Church on State

"Why haven't I seen these before?" Paula asked, looking around in confused wonderment. A lot of the nuns had helped out at the event they just held, and they were all wearing similar outfits to Catherine. Traditional habits. It was as if they changed now that they were out of sight of the public.

"Some people are hesitant when confronted with change. We keep the peace, for now, but eventually, these will be our daily wear in public." Catherine responded matter-of-factly. Paula had to admit that she was impressed by her bold confidence in what she viewed as an unlikely future.

"Do you have one?" Paula asked playfully, as she gave an amused look at this unusual yet beautiful woman.

"Of course. I would ask my girls to wear those if I was not willing to do so myself," Catherine boasted proudly.

Paula marveled at this woman. She did not come across like a nun to her. Nuns were not usually this open and candid...or fun to be around. Catherine had a way about her that made you want to be near her.

Catherine showed Paula around, introduced her to the nuns, and explained some of their daily lives and some of the charitable events they took a part in almost daily, such as helping the homeless, helping the imprisoned, and cleaning up the city. Paula was impressed.

"Paula, I think you would fit right in here. My girls and I value passionate people who care about the Lord and his Flock. My girls and I value people who have been blessed by the Lord in many ways. The Lord has blessed you with a selfless soul. You would fit right in here," Catherine said.

Paula was flattered to think she would fit in with these girls. They were all so beautiful. Paula had never been one of the hot girls. Sure, she was pretty, but she had always been more studious than most of her counterparts. While the hot, slutty girls were out going to parties, getting laid and having fun, she was in her room, studying. She had never fit in with those girls, and she had never tried. For the first time in her life, another woman was implying that she would fit in with a group of beautiful women.

Paula liked to think she was pretty, but in an understated way. She would be described as bookish by most. Even though Adam always called her beautiful, Paula had always had a realistic view of her own looks, and she knew she was not a full-blown hottie.

She had cute brunette hair, cute glasses, and a cute sense of style. She was cute, and nothing more. But, she was cute enough to land a stud like Adam, and that thought made her smile. But no amount of self-justification could make her compare her cup size with these girls and hope to match up. She had never outgrown her A-cup bra, a fact that had always frustrated her. She had always hoped her breasts would grow bigger, but her prayers went unanswered. She had to watch in school as girls she hated, girls who were total bitches, sprouted giant breasts while she could barely fill a training bra. She had always felt like girls looked down at her and laughed at her behind her back, and in some cases straight in her face, for having such meager breasts.

She had always been told breast size did not matter, but for awhile, she doubted that. She watched as all the hot guys in school ended up with girls whose only redeeming qualities were their massive boobs. All the evidence pointed to the simple fact that guys loved big breasts, no matter the girl they were attached to. This hypothesis lasted for a few years, until she met Adam. Adam showed her that not all men had to be with a woman with big titties. Adam did not care about stuff like that. He loved her as she was.

"Melody, can you come over here please." Catherine called across the room, shaking Paula out of her revelry. Paula watched as a woman walked out of the crowd. Like all the girls here, it seemed, she had massive breasts which jutted out in front of her. Paula could not help but watch jealously as they jiggled with her every graceful step. And then she looked up at Melody, and immediately recognized her.

"How can I help you, Reverend Mother?" Melody questioned, her voice as sweet as her name.

"Melody? Melody Banks?" Paula asked incredulously, eyes wide.

"Paula?" Melody asked, her face lighting up. She squealed in joy and hugged Paula, crushing her large, firm, breasts against Paula's non-existent chest.

Paula was a bit confused. To be honest. Melody was one of the girls in high school that she hated. The one's that were bitches and sprouted the huge boobs Paula so desperately envied. The one's that looked down at Paula. The one's that Paula wished she could be like.

"How are you doing Paula?" Melody inquired cheerfully, "You look good!"

"Oh, thanks. Things are good. Helping Adam with the election," Paula replied awkwardly.

"I'm glad to hear you guys are still going strong. He was always a hunk." Melody replied with a sly grin and knowing wink that made Paula uncomfortable.

Paula remembered what Melody used to be like. Melody had been a shameless flirt in high school. She was the type of girl that would hit on any guy she found hot. Any guy single or taken. Paula still remembered the time she caught her flirting with Adam. Adam said it was nothing, but Paula always held onto him extra tight when she was around.

To put it nicely, Melody was not the most...pure girl around, so Paula was shocked to see Melody as part of the Church. She had always seemed like she looked down on Paula for being so devout, but here she was, a nun.

"I must say, I'm shocked to see you here," Paula said bluntly.

"Melody here was living a life of sin," Catherine started. "I recruited her to the church a few years ago. Now, she is on the correct path. Melody, did you make the right choice?"

"Oh, absolutely. I have never felt more right about anything I have done. Catherine taught me so much. I had never experienced God until Catherine here showed me the way. I can't tell you how many religious experiences I have had since joining the convent." Melody answered sweetly.

"You see, Paula. Tell me, have you ever experienced a moment in life where you saw God? We experience that every day. A true religious experience. The feeling is indescribable. Don't you want to see what it's like?" Catherine said, tempting her.

"Um, not exactly..." Paula said, wondering if they were telling the truth.

"Well, just know that you are so close to experiencing that. I know there are sacrifices you have to make. You have to leave your husband. You have to give up sex. But wouldn't it be worth it?" Catherine said.

Catherine seemed so sure and cannily serious about this that Paula just knew she was telling the truth. Paula had to admit she had never had a religious experience, not like they spoke of. Paula had to admit it did sound tempting, but she couldn't, could she? She was married! She was in love!

"Um, I don't know, uh, it's just, I can't." Paula answered meekly.

"The choice is up to you, Paula, and the offer is always open." Catherine said with a disappointed smile. "I won't push it any more right now. I can see you're nervous."

"Uh, okay." Paula said with a nervous laugh. "I don't know if I could fit in with you guys anyway. You all look so good in your habits. I would get lost in the shuffle."

"Paula, this isn't some girly clique like in high school." Melody reassured her, "We are all friends here. And besides, don't sell yourself short. You look good."

Paula simply nodded and smiled. Melody seemed like a changed woman. She was no longer the skanky girl that hit on her boyfriend. She was reborn, thanks to the Church.

"I guess the habits aren't so bad," Paula said. She started to think maybe she would look okay in the modified habit.

"You should see the one Catherine wears. She looks amazing in it," Melody said.

"Oh, don't flatter me," Catherine said with a laugh.

"C'mon. God truly blessed you. You should show it off. Isn't that what you taught us?" Melody said.

"Yeah, c'mon Catherine. Show it off." One of the other nuns said.

"Should I?" Catherine asked Paula.

"Yeah, go ahead." Paula said. Paula had never felt like she was in the cool clique in high school. But here, she was being included with all the other girls. She had to admit, it felt nice.

"Okay. I'll be back in a minute. I'll come find you guys. Melody, take care of her," Catherine directed her charge before she left the room, leaving Paula alone with Melody.

"So when do I get to see Adam?" Melody asked coyly, sucking on her bottom lip.

Paula thought for a second. Ten years ago, she would not have let Melody close to Adam. But it seemed like Melody had learned the error of her ways.

"Actually, he's about to pick me up. He should be arriving now," Paula said, quickly checking her watch.

"Oh, let's go meet him then," Melody said brightly.

Melody showed her around a bit more as they walked towards the front of the church. Paula wished this had been the Melody she knew in high school. Maybe they would have gotten along. Paula had to admit that she was fun to be around, and she admired her carefree attitude; she found it endearing.

Adam was waiting as they reached the entrance. He looked at Paula for a second before getting distracted by the nun next to her.

Like Paula, the first thing he noticed was her habit, and the voluptuous form it clung to. The large breasts. The fit form. It was not until she spoke that he looked at her face.

"Adam Fitzpatrick, it's been too long," Melody cooed. There was an almost sensuous quality to her greeting that put Adam off his game for a moment. He recognized that voice; that seductive, breathy, sing-song voice that had often whispered such dirty things in his young ears.

"M-Melody?" Adam stuttered in disbelief.

"It's so nice to see you," Melody breathed into his ear as she pulled him into a firm hug. Adam felt uncomfortable as he felt her large breasts squish warmly against his chest. He could not help but think of the voluptuous woman in the pictures he was given.

"Wow, a nun? That's incredible!" Adam said enthusiastically. Paula was surprised to see his admiration of nuns.

"Yeah, I'm a changed woman," Melody said, rubbing her hands on Adam's strong back, before breaking the lingering hug, "I've been following you very closely. I'll let you know you have my vote."

"Oh, well, thank you." Adam said, "That's, uh, quite the habit, there." He had known most nun's habits to be bulky, but the habit Melody was wearing was molded to her voluptuous body.

"Oh, this thing. Catherine encourages us to show off our gifts," Melody replied. But Adam did not hear all of her words. He was too distracted by the sight behind her.

"There you guys are." Catherine called, walking towards them. Adam couldn't help but glance at her body. It would be hard not to, since her habit seemed to be painted on. And what a body to be painted to! Her habit was even tighter than Melody's. And, his first impression had proven correct. She had absolutely giant breasts, which jutted out in front of her. They looked even bigger due to her flat belly and otherwise fit frame. She had a perfect hourglass figure.

Adam felt like he was being watched, and he looked up to see that Catherine looking at him, with a friendly smile on her face. Adam felt fiercely embarrassed, being caught checking out a nun. It was ridiculous! She didn't seem angry that he had been gawking at her body. She seem liked she expected it.

"Uh...what's the story with these habits?" Adam asked, clearing his throat.

"I was telling Paula. At my Church, I encourage all my girls to show off the gifts God gave them." Catherine said. After looking at Catherine, he had to admit that God had been very generous to her.

"Why do you wear two different ones?" Adam asked.

"Well, I don't know if everyone is quite ready for this. Like I have said, we are a very progressive church. Showing off our bodies is one way we do that. The human body is nothing to be ashamed of. People need to know that." Catherine said.

"Fair enough," Adam shrugged. He looked to the side, as Melody had moved behind Paula. He was distracted by Melody, because she was not standing idly by. One of her fingers was tracing her chest, across her large bust. Adam was not even sure she knew she was doing it, as her expression was blank. The finger slowly brushed around her nipple, causing it to harden and display itself under her tight gown. Adam looked at her face, and it seemed like it shook her out of her revelry. She batted her eyes and smiled brightly as her hands dropped to her side. He smiled and quickly looked back to his wife. If he had kept looking, he would have noticed Melody look at the handsome young politician again, and lick her glossy lips hungrily.

"We should get going," Adam said, uncomfortably, trying to excuse himself.

"Adam, I want to talk to you here at some point, one-on-one," Catherine stated firmly but with that bright, charming smile that put people at ease around her.

"I'm really busy," Adam said, noting how Catherine's smile dropped a bit, "But I'll do my best."

"I'll get you sometime," Catherine countered playfully, her laugh infectious. Catherine grabbed Melody and led her back into the church.

Melody waved behind her, "Bye, Adam...Paula. Can't wait to see you again!" she winked.

As Catherine and Melody walked away, Adam could not help but notice their habits molded around there similarly heart shaped asses. Adam cleared his head. Why does he keep checking out this nun? That is so fucked up. She's a nun! He justified it by telling himself she was very attractive, and her habit left little to the imagination. As soon as she was gone, Adam turned to Paula.

"How'd it go?" Adam asked with a tired smile.

"It went good." Paula said. Adam kept smiling. "What?" Paula asked. Adam paused, then spoke.

"You have to admit, that habit of hers is, like, uncomfortably tight." Adam said.

"Oh my gosh, I know!" Paula said with a laugh, relieved that he was not the only one who noticed.

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Catherine watched the happy couple leave. As soon as they were out of sight, her smile dropped as she turned to Melody.

"Stupid girl! You came on too strong. I'm sure he noticed," Catherine hissed.

"I'm sorry. He's just...he's hotter than I remembered." Melody pouted in response.

"I know he's hot. We just have to be patient." Catherine said. "We just have to get under his skin." she added. And thanks to Melody, they had.

Catherine turned to Melody.

"Do you still have the camera?" she asked.

"Yes, of course." Melody said with a knowing smirk.

"I'm going to need you to take some more pictures," Catherine said.

Melody smiled sinisterly.

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Adam could not forget about what he had seen. He did not realize how voluptuous Catherine was. Her body, judging by her habit, looked amazing. And then there was Melody. Seeing her hot body brought back a lot of memories.

She never told Paula, but Melody had mercilessly pursued him in high school, even after he started to see Paula. Adam was able to brush her off. He didn't deal with sluts. And she was a true slut. But he remembered the last thing she had said to him in high school. She said that he might be turning her down now, but that someday, she would be his.

Despite the fact that she was a nun, Adam vowed to keep his distance; he did not trust her.

And then there were those pictures. Adam got home late the next night. As much as he hated to admit it, he could not get those pictures out of his head. He could not resist the temptation to peek at those pictures whenever he got the chance. God, the woman in those photos was so hot! He generally was not the type of guy to objectify a woman, but this woman was begging to be objectified. He had never been the type of guy to look at naughty pictures or porn or anything like that, but these pictures were too naughty to ignore. He had never been a breast-man, but this woman's massive hooters were making him wonder whether he was missing out on an entire realm of pleasures only a big pair of tits could provide.

Those pictures were driving him nuts. He was having trouble getting work done knowing those pictures were there, beckoning to him. And he needed to get work done, because the campaign was in trouble. He knew he should destroy the pictures, but he could not get himself to pull the trigger. So every day, for more and more time, he would take time out of his busy day and just admire this woman's perfect body.

It was harmless, Adam would tell himself. It was not like anything was going to come from it. He was a happily married man. He would never cheat. Paula was everything he ever wanted in a woman. He did not need some big-titted skank. He got everything he ever needed from his wife.

Adam had to wonder who this woman was. Who was she, and would there be more to come? What was this woman's goal? Only time would tell.

So Adam got home, and he noticed all the lights were out. Paula usually waited for him to get home, so he was caught a little off guard. Caught off guard, and disappointed. Staring at those pictures had him all worked up, and he was hoping that she would be down for a little fun.

He heard the TV was on in their bedroom, so he quietly set his stuff down and slipped into the bedroom.

"You alright?" Adam asked, worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Paula said.

In all honesty, Paula was conflicted. What Catherine had said had resonated with her. Part of her did want to be closer to the Lord, and join the convent. When she was younger, she had heavily considered being a Nun. Catherine and her girls seemed absolutely content and satisfied, fullfilled, and Paula was jealous. They claimed to have daily religious experiences. Catherine and her girls seemed like an awesome group of girls, and Paula felt honored that they would even think about letting her join. But she had committed herself to Adam and his election, and she could not abandon that, could she?

All these thoughts swirled in her head, so she was unable to relax. Adam could sense her conflict and he had an idea to cheer her up. She felt her husband slip into bed behind her and spoon up behind her. He usually slept nude, so she felt his dick press against her butt. He started to kiss her neck.

"I've been thinking about this all day," Adam whispered in her ear, rubbing his large, erect nine-inch dick against her butt. Part of her melted at his touch, but another part of her was too conflicted to fully enjoy herself. She knew she wasn't up for sex tonight. She didn't know it, but she was about to say the words that would spell doom for her marriage. She was about to say the words that were the beginning of the end for many marriages.

"Not tonight, honey." she said, covering up her pussy with hand underneath her nightgown.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Adam asked.

"I'm fine, it's just, not tonight." Paula said.

"Oh, uh, okay," Adam replied. Paula was usually up for some fun, so it was extremely unusual for her to pass it up. Adam rolled onto his back, his cock painfully erect. He was not the type of guy to jack off, so he knew he would have to go to sleep with blue balls.

Paula didn't know that she had passed up on her last chance at sex. She didn't know that she would never have a man offer sex to her again. Adam thought he could just wait till the next day to make love to his wife, but when that time came, Paula was asleep before Adam got home. His balls were swollen and full, thanks to those nasty pictures. That nasty woman had incited his balls to fill with cum, but what Adam did not know was that that same woman that had induced all of that cum to fill his balls would be the very same woman to help empty them.

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