Jeremy stood at the altar. The gathered attendants stood in almost complete silence. A concerned priest at his left looked at him with a somewhat pitying gaze and said that Jeremy could now kiss the bride. The lithe man gulped, before building up the courage to hesitantly lean in.
 
And plant a kiss on the gargantuan cock that twitched in front of him. The owner of the phallus, an eight foot tall futa named Jezebell, was positively delighted. Meanwhile the smaller man simply wondered at exactly what moment his life had gone wrong.
 
It was probably in high school.
 
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Jeremy’s girlfriend Jenna had decided to dump him on Valentine’s day, leaving him with nothing except a box of chocolates and bad memories. Walking down the halls he accidentally bumped into Jezebell, on the verge of tears herself from being rejected by her crush. Frank had claimed it was because he preferred shorter girls, but she thought it was because she was a futa. The thought of her gender meaning she would never find love finally pushed her over the edge and set off the waterworks. Finding solace that he wasn’t the only one having a shit day, Jeremy offered her the chocolates and a pat on the back. With a couple of generic consolations of there always being fish in the sea and whatnot.
 
After that Jeremy had kept walking and never gave the exchange a second thought. As time passed, he graduated and had completely forgotten Jezebell.
 
However, Jezebell most certainly had not forgotten him.
 
At her lowest point, Jeremy had swooped in and transformed into a knight in shining armor in her mind. Her prince charming on a white horse that would rescue her from her sad fate. The futa knew deep down that they were soul mates bound by fate.
 
At that moment, Jezebell made a decision. She would work her hardest to become the wife a wonderful guy like Jeremy deserved. Once she felt she was fit to be his bride Jezebell would ride off into the sunset with him and they would have their own fairy tale ending.
 
Needless to say, she had NOT been happy when Jeremy had announced his engagement to Elizabeth on FaceSpace. The futa was not going to let her happily ever after be snatched out from under her by some random floozy like that.
 
A week later Jeremy heard from a friend that Jenna had gone missing. It had been sad to hear. Sure, the breakup had been nasty, but Jeremy hadn’t wished her any harm. They had just been dumb kids after all. Still, it wasn’t long before thoughts of Jenna’s unknown fate faded as he tried to prepare for his big day.
 
He should have noticed. He should have paid attention to the occasional news reports with names that sounded somewhat familiar. But Jeremy didn’t, thinking it had nothing to do with him.
 
The happy husband to be realized just how wrong he was when he heard a crash from the room where Elizabeth was getting ready. He managed to round the corner just in time to see his future bride’s feet disappearing into Jezebell’s cock.
 
It had turned out that Jezebell had been busy, going to great lengths to guarantee that no one would steal her prince from her. Not Elizabeth, not ANYONE.
 
And so the futa had done her homework. She meticulously combed through Jeremy’s past for any little bitches that might try to come between them. His first crush. His first kiss. It didn’t matter how fleeting the relationship, Jezebell had made sure to leave no loose ends.
 
Most had met a similar end, being churned into cum in the futa’s large balls. Nothing left except a few filled condoms, some splattered motel walls, and possibly a few sperm still trapped in her nuts.
 
Jenna, however, had received a different fate. Jezebell had discovered along the way that the entire reason for Jeremy and her ‘relationship’ had been Jenna deciding they should see other people. Because of this Jenna had been given the honor of being transformed directly into Jezebell’s cock. The only way anyone could even begin to guess what had happened to the poor woman was if they looked at the futa’s shaft. A close inspection would reveal a design that looked oddly like Jenna’s tramp stamp at its base.
 
Jezebell even claimed she had left her ‘alive’. Jenna’s mind supposedly still conscious in her knew phallic form. Even if true, Jeremy doubted Jenna was happy with Jezebell’s ‘mercy’.
 
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Back at the altar, Jeremy locked eyes with his stalker’s balls and sighed in relief to see the occasional bulge appear from her scrotum. That meant Jezebell was keeping her promise.
 
Jeremy had begged and pleaded for his fiance’s life. He swore that if Jezebell did anything to Elizabeth that he would never forgive her, let alone love her. The futa tried to reason with him, but he wouldn’t budge. And so, with reluctance the futa had caved to her beloved’s wishes. But only on one condition.
 
That was why Jeremy found himself standing in front of friends and family, having just kissed a throbbing cock head with a veil draped over it. In order to guarantee Elizabeth’s safety he had paid the ultimate price and married his obsessed stalker.
 
Though he dreaded this, it would all be worth it to get his love freed. Once she was safe he could try and sort out everything else.
 
While debating all this, the newly wed was pulled from his thoughts. With one swift movement the large futa effortlessly swept him off his feet, bridal carrying him in her arms towards the exit. Jeremy was confuse. What was she doing?
 
“Um… dear?” Jeremy managed to gag out.
 
“Yes honey bunch~” Jezebell replied sweetly. As they approached the exit, rather than putting down her new hubby she simply reeled her leg back and kicked the oaken chapel door open. The futa then continued without skipping a beat.
 
“W-where are we going?”
 
“To consummate the marriage of course~”
 
“But what about Elizabeth… you need to let her go first.”
 
“Hmmm?”
 
“Elizabeth… she’s still in your balls. I married you like you asked so let her go.”
 
Jezebell simply giggled. “You’re such a joker dear! I’m not going to let her out~”
 
“WHAT!?” Jeremy screamed as his blood ran cold. “But I did exactly as you said! You said you would-”
 
He was silenced as a single finger was pressed against his lips.
 
“Shhhh. Sweety, I’m sorry but I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I never said anything about letting that whor- ahem, I mean Elizabeth, go. I said I wouldn’t do anything to her. And I’ve done exactly that. She is safe and sound in my nuts… actually, let me check~” she said as she stopped just long enough to press her sack between her powerful thighs. The sudden compression lead to a burst of squirms from the scared woman inside, from her view the walls were closing in. “Yep, she is still alive and well!”
 
“But I don’t understand… honey. You have me now… so why bother bringing Elizabeth with us?” He asked, hoping that maybe he could sway the psycho.
 
The futa sighed. “I know how you feel… this isn’t exactly how I imagined our big day turning out either. But if I don’t keep an eye on her she might get jealous and try to come between us. Don’t worry though! If you want we can still act like it is just the two if us~ I’m sure I’ll get used to the extra weight down there soon. Just think of it as more of me to love!”
 
This was a nightmare. But no matter how bad it got he didn’t seem to wake up. This was supposed to be the happiest day of Elizabeth and his life. The start of a new life, together.
 
Now that concept had been corrupted into a cruel joke. They were starting a new life. Jeremy an unwilling husband to an insane futa, and Elizabeth a cum coated hostage of that same futa’s nuts.
 
As long as Jeremy stayed with Jezebell she wouldn’t do anything more to Elizabeth. But as long as they were together Jezebell would never let Elizabeth go because she wanted to keep an eye on her. It was a catch 22. They were both trapped, and no matter how hard he wracked his brain Jeremy couldn’t find a way out.
 
He was numb as Jezebell opened the door to her truck and sat him gently in the passenger seat, even going so far as to buckle him up.
 
She then walked around and not so gently at all hopped into the drivers seat, being sure to squirm a bit to adjust her new heavier sack. If Elizabeth was a bit shook up then it would have completely been by accident of course. After all the flesh of her balls was quite plush, even IF a certain slut was tossed about in her sack she wouldn’t be hurt. Maybe a bit dizzy. Maybe getting a few mouthfuls of her cum. But certainly not hurt.
 
Those were the smug thoughts that went through Jezebell’s mind as she cranked the truck and peeled out of the parking lot. She couldn’t play around too much. They had places to be~
 
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An hour later, the truck pulled into the driveway of Jezebell’s home. It wasn’t a bad looking house. Well tailored yard, white picket fence. It was almost the stereotypical ‘dream home’. In a flash the bubbling bride had hopped out and was already whisking her love inside.
 
When the futa opened the door Jeremy was shocked to see… nothing. He had almost expected to see a shrine dedicated to himself. Pictures adorning the wall. Used napkins. The Hollywood stalker things.
 
Instead it looked like a normal home. Jeremy hated to admit it, but it looked rather nice. The walls were even painted his favorite color… and a signed Jersey from his favorite team was framed on the wall. And was that the painting he had tried to bid on at an auction a few months ago?
 
As it all sank in the terror slowly crept up on him. Every design choice, every item decorating the abode, even the floor plan was what he had always wanted. Jezebell had built him his dream home.
 
He didn’t have time to question how she knew, how she COULD have known, as his wife was not in a talkative mood. From the way she practically sprinted to the bedroom there was only one thing on her mind.
 
Jezebell threw Jeremy down onto the soft king size bed as she got to work literally tearing the clothes off the both of them. Finally leaping onto the bed herself, she pulled the tinier man close cuddling and snuggling with him as though he was a teddy bear.
 
“For years I waited for this.” she whispered in almost a scared voice, like she thought he would vanish if she looked away. “I started to second guess myself for a while. Did I really deserve you? Could I really make you happy? I tried to make sure everything was perfect, but I always lost my nerve.”
 
Jeremy then felt her tighten her grip, just as Elizabeth was smothered by the thick meaty walls of the futa’s nuts when she tightly squeezed them. “But then I heard that… witch had messed with your head. Somehow tricked you into proposing to her. Tried to steal you from me! Then all the hesitation went away. I couldn’t let her or anyone else trick you like that. Not when we were meant to be together… I guess in a way I have the thank the bi… Elizabeth, for making me see the truth.”
 
She shook her head as she pulled Jeremy in even tighter, his face firmly lodged between her breasts. “But it doesn’t matter how. All that matters is that we’re together now! And nothing will ever pull us apart because we love each other...” she paused for a moment and loosened her grip if barely. “Right Jeremy?” She asked staring down at him with pleading eyes.
 
Jeremy wanted to say no. That she was a monster that had ruined his wedding to the girl of his dreams. But he didn’t. As long as he pretended to be a good husband, no matter how much it made him want to vomit, Elizabeth would at least live to see tomorrow.
 
“Of course… I love you Jezebell.”
 
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Tears started to well up in Jezebell’s eyes as she heard those words. She had waited so long. Dreamed every night to hear someone tell her those words.
 
But Jezebell wasn’t stupid. Nor was she blind.
 
No matter how sweet the words that left his lips, his eyes weren’t filled with love. Only terror.
 
It made her heart want to break into a million pieces. Her legs squeezed tighter against her own sack as she realized she was too late.
 
Elizabeth. That WHORE had brainwashed him. The only reason he was here was because that homewrecker was safely squirming inside her. It would be so simple to remove her from the equation. But if she did, Jeremy would hate her. He would run away from her. She might never see him again.
 
...No. She wouldn’t give up. That bitch might wormed her way into their lives, but Jezebell wouldn’t break down and cry like in High School. Jeremy had saved her from those tears.
 
She wanted to be with Jeremy? Fine.
 
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Jeremy felt something slap into his back. He turned his head only to be greeted by the futa’s rapidly hardening cock. He tried to stay calm. This was all for Elizabeth.
 
But his terrible semblance of calm evaporated instantly as Jezebell shoved his head into her wet slit. Any cries were silenced by the thick flesh of her urethra, as the hungry phallus worked in tandem with Jezebell’s strong arms to force the man down the tight passageway.
 
So. He had been found out. Elizabeth had always said he was a terrible liar… and now because of that she was likely nothing more than spunk waiting to greet him when he finally met his own end. Jeremy didn’t even bother to fight back. Without Liz, his life didn’t mean anything anyway. As he landed with a splash into the overpoweringly musky liquid, he only hoped it would be over quickly.
 
“...Jeremy?”
 
His eyes shot open. He quickly wiped the semen from his face, and struggled to see in the dark fleshy chamber. His mind had to be playing tricks on him. But in the darkness he saw an all too familiar outline.
 
Elizabeth, her dress seeming to have faded away.
 
Jeremy practically tackled her, hugging her for dear life less she vanish.
 
What little pleasure in the moment was erased as he heard a muffled voice from above. “I know you still love her Jeremy. I don’t know what she did to you… but I don’t care. I’m flexible. If it means we can have our happily ever after I can put up with a mistress. She’s practically cock filler anyway… so in a way I guess it is like my dearest giving me a blowjob. So let’s just consummate this marriage~”
 
The world began to shake. Their captor was literally jacking off with both of them inside of her. It was too much. Jeremy had been on edge all day and had no idea what to think anymore. The one thing he knew for certain was Liz was in front of him.
 
His body moved on it’s own as he locked lips with her. Elizabeth didn’t fight it. If this was a cruel joke and their last moment’s then it would be spent locked together.
 
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Jezebell felt them. She felt as they were having sex coated in her cum. Locked away in her balls. Rather than be enraged she smiled. She couldn’t change the fact Jeremy loved Elizabeth. At least not quickly.
 
But she was confident. It might take days, weeks, even years. But sooner or later she would crack that shell around Jeremy’s heart and he would really love her.
 
Then Elizabeth could sit back and watch as they lived out their happily ever after. She HAD made a promise to her new husband after all.
 
The mere thought of that bitch getting what she deserved was good enough. The futa stroked faster and faster until she finally felt herself cumming.
 
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Jeremy came just as he was thrown upward in a torrent of cum. Painfully he was forced once again through Jezebell’s urethra. He heard the futa moaning as he landed on the floor with a wet splat.
 
It took him a moment to cough up the spunk in his throat. He feared he’d never get the taste out of his mouth. When he finally looked up he saw Elizabeth. Her face was poking out of the monstrous cock, cum dripping from her normally soft and silky hair.
 
“Jerem-”
 
Slurk
 
Whatever she wanted to say was left unfinished as Liz’s head disappeared. Only a frantically squirming bulge left behind, descending as Jeremy watched in terror. And finally that too disappeared after it reached the base of the futa’s cock.
 
“Ahhh. That’s better.” Jezebell said sweetly as she leaned over and looked down at her hubby. “A bit strange for our first time… but I’m sure it counts! Let’s get cleaned up and head to bed.”
 
The rest was a blur. Jezebell carried him to the shower, washed both of them off, and dressed the tiny man in a set of silk pajamas that were somehow a perfect fit. She wore a nightie that did nothing to hide the monster between her legs. Or the struggling inside it.
 
With that, she carried the dazed man to the bed and snuggled him close before placing a kiss on his lips. “Good night dear. Love you, and sweet dreams.”
 
Jezebell let the warmth of Jeremy and the futile struggles of Elizabeth lull her to sleep. Jeremy simply stared up at the ceiling. His big day coming to an end.