As if in answer your breasts grew to a H cup. Like before the white fabric of the strapless wedding dress did not rip. You couldn’t see below your chin now. Your vision taken up by your breasts.
The ceiling got closer as you got even taller.
You lean forward trying not to break your uncles costume shop, but it’s useless as your legs grow and break the changing room. You stand up but bump your head through the ceiling as you grow taller. Surprisingly it doesn’t heart you as much as you think slamming your head on a steel beam should.
You stand up and grow through the ceiling of the costume shop. You head comes out the top of the building but your H cup breasts get stuck inside. Your forced to sit down as your body grows larger inside the costume shop. You blush as you feel your body grow. Destroying your uncles costume shop even more. All those costumes people will never get to wear. Your pretty sure your also sitting on someone.
After some time your feet break through the front door and you can see them were you sitting. They were still perfectly manicured, but caused a car accident as they emerged. Pushing a red car into a dry cleaning shop across the street.
You stand up and destroy the rest of Uncle Jack’s magic costume shop accidentally.
You look down at the crater. Surprisingly you white wedding dress had grown with you back to its original length, down to your heals. Also your blond hair is now down to your heals.
You were still muscular too, you straighten out your dress and look for somewhere to go outside the city. Maybe Uncle Jack can help you if he wasn’t the one you just sat on.
Suddenly their was a stomping. You look over and see another woman just as big as you also wearing a wedding dress walk by a building. Like you she also wore a strapless white wedding dress down to her heals, like you she had a sexy muscular frame and didn’t wear shoes. Like you she had hair down to her heals. Unlike you, her hair was straight and black, were as yours was blond and slightly curled. She also had darker skin tone than yours, she looks like she is African or at least African decent, not that you wanted to sound racist. She looks at you and smiles.
“There you are!” Said the dark skinned Giant.
She rushed at you.
Did she want to fight?
She grabbed your forcing you to the ground. You are pretty sure you killed more innocent people just now.
However to your surprise she was hugging you. Feeling H cup breasts smoosh together was the weirdest thing you have ever felt. But it was kinda nice.
The sexy dark skinned woman stops hugging you and looks you in the face. Her face is so close to yours you can feel the heat from her breath as the talks. You blush.
“Well lets go.” She says.
The woman grabbed your white gloved hand and lifts you up. She was stronger than she looks. And she already looked incredibly strong.
The woman strolled through the city casually causing mayhem and destruction while dragging you behind her. She didn’t seam to care. You were more careful... though you couldn’t even feel as you destroyed highways and streets. Dispite being bear foot destroying a city with every step it felt like you were wearing shoes on the side walk. You couldn’t even feel pain as the army showed up and started shooting at you two. Your matching wedding dresses were also unharmed.
“What’s your name?” You finally ask.
“Marcy” the woman said casually knocking over a building like she was opening a door. You estimate you and her were 5-7 stories tall now. It was hard to be exact.
“Where are we going?” You ask stepping over a highway Marcy some how didn’t destroy. The cars honking as they saw up your white wedding dress to your white laced see through panties.
“Well your a Bridezilla... so to get you married.” Marcy says casually like a simple math problem.
‘“Bridezilla?” thought that was just a phrase.’ You think to yourself.
You look up to ask another question, but get distracted by Marcy’s back muscles. The back of the wedding dress was exposed and went down from the arms to form a V just above Marcy marvelous ass.
Since your wedding dresses were the same down to the arm pit length gloves you theorize your back muscles were now exposed. But there was something about Marcy and the way she moved that mesmerized you. She was powerful and sexy. The way her raven black hair flowed down her back, slightly sticking to the sweat was lo—
You were so distracted by Marcy’s back muscles that you didn’t even notice as you stepped on a gas station and started a four block fire. You sigh as you notice your error.
“Will getting married turn me back to my normal size?”
Marcy just laughs like you said a funny joke. But it was an actual question to you. You didn’t want to be a guy, why else did you pick the wedding dress? But being a somewhat normal size wa—
“We’re here” Marcy says snapping you out of your thoughts. She was still holding your hand you noticed.
Infront of you was a small mountain outside the city but still in the subverts. You had hiked it before as a normal sized guy, but now as a Bridezilla you could probably clime it like an oversized bolder.
The mountain had a white carpet draped over the mountain trail to act as a sort of stair way. The carpet had giant flowers on its sides leading to an alter that had an arch of equally giant flowers rapped around a white wooden frame. That was definitely new.
Your jaw dropped as you realize who you have to marry today.
Marcy looks at you and smiles.
You are about to marry...