Wait for their wedding night

The last two months aren't easy. Dani has to go in for more and more checkups. Every time they comment on the surprisingly small size of her belly. Every time they get her to come in for an extra ultrasound and order blood work to make certain that she and the baby are healthy. Every time the scans come back good or at the least better than average. Dani takes her vitamins and exercises as often as she can.

Her bladder has shrunk so much that she's out of bed twice a night at least. Each time she does some squats and other maneuvers, showing her body who's boss. Empty stomach, full stomach, early morning or while dinner's cooking - it doesn't matter. All that matters is keeping her baby a secret. She's even been forced to start shaving a thin line of fuzz that began growing between her naval and her clit. Dani grumbles each time she's forced to contort and shave it away with the aid of a mirror. Bending and twisting in certain directions is getting very difficult.

Still... it's worth it. Every night when Chad hugs her close, suckles her milk or gives her a thorough fucking while she 'sleeps' Dani grins to herself like a lunatic. In her head every last bit of work she's doing is like a magic spell. She works out, she hides the baby - she tries desperately not to even think about the baby when Chad is near, she organizes the flowers and the problems with the guests. But when this spell is done she will have such a reward. Chad, her loving husband, soon to be a loving father!

The final challenge will be the dress. It had been an epic fight, but she managed to convince her maid of honor to let her dress herself. To convince Sandy she finally had to lose it a little and almost beg: "I've got to do it myself, it's the one thing that's going to keep me calm. I need to - like - zen out, okay? That's the only way I'll be able to walk down the aisle" She really liked the idea of wearing that red dress. After all, she bought it for Chad. But... there were three little problems:

First, despite it all she no longer fits inside it. The dress was an awfully tight squeeze all those months ago. Today it would take some tailoring and Dani isn't about to do that - no need for Chad to be reminded that she's getting thicker, even if he makes the most loving comments when he pats her sides.

Second, though most of her family would think it was just fine there are a few traditionalists among them. She doesn't know what Chad's family will think and she doesn't want people at the wedding thinking she's a little slutty. Best if the baby is the first strange news they hear about her.

Third, and by far the most important, Chad deserves it. He's been amazing, she loves him and he absolutely deserves the perfect bride wearing a beautiful white gown.

Luckily she managed to arrange for a dress that shows off everything but her belly. It's got a finely embroidered halter top that will keep people looking at her breasts, a mermaid silhouette to accentuate her ass, a back covered only with thin, silken straps to show off her flesh and most importantly an empire waist, a style that moves the band of the waist upwards to help hide troublesome tummies. Still a great choice for heavier women, but Dani finds it funny that this style of waist was most popular back in the olden days. A lot of girls pregnant enough to scare the priest, maybe even a few as gravid as her, got married wearing something just like this.

'Okay, that's probably an exaggeration,' Dani thinks to herself as she lays out the gown. Those girls in the pictures had gowns with the waist almost touching the bottoms of their boobs. Even nine months into her pregnancy Dani intends to push every limit. She feels the thin fabric of the long gown - just thin enough to see the outline of her legs through the fabric but not thin enough to be scandalous.

The real reason she doesn't want Sandy around is what she needs to do before the gown goes on. First she puts on the girdle, carefully selected so that it's invisible under the dress. Not only does it tighten up her waist that last little bit, but it also conceals any movements coming from within her womb. Her little one would really mess things up if someone saw a hand or foot pressing against the inside of her wedding dress at around belly button level. Dani sucks her lungs upward and ties the restrictive girdle into place.

This immediately leads to the next issue. Her stomach gurgles and her intestines shift to make more room for her baby. The laxatives Dani's taken for the last few days have done good work, so good that Dani will be wearing a butt plug down the aisle. After one last great purge in the washroom Dani starts working the plug into place.

The corner of her mouth curls up into a smile. Even though she plans to hide this from Chad, from everyone, it's so perverse that she can help herself. Once again something done out of necessity has become something she finds exciting, racy! 'Damn but I'm a twisted girl,' she thinks to herself as she slides her second passenger into place. A few pumps on the little bulb and Dani will be safe all through the reception.

Another job she's saved till the last moment is to milk her overly productive breasts. Granted, on a white dress it would be harder to spot. Granted she's got a thin layer of absorbent tissue folded inside her bra. It's just not something she wants to deal with on her big day. She and Chad briefly toyed with the idea of a theme wedding but dressing Dani as a milk maid was not an option they discussed. 'Mind you, if Chad had wanted it...', Dani shakes her head, 'no, concentrate on today,' she admonishes herself.

At last she can worm her way into the dress itself, a task that was clearly meant to be done with help. 'I really know how to make my life difficult,' Dani thinks as she slides into the dress like a trussed up inchworm. It's so tight - will it really fit? Then the fabric shifts a little and Dani gets her shoulders through. 'Like a snake getting back into its old skin' Dani thinks as she examines the results in the mirror.

The dress was carefully and deliberately tailored about an inch too small for her. Some women try to diet their way into a slimmer dress for the wedding, a trick few manage. Pregnancy be damned Dani actually did it. 'All those whiny bitches just didn't have the willpower.' she thinks as she poses in front of the floor length mirror. What looks back is a stylish and drop dead sexy bride. 'Damn, never mind Chad, I'd do me!' she thinks, nearly falling over in a fit of happy giggling.

Perhaps the dress is a little more toward sexy than she'd intended, but oh well. If Chad's family doesn't like it they can all suck cock. She doesn't have to guess if Chad will like the look - hopefully he's tied down that trouser snake or else he's going to knock something over when he sees her.

After doing her makeup she finally puts on the veil. Perfect, just that hint of restraint the rest of the outfit needed. Something to push it back from slutty and into sultry instead.

When she walks out Sandy is just about to knock on her door. Her friend's jaw drops. "Wow" she says, almost breathlessly, "I never saw the whole..." she just flails her arms in Dani's general direction "uh, package before. Just wow!"

"Thanks Sandy, that is definitely what I want to hear. Hey, how's my backside?"

Sandy circles Dani and finally gives her a gentle hug. "You are the most beautiful bride ebberrr" she says, starting to cry half-way through.

"Sandy, Sandy, it feels like you're the one getting married."

"Yebs, snifff, sorry, sorry! I'm such a mess right now. How are you staying so calm?"

Dani just giggles and gives the butt plug a little squeeze to reposition it. "I told you getting myself dressed was what I needed. Besides, this... just feels right."

At last she takes up her position, her father ready to take her to meet Chad, her mother weeping tears of joy. Dani can feel every eye on her but she only cares about two eyes in particular. Chad's eyes look shocked, amazed, hungry. And that's all Dani needed to make it through all of this. The ceremony is like a dream, it's as if she's watching a Dani shaped puppet and pulling the right strings at the right time.

"Do you?" "Yes"

"Does he?" "Yes" OH YES!

Mumble, mumble,

Passionate kiss...

Dancing, partying, sexy smoky looks, more kisses... is it that time already?