as I erupted into the bimbo-nun's sucking mouth. I shuddered, spurting over and over again. The pleasure slammed through me. The sinful bliss crashed into my mind. I groaned, savoring that pleasure slamming through my body.

Mr. Teixeira left the confessional as I shuddered, spurting more and more of cum into the bimbo-nun's mouth. Sister Bethany Anne gulped it all down with glee. I shuddered, my nuts emptying themselves fast. I fired a last one.

"Lord," I breathed, rubbing my hand over my face. My phone buzzed in my hand, on silent.

The bimbo-nun ripped her mouth off my cock. "Praisy the Lordy for all your cummies, Fathery Mallory!"

I just panted as she jumped to her feet and darted out of the confessional booth, slamming the door behind me. I couldn't believe that happened. I raised my phone to absently check the notification, my mind a whirl at one I had just unleashed. My screen turned on. I had a notification from the App.

Receive BJ while giving confession! 1 Faith Crystal earned!

That brought me up to 4. I swallowed and stood, putting my cock away. I had to wipe my face off. I buckled up and left the confessional to the sounds of a man groaning. I glanced to my right to see Mr. Teixeira standing before the altar with Sister Bethany Anne kneeling before him. She had her hands on his ass, gripping him through his blue jeans. His belt was open. So was his fly. She was...

"Lord, forgive me," I groaned and rushed over to the sight.

Mr. Teixeira shot me a confused glance as the bimbo-nun worked her mouth up and down his cock. The Brazilian man shuddered, his brown face twisting in pleasure as the pale-faced nun slobbered on his dick. She suckled on him with passion while wiggling her hips in such a... a...

Suggestive way.

I swallowed as I stared at my nun. She wanted me to... to... fuck her. There was something different about her habit, too. I hadn't noticed it with the change to her face, but it was slit open on the sides. Black cloth draped over her rump, leaving her legs bare. She had thigh-high stockings on. And heels.

I flipped up the back of her habit. She had no panties and a tight, shaved pussy. I shuddered at the sight of her cunt. I dropped to the floor, my heart pounding away. Mr. Teixeira stared at me in shock as he watched me unbuckle my pants.

"Father?" he groaned, Sister Bethany Anne sucking hard on his cock.

"Say your Hail Marys and Rosaries," I said as I pulled out my dick and lined up at the nun's pussy.

"R-Right, Father," the man said, his face twisting in delight. He started muttering his prayers as I pressed into the nun's hot snatch.

Pussy. This was so wrong, but I couldn't take it. Not after thinking about bimbos and harlots. I was lost. I buried my cock to the hilt in Sister Bethany Anne's cunt. The bimbo-nun moaned around his cock. She suckled hard on him as her pussy gripped my dick. She squeezed around me. It was... incredible.

"Yes, yes, yes, Lord," I groaned as I drew back my dick.

She squealed about Mr. Teixeira's cock as I drew back my dick. Her hot pussy squeezed down on me. It was intense. Amazing. I rammed back into her snatch. I buried to the hilt in her slutty cunt. I fucked her with force.

I pounded her hard and fast, my nuts slapping into her shaved flesh. She squealed and moaned her delight, sounding so happy to have a dick in her mouth. I thrust away at her. I fucked her with force, reveling in that hot twat gripping my dick.

She held me tight. She massaged me with that hot twat. I groaned, loving every second of burying into her. I fucked her hard and fast. I thrust to the hilt in her cunt, loving how she squeezed her snatch around me.

"Yes, yes, yes," I groaned.

The husband of the harlot kept muttering his prayers as his face twisted in delight. He gripped the top of the nun's head as she bobbed up and down him. She suckled on him with passion. It was insane to watch. My cock thrust away with hard strokes.

I pounded her with all that I had. I buried into her again and again, reveling in that tight snatch around me. She held me with that hot flesh. It was magical to feel. I grunted and groaned with each plunge into her snatch.

"Lord Almighty!" I growled.

"Father!" Mr. Teixeira groaned. "She's... I..."

"Just enjoy Sister Bethany Anne's mouth," I groaned. "Just enjoy the bimbo-nun's sucking mouth! She's bringing you closer and closer to forgiveness!"

"Right, Father!" growled the man. "Lord! Mother of God, yes!"

She slobbered on his cock. Suckled on him with noisy passion. I fucked her hard, the pressure rising in my nuts. The need to spurt my cum into her pussy growing and growing with each plunge into her twat. I loved this so much. I fucked into her with all that I had. It was just fantastic to do that. I pounded her cunt. I fucked her with force, reveling in that delight.

I buried into her over and over again. I loved how she squeezed her snatch down on me. She held me tight with that hot snatch. I groaned with each thrust into her. My nuts tightened. The need to cum in the bimbo-nun grew and grew.

"Sister!" groaned Mr. Teixeira. "Oh, Sister, that's so good! I'm going to erupt!"