Chubby Bride Novels & Stories

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, so only I heard, even with all that clicking. "Don't you dare hide my wife from them, Isabella." I looked up at him. My billionaire. My cold surgeon who was now my husband. He was not embarrassed. He was proud. Proud of my size 16 body in a cut wedding dress at City Hall. Lily giggled in his arm. "Mamma famous!" And I was. Mrs. Potts' phone was still buzzing. The T****k live may have ended, but the clip was already everywhere. Someone recorded it. Someone posted it with caption: "Billionaire Marries Chubby Nanny In Crop Top Wedding Dress — City Hall"

This was going to get so good. For a minute I looked around before looking over at the bride in a white dress, she didn't have a veil covering her face so I could see her stained cheeks, she was blushing so hard and it made me chuckle at her naivety. "Wow, your bride is hot" I heard Lou say but his voice was drawn out of my head when my eyes fixed on golden eyes, that was all I could see, big golden beautiful eyes, fuck. "Who the hell is that?" I asked, my eyes sweeping the girl behind the bride and Clinton answered.

They are not the best but I still love them both dearly. Father held out his arm and I entwined mine with his. Isabella handed me my bouquet of white lilies then we walked through the double doors and into the chapel. I fidget and almost skip a step at the flashes of camera that came over us all at once. Father must have sensed this as he bent down slightly to whisper in my ear. Somewhere in the back of my head I can hear the organist play Here comes the bride. "It only gets awkward at first. Try to smile and you'll be fine" he said.

“No, just some drunk, oblivious girl who thinks everyone wants her. There’re many of that kind of woman in this town. Mine, on the other hand, is completely opposite of that. She’s kind, generous and very intelligent.” “Luck is on your side. My bride resembles a robot. She just goes through the motions and bends over backward to impress me.” And he starts it up again. “This bride of yours sounds to be quite an equal to you. Not to mention, I have an impression that she keeps you on your toes.” “We’re more similar than you can imagine and even though she’s perfect in so many ways, we have our arguments.”

"Appala has a really bad attitude, I thought it was just gossip." "It would have been nice, but you will have to accept the niceness if the behavior is bad." "Chiffon is also there, maybe she's fighting for Travis again!" "You have no shame!" Chiffon's friend shouted and then she stood up from where she was sitting at the chocolate fountain, both of her hands were full of chocolates, the entire lower part of her dress and she was about to punch me, I backed away one after another and I thought I was going to be beaten so I closed my eyes tightly and waited for the next thing to happen but it seems like two minutes have passed and I still don't feel any pain in my body.

The only other bridesmaid besides Glenda was Darby Van Zandt and she was shier than AJ and Liza combined. “Now, ladies. We’re gonna have a little contest. Yes, there is a prize.” Glenda waved a clear plastic purple phallus with pearl looking things inside. “This vibrator, as seen on Sex and the City, is called the rabbit. It spins.” She hit a switch and the vibrator started to make a buzzing noise as the tip circled. The women in the crowd went nuts.

I climbed onto the bed, he helped fix a pillow under my belly, I gripped the other tight, and pushed my chest down while arching my hips high in the air. My robe was bunched around my waist, leaving my ass and dripping pussy completely exposed. Daddy grabbed Joan, my favorite stuffed animal, and placed her right by my face. “Moan into her, kitten. She’ll help you keep those pretty sounds down while Daddy plays with your needy little cunt.”

She choked back a gasp of physical pain, her fingers trembling violently in his iron grip. In the heavy, echoing quiet of the cathedral, a soft, delicate laugh rang out. Julia Lee. She covered her mouth with a manicured hand, her shoulders shaking with silent, cruel amusement. Within moments, the surrounding pews erupted into a wave of suppressed titters and mocking murmurs about the bride who was ‘too fat for a King diamond.’ Darel released her hand immediately, wiping his palm against his trousers as if her touch had contaminated him. The priest cleared his throat quickly. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

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Astrid's pov "My mate is here!" Cherry said, pride swelling in her words, she looked at Taylor, a silent expression requesting permission. Taylor waved her hand dismissively. Cherry leaped up from her chair and rushed off to meet her mate, in his hold a brown rabbit. She kissed him passionately, wrapping her hand around his neck. "I know you are very happy to see your mate," Carla said upon Cherry's return before she could even sit down, "But you should apply some decorum because if you react like that over a little bunny what are the rest of us supposed to do when our mates bring in a real game?"