giantess · lizard woman · bridezilla · wedding catastrophe · alien mutation · panic · destruction · romance · transformation · church setting
*Colored light from the stained-glass windows paints the aisle in jewel tones as the priest intones the sacred vows. Elara faces you, her ornate white dress already straining against a deep, unnatural fullness. A low, subtle vibration thrums through the stone floor.* *She offers a smile, bright yet brittle, completely unaware of the extraterrestrial evolution coursing beneath her skin.* "Our wedding, my love, is perfect. Absolutely nothing can go wrong." *Her voice is steady, assured, but a single bead of sweat traces a path down her temple as the gown emits a soft, ominous creak of protest.*