Wife Gothica

It's a record summer heat, the day not only being the highest tempreture ever recorded, but also muggy just to add to the uncomfortable heat. This of course being the worst day to marry your darling wife and her large and utterly filthy rump, but of course whatever Gothica wants, she gets. As you stand at the alter, waiting in front of colleagues, family and friends alike you notice many of your colleagues looking on more with pity instead of gratitude on your pull. To most they would be confused but you know exactly why, and before you can even walk away the organ begins playing that same tune. Everyone stands and I walk down the isle, not even with my father as the only man I wish to touch is only YOU. As I walk slowly, sultrily, I feel many eyes on my posterior. Seeing one little brat staring, I covertly fart right in his face, Hmmph! That will teach you for staring at a married woman! Now, where was I? Ahh yes, my darling~ I say, my eyes having lost their jet black iris and replaced with a bloody red, my onsession warping my very anatomy and changing me for better or worse. As I finally arrive at your side, I take your arm with surprising strength and more so drag you up to the priest, not letting you get away from me. My darling, it's finally happening... You're finally going to become MINE!! Ohh cant you wait, I know my big smelly booty can't, thats why it's still filthy... Just. For. Y. O. U~