The Bride of Course

Heather had originally questioned the downsize from a banquet hall to this hotel in their wedding planning. But, after the extra grooming services the hotel provided she was feeling better than ever about it today. All her nervousness was gone, her dress pick, the bridesmaid’s dresses, the flowers... The now completed ceremony.

Everything seemed so perfect, she was feeling elated at finally being wed, at everything going almost seamlessly, even better than seamlessly now that they were at the hotel. Her body tingled all over in excitement and pleasure. Something she took for granted to be normal, as she also thought about getting alone with Jason tonight for their first night together, as wife and husband.

As they hustled to the elevator to greet people at the reception her mind thought of how good the wedding party looked, mild thoughts of how likely they all were to get some tonight circled her mind around the center piece of her anticipation of trying to have the best sex of her relationship.

That sex growing dirty, raunchier, and more animalistic with each moment, the slow, sensual, loving sex she had anticipated displaced by the Idol's influence and the excited tingles across her body in response to the increasingly lurid thoughts. Maybe she'd even try something new...

As Heather and Jason gathered together for their photos, both alone, together, and with their dearest friends and family the slow boil of the thoughts and ideas accelerated. As the camera consumed pieces of her soul with each picture it also distorted her perception. Their inhibitions being planed away, leaving an increasingly smooth acquiescent mind, eager to offer their soul.

She didn't wonder how her bleach white dress had become an of white steel like grey. She didn't miss the ball gown as the corrupted dress shed that feature. In fact she was thankful she had gone with a mermaid dress, flaunting the flare of her hips, and shelf of her ass, its corseted strapless top flaunting her increasingly full cleavage. Her mind thought of how she'd have regretted hiding her wonderful body beneath the white ball gown with covered breasts and shoulders. Her mind wondered how she could have considered it as a close second.

Excited thoughts raced through her mind as she and Jason greeted each guest as they entered the hall for dinner. Each consecutive hug, and innocent kiss growing the perverse thoughts and intentions planted in each of them.

At one point Heather began to wonder what she had done, her mind starting to make a list of friends she'd gladly fuck if given the chance, wait.. did she just add a second cousin to that list? She was too busy questioning the mental thoughts to feel guilty about them, or wonder if it wasn't just naturally her.

At times she and Jason would exchange seemingly knowing looks, as if they both were thinking and feeling the same thoughts.

As the guests trickling in ended they rushed to finish the drinks that the bar had been fortunately feeding them, preparing to quickly give their appreciation to the room gathered for their nuptials and eat quickly. After all, they wanted to try visiting each table before the tables were cleared and the dancing was to begin.

Circling the room after dinner the night felt like it was rushing by, Heather had already lost track of how many drinks she had, some little voice cried out in concern, only to be crushed by an overwhelming feeling of, ‘I got this'.

There were increasingly fewer questions of her corrupted thoughts, more she was grateful for them. Heather couldn't imagine not recognizing how attractive her cousins were, hell she was even thinking about how her brother had to be at least a half decent fuck, he was always surrounded by women.

With each reinforcing agreement her deceived and increasingly corrupted mind made her soul lose more of its tenuous grip on its owner. She didn't know she was changing, she wouldn't believe it. She was just grateful she didn't look or think like she subconsciously knew she had. Her mind was all too welcoming to the new persona overwriting her old one, physically and mentally.

As the night went on she relished the mesh like nature of the corset top, unaware of how the lacy top had been reshaping and exposing her skin as the increasingly dark dress shed its virgin and pure symbolism, representing the underlying changes within its wearer. As she had her first dance with her father she was relieved she hadn't gone with a mermaid dress, relishing flaunting her smooth legs through the now formed leg slit, smiling with thoughts of how it extended all the way to her hip.

She looked at her father wondering how she had never appreciated how youthful he looked for his age, her mind thinking about how she'd hit on him at a bar if she were single. By the time the dance ended her thoughts had drifted so far as to think about how much she would've enjoyed a hand sliding through her dresses leg slit and grabbing her exposed ass.

A desire her new husband soon fulfilled as they embarked on their first dance, applauded by all those watching, encouraging their increasingly public displays.

As the dance floor filled with guests and the DJ kicked off the night, Heather was excited by how much everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. The dance floor was quickly packed, people lingered about with obvious growing attraction. Heather was even amused to see one guest giving a blow job in a seating area in the hall.

“We need you upstairs.” The whispered words were serious and in stark contrast of the tone of everything else. Seeing that is was Taylor Heather knew it couldn't wait.

Heather turned to Jason, “I'll be right back honey, they probably just want to sort the bouquet throw.” Heather commented, resenting deep down having to leave her reception.