[Sluttification]

“What in God’s name is happening here!?”

The loud and shrill voice of an older woman, draped in a concealing nun’s habit, echoed through the church as she couldn’t believe her eyes. The young sisters that she had been teaching since the day that they arrived at her doorstep, all of them abandoning their habits and trading them in for revealing clothes that ran counter to the faith they had been taught.

None of them really bothered to listen to the older nun either, each of them just enjoying the sensation of the cool air brushing against their tender flesh, gently gyrating to the tune of something. She couldn’t hear the same thing that made them dance like that, but it had to be the devil’s work! What else could it be!?

With her mind set aflame with rage, the older woman ran into another room. She recognized most of the girls that were gathered in the main hall of the church, but there were two that weren’t present. Two that she still had hope in. The youngest of them all, who had barely reached maturity just a few days prior.

“What’s the big rush, old-timer?”

The older nun flinched as she heard that awfully playful voice echo through her head, prompting her to stop and look around. She felt a presence. But it wasn’t a demonic one. Nor was it an unholy one. “Reveal yourself, Harlot! You must be the one who has poisoned my young girls!”

“Harlot? That’s a bit harsh, y’know? I’m only doing what the lord told me to doooo.”

With a puff of sparkly smoke, a tanned girl appeared in front of the older nun. A girl whose wings were comically tiny, if not outright plastered against her back, letting her tight and shiny outfit take the center stage instead. Nice, shiny, green and tight to the point where it was almost impossible not to see her tits trying to spring out from the top of her flimsy top. Combine that with a skirt that hid absolutely nothing, with her pussy lips almost visible even from this angle, and she looked like a succubus in the guise of an angel. A terrible guise too!

“The Lord would not employ somebody like you!” The older nun said, her rage boiling over. “You’re one of the Devil’s harlots, you have to be! What did you do to my girls?! What! Did! You! Do!”

The tanned angel covered her ears and trembled as that powerful and angry voice reverberated around her. “Sheeesh. You know, the lord told me, ‘Reward Sister Miranda for her service’, but you really don’t act like you deserve a reward.” She said so callously. Like all of this was just routine to her, if not just another day at the proverbial office.

Sister Miranda narrowed her eyes, as she slowly but surely calmed down. Her anger at the angel was justified, but it seemed like she was speaking some amount of truth. Otherwise she wouldn’t be acting like this. A succubus would at least try to be subtle. “What did you do to my girls, Agent of the Lord?”

“Quit that silly Agent stuff. Name’s Seline. Selaphiel if you wanna be all formal n’ stuff, but Seline’s totally a cuter name. Really brings out my good side, you know?” The Angel gave the worst introduction the Sister had ever heard, before stretching a little and letting her assets bounce as a result. “So, you wanna know what I did to reward you, like the Lord told me to do?”

“Please. Before you make me pop a blood vessel and leave my girls without my guidance.” Sister Miranda said. Her words were so dry that they were threatening to make her dry up with them, all while she maintained a layer of barely disguised hatred for the tanned angel in front of her.

Seline giggled and winked, as she casually started to gyrate her hips back and forth while tapping her lips with her finger. “So, like, all of your girls have been wanting to cut loose for the longest time. Not because you’ve been a bad teacher and guardian or anything, they just want a taste. So I decided, like, wouldn’t it be good to give you that taste? And like, make sure you’ll never want it ever again cuz you’ve had your fill?” She chimed, before giggling a little. “Might’ve gone a bit overboard. The beats inside their heads are still playing after I left them alone…”

“You… You what?!” Sister Miranda shouted, and in that moment, she couldn’t take it any longer. If what the angel said was true, then… She had two girls to check up on, before anything worse could happen!

Seline let out a slight yelp as she was shoved aside, the older woman heading straight for the two bedrooms behind her. “Sheesh, I told her what she wanted to hear, and this is how she treats me? Like, is that the kind of people the Lord likes..? Maybe his taste’s all wack…”

“Valerie! Jean! You mustn’t listen to this angel’s words!” Miranda shouted as she burst into the room at the end of the hall. The two sisters that she had protected since they were abandoned at the steps of her church, they shouldn’t fall to the same sort of temptation…

Unfortunately, the sight she was greeted by was one that made despair swell up within her heart. And it started when she looked at the two girls’ outfits, the same sort that decorated the angel’s body.

Valerie, the older sister, had always been a hesitant girl. Thanks to how Miranda had been sheltering her, she was never too careful. She always asked for questions and wanted to make sure that she understood everything. And the older woman was always patient with her, answering everything the best she could. Even if the questions were debatably too much. Even if she didn’t know the answer.

“Sista Miranda, what’s the matter?” And yet here she was. Tanned even deeper than the angel that poured her beat into her mind. Wearing an outfit that was arguably worse, because the tube top that let her breasts bounce freely was only complemented with a thong. How could she have fallen this hard..?

Jean, the younger sister, had always been such a bright-minded girl. She took everything to heart, and did her best to show her talents. She had been the one to compose a lot of the recent hymns that they dedicated to the Lord. She sang, she played the piano, she did anything that had been asked of her.

“Probably want to ruin our fun or something. That old-timer never really let us breathe.” But just like her sister, she had been ruined. Her hair, formerly long and blonde as it reached all the way down to her feet, was now tied into one long braid that was snugly woven in between her breasts and her buttocks, while her holes and her most intimate features were barely covered by a set of stickers. Complete that with her hair having been dyed that trashy yet shiny green, and it was almost impossible to recognize her, especially with how rough her voice sounded.

Sister Miranda looked at the two girls that she had raised. And how trashy they had become, as they idly swayed their hips from side to side. Side to side. Side to side…

She blinked rapidly as the tears of frustration disappeared from her eyes. She couldn’t stop looking at the rhythmic way that they moved their hips. Bouncing right and left, left and right...

“Like what you see, Old-timer?” Seline said as she crept up behind the older woman, giggling as she made her turn her head towards her. Only to make her stare right towards her breasts, which were bouncing right and left like a pendulum to the exact same beat as the younger girls.

Miranda was speechless, as she slowly but surely started nodding. What was… What was happening to her? Why wasn’t she angry..? Why didn’t she find all of this so awful..? She couldn’t explain, all she could do was watch.

Seline giggled as the older woman just kept watching her. Just like all the other girls that she had helped. Maybe it was time to reward her just like the others. “You know, there’s a way you can stay by their side. And you won’t even have to worry about the way they’re acting. You just have to do the same stuff they’re doing.”

“H-How… How can I..?” The older nun muttered as she looked at the tanned angel. Partly to try and solve the confusion inside her heart, and at the same time reconnect with the girls that she loved so much. She… She really needed to stay by their side. Even when they had been ruined in such a terrible way.

The tanned angel kept giggling, as she lowered herself ever slightly and put her hands on that silly older nun’s cheeks. Now that she wasn’t acting all angry, it was a lot easier to deal with her. “Just let the beat reach your mind. You just need to shake all that icky stuff you’ve been worrying about off, and the rest comes naturally.”

Miranda slowly but surely nodded. And not a moment later, the beat made its way into her mind. A subtle beat that made her body bounce as she listened to it.

Even though her body had gone through the years, it still listened to the beat and bounced along. Even though you couldn’t see the curves underneath her habit, nor how they had started to sag ever slightly from the years that had gone by, she bounced along. Left and right, left and right…

With every bounce, it felt like… She was bouncing on clouds. Like she was being lifted out of the depths of her despair, being carried off towards heaven. When really, it was just how her brain was processing the beat inside her head.

In reality, the more she shook along to the beat, the more her body was adjusting to the sound. The imperfections of age were being filled out, and her body was regaining plenty of its youth. The breath of fresh air that she no doubt had been needing ever since she started taking care of so many young girls was flowing through her body.

As soon as the habit started to feel too snug around her body, the angel that had blessed her with the beat gave her another blessing. It compressed the outfit around her body, turning it into something a little more modest than what the young girls had been wearing. A top that struggled to contain her tits with ‘4 GOD’ printed on it, and a pair of short shorts that couldn’t really fit over her newly rejuvenated buttocks with the exact same text.

Miranda let out a moan as she had completely fallen to the power of the beat. Even her skin was taking on that very same alluring tan as all the younger girls had, though it deepened even more to make her stand out the most. She was both the most modest of all the girls that had a taste of pleasure, and the lewest considering her deep tan would bring all the eyes on her.

Seline giggled as she rubbed her hands together. “You know what to do now, don’t you, Mira?” She chimed, digging her fingers into the rejuvenated slut’s ass as it kept clapping while swaying back and forth. “You gotta share this beat with everyone. Give them a taste so they don’t sin. Y’know?”

‘Mira’ nodded as she moaned. She knew exactly how to share this beat with everyone. And it would all start with the new plan she had in mind for the church. Something a bit more upbeat, where the devotees could show their devotion through playing with all the ‘sisters’...

It wouldn’t take long before the church would be replaced. And soon, a new nightclub, with all of the horny Sisters, would take its place. And just like they had been given a breath of fresh air, so would the concept of a Sermon…

Especially with Mira taking center stage, showing off the goods alongside all the other Sisters. All so they could keep showering the Lord in their devotion, just with a new spin on it.

All thanks to that helpful angel that gave them the beat that kept bouncing through the club...