Shotgun Wedding
 
Robbie blinked twice as he saw the smiling bride enter the small chapel and it took a confused glance down at his tuxedo to remind him that he was the bridegroom.
 
Not even the sight of his soon-to-be wife's massive black jugs overflowing from her white dress' cleavage could cheer up his distressed mind.
 
He was like a man in a dream, gulping and sweating as he tried to make sense of it all. It had all happened so fast! From a inebriated one night stand with the gal now slowky approaching him to her parents showing up in his work and pressuring him into marrying their daughter for some reason or another in front of all his colleagues, he had lived these last few days as in a daze. Robbie now reflected on his drugged-like condition, but knew it was too late for that: the bride had arrived at his side.
 
Now the man behind the improvised altar (neither a priest nor an Elvis impersonator) began talking, but Robbie couldn't hear what he said. His head had started to hurt. When the time came to say "I do", the bride said it instantly and he said it too, meekly and automatically.
 
"You may now kiss the bride," The man said.
 
Robbie's bride smiled, closed her eyes and puckered up her pillowy lips, awaiting for her man's meet them. That was when the bridegroom lost it. He didn't want to marry her! He only got involved with that girl because he got drunk! He had a sweetheart whom he actually loved, and he didn't want to lose her forever because of some stupid shotgun marriage!
 
But how would he escape this predicament? How? Robbie kept thinking, never arriving at a conclusion. And he couldn't leave his bride waiting for her kiss forever. That was when he did it.
 
Robbie opened his mouth and in the blink of an eye gobbled up his bride's entire head. There was a chorus of gasping all over the place but the woman whose head he had engulfed was paralyzed by surprise. The man kept going, moved more by instinct and hunger than by logic and started to swallow more of his victim's body. As her skin met the white man's tastebuds, they became invaded by a flavour that was not short of divide. If Robbie's brain was at first confused by his actions and trying to process how a human being could swallow another, it quickly stopped perceiving the black woman as human, instead, influenced by the feedback sent by the tastebuds, picturing her as the most delicious, greasy and fatty piece of fast-food it had ever come in contact with. Robbie wasn't usually that much of a fast eater, but with a meal like that between his jaws it didn't take long for him to get past the black woman's plentiful bossom. Now his prey had started to protest, but she couldn't resist that much anymore, now that her humongous tits were already being engulfed.
 
And they were even better than the rest of the woman's skin, that's for sure. Their prodigious size turned them into an obstacle to be conquered, but Robbie's growing hunger had made him easily stuff those orbs that could only belong to a Nubian goddess of fertility past his jaws and down his tight and wet throat.
 
The devourer meanwhile had been taken over by gluttony, certainly because the taste that met his palate once he started digging in was to his liking. He kept swallowing with ferocious hunger and quickly grabbed his bride by her wide, child-bearing hips and raised her body so gravity might aid him in conquering her rump which seemed to fill the lower part of the wedding dress in it's massiveness.
 
To say his bride had a dumptruck ass would be belittling the sheer absurd size of that butt. Robbie had once read a ghost-story where a sleeping man was smothered by a haunted pillow which folded over his face. That ass was like that pillow in it's softness, but far surpassed it in it's power to smother any poor devil who found himself between that sizeable behind and a hard place. For a second the bridegroon thought himself unable to conquer such mountainous spheres of meat, but couldn't exactly spit her out now. He had to finish what he started, even if it meant having an aching jaw by the time he was done.
 
 
Soon, his cheeks were being filled by those black twin planets, and not long after they were being pushed down his tight esophagus, followed by the woman's thick thighs. The pressure in his stomach told him that his belly was expanding, and he soon could feel it bursting out of his suit. Gravity made it an easy task gobbling down the rest of the woman's shapely legs, and just like that, Robbie's marital feast was complete. With saliva on his lips and two hands on his loud, hot white orb of an obscenely stuffed belly, the bridegroom was breathing heavily in feverish excitement.
 
"Oh heavens...oh goodness gracious...oo𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙋!" Robbie belched loudly, releasing a huge pocket of hot air (alongside a slimy bouquet, which a girl sitting in the front caught by instinst) and feeling his stomach tighten around his prey's hourglass figure. Come to think of it, he never even learned her name. Oh well.
 
Only now Robbie realized that he had a legion of wedding guests staring at him in utter shock and horror. His ex-soon-to-be wife's relatives in particular appeared to be particularly surprised and scandalized over the fact that the groon had eaten up the woman by his side like so many pieces of meat. The girl who had caught the bouquet in particular had just developed a trauma of weddings that made the prospect of being the next lucky lady in the altar quite frightning. Robbie blushed before trying to explain himself:
 
"Look, I'm really sorry for what just happened, but it would never have worked out. A girl like her and a guy like me...just impossible, right? I must say though, she was delicious. In the end I'm glad this wedding got arranged in the first place. If it makes you all feel better, you guys can dig in the cake. I'll pass. Too full."
 
Having said that, Robbie awkwardly walked out the chapel, smacking his engorged gut and paying no attention to the protests from within. What fault had he that they wanted him to marry such a behemoth of a woman like that? It wasn't like he had left her at the altar of anything, he just scarfed her down like the huge, living feast she was! Yes, whatever-her-name-was could protest and cry all she wanted, Robbie wouldn't let her out undigested. As the man got out of the building, his woman-stuffed belly filled to it's limit and protruding hairy and white from his ruined suit like the world's largest, heaviest and squirmiest beach-ball, he thought that shotgun weddings weren't that bad after all.