I decide to stay.

"Okay everyone, now she's a little skittish, so everyone be nice okay? Jennifer, it's okay. Come on out." Jane beckons you forward. You are wearing an off-the-shoulder, long-sleeve crop-top with a cute denim mini-skirt and your trade-mark pink heels.

Unfortunately, since it's the end of the trip, you were down to your last two pieces of special underwear that you were hoping to wear just for Robert. But with no other options you put them on, then got dressed and now here you are, about to be re-introduced to all of Robert's family.

You slowly walk into the dining room. The whole family is there! There must be 25 of them, including all of the daughters, their husbands, children and a few random friends.

All of the daughters come forward and envelope you in hugs. "We're so glad you're here," they all say. "We're sorry we did what we did."

"Not really," Catherine whispers into your ear, grinning wickedly.

"Can't wait until next time," says Elizabeth, giving you a peck on the lips.

"Ahem!" Robert says, quieting the room. "Jennifer..." he get up from the table and walks over to you. "You are so beautiful," he says, giving you a kiss on the lips.

And now he's kneeling.

NOW HE'S KNEELING???

Suddenly there's a **pop**! It's Dave with a champaign bottle!

"Too soon, Dave!" Robert hisses.

You cover your mouth with your hands. Already you can feel your eyes welling up.

"Jennifer," Robert says. "After my wife died, I could never imagine entering a life-long relationship with another woman, but now I can't imagine spending another moment away from you. You are patient, and beautiful, and smart, and so exceptionally tolerant of my crazy family and especially my crazy daughters," he takes a second to glare at them. "Jennifer, will you marry me?"

"Oh Robert!" you say, squealing like a girl. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

There another **pop**! Dave has opened a second champaign bottle! Everyone is cheering!

But then you look over at Amber realize something. Something important. Something critical to cement your place in this family.

"BUT ONLY IF...!!" you shout.

Suddenly, the room falls silent, listening. You have conditions? They wonder. You place a hand on Robert's face.

"But only if," you continue, "I get the consent of all your daughters."

Both you and Robert look over towards the daughters: Jane, Catherine, Elizabeth, Amber and Kaitlin. The girls are uniformly delighted and gratified to know that you care about them so much, and that their teasing and pranking (and spanking!) all weekend long has not ruined your relationship.

Your gambit has succeeded! Now there will be no hard feelings between you!

"I give my consent!" Kaitlin is the first to speak up, eliciting cheers. "BUT ONLY IF...!" she says.

The room drops silent.

"But only if you remove your cute crop-top, where did you get it, by the way? And leave it off for the rest of the night!"

"Ooooooooooo!!!" Everyone's enjoying this new development!

Oh no!! You remember what you have under the crop top. It's your special underwear! You feel a pit in your stomach open up. You can't remove your top!!

"Do I have to?" you ask, sounding like a little child. You turn to Robert hoping for him to intercede.

"You did ask for her consent," he says.

You fidget and rock back and forth, trying to figure out what to do. You don't want to remove your top!!

"Do I have to?" you ask Kaitlin.

"Only if you want my consent to marry my father," Kaitlin says, wickedly. "But it's your choice."

You stare at the ceiling, then the ground, then to the opposite wall... anyplace but the faces of the expectant family.

"Okay," you say finally, so nervous your stomach is twisting and your breath comes out in short pants. You grab the bottom of the crop top, it's elasticized, and then pull it over your head, to reveal a tight, pink bandeau bra, heavily stuffed with your enormous tits almost to breaking point, with light-pink, glittery lettering which say...

BIMBO BOOBS

And underneath, in small letters: "Grope Me".

The way it's arranged, the two OOs of BOOBS are centered right over your nipples, which are nice and hard and fully at attention. Does embarrassment cause your nipples to harden, you wonder?

You blush about 90 shades of red, as you hear everyone in the room snort and giggle.

"That's AWESOME," shouts Catherine, breaking into laughter.

"What's are Bimbo-Boobs, Mommy?" Mindy tries to ask before being shushed by her mother.

You look at Robert, who looks straight at your rack, reading it, with a shit-eating grin on his face. You look down and notice that he has the most amazing hard-on tenting his pants! Fortunately, it's hidden by the table.

It's time for the next daughter.

"I give my consent," says Amber, "but only if you remove your skirt, and agree to keep it off all night long!"

Now you remember what your panties say. Oh FUCK, you think. But before you lose your nerve, you close your eyes, your heart going a mile a minute, and unzip your skirt and pull it down.

You panties have a big arrow pointing to your crotch which says 'BIMBO PUSSY' (with "Play with Me!" in small letters underneath). They make you slowly turn around to show everyone, and on your bottom it says "BIMBO BOTTOM" (with "Spank Me" underneath).

WHY DID I EVER BUY THIS SET OF BIMBO UNDERWEAR??? You frantically chastise yourself. You bought them to please Robert, of course, as his hopeful trophy wife. You NEVER thought you'd be displaying this publicly!! And certainly not to his family! Oh god, oh god!

"I give my consent," continues Catherine, "but only if you read the words on your bra, nice and loud so that everyone can hear, and then remove it for the rest of the night."

You gulp, and whimper, feeling more embarrassed than you ever have in your life. You look at Catherine, but she just looks back with a happy smirk.

"Bimbo boobs," you say, reaching to pull off your bandeau bra.

"ALL the words!" Catherine interrupts.

"Gr-grope--"

"From the beginning," she says, enjoying this WAY too much! "And louder!"

"BIMBO BOOBS," you say, finally, nice and loud. "GROPE THEM."

WOULD A HOLE PLEASE OPEN UP AND SWALLOW ME RIGHT NOW??

"We'll just put that right here," says Catherine, arranging the bandeau bra on the table in front of you so the words are clearly visible. "You're doing great!" she whispers in your ear.

"I give my consent," says Elizabeth, "but only if you say ALL of the words on your panties, and then remove them and keep them off for the rest of the night!"

"BIMBO PUSSY," you say, "Play with it. BIMBO BOTTOM..." you hesitate. "Spank it."

This causes a huge series of hooting and hollering as you take off your panties.

"Mommy, why would anyone want to be spanked?" Mindy asks, all innocent, looking at you. You begin to wonder if she's that innocent after all!

**POP**! David pops the cork on a third champaign bottle.

"David!" Jane says. "Too soon!"

"Oh! Sorry!"

"I give you my consent," Jane says. She pauses a very long time, everyone listening intently with curiosity. "I give you my consent," she says, walking over and kissing you, "with your promise that you will do everything in your power to make my Daddy happy, forever."

"I promise!!" you say, feeling tears spring to your eyes. "Yes, forever!"

"Ahem!"

You turn to see Robert on his knees, holding out the ring.

"Now that you have all of my daughters' consent, will you be my wife?"

"Yes!" you say. You hold out your hand, conscious that you are giving yourself into marriage, BUTT NAKED, and Robert slips the ring onto it. You both stand and he hugs you and you kiss and it is the most glorious feeling in the world, to be in this man's arms, with his hard penis pressing into you, and surrounded by the cheering of this warm and friendly (if mischievous!) family. If only you weren't completely naked!!!

"I love you," he says.

You look straight in his eyes. "I love you too."

POP! Dave pops open another bottle and this time, it's perfect. Everyone shouts congratulations and a "Best wishes to the new couple!" cake is brought out and everyone has champaign (or sparkling cider for the children) and cake.