Anon finds himself in the courtyard of an old church, somewhere in the southern United States. Amongst the vibrant colors of various flowers, and the lush green of the grass and fruit trees, he sees a tall, shapely silhouette bending over a planter; humming gently to herself as she pats down the soil. A wide brim sun hat covers the back of her neck. Adorning her body is a pastel lime shirt and sun bleached overalls, along with two chunky olive boots draped up to her calves, bespeckled in a light layer of dirt. She removes her hat for a moment to wipe the sweat from her brow, just before catching a glimpse of her now present company. “Yes, child?” she asks with her deep, southern belle drawl. “Hi Sister Abiline!” Anon waves. The lamb chuckles warmly at Anon's greeting. “Ah, Anon! It's so good to see you! I hope your day has been going well.” She sets down her trowel and walks over to give Anon a tight hug. “I missed our talks together earlier today while I was busy in the garden. How have you been holding up since then? Anything weighing on your mind that I can help alleviate for you?" She gently caresses your hands and gives a caring smile. Anon looks down for a moment at the nun’s hands. “I-I've been having weird thoughts lately, Abby.” Abby's hands slip away. Her eyes widen and her smile becomes an agape frown. She turns her head, pretending to look at the garden. “O-Oh my. Well, I’d try not to worry too much, child. Even the most pious can find themselves pondering about things they wouldn't normally think about.” “Even you?” Anon asks quizzically. Abby clears her throat and stammers for a moment, fidgeting slowly with her rosary as she removes it from her pocket. "W-Well sometimes when I'm working in the garden or cleaning the pews, my mind tends to wander... And sometimes, it wanders down paths that aren't quite as righteous as they should be.” She looks down for a moment, before springing back up. "But, I always make sure to repent afterwards and ask for forgiveness from the Lord!" She looks longingly back at the garden. "Usually." She muttered quietly to herself, just out of earshot of Anon. Anon scratches his head. “Yeah, but my thoughts are well...*weird* weird. Beyond the unrighteous.” Abby frowns and leans in closer, trying to gauge if Anon is in danger of harming themselves. "What kind of thoughts are you having? Are they violent or self-destructive?" Her voice takes on a more serious tone as she tries to determine if there is any immediate risk. "If they are, I need to know so that I can take appropriate action." She puts a comforting hand on Anon's shoulder reassuringly "Please be honest with me. I want to help you however I can." Anon waves his hands frantically in denial. “N-No it’s none of that! I’m perfectly fine in that department. It’s just that I-I've been having thoughts about…” He pauses for a moment, gripping tightly at his pant legs. "Lust." Abby recoils. Her hand, once on Anon’s shoulder, now reflexively covered her gasping mouth and flushed cheeks. "L-Lust!?" She asks incredulously, her eyes now much wider than before. Stumbling back a few steps, she sits down for a moment on the edge of the planter to regain her composure. "Those thoughts are definitely... *weird*." She hesitates for a moment, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. "But perhaps,” She slowly stands up, hands planted firmly on her hips. “I can help you repent." “Repent?” Anon asks, flabbergasted. “B-But I haven't sinned!” Abby shakes her head, clicking her tongue. "Tsk. Tsk. My child, NOBODY, is free from sin. Perhaps these thoughts, when isolated, are harmless,” Her eyelids lower as she stares intently at Anon with a furrowed brow. “But God only knows what havoc they wrought inside your head with the rest of your thoughts.” She idly scrunches her toes, hidden away inside of her boot. “Especially in ways which you wouldn’t admit." She raises an eyebrow. “Or so I assume. Hm?” Anon twiddles his thumbs, defeated. “Well, maybe I have sinned then. But how exactly would you help me repent?” Abby smiles devilishly at Anon's admission; now standing up much straighter and crossing her arms under her ample bosom. Her 6’4” stature looming over Anon by at least a head. "Why don't we start with some old fashioned penance then, shall we?" She chuckles lightly under her breath as she lowers her voice. "But let's just say that my methods of atonement tend to involve a lot more... practical worship than traditional penance. Do you think you could handle that, Anon?" Anon stares blankly trying to process. “What do you mean by practical?” Abby smirks. "I mean that instead of simply praying or doing Hail Mary's, you'll be doing some physical worship. Think of it as you giving Christ your body as he has given you his." She chuckles before her voice begins to lower, sternly, with seductive undertones "And I won't just take anything from you either. I demand complete and absolute devotion. It’ll be hard work and a lot of sweat." “So... you want me to work in your garden?” Anon asks, confused as to Abby’s vague answer. Abby giggles at Anon’s response, shaking her head playfully. "My dear, dear Anon. No, you'll be tending something different." She prods her finger into Anon's chest "Something bigger than that." “So... you want me to tend to the animals?” Anon asks, his voice pitched upwards in uncertainty. Abby snorts in laughter at this response, shaking her head before taking a deep breath. "Sure, we’ll have a nice strong boy like yourself taking care of all those adorable little animals today." She leans in close, her voice dropping to a whisper "Though, let's be realistic here. Some of those animals aren't quite so little." She winks at Anon, her finger still firmly pressed against his chest. "You're going to be taking care of something that's big and strong too, Anon. Something that needs a lot of attention." Anon nervously looks down at the finger still poking him. “H-heh.. Yeah.. Animals can be pretty needy, especially the bigger ones.” Abby nods her head in agreement, her voice now a conspiratorial whisper. "Exactly, Anon. Those big animals can get really needy. And when they need something, they *really* need it." She finally moves her finger off Anon’s chest to boop his nose instead. "And you'll be just the right size to fulfill those needs!" She smirks mischievously, beckoning Anon with her hand. "Come now, I'll take you to the barn shed to get you situated.” She takes a few steps before stopping. “And while I have other church duties to attend to after I get you started, don’t think for a second I won’t be keeping an eye on you." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Many hours of toiling later, the sun is nearly set over the old abbey. The gentle hum of crickets fill the air as the once golden light fades from behind the richly stained glass. The other church staff have all but left, and Anon and Abiline rest alone on the pews. Both are somewhat sweaty after a long day, underneath their change of clothes: Abby with her purple habit and Anon with a standard t-shirt and jeans, as provided by the church. “Well,” Anon groans, breaking the silence as he rises. “I guess I can say I finished my penance, right? I think I'm gonna head home for the night.” Abby watches Anon carefully, her eyes lingering on his body as he stands up from the pew. She bites her bottom lip, conflicted, before getting up herself. "Alright, Anon. You've done a good job today. Go on and head home." She pats him on the back reassuringly, though, while her face smiles, her eyes stare longingly. "Sleep well, Anon. Be sure to remember your dreams tonight." As Anon walks closer to the door, Abby's heart begins to race- a tidal wave of emotions cloud her judgment. "Wait," she calls out suddenly, the outburst reverberating through the church. Anon turns his head. "Could you... come back for a sec?" Anon sighs and slowly turns around to walk back to the pews. "Yes, Sister Abby?" Abby slowly walks to the altar and beckons for Anon to come closer, her voice soft and almost trembling with anticipation. "Y-You're... not actually done with penance." Her hands clasp together tightly, as her heart continues to throb with Anon’s approach. “Really?” Anon asks, flabbergasted. “After all that?” Abby nods her head apologetically, her eyes darting around nervously as she speaks "You see... There's one last thing I need you to do for me." She swallows thickly, her voice barely above a whisper "It's... um... it's important." She clears her throat, trying to regain control of herself and the situation. “Are you okay, Sister?” Anon asks, concerned. “Is there something wrong?” "I’m fine, Anon. It’s just that… could you please kneel down in front of me for a moment?" She asks, gesturing below her. "It’s very important that you do this for me, Anon. Please, have some faith.” Anon sighs wearily, but nods in acceptance, grunting as he kneels. "Alright, alright. If you say so, Sister." Abby takes a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment to focus on calming her nerves. Upon reopening them, she locks eyes with Anon's as if looking deep into his soul. Determined, she takes a step forward, reaching out to gently stroke Anon’s cheek. "You're coming home with me," she demands. Her voice barely rises above a whisper, but still somehow stands firm with authority. "We have much to do regarding your repentance" As she speaks, the nun slowly begins to unbutton the top of her habit, gradually revealing her ample breasts to a kneeling Anon. "S-Sister Abiline! Please cover yourself!" Anon recoils from the scandalous sight, abruptly shutting his eyes and turning his head. Outside, the church bells rang thunderously. A once gentle breeze now howled a violent roar, whipping and ruffling against the tall grass meadows. The ground seemed to shake as multiple tree branches slammed against the stained glass of the church walls. Holy water rippled from the aspersoriums as the wooden pews creaked and moaned before the final church bell rang with an explosive BONG. There was a deafening silence for a moment, until the quiet hum of crickets slowly returned. Upon opening his eyes, Anon’s sight was no longer met by the nun’s breasts. What he saw instead, though, disoriented him no less; Looking down from the altar, a much larger church surrounded him than the one he’d stepped foot in earlier. The floor seemed to go on for miles and the ceiling seemingly dozens of stories high. The frescoes and mosaics warped with perspective as a naked Anon surveyed the not-quite familiar landscape. Abby snickers, echoing throughout the empty church. Anon turns around, startled, to see two colossal pillars looming above, draped in purple and tightly clad with nylon. "The wicked flee though no one pursueth, but the righteous are as bold as a lion" Anon panics and tries to run, the adrenaline overpowering his weariness. The nun’s flats boom against the stone floor with each step. The rustling of fabric and faint smell of perfume, getting closer and closer, until the resulting vibration is enough to trip the shrunken anon, now out of breath. Abby slowly bends over and reaches down, her giant hand enclosing around him. "Time to go, Anon." Anon tries struggling against her massive hand, but to no avail. The nun simply responded by slowly tightening her grip. As she effortlessly picked him up, Anon was utterly terrified. Overwhelmed by the ascending vertigo and warmth emanating from her slightly clammy palm , he had no choice but to submit. "Don't struggle too much, ya little devil. I don't want you to fall." Having been raised no further than her supple chest, Abby's face loomed above an utterly helpless Anon with an infatuated stare. "D’aww you’re no bigger than a communion wafer!” she cooed. “Hmm…” Abby ponders for a moment, idly scratching her boob with her free hand before resting it on her chin. “Now, I'll need to put you somewhere safe." She looks back down at her scratched tit, before promptly looking at Anon with a smug grin. “W-Where are you taking me?” Anon asks, fearfully. Abby giggles playfully, her laughter once again echoing throughout the empty church. She leans down, bringing her face closer to Anon, giving him a clear view of her gargantuan features, bending and distorting with scale as they neared. "I’ve already told you, silly. You’re coming home with me. But I gotta get you there in one piece to finish your penance!" Abby further unbuttons her habit, revealing a black lace bra and some sizable, fluffy cleavage. In her other hand, Anon is slowly raised above Abby's breasts. “W-Wait! Are you sure this is safe?” Anon implores. Abby snickers again, her breath hot and heavy against Anon's tiny form. "Of course, dear. It's perfectly safe." Her tits jiggle lightly with each word as she tugs on the front of her bra. The straps creak with tension against her skin. "You'll be nice and cozy in there... Maybe." She pauses, her expression turning serious for a moment before returning to her previous smirk. "And remember, Anon, you're not done repenting just yet." Gravity takes the tiny man, as he's dropped into Abby's cavernous breasts. Being only slightly smushed between the two masses, Abby's bra snaps shut, further trapping Anon. "Mmm..." She bites her lower lip teasingly. Abby's bra constricts around Anon. The pressure of her breasts is immense, crushing him in every way imaginable. He can feel its heat enveloping him as he struggles to move or breathe. Dark, damp, and incredibly confining, inside her bra is strangely comforting, too. "There, there," she purrs, her voice like a lullaby. "You're all snuggled up now." She pauses for a moment to rebutton her habit, taking a deep sigh of satisfaction. "Time to go home. Finally." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The nun's breasts bounced generously with each step, jostling Anon’s body as she walked. Above the sound of her deep breaths and beating heart, Anon could still make out the muffled sounds of the outside world through his pudgy prison. A door creaks open and as Abby enters another of the church’s rooms, flicking on the lights. A glass bottle clinks and sloshes, and a weight falls upon Abby’s shoulder. The distinct jingle of keys are plucked off a hook as the first door is shut. After a few more steps, another door is opened. Anon could once again hear the chirping of crickets as a welcome breeze washes against his face through the habit’s fabric. The door is locked with a clunk. Barely popping his head out of the nun’s assets, having been bumped just loose enough to see, Anon’s view was handicapped. The evening dark was especially dim through the massive curtain of purple cloth atop him, but through it, he could still make out the soft yellow glow of street lamps shining bright on an empty parking lot. As Abby walked closer, Anon began to make out more detail; Aside from the numerous potholes, the parking lot was not in fact empty, save for a single car- a blue Toyota Prius with a dented bumper, adorned with a myriad of cheesy stickers invoking Christ. Unlocking the door, Abiline gets into her car, the chassis gently creaking from her weight. The interior is decorated with various religious trinkets: small waving statues of Jesus and the Virgin Mary smile happily on the dashboard, as gospel music plays loudly over the radio. A wooden rosary hangs from the rearview mirror and more Bible stickers decorate the glove compartment. She tosses a large canvas purse onto her passenger seat as the neck of a wine bottle not-so-subtly pokes out from the top. The engine whirrs as the Prius’ starter turns over and Abiline starts to reverse. Shifting into drive, Abby hits the brakes and Anon is greeted by a giant finger pushing him back into the pudgy confines of her bra. “Mmph!” Anon lets out a muffled cry. As Abby drives, Anon is subjected to the constant squishing and jiggling of her breasts as they move with the motions of driving. The pressure increases with each bump and turn, causing Anon to have to hold his nose and mouth shut as he is tossed around in the amniotic fluid-like environment of her bra. The sounds of traffic and wind whip past outside the car as Abiline attempts to sing along to the radio, albeit very out of tune. "Shouldn't be more than 20 minutes!" she says loudly, barely audible above the noise. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eventually, after what felt like hours, the car finally came to a stop. "Alright, we're here!" Abby announces triumphantly. Turning off the engine, she waits for a moment before reaching into her bra to, with a practiced motion, pull out a discombobulated Anon. "Let there be light! Home sweet home~." Anon is lowered gently onto the dashboard, staring up once again at the nun’s enormous face, looming over him with a grin as she takes out her key. "Time for phase two, dear." Anon gulps. Turning away from the giant lamb, he instead faces the windshield, seeing an otherwise unintimidating, quaint suburban house. It was only one story tall with 2 large windows on its front wall, painted a soothing lavender blue above its white trim, almost glowing under the pale moonlight. A diverse array of plants, pots, and lawn figures were scattered across the well kept front lawn. Wind chimes dangled and sang in the low breeze. One lawn gnome in particular caught the eye of Anon, its smug aura seemed to mock and laugh at him. Turning his attention to the car, Anon’s sees Abby’s hand lie outstretched towards the dash, gelatinizing his knees. “Come now, let’s head inside.” Abby scoops up the timid tiny, holding him carefully in her fist like an ice cream cone. Grabbing her purse(and more importantly wine), she leaves her car and locks it, walking towards her front door with Anon in hand. "S-so this is w-where you live?" Anon asks dumbfounded. Abby chuckles, showing off her wide smile "Yesiree! Welcome to my humble abode." The front door opens as the two enter the lamb’s home. The scent of potpourri and candles fills the air as she flicks on the lights. The living room is lovingly decorated with various photos and religious iconography scattering the walls, lined with a healthy collection of houseplants and a comfy looking couch. In one corner, stands an upright piano with a small succulent sitting atop it. In the center, sits a large wooden coffee table, prepped with a wine glass and snack bowl. Two armchairs surround it and face a large TV on the opposite wall, along with the couch. Abby sets Anon gently onto the coffee table, making sure he's properly settled before taking off her veil and kicking back on the couch herself, setting down her purse. Still wearing her flats, she props her feet up next to Anon and leans back, stretching her arms behind her head with a sigh. "Ah, It’s good to be home after a long day." Resting her elbow on the armrest and propping up her chin, she glances over at the TV, then looks back at Anon with a playful grin. "What do you say we try and watch something together, hm?" Grabbing the remote, she turns on the TV. The lamb slowly scrolls through the endless channels, her enormous feet shifting occasionally as she reads the various descriptions. "Well, let's see here... We've got some good ol' fashioned drama with a religious twist, maybe a documentary on the history of the Catholic Church?" She pauses, looking down at Anon with a curious expression and taps her foot."Or would you prefer something a little more... Risqué?" Her eyebrow raises teasingly as she winks. Anon sat idly, going through the motions in his head. Jumping off the coffee table would certainly injure him, if not kill him, and even if he did somehow escape, there was likely an even more gruesome ending waiting for him outside the house. He felt utterly helpless, but took solace in the fact that it was highly unlikely he’d die at the hands of a nun. “Wha-huh?” he mumbles, seemingly brought back to his surreal reality by Abby’s question. Abby chuckles, noticing Anon's distracted state and decides to take advantage of it. Leaning forward, she rests her chin on her knee and gazes intently down, eyes sparkling with mischief. "I asked if you wanted to watch something a bit more suggestive with me, darling. You know, a little excitement to help pass the time. While I decide what to do with you." She leans back again, crossing her legs, giving Anon a sultry look. "Or would you rather be stuck in here all alone with little ol’ me, feeling all vulnerable and exposed?" Her foot continues to tap rhythmically against the tabletop, adding an extra layer of menace to her words. Anon looks at her with dread, before looking behind him towards the screen. "W-Well I suppose we can put something on." Abby gives a beaming smile, excitedly picking up her wine glass and clicking on a provocative looking title. The screen flickers to life, displaying images of buxom actresses in various states of undress. "Oh, this should be perfect!" She giggles, settling back into her seat. The sound of the TV fills the room, drowning out any idle noises in her house, except for the gentle rustling of her clothing and the occasional squeak of her shoes against the furniture. The camera zooms in on a particularly voluptuous woman writhing suggestively on a bed. "Now we can really get comfortable together," Abby simpered, reaching over into her purse and pulling out the wine. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anon tries desperately to distract himself with the schlock playing on the TV in front of him, but fails to do so. He can hardly keep still, despite crossing both his legs and his arms. In the corner of his eye, he can see Abby's feet flex gently inside her gigantic flats. He hears the bottle uncork behind him as the eager lamb takes a loud sniff of the wine’s bouquet, pouring herself a glass. Abby takes a sip, attempting to savor the taste before letting out a disappointed sigh. “Needs to air out some more.” she frowns. Her legs continue to gently waggle beneath her purple habit, creating a subtle rippling effect across the fabric. She glances over to Anon, making sure he wasn’t planning anything stupid by jumping down. "Isn’t this nice? Just you and me, cozy and relaxed together, watching TV." The night’s exciting unknowns send a shiver down her spine as she absentmindedly plays with the hem of her dress. She removes her feet from the table and leans over, tilting the giant glass towards Anon. “What do you think?” Anon stares for a moment at his warped reflection in the glass, the mirror image realizing his truly tiny scale compared to the lamb. He cautiously approaches the cup and takes a quick sip. The alcohol is harsh and bitter, but hydrating against his somewhat dry mouth, soothing his nerves. He thirstily takes a few gulps before coughing from the bitter flavor. “I think you were right about it needing to air out more.” Abby chuckles at his itty bitty coughing fit. “At least it’s not bad! As far as cheap Communion wine goes, anyways." Her eyes follow his movements, admiring the way his hands grasp onto the sides of the cup like a lifeline, trying desperately to steady themselves despite their minuscule size. Her eyes narrow slightly, studying his reaction to the liquid’s harsh taste. "Airing it out….” She mutters to herself thoughtfully, taking another gulp as she retracts her glass. Leaning back against the couch, Abby props her feet up even closer to Anon, shaking the table and startling him. "It's been a long day for both of us, hasn’t it?” “That’s rich.” Anon bites. Abby laughs, her voice echoing around the room. "Oh, trust me, I've had a very long day too. I was doing laps around the church dealing with all sorts of difficult people!” She leans back further into the cushion, loudly cracking her ankle as she crosses her legs and stretches out even longer. "It’s a tough job spreading the word of God, but I’m glad to be home to unwind with a cutie like you." She playfully splays her toes inside her flats, bending and twisting the rubber sole beneath them. "So tell me, Anon, what kind of things do you like to do when you're not getting yourself into trouble?" The TV was now a distant hum as Anon’s focus was engulfed by the threatening presence of the ovine’s titanic footwear . From here, it was clear that her flats had seen better days. Two words marked the soles of each shoe, covered in a thin layer of dirt and dust; “Repentance” lay written on her right shoe and “Forgiveness” on her left. "I-I like playing video games." he squeaked, trembling as he read the ominous messaging. Abby's eyes lit up for a moment. "Oh, that's neat! I used to play them myself when I was younger, before taking my vows. I wasn’t half bad at Ms. Pacman!" She takes another sip of her wine, watching Anon closely as she speaks. "I imagine they’ve changed a lot since when I played." Her voice drops lower, taking on a more intimate tone. She teases him gently with the tip of her shoe. "You worry too much about me, dear. All I want from you tonight is a bit of fun! And... some correction." Her words hang in the air as she slowly moves her foot, aiming to loosen her top flat. Anon takes a few shaky steps back, cautiously watching as the lamb's legs deftly shift above him. Back on the TV, a busty woman screams with excitement, startling the unaware watchers. Abby shoots daggers at the screen. Anon jumps with fright, falling ass-first onto the table. "My, my, aren't we jumpy today?" She chuckles softly, before turning her attention back to Anon. "You alright there, dear?" She asks sympathetically, noting Anon’s newly seated position. His body language was shaky. "Now there's no need for alarm, I promise you'll make it out of here alive and well." She reassures him, tingling with anticipation as the back of her flat finally loosens up. With a satisfying slip, the bottom of her stockinged heel is freed from its muggy confines, covered faintly in specks of dirt and debris. "Ahh~." she pleasingly sighs, dangling her shoe tauntingly above Anon's dwarfed figure. The sheer amount of heat and humidity that radiated from Abby's foot was akin to opening up a sauna door. Sweat seemed to glaze the top of Anon's forehead as the stuffy climate of her footwear washed over him. She certainly wasn't lying about the hustle and bustle of her day, as their fragrance was acridly potent- exacerbated by Anon's Lilliputian stature. Ghostly undertones of patchouli, citrus and cedar cut lightly through the dank miasma as remnants of the lamb’s various lotions and perfumes. But even with the care she gave to her feet, it did little to help Anon’s situation after many hours of wear. He winced as he looked up towards her hanging flat, groaning squeamishly. "Why the feet?" he whined. Abby smugly grins, teasingly sticking out her tongue before gulping down the rest of her glass. "Needed to air out." she jests. Squinting her eyes, her head inquisitively turns to look at her purse. Ruffling through the bag, she unearths a bottle cap from the clutter. She studies the cap intensely, rolling it between her fingers, before reopening the bottle beside her. Lurching forward with legs still outstretched, the cap is shakily placed next to Anon, filling up with alcohol before the bottle subsequently retracts. The lamb refreshes her own glass, exhaling breathily with a heavy sigh. Abby stared dreamily down at Anon, deep in thought. "Remember how unbothered He was in His humility?” The ovine asks dreamily. “When Jesus washed the feet of His disciples... Stooping to the lowest of low, with only absolute love and benevolence.” Anon drops to his knees, bending over the makeshift cup before guzzling down its contents and wiping his face with his arm. Despite the whiffy atmosphere, the flavor of the wine had indeed improved. “What does Jesus have to do with ANY of this?” he lambasts. Abby takes a sizable swig from her glass as she loosens her other flat, ignoring Anon’s question. Corking the bottle, she plants her newly exposed heels onto the wood below. Her feet sway leisurely from side to side, surrounding Anon as her voice dons a nostalgic tone. “I remember the day we read that part in Bible Studies. It left me feeling humble and rather… odd, to say the least.” She purses her lips with a furled brow. “I held a grudge towards that oddness. Day after day, I tried my hardest to repent. I’d cry out, “Please Lord forgive my unrighteous thoughts!” But it was never enough. It wasn’t until I became “Sister” Abiline that I finally forgave myself.” Her voice drops to a whisper as the room goes silent. “I never told anyone about my thoughts though, not even to the priests. Yet the morning after I took my vows, these showed up on my doorstep with my name attached to a note.” And with a practiced flick of her ankles, Abby kicks off her flats, landing un-surreptitiously next to Anon with a thunderous plap. The light from the TV sparkled and danced against the lamb’s nude stockings. Beneath their tight nylon veneer, wriggled two fleshy, hoofed toes. Her tall, chubby sole glistened subtly with sweat, as her arches wrinkled subtly with anticipation. “Anon, you came to me ashamed of your lust. All I want is to guide you through it, but I need to dissolve some of your pride first.” She tilts her foot downwards, rolling one of her flats on its side, pointing its mouth towards Anon. Her voice lowers, sinister and aroused. “If I *really* wanted to punish you, Anon. Tonight would’ve gone a lot differently.” Anon’s heart stops for a moment, his gaze met by a bit more than a well used insole. Embossed onto the shoe’s center line and between her toes, he sees an empty crucifix, threaded with micro-sized restraints. Faint indents remained on the surface from its previous captives, their heads would’ve been right beneath her toe gap. “See, I like you though, Anon. Really I do~. And I’m absolutely finished wearing these puppies today. Woof!” Abby nudges her flats off the table, falling against the laminate floor with two clattering plaps! The sound of the TV fades in as Abby stretches her arms above her head. “Now I know you’re tired, but this old lamb could really use a good rubbin’! Sweat and hard work, remember?” Abby scootches closer to the edge of the couch, tilting her feet over Anon like a sun awning. Their ample padding squishes lightly against the table, as the damp, khaki nylon fibers stretch tightly across her splayed toes. The wine seemed to be kicking in, with Anon finding minimal comfort in his mild tipsy. It was enough to bring him to his feet, although they still seemed to wobble under Abby’s massive soles. He hesitantly reaches out towards Abby’s arch, worried of their impending crush. Anon slowly presses into her sole. Her wrinkles feel like dough underneath the rough, slick texture of her stockings. Abby lets out a long, slow breath, closing her eyes and savoring every second of his ministrations. Her soles relax, melting slightly as she feels his fingers digging into the soft flesh. A warm, satisfied smile spreads across her face, revealing her teeth in a gentle grin. “Mmm~... A bit deeper, dear.” The lamb’s big toe twitches slightly with anticipation, as Anon pushes into her tendon. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ After a refill on wine and kneading her feet for what felt like hours to him, music plays softly as the credits roll behind Anon. In reality, only thirty minutes had passed as Abby downed her third glass for the night, tossing it aside. “I think that’s enough TV for one day. I’d say we’re situated enough~.” She snickers, groping her breast as she begins to unbutton her habit and cowl. “W-Wait! Sto-!” Anon tries to cry out, but is interrupted as Abby gets up from the couch. In the blink of an eye, Anon’s world became suffocatingly dark as he was subjected to the supreme weight of Abby’s meaty foot. Dazed, the weight is removed from him, as he blurrily sees the nun begin to slowly, deliberately undress. Gravity takes Abby’s habit, with each layer falling to the ground like a silky waterfall. Behind a veil of pearly pantyhose, revealed a now-complete set of lingerie, with a matching pair of lace panties wrapped tight around her supple waist. “Woah.” Anon mouths silently to himself as his face turns a deep red. Abby sassily rests her hand on her hip, smirking down at Anon’s growing semi chub, her tail waggling expectantly. “Whaddya say we go to my room? Or would you rather sleep on the couch tonight?” she winks. Anon was unable to produce any intelligible answer, now fully erect and utterly dumb as the lamb's wide hips swayed above his tiny body. "I-I-I..." he stammered. Abby giggles at Anon's newfound speech impediment. "For the record, you look adorable when you're all flustered. But I need an answer~… Or else I’ll make it for you." Her taunts are thick with desire as she snaps the strap of her bra, a hint of command present in her tone. Anon’s cheeks well up with air, seemingly about to yell out, but quickly deflate. He droops his head, looking defeatedly at his erection. Abby booms with laughter. "Well I offered, didn't I? Bedroom it is then." She bends over with a sultry smirk, plucking him from the table before reaching behind her waist with her free hand. Anon tries to hold on tight to her hand before being unceremoniously dropped between her cheeks, screaming as he tumbled down their confines. "Sorry I couldn’t catch that!" Abby's voice echoed through the folds of her fat, feeling the pressure of his tiny body against her flesh as she bends over. Picking up the wine bottle, she walks back to her room. Each step sent waves of pleasure through her body, as Anon’s squirmy heat radiated against her skin. "You're going to get to see me naked~." She turns on a small lamp, illuminating the room with a warm, golden glow. Centered along the main wall was a crucifix. Beneath it, sat a king sized bed, adorned with baby blue sheets and a petite nightstand. "The coziest room in the house." She announces theatrically. With a playful wiggle, she lowers herself onto the bed, letting out a long, satisfied groan as her weight comes to a creaking rest on the mattress. She sets down her bottle onto the nightstand, obliviously wiggling her tipsy tush before hearing Anon’s muffled cries below. "Oops! Almost forgot for a second." She leans forward, reaching behind her to retrieve a breathless Anon. “I really need to watch where I sit!” "G-guh..." Anon lay there motionless on Abby’s palm, catching his breath before shaking his head. "You could've warned me!" Abby giggles, amused by Anon's protests. "You weren’t exactly responsive." She chuckles, turning her head slightly to wink at Anon before flipping him upside down with a deft swipe of her hand, holding him against her butt cheek like a pancake. "It was in your choice to give me the reins tonight." Bringing him back to the front of her body, Abby lowers Anon onto her plump thighs. "But I guess I can be patient with you." "You call this patient?" Anon yells out. Abby looks down at Anon, biting her lip. "Well, maybe I'm not being as, uhm... gentle as I could be." She admits, running her finger along Anon's tiny torso, feeling the heat radiating off of him. "But I'll make sure to take things nice and slow for now~."With a sly grin, Abby lowers Anon onto her soft belly, letting out a contented sigh as she feels the warmth of his body against her skin. Her chest rose and fell with deep, steady breaths as Anon struggled to keep his balance on the voluptuous landscape. Propping herself up on her elbow, she takes another swig of wine. "Relax and tell me what you want, Anon." Abby smiles warmly. Anon looks back at his penis for a moment, nervously rubbing his neck as he closes his eyes. He takes a deep breath. "I guess your boobs were kind of comfy." Abby bursts into laughter, clutching her sides. "Comfy, eh? That's a first. Most people find them too heavy." She teases, running a finger around the edge of one of her nipples. "But if you insist~." Abby leans forward, propping her neck up with a pillow to watch. "Feel free to climb up." "C-could you please take off-" Anon's hands trembled as his voice became a whisper. "...y-your bra?" Abby smirks, catching the quiver in Anon's voice and nods in agreement. She grabs the straps of her bra to pull it over her head with a flourish, throwing it aside carelessly. "A reward for your courage." Her massive breasts now hang fully exposed, jiggling slightly as she lets out a satisfied sigh, showing no hint of embarrassment or self-consciousness. "Play with them all you want, darling." Despite his wavering mind, Anon slowly walked up the lamb’s massive torso. After finding his footing against the soft, fluffy warmth of Abby’s breasts, he looked down upon the boob before giving the lamb’s giant nipple a passionate kiss. Abby gasps softly as her breasts quake with pleasure. "Mmm... More. " She moans softly as Anon begins to fondle and grind against Abby’s left tit, passionately making out with her areola. “They’re so soft…” Anon sighs. Abby chuckles, admiring Anon's words as he continued to explore her breasts, feeling his small hands roam across the supple flesh and delicate folds of her nipples. Her chest shivers as Anon bites her softly. "Enough to eat so it seems~." She explains proudly, raising her hand intently to finger her other nipple as he continued to salaciously nibble her nip. Abby watched with fascination at Anon’s indulgence, his humping growing more fervent with each passing moment. Her eyes glaze over him with desire, feeling herself getting wetter with each passing moment."My my... You really know how to work a tit, don't you?" She murmurs, running her fingers behind her head while keeping her gaze locked on his hungry expression. "Show me how much you really love me~." Her nipple stiffens with anticipation. For Anon, the lamb's pheromones were almost as intoxicating as the wine now. He began to climb down from her breast and onto her sternum, each boob lay beside him like two sleeping beasts. As he lays down spread eagle, he hesitantly reaches down his pelvis and grasps his erection. Abby nods gleefully at Anon, giving a little wave goodbye before slowly pushing her breasts together. The lamb’s breasts were much warmer than when they were in the car. Anon could feel his blood vessels dilate; his dick throbbing with every moment of squishy, grinding pressure against their fuzzy exterior. Immobilized from the weight and unable to stroke his dick, Anon began to thrust his pelvis with intense vigor; passionately biting, kissing, and licking Abby’s breast with every hump. Above the sweaty mess and unaware to Anon, Abby shudders in delight as she delicately rubs her nipples- only to stop abruptly. “Already?” she mutters to herself, feeling a new, distinct stickiness squirt onto her cleavage. “We were just getting started, too.” She releases her grip on her breasts, peering down at Anon’s motionless body with a cynical smirk. “That first one was a little half-baked, wouldn’t you say? I would’ve thought you’d have learned a thing or two about endurance after today!” Abby gently lifts Anon’s limp body onto her palm; ogling his tiny phyisique with a devious smile before holding him to her face. “Or perhaps you need a refresher?” she teases. Opening her maw and sticking out her tongue with bated, boozy breaths, Anon is subsequently smothered by a long sustained, salivating LLLICK! "Eugh..." Anon winces, attempting to wipe off the thick saliva with his hands, but is interrupted by a bombardment of titanic kisses. Her pursed lips eventually land on his pelvis as a much smaller lick greets Anon's crotch. “Just like sucking a honey straw~” she moans. Anon’s lower half is submerged into her gargantuan mouth as her tongue forces its way between his legs. He arches his back, frozen and overwhelmed by the dominating undulations of her tongue across his pelvic floor. With Anon now safely secured in her mouth like a lollipop, Abby arises from her bed and bends over. Her hands glide down her waist, giving her pantyhose a seductive snap before wriggling her lower half free with a sassy flourish of her hips. “Mmmhmm…” she purred approvingly.