Emma had previously been overjoyed seeing what she had assumed was Sophie playing pretend with her lovely neices "That would explain why she is late!" Emma rationaled incorrectly, "she's so kind, even though she's clearly a bit ditzy and scatter-brained to be running late on her own wedding! Gosh where would Sophie be without me" she thought, collecting the 2-inch form of her fiancee from the hands of her lovely gentle little flower-girls.
However when she brought Sophie to her face, she seemed a bit lifeless, dishevled... and plasticy?
"Sophie?" Emma questioned, poking the nude frozen body of her fiancee which smiled blankly back.
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You were in heaven under the scrutiny of your beloved, her blue eyes examining her form, her eyebrows furrowing "Clealy in horror as to what had been done to me!" you concluded.
You hoped she'd get you out of this predicament, banish the wicked Ashile from the weddings and your lives for good, get married in the wedding of your dreams and ride off into the sunset for your honeymoon.
Unfortuatly Emma's next words shattered this hope
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"I must be mistaken" She sighed, "this isnt Sophie, its just some cheap busted-up doll that kind of looks like her from a distance, I suppose" Emma frowned to your horror and offence from being insulted unwittingly by your lover.
"Still, Sophie would probably find this thing hillarous if I show her this when i find her!" Emma smiled, "Hey girlies do you mind if I take this old thing with me?" She asked to the flower girls.
"Sure, its lame and broken" The older one responded.
"Thanks!" said Emma, standing up straight with you in tow, once realising she had no pockets to keep you, she slid what she thought was a doll into her inviting cleavage.
Being enveloped in her huge tits would probably be the highlight of your day, if it didnt come at the cost of missing your wedding, and for the first time in over an hour, as your hardening finally started to slightly loosen, you were able to shed tears, which streamed down your tiny face, still contorted into a sick smile.
Altough still unable to move your body, you were forced to sit in the warm jiggling captivity of Emma's mammaries as she bounced around looking for you before your wedding in less than 30 minutes.
As the minutes passed, and every guest answered cluelessly about the whereabouts of a tiny girl, many thinking that Emma was joking since she hadn't informed them about her fiancee's stature, Emma's search became more and more frantic as the thought of you standing her up crept into her mind.
This frantic movement had the adverse effect of causing her immense breasts to sweat in the tight confines of her bodice, and for you to become sumberged in the slippery flesh that surrounded you. This added moisture, and the warmth of her bosom, accelerared the rate at which you broke through the hardening and life returned to your body.
With 10 minutes to spare before your weddings, you had gained full control of your fingers and toes, and you could feel the strength in your limbs returning, your face however, was still stuck smiling.
However, with such short time untill your wedding, Emma's panic mounted, which you felt through her elevated heartrate. After a few snide comments from Ashile and her mother when she'd asked about your location, she had now become fully convinced that you had abandoned her at the altar.
As she decided to wait backstage with Ashile comforting her, just in case you turned up, she sobbed into her hands, tears smearing her makeup, but also dripping down into her cleavage, the added cool moisture was the final push for you to regain full movement.
Well, almost full movement as your mouth still remains frozen in a smile, but nevertheless you wriggle and thrash inbetween Emma's heaving boobies, alerting her of a slight tickle inside them.
She absentmindedly reaches down to see what it is, haven forgotten about the "doll" in all the chaos however...
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