“Here Comes The Bride…”

“Here comes the bride…all flat and wide.”

The misquoted rhyme floated through Jane’s head as she waited to step through into the church. All her life she had been a little chubby, flat chested and a touch short. She’d been bullied for it. But she met Tim, who loved her for who she was (though she had been a little more slender when she met him, that much was true) and finally, a few months ago, he’d popped the question.

Jane had been thrilled. They’d gone for a very simple wedding – just close family and a few friends. She wasn’t going to be given away (the whole concept was ridiculous), so she would walk proudly down the aisle on her own, to meet her man. She felt nervous.

She scratched absent mindedly at the sleeve of her wedding dress, which had slipped down. It all felt a little tight, something she put down to nerves. She couldn’t have put on weight – she just couldn’t have! She had been practically starving herself for the past two months. She even remembered the nice lady with the fiery eyes in the wedding dress shop looking so appalled when Jane told her how much she’s punished herself. “Oh no no, that just won’t do”, she had said. “I’ll put in a little treat for you and Tim – no charge.” Jane had been thrilled. “What is it?”, she asked. The lady smiled cryptically. “Put the dress on on the big day, and not before. Bad luck, y’know.”

Jane had thanked her and left, with a beautiful, classic wedding dress in tow. She’d looked at it many times, and listened to what the lady had said. But the night before, she’d not been able to resist. What if it didn’t fit?! What if I’ve gotten fat?!” She thought to herself, distraught. She slipped it on very briefly, and checked herself out in the mirror. It was perfect. It accentuated her curves, and slimmed her waist. With her heels hidden by the base, she even looked naturally taller. It was strapless, and fit snugly around her figure. She felt a glowing warmth through her body. She quickly took the dress off, certain the lady wouldn’t mind too much.

But now, having had her hair and make-up done and all the rest of it, and left alone in the atrium before stepping through to a full (but small) church, she started to worry if she’d done the right thing. Her dress was beautiful, and didn’t reveal her chest – because there wasn’t much to reveal, but yet now, as she looked down, she could see her breasts poking it further than they had before. This was strange. They seemed…bigger. Maybe just some natural swelling, or mildly allergic reaction to the makeup – she didn’t normally wear much. She looked again, and this time she was sure of it – they were swelling!

She could feel, with each breath, her chest expanding slowly outwards. Then, as she exhaled, her breasts remained the size they were when she breathed in. This couldn’t be. They were stretching the front of her wedding dress, which in turn tightened the midriff. Her chest only expanded a few centimetres out, but it was still highly noticeable, and cleavage was beginning to form as her mounds began to swell forth. The fabric tightened and stretched, and yet her breasts showed no signs of stopping.

She suddenly noticed the mirror she was looking at now fully focused on her breasts – party because they were noticeably bigger, but also because her chin was now above the top of it. She was taller! She hadn’t even noticed while her boobs were expanding, but looking down (which was considerably harder as her breasts swelled outwards, stretching the wedding dress further), she was definitely higher up. This was ridiculous! Is this was the lady in the shop had intended?…suddenly, she realised. This was for the honeymoon. She’d put the dress on twelve hours too early. “Oh god – I have to go out there!”, she realised.

Quickly, her now large breasts wobbling and straining as they pushed forwards against the tight bustiere of the dress, she stepped out of her high heels. Mercifully, she was now just slightly shorter than she was when the height growth began. She had to make this fast.

She peeked through the door. There were so many people out there! She had no idea how she was going to do this. Her chest groaned and pushed against the door – it was swelling out in front of her a good couple of inches now. Her cleavage was very noticeable, and the dress was looking very full. That said, it seemed to be coping. The hymn was nearly at an end – she’d be out there in less than a minute. She felt a tightness spread to her behind, and could feel her ass start to spread outward. She could feel her underwear go from covering her already generous cheeks to being slowly engulfed as her behind swelled and wobbled. Eventually, it felt like she was wearing a thong. Thankfully, the bottom half of her wedding dress was very traditional, and had the bell shape which was the great body equaliser.

She felt herself grow a couple of centimetres again, and her breasts wobbled in kind, swelling outwards. They were a good four inches in front of her chest now, and very tightly packed into the wedding dress. She suddenly realised with a start that this expansion wasn’t meant for this dress, but for when she removed it. It wasn’t supposed to be constrained – it wouldn’t hold. She needed to go, now.

Luckily, just then the bridal march started. She took a deep breath, and heard a rip of stitching, so quickly breathed out. She moved down the aisle.

Without heels, her movement was much easier, but without any kind of bra, her breasts were unstoppable. They bounced and heaved and grew and grew. Any walk to the aisle is fraught with being the centre of attention – everyone is looking at you, but Jane knew they had more reason than one. She strode forwards, trying to smile as she slowly inched upwards, and swelled outwards. She felt her butt brush against the back of the wedding dress, and knew that it must be utterly massive. Her breasts hadn’t caught up, but were a wobbling 5 inches straight out in front, and utterly stuffed the wedding gown. Her breasts were so tightly packed in there, they were starting to bring the rest of the dress up as they swelled. This wasn’t too much of a problem, as it was a long dress, but Jane could feel herself still growing taller, inch by inch. This needed to go quickly.

She reached the altar, and Tim stared at her, agog. “Jane?” he whispered.

“Yes, it’s me”

“What happened to you?”

“I’ll explain later – can we get this done as quickly as possible, please?”

“But it’s our wedding day”

At this point Jane’s bust swelled outwards and her dress hiked up a good inch, revealing her bare feet.

“You’re not wearing heels?”

“We really need to speed this up”

The readings took place, Jane swelling all the time, her breasts bulging and straining against her now incredibly tight wedding dress. As the choir sang, Jane attempted to join in, but her dress was too tight. It rode further and further up, and her now huge breasts grew further outwards. Her stomach had become completely flat during the whole affair, and her legs and torso were slowly growing taller. She was about 6ft 2 by the time the vicar started his section, and by the end her breasts bulged out a full seven inches in front of her, and as she tried to cross one leg over the other, it landed on the floor the other side. She was very tall, and, worst of all, was becoming incredibly horny.

Finally, it came to the vows. Jane’s wedding dress was more like a ¾ length skirt now, and her swollen breasts bulged out of the top in a way that made Tim’s mouth dry. They very quickly read their vows, Jane’s voice noticeably deeper than it was before. She towered over Tim, and had to keep moving her breasts out of the way to see his face. Tim stuttered through his vows, but Jane found herself oddly confident – this Amazonian physique was incredible, and she felt sure it wouldn’t last – plus she wanted to enjoy it! This was her big day, after all.

She swelled with pride, and swollen flesh, when the time came to say her vows. She grew visibly another inch during the proceedings, and breasts stuck out so far when she turned she accidentally hit the vicar in the face with her huge boobs. The crowd gasped, but Jane no longer minded. They were now husband and wife, and she was in control.

She had to stoop through the doorway by the altar to sign the registry, and upon being handed the pen, apologised for not being able to see it. Her breasts were simply too big to see below unless the register was moved way in front. Luckily her arms were much longer than she was used to, so she could reach forward. Her breasts wobbled and swelled as she scribbled her name. She was getting really horny now, and still growing.

She squeezed herself out of the doorway to the registry (her breasts were jutting out around 10 inches now and spread many inches to the side) and towered over the congregation, at a good 6 ft 8. Her wedding dress now looked like a 50s skirt, as it barely reached her knees. The larger her breasts bulged, the further it drew up. Her ass had stopped where it was, which was swollen to the very back of the wedding dress. She knew when she took the dress off it would look colossal. She looked colossal. People were taking pictures, completely bemused at the growing, hugely busty Amazon in front of them. She smiled and waved, pressing her breasts together. This proved unwise, as a huge tear from an already tested wedding began to split down the side. Her chest continued swelling outwards, unrepentant.

The wedding march began to play. All formalities were out the window, so Jane held Tim’s hand, and walked down the aisle with him. Tim was pretty tall, but Jane was considerably taller. Her breasts bounced and swelled as she strode confidently towards the door, which was looking so much smaller this time around. Ducking her head slightly, they made their way through.

By this point Jane was exceptionally horny, and still growing – the wedding dress was fast approaching being a mini-skirt, so they waved goodbye to their baffled guests, and Jane stuffed herself into the wedding car, with Tim getting in on the other side. Fortunately it was a beautiful Rolls Royce with a spacious rear, but as Jane’s rear was also rather spacious, along with the rest of her, she barely fit. When the car moved away, she sat back, panting, her enormous chest heaving, still slowly swelling forward. It was a tremendous sight.

“What on earth is going on?”, asked Tim, finally.

Jane shrugged, and her massive breasts broke forth from the wedding dress, finally and gloriously, exposing huge nipples.

“Suck on my tits, and then fuck me, husband”, ordered Jane. “Here comes the bride”.

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