Bouquet of fated love TG

 

https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/7135733?q=manuela_casagranda 

“I just don’t get it, what gets people so excited about weddings?” Andrew sighed, rubbing his thumb and finger against his temple. Cassi, his roommate, asked “What brought this on? Feeling a sudden hatred for the institution of marriage?” well sipping her pepsi. Andrew lifted up his phone and showed an email he’d gotten. It was an invitation to a wedding from a co-worker which had her in what could only be called a choice for a wedding dress that seemed to have way too many coloured accents, and a husband who seemed mildly dead inside. “Doesn't look too bad, just a regular wedding.” Cassi replied, taking a bigger sip of her pepsi. “I know I’m just tired of being dragged to everyone else's wedding. I’m only there to pad out the seats.” Andrew then put down his phone and began to stretch, getting ready to go for a walk. “Some day it’ll be your wedding and you’ll want everyone to be there.” “As if! The only girl who puts up with me is you.” “Yeah, and that's how it’ll be unless you are willing to kiss some boys.” Cassi chuckled, lying back in her seat and staring at the roof. Andrew just shook his head, easy for her to say. He’d never seen her express any kind of attraction ever. Still it didn’t matter, he needed to clear his head and most likely think of an excuse not to go to that wedding.

As Andrew walked down the street, he felt a chill as the cold air brushed down his spine. He tried to get the wedding off his mind, thinking of anything else. Taxes, games, that weird dream involving a mermaid cat girl he had last night. But this wasn’t helped when, seemingly out of the blue a bouquet of soft white flowers fell from out of the blue and whacked Andrew in the back of the head. “HEY! Who's the wise guy who decided to brain me with… a bouquet?” He picked up the bouquet, giving it a look he noticed a small note written on it that said “Our small contribution to your special day. Love Mum.” This had to be a mean joke. Who threw this at him? Looking around his area Andrew couldn’t see anyone dressed like a bride, or a bridesmaid. They must be in the local area. The nearest place a wedding could be happening was the church and it was a couple blocks away. So, still wanting to get in a proper walk, Andrew began his trek to return the bouquet on this cold winter day in the suburbs.

As Andrew made his way up to the church he found himself walking down an incredibly windy street, he struggled to move forward with any momentum. The wind pushed him back, and the bouquet seemed to stay unharmed. Still his hoodie was blown back, flapping in the wind and catching it too like a sail. His hair seemed to change as the air flew through it. His hair, dark and black seemed to become lighter and soon became a lovely light brown. The wind seemed to style it better than a professional hairdresser, his hair becoming a beautiful bob with delicate shape and licks near his face. It was the style of a mature yet calm woman, and it wasn’t all the wind would do. A trash bag ripped open and Andrew's face was smothered in stuff. Lipstick flew out, making his lips plump and oh so kissable, and pink. A very nice pink indeed. His face caked in makeup, also seeming to make the face itself more feminine and beautiful. He was the absolute picture of a classic beauty, the final touch, a tiara that was way too fancy to be in the trash. It flew into his head and seemed to jam itself in his hair. Realising he wasn’t getting anywhere fast, Andrew ducked into the nearest side street. Guess it was the long route.

Walking down the side street, with the head of a beautiful bride and the bouquet of one too. Luckily the cold winter day was keeping him rugged up in his hoodie. That's till the sun came out, and the well tiled back alley turned into an oven, heat reflecting off every surface. Everything under Andrews hoodie began to cook, and cook it did. His belly he’d had since he was a child cooked away, thinning and thinning and becoming a nice well curved waist, likely from years of waist training and maybe just being lucky. His back made a cartoonish crack, and curved in, made for an enviable waist. His hairy chest began to bubble, and the hair burned off and began to swell. Heat and energy pushed against his chest, an oven under the skin that was baking something softer than bread. Like a cake it began to grow and grow, two pillows forming. And soon Andrew sported a pair of hot E cup boobs, which practically burst forth from under the hoodie. Looking down, he couldn’t help but be confused by the sight. Was he really seeing stuff from the heat already? It felt pretty real, but then again most hallucinations do. So he decided to power through. Not like anyone else would see the hallucination boobs.

Finally out of a side street, Andrew felt super self conscious about the boobs even if they weren’t real, so he pulled up his hoodie and tried to hide his face, which he didn’t even know was pretty. But this wouldn’t last, as he passed a woman walking her dog. Said dog seemed to smell what was happening to Andrew, and lunged forward, pulling out of his owner's grasp. And the first thing it did was begin to lick Andrew's legs. And through his jeans his legs began to change, all well he jumped a bit from the weird sensation. His legs thinned and became hairless and curvy, his shape becoming more hourglass. Thighs fattened from dog spit presumably, and that extended to his ass, which became a beautiful and plump ass. Feet shrunk, small and dainty, barely fitting into his shoes. Then came his dick, which was standing to attention, before suddenly retracting and slinking away, leaving a new fertile clit, which had been fingered, a lot. How else were you meant to spend a sunday?

As the owner of the dog pulled them back, she said “Sorry miss, he gets really excited around women. Say, are you going to a wedding?” “Miss?” Andrew replied confused, but shook it off, maybe his hair just looked like a girl with this bouquet. “No, I'm just trying to return this bouquet, not a big fan of weddings myself.” “Aww really? I know it's all a bit showy but its a special day where you get to celebrate your relationship with someone you love. Plus those dresses really do wonders for your form.” “I mean I guess? But why be so grand for a declaration of love? What if that love doesn't last?” Andrew rubbing the back of his neck asked, not realising how funny it seemed for such a pretty lady to look so meek. “Nothing lasts honey, and that's okay. We gotta have special moments or else we don’t have anything to look forward to.” “Something to look forward to…” “anyway, I’ve gotta get home, kids probably broke something.” Then, without even giving her name, the dog walker walked off, leaving Andrew to think. Sounded, nice. Now, where was he going? The Church? Right, he needed to get to the church.

Now Andrew was close, the steeple was in sight, but walking up the path he noticed an older woman attempting to pick up her groceries, and not even thinking twice Andrew stopped to help her to pick up the groceries. “Oh thank you sweetie, you really don’t have to.” “No, it's fine, I’m not in a rush.” “A rush? Honey, it's your special day! Everyone in town knows it is. You should be getting to the church?” “Special day?” Andrew asked, mind foggy. “Duh, it's not your birthday, you're getting married!” “I am!?” “Did you wake up on the wrong side of bed sweetie? Why else would you be all dolled up? Amy, you’ve got to get out of that hoodie and into that church.” The old lady said, grabbing the zip of the hoodie and pulling it down, revealing under a beautiful white wedding dress, white gloves, beautiful gown and a top showing a lot a boob. Seemingly it’d changed without Amy ever noticing, and she now looked like the perfect blushing bride. The old woman didn’t let up, quickly picking up her groceries and handing the white bouquet back to amy. “Now hurry up, try not to trip in those heels.” “Oh goodness, thank you miss!” Amy said, her face that of an exasperated bride. She gripped her bouquet and ran as fast as her heels could take her, till she tumbled through the front door of the church.

On one side was her family, her friends, a guy who looked confusingly like cloud strife, and everyone who mattered to her. On the other side were people she didn’t quite recognise but seemed familiar. The person waiting for her at the end of the aisle was hard to see, as she was blinded by the sun coming in the window. Still, she did her best to march with poise and purpose, and not trip in her heels. Arriving at the end, she could see they were a bride, in a dress far more modest than hers. Still there was a veil across her face, and the priest said “Today we come together to see two people who seemed alone in the world unite, and become something more, a family.” Then, the veiled bride spoke and Amy recognised her immediately. “Amy when you moved in with me I thought you would just be loud and rude and maybe a bit annoying, but you’ve proven to be the best gift I’ve ever gotten. Will you make me the happiest woman on the planet?” Cassi said, holding out the ring. Amy, tearing up nodded, gently slipping in on her finger. She’d never felt so happy in her life. “You may now kiss the bride.” The priest said, and without hesitation Amy threw herself into a deep loving and playful kiss, smothering Cassi in her kisses. “Geez, careful amy or you’ll knock me over.” Amy couldn’t help herself, crying “I-I’M SORRY THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE!” and, leaning in to kiss her now wife more, Amy tossed the bouquet away.

Andrew wandered down the street, annoyed at how much weddings seem to come up. But this wasn’t helped when, seemingly out of the blue a bouquet of soft white flowers fell from out of the blue and whacked Andrew in the back of the head. Funny how these things turn out, for the new wives Amy and Cassi.