She's The Bride

She was the bride. She was meant to be the center of attention. A source of envy for the room. This was HER night.

But how could she be that? What was she doing wrong compared to couples canoodling in the hallways? The women fucking at the dance?

Be like them.

The thought seemed foreign, yet welcoming in the breadth of warmth and pleasure that cascaded through her.

Heather glared at her reflection with growing sexual hunger and desire. Her want to invite the Idol's influence into her mind, her body thoroughly corrupted by her transitioning dress.

Standing up straight with renewed purpose and intent Heather groped herself looking to her bridesmaids, she could feel the darkness rooted in them, the ambient energies of the Idol's subtle influence growing in power all around them. Even imbued in the very hotel itself.

Clenching the cups of her breasts she ripped them free, shedding them in commitment to finishing the dresses transformation. As her now F cup breasts hung perfectly atop the corset Heather reach to the top of the now corset high leg slit...

Cleanly ripping the front piece of fabric free, exposing her bald glistening folds.

“Now that is a dress.” Claire almost drunkenly stated, draping herself across Heather's left shoulder from behind, kissing the bride's bare shoulder as her hand reached down, a finger slipping into Heather's warm moist pussy to a purr of pleasure.

Turning to kiss Claire deeply, Heather guided the bridesmaid fingering her around, guiding the woman's face to her breasts, gasping in pleasure as she felt Claire's plump lips suckling corrupt breast milk as she rolled a finger across Heather's clit.

Looking to Paula, Heather pulled her to her right breast, Paula playing with both breasts as Claire dropped to her knees to kiss seductively across Heather's mons while grabbing her ass and pulling Heather into her eager lips.

Heather leaned back and moaned clenching the styled hair of her bridesmaids relishing the pleasure saturating her voracious body. As Claire's tongue hungrily lapped at Heather's clit, her fingers curled up into Heather's wet pussy.

Paula meanwhile fingered herself massaging Heather's perfect breasts with one hand while satiating her thirst for further corruption from the other.

To all three women, nothing could seem more perfect, more natural, more true to their darkening impulses.

“Mmm… I think we're about ready to end the dance.” Heather moaned looking down at the yellow iris and green eyes of her bridesmaids, the two women returning a knowing smile as all three felt the will of the Idol heavily upon their minds.

Finally ready to give themselves fully. Eager to be rewarded for their fealty.

Composing herself for her parade to the head table, Heather threw her hair over her shoulders before looking to her to maids. “Paula, go make sure the best man is ready. Claire… Go get my parents and in-laws to the head table. You'll know what to do when the time comes.”