"Hey, John, give her huge cock-sucking lips," one of the groomsmen blurted out. The unreality of the situation had started to freak him out. For some reason he had felt the need to insert his opinion where everyone else seemed ready to shrink away and hide.
Loki did not like being interrupted. "You! Show some respect to the bride. This is not about you." Loki made a fist and tossed magic in the groomsman's direction.
Everyone watched as the loud man changed. His mouth slammed shut and his lips pushed outward. They enlarged and became the largest pair of lips anyone had ever seen. His lips seemed to spread until they covered half his face. They were pink and glossy and sparkled in the candle-light. The man lifted his hands to feel his new lips which were the size of sausages. As he touched them he seemed to spasm in pleasure. It was obvious to all that his lips must be super sensitive. He hung his mouth open suddenly to speak and a long tongue fell out. The tongue was slithered over his lips and glossed them even more with lube. A mixture of fear and longing played over his face. The crowd gasped.
"Now why don't you pay respect to the entire wedding party," Loki said.
The man turned toward the bride's maid on the furthest end of the table and rushed over to her. In the confusion the groomsman seemed to crawl under her dress and the woman started to moan and groan with pleasure. Her newly enlarged breasts bounced wildly and threatened to pop out of her straining dress. It was obvious that the groomsman was giving her the best blow-job she would ever experience.
As the screams of the bride's maid echoed around the room, Loki turned back to the groom. "What do you think, John?"