Time for the ceremony

June spent the next several minutes checking, double-checking, and triple-checking her dress, making sure that no one would be able to notice her lack of underwear, and that her massive tits would not accidentally spill out.

Finally there was a knock at the door. “It's time, June.” Came her father's voice.

“Coming!” Replied the bride, suddenly feeling nervous once more. She took a deep breath to try and calm down, then opened the door and left the dressing room – and her discarded panties – behind.

As June stood before the double doors leading to the main hall, where all the guests and her future husband were waiting, she started to feel nervous again. “Everything will be alright.” Her father's calm voice put an end to it right away – it seemed something in her expression had clued him in on how she felt. “Thanks, dad. I'm ready now.” She gave him a grateful before taking another deep breath and calming down.

Finally the double doors opened and slowly June walked down the aisle, accompanied by her father. Every step shook her pillow breasts and she felt really glad she had checked her dress one last time before the ceremony. Had she not done so she might have suffered an embarrassing incident during the walk, in front of all the gathered guests. She might have died from embarrassment had that happened.

Every slow step not only brought June closer to her future husband, but also reminded her that she was not wearing panties. But there were no whispers to hint at anything being wrong, so clearly no one could tell, just as Marie had assured her. No one would know, apart from the few who already knew, much to her relief.

Quite a few of the people present were staring at June, checking her out. Most at least did it discreetly, though a few were quite open about ogling her, especially her boobs. Some of the guests were trying to hide their boredom, clearly there because of the free food and drinks they would get after the ceremony, rather than because they cared about June, Eric, or the wedding. And then there was Sarah, looking rather unhappy. The bride pretended to not notice the blonde slut.

At last June reached her destination and the main part of the ceremony began. The next several minutes were a blur to the young bride. There was a speech by the priest, vows were exchanged, rings were exchanged, a chaste kiss was shared... and she barely remembered any of it, overcome by nervousness and emotions, her body acting on autopilot. Thankfully there were videos and pictures taken that she could look at later.

Finally it all ended and June was married to the man she loved more than anything in the world. Yet a traitorous part of her could not help but be excited about her later “date” with Marie...