A story collaboration between @gmc10gmc and @choose-your-own-outcome
The bride was furious. This should had been the best day of her life. Getting married with the man of her life was the most important thing of course but having her own princess moment for a full day didn’t hurt either. She had been dreaming of this day since she was able to remember. Everything had to be set up perfectly.
The idea of having some Champagne while getting ready to go to the altar sounded like a great idea. Hitting the gym for years felt so good now as her beautiful wedding dress fit perfectly to her fit and toned body. She had asked her best friend and bridesmaid to get her a drink while waiting for the hairdresser to arrive. Things were running smoothly as planned in schedule. She still had few hours before the big moment.
As the bridesmaid came back and offered the drink, the heart of the bride skipped a beat. Her best friend had changed into her dress too. And what a dress was it… a beautiful white dress showing a huge amount of cleavage. It felt like she looked like a wall flower compred to the tit goddess. There was no doubt who would get most of the looks with that slutty dress.
This couldn’t go like this! It was her day! As the cocky bridesmaid start taking a selfie of them in the mirror, the bride’s left hand raised slowly. It was the wedding day but she couldn’t control herself now and act calmly. She had to do something!
Thebride slapped the phone out of her bridesmaids hand. "That isn't the dress you're supposed to be wearing!" She yelled.
"It's the dress you insisted we wear sweetie, I just had a friend of mine make it a little more flattering than the original. I wasn't going to wear something to make me look like some old frump just because you're getting married!"
The bride fumed as she stood there womdering what to do, how she could make this harlot look ordinary as she'd planned. After moments of thought she simply said. "You can't come to the wedding, not looking like that, I don't want people thinking my friends are slappers!"
"No what you don't want is your husband to be looking at me and wondering if he hasn't made a terrible mistake. You know he can never keep his eyes off my tits when we're out."
The bride grabbed her friends dress and tore down snapping the thin straps revealing the large heavy breasts she was so scared of.
"You fucking bitch" Yelled the busty bridesmaid retaliating by grabbing the bride’s dress at the front with both hands and yanking it down. Hearing the sound of tearing fabric and seeing her perfect day falling apart tears welled in her eyes but rather than give the bridesmaid the satisfaction she grabbed her shoulders and pulling her towards her butted their tits together. Both women yelped and grunted at that first contact then, breast to breast they began pushing at each other, subtly adjusting angles to give the other the most discomfort. Each gripping the others arms and shoulders violently. Outside other guest could hear the noise and wondered what to do, eventually it was decided to call the groom and ask him to come over.
Back in the room the women had wrestled each other onto the floor and their dresses slowly disintegrated between their increasingly sweaty bodies as they writhed on the floor each taking her turn on top as the battle raged. Soon they were naked and tribbing with great vigour as, by turns, they manhandled themselves into the dominant position. Outside the groom had arrived, hesitant at first once he heard the noise coming fromnthe room he decided he had to enter. The other guests stood outside ears straining for some clue as to what was going on. After fifteen minutes they were still none the wiser and pondering what they should do when the door slowly opened and out trudged the bride, breasts red and bruised, signs of other violence about her naked sweaty body, her inner thighs particularly shiny and sticky. She was weeping and as she passed out of the doorway they saw why. The bridesmaid, a look of ecstasy on her face despite her dishevelled appearance riding the grooms cock as he lay on the bed.
