The witch grins at you before snapping her fingers, instantly returning you back to your original size. "Glad we understand each other," she chuckles. "You're lucky I'm in a generous mood. Now be a good boy and play along, or next time you'll wish I'd only shrunk you down..."
The old crone vanishes and time begins to flow normally again. You look down at your husband to be gleefully smiling back up at you, and then out at the crowd of friends and family. You're mortified to see so many familiar faces from school here to watch you marry a 9 year old boy, especially...
"Oh I'm so happy for you Steven!" Sally tells you with a big smile. She leans in close and whispers, "I'm actually kind of jealous. I can't believe you landed such a stud!" You can barely process the shock of hearing your girlfriend, or perhaps former girlfriend saying that about a kid before the pastor begins the ceremony. And who other to run the service than that nasty witch herself, a fact that nobody but you seems to be aware of.
"Dearly beloved..." she begins, her voice dripping with smugness. "We're gathered here today to witness a beautiful union between Max and his femboy bride Steven. These two are a powerful reminder that when it comes to true love age really is just a number... But dick size still determines who wears the pants." The audience laughs at the raunchy joke, including yours and Max's parents.
Max steps forward and holds your hands in his small soft ones, strangely making you feel butterflies in your stomach at his touch. You can't deny he's a cute kid, but there's no way you'd even catch feelings for him; you're not gay, and especially not for little boys! But that freckled face flashing you that brace faced smile is just so charming somehow...
"Now Max, repeat after me... I, Max..."
"I, Max... take Steven... to be my lawfully wedded femboy wife... to have and to hold... and to have lots and lots of sex with... in sickness and in health... forever and ever!"
You find it hard to tear your gaze away from Max's big green eyes staring into yours as he says his obscene vows, they're almost hypnotic. Unfortunately the only other thing you seem to be able to focus on is the massive bulge in his pants squirming down the right leg of his shorts, and the fist sized, foreskin wrapped head of his cock slithering out into view past his knee.
"Very good! Now Steven, you do the same. I, Steven..." the witch orders you, your body immediately succumbing to her orders.
"I, Steven... take M-Max... to be my lawfully wedded h-husband... to have and to hold... and to offer up m-my holes to him whenever he needs them...and be his willing c-c-cum dumpster bitch... in sickness and in health... forever and ever and ever and ever..."
"That's right, forever and ever," the witch grins with glee. "Now, if anyone has a reason why these two should not be wed-- not you!" You feel your jaw immediately snap and lock shut. "-- speak now, or forever hold your peace." With the only possibly dissenting mouth magically sealed, the audience remains silent.
"Well, then it's settled. Jake, could you please bring out the rings?" Your little brother eagerly marches up with a fancy pillow carrying two very expensive looking gold diamond studded rings, although they're very strange for wedding rings. One looks close to normal size, but the other looks practically like a bracelet. Max picks up the smaller ring and smiles at you.
"Lift up your dress, honey!" he says.
"Wh-- huh?" you stutter.
"Lift it up so I can put your ring on, silly!" your soon to be husband laughs, reaching for your dress and lifting it up to reveal your white panties. You try to stop him but Sally comes up from behind and helps hold it up for him.
"What are you doing?" you exclaim, Sally holding onto you with a surprisingly strong grip. The audience just laughs more as you get molested and upskirted. Your mom even starts cheering! Max crouches down and starts pulling down your girly underwear, your embarrassingly tiny yet rock hard cock sticking out right in his boyish face. He takes your rod in his small warm mouth for just a second, forcing an unfortunately girlish moan out of you. He then slides the little gold ring onto it as if it were your finger, slipping it down to the base with his spit acting as lube.
"There, a perfect fit!" Max gets up and exclaims as the audience and your bridesmaids clap and cheer. "Now you do me!"
You gulp nervously as Max pulls his blue dress shorts down over his sneakers, and his enormous hairless python springs into view. The huge member is easily a foot and a half long and reeks of boyish sweat and musk emanating from the massive grapefruit sized testicles sagging down past his knees. The uncut tip is pointing right up at you, spewing viscous precum from his coin slot sized piss slit. The ring he just put on you could easily disappear into that hole...
Jake hands you the oversized wedding cockring and you turn bright red as Sally and your sister Liz urge you to slide it on and tie the knot. You can hear them whispering how huge and sexy Max's cock is. You want to run, faint, anything to escape being here right now, but the witch clearly won't allow you to avoid this torment.
You slowly kneel down before the gigantic boy dick and start to slide the ring over his huge mushroom tip, taking a huge glob of precum to the face as you brush his sensitive glans. His cock continues to throb more aggressively with every inch you slide down his shaft until you reach his bare crotch. He groans with pleasure as the ring snugly fits around his hilt, and you stand back up feeling severely violated, even though you're the one who just handled a kid's junk. The audience erupts into applause regardless.
"Well then it's settled, by the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you boy and wife!" the witch announces. "You may now..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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