"Do you, Debbie Louise Perry, take this man, Reginald William Baker Green, to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Asked the minister.
Debbie had been waiting for this moment all her life. She was finally getting married. She would be a wife, and the wife of a good man: Reginald, the seventeenth Earl of Lancaster.
"I do." she said smiling deep into her soon to be husband's eyes.
The minister then turned to Reginald, "And do you, Reginald William Baker-Green, take this woman, Debbie Louise Parry, to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Reginald looked into his smiling fiancé's eyes. The Earl of a town should have a pretty yet respectable wife and Debbie fit the bill. She was well spoken and would fit right in at the monthly wine banquets and as hostess at the County Fayre. She was the perfect wife for aristocracy. "I do." he said.
The minister then turned to the congregation, "If any persons here present see reason why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, may they speak now or forever hold their peace."
When the silence showed there was no clear objection, he continued. "Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, husb..."
The minister's summation was stopped in its tracks as the church doors burst open.
"We object!" shouted a man in a lime green suit and purple top hat. He was followed into the aisle by two other men, one in a royal blue suit and red hat, the other in a gold suit with a black hat. The three men were also accompanied by five incredibly busty blondes dressed in pink crop-tops and micro skirts that did a perfect job of covering absolutely nothing.
The minister was incensed, "What is the meaning of this!" he demanded the gatecrashers.
The man in the purple hat smiled and said, "We told you, we object." He then looked over to the man in the blue hat and told him, "Blue, deal with the minister won't you?"
Blue clicked his fingers and in an instant, the minister was sat naked in the front row of the church with a stunned look on his face. He couldn't move at all.
Blue turned to one of the blondes, "See to the minister won't you titty dearest?"
Titty giggled and squealed with delight at her orders. It was always an honour to be given the minister when they went to weddings. She ran over to where the minister was sat and began to suck him hungrily as the bemused congregation watched on, only now realising none of them were able to speak or move either.
"Good job Blue." commended Purple, before turning to the third man. "Black, I think we need a new minister."
"I'm on it boss," replied Black and he took his place before the bride and groom. He chose to address the audience first, "Ladies and Gentlemen. Please do not be alarmed, the speech and movement issues are just so that this wedding goes without a hitch. You will be free to speak when spoken to and all will be fine by the end of the ceremony.
"Now before I restart the ceremony, does anybody here object to the proceedings starting afresh?"
Lady Vera didn't know why she chose to speak up. Of course she was horrified at what was going on, but she was far too shy to try and stand up to these people. Yet she found herself getting to her feet and publicly denouncing the gatecrashers' actions.
"Who the hell do you think you are?! This is a wedding. Why don't you just go and leave these poor people alone?" Vera felt emboldened from having taken a stand, her eyes not deviating from those of Purple.
Purple just smiled and clicked his fingers. "Objection noted." he told her.
Vera began to feel funny. There was a buzzing inside her head and her clothing began to feel stretched. The sudden tightness of her blouse causing the most discomfort. It was then she realised that her breasts were inflating like balloons. She grabbed hold of them with her newly manicured hands trying to stop them growing but it was no use and further more, felt so so good.
"Don't fight it." Purple told her as he walked over. He began to rub his hands over Vera's blouse, "Here. Let me help you."
In a second Vera's blouse was replaced with a lacy pink bra that only just managed to contain Vera's gargantuan new melons once they had stopped growing. Her skirt also disappeared to be replaced by a matching set of panties that were shrinking with her waistline.
Vera wanted to scream through her thick red new lips but couldn't, she could only stand there and watch herself change until she looked like a person that made you wonder if Victoria Secret had a porno division.
"There," said Purple, "Isn't that much better?"
Vera felt her lock on her voice lift, "What have you done to me?"
"Nothing to worry your pretty blonde head about babes." smiled Purple, "We just gave you an upgrade."
Vera was both angry and scared. "You no good bastard! How dare you do this. It is outrageo...owww!" Vera felt a wave of discomfort sear through her body as she tried to keep speaking.
Purple again just smiled at her and said. "I pretty thing like you shouldn't be tiring her head out with long words like that. Why don't you try something simple like titties instead?"
