You back away from Macy, crushing someone’s home under your still bear foot but you don’t care.
‘Hold on now.’ You try to get away. ‘You seem nice and all... but we just met. I can’t marry you!’
Macy puts a hand on her hip. “But your wearing a wedding dress.” She points out. “Generally when you want to marry someone, you were a wedding dress. I’m also wearing dress.”
You nod your head. ‘Yes. You are beautiful. But I just don’t have feelings for you... and... and...’ you trail off as Macy walks closer to you, destroying even more of the already devistated city. She steps on a gas station and it explodes. You back away and are stopped by a ten story building behind you. Macy slams her hand on the glass causing shards to rain down on the people below, she gets even closer to you, smushing her breasts to yours and whispers in your ear: “but you look so sexy in that dress.”
You gulp as your cheek turn crimson. “What if I do THIS.” Macy trailed her hand between your leg, causing the soft white fabric to rub against your still alien to you woman hood. You let out a moan but she silenced you with a passionate kiss.
The military has shown up by now. But there nothing but annoying insects to you and Macy. She presses harder against you, rubbing her thigh on your vigina. The building collapses and you both fall back into the rubble, destroying two more buildings as you fell.
Macy breaks the kiss sitting on top of you grinning as jets fly behind her unloading missiles that detonated uselessly on her strong dark skin.
You feel the rumble of tanks but don’t care anymore. All your attention was on Macy. You sit up rapping your arms around the plus sized amazon and rolling together into the city.
You make sweet sensual love 69ing, scissoring, and kissing.
The city is utterly devastated, nothing remains but a few buildings here and there that survived the make out session of the Bridezilla’s shearling by luck.
“Now.” Macy panted as she lay next to you clasping your hand. Your heads were lying on what was once a hotel. Her brown body was covered in sweat but she was still the sexiest woman you’ve ever seen. Neither of your wedding dresses were ripped in the destination or the lesbian sex. They must have been indestructible.
“Will you. Make me the happiest woman in the world.” You knew what she would say next and held your breath in excitement. “And marry me?”
You blurred out your answer as fast as you can: ‘Yes! Yes! I will marry you Macy!’
She smiles and kisses you. Then breaks the kiss a trail of saliva still connecting your lips.
“What do you say we skip the ceremony.” Macy grins “and get right to the Honeymoon and Night of Passion?”
You look into the eyes of your fellow Bridezilla and kiss her. You were going to love your new life with Macy.