Wedding, Part 1

Chase yawned and stretched in bed, awoken by the pleasurable feeling of a mouth on his dick, soft slurping and moans coming from under the blanket. The light from the sunrise streaming through the windows. Throwing off the blanket he revealed the muscular form of Rachel. The athletic college girl was wearing a My Little Pony pajama onesie, clearly several sizes too small. The sleeves and legs only came down to mid forearm and calf and were tearing a bit from the strain. The muscles in her biceps and thighs also clearly pushed against the tight material of the onesie. The zipper up the front was completely undone, her large, perky tits hanging out, and her six pack abs also visible. Besides the onesie, all she had on was a diaper, which appeared to be slightly bulging. Rachel herself was preoccupied giving an enthusiastic blowjob to Chase.

“Hey there baby girl. You enjoying your pacifier?”

Popping off his cock, she grinned and responded in a high pitched voice. “Yes Daddy! You’re sooooo yummy!” before diving back, down, lovingly kissing his cockhead, swirling it with her tongue.

“Did you have an accident last night?” Chase says, grinning.

Her face falls. “Yes Daddy…I couldn’t hold it….i’m such a naughty girl.”

“As soon as your done there, have your mom change you then.” He said, groaning from pleasure. Reaching down he gripped her head, and began to forcefully thrust into her throat, cutting off any reply other than muffled groans of pleasure. It didn’t take long before he began cumming, filling her mouth with his seed. Getting up, he glanced down at the muscular co-ed, laughing again at her ridiculous attire. She was panting, drooling cum out of her mouth, cross-eyed from pleasure.

Stretching, he threw on a pair of tight jockeys and walked downstairs, calling out. “Karla, your slut daughter needs to be changed!”

Looking up from where she was working on wedding preparations, wearing nothing but the booty shorts from yesterday, her eyes immediately went to his cock. Licking her lips she replied giggling “Which one? Trash bin slut or baby slut?”

Laughing along with her, Chase answered. “Baby slut. Oh nice, you have the collar stuff for your mom ready.”

Just then the door bell rang. “Speak of the devil. That should be her. You go take care of Rachel. I’ll get your mom situated.”

Standing at the door was Karla’s mother, Mari. The older woman was in many ways an older version of her daughter. Big tits and a nice fat ass kept in shape by daily aerobics. Standing behind her were Karla’s two sisters. The older one, Michelle, was even bustier than Karla, while her younger sister, Kristi, was more petite.

“Ah, I see the petting zoo has arrived” I laugh, wiggling my hips, sending my cock wiggling in the too tight jockeys.

Immediately, Mari’s tongue lolled out of her mouth as she began panting. She squatted down into a sitting position and whined loudly before letting out a plaintive bark.

“Awww, who’s a good doggy-slut?” Chase said condescendingly, patting the older woman’s head, sending her rear end shaking as she “wagged” her tail in response to his praise. “And who could forget your fuck-pig daughters!” The two women had also dropped to all fours at the sight of Chase’s cock, letting out loud oinks and piggy squeals.

Karla walked up to the door, struggling as she cradled Rachel in her arms. Rachel had been changed into a new diaper and was now wearing a sundress that was, again, several sizes too small. She was nuzzled up and nursing on her mothers chest, suckling contentedly. “Oh god, she is such a doggy-slut!”

“Yep, and your sisters might be even hungrier fuck-pigs than you!” Chase said, sending both her and Karla into a fit of laughter. Even Rachel giggled around Karla’s tit, although she had an expression on her face like she didn’t really understand what was going on. “Ok, lets get them ready for the petting zoo at the ceremony.” Chase grabbed one of the bags that Karla had brought home yesterday. After cutting away their clothes, he pulled out a dog tail butt plug and two pig tail plugs, sliding them into each of the girls, eliciting a several oinks of pleasure from the fuck-pigs. Next was some costume pig noses for each of the two younger woman, and a fetish dog one for Mari.

The wedding party was in full swing. Chase smiled as he surveyed all the events he put into motion for this special day. Looking over he watched the entertainment for a while.

Max’s mother and sisters were dressed as three themed exotic clowns and were currently doing their warm up routine before the main show started. They had each chosen a slightly different clown persona. Max’s mom was wearing the traditional clown face paint, white base, black around the eyes, red nose and red exaggerated lips. On her head she was wearing a brightly colored rainbow afro. The clown name she had adopted was “Titsy” and this was represented in her costume choice. She had on oversized clown shoes and the large waisted oversized clown pants held up by suspenders. Other than those suspenders, she was topless, large breasts swaying. Currently she was pretending to “juggle” her big tits. Max’s oldest sister, her face painted up similar to her mothers, but wearing a bright pink wig with pink tails, had adopted the persona of “Cunty”. Her costume consisted of oversized clown shoes and then a very, very short skirt held up only by suspenders, covering basically nothing. Her pussy hair was dyed a similar bright pink and shaved into an arrow pointing down. On various parts of her body the word “CLUSSY” was written crudely. Currently she was doing a variety of splits while gyrating her hips. Max’s youngest sister had assumed the name “Derriere”. Her outfit had the customary face paint, and oversized shoes, but otherwise consisted of nothing but a pair of booty shorts with the ass completely removed. Currently she was removing what seemed to be an endless string of anal beads from her ass, as Chase and Max had predicted, each bulb coming out causing her to give out an exaggerated look of surprise. Currently she was up to 15 beads, and as she pulled out the 16th, the whole thing came out with a pop. She celebrated with a silly little dance, twerking her big ass the entire time.

Max walked up and playfully elbowed Chase in the ribs. “Told you they’d put on an amazing show, Chase!”

Looking at Max, Chase couldn’t help but laugh. The wedding outfit he picked out for the former “man’s man” was dressed in another pair of Karla’s pink panties, the only accessory for it was a custom tie that Chase had ordered, black with the word “CUCK” in block letters down it. He grabbed Max in a headlock and began vigorously rubbing his knuckles on his scalp, giving him a rough noogie. “Your little sis has quite the dumptruck…or should I say clown car!”

“WAARRGFGHH…OW OW OW!” Max let out a wail as Chase’ knuckles dug into his scalp, while simultaneously trying to hold in a grin at the bully antics.

“Cmon max, lets get a closer look.” Chase laughed as he dragged Max over, still in the headlock, to the stage, and shoved his face into his sisters ass.

Pearl let out a huff of anger. Nothing she had said, no argument she had made, had convinced her parents that this wedding was a bad idea. Currently, her parents and Chase had put her in charge of the “children’s area”, which considering the X-rated nature of the wedding, consisted solely of her older sister Rachel, still claiming she needed a new childhood with a “real” man as her father. Rachel was playing in the “petting zoo” which consisted of a pen off to the side of the yard with both of Karla’s sisters, in their pig outfits rolling around in the mud and rutting with each other.

Rachel clapped her hands and giggled childishly. “PIGGY! Silly piggy!” Dropping to all fours the muscular young woman began crawling towards her muddy aunts.

“Rachel! Stop, you’ll ruin your wedding dress!” Pearl didn’t want to intervene. She obviously didn’t care about the wedding. But she just knew that she’d be blamed if anything ruined the ceremony, and she shuddered to think of what degradations that would bring.

Rachel’s head snapped towards Pearl. “Sissy? Rachie hunggy.”

“Ugh…I can get you a plate I guess.”

“No sissy! Rachie want milk!” Without warning, her older sister waddled towards her, grabbing her in a bear hug which the smaller girl had no chance to escape.

“Rachel, NO! I’m not your mom!”\

Ignoring her pleas, Rachel bore her sister to the ground, pulling at the top of her dress, freeing her modest tits and latching on.

Pearl squealed as Rachel began sucking on her chest, cooing happily despite the fact there was no milk. Pearl shoved hard sending her older sister reeling back into the mud, tearing her own dress in the process.

“WAAAAHHHHH!” Rachel burst into tears. “W-why you p-push me!! WAAAAAHHH!!!”

Pearl covered her chest with her arm as several wedding guests turned to look at the spectacle, frowning and whispering amongst themselves.

Suddenly, Karla stomped over, a furious look on her face. “Pearl! You had one job, and now look at you! You’re dress is ripped and baby Rachel is covered in mud! Are you going out of your way to ruin my wedding day!?”

Karla roughly grabbed Rachels hair and bent her over her knee, *SMACK*

“Ahh mommy, no!” *SMACK* “Ahhh I’m sorry!” *SMACK* “Please I’ll be good!”

The spanking continued for several minutes, Pearls bottom turning bright red, several wedding guests even coming over and offering their assistance so Karla’s hand wouldn’t be tired for her wedding night.

"Now, clean up your sister. I need to go get ready for the actual ceremony!"