Swapped by Demon Futa Nuns (Futanari on Female Gender Transformation Femdom Feminization) - Mindy Masters - ebook
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Gabriel, a Catholic priest, has been called upon the church to investigate a convent where the nuns are rumored to partake in demon worship. Unfortunately, this convent happens to be the very same one where the object of his desires, Anna, has joined. Along with his friend and fellow priest, Hector, as well as two of his parishioners, Gabriel sets out for the convent—only to end up in BIG trouble. It turns out, the nuns aren't just worshipping demons—they're becoming demonic futas, too!This hot and suspenseful erotic short by three bestselling transgender erotica authors Mindy Masters, Lily Fey, and Arya Martin features feminization, gender transformation, femdom, and futanari on female.

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Swapped by Demon Futa Nuns

(Futanari on Female | Gender Transformation | Femdom | Feminization)

by

Lily Fey

Mindy Masters

& Arya Martin

FEVEROTICA BOOKS

Published by Feverotica Books

Copyright 2016 by Lily Fey, Mindy Masters, & Arya Martin

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.

This book contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and is intended only for readers ages 18 and above. All characters portrayed as participating in sexual acts are consenting, are at least 18 years of age, and are not related by blood.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Epilogue

SNEAK PEEK: Changed by the Futa Elf-Witch

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Chapter 1

“In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.”

Gabriel made the sign of the cross, then stood. He heaved a deep sigh and tried to still his anxieties. Those rumors about the convent couldn’t be true….

No, his deeply righteous friend Sister Anna was there. The same Sister Anna who Gabriel had convinced to give her life to God and to the Church. The same Sister Anna who wrote him every month about her love of God.

The priest was due to leave early the next day to travel to the remote village where the Convent was located, in order to investigate rumors that the nuns there had been committing acts of blasphemy and sexual indiscretions. Whomever started these awful rumors about the sisters at the Convent of St. Alexis would burn a thousand times in hell for their slander.

Still, regardless of whatever Father Gabriel personally believed, such accusations had to be taken seriously. They had to be investigated. After all, on the slim chance that the rumors were true….

Gabriel shuddered at the thought. No way it could be true. No way could the ever pious Sister Anna remain at such a place. If such evil was going on there, she would’ve told him right away. She wouldn’t have remained there for two years; she would’ve left and written Gabriel right away.

For a priest, Gabriel was a young man. He was slenderly built with a mess of dark hair atop his head. He was only twenty-six years old, and he had joined the priesthood only a year prior. But it was in seminary when he had met Sister Anna, at the time an eighteen-year-old girl with nowhere to go in her life. And now she was twenty and a woman who had given herself to God, just as Gabriel had given himself to the Lord.

He recalled her beauty. The subtle curves of her small body; the way her blonde tresses lifted in the wind. But, alas, he had already dedicated himself to Christ. No wicked thought could turn him away from the priesthood, so, whatever scant temptation she provided him, he would not leave the Lord…. Even if she did have a habit of haunting his dreams.

At first he believed it was a succubus visiting him in the night. He’d dream of Anna and of what passionate love he would give onto her, and he’d wake up, wet from spilt seed. He prayed for this nightly phantasm of this beautiful girl to leave him, hoped he would not have to seek exorcism to rid himself of these wicked and passionate nightmares. But, with the passage of time, he grew accustomed to these fantasies of Sister Anna. As wrong as they were, they did no harm, yes? They were just a private fantasy, one that he would never fulfill or make any move to fulfill. They would remain a dream in the night, as they should’ve.

Still, he could never fully shake the guilt of his dreams, or of when he held her letters close and smelled the paper and let himself grow hard at the thought of her pretty little fingers…. Lordhave mercy.

It was late. Gabriel would head to bed soon, to meet with this fantasy once again before waking up in the morning, wet with his own seed, so that he may depart for the Convent where Sister Anna stayed.

The priest lay in bed and pulled the covers over himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and tried to think righteous thoughts. They were his intention; they were what he hoped the Lord would see before sleep fell on the priest and he was taken in by his own wicked fantasies.

****

The journey that took him to the Convent of St. Alexis was arduous, if only because the remote village where the convent was located was situated behind a troublesome mountain pass. But Gabriel was kept company by a merchant and his eighteen-year-old son—Roderick and Peter, respectively—and Gabriel’s closest friend, Father Hector, a fellow priest whom Gabriel had studied with at seminary. The Church had asked Gabriel and Hector both to investigate the rumors about the convent, whereas Roderick and his son were looking to trade with the small village.

“They have no use for silk, Roderick,” Hector grumbled. He was a handsome and spirited man, and a priest whose righteousness was tempered with great logic and an easygoing attitude. Naturally, this made him quite popular back at home. “And yet you make our horses carry your merchandise.”

“Everyone has use for silk, especially this silk,” the pudgy Roderick laughed heartily. “This is the finest silk, imported from the far reaches of the East!”

“Villagers like wool to keep them warm. Silk is for wealthy men in warm homes,” replied Hector.

“He’s right, dad,” the boyish but quite skittish Peter said to Roderick. “Perhaps we should’ve stayed home…. Father Hector and Father Gabriel do not need us.”

“Oh, hush,” Roderick scoffed. “Once those wool-wearing idiots feel this silk, they’ll be begging me to come back with more!”

“Hope springs eternal,” Hector said in aside to Gabriel, grinning.

Gabriel laughed at his friend’s snark, but inwardly he was fretting. He would be seeing Sister Anna for the first time in two years…. The same nun that had written him every day. The same that had appeared in his dreams over and over. He had had a particularly twisted dream about the nun the night before, the details of which he tried to put out of his mind. But, despite the fact that he was on official business, to investigate the convent, he couldn’t shake that anxiety; whether it was excitement to see the object of his fantasies for the first time in a long time, or whether it was his awful guilt for having such fantasies in the first place, he had no idea.

The trail through the winding pass finally opened up, and in the distance it revealed the village where the convent was located. The men on their horses came to a temporary halt. Gabriel blocked the sun with his hand, looked ahead, then called out to his fellow travelers, “There she is! The village and the Convent of St. Alexis.”

“When we get there, we should get some rest as quickly as possible,” Hector said. “The convent will put us up.” He looked to the party. “The sisterhood of the convent does not know why we’re visiting; they believe we are there to deliver news from the Church. In order to guarantee our investigation is a success, we must not let them in on why we are really there. So, be silent regarding our intentions, do you understand?”

Gabriel nodded. “Certainly.”

“Wasn’t referring to you friend,” chuckled Hector before casting a grunt in the direction of Roderick. “I was talking about that silk merchant.”

“Me? I won’t say anything,” shrugged Roderick. “I’m just here to peddle my wares.”

Peter shook his head. “My mouth is sealed.”

“Good,” smiled Hector. “Now, let’s go meet these nuns.”

As Roderick and Peter went ahead, Gabriel stopped his friend. “Hector,” he said to the other priest.

“What is it, Gabriel?”

“Do you think these rumors… are true?”

Hector frowned. “I’m not sure, friend.”

“Sister Anna, she’s there. They couldn’t possibly be, not if—”

“You best put Sister Anna out of your mind, friend,” Hector said then, suddenly serious. “I know the thoughts you have of that girl. They haven’t stopped, have they?”

Gabriel paused, then answered quietly, “No.”

“Don’t be an idiot, Gabriel. Stay away from her. She will tempt you.”

“She will not.”

“I’m saying this as a friend,” Hector replied as he took the reins of his horse. “I do not want you to get in trouble.”

“I think, given my dreams, I’m already in enough trouble with the Lord,” murmured Gabriel.

Hector smirked. “You are just a man, Gabriel. Given war and the starving men of our kingdom, I’m sure the Lord has greater concerns than that of a slightly perverted priest.”

Gabriel felt his cheeks flush red and felt himself at a loss for words. “My friend, please….”

“But the Church will not forgive indiscretions, and we have an investigation to conduct. We cannot be distracted,” Hector continued, suddenly sobering; then, with a hint of humor, “So, please, keep your hands off the pretty girls.”

Gabriel watched as Hector went ahead and joined the other travelers, then sighed to himself. Perhaps his friend was right; perhaps the priest would need to avoid Sister Anna. After all, all she did was tempt him night after night… and as a dream no less. Who was to say that this temptation would not grow exponentially in her physical presence?

The priest drew in a deep breath. He would need to focus on his investigation and carry it out with a clear head. Regardless of his conflicting thoughts and feelings for Anna, Gabriel would need to limit contact with her at all costs. After all, he had a duty to the Church and to the Lord, and, as a man of God, nothing could stand in the way of that.