The wedding night begins

A couple hours later, you pull Mike aside. He's buck-naked except for his "Buttslut" collar, covered in sweat and cum, and leaking from his well-used asshole.

"Hey bud. Having a good night?"

"Y-yeah," he mumbles. He's not lying, either: you've seen him blow a few loads throughout the evening, not to mention any more he may have busted while horny guests had him trapped in a side room or kneeling beneath a tablecloth. "...Great wedding, John. Everyone's having a blast."

"Glad to hear it... Listen, I've got another big job for you."

"Oh, uh... Okay..." He drops to his knees, looking up at you expectantly. "Is it gonna be my ass, or--"

"Dude, get up," you laugh, helping him back to his feet. "I want you to pick out Cassandra's mods tonight, then get her to the clinic first thing in the morning. I want her ready to join the harem by the time we leave for the honeymoon--So make sure you double-check with the doctor that all the mods you've picked out can have expedited recovery times. Cost is no object."

"Wait, wait--You're letting me customize Cass?"

"You got it. Now hurry up and grab her, Buttslut. You can do the planning with her or without her, as long as it's done by morning. Take stims if you have to." You reach into your pocket and produce a bottle of "Spermizan: All-Nighter," then hesitate. "...Wait, no, that'll probably make you too horny. Can't have you jerking off when you're supposed to be working... Just have some coffee."

With a slap on the ass, you send him on his way... Then glance down at the bottle.

Well, it IS my wedding night... And I've still got two bimbos to keep busy, after a long day... Screw it.

Tipping the bottle into your palm, you take the maximum recommended dose--And then some.

"John! We're gonna trip," April giggles, as you half-carry her up the stairs. You're both pretty drunk and she's not exactly petite, so it's a difficult journey--But luckily, Peter's standing on the other side to make sure she doesn't topple over.

"Oh no, that would be terrible--We'd all fall over onto Peter, make a nice big fuckpile--That would be the worst!"

You're still laughing and teasing one another as you reach your suite. Peter's had the least to drink (the least liqour, anyway: it's difficult to get smashed when you spend the entire party with a cock down your throat), so you have him unlock the door.

"Thanks, son," you tease, running a hand down his bare back. As always, there's a look of shock on his face--He's still not used to the whole "I just got adopted by the boy who stole my wife" thing. To add to his surprise, you plant a kiss on his huge, plumped-up lips before heading inside.

April's already sitting on the bed, pulling at her skimpy wedding dress. "John... Quit teasing Cumguzzler and get over here, mmm?"

"As you wish." When you drop your pants, both bimbos let out a gasp: the Spermizan has already taken hold, and you're unnaturally hard--Not to mention leaking. A steady drip of thick, off-white pre-cum flows from your bulging head, splattering onto the floor of the elegant hotel room.

"Oh, God..." April bites her lip. "...Take me."

Pushing her down and spreading her legs, you slide your fat member into your new wife. She cries out with pleasure and wraps her arms around you, gazing up into your eyes.

This is... God, this feels good, you think as you begin to pump. I'm actually in love with this woman, and she loves me... This isn't just a perverted fantasy world, it's... It's my new life.

Then you glance over your shoulder, and see Peter watching intently--Fully erect.

...My perverted fantasy life. Would it be rude to have him worship my balls and ass a little while I claim his ex-wife?

"Hey, uh, April--"

"Yes, love," she gasps, giving you a knowing smile. "Get him over here. I don't mind... Ah... I'm g-going to need all the help I c-can get to satisfy this cock..."

Meanwhile, Michael and Cassandra are sitting in her hotel room.

"...So, uh, that's the deal," Mike finishes explaining. He's sitting by her desk in a bathrobe that struggles to contain his bimbo body, showing off plenty of cleavage and thigh. "We're gonna spend the night looking at mods and stuff, and once we decide--"

"Wait, 'we?' John's letting me choose my own mods?" Cassandra's sitting on the edge of her bed, looking a little awkward.

"Uh... Technically he left it up to me, but... Well... I'm not gonna do anything that you don't want. I'm just here to help."

She grins. "Aw, that's... Really sweet, Michael. Thank you."

Mike blushes, then turns to his laptop. "Okay, should we start with the, uh, breasts? They've got to be at least D-cup so that you can... Y'know... But the rest is up to--"

He stops short as Cassandra drops into the chair next to him, leaning in close to get a look at his screen. For the first time in a long time, Mike finds himself embarassed by something other than his humiliating life as a bimbofied fucktoy.

"...To you," he finishes, smiling a little.