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The Big Day, the Ceremony

Hot and bothered on her father’s arm Primrose waited for her cue for the processional. She fumed at the inconveniences she was being forced to suffer on her wedding day. First, her guests had to use the side entrance of the church because of the stupid circus. Even now she heard calliope music from the noisy parade. Second, the cake was being delivered late. Third, her decision to forego her blue slip was a bad one because the interior of her unlined gown was uncomfortably scratchy and itched on her bare skin. Furthermore, the laces from her waist cincher hung down her back and tickled her barely-contained bottom. Lastly, the heat in the church was nearly unbearable because of the faulty air conditioning. This wedding was her ticket to security and nothing else could go wrong. Annoyed as she fanned herself she held her small yet elegant bouquet of pink roses, tiny beads of perspiration appeared on her beautiful brow and sculpted shoulders. Unfortunately for Primrose, as everyone else had already entered, the array of beads, thread ends, and more buttons on the carpet at her feet went unnoticed.

Primrose was certainly the center of attention as she marched slowly to the the marble dais with altar in the front of the church. She smiled covetously at the hundreds of admiring, envious, adoring, and even lecherous looks she received as she passed by to the strains of the organ. She felt like a queen in her lovely yet sexy gown despite the heat and irritations. From the elevated dais, the photographer and television crew could see everything. As she took her place next to Miles, she thought she saw an opening in a Velcro fastener on the back of his jacket but could not be sure. Why would his jacket have Velcro? She must be seeing things she told herself. Still, it sure seemed his silk shirt and suspenders were showing. She pushed the oddity from her mind as she reminded herself she was the star of this show. No one was looking at Miles. As the ceremony began, Genevieve saw to her glee Primrose's décolleté was not only covered with a sheen of perspiration but was pushing the limits of decency due to her squirming trying to adjust the itchy wedding dress and tickling corset laces. As everyone took their seats for the readings, Primrose and Miles sat on an upholstered bench near the altar next to the elderly rector, Father Thomas. Miles smiled adoringly at his bride unaware of her discomfort. Besides the irritating laces and itchy beadwork rubbing against her considerable amounts of tender skin not covered by her skimpy undies, the heat and bright lights were causing Primrose to really sweat. Beads of perspiration began to run down her neck and back. During the sermon, Primrose continued fidgeting until to her horror, a seam along her thigh suddenly parted over a foot in length exposing her stocking top and its garter fastening. “UUhhgghh” Primrose gasped in alarm at the embarrassing exposure as her face glowed hotly. She suddenly realized if she had worn her slip, this would not even be noticeable. Since it had been her decision to not wear it, she felt foolishly responsible for her embarrassing situation. “Hoist with my own petard” she thought bitterly recalling her Shakespeare. ‘Maybe no one saw’ she hoped. Unfortunately, all the wedding party, many guests in the front pews, the photographer and TV crew, and even the rector saw what had happened. Only the smiling Miles remained oblivious as gasps, sniggers, and titters nearly halted the ceremony. Primrose struggled with the split, sadly making it much larger to reveal the bottom of her waist cincher and more garter and bare thigh. Her twisting caused a pink areole to rise above her dangerously low neckline. Though highly amused at Primrose getting her just deserts, Genevieve loyally sprang to action moving to Prim's side blocking everyone's view of the show. “Oh, thank you Gen”, Primrose babbled as her soon-to-be sister-in-law performed a hasty repair with four safety pins. “I cannot understand what happened, this dress was fine at the last fitting” Prim whispered, too loudly for the public address system drawing more chuckles from the wedding party and congregation. “Now everyone knows I am wearing stays with garters and stockings” to more laughter. “There, there Primmy, I have you back together (for the time being). Let's get this show back on the road.” Genevieve used her handkerchief to dry the flustered Primrose's wet brow, and in daubing her bosom, noticed the pending wardrobe malfunction, but remained quiet, laughing only to herself.

Primrose slowly regained her composure as the wedding ceremony continued. She breathed a sigh of relief as she avoided embarrassment when no one voiced an objection to the union. Little did she realize what embarrassment was right around the corner. The time to exchange vows came and she turned to face Miles. Although he was fit and immaculately groomed, his tuxedo seemed oddly configured and something was not right about the tailoring. Miles stared at the stunning beauty before him and then his jaw dropped when his eyes fell on her magnificent mammaries. Below her expensive pearls he saw both Primroses’ rosy areoles rising from the lace, her nipples just visible, threatening to spring forth. Stammering with his vows, “To have and to hold….and to SQUEEZE” Miles said dreamily. Primrose could not understand why Miles was having so much trouble and why he kept dropping his gaze to her chest. She looked down. “Oooh” Primrose peered wide eyed at her breasts threatening to pop out. Her face reddened again as she awkwardly stooped forward and took hold of the front of her dress with both hands and tried to haul the neckline back into place. Her gown, sewn together with the water soluble silk thread, moistened on the inside from her perspiration exacerbated be the lack of a slip, as well as being weakened from the sprinkler yesterday, began to fall apart. The back split open revealing Prim's brassiere clasp and the waist cinchers tightly laced eyelets. Her flushed skin contrasted starkly with the brilliant white of her dress as well as her creamy lingerie. Although many covered their mouths, most of the congregation could not help laughing out loud at this spectacle. Miles’s nephew Chad, the ring bearer, pointed at Primrose and shrieked “The bride is bursting out of her dress. Her corset didn't work!” Primrose wheeled to face the boy with a wicked scowl as she gave her neckline a final tug. “You little brat! Shut up and mind your own…” she sputtered as she glanced at the laughing congregation. She suddenly realized a sizable piece of fabric formerly comprising her gowns neckline was now firmly in her grasp and no longer on her dress. Primrose shrieked “No, no, no! This cannot be happening!” as she stared down unbelievingly at her breasts on display. Her sweat-shined orbs were only just contained by the flimsy bra she foolishly had picked out. Both her areolas were almost entirely visible and her large nipples began stiffening in the air. “My b-b-boobs!” Primrose shrieked as she comically tried to stuff her nipples back in her brassiere, and unsuccessfully tried to cover her bra with the scrap from her neckline. She soon gave up and turned away from the congregation and faced the altar with her arms wrapped across her front. Up to this point, all members of the wedding party were frozen in disbelief, their mouths hanging open. Miles acted first by removing his tailed tuxedo jacket and placing it carefully on Primrose's bare shoulders. “I was wondering when you were going to do something, you ninny!” Prim sneered. The chastened Miles tried to give her a kiss but she flashed angry eyes at him and shouted “what do you expect me to do now?” Gerald strode up and told Primrose sternly, “Primrose Dubois! I have nearly had enough. You will now take your blessing from the priest, conclude this lavish ceremony I have generously paid for, and join everyone at the reception or you will sorely regret the consequences!!!” You could have heard a pin drop in that church until Father Thomas cleared his throat and told everyone to please take their seats and resume the wedding. Primrose, her face now scarlet from both anger and humiliation, clutched the tuxedo jacket tightly closed and with a huff spun on her heels to kneel before the altar next to the coatless Miles and looked sourly at Father Thomas. Curiously, Miles’s cummerbund popped off and fell to the marble dais.

After what seemed forever to Primrose, Father Thomas signaled the couple to rise from their kneeler and began, “With the power vested in me, I hereby pronounce Miles and Primrose……” “Rrrrriipppppp” the sound of tearing Velcro was heard as the blushing bride rose to her heels. The befuddled groom, staring at his detached cummerbund, had inadvertently knelt upon the tail of his tuxedo jacket which until this moment had been restoring his wife's modesty. Neatly stripped of the coat, her back to the congregation, Primrose turned her head towards Miles and stammered “You ninkan poop! I have never been so humiliated in my life!” her voice carrying through the church with the help of the rector’s microphone. What happened next would go down in Puttyville history as a real life mortifying moment to put to shame any spicy burlesque skit to date. With an arm across her exposed brassiere, clutching her bouquet and fan, Primrose reached for the tuxedo jacket at her heeled toes bending deeply at the waist. As her gloved and braceleted hand touched the jacket, a noise like machinegun fire was heard. “Zzzzzrrrraaazzz!” With a shower of flying covered buttons, the back of Primrose’ s wedding gown burst open exposing her delectable backside to everyone. The now really-blushing bride froze unable to move. Bent over on high heels reaching for Miles’s jacket with her feet apart, Primrose quickly clamped her silk stocking-covered knees together. She forgot the jacket and desperately clutched her arms around her breasts as she looked from side to side trying to decide what to do next. Her eyes like saucers, cheeks as red as firecrackers, mouth open in astonishment, She yearned the earth would open and swallow her up. The designer dress had failed from the bride's knees all the way up the back. As all the buttons shot off, the strapless gown opened like a banana peel and folded back to reveal Primrose’s ‘old’, ‘new’, and ‘borrowed’ unmentionables. Without the ‘blue’ slip, which Primrose now even more regretted leaving in the dressing room, she was nearly naked. From the audience, her flowered coiffed hair, and veil looked perfect. As the congregation and wedding party looked on, they saw her straining bra, the very snug waist cincher clenching the bride’s midriff into a divine hourglass shape. Its garters stretched over her full bottom anchored firmly to the white silk stockings. Bent over so, her lovely derrière stuck out like a large, moist peach, barely covered by the too-small panties whose side straps, bit lightly into her hips. The frills on her pantied seat bounced slightly as her bottom quivered. People cheered as cameras and the local TV captured the image of Primrose's dimpled bottom, mostly bare cheeks, a generous slice of ass crack and the remaining butt cleavage visible beneath the sheer panties. Alexandra smiled wickedly as she watched a bead of sweat glide down Prim’s wiggling back, across her bottom and disappear into her exposed ass crack. As the mortified bride looked back to the congregation wide eyed with trembling lips, she saw the pews filled with laughing faces, guests holding their sides, people pointing, and taking pictures - “PICTURES!” Primrose screamed to herself, as she threw a hand back across her ass with a loud “crack”. “Ooohh, Oouch!” Primrose exclaimed as she jerked her foot up and hopped forward on her heels as a result of her own, but certainly not last, spanking. This proved too much for her bra and the clasp failed with a loud “Pop”. As the broken undergarment flew off, everyone watched as if in slow motion the still warm bra came to rest atop Father Thomas’s head. He looked upward as to heaven and smiled. The noise inside the church was reaching a crescendo as Primrose whirled around still knock kneed to face the laughter and cameras with a horrified look on her face, one arm failing to completely cover her big wet boobs-a hard nipple the size of a kidney bean winked for the cameras. Her other hand with her bouquet and fan was clutched to her loins trying to hide her ridiculous panties and garters. The bouquet tickled her nearly naked pussy and when Primrose jerked it away, the thorns from the baby roses snagged the panties briefly giving many a quick flash of her hairless treasures beneath. “ YEeeeek!” the bride yelped as she hopped back. Chad crept up from behind and ‘Snapped’ Primrose’s panties allowing him and several others a better look at her bare bottom. “ Yeow! Ooohh it's you again, you monster. Stop that, you’ll tear them!” Primrose shrilled as she tried in vain to get the panties adjusted to cover more of her soaking sn*tch and wet ass.

Now Miles chose to act the man. He stepped in front of Prim with his arms spread wide to shield her from the ogling crowd. “Take heart Primrose, I will put a stop to this” he valiantly assured. Several studs then shot off his shirt exposing his smooth toned stomach drawing lewd gasps from females nearby. Next, his suspenders mysteriously came apart and his britches settled low on his hips showing a little something pink. Primrose threw her arms around him and Miles became aroused to feel her big sweaty tits pillowing into his back, her rock hard nipples indenting his skin through his thin shirt. “Oh,,, No! I’m getting hard!” Miles screamed to himself as the congregation laughed louder and began to point at him. As Primrose looked over his shoulder, her widening eyes followed his downward gaze to see how his rising male member was tenting his trousers in front of everyone. With the sound of more fasteners failing, Miles stared in horror as his trouser fly split open and a large pink bulge made its debut too early in the wedding day. Miles spun around to hide his erection from the congregation but in doing so, as Primrose still clutched his lapels, he effectively stripped himself of his vest and shirt. Now with his naked back to the audience Miles found himself pressed bare chest to bare chest with his astonished bride. Miles could only stammer “I was only trying to help”. “Oh no you don't, you idiot! Miles, get off me!!” Primrose yelled as she felt his silk-covered boner throbbing hard against her bare belly above her panties and below her cincher framed by taut garters. As she pushed him away another “zzzzrrazzz” of Velcro shearing was heard as she relieved Miles of his trousers. For the second time, the church fell silent and the video cameras hummed, as everyone stared unbelieving at the sight before them. The church then exploded in laughter. Miles spun to a stop and stared down at himself with a horrified look on his ruby face. The dishy yet geeky groom was standing in front of everyone in his shined shoes, silk socks tightly pulled up by pink sock garters stretched around his calves, and a very full pink G-string which, like Prim’s tiny underpants, had a cherry on the front. He felt the air circulate around his smooth skin reminding him he was very nearly naked at his own nuptial. Cameras flashed as Miles, tomato red, clapped his hands over his still-lengthening dick, and hunched over knock kneed, bare buns wiggling. He groaned, “Primmy, how could you strip me?” Miles then dashed away behind the tabernacle through a door and disappeared from view. Miles’s cute bouncing buttocks parted by the pink thong and his shoes clacking on the marble made a memorable image for everyone in attendance. Primrose, clutching what was left of her dress about her, took advantage of the distraction caused by her nearly naked newlywed hubby, bolted down the aisle toward the narthex, still in her heels, heading for the door. Genevieve called after her, “Primrose, you're going the wrong way!” Primrose ignored her and stepped over a velvet aisle rope that was blocking the main entry, closed because of the circus. She found the cable to be higher than she estimated. As the rope tightened and rose to meet her wet crotch, Primrose’s eyes bugged out, then crossed comically as she moaned “Ooooommmmmmph” biting her lower lip in ecstasy despite her mortification. Trying to flee the church, cover herself with her ruined dress, and not have an orgasm straddling the velvet rope, she watched in shame as a dark blush spread from her hot face down across her shoulders and across her boobs. Performing a less than graceful dismount, Primrose launched her bouquet high in the air with a sudden wail, pulled the church doors open and ran outside. An astonished Genevieve caught the falling bouquet as Father Thomas crossed himself in disbelief.

The Big Day Outside

Primrose blinked rapidly allowing her eyes to adjust. To her shock, as she found herself outside in the brilliant sunshine right in the middle of the children's circus parade. The street was filled with hundreds of spectators watching the animals, circus wagons, and performers parade from the circus train siding to the big top. There was Primrose in front of all these people trying to cover her embarrassing underwear with her dissolving dress. Tugging on the locked church door, she realized she would have to make a run for it. Her heels clicking loudly on the pavement, the bride bolted as fast as she could up the street with the parade to where her bridal limousine should be parked. The crowd cheered as they thought this all a bawdy act. “Wait, Primrose...” Genevieve screamed following from the church. As Primrose looked back to see who was yelling her name, the fleeing floozy, trying to keep her bouncing bits hidden from the crowd by desperately clutching her dress about her, failed to notice directly in her path, a clown pushing a large waste cart behind the elephant march. A cry of “Lady, look out!” brought Primrose’s head to her front just in time to see with astonished eyes, she was about to collide with the brimming cart. Everyone nearby held their breath and collectively gasped at what they witnessed next. Primrose struck the padded bumper of the cart and jackknifed right out of her dress and landed face first with a wet ‘SPLOSH’ in the heap. Screaming “Oh Shhiiittt!” with her mouth wide open, Primrose face-planted in what was most likely a very large pachyderm chip the janitor clown just cleared from the street. After a moment, Primrose slowly lifted her head up nearly overcome with disgust, clearly smelling she was in deep crap. Spitting and sputtering the mess from her stuffed mouth, she struggled to her knees and elbows in the cart. She could not believe how events had turned even worse for her. In her mind’s eye she saw herself sprawled atop a pile of circus rubbish wearing little more than old fashioned lingerie. Her fabulous bottom framed by her garters, jiggled in the sunshine barely covered by her sagging panties exposing now three inches of her ass crack. Her stockinged gams wobbled about and her heels swayed in the air. A young girl nearby snickered at the filthy and barely pantied Primrose and said to her mother, “Mommy, that undressed lady said a bad word!” “Well, she should have her mouth washed out!” The mom replied pulling the girl along. “Noooo, it’s not like that..” Primrose cried with a bitter look towards the departing pair as she struggled to her knees. Doing her best to at least keep her legs together, Primrose noticed her lovely boobs were coated with what appeared to be very sticky syrup from a malfunctioning cotton candy machine. The rest of her body was covered in gummy goo from melting chocolate bars, buttered and caramel popcorn, lollypops, circus peanuts, candy drops, and sweet soda pop. With a miserable look on her face she pushed her ruined veil up, not to kiss her new husband, but unfortunately to wipe her face clear of what was probably elephant dung. Then she discovered a huge wad of bubble gum firmly stuck in her drenched coiffure. “My hair, my beautiful hair is ruined! It will all have to be cut off!” She wailed, clambering out of the cart. The dumbstruck street sweeping clown rushed to help her, but Primrose snarled “Back off, Bozo!” The chastised clown took a bow and gestured with his arm for the bedraggled bride to continue up the street toward the limo. Holding an arm across her tits, the glaring Primrose tugged her panties back up over her ass and while trying to lessen her ridiculous appearance as much as possible, moved on. Primrose now hobbled with a broken heel, kept her knees pressed together tightly, one hand grasping a large sticky breast, the other hand used the fan to cover her loins and bottom. The mischievous janitor clown could not resist a parting shot by goosing Prim’s bottom with his trash picker stick. She yelled “Yikes!” and jumped in the air exposing her gooey boobs with erect nipples to the crowd’s delight as she pranced on in her smalls wearing the body blush of a boiled lobster.

Hurrying along the street to the delight of the pointing and laughing families, many of whom thought it was all part of the show, Primrose made for the limousine. It was then she saw the caterer’s truck and the men struggling to carry her enormous cake into the church. As if in slow motion, Miles burst from the side door the caterers were moving towards wearing what appeared to be a white tablecloth wrapped around his body under his arms. His dress shoes snapped on the sidewalk and his pink sock garters looked preposterous as he ran. Producing more laughs, the elderly Ms. Crandic, chairwoman of the altar guild, charged out after him bellowing “That is not an appropriate use of the fair linen young man!” As if a choreographed circus stunt, the old woman sn*tched the linen from Miles’s body as he plunged headlong in his pink G-string into the caterers and his cake! The caterers jumped back in disbelief as they saw the groom rolling about in the giant confectionery in what appeared to be women’s underwear. Miles stared into the disgraced yet furious eyes of his bride. The wide eyed groom was spread-eagled atop the crushed remains of the cake, his limbs akimbo. His legs, chest, arms, and face were covered in frosting, decorative flowers and sticky chocolate cake. His bare bottom was planted in a pool of pink icing. Even beneath the frosting, everyone could see Miles’s face darken to the color of an eggplant. He stopped struggling and looked down to his groin and saw to his discomfiture, he had lost his pink G-string in the collision. To make matters even worse, his generous manhood, topped now by a candied rose, was swelling by the second. With a panicky look on his face, Miles hopped to his feet; slapped one hand on his growing erection and taking Primrose with the other, ran for their limo. As the newlyweds closed on the shiny white vehicle, decorated with flowers, they abandoned modesty and sprinted the final steps. Primrose chucked her fan and allowed her boobs to wobble in the breeze; her panties drooped below her butt cheeks then descended to half-mast. Miles ran now with his arms; letting his boner bounce like a relay baton. Running was for naught as they found the vehicle locked. As they scampered about hilariously trying each door with futile hope, Gerald and Alexandra marched up with very stern looks on their faces, determined to discipline the defrocked duo!

In the twinkle in an eye, Primrose found herself bent over the fender of the limousine, meant to be her wedding carriage, now her public spanking bench. With her panties at her knees, Primrose gasped as her tacky tits smashed against the hot metal hood, uncomfortable yes, but not nearly as painful as the spanks Gerald began to deliver. Her big bare ass throbbed under the blows as her father let her have it. Her blubbering and ignominious countenance was nearly mirrored only inches away by the frosted and cake-encrusted face of her husband Miles, who was receiving very similar treatment from his furious mother. His boner felt like a sausage sizzling in a skillet pressed against the searing fender, scorched by the hot summer sun. Both bride and groom wailed as the spanks turned their bottoms a brilliant rosy hue. Alexandra held Miles’s arms high behind his back as she took grim satisfaction blistering her son’s sissy ass. “Mommy, it-ouch-was not my fault, I was-Owie-only trying to make Primmy-Oohhh-happy!!!” Miles cried. Primrose attempted to shield her bottom with her hands but when Gerald pushed them away, the bracelets on her gloved hands caught in the corsets laces. Primrose screamed in agony to discover both hands firmly secured high behind her back. Gerald chuckled as he continued to whoop her bottom. “Daddy, please free-“OUCH”-my hands, I can’t –“Aahhhh”-cover up-“oooohh, Noooo”-this is supposed to be my special day, and you are-‘SMACK’-spanking my bare bottom like a little girl… IN PUBLIC!!!” Both Gerald and Alexandra replied in unison as they rained down smacks on their children's flaming buns, “You spoiled children had this coming for a long time! We spent our time and money trying to give you both a most special day and both of you ‘clowns’ spoiled it, so this is our special present to you both!” With that, each parent seized the ear of their red-assed child and frog marched them along in the parade. Miles rubbed his buns with both hands forgetting his still erect penis as he cried like a little boy. Primrose, overcome with shame and unable to reach her smoldering ass, hopped along heels clicking and howling, with her hefty sticky boobs bouncing and her rock-hard nipples pointed skyward. Her panties slid down her stockinged legs and off her heeled feet. The janitor clown quickly sn*tched them up with his trash stick and remarked, “What a nice souvenir!” Prim blinked in astonishment and bawled, “Oh no, no, no, don’t you dare take my panties!” Then another clown stepped up and said to Primrose, “Be still you witless wench, since you look like a Peking duck from a Chinese restaurant, plucked and sauced! You’re an absurd bird who has lost her feathers, you shouldn’t be telling anyone what to do.” “How dare you talk to me like that?” Primrose screeched, “You’re a circus clown.” With that, the fool pulled the pillow from under his oversized shirt and held it above the bride’s head. “I am a clown. Here, have some feathers!” he said as he ripped open the pillow. Pillow down floated down on Primrose, as she looked up with a miserable expression on her face. To her chagrin, the feathers adhered all over her wet and sticky flesh. They tickled and itched at the same time, making her even more uncomfortable. Primrose heard the crowd roar with delight and then caught sight of her reflection in a large glass storefront window. She stared in disbelief at how ridiculous she appeared. Stooped forward on her heels, her arms held by the corset laces behind her back appeared as chicken wings, her formerly smooth sn*tch now prickly with feathers, her bobbing boobs covered in teat-tickling down, she shrieked as she noticed several longer feathers glued in her ruined hair giving her the appearance of a crested bird. As she blinked in disbelief at her reflection, ears burning, her lower lip began to quiver. But then in the glass, she caught sight of Genevieve approaching her. Primrose turned to face her sister in law. “Oh, thank heavens you're finally here Genevieve, cover me this instant and free my hands!” Primrose detected with trepidation a queer look in Genevieve’s eyes and strangely felt the urge to run, but with her arms bound, a spanked bottom, and a broken high heel flight was hardly possible. Genevieve looked at the foolish fowl Primrose had become and said, “Do you know what you really need Prim?” Primrose stuttered “W-w-what?” “You need a tail, my birdie!” exclaimed Genevieve gleefully producing the ivory fan. Primrose spluttered in alarm “No,..No, No..you couldn’t Gen..” as Genevieve spun Primrose around, pushed down her back forcing Prim’s bottom up, and firmly pressed the carved fan handle between Prim's plump ass cheeks. Eyes bulging in debasement, Primrose bawled and hopped about like some hilarious squawking parrot with the fans feathers now protruding from her ass. Barmy from this unexpected added humiliation, Primrose clicked over to Miles who had finally stopped rubbing his hot buns and clenched his hard-on with both hands. “Oh, oh, ooooohhhhhooo, Miles help me, help me please get away” begged Primrose. The naked Miles took her by the arm and ran to a small passing circus wagon, part of the parade but for reason covered with curtains. “We’ll hide in here” he said. He helped Primrose up the step and through the small door accidentally bumping her ‘tail’ in the process eliciting a loud “Yip” from the bird bride as the door clicked shut and locked behind them. Inside the dark wagon there was little room and the floor was covered with what seemed to be newspaper. Losing their footing, they lurched together against one side throwing the cart off balance. The surprised driver barely recovered as the wagon lurched into a street lamp as he over-corrected snagging the curtains and ripping them off the wagon revealing the ‘animals’ within. As the driver had no idea anyone was on board, he continued along the remainder of the parade route, five more miles through the rest of town.

Inside the bouncing circus wagon, securely barred from roof to floor on all four sides, were the naked newlyweds, trying desperately to find enough room to stand up and not be pressing against each other or the bars of the wagon. The denuded Miles was still covered in his cake, though his bottom was not only smooth and clean, but was a very dark shade of red nearly matching his face. Primrose was covered in uncomfortable feathers from head to heels. The down-covered cheeks of her face blushed furiously in humiliation while the full cheeks of her bare bottom glowed crimson from her spanking. Her hands were effectively tied to the back of her waist cincher and her elbows flapping resembled a naked girl doing the chicken dance. Primrose’s stockings were still firmly secured as she squatted on her heels and twisted hopelessly trying unsuccessfully to turn away from the leering crowd surrounding her on every side and especially the children who reached in with curious probing fingers! She was careful to not bump her ‘tail’ on the bars. Sorely missing her brassiere and tiny panties, Primrose bawled as her plump breasts with very pokey nipples bobbed irresistibly and her bare bottom and bald pussy stole the show. Her plumage atop her ruined mop of hair, and the feathers protruding from between the cheeks of her big ass were a sight to behold as photographers snapped dozens of pictures of the gobsmacked couple locked in their bird cage.

Atop the wagon the sign reading “LOVEBIRDS - Closed for Compatibility Problems” added irony to the scene as the ludicrous lovebirds loudly whined, sniped, shrieked, and squawked to each other about their naked, spanked, humiliated, and most uncomfortable displayed condition. An observant clown watching the cart roll away quipped, “Just like newlyweds!”