As your face nears the massive lips of Gladys, you get an idea to flip the script again to increase the laughter with an unexpected turn...but you'll need Gladys' cooperation to do it. As she's going slowly, you have a moment to mutter through your squeezed cheeks what you have in mind. Gladys, who is already delighted at your willing cooperation with the act, whispers agreement and just as her lips meet yours, the two of you swing about. Now you have your arms wrapped around what you can of her vast body and are tipping her backwards in a huge kiss with her seeming shocked at your boldness. Admittedly, you have nowhere near the necessary strength to hold Gladys up like this, but she knows how to hold herself to make it look like you do. As for the kiss, you get the feeling that might be the real surprise for her given that you throw yourself into it completely to the point where your tongue is grappling with hers like it was Wrestlemania. The band, responding to the sudden shift, hits a comically romantic violin sting and a couple of other clowns prance out in cupid-gear, firing suction-cup arrows at both of you to ensure that both you and she have at least one stuck to your respective behinds.
"Well how about this, ladies and gentlemen," says Glenda, now having taken a microphone, "Could it be after all of this time my sister has found the man of her dreams? What do you think? Should we just skip the preamble and move on to the wedding?"
Your breathtaking kiss with Gladys has only just ended and she is now on her feet in front of you as that last word registers. Wedding? Really? Well, you're committed to the act, but something about the tone makes you wonder just how much if it is meant to be an act. You give a nervous smile to Gladys, wondering if you'd gone too far, but she seems to be enjoying the events of the act more and more by the second.
"Hope you're ready for what you've gotten yourself into, cutie," she says, "Just remember, you make a commitment, you'd better be ready to honor it."
Already, the clowns are changing the scene, bringing out bouquets of squirting flowers, wedding-style cakes that you know are going to end up all over someone (probably you) and even a bumbling clownish "priest" to officiate. You're going to have to make a decision here.
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