The host—or would it be hostess?—smiles brilliantly. “A busty woman getting married! I can hear the wedding bells now. And, for the next hour, all you males out there watching this will be blushing brides on your special day. Hope your grooms are total hunks.” She adds with a wink.
You frown and shake your head. You hadn’t watched daytime TV in quite a while, but you hadn’t remembered it being it quite so…..strange. Your head is starting to feel really weird now though. Your vision begins to fog up as the room starts to spin around you, a crackling noise filling the air.
FLASH
“You may miss the bride!”
The next thing you know, you are standing at an altar…..somewhere. It’s not entirely clear where. What you are aware of, though, are two separate things.
One: You are suddenly a woman. A rather busty woman, at that. You have long red hair that flows down past your shoulders. More importantly, you are squeezed into a wedding dress!
It’s beautiful really. Full of shimmering sequins, the white dress practically shines. It’s a bit low cut, just enough to show off your assets without being slutty, and you could honestly say that had anyone else strutted by wearing it you would have been struggling not to stare.
Two: There’s a guy beaming back at you, and he’s the most handsome hunk you’ve ever seen in your life.
Before your brain can wrap itself around that fact, the guy has you in his arms and is kissing you passionately. Your body practically swoons and soon a make out session is going strong, interrupted only by a muffled coughing fit from the pastor overseeing the wedding. Embarrassed, you break away from your….husband, and he concludes the ceremony.
The next thirty minutes blow by faster than you could have have imagined. You cling to your hubby’s arm as the two of you happily greet a succession of wedding guests, none of whom you know but that your new body seems to. Finally, the crowd dwindles away enough for you and your hubby to slip up to your hotel room.
The door is barely shut before you are down on your knees pawing at his crotch. Before long the only sounds from the room are the happy muffled sounds of you sucking your husband’s cock and his moans of pleasure. Your mind continues to reel; this seems so normal, but so strange, and you can’t stop yourself. It also feels incredible.
You sputter as, without warning, your husband cums in your mouth. “Sorry babe.” He says sheepishly as you wipe your mouth off. You just smile up at him. Somehow, you can’t seem to gather your thoughts enough to get upset, or focus on who you used to be. “Why don’t you help me out of this dress and we’ll call it even?” You whisper to him.
Before you know it, you are naked and your husband is carrying you over to the bed. You coo in anticipation as he places you down and begins to strip.
However, the hour is rapidly running out…..