The organ’s triumphant chords filled the church as all gathered waited with bated breath for my bride to enter. The moment had finally arrived when I would marry Lucy, the love of my life.

I longed to finally see her in the wedding dress. We had chosen it together, from a shop that specialized in giving once-loved dresses a new life. Our shared passion for minimizing our environmental footprint had made the idea of repurposing an already perfectly good dress irresistible.

It had looked so beautiful in the store, the pink and white fabrics as bright and clean as the day it was made. The only caveat was that original wearer had been much larger in the chest than Lucy’s petite frame, but the store owner assured us that with some minor adjustments it would be perfect for my bride-to-be. I couldn’t wait to see her in it.

As the doors cracked open I held my breath in anticipation. My bride stepped through, and the moment of triumph turned to ashes in my mouth.

Lucy was almost unrecognizable. Her petite breasts were swollen to the size of melons, jutting from her chest in defiance of the laws of gravity. The tight corset, carefully cut down to fit her once tiny bust, now hung loosely around her chest, leaving her tits free to bounce in the air merrily as she strode confidently down the aisle. Her newly widened hips and swollen ass strained against the silken panties that were to have been our shared secret tonight.

Parents shielded their kid’s eyes as Lucy swayed past their pews. Wives elbowed their husbands in the ribs as their wide eyes drunk in my fiance’s porn-star body. Aunt Judith fanned herself furiously, covering her mouth in shock, while Uncle Joe leered appreciatively at my wife-to-be.

Scandalized whispers filled the room as Lucy approached the dais where I stood motionless. I could do naught but stare dumbfounded at her new body. A camera flash from a bold guest illuminated thick trails of white liquid dripping down her silky smooth globes. Was that… cum?

“Hey John, sorry I started without you.” The slutty smirk this woman flashed at me was nothing like the girl I had decided to marry. “Your best man came to check on me just as the dress finished my upgrades, and I couldn’t resist a little trial run.”

“Shall we get the paperwork done now, or do you want to fuck first?”