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3 Months Later
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You stood in front of the mirror in the church utterly naked and freaking the heck out. You were about to marry Ashley! Never in a million years did you think you would be the bride in a lesbian wedding. Much less one with three other lesbians serving as your breasts and genitals, or marrying a girl with a penis. You looked at your distraught face on the mirror. Over the months your body has slowly turned more feminine thanks to the hormones provided by none other than Kim, Lina, and Rachel. Your pussy, left boob and right boob respectively. When they first merged with you, you looked like a guy with boobs and a pussy stuck on you. Now your hips were wider, your waist was thinner, your skin was softer, your shoulders were smoother, your legs were much more shapely, your butt and waist had also grown. Lastly your face was becoming more androgynous by the month you did grow out your hair to help. Over all you were well on your way to becoming indistinguishable from a national born female. But you still didn’t feel up to wearing the dress.
‘I can’t do this!’ You say to your self yet again. ‘Maybe I should leav—‘
Rachel and Lina suddenly begin shaking on you. They had lost their ability to talk but they did communicate by jiggling. Over the months you grew to understand their types of jiggling.
‘I know bu—‘
Jiggle
‘True bu—‘
Jiggle Jiggle
‘I know you’ve been looking forward to this. Bu—‘
JIGGLE! JIGGLE! JIGGLE! JIGGLE!
‘Alright! I’ll at least put on the stupid dress!’
Walking over you saw the only dress your lady parts agreed upon. It was closer to a white leotard with nothing covering the chest and a diamond hole cut around the groin. From the waist hung a long translucent silk dress. You gulped. Without a doubt it was the most perverted wedding dress to ever have existed. Lina and Rachel have always been very picky about the tops you wear. Not helped by the fact they seam to grow when your not looking. This was one of the reasons you stopped wearing bras, much to their joy. For whatever reason. They both wanted to be on full display for everyone on their wedding day. Not just in a dress that exposed a lot of cleavage, but actually out and proud for all to see. Once Kim figure out what they were up to she naturally wanted in on the action. And so it was that the most perverted wedding dress ever sewn was made. Sighing you slipped it off the mannequin and slipped it on. If the exposed groin and chest weren’t enough it also hugged your curves skin tight wedgieing it self between your cheeks, the back was also entirely exposed, so unlike most wedding dresses you could slip it on without trouble.
‘There! You happy?’ You say ‘This stupid thing still makes me look like a whore.’
Jiggle.
‘Yes it is rather sexy.’
Tingle.
That was Kim weighing in. Unlike Lina and Rachel she communicated entirely through making you aroused.
‘Shut up.’
Instead of stopping Kim pumped you full of more arousal. You were starting to get turned on. The dresses kinkyness wasn’t helping at all in cooling your libido. Kim didn’t let up, lapping on wave after wave of arousal till you were audibly moaning and rubbing your thighs together your head was swimming with all the thoughts of what you and Ashley would do on your honey moon. You had slept together before. Many times in fact but now....
Tingle, Jiggle, Jiggle, Tingle. Jiggle.
‘Alright FINE!’ You shouted. Panting hard sweat beads steaming on your forehead.
...
The piano played as you made your way down the isle in high heels, your arm rapped around your father’s. Introducing Ashley to your parents and explaining everything was a nightmare. But here they were, there for you like always. You just hoped no one noticed the trail of lady cum you were leaving behind you. Step after step your breasts bounded and your pussy dripped, beads of sweat streamed down across your cleavage and erect nipples covered in goose bumps from the cool air conditioning. It almost felt like you were walking in front of all these people with nothing at all on. There at the alter was your beloved wife Ashley, much like how you had become more feminine she had grown more masculine. Nothing too major, she still had those incredible breasts and ass of her’s but she had definitely gotten taller and started cutting her hair short. Even now she wore a tuxedo with the top button undone, you also took a bit of pride in the stiffy she was sporting from her groin.
...
You both said your vows, exchanged rings (both with diamonds) and finally came the big moment.
Before the pasture even finished you both said “I do.” At the same moment and began kissing.
Ashley then swept you off your feet and carried you to the limo in those big strong biceps of hers. This was the happiest day of your life, and now it was time for your honey moon...