Church Academy: Chapter One

Hello everyone,

Here's a new standalone story I wrote for a supporter last month. 

I am really excited about this one. 

It's all about expansion and bimbofication, but done from the point of view of a woman who gets hired to work in a church. I hope you will like it. 

Tomorrow, I will have a new 'Harvesting The Witch Queen' chapter ready for you. 

Church Academy 

An Original Story

By

Camille Juteau

When Was The Last Time You Prayed?

Chapter One

Monday morning.

This makes no sense. Why do I need to do something like this for the job? The big boss over there said something about it purifying my body or some shit like that, Jessica Nan Groves, a young woman with emerald green eyes and wavy dirty blonde hair, thought to herself while sitting on the edge of the side of the bathtub. It was still dark outside. Barely dawn. She had to wake up quite early in the morning for work.

Even though she could barely see herself in the bathroom since it was so dark, she was applying some kind of lotion to her body: A cream. Her right foot was resting on a stool and her slender leg was seductively and erotically curved in the air as she applied said cream all over it. The cream was light beige with a dash of salmon pink in there. She didn’t know what this stuff was made of, but she had to apply some of it all over both of her legs. But it wasn’t all. Her legs were only the very beginning. The only thing Jessica was wearing during this early, way too early morning was a thin, pink towel. A towel that she would have to take off in due time. Especially if she hoped to do as it was asked of her and to apply the mysterious cream on the other demanded region of her beautiful body.

Well, I guess that does it for my legs. Let’s do the rest now and let’s head off, she thought right before finally standing up in the bathroom. She stared at her own reflection in the mirror as she made the thin towel slid down off of her body. She took it off, and she stood completely naked at the centre of the room. Observed herself some more. Saw herself naked. Jessica was a gorgeous woman. She was skinny. She was fit. She was in good shape. She had a glorious smile. She had everything going on for her physically and in terms of beauty, except that Jessica always hoped to one day become a woman with slightly bigger shapes. She had slender legs. She hoped to be having thicker ones. She had a nice butt, but much too small and uninteresting according to her. She had breasts. Nice-looking breasts with thick nipples and large peach-coloured areolae. But in all reality, she was almost completely flat.

She sighed. Alone.

“Come on. Why can’t I grow something a little bigger?” she asked herself. Quietly. Whispering. Then, Jessica proceeded to apply some more of the mysterious cream to her body. This time, all over her butt and then her flat chest. Everywhere on her breasts.

Then, the last spot she was instructed to cover with the cream: Her lips. That was the weirdest spot of all, she had to cover, according to her. She applied plenty of creams all over her lips. Replacing lipstick for the day. Too bad! No lipstick!

Finally, that part was done. She could finally dress up and leave for work. Her new job. When she left the bathroom, Jessica was now wearing a serious outfit. Something for work. Something that meant business without being too fancy. It was elegant. It was sexy. She came, walking out of the bathroom with a nice dark yellow dress. There was a brown belt above her waists. She had stockings and a pair of sexy high-heeled shoes. Black high-heels. She looked like she was heading to work in an office.

An important office.

She rushed herself into the kitchen. Picked her bag from the table. Quickly opened the fridge: There was nothing inside of it. It was completely empty save for a protein shake in a bottle. She grabbed it. Harshly shut the door of the fridge. Shoved the bottle into her bag. Grabbed her keys from the counter and left outside. Slamming the front door. Not bothering to lock it.

Once outside, Jessica was walking in a field.

She came out of a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

There was nothing around or near the house she came from. No skyscrapers. No buildings. No other houses. No stores. Nothing.

She hopped into her vehicle, a train wreck of a decaying car.

Tried starting it for two minutes straight in desperation until it finally worked. Then, she was off. She hit the road.

***

About twenty minutes later, Jessica finally made it to her workplace. Her new workplace. But it wasn’t a place where skyscrapers could be found, or even any tall to medium-height buildings for that matter.

The place was a church.

She erotically came out of her taco of a car, showing a lot of legs. She closed the door of her vehicle and looked at the church.

“What am I doing with my life?” she asked herself.

“Came to work early, I see?” a masculine voice surprised her. Sneaking up behind her. She quickly spun around: It was her new boss, the reverend.

“Oh, Jesus, you scared me.”

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to do that at all. So, did you use the lotion as we spoke?”

“I did.”

“Great. You didn’t have any trouble with it?”

“No. I used the entire bottle.”

“You did what?”

“Yeah.”

“You were supposed to be using just a quarter of it. Not even that,” he told her.

“Well, I’m sorry, I thought you said the entire thing yesterday during the meeting.”

“Alright. It’s going to be okay. Please follow me inside.”

“Okay,” she frowned. Still followed him inside the church.

***

“I got to be honest with you, reverend, I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

“What do you mean?”

“Yes, I was forced to come to live here for the time being, in this small town in the middle of nowhere. Yes, I desperately need a job. But this is just weird.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Back in the city, I worked in an office. An important and respected office. Why would you need an office worker such as me in your church, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“There is a lot of work to be done here.”

“That doesn’t answer my question. Like at all.”

“...” he didn’t say anything just yet.

“Come on. You are not going to make me work as your new nun or something?”

“Did you bring your work uniform?” he asked her, ignoring the question she just asked him.

“What? Why? What do you mean? I’m wearing it.”

He suddenly stopped. Turned around. Stared at her. Took a more detailed look at her.

“I mean, the true work uniform.”

“Seriously? I thought you were joking about that.”

“Why would I be joking?” he asked her.

“Why would someone working at a church ever need a bikini set?” she questioned him. Bringing up a very good point.

“You’ll see. In time, you’ll,” the reverend nodded to her.

“Whatever. Well, I guess I’ll never see it because I don’t have one. I am not going to be working in a church with a bikini on.”

“So, you are not joking as well? You didn’t bring one?”

“Why would I be joking about this?” she smirked at him. Reflecting and shooting to him the same question he asked her earlier.

“I see...” the reverend as he finally gave up on her for now and turned his back to her. He slowly began walking in the direction of the altar of the church. Slowly leaving her. Not saying anything else to her. Then, at this moment, Jessica began feeling bad about this. She looked down at the floor of the church. Closed her eyes. Feeling like she had fucked up. Again. She couldn’t believe that she was failing this badly wherever she went to. It was like a vicious cycle.

“Hold on! Did I just lose the job? I can’t believe it. I honestly thought it was a joke you said yesterday about this bikini thing. And even if I knew all along that it wasn’t a joke, I wouldn’t have been able to bring one. I just moved here, as you already know, and I wasn’t able to bring all my clothes here. I don’t have a bikini. I really don’t.”

“It’s going to be okay. I might have something for you.”

“So, I didn’t lose the job?” she paused and asked him.

“...” the reverend didn’t say anything else at this time.

“Reverend. I really need this job. I don’t have anything. I don’t have any money. Please give me one more chance,” she said.

“I never said you didn’t get the job,” he stopped and turned around. “I said I might have something for you here,” he repeated.

“Really? So, I still have the job? Whatever this job truly is.”

“Yes. That’s right, my dear,” he reassured her as he walked.

“Thank you! So, what do you need me to do again? You never went into too many details about it yesterday,” she asked him.

“Jessica,” the reverend stopped walking one more time.

“Yes, Reverend?” she politely asked him, very confused.

“Please tell me, when was the last time you prayed?”

“The last time I prayed?” she asked him, even more confused.

“Yes.”

“To be honest with you, I don’t even remember.”

“There is no shame in admitting this. Thank you for being honest with me. Thank you for being honest with God. Thank you for confessing. Even if it wasn’t officially in the confessional.”

“Right,” she chucked, finding this deeply funny to hear.

“If you don’t mind, while I am in the back, looking for something to replace the bikini you couldn’t bring, please pray in my momentary absence,” he kindly asked him to do.

“Um, okay. Where am I supposed to be doing that?”

“Anywhere. Please take a seat. I’ll be back before you know it,” the reverend warmly said to her right before slowly turning back again and leaving her alone for good. She only had enough time to looked at the wooden benches surrounding her and looking back at him, and he was already gone.

“Hold on. How does someone pray again?”

Too late.

She couldn’t find him.

“Reverend?”

Jessica ultimately decided to accept his offer to pray and took a seat on one of the benches as it was instructed to him. She sat down. Close her eyes. Cleared her throat.

“Alright. Let’s do this.”

She placed her hands together. Intertwined her fingers.

“Let’s do this, so I don’t become homeless,” she murmured to herself as she finally began praying.

I need this job so bad. No matter how mysterious and weird it might be. It can’t be that bad. It’s just a church. This bikini shit must be some kind of marketing ploy to attract more people to church or something else. I don’t care. I’ll work for him alright, but won’t wear a bikini in front of everybody every Sunday. Also, God, I’d love to have a bigger ass and larger tits. Why not? Come on, dude. Do this for me! Please. God. Help me. Help me make it and put my life back together. Please, God, her prayer wasn’t the most elaborated or polite to God, but it was sincere nonetheless.

However, what was the most elaborated and special wasn’t her prayer, it was what happened to her during the prayer. As she continued praying with her eyes wide shut, her body suddenly and slowly began changing. As she was sitting on the wooden bench, her legs gradually became bigger. Thicker. She hadn’t noticed it. Her hips turned wider. Her ass became more pronounced and bigger. Exactly as she dreamt of it this morning and long before that. Her waist changed as well. Causing her to look slimmer. Slowly, but surely giving her this impossible and unrealistic stick figure and hourglass shape.

The next thing that changed with her body was her chest.

Her breasts.

They grew much larger without her noticing it.

Then, the final part of her that saw a transformation was in her face: It was her lips. They were augmented in terms of size. Turned thicker and plumper.

So much so that they nearly touched her nose. Almost.

Not too long after her physical transformation had ended, she opened her eyes ago.

She pulled her hands away from one another.

The prayer had ended.

“Stupid prayer. It doesn’t do anything to talk to God,” she said out loud. Alone.