Kitiel grabbed Mary by the arms and effortlessly lifted her up so that they were face-to-face, then Kitiel planted a fat kiss on Mary's lips. She unceremoniously dumped Mary to the ground and crossed her arms in disdain, watching Mary with a scowl on her face.
Mary was upset and on the verge of tears at having been rejected by a real angel, but that was quickly replaced by discomfort when her clothes started to tighten. She grimaced as her baggy gray sweater and blue ankle-length skirt shrank against her body, becoming skin-tight and showing off her not-unsubstantial curves. Mary's sweater molded itself around her B-cup breasts and her skirt conformed itself to the shape of her legs, leaving nothing to the imagination except her own skin. Mary looked down at herself and gasped when she noticed the outline of her bra and panties plainly visible. She crossed her arms against her chest, trying to cover up her jutting teats, and yelled at Kitiel, "What did you do to me?!"
Kitiel smirked at this pathetic sinner. She said, "You're not done yet," and pointed to Mary's legs. Mary watched horrified as her skirt shrank and her socks rose, leaving her clad in a pleated miniskirt that left her panties quite noticeable, and thigh-high socks that were as perfectly molded to her skin as the rest of her clothes. Her miniskirt became shiny black latex. Her socks turned from white cotton to black nylon, then split into fishnet stockings that were tight enough that Mary's skin bulged out slightly from each square. Four thin straps advanced from the tops of the fishnets and attached themselves to Mary's panties, turning them from conservative white panties to a black nylon thong that showed off Mary's cameltoe. Finally, her dull brown loafers narrowed and shifted, the heels growing to 6 inches high and the ugly leather turning into glossy black plastic, leaving Mary on two slutty stripper stilettos.
Mary stumbled to her feet, still in shock at becoming a prostitute from the waist down. Her sweater shifted and stretched, becoming a tight black latex shirt. The arms of her shirt detached from the torso piece and spread down to her hands, where they became a pair of long black opera gloves that reached almost to her shoulders. Her collar also detached from the shirt, wrapping itself around Mary's neck as a choker. The shirt shrank at both ends, becoming a tube top, while Mary's bra morphed into two long strings, attached themselves to her thong and choker, and became a lewd slingkini. As a final touch, Mary's brown hair turned black and glossy, her eyelashes thickened and became seductively long, her lips plumped up and became coated with shiny black lipstick, and all of her body hair retracted into her body, leaving her skin perfectly smooth and unblemished. Mary now had the body of a slutty streetwalker, and her kinky latex clothes creaked and rubbed lewdly whenever she moved.
When Kitiel proudly summoned a mirror to show Mary the new her, Mary broke down sobbing. She pulled at her sexy tube top and tried to rub the makeup off her face, but to no avail - she couldn't fit her fingers underneath the skin-tight top, and the makeup wasn't even smudged. Kitiel laughed and declared, "Mary, to repent for the grievous sin of chastity, you must now wear this outfit of penance until you renounce your sinful ways. As God is merciful, I shall impart upon you the lust a proper Christian girl should have, but it will be up to you to atone for your misdeeds." She pushed her toga aside, exposing a perfectly shaped vagina, and slowly rubbed her finger across the moist vulva. She pulled her finger back out, now dripping with holy femcum, and stuck it into Mary's mouth before she could react.
Mary grabbed Kitiel's hand and tried to pull the angel's finger out of her mouth, but was suddenly hit by a flood of heat that paralyzed her muscles and made her fall to her knees. She uttered a muffled moan as her vagina, dry and insensitive after years of neglect, burst back into action, swelling up and becoming slick with vaginal lube. Her nipples bulged outwards, forming inch-tall nubs on her black tube top, and Mary dropped her hands to her breasts and started kneading them, relishing the new sensitivity that they had. Mary unconsciously started sucking Kitiel's finger, and her thoughts became flooded with big, throbbing cocks violating every one of her holes. Kitiel pulled her finger out of Mary's mouth with a *pop*, smiling at the kneeling girl panting and rubbing her body.
Mary fought hard against the pure lust assaulting her mind and managed to turn herself towards Ty, whose massive erection was straining itself against his jeans. "Ty... please... h-help... so hard to think..." Kitiel, with the content smile of a job well done, said to him, "Ty, you are a deeply lustful boy. I trust that you will guide Mary to becoming the good Christian I know she can be." Kitiel then spread her wings and took off into the sky, seeking out more lost souls to redeem.
Ty looked at Mary and felt pity for the girl, struggling against her newfound urges. But he also felt incredibly aroused from the erotic display of depravity that Mary's body had undergone. What will he do?