The Wedding Night (Paid Post #4)

Cleo had just had the most wonderful day. It was her wedding day and almost everything had gone according to plan. The flowers were perfect, the priest was a peach as always, and the venue looked beautiful. The only slight was when Uncle Fred, on her husband's side, had given her those earrings. He gave her a gross wink as he told her that they would make her wedding night the best of her husband's life. He even jabbed her in the side and said, “know what I mean?” in that gross gravely voice he has.

She had planned to just pocket them, maybe slip them into a jewelry box later, but Aunt Linda told her she had to try them on tonight. It was a Family tradition. Cleo looked over at her portly husband, She loved him so much, and he had done so much to make today perfect. He pleaded silently with her. He hated confrontation with his family. She rolled her eyes and put them on. At least they were white like her dress. That tiny little dress on her thin little frame hung on her so loosely it almost fell off as she walked down the aisle.

But that was all in the past, her and her new husband were walking down the hall to the honeymoon suite. When they got to the end he took a deep breathe. Now was the time to carry his new wife across the threshold. It was supposed to be sweeping, and romantic as he cradled her and carried her across. But being portly and lazy, he could hardly bend down to pick her up. She tried to be caring in her tone, but it came across more demanding than she hoped. “No, Patrick, Let me”

Patrick looked at her with confusion and shock in his eyes, and did Cleo note a hint of arousal? He noticed the earrings, were they glowing? Cleo took a deep breath and bent down to lift him up. Wrapping her frail little arms around him as he chuckled. There was no way she could-

Cleo grunted as she began to squeeze around him and he could have been imagining it, but was her grip getting tighter? She grunted again and he could actually feel her getting thicker. She screamed with all her might as she tried to lift him up, was there a rip just then?

Cleo stopped for a moment to breathe really heavy for a few breaths and grunted harder again. This time she felt her legs getting harder, and thicker, heavier, more muscular. Patrick even gasped as he felt himself lift off the ground an inch or two. “Wow honey,” Cleo Dropped him back down, “You almost had it that time.

“I'll show you almost” She bent over again and really squeezed around his legs.

“Woah” Patrick's legs clapped together. “Honey?”

Cleo's back was beginning to grow and expand. Her lats were beginning to pop through her corset. The shoelace ties ripping as they slipped through the eyelets. Her shoulders were plumping up bigger as she began to stand and the dress straps popped from her traps. She pushed down on the ground with all her might, and soon Patrick was lifting up off the ground easier and easier.

It wasn't long before she was cradling him in her arms like an unruly flat of water bottles. As she stood to her full height, her dress just ripped away. She was able to hold him in one arm and bend down to pick up the fabric. It was expensive. She tossed him into the heart shaped bed. And through the fabric around her elbows like a shall.

“Well,” She said looking down at him, “What do you say? A little Wedding night snu snu?” Patrick was in complete awe and arousal, he could hardly think straight. “I mean you did give me the greatest day of my life, It's only fitting that I give you the greatest night. He just silently nodded. She dived into bed after him and they really did have the best night of their lives.