Mrs. Priestly Help I'm FAT!

Carmel hoped Mrs. Priestly would come soon. It really was an emergency. She couldn't leave with her until she got into shape, otherwise she'd just mess things up. But she had been a nun for 3 years now and nuns didn't do a lot of physical activity.

She paced in her room, hoping. She said she would be here today, but it was almost 6.

"Dong ding!" called Priestly as she entered the nunnery, the sound of her heels heralding her arrival.

"Carmel, dear, where are you?"

"Mrs. Priestly!" she called, turning to see her. Carmel smiled widely at her. "I'm so glad you're here! I...I have a problem!"

"And what kind of problem is that, dear?" said Priestly, removing her sunglasses. She groped Carmel's shoulder, smiling devilishly.

"It's...kind of embarassing, can we...go to my room so it's private?" she asked, frowning and adjusting her headdress.

"Of course, dear," she said, rubbing her hand over Carmel's back. "Lead the way."

Carmel closed her door behind them, frowning deeply.

"Mrs...Priestly..." she mumbled awkwardly. "...I want to lose weight..."

"Ah," she said, unbuttoning her jacket, "I think I understand. Remove your dress, if you want to try that."

"What?" Carmel asked, confused. "I mean...I want you to help me get into shape! So...Uhm. For personal reasons! I need to...I don't need this," she grabbed her tummy. "It's ugly and it gets in the way."

She blinked at Carmel, pursing her lips slightly.

"...So, how do you propose I help, exactly? So I know I'm not getting the wrong impression." Though she had stopped unbuttoning her jacket, her hands remained in place.

"I thought you would just...help motivate me to exercise," she shrugged. Suddenly this felt like a very stupid idea.

"You mean with kisses, or...?" She licked her, lips, pressing closer. "Yes, I think I could motivate you."

"No!" she squeaked, backing away. "That's not what I meant!"

Carmel felt her face turn very red.

"Then do explain, dear," she pressed, massaging Carmel's shoulders.

"I...I don't know, I just...I just don't want to be fat anymore!" she grumbled, frowning. "...can't you just stay and help me?"

"I'll help you in any way possible, of course, dear--I'm frightfully fond of you." She chuckled and patted Carmel on the butt.

She flushed, wiggling nervously.

"Thank you, Mrs. Priestly..." She said, smiling a little.

"I'll show you how to thank me properly later," she said, grinning wolfishly.

"Why not now?" She asked, confused.

"Because it will take time and energy, and night is the most appropriate time for such things," she answered with a knowing nod. "Now, how would you have me help you lose weight, dear? Do you have an idea of how you'd like to start?"

"Oh, well..." She replied, wringing her hands. "I don't know....I need to get strong fast."

"Well," she said, chuckling, "My favorite way to get in shape requires getting completely naked. So if you don't want to try that, I suggest you come up with something else, yes?"

Carmel pouted.

"That wouldn't even work!" She replied, crossing her arms. "You're being silly!"

"Oh, it works," she said, grinning. "How do you think I stay so slim, even at the ripe old age of...twenty-two." She giggled into her hand and winked.

"You're like ffty, don't lie," she grumbled spitefully.