Amy is going to marry the love of her life, but the pill she takes to help with her anxiety is a bit on the juicy side. (This story was the story of the month on my Patreon and will come to DA on Oct 24th. It contains blueberry inflation, embarrassment, slow inflation, juicing, breast expansion, ass expansion and more. There is also a poll for part 2 on my Patreon.)

A few minutes later, Amy was pacing back and forth, waiting for her cue to walk down the aisle.  “Why is this taking so long.”  The pill she had swallowed was helping keep her anxiety down, but still, every second ticked away as if it were an eternity.  “Come on.”

              Then the music started, and she straightened her back.  All eyes were on her as she slowly walked down the aisle, bouquet in hand and the biggest smile she had ever had in her life.  “This is it.  I am really going to marry him.”  She could see him standing under the archway with a big smile on his face.  But as she neared, his smile turned to a look of concern, and those around her began to giggle.  “What is going on?”  She narrowed her eyes as she looked around.  “This is my big day, and they are trying to ruin it.”

              When she neared Ivan, the priest looked at her.  “Ma’am, this isn’t the time for jokes.”

              “What are you talking about?”

              Ivan lowered his voice.  “Hunny, why did you paint your face blue?  Look, I think it’s cute, but this isn’t exactly the time.”

              “Blue?”  She shook her head.  “I wouldn’t ever do anything like that.  Look, can we just focus on getting married?”  She took a deep breath.  “I want this day to be perfect.”  Gurrgle.  “Ugh.  My stomach is starting to do jumping jacks.  I think I should have listed to Pamula about taking that pill with water.”