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"Everything needs to be perfect!" Magdalene screamed.

She threw the Bible at the preacher. He ducked and it sailed into the hall, and she roared, "Get out!" He followed his book out of the bride's dressing room.

"Shut the door!" she screamed.

He rushed to shut the door. She stomped over and locked it in a huff.

Everything was nearly perfect. Magdalene was beautiful from head to toe. Check list: red-hair up in a ponytail; beautiful freckled skin and crimson lips so very carefully improved with makeup; a fine white silk wedding dress wrapped tight around her wide hips and flowing over her ass; delicate dainty white shoes; and underneath, sexy tight lingerie, a thong with a moulin-rouge white garter belt, and a push up bra holding her already generous breasts up perfectly, two smooth pale round melon-sized tits just wrapped up tidy. She knew her husband would be crazy for them.

She was perfect. It was the rest of the wedding that refused to organize. It made her furious to think about; the goddamn preacher hadn't even known what reading he was supposed to do to open the ceremony. What fucking awful mistake would happen next? She tried to cool off her burning face with a wave of her hand, but it was too much. The anger in her chest felt so goddamn explosive. She could barely keep it under control.

"Miss?" said a waitress.

"What!" Magdalene roared, and instead of simply turning, she swept and flung her arms up as if to grow large, as if to demand by mere presence an explanation for why someone so tiny and insignificant would dare interrupt her here and now, when she had more important shit to deal with.

Her arm slapped a small platter of glasses filled with dark red wine. The waitress, small, Asian and terrified, did not recover from the blow fast enough. She fumbled, and three glasses of crimson wine splashed across Magdalene's generous chest and soaked into her clothes, looking as dark as blood on her perfectly white dress.

Magdalene's mouth fell open. Her skin ran pale. She just twitched a little and stared at her stained dress.

"I'm sorry, miss," said the waitress.

"My dress," Magdalene said through a throat so tight she could hardly breathe. "Where..."

"The door?" the waitress guessed.

Magdalene stumbled over to the far door. Unlocked. Some fucking waitress had wandered through because it was unlocked. With shaking fingers, she slowly turned the lock closed.

"Miss? I'm so sorry, miss?"

Magdalene's whole body was on fire. She was only this far from striking the waitress, or...

Or worse, she couldn't even imagine it yet, but it would be so much worse.

"I'm sorry," the waitress repeated.

That made Magdalene twitch and jerk. Raw fury thundered in her belly. It tugged on the muscles along her spine. Between gritted teeth, she forced out the words, "No apology..." It was as if she had to force her jaw open. "You..."

"I'm so sorry--you just hit them so suddenly."

Magdalene felt the pressure roar up her throat like she was about to breathe fire. She rolled her head, trying to loosen her crackling neck. "My fault?" she strained to say. "Are you blaming... me?"

The waitress was really scared now. She could sense the apoplectic fury coursing through Magdalene's every jerky move. And she was an honest person. Honesty was how she handled anger.

"A little," the Asian said. "But it was mostly--"

Magdalene squealed suddenly like she was screaming with her mouth closed. She'd never been so brutally, monstrously, violently angry before. "You ruined... my... dress!"

"Can't we fix it?"

"Fix this? Fix this?" Magdalene screamed. She grabbed the wine-stained cups of her dress and hooked her fingers around them. "This..."

"Miss!"

"This can't be fixed!" she screamed and pulled, and with horrible violence she tore the front of her dress in two, releasing the pressure on her tremendous breasts. They were unveiled in their full glory, jiggling in the cups of her push-up bra, with bare inflamed nipples jutting out over the top.

"Miss!" The waitress covered her eyes and turned away.

Magdalene's chest heaved. Her nipples throbbed at the end of each tit. "Are you embarrassed? she asked venomously.

"Miss..." the girl whined.

"Stop calling me miss!" she roared. "And look at me!"

The girl didn't look.

"Look!" Magdalene screamed and kicked a shoe off at the waitress. It hit the wall. She kicked another. "Look!"

The girl turned and looked at her in fear.

"You did this!" Magdalene yelled. She tore the dress down past her waist, feeling a kind of sick joy in letting her anger go out of control. She tore each lacy arm from its sleeve and shed the dress around her feet. "Now I have no dress," she yelled, "because of you!"

The Asian girl said nothing but did not turn away.

Magdalene's legs were apart. She could feel the anger thundering in her belly. There was an almost sexual satisfaction to letting the anger flow out of her. She could feel her thong dampen. Her near nudity was arousing to her, and it was the waitress's fault because look at it, look at the ruined dress. There was no fucking wedding, not now, not because of her!

"Miss, please..."

"Shut the fuck up!" The waitress was clearly embarrassed, even ashamed of Magdalene. A tense, erotic feeling crawled over Magdalene's skin. Was the waitress afraid of lesbians? Did Magdalene's fiery beauty scare her? Was the waitress afraid of being a lesbian herself, a gay girl in denial? Magdalene wasn't afraid. She didn't care what she was, as long as the waitress never forgot what she'd done.

"Please!" the waitress pleaded. "Don't ruin your own wedding."

Magdalene's jaw dropped. She was blaming her. The little shit was still blaming her.

"Miss? Please, we can find another dress."

Magdalene couldn't hear her. Her blood thundered in her ears. The blinding white fury suffused her whole body. Every organ was inflamed; her skin was on fire. Her breasts were spilling over her bra as she hyperventilated. The rage clenched around her lungs. Her head hurt so badly. She felt like her skull was splitting open. Her asshole was squeezing till it hurt; the muscles of her vagina were spasming around nothing but her own girly lube. She had to do something. She had to let her anger out. She had to relieve one of these pains.

Groaning, snarling, she cupped her palm over her pussy and began masturbating by rubbing her mound savagely.

"Oh God..." the waitress said. She covered her mouth.

There was a terrible grinding noise as Magdalene bared her teeth and they reshaped and lengthened in her mouth to slavering animal fangs.

"M-miss?"

She grabbed the band of her thong and began to yank on it, cramming cloth between her pussy lips and ramming it against her rock hard clit. It felt so fucking good. Such violent masturbation relieved the pain of this rage.

"Please, stop!"

The thin strip of thong in her ass crack snapped in two, and the cloth whipped free of her damp, aching cunt. She pulled harder and the band over her hips snapped. The thong was torn away from her garter belt, baring her inflamed genitals to the waitress, horny in the open air. God, it felt so good to flash her aroused pussy at another woman. Her skin was on fire with lust and fury. She felt the pressure punching on the inside of her skull. With a couple of sick cracks, her jaw jutted forward, her mouth becoming a little more muzzle-like and her nose flattening ever so slightly.

"Miss!"

Magdalene wasn't sure what was happening, but every nasty crunch and shift was relief. She wanted it. She begged for it. Her face was cooking with rage. Her breath seethed between her teeth. Thin streams of drool dripped between her fangs and ran over her stretched lips. On the crown of her head, two lumps ached beneath her scalp.

"Help!" the Asian girl screamed. "Someone!"

Magdalene squatted and spread her aroused pussy lips. Her clit was throbbing and her puss dripped fluid down her taint. She shoved three fingers in her vagina, palm smashing her whole pussy. With her other hand, she reached around between her broad buttocks and pushed two fingers up her asshole. Her whole body shuddered as she anally masturbated while squeezing her pussy mound.

"You!" Magdalene snarled, feeling intense pleasure in both holes, feeding erotically off the fear and disgust of the waitress. "You ruined my wedding. This... this is your fault!"

She put her back to the waitress and pulled her fingers out of her holes. Her spine cracked like a gunshot, and she fell onto her knees and arched her back, bending down lower and lower, until her tremendous breasts pooled on the floor and her head faced forward, and her broad, round ass rose into the air, cheeks apart. The waitress could see her pussy and winking asshole.

Magdalene clenched her fingers into the carpet. Her bottom was throbbing. Her entire ass was pulsing with pleasure, and her asshole was aroused beyond all measure. She felt like she was about to burst from anger and lust. She was going to break out of her body, and she embraced it. She was the ragebeast about to hatch out of her skin.

She gritted her sharpening teeth and pushed for her new self to emerge. The wedding was ruined, and now she would become the creature to ruin this girl. Her perfect day was stolen from her. Now humanity would be stolen from them both.

Her tailbone began to extend inside her body, growing down from her rump. The tip pushed against the pucker of her asshole, tenting the skin. She shivered and urged harder, willed the rage to burn its way out of her butthole and become a beastly tail. There was another crack, another tent of her asshole, and then the pressure was too great to contain Magdalene any longer. In one forceful shove, her asshole bloomed open, and a few inches of shining crimson tail squeezed out between her butt cheeks.

She gasped. This felt more right than anything about this ridiculous wedding ever had.

The waitress was watching her grotesque sexual transformation. The very thought of her unwilling witness made Magdalene cum a little bit. She could hear the waitress's terrified whining, and she wanted more. She wanted to become a monster in front of her.

"God, why?" the waitress muttered.

With a gasp of cruel delight, Magdalene pushed again, and in slow cracks, her slimy scaled tail slid further from her shuddering ass. It quickly grew in thickness, bulging under the skin above her asshole and stretching her sphincter wide. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her bare nipples on the soft carpet and moaning at the exquisite anal sensation. Her husband had buttfucked her once, but that'd been an indirect erotic pleasure, a dick pressed against the far side of her g-spot while her asshole had alternately relaxed and tightened on his shaft.

This was raw anal, endless and incredibly tight, and it was also the sexual relief of a monster being released from within her. The bride's rage would be freed, and no petty human hide would contain it. Inch after inch emerged, now over a foot long and fist wide. Her buttocks rubbed its sensitive sides. No wonder her husband wanted to fuck her ass. The sensation of her fat butt squeezing down on her tail was sublime. She wriggled, and jiggled, and her giant buttocks slapped and slathered the sides of her thick growing tail.

"This!" Magdalene grunted and shuddered, and another three inches erupted from her asshole with a sharp crack. "This is me! This is what you made out of me!"

"No, no!" The terrified waitress was against the door, shaking.

"This is YOUR monster--" Magdalene's shout became a roar from the very bottom of her lungs, not at the waitress exactly but from the pain. With two ugly bursts, slimy horns ripped through her scalp and began to extend from the crown of her head. Her jaw continued growing outwards, pulling the skin on her cheeks violently tight as her mouth opened.

The Asian girl was screaming and beating on the locked door.

Her giant breasts were overflowing her bra. They were growing against the floor, now wider than her chest and capped by tremendous stiff nipples. Her tail continued to grow. Two feet long, cracking and sliding out of her transformation-fucked butt. Three feet. Four long, and now wider than a football, and still it fucked her ass as she squeezed her new tail through her asshole.

Magdalene closed her eyes and roared again. Her jaw was lengthening faster now, beginning to stretch her whole face out and make it look membranous and taut. Her teeth were organizing themselves into tremendous, carnivorous rows. The ragemonster inside her was reshaping her skull. It was making itself real out of the flesh inside her body.

The Asian was staring again in horrified silence. The object of Magdalene's hatred, frozen and terrified. Magdalene felt a sudden gush in her vagina, a terrible hateful lust. Her asshole was full of tail. No more could emerge; her sphincter was a white ring stretched around wriggling, shuddering monster, growing from inside her body. Her fingers were cracking. Her cleavage was beginning to shrink because her breasts grew under her skin. Her cheeks were stretched taut over an impossibly large jaw. Her eyes were squeezed closed.

"It's not real..." the waitress said.

"It..." Magdalene grunted, "is..." A growl grew deep in her chest, expanding and expanding until an animal sound was burning out of Magdalene, and it became one final roar of fury.

She opened her mouth wide. Wider. Wider still. She continued roaring as her thinning human cheeks began to tear open, revealing the fangs of her extended muzzle, her slavering jaw. The tail beneath her skin grew longer, bunching up, bulging the skin above her butt, tenting all the skin of her ass as the sphincter was pushed out and away from her inner body, becoming little more than a sheet of hide hooked over her tail. She strained to cum and become, to hatch and be reborn through her horny ass--and she found release as her full butt exploded beyond its limits.

With an awful meaty tear and an explosive anal orgasm, her asshole ripped open, and her skin split up her back like overfilled rubber, letting slimy tail rocket and straighten as she came violently, squirting from her human pussy, raining juice on the carpet, her legs and her feet. She grabbed the shredding skin of her scalp at the base of her horns, and with a good grip, she began to pull. The skin on her flat nose was giving way. Bits of crimson scale appeared beneath the edge of her human lips.

In this brief lull between orgasms, she swept about to look at the waitress, eye to freshly opened eye. They were now brilliant gold, animal eyes. The anal orgasm had changed her deep inside. The human was gone. Magdalene the bridezilla was ready to emerge.

The pressure on her inner face was terrible, but she pulled harder, harder. Then there was a terrible, meaty sound, and with sudden relief, Magdalene split her scalp open, tore her face in twain and peeled her skin back off her roaring, sticky head with a crackling, extending muzzle--a head of brilliant crimson scales. Beneath her skin, she was a furious dragon.

The Asian waitress was screaming at the top of her lungs.

Magdalene roared back at her. She squatted and flexed, and every muscle in her body bulged beneath her skin. She curled her fingers inwards, then felt them split open as she stretched them back out into real claws. Her feet burst open, expanding and stretching into the clawed heels of a beast. Her body began to grow; her breasts were shaking wildly and spilling far, far over her push-up cups. With both hands, she reached into shallowing cleavage and cut the bra, then cut deeper yet, and with a terrible freeing tear, she revealed the grand cleavage beneath and ripped away the thin skin of her human breasts. In the air of the room, two monstrous nipples swelled on tremendous, taut, erect dragon breasts--bigger and fuller and aching with lust, nipples pulsing with energy.

The tear continued up her throat, joining with places where the skin had begin to split on its own. Something struggled beneath the shredding membrane over her spine. Then, in one glorious schrip, her back exploded open like a cocoon and two tremendous wings unfolded and flapped. The tatters of her human skin slipped from her sides. She stood, pulling open the skin on her shoulders and ripping the skin off her arms and grabbing the rip at her belly...

And as she rose to her very highest, as her strong legs split open like shredding socks, as the remainder of her human skin was falling away, she tore open the flesh over her belly and revealed her abdomen, her waist, her hips--she grabbed the dribbling flesh of her human pussy lips and peeled them back from her beautiful dragon pussy, unmaking Magdalene the human, fully becoming the naked beast that'd once hidden inside her angry, throbbing snatch.

Baring her genitals to the air, the dragoness throbbed with near orgasm and ripped the skin and garter from her legs as if they were made of tissue paper. The last of Magdalene the human bride slipped to the floor, empty and wet.

The dragon born of rage was free to infect the focus of its hate and lust. With a victorious roar, she dove at the screaming Asian waitress, who fell backwards onto her bottom.

Grabbing the waitress by the head, Magdalene the dragoness shoved her soft face into her draconic mound, and with lips smashed against lips, clit grinding on a woman's mouth, Magdalene came hatefully and jetted ounce after ounce of hot liquid into the Asian's choking, coughing face. She sang her conquest to the open air. A lesbian dragoness marked its new mate.