June has a visitor

June briefly wondered what life would have been like were she a blonde, perhaps with an enormous chest, but she quickly dismissed such thoughts. The young woman was happy with her bosom and she loved her long, silky black hair.

A sound came upon the heavy dressing room door. It wasn't the sharp rap of knuckles on wood, rather, it sounded as though someone was knocking with a heavy ball of meat.

"H-hello?" June was nonplussed by the pounding at the door. She didn't know why, but there was something off about it. Something disturbing. "You can't come in here. Go find Helen if you need help with something."

The door swung slowly open.

June found herself repulsed by the overweight, greasy man on the far side. That he hadn't bathed in some time was obvious even before the wave of B.O. washed over her. He was fat, filthy and his ill fitted suit did little to make him look respectable. But what really made her skin crawl was the wide, yellow smile he made with blubbery lips. That and the long suppressed memories he brought back to the surface of her mind.

"Ben? What the fuck?! Get out of here. Get the fuck out!"

He ran one meaty paw through his greasy hair and stepped into the room. With a flick of his ankle he sent the door swinging closed behind him.

"Come on June, you forgive me for all those things I did in highschool, right?"

She wouldn't. She couldn't. She did.

"I- Just- Yes."

A part of her soul died with the word.

"And you're happy I'm here to give you my opinion, right?"

"Of course."

"So give me a spin. Show me what you've got going on."

The bride did as she was told and spun for the pig. She spun and spun, faster and faster. Her dress, cut just at her knees, billowed up to her thighs to expose her white stockings and lacy garters.

"Alright, that's enough." Ben gripped the tent in his pants while running his vile tongue over his lips. "I'm going to make some much needed adjustments. You'll look better when I'm done."

"I- alright."

Every part of her screamed at the thought, but June for some reason was certain his adjustments would make her look better. She was, after all, happy to have his opinion. The fat sack of shit rummaged around in the dressing room until he found a pair of scissors. He then dropped to his knees, shuffled to the bride and got to work.

"So, June, be honest with me, you ever fuck around behind Eric's back?"

"What? No, never. I love him."

"Love him enough to let him pound your back door?"

"That's disgusting, Ben. It's unnatural."

The pig snorted.

"You always were a stuck up cunt, you know that?" He snipped away at her dress. "Why'd it take so long for you two to get married?"

June was taken aback by the somewhat normal question.

"We, well, we were young in highschool. We were both still growing and as much as we loved eachother we knew we would change as we grew older. I guess we were both afraid of committing our lives to something that wasn't certain. But it's been years since then and our relationship is stronger then ever. Eric and I had might as well already be married. So it-eep!"

She jumped at the feeling of greasy sausage fingers dancing across her inner thigh. Ben grabbed her ass and leg and held her close, breathing deep.

"Fuck you smell nice."

"I- ugh, thank you."

"Does Eric appreciate that you don't smell like ass?"

"I, what?"

"You know, any time he left his things unattended back in highschool I'd to rub my ass on them."

"Ugh, I know. And I-" Her jaw tried to lock itself, but Ben's commands denied her struggle. "I forgive you."

Ben gave her a yellow smile. He breathed deep of her womanhood before struggling to bring his fat body back to a standing position.

"That gives me an idea, actually."

He undid his belt and let his pants fall to the floor, there was nothing underneath. June took one look at his grotesque tool and looked away.

"Ha. You'll get a close up soon enough, but first..." The pig turned and leaned forward over a side table. "...why don't you get your pretty little face in there."

It was a nightmare. It had to be. What was happening couldn't possibly be real. June was certain that at any moment she would wake and all would be well.

The bride approached the slob and dropped to her knees. Tears streaked down her face. Despite every fiber of her being begging her to stop she leaned forward and pressed her face against his sagging, misshapen crack. The stink of stale sweat and ass filled nostrils and brought up a mouthful of vomit she instinctively swallowed. Ben didn't hesitate to reach back, take her by the head and ram her further into his disgusting rear.

"Fuck yeah, it's been years since I wiped my ass with Eric's stuff. Come on bitch, really get in there. Use your tongue, go all in."

June stopped struggling, grabbed Bens thighs and properly **** her face into his ass.

"Oh shit. Why didn't I ever make Crystal do this? Fuck, slut, you really love eating my ass, don't you?"

She did. June couldn't explain why, but she did. The bride kissed, licked and tongued the fat pigs ass with a smile on her face. She dove into her meal with reckless abandon while reaching a silky glove between his legs. With Ben's swollen shaft of meat in hand the young woman went all in eating and jacking her disgusting guest. It wasn't long before Ben could hear her moaning into his ass.

"Come on you filthy slut, cum from eating my shit hole."

Her body had been commanded to cum and so it had. Nothing was held back, it was an orgasm as intense as could be produced by the human body. The scream that accompanied her mind shattering pleasure would have brought plenty of witnesses had it not been muffled by Ben's fat ass.

June collapsed from the overpowering, unnatural sensation.

It was a knocking at the door that brought the raven haired beauty back to consciousness. Some time had passed and the ceremony was about to begin. She rushed to fix her tear streaked and ass smudged makeup before putting herself in front of the standing mirror for one last look. Ben had cut her dress short. So short it hardly covered her front. She turned to see that it didn't fully cover her rear, the bottoms of her toned ass cheeks were clearly visible. It was as mini as a skirt could get while still functioning as a skirt.

June couldn't deny that she looked better.

But she could look better still. Without instruction, without command, the blushing bride slipped her lacy underwear down her legs. The corrupting nature of Ben's new talent had already set in and begun a subtle, insidious manipulation. It was a toxin in her mind, something hidden beneath the commands.

Ben considered having some fun with the bridesmaids, but a sudden migraine had killed the mood. His brain throbbed against his skull. Knives danced in his grey matter. It was too much. He popped his pain killers, pills of such potency as to be illegal, and chose to sit and wait for the ceremony. Never before had he used his talent so many times in a day, or on so many people.

He was sure he'd be fine.