Minor Blessings

Getting back into the swing of posting, here's a short story I did for a friend, featuring just a couple of acolytes of my entirely underutilized diaper goddess' weird pamper religion.
Just a silly little thing, same as my usual fair, please enjoy~
(Art done by Sluggabug on picarto.tv)

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(GODDESS ^)

(LUCILLE^)

“...how long do I sit here…”

“Until the time is right, child.”

“...but like is there a timeframe on this thing, orrrr…”

“You’ll know when the goddess has reached out to you, I promise.”

…

“...so what do you do for fun around he-”

The sound of heels stomping against stone floor echoed through an otherwise empty chamber as the nun stood up from the pew.
With the same unfaltering smile and those big, soul-piercing eyes, she turned to the younger acolyte; just barely a full-fledged woman with nowhere else to turn.

A single pale hand ran over the junior’s shoulders, resting on the far end as the larger of the two leaned down to whisper in the other’s ear.

“When the trumpets herald and the air is thick,

Know that thy goddess will be there, lickety-split!

Those are but a few of the sacred words documented straight from our benevolent goddess’ mouth.
You’d do well to take them to heart…”

“But Lucy-”

“Ahem…”

“...Sister Lucille…

I just...I need to know now, you know?
It’s been a rough first week here in the nunnery between the lack of socialization and the imminent...c-chastity…”
The blonde youth before Lucille murmurs, peering down at the thick white garment so tightly adorning her senior’s hips.

“Sometimes it’s just hard not to wonder if I should go back to my days as a mere prostitute. At least something happened on those streets…”

Hearing those words saddened the good Sister, but did not shock her.
Many a-time had younger generations beneath her confide to such thoughts and feelings, yearning for their previous ways and growing tired of the devout life! But it was at these times that Sister Lucille found more strength than ever to show such lost souls the way…

A mighty strength bubbled up within her indeed...particularly right in her lower midsection.

“Anne, my sweet powder-bottomed babe…”
Lucille comforts the girl, now bending her knees fully to squat beside her younger compatriot.

As she does so, her wide-framed hips deliberately begin to stick out, giving the softest bounce and jiggle to the milky flesh just barely concealed by her holy garments.

A soft rumbling stirs in her bare stomach as she smiles warmly at Anne…
“Times like this can be tough, I know...but you must stay strong. For both the goddess and I!
So...just look at me…”

“U-Uh, what’re you…”
Anne began to protest, but did not resist Lucille’s hands stroking either of her cheeks, forcing the girl to meet that unsettling gaze.

The air between them was still for seconds before something began to waft between their nearly touching noses…

“...did you just fart?”

“Hark, for the trumpets...g-grrrgh…

PrrrrRRRLPT!

H-Herald the coming of yet another blessing!”

Squatting before the younger gal, Lucille began to focus on the building pressure at her gut. Slowly did it sink within her bowels, forcing out the fetid winds of the holy hole.
Anne...of course, tried to move back. But with every scoot back onto the pews, Lucille would waddle forth with another toot, never once averting her eyes.
This poor little lamb wouldn’t be lost yet one more day without it’s fluffy, thick, and oh-so warm...wool.

“Raise thy nose and breathe in the air, thick as may be!
Embrace the warmth upon thy backside, and indulge in the sweet nectar-dripping euphoria building at the loins.
For only when you accept the filth of humanity in all its glory will you...t-truly become...en...ligh...teeeeennnnngh!!!!”

And through gritted teeth, flushed cheeks, and unyielding stares, Lucille strained to channel the goddess’ torrential love!

The vast alabastrine canvas that was her fat fuckin’ diapered ass began to curve and sag, staining a deep brown that signified the truth of the world.

Every sssSPLRPT! and BRRLTCH! spewing from her seat served as a loud and proud declaration of love from the very mistress of mess herself.

Warm and soft as a mother’s bosom, yet malleable as the earth’s soil after a fresh rainfall, Lucille’s booming blessing flooded her seat with a spreading squelch that thoroughly ruined the purity of her padding.
...with Anne sitting there in total disgust all the meanwhile, NEVER BREAKING EYE CONTACT.

“Goddamn Lucy!!!
W-What did you eat!?”
She reached to pinch her nose, trying to find some sort of relief from the mighty stench surrounding the two.
But Lucille’s hand just as swiftly grabbed the girl’s wrist as her body now crawled up onto the pew with Anne underneath.

“Don’t resist, my dear Anne...let her love flow through your body as well, accept her loving embrace...k-kiss me…”
The nun lustfully stammered out as her seat finished bloating outwards with a sticky, sputtering squelch.
Diaper sagging HEAVILY between her thighs, Lucille leaned further into a struggling Anne before pressing her soft pink lips against those whorish red ones the junior boasted.

Scantily clad breasts rubbed up against one another, hands began to run across bare flesh sensually, and the filth-laden pampers rubbed up firmly against Anne’s merely pantyclad privates…

“T-This...this can’t be part of the teachings...can it!?
I-It feels...too...g-good…”
Anne moaned in between kisses, feeling her resistance quickly drain from her body upon being touched again at long last!
Even Lucille’s shitty, steamy huggies felt like heaven pressing up against her pussy after a week of straight abstinence.

The smell hardly mattered by this point, she felt so...amazing!!!
Was this the blessing of the goddess she’d heard so much about!?

“Hold yourself yet, my dear...this blessing is meant to be shared in its entirety.
Allow me to just…”
Lucille says breathlessly, breaking their kiss to slowly, almost regrettably slide down to the girl’s hips.
Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of the black, damp thong Anne wore, she yanked the flimsy underwear from her person and began to undo the tapes of her own superior padding…

“W-Wait...you can’t mean…”

“The goddess’ influence is not true until you accept it wholly.
Just close your eyes...bite those lips...and when you feel the warm, soft mud of the mother squish up nice and close against your person, go absolutely insane~❤”

And with this, the final tab was undone, revealing a (surprisingly) perfectly clean pelvis and ass, with the ruined diaper now being slid underneath the young acolyte’s own pert little tush.

One tape after another found themselves refastening around a smaller frame, all before being tugged up SHARPLY on the girl.
And oh did she follow the holy scripture’s instructions…

Grinding and bucking, moaning and groaning, Anne clawed at her newly obtained religion like a wild animal hungering for its dinner!

Her body unleashed its own torrential love all throughout the diaper, utterly DESTROYING it in the process!
Streams of golden fluids stained the pew seats, thunderous explosions went off as the already packed seat strained to it’s very limits, the tapes began to pop off occasionally as thy struggled to hold the weight of TWO mighty dumps!
But at the end of it all…

“Ha...h-hah...my goddess, I...I…”

“You need not speak, my dear little lamb.
For the holy mother sees, hears, smells, and feels us all no matter where we are...all thanks to her blessings…”
Lucille smiles warmly, shushing the girl with one finger as her free hand cups a handful of the soggy, sodden, soiled, STANK seat of Anne’s new diaper, rubbing in tantalizing motions.
All with those big wide eyes never once leaving Anne’s body out of sight, and the immaculate statue depicting the goddess’ form looking down upon them both...