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CMSN: Wedding Belle

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It was a simple request, a fairly common one at that. "I want the perfect outfit that'll make a happy bride," was all he said. His wife had been in charge of planning her perfect wedding and he was just in charge of running errands and showing up on the big day. However, when he showed her the tux he had gotten for the ceremony, she instantly sent him out to get a different one. He didn't understand how the black tuxedo was the 'wrong kind of black' but he shrugged it off and got another, though that one wasn't good either. After the sixth rejected suit, the man became desperate. He had heard rumors about a Society in the city, one that could grant any desire at a price. He went to them and asked for a suit, one that'll make a happy bride, just so he wouldn't have to disappoint his wife to be anymore.

Suddenly, without taking any measurements, the man behind the desk produced a folded suit. The large bearded fellow smiled, promising that the suit would give him everything he asked for. Dubious, the groom tried it on. As he buttoned it up, he was surprised it was so perfectly fitted to his form. He looked in the mirror, posing with a hand in his pocket, his wife was going to love... wait. He checked the lapel and found a weird badge with the Society's symbol on it. Was it some kind of label? A market tag? He was about to pull it off when his own voice echoed in his head.

"Happy Bride"

His body began to tingle, itching wherever the suit's material touched. He groaned and moaned as he felt his body warping and bulging. The suit began to tear away, revealing something hidden underneath, an outfit he didn't remember putting on. His eyes rolled up as his head continued to be bombarded,

"Happy Bride"

His hair began to lengthen and lighten.

"Happy Bride"

His chest pushed out and tingled sensitively against a silk brassier.

"Happy Bride"

Her hips pressed out as her ass jiggled in the tight lingerie.

"Happy Bride"

She blinked a few times, her head abuzz as she stared at the gorgeous blonde in the mirror. Her full ruby red lips parted in a smile as she gave her hips a playful wiggle. "Oooh, he's going to positively love this," she purred as she adjusted her brassier to support her massive tits, "The perfect outfit that'll make a happy groom," she giggled.

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My own inspired story:


“Another boring wedding,” Nicolas said.

“And what would you prefer?” asked an old lady seated next to him. She wore a stylish blue dress with a white collar and a pale blue scarf over her gray hair. He hadn’t noticed her sit down and didn’t recognize her. He was a little drunk, so the truth just poured out of him.

“Well, the bride could stand to show a little more skin,” he said. “Plus, she could have fixed herself up a little better. A few curves, lighter hair, fuller lips ... couldn’t hurt.”

“I see. You have very specific standards, don’t you?” she continued, digging into her purse. “Well, I have a feeling your dream wedding is right around the corner.”

She pulled a round medallion and held it out to him. “Take this pin. Wear it proudly and the next wedding you attend will be your own,” she said, giving him a thumbs up.

He rolled his eyes at her. “Whatever lady,” he said, taking the pin and walking away. He turned it over in his fingers a few times. It wasn’t ugly at least. He pinned it to his lapel and glanced down at it.

The medallion suddenly started to glow with pink light. “What the heck,” Nicolas said as he felt a warm tingle rush over his body.

He felt something grow tight around his waist and arm as the sleeve of his tuxedo seems to burn away. His waist pinched in sharply as his hips filled out. A mane of blond hair erupted from his head as his chest swelled into two ripe breasts. Grabbing at his newly forming chest, he moaned and felt a sharp warmth between his legs. Another hand went between his legs as his tuxedo continued to evaporate.

Her new, long, blonde hair settled around her shoulders as the medallion shifted to hang from a white choker. Her lips filled out as lipstick and eye makeup appeared. A sheer pink veil and bustle appeared on her back as a bouquet of roses manifested in her dainty hands. The archway in front of her started to glow and she heard faint organ music coming from beyond.

Her mind became fuzzy and she stepped forward through the archway, finding herself at the back of a large church full of people. A tall, handsome man in only a black speedo and white collar stood at the altar with three similarly-dressed groomsmen. To the other side of the female priest were three women wearing little more than underwear. Each one’s outfit matched their hair; red, black, and purple.

Nicole felt compelled to step forward, one full step at a time as the organ played ‘Here Comes the Bride.’ She blinked, feeling like she was forgetting something. But she knew that everything was perfect. Randolph had promised her the perfect wedding, and she’d picked out the outfits, the flowers, and the church. She’d been to one too many boring weddings to allow hers to become just as forgettable.

She noticed an old woman in the second row wearing a stylish blue dress. She seemed vaguely familiar, but she was having trouble remembering how she knew her. The woman winked at Nicole and smiled, giving her a thumbs up. Nicole strode past her on her way to the altar and into the next phase of her life.

“Definitely a wedding to remember,” the old woman whispered to herself.