Big Society: The Nun’s Guns

Written & edited by Amnoartist

Chapter 1: Faith’s Strength

 
“We don’t typically have holy sisters here, let alone those of your…stature.”
 
Sister Teresa adjusted her skirt in a delicate manner, sat rigidly on a wooden chair that vainly withstood her bulk, shoes pressed firmly to the ages-old porcelain floor. The chair cracked a bit at the frame when the brunette dared to shift her weight. She looked at the priest kindly and understood why he was so guarding of the prospect in allowing her to take the position offered. Saint Luke’s was a male-only school for boys that took devout Christian values like celibacy seriously. The rod was still being used as punishment as the school had never grown out of its traditionalist ways. Worryingly, the presence of the young, presumably barely legal Sister Teresa could very well rock the celibate innocence of the boys – not to mention the priest.
 
“I completely understand, Father.”
 
In light of the situation, Father Anthony opted to remain considerate. As the school was relatively secluded, situated in the deep countryside, this was his first instance of contact with a female in God knows how long. He’d heard the news of the female sex having undergone some kind of drastic transformation months earlier, but took it as mere hearsay - Until now, where he sat ahead of a woman with an excess weight of four hundred pounds – at least. He didn’t want Sister Teresa to think her being more muscular than normal – until recently at least - was one of the reasons for not getting the job, as he wasn’t sexist. The school, for all its traditional values, seemed to be, though.
 
“Do you have your credentials?”
 
Sister Teresa pulled a small folder out of her bag – at least, it was to her – and handed it to the priest. She was hopeful in that he being willing to look at her past charges was a sign she just might get the job. The last three placements didn’t turn out so fortunate for her.
 
A pair of thin glasses over his ageing eyes, Father Anthony skimmed his way through the folder's contents until he came across an extensive listing of the sister’s previous jobs. “Interesting. It says before becoming a sister of the order, you were once a school teacher.” It went without saying that could prove useful for the school’s betterment. Perhaps then, he thought, Sister Teresa could be more beneficial than presumed. She didn’t appear to be overbearing – and hopefully wasn’t – but the vast, frightening shadow from her that engulfed the priest was convincing enough that traditional punishment might not be needed, even on the more volatile students. Her mere presence was enough. “That’s promising.”
 
“I hope my special-case predicament won’t be much of an issue for the boys.” Sister Teresa was aware each time her growth spurts occurred; she became more…appealing to the eye. That, and her own carnal urges soared in tandem. Even so, she relied purely on faith to keep the desires in her loins in check. She watched Father Anthony offer a small assuring nod. Of course, there was the possibility that the issue could come from him. “I am aware men become more…‘provoked’ as we women grow,” she added.
 
“I can assure you that won’t be an issue.” Father Anthony offered the folder back to the gargantuan sister, whose triceps and forearm flared under her outfit as she grabbed it. As typically nun-like as it was, her ensemble was clearly struggling to keep itself intact. That was to say, it vainly attempted to keep Sister Teresa modest; her large breasts were sheltered underneath the traditional black tunic that ever so slightly got tighter and tighter. Eventually, modesty would be cast to the wind and Father Anthony’s celibacy could very well be tested.
 
Everything seemed adequate enough for him to accept Sister Teresa into the school, much to her joy. She had hoped and prayed for this moment, as such, it was clear her wishes were heard by the Lord.
 
“Would you like to meet your class?” Father Anthony questioned.
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The boys knew they were getting a new teacher for the new school year, and honestly expected it to be some old codger, not the bulging powerhouse Sister Teresa who stood by the blackboard with Father Anthony. Their respective ages and widths were contrasted. She was probably no older than twenty compared to his late fifties, alongside her barn door wide lats and his rail thin excuse of a back. Her tights were evidently starting to pull and shred, and expose titillating striated quad meat.
 
“Boys, this is Sister Teresa. She’ll be your new teacher from now on.” Father Anthony surveyed the collectively awed expressions from the youngsters. Their own mothers, sisters, aunts, cousins and grandmothers were all muscular like their new tutor, but there was something about her muscles being hidden behind clothes often associated with religion that made them all somewhat giddy. “I expect you will respect her with the utmost courtesy.”
 
The boys remained silent as ever, one half of the lot itching at the bit to get a hand round their new teacher’s mountainous bicep that was close to bursting through her tunic, the other trying to hold in their pent-up load.
 
After being introduced by her colleague, Sister Teresa stepped out further, so as to allow her students to see more of her, as it became clear they were definite fans. She heaved the gentlest of breaths and yet her large, sensual bosom still heaved forward, pulling the fabric of her tunic tighter. One leg gracefully pulled out to the side, she teased the assemblage of lads with a brisk calf flex that provoked her tights to pull. Father Anthony couldn’t see it and probably wouldn’t let such a travesty occur. This was a Christian school after all – one that stuck to its values like glue.
 
“Thank you, Father. I’ll handle it from here.”
 
Sister Teresa offered the fifty-something year-old priest an innocent toothy grin that showcased her dimples and the individually thick flaring chunks of she-meat that comprised her neck.
 
When the priest left, she turned back to the class with a knowing grin.
 
“Okay, who wants to guess how big my arms are?”
 
Predictably, and quick as a flash, all the boys raised an arm eagerly.