Toasts from your loved ones

The many round tables of the reception hall are buzzing with activity. The guests are laughing, chatting, eating, drinking... You're happy to see everyone having such a good time; perverted theatrics aside, it's exactly the kind of wedding you always wanted. You and your new family leave the throne of pillows to gather around your own table: just you, April, Mike, Peter, Carol, and Susan.

One after another, some of the most important people in your life stand up to make toasts. Cassandra moves her camera equipment from one table to another, catching them all and immortalizing them in her documentary. They go in order of increasing relation to the bridal couple, beginning with your parents and ending with yourself.

Starting things off, your father taps his glass before standing up alongside your mother and sister. Since they both suffer from a little bit of stage fright, Greg takes the reigns as the women lay a supportive hand on him.

"John... April... I'm so proud of you both," he begins, grinning ear to ear. "That Summer family's been taking you off my hands since you were knee high to a grasshopper, and now they're doing it for good." That gets a laugh, and his confident smile only grows. "...Though I guess it's the Doe family, now. The only Summers left are Susan and Carol... For now. Jokes aside, I couldn't be happier about the changes you've made. You're really carving out a life for yourself, and though it may not be strictly traditional, anyone can see how well this works for everyone involved. And so we make this toast, from one Doe family to another... May yours be as happy and fruitful as our own."

Once the cheers have died down, April's sister Susan is next. She isn't in her own seat at your head table, though. Instead, you spot her crawling out from under a table near the back, filled with Peter's old coworkers. As she draws everyone's attention, you're unsurprised to see that the front of her elegant dress is stained with cum: while she isn't a bimbo, she's still a D-cup-plus woman at a huge (and sexually-charged) party.

"I won't lie... I never saw this match coming," she says, ignoring the middle-aged man who's still jacking off while groping her plump ass. "I could only see John as one of my nephew's little friends, right up until the moment April told me about the proposal. Sure, I knew she was getting more and more into the, um, 'bimbo lifestyle,' but..." She shakes her head, clearly a little flustered. "I.. I just never saw it coming. But that's not to say I'm not happy for you. John's a great kid, and he cares so much about you... About your--About his whole family. Every time I see you all together, I'm more convinced that this isn't just a good idea: it's the way things have to be. Sis, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad you got divorced, and I couldn't be more supportive of you and Husband Number Two."

The moment Susan stops speaking, the men pull her back down to the floor. Her holes are all full within seconds... Making way for Carol to speak.

"Aunt Susan took the words right out of my mouth: I didn't see this coming either," she chuckles, glancing at the rough gangbang that's starting at the back of the hall. "But unlike her, I did see how much John cares about my mom. It's the look in his eyes when someone mentions her, the bulge in his pants when he sees her, the tremor in his voice when he talks to her... What they shared was always special. No offense to Michael, or to John's mom, but their relationship was... It is so much more than mother and son. I hope everyone finds something like what they have, someday. Everyone should be so lucky."

Giving you a smile, Carol downs her drink and the room follows suit. Next is Peter, who pecks his daughter on the cheek before standing.

"Everyone's been talking about John and April... But to express the true nature of this marriage, I think we have to go back further. I met April almost thirty years ago, and for most of that time I've been head-over-heels in love with her. That love hasn't wavered a bit, even as she's gone from my friend, to girlfriend, to fiance, to wife, to ex-wife, to... Well, I suppose she's my mother now..." He cringes a little, but his smile soon returns as he continues. "Our love has endured, and today I see its purpose. I was always meant to turn April into the person she was meant to be... To give her two beautiful children, so that those children would bring her to her true soulmate, John. To cajole her into a few enhancements, so that John would desire her even more. And to support their budding relationship, financially and emotionally, until we all realized what needed to happen. Until they were ready to stop fooling around. Until John was ready to replace me."

There are tears in Peter's eyes, but also a huge, genuine smile on his face as he shakily raises a glass. The crowd's cheers are long and loud, and by the time they're done Michael is standing and ready to take his turn.

"This... This is insane," Mike says, looking from one family member to another. "Really, all of it. Every moment of it. I wake up every day with two huge tits, an even bigger ass, and a hard-on between my legs. I spend my time nutting in Mom, or Dad--Uh, ex-Dad... Peter... Or else John is using me. My oldest friend, my best friend, owns my body... And my family, and my whole existence. But y'know what? It's the good kind of insane! The best kind, because life is a porno and I'm the star... Or one of them, anyway."

Seeing that he's struggling, you reach over and slap his ass; the resulting laughter gives him a moment to collect his thoughts, and you can see his cock getting harder as he continues. "So now my friend's my dad, my dad's my brother, and my mom--Well, she's still Mom. The best Mom, and deserving of every bit of happiness that John's sure to give her. We're gonna be a great family, and if any of you don't like it... You can suck our collective dicks."

You whisper a word in Peter's ear, and he quickly crawls under the table. Mike raises his glass, then nearly drops it as his father starts blowing him. "T-to John, my friend, my father, my master... And to Mom, first among fucktoys." After a token sip of champagne, he grabs Peter's head with both hands and starts fucking his throat desperately, oblivious to the ongoing applause... And to the beginning of April's speech.

"This is all so overwhelming," April begins, though her voice is steady and calm. "I had one happy marriage, one happy family. I wanted nothing more than to hold onto it... Because I didn't think life could get any better. Then one day, it did. I became a better woman because of John, for John, and now my life is a dream come true. Not my own dream, perhaps, but only because I didn't have such an imagination. But John did, and he's made it our reality. For that, I will always be grateful. For that, I will always be his."

You can't resist interrupting her. Leaning over her huge tits, you draw her into a kiss. It lasts for several seconds, and the only sound in the room is Mike's groaning as he blows his load all over Peter's flushed cheeks and plump lips. Then suddenly it's over, and you're both panting and looking into each others eyes... But the audience is waiting, so you motion for her to continue.

"I... I can't imagine what comes next," she says quietly, her smile growing. "B-but... I don't have to. I trust John's judgement, and I will follow his plan. I'll follow it with my every waking breath, until the day I die. I promised myself to him, and I meant every--"

You interrupt her again, only this time you have no intention of letting her continue. Before April can react you have her on the table, lying on her back with her long legs spread wide. Without a word you stand at the edge and ease your cock inside her, blocking out the party around you; nothing matters but this moment. Nothing matters but fucking your wife... Making love to her, even, your slow strokes bringing you more pleasure than you've ever experienced.

The toast forgotten, April wraps her arms and legs around you (as best she can, given her ridiculous proportions). Then she whispers four simple words in your ear: "I love you, John."

It's not the first time she's said it, and it won't be the last... But in that moment, it's everything.

You share an orgasm, then another, neither slowing nor stopping. When it's time to cut the wedding cake, a small army of your friends and family members make a show of pulling you away from her. You play along, smiling and laughing... Secure in the knowledge that if you really wanted to keep plowing your bride, the six or seven able-bodied men trying to remove you wouldn't stand a chance.

But you and April will have all the time in the world. For now, you owe these guests some dessert and dancing.