Vows (Patreon)

My last bride TF series to fulfill mt Patron’s request. Next up are some sexy batgirls, some foxes, and a few other goodies!

“Caught up in the emotional rush at the penultimate moment of her wedding day, the bride barely heard the officiant ask, ‘And do you promise to carry your husbands desires in your mind, body, and soul?’ before she enthusiastically replied, ‘I do!’. Immediately, she felt changes begin in her body, beginning with the swelling of her hips, pressing intensely into the strong fabric of her wedding dress. She looked at her new husband with some concern, not sure what was happening to her. It seemed her dress was getting tighter everywhere, she could feel it straining as her body expanded. Her hips continued their expansion, the fabric beginning to yield, tearing through in places as the stitching began to fail and give way. She reached up to her chest, still unsure what was going on, stepping back from her new husband with a wild look of confusion. Her chest felt tight, and as she looked down she found a cavern of cleavage staring back up at her, her heavy breathing further highlighting the onslaught of growing breast flesh her valiant dress fought to contain. She looked at her new husband and felt she could see arousal there. Perhaps this wasn’t his doing, but he was certainly enjoying the process unfolding before his eyes.

She fell to her knees, the hips of her dress tearing open as her hips and ass continued to expand outward, straining the fabric beyond its limit. The breathing room was welcome, but the tightness in her chest still inhibited her. She could feel the weight of her growing breasts, pulling her down and forward, pulling and straining at the fabric. Her husband stepped to her side, a hand on her back, and apologized. He hadn’t written his vows carefully, and the officiant had taken the opportunity to twist them. The woman moaned as the changes continued, the incredible sensations now assaulting her body nearly overwhelming her. Her husband couldn’t be blamed for his desires, and she had always known he wished she had more curves. Now that her body was confirming to his ideal, she began to feel comfort in knowing she would be perfect for him. They truly loved one another, and now he would have in her the perfect physical, as well as emotional, form.

Thoughts of love fell from her mind as she felt the bodice of her dress give way, releasing a mountainous avalanche of breast flesh, the weight pulling against her skin as they fell free of her dress. The woman cupped their warm expanse in her hands, feeling their form weight, her body quivering as it completes its changes. She sat up to her knees, realizing that she had been so overcome with the pleasure of her transformation that she had begun to drool. She wiped the saliva from her lips and looked at her husband. The crowd around them was silent as he helped her to her feet. Her enormous breasts stood proudly on her chest, a proportional counterbalance to her flaring hips and small waist. She knew what her husband desired; and she matched it in every respect. With a sly look in her face she grabbed his hand, and dragged him quickly from the altar in the direction of the bridal suite. The stunned crowd looked on, and more than one husband found himself scolded by his wife for watching the new couple go…”