It’s time to marry Pauline

Thanks to my new salary, I’ve got enough to get the wedding with Pauline off the ground. The two of us head to a secluded shop, run by a pretty young woman – that was important to me. As soon as I walked in, I looked the shop assistant straight in the eye and, as her eyes lit up blue, I ordered her to become a pervert, taking pleasure in dressing lesbians in sexy dress, having no problem flirting and having sex with women customers, and enjoying wearing diapers whenever she can.

We’ve agreed that each of us will wear a stunning, full-skirted wedding dress, with lace and a fairly low neckline, to suit our full busts.

Pauline looks radiant, and just as time seems to stand still whilst we watch her with love and tenderness, that entity within me wants to play a trick on me again: the urge to have a massive poo takes hold, forcing me to soil myself in several goes, in a humiliating position (much to the amusement of the other two women). My soiled nappy grows bigger and bigger, until the dress is just voluminous enough to continue hiding it.

As I drop to all fours, I’m like a dog looking anxiously at her mistress, which seems to give her some ideas. Pauline makes me walk over to her and orders me to lick her body, whilst she kiss the shop assistant. After a few minutes of foreplay, Pauline moved behind me, lifted up my dress and took me from behind: rubbing her nappy against my bottom, we both reached orgasm very quickly.

After you’ve finished enjoying each other, you all come to your senses and act as if nothing happened. The saleswoman finishes advising you on accessories, and you finally choose a veil that you can lift during the ceremony.

You lead your entire harem—along with a few other people you’ve hypnotized as needed (the boss’s wife or the saleswoman at the bridal shop, for example)—toward the mountains, to a secluded spot. After a few hours of preparation, delayed by sexy moments, spankings, peeing and pooping, and passionate kisses, we were ready for the ceremony.

In reality, this ceremony isn’t meant to actually marry us, but solely to fulfill my fantasies of wearing a wedding dress and having an orgy together.

I slip into this absolutely gorgeous wedding dress, and I feel so good in it. I’m also going to put on my makeup and pull my hair back into a ponytail. It’s actually grown long and is completely blonde now. Finally, I cover my eyes with the veil, and then my mother will walk me down the aisle to the makeshift altar we’ve set up. Everyone in my harem is wearing sexy dresses with plunging necklines, and it's easy to see through them the diaper, even though they’re all clean. As for Jessica, in her maid’s outfit, we’ve tied her hands and feet to humiliate her. I walk nervously toward the altar and realize that I no longer really have any memories of my life before. Little by little, they fade away, leaving room only for the perpetual pleasure of my new life.

So, I see Pauline, my future wife, looking stunning in her wedding dress, with a mischievous smile on her lips. I walk up to the altar, and I have only one desire: to throw myself at her. My boss’s wife is serving as the master of ceremonies, and she’s holding a riding crop. She has us say a few words to seal our union. I kiss Pauline tenderly for the first time. Then, the master of ceremonies cracks her riding crop against my padded butt: that’s the signal. I throw myself at Pauline.