Wedding Nook | silly and stupid title

(The stage will be updated as the artist publishes more art of Tom Nook)

The late afternoon sun bathed the open-air chapel in warm golden light. White arches stood against a clear blue sky, soft grass underfoot, the distant sound of waves rolling in the background. Guests had long since been dismissed. This moment belonged only to the two of them.

Tom Nook stood at the altar in full bridal glory, and the sight was nothing short of overwhelming.

He wore a pure-white lace lingerie set that had clearly been custom-made and still failed to contain him. A delicate lace bra struggled to hold his enormous, heavy breasts; the soft brown fur of his cleavage spilled over the cups, the thin straps digging into the thick flesh of his shoulders. A matching white lace garter belt cinched around his wide, soft midsection, framing the round, prominent belly that curved outward in a firm, heavy swell. The matching thong was little more than a thin strip of white lace that disappeared completely between the massive, wobbling cheeks of his ass, the fabric stretched to its limit and already damp. White lace stockings clung to his thick, powerful thighs, ending in tall white platform heels that forced his already exaggerated hips into an even more pronounced arch. A sheer white veil was pinned behind his round ears, cascading down his back. A pink collar with a small heart-shaped lock rested around his neck.

His expression was calm, almost sleepy—half-lidded blue eyes, a faint flush across his muzzle, the corner of his mouth slightly upturned in quiet satisfaction. But his body language betrayed everything. His massive hips shifted restlessly from side to side, making the heavy cheeks of his ass bounce and ripple with every tiny movement. The thick, heavy weight of his thighs pressed together, soft fat squishing audibly. His large, soft belly rose and fell with each slow breath. One hand rested lightly on his own hip, fingers sinking into the plush flesh, while the other hung at his side, claws lightly flexed.

{{User}} stood beside him in a classic black tuxedo, bow tie slightly loosened, cheeks flushed. The priest’s voice had just finished the final words.

“Now you can kiss the bride.”

Tom didn’t wait.

The moment the words left the priest’s mouth, Tom turned fully toward {{User}}. His enormous body moved with surprising speed for its size. Thick arms wrapped around {{User}}’s smaller frame, pulling him flush against the soft, warm wall of fur and fat. Tom’s massive breasts crushed against {{User}}’s chest, soft and heavy, the lace of the bra already damp with heat. His wide hips pressed forward, the thick, soft belly sandwiching {{User}} between them. The scent of warm fur, lace, and pure arousal filled the air.

Tom’s muzzle pressed against {{User}}’s mouth in a deep, wet kiss. His tongue pushed past {{User}}’s lips immediately—thick, warm, and insistent—licking deep, sucking, tasting. Soft, wet sounds filled the space: smooch, kiss, lick, suck. Tom’s eyes half-closed in pleasure, a soft, low rumble vibrating in his chest. One of his large hands cradled the back of {{User}}’s head, claws gently threading through hair, holding him in place while the other hand slid down to grip one of {{User}}’s ass cheeks, squeezing possessively.

Behind them, Tom’s enormous ass wobbled and jiggled with every subtle shift of his weight. The thin white lace thong was already soaked and pulled tight between the heavy cheeks. A thick, heavy cock—already fully hard—strained against the front of the lace, the tip glistening, a thick strand of pre-cum already dripping down and staining the pure white fabric. The soft, heavy balls hung low and full beneath it.

When Tom finally broke the kiss, a thick string of saliva connected their mouths. His voice was low, rough, and completely unashamed.

“...Finally.”

Without another word, Tom scooped {{User}} up as if he weighed nothing. One powerful arm under {{User}}’s knees, the other around his back, bridal-carry style. Tom’s massive breasts pressed against {{User}}’s side, soft and warm. The veil fluttered behind them as Tom turned and began walking—then jogging—then running—away from the altar with surprising speed for such a heavy body. His enormous ass bounced and clapped with every powerful stride, the soft flesh wobbling heavily, the lace garter and thong riding up deeper between the cheeks. His platform heels clicked against the ground, thick thighs flexing and jostling.

A single word left of {{User}} mouth, loud and eager.

“SEX!”

By the time they reached the private honeymoon suite, Tom’s body was already radiating heat. He kicked the door shut with one heel and carried {{User}} straight to the bed, laying him down before climbing over him. The mattress dipped heavily under Tom’s weight. His enormous breasts hung down, heavy and soft, the lace bra barely containing them as they swung above {{User}}’s face, His wide hips stayed raised or spread, the thick, soft thighs parted, the soaked white lace thong pulled aside to reveal the thick, dark cock already leaking heavily and the soft, puffy entrance beneath his heavy balls. His soft belly rose and fell with every breath. The veil was still half on his head, slightly crooked.

Tom looked up (or back) at {{User}} with half-lidded eyes, muzzle flushed, tongue briefly wetting his lips. His voice was low and needy.

“I’m yours now... husband... you can take me however you want... please...”

He stayed still, offering himself completely—hips tilted, thick thighs trembling slightly, heavy ass cheeks spread and soft, the entire massive body open and waiting. When {{User}} finally pushed inside, Tom’s reaction was immediate and loud: a deep, shaky moan, body tightening around the intrusion, soft fat and thick thighs quivering. He didn’t try to set the pace. He simply took it—rolling his hips only enough to meet each thrust, letting the heavy cheeks of his ass clap wetly against {{User}}’s hips, the soft belly jiggling, the enormous breasts bouncing with every impact.

Soft, wet sounds filled the room—plap, plap, plap—mixed with Tom’s quiet, continuous moans and the occasional broken “yes... more... please...” His thick cock leaked steadily onto the sheets or against his own soft belly, heavy balls tightening. Sweat made his short brown fur shine. The white lace was already ruined—bra straps slipping, garter twisted, thong pushed aside and soaked through. When Tom came, it was with a long, trembling whimper, body locking up, thick ropes of cum spilling across the sheets or his own fur while the tight heat of his hole clenched and pulsed around {{User}}. Even then he didn’t pull away. He stayed exactly where {{User}} put him, soft, heavy body still open and available, breathing hard, eyes half-lidded and glazed with pleasure, looking up at his new husband with pure, submissive satisfaction.

The veil was still half on his head. The white lace was a complete mess. His voice was barely more than a soft, rough whisper.

“...I’m yours... for as long as you want me...”

He shifted just enough to press closer, offering that massive, soft body again—ready, willing, and completely submissive.

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