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Swallowing hard, you turn to April and begin:

“April, I’m here today to promise the world to you. I pledge to fuck you every day, value you every hour, and love you every second.”

So far, so good. You’ve practiced the words a hundred times... In front of the mirror, yes, but also to the top of Peter’s bobbing head, or with your notes laid across Mike’s bubble butt as you plow it.

“No matter what I do to your family, and no matter who I make you become, my cock and my heart will always belong to you. They will be shared, yes, but never stolen...”

You trail off as a loud grunting sound catches your attention. In the middle of the aisle about rows back, a woman is being gangbanged mercilessly. No fewer than six young men have her pinned to the ground, and at first you can’t tell who she is: after all, you can only see her stiletto heels sticking in the air, a hint of stocking, and two hands dutifully pumping her molesters’ cocks.

You soon recognize one of the boys, though, and realize that it’s the Hutchinson family... The mayor of your town, and her five sons. The sixth man appears to be a wild card: he’s one of Mike’s cousins, if memory serves, but he’s pumping Mrs. Hutchinson’s throat like it belongs to him.

Her daughter and husband are both sitting off to the side, looking embarrassed as their eyes dart between you and their rutting family members. The boys are making no effort to be quiet, the sounds of groaning and the slap of flesh on flesh drowning out the ceremony as they stuff their mother’s holes. One young man seems to be spanking Mrs. Hutchinson... At least when he can reach her ass through the pile of writhing bodies.

As you watch, one boy dumps his load in her pussy and returns to his seat. As he looks back toward the front, towards you, you realize with a start that you haven’t spoken in several seconds.

“I, uh...” You clear your throat. “I promise to cherish you for the rest of my days, and...”

You stumble through a few more vows, but your attention is drifting again. This crowd is horny, even by this world’s fucked-up standards... Maybe it’s because most of the guests are either horny young men or D-cup-plus women. If there are any social conventions about not interrupting a damn wedding ceremony, they’re being ignored.

A few feet to your left, the priest has resumed facefucking Peter, rubbing his cock on his pillowy lips between thrusts. In the front row, your dad is still bouncing Mike’s fat ass on his cock. Your coworkers and the Hutchinson family are engaged in two separate gangbangs, seemingly competing for the title of “nastiest and most distracting orgy.” Erika, Paige, the Greenes... everywhere you look, someone’s humping a busty woman.

The only island of calm in the rowdy audience is the back left row. Dr. Emmet Pearson is sitting there, surrounded by an entourage of perfectly-sculpted, ultra-fake bimbos. The doctor, a friend of Peter’s, is responsible for every transformation that you’ve inflicted upon your new family. The women are his nurses and assistants, all of whom you’ve taken for a spin at one point or another (usually in the waiting room of his clinic).

As you look back, Dr. Pearson meets your gaze and gives you a smile. He’s a rather old-fashioned looking man in a dark suit and purple vest, peering at you over his round reading glasses. Every time you see him you feel as though you recognize him from somewhere, perhaps from your old life back in the real, boring world—

“Ahem.” The priest clears his throat, bringing you back on track.

“And... And I cannot wait to build a new life with you at my side,” you finish, running a hand gently down one April’s massive breasts before placing it on her hip.

Leaning into your touch, she begins her own vows:

“John, I have known and cherished you for so long. You’ve grown from a kind boy into a loving man... And now, you’re the only real man in my life. While I will always cherish my son Michael and my former-husband Peter, you have blessed us all with a new life and higher purpose.”

Sensing that it’s a crucial moment, the priest lets go of Peter and allows him to crawl out from behind the podium and to your side. Wiping his sticky lips with the back of his hand, he stays kneeling and caresses your leg.

In the front row of the audience, your father has just finished pumping his cum into Mike. Seeing what’s happening he pushes the bimbo onto the floor, smacking him on the ass to encourage him to join you onstage. Mike takes hold of your other leg, placing a hand gently on your rear end.

“I promise to love you unconditionally, with my mind, heart, and whatever body you choose for me. I will never falter in my service, nor allow your other toys... Your new children... To neglect you for a single second.” She glances down at Mike and Peter, who both plant a few kisses on your legs. “We will be yours, for as long as you desire us.”

As she finishes, the priest takes over: “May your service give him cause to desire you forever,” he says solemnly, “and may he remain a man deserving of such love and happiness. Now, I invite you all to join hands or bodies as we complete this union.”

Several of the male guests who aren’t already inside a busty woman scramble to find one. Meanwhile, the flatter girls and less-horny boys hold hands with whoever’s closest.

Then Carol steps forward, producing the wedding bands. They’re somewhat unconventional: yours is blue while April’s is pink, and they’d look like toys or costume jewelry if it weren’t for their high-quality, metallic appearance.

Taking the sparkling rings from Carol, the priest continues: “John, please place this ring on April’s finger and repeat after me: I take you as my own, for now and always.”

You obey, looking your bride in the eyes. They’re bright, blue, and kind, as always... And you think you can see a few tears forming.

“April, please place this ring on John’s finger and repeat after me: I am first among your property, for now and always.”

“I... I am first among your property,” April says breathily. For the first time since you met her so many years ago, she looks well and truly overwhelmed. “N-now and always,” she finishes, gulping back tears of happiness.

Seeing the effect you’re having on her has you in a haze. You have no idea how much of April’s seemingly-real love comes from your new powers or the nature of this alternate universe, but it’s intoxicating either way. Luckily, it’s the priest’s turn to speak again:

“I leave you and those present with this final blessing. May the road rise to meet you, the wind be always at your back, and the sun shine warm on your face. May you always find a place to empty your seed, or a needful man to empty within you. May the rose never lose its sweet scent, and the rain fall soft upon your fields. Until we meet again, may you feel all the blessings of Charles above.”

That last sentence throws you for a loop: you could’ve sworn it was “God above” in the script, and at the rehearsal... But there’s no time to think about it as the priest moves on to the final lines of the ceremony.

“By the power vested in me by man, God, and John Doe himself, it is my honor and delight to declare that you are now married.” He gives you a nod. “I am proud to present Mr. and Mrs. Doe. John, you may do what you will with the bride.”

Stepping forward, you slip free of the two bimbos at your feet. Then you pull April into an embrace, kissing her deeply: for all your perversions, you still believe that a simple kiss is the right way to seal a marriage...

...But you don’t stop there. Soon your tongue is dancing in her mouth while your hands roam across bare flesh and elegant lace alike. One second you’re playing with her nipples, and the next you’re feeling her pussy through the sheer white thong beneath her slitted skirt.

All the while, the crowd is cheering and clapping. You hear your father whoop long and loud, as well as the muffled cries of the women who happen to have their mouths full. As soon as they begin to die down, you decide that it’s time to give them something new to cheer about.

You guide April to the floor, laying her on her back. Then you gently remove her thong, running a finger over the damp lace before holding it up for all to see.

“For those who haven’t read the program for today’s ceremony, we have a special treat in store for you,” the priest says. “The lucky lady who catches the bride’s undergarment will receive a valuable and one-of-a-kind prize.”

While he doesn’t explain any further, the mystery only seems to fuel the guests’ excitement. Soon every woman is standing... Though some of the more well-endowed guests look a bit unsteady their feet, after being plowed through the entire ceremony.

“Good luck,” you say with a grin, before burying your face between April’s huge tits. Once you’re blinded by soft skin, you chuck the thong towards the audience as hard as you can.