“I’ll be right back. If he isn’t here when I get back, every single guard that was here is going to regret it.”
She tramped off, leaving everyone alone in silence. Not feeling particularly amicable, you waited 30 minutes in silence until Marie returned, wearing an elegant, humongous wedding dress. You weren’t sure why she had done this.
“Do you see this?”
Marie turned around, showing you the back of her wedding dress. It was a long, flowing white garment. Marie seemed to insinuate that something was off about it, but you couldn’t tell. You just stared at the thing dumbly.
“Of course you don’t. You’re a shit-for-brains with no taste. My almost perfect dress is ruined because it doesn’t have enough volume in the back.”
You gave the dress another once-over. It seemed pretty poofy to you, but Marie wasn’t precisely a reasonable person. By any stretch of the word. What you did struggle with though, was what she was trying to get at.
“That’s where you come in,” she started. “You see all these guards? I’ve tried having some of them crawl behind me to give my dress it’s perfect shape, but they’re too fucking fat.”
You looked at the guards. They were massive, though you would use the word bulky. But again, they didn’t suit this particular need, so Marie had no problem talking shit about them. Two of them came towards you, manhandling you and throwing you to the ground. A third lifted up Marie’s dress while another crawled under it holding an ominous looking harness. The two guards holding you waited while it was affixed around Marie’s hips. Once that was done, you were pushed forward under her dress.
Her ass was massive. Her giant pink cheeks were on full display; the only thing separating you from them was a white thong. It was the thinnest piece of underwear you’d ever seen in your life, leaving basically nothing to your imagination. You only got to look at it for a second before you were stuffed in. Your face slapped against Marie’s cheeks, which jiggled wildly with the impact. You tried to turn your head away to avoid having your nose become Marie’s butt floss, but one of the guards jerked your head forward and pushed you into fleshy, squishy darkness.
The process went quickly. It made you shiver to think that the guards had probably done this exact same thing to others multiple times. A belt around your head tightened, pulling your nose deep into Marie’s crack. You tried to push back, but the strap was too tight. You would be forced to crawl on your hands and knees behind Marie until she elected to let you out.
“It’s perfect now!”
It was the first time you’d heard her sound anything resembling happy.
What happens next?
1) She drags you along behind her in her next confrontation with the Phantom Thieves.
2) She doesn’t want to ruin her wedding dress, so she gets changed back into her normal apparel. You’re staying strapped into her though.
3) She’s had a long enough day; she’s ready to go to bed. She’s going to strip down completely with you still strapped in. You’ll be stuck in her bare ass the whole night!
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