Big Sister's Wedding Dress (RP with ArgentParoxysm) (Patreon)

 I remembered that day. My big sister was getting married, but I wasn't concentrating on the wedding itself like everyone else was. No, I was concentrating on my sister's gorgeous wedding dress. 

 Ever since I was a little boy. I always had a thing for women's clothes. But that dress was something else.  

 So white, so pure. It was a dress that an angel would wear. I remembered how my sister kept her gown in the attic before moving away with her husband. I've grown up in this house ever since. 

 I wondered if I could find it. So I pulled the ladder down and climbed up. The attic was dusty filled with boxes and cobwebs. I began my search. I soon found a large trunk. I opened it and found the dress. I pulled it out and marvelled at its beauty.  

 It was a rather simple dress that came down to the knees, but the dress came with three petticoats to puff it out splendidly. The veil, panties, stockings, corset, and heels were also in the trunk. 

 I got the urge to put it on. However, I didn't want to get the dress dirty so I grabbed all the clothes and headed to my room. Where I laid it all out on my bed. I began to get myself dressed. 

 I started with the white frilly panties; they cupped my manhood very comfortably. 

 I then put on the corset which was also in an ivory white. I pulled the laces as tight as I could and was impressed with the figure it gave me. It even made it look like I had small breasts  

Next were the stockings, which hid my leg hair and made my legs look dainty.

 I then grabbed the heels they were in the same shade as everything else except the heel itself which was adorned with thousands of crystals which made the heels glitter and shimmer when the light caught them. 

 I then put on the opera gloves, making my arms look dainty as well. 

 I then decided to put one of the petticoats on which resembled a puffy cloud.  

 The petticoat rustled with every movement I made, and made the most wondrous sounds.

  Since I loved the sound so much. I wondered what it would sound like with two petticoats. 

 Finally, it was time for the third. I pulled it down over my head and let it fall to my waist. I then fluffed my skirts out and got ready to put the dress on.  

 I grabbed the dress and gently let it flow down my body, over my petticoats. I pushed my arms through the sleeves, and fluffed out the skirts. 

 I did a girlish twirl in the mirror and watched as my skirts twirled around me. I felt just like a princess.  

 So this was what my sister felt when she put on this wedding dress. No wonder she felt so happy. 

 I imagined myself walking down the aisle. All eyes on me. I felt so beautiful and pretty. Girls were so lucky. 

 I decided to keep the wedding dress on for the rest of the day, unaware that there was something about this wedding dress that I never suspected. 

 I went and watched a movie in the living room. I smoothed my skirts down and then plopped down on the couch. The film had my attention and thus I didn't notice any changes.  

 The movie, coincidentally, was Cinderella.

As I was watching the movie, however, I didn't notice that my skirts were slowly starting to grow. They grew so slow that I wouldn't notice, possibly even if I looked down at them. They were growing down my legs, covering more as time went on. 

 They weren't just growing lengthwise but also in volume. As was the height of my heels albeit at a slower pace. It wasn't until the transformation scene that I realized my own transformation.  

 To be fair, I didn't notice the change right away. Upon looking down, I noticed how...long my skirts were. They were practically all the way to my feet, barely scraping the floor. 

 My heels were now at 4 inches. You would think having a dress that is randomly growing would make you freak out. But I was super calm about it. In fact, I couldn't wait to see just how big my dress could get.  

 And it was sensual as well. I could practically feel the cloth growing, moving across my legs and rubbing them so delicately. 

 I laid back on the couch letting it happen. I had never felt this good before.  

 I watched as my skirts stopped growing down and began growing out at a faster rate, even if it was still rather slow. When the transformation scene came up, my skirts by then were three feet in every direction. 

 What was usually my favourite scene, was merely forgotten in the background. Who needs to fantasise about being turned into a princess. When you are clearly transforming before your very eyes.  

 My skirts continued to grow out, slowly swallowing the couch I was sitting on. 

 The dress was now 8 feet in each direction my heels were at 7 inches tall. I was now stood and to my shock found I could easily walk around in heels.  

 Though...this gave me a thought. What if my skirts never stopped growing? Sure, I loved this, but if my skirts kept growing, the house might even get destroyed by it. 

 That got me on my feet and searching through the house for any sort of clues as to why this was happening.  

 Maybe...it was my sister that did this. Perhaps she placed a curse on the wedding gown or something. 

 I soon found a note that confirmed that suspicion it turns out she took it to a witch who placed a curse on it. My sister didn't want anyone else to wear her dress.  

 And yet I was wearing it. My skirts were now ten feet in every direction. 

 The dress was starting to get hot and get difficult to move around in. I knew I needed to go see my sister but I didn't fancy the 90-minute long walk. Nor facing my sister or going out in public as I was a closeted crossdresser. 

 Then again, I might suffocate in this dress. I didn’t even think I could even get to the car. 

 With that, I slowly minced my way outside. I soon found that I couldn't fit in the car and thus walking was my only option. So I headed off in the direction of my sister's house. I was in public wearing a gigantic wedding dress.  

Thankfully people couldn’t see over the skirts of my gigantic gown. Speaking of which, I was slowly starting to sink into the skirts as they grew and rose up.

 I was right this dress was going to suffocate me. I tried mincing my way to my sisters faster. But both the dress and the public were slowing me down.  

 This was impossible...and really embarrassing. I was up to your chest in skirts by the time you got to my sister’s house. 

 I knocked on her door and was greeted by my sister who was wearing an off the shoulder blouse, a mini skirt and heels. Shockingly she didn't seem surprised at the sight of me.    

 “Oh, hey little bro.” My sister said with a smile. “I see you found my wedding dress. Looks nice all...puffed up like that.”

I pushed down a bit on my skirts to prevent from being consumed, but it was getting more and more difficult. 

 My cheeks were bright pink by this point. "Sis you gotta help me" I begged.  

“Hmm...I’m not sure.” My sister said. “You look so cute in that wedding dress. I don’t think I wanna take it off you yet.” She said as I was now up to my shoulders.

 With that, she closed the door in my face. I opened the door and followed her inside. My heels clicking against the hardwood floors and my dress lapping and licking at the floors as I pursued my sister while begging her to let me out of this dress.  

 But she didn’t listen. She eventually went down a narrow hallway that my massive gown couldb’t fit through, trapping me.

 I was stuck. But that didn't stop me from struggling with all my might and screaming for my sister to come back and help me.  

 But my sister didn’t hear you. Suddenly, the gown began to grow even faster, and I was being drawn down into my lovely skirts. 

 Soon enough I've surrounded by nothing but white frills. I was trapped in a frilly prison of fluff.   

 Only my head remained above the surface, doomed to be consumed as well. 

 As my head was consumed, my screams for help become more and more muffled.  

 And eventually, the muffled screams became silent. The wedding gown then started to shrink back down to a manageable size, a mere three feet in every direction. My sister came back, smiling all the way as she went over to the now empty wedding gown. i had been consumed by the wedding dress.