This choice: Emma spots you on her bridesmaids ass • Go Back...Chapter #4Rescued by the Bride? by: Azazel-8   Emma was worried about where Sophie had gotten to. She knew Ashlie was here, and her sister had been the one assigned to bring the tiny bride to the Church so she knew she was here somewhere, but as of yet she hadn’t caught any glimpses of the little woman. It was supposed to be bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, but the blonde couldn’t help but feel it was even worse luck not to see her in these circumstances. After all, Sophie had a nasty habit of getting herself into trouble.
The bride-to-be was about ready to give up on her search for now when her eyes were drawn to the bridesmaids changing on the other side of the room. More specifically they were drawn to the shapely figure of her good friend Jasmine as the tanned woman struggled to work her excessively clingy bridesmaid’s dress down over her curves. It was unnecessary really, they could have had a dress made that would perfectly fit the brunette’s particular ‘dimensions’, but she’d insisted on a size that was far too small, convinced that she’d fit and look all the better for it.
Not that Emma was complaining really. She loved Sophie with all her heart but she still couldn’t help but admire the way that Jasmine’s massive derriere was swaying side to side as she slowly worked the dress over her generous chest. The poor pantyhose was pulled impossibly tight as it struggled to contain the rippling mounds of flesh, which the bridesmaid somehow intended to shove into the skin-tight dress she was pulling inexorably closer. The black pantyhose were a stark contrast to the cream-white dress, the only imperfection the small white smear on her friend’s right cheek.
Actually, that smear almost looked like…
“Jasmine! STOP!!” To everyone who wasn’t Emma the sudden scream came out of nowhere, catching everyone, especially Jasmine, off guard. In fact the tanned woman was so surprised that she lost her already tenuous footing, still half-tangled in her own dress as she came crashing to the ground, landing heavily on her rear and utterly obliterating Sophie under her unforgiving mass.
“Ow, Emma what the hell?” Sore from the fall, Jasmine wiggled her butt into the floor, trying to rub out some of the lingering soreness and unknowingly adding to the torment she had already inflicted on the tiny bride. “If I tore my dress I swear I’ll… Hey!”
Emma wanted to cry as she saw her friend crushing her little love. Dashing forward and ignoring Jasmine’s protests she pulled the other girl to her feet, forcibly turning her around and reaching down to rip Sophie from her massive cheek. Shocked by her actions, the bridesmaid didn’t even have time to struggle as the blonde’s nails peeled off one of her fiancé’s legs, and with a single yank peeled her bride from her impromptu prison.
For Sophie she felt like she had been liberated from hell and brought into heaven. After being crushed mercilessly by the bridesmaids’ butts, up to and including being farted on, she’d been about ready to give up on ever escaping that hell. But then Emma had swooped in and saved her from her torment. Her body was badly crushed and mangled, and she was taking longer than usual to reform, but as she looked up at her bride-to-be’s tearful face she felt like she was looking at a goddess.
Of course, Emma wasn’t the only goddess around, and the others weren’t quite as benevolent.
Finally getting back to her senses, Jasmine pulled free from her friend’s grip and whirled around to face her attacker. Behind her the other bridesmaids looked on worryingly, confused by the bride’s unexpectedly violent behaviour. “The hell are you doing!? That hurt!”
“Look!” Frustrated herself, Emma thrust her hand towards Jasmine’s face, displaying the still partially reformed Sophie for all to see. “You were sitting on my wife!” She shook her hand for emphasis, unintentionally rattling her precious partner as she let her anger override her better judgement and usual protectiveness towards her tiny love.
Jasmine glared down at the squished doll of a woman with a look that could melt steel, while her fellow bridesmaids only looked more confused at Emma’s declaration. “Is that what this is about? Some stupid doll?! If you don’t want your stuff to get sat on don’t leave it lying around!”
“She’s not a doll you idiot, she’s my fiancé!” The larger bride was really starting to lose it now, angrily shaking her hand at Jasmine with little concern for its passenger. Still mostly malformed, Sophie gripped to her partner’s fingers as tightly as she could, scared that she was going to be shook off at any moment and lost once again among the sea of bridesmaids that were slowly closing in around the arguing pair. She tried to call up to Emma but found she still couldn’t speak through her crushed throat, and could only look up in fear as the two giant women loomed over her.
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