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Becky Hamilton was upset she had gotten stuck working a double shift on such a beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon. She was a front desk attendant at the River Star Plaza hotel, and the person who was supposed to be working the desk tonight had called in "sick". Becky tried calling backups from the list, but oddly enough not one of the people on the list seemed to want to answer their phone on a beautiful summer's day. This had forced Becky to work a double. Of course, Becky had checked Facebook earlier and found Megan, the poor little sick girl, had already uploaded 100 duck-faced selfies today showing her and her boyfriend out on her daddy's jet boat. Megan was in a white bikini that flaunted the ample breasts and perfect curves of her 20 year old body. Megan was gorgeous. Becky hated girls like Megan. The photos were not only a reminder of why Becky was stuck working, but also reinforced her own body issues. Seeing Megan soaking up the sun & showing off her tanned double D's in her little white bikini reminded Becky of the last time she had tried wearing a bikini. The results were not something Becky would have proudly shown off on Facebook. Even if Becky had a boyfriend with a boat she would never feel comfortable wearing what Megan had on. And besides, Becky didn't have a boyfriend anyway. Becky was not fat, but she was a little chunky. She had the sort of doughy Midwestern body people tend to have when it's winter 8 months out of the year. But that wasn't the only reason Becky hated her body. Becky's breasts had never developed the way she had hoped. Her left breast was about a B cup, but her right breast was probably barely an A. They had been stuck that way since she was 17. Becky had already been a "late bloomer", but she had held out hope for a while that eventually things would even out, but they never did. Of course she went to the doctor, but the doctor only said it was "normal" for some women to have asymmetrical breasts. But hearing that and then paying a $147 medical bill just to hear it didn't really do anything to help her FEEL normal. Aside from expensive surgery, Becky couldn't do much to fix her situation except continue stuffing her right bra cup. Becky scrolled through the photos one more time before slamming her phone down in disgust. She wanted to fire an RPG at Megan's stupid yellow boat right now. But, since this wasn't a video game, Becky only fantasized about doing that as she forced herself to finish her paperwork before all the wedding reception guests started arriving. It was precisely 3:47 pm. As Becky stared at her spreadsheet, out of the corner of her eye she saw what looked like an impossibly dark and shadowy figure approaching the desk. When she looked up though, she only saw a smiling old man in a brown suit that looked like it was straight out of 1986. It seriously looked like something Ronald Regan would have worn. The man kindly asked Becky where the Waller-Hayes reception was. Becky pointed to the ballroom, then went back to her spreadsheet. After a few minutes, Becky heard her phone buzz. She tried not to look, but her curiosity got the better of her. She picked up the phone and saw a notification that Megan had posted yet ANOTHER photo. Becky rolled her eyes and opened up Facebook to see the latest fun Megan was having on her sick day. Sure enough, the photo showed Megan holding up her latest catch and grinning like an idiot, just like all the OTHER photos she had posted today on her fishing trip with her dad. Megan had on ratty jeans, an old Guns N Roses concert t-shirt, and a ball cap. Between her short haircut, tomboyish clothes, and being completely flat chested, Megan looked more like a 12 year old boy than a 20 year old woman. Becky was still kind of peeved Megan had ditched her shift, but to be fair, Becky had done the same thing to her 3 weeks ago when she had went boating with her boyfriend. Becky smirked as she thought about that trip. She probably had more fun THAT day than Megan was currently having trolling the river with her dad in an old Alumacraft. Becky set down her phone and adjusted her bra straps, which were really digging in to her shoulders. Standing behind a desk all day wasn't fun when you had oversized boobs. Even her custom ordered bras didn't help after 8 hours or so. Beck often thought about getting a reduction, but she loved the way men couldn't help but stare at her almost comically large tits. And besides, her boyfriend wouldn't like it. Becky had a funny feeling he was only with her because she had big boobs. Inside the reception hall, the man in the outdated suit took a seat at a table towards the back of the room. He folded his hands and set them on the table as he looked around at the few guests that had arrived so far. It was early yet, and most people were probably waiting until after 4pm when the free bar opened. The man saw a couple in their late 20s sitting at a table near the head table. Both of them were on their phones, oblivious to their surroundings. The man had on khakis and a black polo shirt, the woman had on a rather fancy blue dress. The man stared at the couple and learned that they were named Tom and Vanessa Waller. Tom was a cousin of the Bride, and he and his wife lived in Reedsburg, which was about 30 minutes away. Tom and Vanessa had been married for five years. Tom worked as an electrical engineer at a wind farm, and Vanessa was a saleswoman at a local car dealership. The couple had tried to have kids, but never had any. Tom and Vanessa had sex all the time and both of them enjoyed it, but they had found out a year ago Tom has poor quality sperm and was basically infertile. Neither Tom nor Vanessa were terribly interested in the wedding, so both of them had been engrossed in their phones since they had arrived. Vanessa's dress suddenly disappeared, but neither she nor her husband noticed. They both just kept tapping on their phones. A few moments later Vanessa's underwear vanished as well, leaving her completely naked. Nobody at the reception thought much of her nudity though, because she had walked in naked. Vanessa was always naked. Vanessa hasn't worn a stitch of clothing in 10 years. At 18 she had just decided she hated clothes, and got a shrink to diagnose her with some loosely described disorder that allowed her to bypass clothing laws under the non-discrimination act. Vanessa has been naked ever since. Sometimes she was forced to put on an overcoat to go outside in the winter, but she did her very best to keep those times to a minimum. The feeling of clothing of any kind against her skin was extremely unpleasant for her. Tom didn't enjoy that his wife paraded about nude in public, but he couldn't really complain because clearly he had been made fully aware she was a full time nudist when he had met her and she was publicly nude at the time. And he was so used to it at this point he hardly thought about it anymore. It definitely helped her out at her job, being an attractive outgoing naked woman obviously had boosted her sales. But having your wife's most intimate bits out on display all the time for everyone to see did have drawbacks. Obviously, a lot of guys hit on his nude wife, and Tom had grown tired of chasing them off long ago. He most often just sat meekly as men came up and hit on the attractive naked woman standing right next to him. Tom's timid response to the constant attention of other men in turn only served to encourage his wife to flirt back more often. Unsurprisingly, a woman who walked around naked full time wasn't exactly a shy and reserved kind of lady. Tom suspected his wife cheated, a lot, but had never confirmed it directly. He didn't really want to know. Tom glanced up from his phone to see that a few more people had filed into the reception hall. Looking over at his wife he saw that her nipples were hard and she had goosebumps all over her naked body. It was a bit chilly in the reception hall, and he thought about asking the staff to turn down the A/C because his wife was, well, completely naked after all. He asked her, "Hun, are you cold? Did you want me to ask them to turn down the A/C?" Vanessa looked up from her phone for a bit to mutter, "Yeah, I'm a bit chilly, but it's fine. It will warm up once more people get here." She then casually scratched the underside of her boob and went back to scrolling through the endless Facebook drivel on her phone. The man in the outdated brown suit took his gaze off of Tom and Vanessa and looked around the reception hall at the decorations, which were actually quite nice. The table centerpieces were long crystal vases with a mix of white and blue lilies. The head table runner appeared to be silk, and a huge bouquet of lilies sat in the center. The wedding cake was 5 tiers and looked to be from Thurman's, a high end place in the city. Thurman's was a two hour drive away, and the couple must have paid a handsome fee just to have had it brought all the way here. The cake itself was probably $5,000. Even the lighting looked to be professionally done. It was far above and beyond the typical strings of white Christmas lights being put up by aunts and grandparents. In addition to the free bar, the couple also had a seafood mini buffet with shrimp, oysters and crab legs. Clearly, the bride and groom had put a lot of time and money into their special day. Not only had they spared no expense, small loving details showed in everything that was in the room. The man in the brown suit saw a young couple entering the reception hall who also seemed to be checking out the decorations very closely. The man learned they were Abby and John, an engaged couple set to have their own wedding in a couple months. John was a fairly close friend of the groom, but he had declined a spot as a groomsman because he had been out of town on business for most of the previous month. As soon as they had arrived Abby and John had gotten busy pointing out to each other details they liked and disliked about the reception hall, the decorations, the cake, and even the menu. Since a lot of the guests at this wedding would be coming to theirs, they sort of viewed this wedding as competition. Clearly, they would have to up their game in a few places. When she had heard the wedding reception was at the River Star Plaza Abby had assumed the bride and groom had settled on a rather affordable wedding. But it would seem they booked a mid-tier reception hall only to save money they could then splurge on the actual reception. Abby made a mental note to steal the idea of putting mini Champagne bottles in all the welcome bags. The man in the outdated brown suit stared at Abby for a few moments. The young woman had no idea of course, but her life had just changed dramatically. When the couple had finally found their table, John was courteous enough to pull out the chair for his bride to be. As he did however, his hand came awfully close to touching Abby's arm. Abby shot John a shocked look and said rather tersely, "John! Be careful, you almost touched me!" "Sorry honey," John said meekly. Abby wasn't being mean to John, he meant the world to her and she loved him with all her heart. However she had a condition that made physical contact with other humans cause certain unwanted side effects in her. She had developed it suddenly around the same time they had started dating, and it had strained the young couple's new love to near breaking. However, John was committed to Abby, and six months after her diagnosis he had made a vow to marry her and stand by her despite the challenges posed by not being able to touch her very often. At 4pm the attendants opened the bar and began serving drinks to the guests, which were beginning to increase in number. The man in the outdated suit spotted a woman at the bar. The woman was in her mid-30s and she was wearing a black top that showed off the modest C cup cleavage she had fairly well. She was waiting patiently for the attendant to make her a gin and tonic. The man in the outdated suit looked at her and learned she was Paula Bausmann, the best friend of one of the bride's cousins. Well, now she was the lesbian lover of one of the bride's cousins. As Paula waited, a horizontal slit appeared in her dress just below her breasts. After a few moments, two bumps appeared below her breasts that grew larger and filled out out to become another set of breasts. Paula now had two matching sets of cleavage that were being stylishly shown off in her custom cut dress. After the four breasted woman received her drinks, she took them back to her table. She handed one of the drinks to a blonde woman in a white top, and then gave her a quick kiss. The woman in white, Paula's former friend and current lover, was named Amanda. As Amanda leaned back into her chair, her top expanded to allow room for her new third breast, which was growing in and pushing out her original two. The man in the suit intently watched the 3 breasted woman look at the four breasted woman with loving eyes, but his own expression didn't change. He was just watching, as he has been doing for a long time. Now normally, multi breasted lesbians and a naked woman would stand out and cause a bit of commotion at a gathering such as this, but for some reason everyone just accepted it as normal and went about the reception doing normal wedding reception things. People were on their phones, people were drinking, people were chatting, and a lot of people were drinking AND chatting. All the while in the back of the room a man in an outdated suit quietly watched. He saw a couple come in and sit down next to Paula and her lover Amanda. The man soon knew it was Nathan and Emily Krass. Emily was Amanda's younger sister, and as such they were both cousins of the bride. Nathan Krass was a skinny fellow, and he had that long stretched out and lanky look about him. He was 6'3" tall, but he looked like he weighed only 120 pounds. As Emily chatted with her three breasted sister Amanda, Nathan just stood awkwardly behind her, not sure what to do. After a while, he took a seat at the table and chugged the glass of ice water that had been at his place setting and awkwardly looked around the room. Nathan was the meek, quiet type, while his wife Emily was chatting and outgoing. She was far more at home in social situations like this than he was. Nathan looked around the room for someone, anyone he knew. His eyes stopped briefly on the naked woman a few tables away, but then he quickly looked down at the table hoping his wife hadn't seen him staring at another woman's naked breasts. Luckily, his wife Emily was too engrossed in conversation with her sister Amanda to pay attention to him at that moment. Turns out, Amanda had some big news. Paula had proposed to Amanda the night before and the two of them were going to be getting married in the fall. Nathan had thought it weird already that he had a three breasted sister in law, now he was going to have a four breasted sister in law too? Nathan pondered the odds of such an unlikely circumstance. As Nathan pondered, he hardly noticed his trousers were slowly becoming tighter and tighter. He was not aware his penis was growing from 5 inches all the way up to 12 because, from his point of view, he had always been hung like a horse. Nathan quickly glanced around to make sure no one was looking as he reached down to awkwardly adjust his massive penis. Nathan hated having such a huge cock. Sure, he knew most guys dreamed about being hung but for him it was actually TOO big. It was difficult to keep from showing, and it made sex with his wife difficult. Emily needed lots of foreplay and preparation before they could have sex. And it had taken years of her using vaginal dilators to get her vagina big enough to take him comfortably without painful tearing. The man in the brown suit silently turned his attention from Nathan to Emily. Emily felt a small tingle in her groin as she talked with her sister about her upcoming wedding. She wasn't aware of course, but the tingle was from the unnatural and sudden shifting of her most intimate parts. When the brief tingling had finished, her life had been very different for her. While her sister Amanda had been born with three breasts, Emily had been born with three vaginas. Not just three openings either, Emily had three complete sets of female organs. 3 uteruses, 6 ovaries, 3 clitorises, and 3 full sets of labia all awkwardly crammed together in her groin. Now, having three sets of female reproductive organs stuffed into an area usually occupied by one meant that all three of her vaginas were a little on the small side. As such, sex with her freakishly hung husband was less than desirable for her. Sure she had used dilators on all 3, but due to the simple laws of physics she would never be big enough in any of her vaginas to comfortably accommodate his long, thick, and literally porn star sized rod. Emily had actually started cheating on Nathan with a man she had met on Tinder who had a small penis. Emily felt terrible cheating on the man she loved, but she had 3 times the sex drive of a normal woman, and it gave her needs she just couldn't ignore any more. Her tiny lover not only had stamina, but he fit inside all of her holes so perfectly. And after years of painful sex she just needed so badly at this point to feel good. The brown suited man's attention now turned to a young man named Jason, who was helping himself to a third helping of crab legs from the seafood buffet. Jason's plate shifted a bit and he suddenly had to put a lot more effort into holding on to it. He had crab claws instead of hands. Jason carefully balanced his plate on top of his right claw and weaved his way back to his seat. He made a comment to his girlfriend about how good the food was, but she was too distracted to hear what he said. She was focused on trying to relieve an uncomfortable sensation in her groin. Unlike most women, her ovaries did not reside in her pelvic cavity but instead had formed in a sack of loose skin that hung from her labia, just below her vaginal opening. A vulgar person might refer to her as having "balls", although that would be an overly simplistic label. That same vulgar person might describe her current discomfort as "her balls were itchy", and one of them was also wedged into the seam of her underwear. As Jason shoved seafood into his face, his girlfriend nervously looked around waiting for a moment where it seemed no one was paying attention to her. When that moment arrived she quickly scratched her sack and then scooted forward in her seat a bit while simultaneously pushing her errant ovary into a more comfortable position. The man in the brown suit could plainly see the look of relief wash over her face as she finally found comfort. Suddenly, the DJ's large speakers crackled with static as the DJ plugged his mic in. With a booming voice he announced the arrival of the wedding party. A cheesy overplayed pop song from the previous summer came on, and pair by pair the wedding party was announced as they came into the ballroom dancing goofily to the music. They were all young, happy and beautiful. The man in the back just silently watched them all enter and file over to the head table. The last person to sit down at the table was a rather attractive brunette bridesmaid of average height. She was sitting at the far left of the table. The woman was moving just slowly and awkwardly enough to reveal the fact that she was already rather intoxicated. The man in the brown suit stared at her for a bit and learned she was Natalie Jacobson, a friend of the bride since their high school days. Natalie had just recently broken up with her boyfriend. She and her boyfriend had been going out steady for over a year and Natalie had considered it to be a rather serious relationship. Her boyfriend, Carl though, didn't take it nearly as serious and that's how he got caught cheating with an 18 year old high school girl. Unbeknownst to Natalie, two small bumps had just formed on the top of her head. White bone like protrusions then grew out from the bumps and over the course of a minute grew into fully formed deer antlers. Now, lots of people were in the room, but in spite of the shear statistical improbability, no one happened to be looking at Natalie as this otherwise normal adult human female suddenly grew anatomy normally found on male deer. Sure, a significant albeit still minority number of female deer grew antlers also, but until now exactly 0 HUMAN females had. But even if someone had seen Natalie's sudden and unlikely transformation they wouldn't have remembered it because Natalie had in fact already had her antlers when she came into the ballroom. Natalie has been growing antlers each year for a long time. It happened the first time when she was 11. It wasn't a quick event either, it had taken months for them to form. Her first set had been little more than little spikes but each year her antlers grew in size and complexity. This year was the first year she had grown a full 10 point set of antlers. As odd as it sounded, Natalie was actually kind of proud of her antlers. Her unique mutation gave her something no one else had. The velvet on her current antlers had come off just a few weeks ago, leaving Natalie with fresh bristling white horns protruding proudly from her head. For some odd reason, each time Natalie had finished growing a set of antlers she found herself staying rather horny until she ended up shedding them. The men she bedded each fall certainly didn't mind she was "horny" in more ways than one, they just enjoyed the wild animalistic sex she gave them. It had never occurred to her that she was actually going into "rut", just like a buck deer. Her antlers got a lot of looks from people of course, but Natalie was pleased nobody got terribly bothered by the deer horns protruding from her skull. Anyone who saw the young woman with an impressive rack on her head just accepted it as unusual, but not impossible. After all, some people had blue eyes, some people had three breasts, and some people apparently grew deer antlers. No big deal. To Natalie's left was the bridesmaid named Cindy. A bubbly blonde with sharp green eyes who worked as a dental hygienist. Slowly, the front of her dress deflated as her breasts shrank away to nothing. Leaving her chest completely flat and devoid of any trace of her mammary tissue. Even her nipples had vanished. Luckily, her dress had resized to prevent it from falling down. But, it soon had to resize again as two swellings appeared on Cindy's back. The breasts she had lost in her front were re- growing, nipples and all, but this time on her back. Cindy didn't notice because she had always had her breasts on her back instead of her front. Her dress even had been custom cut to have the dip for cleavage in the back. It had been expensive, sure, but Cindy was used to buying custom clothing to fit her unique anatomy. She spent a fortune in backwards bras alone. One nice thing about her condition though was when she leaned over male patients to clean their teeth, she never had to worry about them sneaking peeks down her top, because there was nothing there to see. To Cindy's left was a dark haired slim woman named Melody. The woman was very attractive, but her mixed Mediterranean and Latin heritage that had given her such beautiful olive skin had also come with a rather noticeable case of hirsutism picked up from her dad's side of the family. But, not many people knew about her condition because she shaved and plucked her unwanted hair away. Well, she used to have a hair removal routine anyway. Now, the thought of removing any of her body hair was out the question for her. She was fully committed to being natural. Melody sat at the head table sporting a thick unibrow and noticeable lady mustache. The dark hair at the side of her face tapered into substantial sideburns. Her arms had thick black hair running along their topsides. The situation beneath her clothes was little better. Hair framed her nipples and a "treasure trail" on her stomach descended into a full on hair diaper in her groin. Lucky for Melody her husband had always had a hairy woman fetish. To Melody's left sat the maid of honor, a petite little thing named Kylie. Although the man in the suit quickly learned she was technically the matron of honor, as she was already married to a man named Brent. Kylie barely stood 5 feet tall and had the appearance of a Christmas elf but without the ears. Sure, she was a very pretty elf, but still an elf. Little Kylie seemed very small and nervous as she held the microphone and shakily gave her speech. She looked like a terrified little Chihuahua, practically shaking as she felt all the eyes of the audience on her. The man in the outdated suit casually watched the heads of everyone in the room tilt upwards ever so slightly. He looked back at the head table and saw the 6 foot 9 inch tall Kylie continue to give her speech. But now, she had a lot more confidence. The bride looked up and smiled at her hulking amazon best friend, completely unaware Kylie had ever been anything less than a huge muscular beast of a woman. The man briefly glanced at the bride and groom, but decided to move on to the best man. If anyone had been watching at that moment, they would have seen the best man's tux slowly get pushed out by his growing breasts. But, no one happened to be looking in that direction at that particular time. Greg felt his the weight of his breasts shift slightly in his bra as he leaned forward. He had thought he would be used to them by now, but it was still weird having boobs. Greg had been normal up until about 2 years ago. The feminine lumps on his chest started out as man boobs, but after a while there was no denying they were breasts. Female breasts. Greg went to the doctor and got a fancy diagnosis with a 10 syllable word, but all it meant to him was he was a guy growing fully female tits. The doctor also let him know that for some reason Greg didn't understand his breasts were inoperable, so he was stuck with them permanently. So for the past two years he had helplessly watched them slowly grow bigger and bigger. For a while, Greg and his wife had been the same bra size. After already going through the embarrassing and expensive task of buying a bras in A, B, and C sizes, he was glad he could just borrow some of her Ds. But a few months ago Greg had pushed past her, and he now sported full DDs. Having bigger breasts than his wife was embarrassing, to say the least. Greg never got her to admit it, but he thought his wife saw him as less of a man now. When Kylie finally passed the microphone to him to give his speech, the nervousness in his voice belied the fact he didn't like having so many people looking at him. He felt like they were all staring at his rack. Greg felt that people looked at his tits more than enough already. The groomsman next to him, Allen, looked up and gave a polite smile to Greg as he was referenced in the best man's speech. Allen made sure to not let his eyes meet Greg's breasts, because he never again wanted to be seen staring at them. Especially after that highly uncomfortable river rafting trip the guys had been on last summer. As he watched Greg speak, Allen's tux started to grow a bit tighter too, but his tux was pushing out in his abdomen. After a few moments he had the belly of someone who was 7 months pregnant. This appearance was rather appropriate because Allen was 7 months pregnant. He was still a man, but he was a man who had volunteered for a new male surrogacy program to help his friend Greg. Allen was now proudly carrying the child of Greg and his wife inside his implanted stem cell grown uterus. Next to Allen was the groomsman Travis. The man in the brown suit looked at Travis for only a second or so, but the effect was dramatic. But the change would not be readily apparent to anyone who was watching the head table. The change was inside Travis's head. You see, Travis now had the sex drive of a 1950s house wife. No, he didn't fancy men now, but the fact he was attracted to females was little benefit to him now. In actual practice, it probably was even a liability. His actual motivation and basis of his sexual desire was undeniably different than any typical heterosexual man would have. He had first noticed he was...different when he had been in high school. He soon found out he wasn't gay, but sometimes he wished he was. It would make everything so much more, well, explainable. People often assumed Travis was gay or at least hyper-metrosexual, but he just thought of himself as emotionally sensitive. To be bluntly honest Travis wasn't smart enough to figure out he had the sex drive of a woman from another social era. He had no real idea what was different about him. He just tried to be like other men, and tried his best to ignore the uncomfortable fact he was very bad at being like other men. He knew he had trouble dating, but he couldn't figure out why the women he dated eventually ended up viewing him as just a friend. So instead of putting the work into solving the dilemma of his antiquated and highly feminine sex drive, he settled for doing what the guys around him seemed to do. Having brief and rather unsatisfying sexual encounters with willing women. The women he slept with enjoyed that he took a long time to reach climax just like they did, but found it off putting when he moaned and panted in an undeniably feminine way as he neared climax, just like they did. These brief sexual encounters meant he didn't have to explain much about himself, but they always left him feeling empty. It wasn't what he wanted, but it was what he had. Maybe someday he would find the right woman who would understand his needs better than him. A woman willing seduce him in the manner a man traditionally seduced a woman. A woman willing to play the traditional "male role" within the relationship. But for now, Travis took what he could get even if it wasn't making him happy, in the hopes it would somehow eventually make him happy. Of course, Travis had noticed the nude woman in the dining hall right way even as he was clumsily dancing his way in. He made a mental note to talk to her after dinner. At the end of the groomsmen line, at the far right side of the head table sat Justin. A polite young man who was shy, and because he was shy he usually didn't speak up much. Nothing of note ever seemed to happen to him, and tonight was no different. Nothing happened to Justin. The man in the brown suit was briefly distracted as he turned from the head table to smile politely at the waiter who was setting a plate of food down in front of him. The steak looked cooked to perfection. And even though he didn't normally partake, the man in the brown suit grabbed his knife and fork and cut into the juicy broiled New York strip that was every bit as delicious as it looked. As he chewed his food, the brown suited man glanced at the table next to his own. He saw a plate of food being set in front of a man he quickly learned was named Paul. But, before Paul could tear into the juicy $45 piece of beef, his plate and his food had vanished. Paul was now left to sit in his chair patiently watching his wife Tammy ate her meal. When she had finally finished, Paul politely asked her, "Honey, can I have dinner now?" "Oh, of course baby. You must be starving" she cooed to him. She then pulled down her top and opened her nursing bra to expose her milk swollen breast for her husband. Paul latched on to her thick brown nipple and began to suckle the sweet milk it gave him. Paul had developed a condition a few years ago that prevented him from digesting regular food. It had started off as a wheat allergy, but the list of things he couldn't eat only grew over time. Eventually his doctor told him he would need to go on a strict diet of breastmilk. He hated to admit it, but he was now completely dependent on his wife's breast milk for sustenance. Paul felt ridiculous breastfeeding from his wife in front of everyone, but knew he had little choice, he was starving. His condition often made him feel so helpless, like a baby. Above all else he missed eating real food. Tammy looked down lovingly at Paul as he suckled her milk from her breast. When she had first learned of her husband's new dietary needs she had been supportive. She had happily agreed to take pills to induce lactation so she could start breastfeeding her husband. She had promised herself she wouldn't let his condition change the love between them. Well, while it was true she still loved Paul just as much as ever, but she'd be lying if she didn't admit her love for him was a little less romantic and a lot more maternal now. To her, Paul was no longer her strong dashing husband, he was a helpless man baby who she nursed every day. The only upside to the situation was Tammy got to eat a lot without gaining weight. Pregnant women often said they are eating for two, but in Tammy's case she literally was eating for two. Next to Tammy and Paul sat a woman named Trisha. She was single and in her mid-20s. She worked as a paralegal at a local law firm. She had been so busy watching the grown man breastfeed from his wife that she didn't notice her abdomen had suddenly grown and distended, giving her the appearance of late pregnancy. But of course once she did notice her new memories told her she had been that way for a while. Trisha then suddenly felt a pressing need, and so she got up and quickly waddled to the bathroom. She chose a stall, lowered her pants and set about laying an egg. She knew she had been close to "that time of the month" because her abdomen had slowly swollen up over the past week as the egg had formed. But she had hoped she would have gotten through the reception before it actually passed. Trisha had been passing an egg each month since puberty, and it always seemed to happen at the least convenient time. She often wished she could just have a normal period like every other woman. Trisha finished passing her egg, cleaned herself up and slipped the rather large egg into her bag and took it out to her car. It sounded crazy, but Trisha had always worried some guy would steal one of her eggs, fertilize it, then hatch her child and raise it without her knowledge. For that reason she always kept her eggs locked up until she could dispose of them properly. No matter how many times she told herself she was nuts, she still did it. Curiously, the fact that she laid eggs in the first place never seemed that odd to her. On her way back to the reception hall Trisha saw one of the bridesmaids making out with a guy in the parking lot. It was the bridesmaid with back boobs, and the guy was busy reaching behind her and feeling those misplaced mammaries up as he made out with her. Back in the hall, Trisha saw most people had finished eating dinner. Looking around the room she noticed a strange man in a brown suit staring at a couple two tables over from where she had been sitting. The couple was a married couple in their late 20s, Michelle and Matt Hoffmann. They didn't seem to notice that they were being watched. They seemed like a typical happy couple, laughing and smiling at each other. But the appearance of normalcy ended when Michelle casually reached into her pants and started to rub at her clit. Michelle typically masturbated 6 to 8 times per day, and didn't bother to hide it. She was a proud self-sexual. She had allowed her husband to have sex with her only once, on their wedding night. Michelle had been so disgusted by it that she had run to the bathroom and thrown up immediately after he had finished. After a long period of lengthy and sometimes angry talks, Matt accepted that his wife was unable to perform sexual acts with him. She loved him, but just couldn't love him in that way. Their kids had been fathered by IUI (Intrauterine Insemination). For years Matt had simply watched as his wife made love to herself. She had a very active sex life, he just wasn't a part of it. Nobody was except her. A few people glanced over at the masturbating woman, but no one seemed to think it was terribly unusual. People do masturbate after all, she just happened to be doing it in public right now. Most people just carried on with whatever they were doing and right now most were waiting patiently for the cake cutting. It wasn't every day you got to eat a Thurman's cake after all. Once most of the plates had been cleared the bride and groom went over to the side table to go through the cutting of the cake ritual. The bride thankfully did not have cake smashed into her face. As the couple posed for pictures their photographer had to pause several times to adjust the donkey tail that had sprouted from her backside. She had always had a donkey tail, but she had never really liked getting custom clothes to accommodate it. Tonight for example she had simply put on a regular mini skirt, leaving the fur covered tail to hang awkwardly between her legs. One of the first guests in line for cake was a fellow named Michael Hochman. He happened to be the boyfriend of Melody the hairy bridesmaid. The man in the suit had caused his hairy fetish of course, but as far as Michael knew he really had always had it. Lucky for him he had a hairy wife who also happened to be coated in thick hair and proud of showing off that hairiness. Melody hadn't even shaved her legs since she had been 13. Oh, and he even got a rather large piece of the double chocolate Thurman cake. Things had worked out pretty well for him so far tonight. The man in the suit made sure that slice of cake would add 20 pounds to Michael's frame that he would never be able to work off. As Michael began to eat the cake slice, he was so distracted by its deliciousness that didn't even notice as his butt began to swell. With each bite more and more mass found its way into his ass. By the time he had finished eating he had a rather large "booty". His large and oddly feminine posterior looked very out of place on his otherwise slim and masculine frame. Michael had greatly enjoyed the cake, but unfortunately for him the woman next to him had finished eating too. Now that her mouth wasn't full, she resumed talking about her cat, something she hadn't shut up about since she had first sat at the table. Michael and the other guests stuck at the awkward unpaired guest table had endured the woman's cat stories all evening so far. It seemed to be all she talked about. All of a sudden though she started talking about her vagina. She hadn't shut up about her vagina since she had first sat at the table. Michael and the other guests stuck at the awkward unpaired guest table had endured the woman's vagina stories all evening so far. It seemed to be all she talked about. She talked about it nonstop. She acted like it was her pet or something. She even showed pictures of it to people. Michael had been rather surprised to see that it actually looked pretty nice. Not as hairy as he liked, but nice. After everyone had eaten the decadent Thurman wedding cake, the DJ called all the single ladies out to the dancefloor for the traditional bouquet toss. When the bride tossed the bouquet, all the single ladies jumped for it. However, none stood a chance as the bouquet actually landed on Natalie's antlers and got impaled upon them. None of the other women dared challenge Natalie's "catch". Thankfully Kylie was already married, or the situation could have turned very ugly. The DJ had done a lot of weddings, but for some reason he had an odd feeling something was off about this one. He couldn't quite place it but the energy in the room seemed a little weirder than usual. And so, using the entirety of his wedding DJ logic, he decided to start playing some of the old standby wedding songs to help get the mood a little more elevated. As "YMCA" began to blare through the speakers, the man in the brown suit found himself looking at a young couple making lovey-dovey faces at each other over at a nearly abandoned table close to the head table. The man learned that the woman was the groom's younger sister, a 21 year old college student named Madison. The young man rubbing noses with her was her sweetheart Noah. The two had been dating for about three months, and had reached the stage of love where they became obnoxious to everyone around them. They had cute pet names and all. As the couple started making out inappropriately at a wedding reception, a slight anomaly happened in both of their minds. Without a word the couple stopped kissing and Madison suddenly undressed from the waist down. As soon as her panties were off Noah dived between her legs to begin cunnilingus on her. Of course the truth was Noah had been lapping at her vulva for some time. In fact he had been buried in her groin since the reception had started. For the 3 previous months Noah had been eating Madison's pussy whenever they were together. It was the cornerstone of their relationship. They didn't talk, they didn't do activities, and they didn't have actual sex. Whenever Madison and Noah got together they didn't even bother to say hello, Madison just methodically dropped her pants to let Noah get to work. When they were apart the maximum level of communication they had was when they would get back together. Both of them accepted this one dimensional relationship as natural and normal. They both just felt that Noah belonged between Madison's thighs licking her womanhood whenever they were together. But after 3 months of near constant cunnilingus Madison had grown so used to his tongue that it didn't even feel that good for her anymore. Noah was gentle enough that she didn't really get sore, but she hadn't had an orgasm from it in over six weeks. But still, she just let him lick away down there while she watched TV, read a book, or as she was doing right now, tapping on her phone. Earlier during dinner she had eaten her meal and had carried on casual conversation with the people at her table all while Noah had been dutifully lapping at her labia below the table. Madison looked up from her phone for a moment to watch all the other wedding guests dance to YMCA. She had a small desire to get up and join the fun, but she was unable to bring herself to unlatch her "boyfriend" from her crotch. She didn't understand why, but it didn't seem right to be near Noah without him licking her nether region. During a hip-hop song a few of the ladies on the dancefloor started twerking. As soon as Michael saw though he felt compelled to come up and join them. Michael loved twerking and it just so happened he was far better equipped to do it than any of the ladies on the dance floor were. The women watched in awe as Michael shook his large heart shaped posterior in a well performed, almost professional looking booty pop. A bit later the slightly drunk and very naked Vanessa led an energetic "electric slide" dance. The perpetually nude woman had no shame after all, and after a few drinks she also seemed to really love dancing! While his naked wife tore up the dance floor, Tom sat patiently on the sidelines. A few times when Vanessa first bent over during the "hit the floor" part of the dance, Tom could see that her exposed vagina looked rather red and wet, as though she had just had sex. Tom would never really suspect his wife had really just had sex in the bathroom with Travis the groomsman, even though he had seen the two of them talking and leaving the ballroom together about an hour ago. Tom had met Travis earlier in the evening by the bar, and had thought he clearly was gay. Tom assumed Vanessa's overly moist vaginal state was merely the result of her being drunk. But that was a stretch of the imagination even by Tom's standard, especially when a dribble of what appeared to be semen started trickling down her inner thigh as she bounced around the dancefloor. But to be fair, Tom didn't really have time to think about it clearly as he became distracted when the woman sitting next to him started masturbating all of a sudden. Just as she reached orgasm, the electric slide song finally ended and Tom was quick to pull his nude and inebriated wife from the dance floor. The next song up was "the chicken dance", and even though it was highly ironic, Trisha loved the chicken dance and felt she just had to participate. It helped that she was feeling a lot lighter and looser after passing her egg earlier. During the dance Trisha accidentally bumped the woman next to her in the arm. Much to Trisha's surprise the woman suddenly stopped dancing bent over and moaned loudly. Trisha immediately asked her, "Are you alright?!?" The woman just nodded, regained her composure, and then explained over the music, "Yeah, I'm Fine. I just have touch related hypersexual sensitivity." Hearing only fragments of what she had said, Trisha yelled "What?" over the blaring chicken dance song. The woman blushed and said rather loudly, "I um, well, I orgasm whenever I'm physically touched by another person. Doesn't matter where the touch is I just cum instantly." Trisha apologized to the woman for inadvertently making her orgasm and went back to the chicken dance. When the group turned she could see one of the groomsmen, Allen, struggling to keep up with the dance given his condition. Considering he was in his third trimester he was doing rather well. Right next to him was hairy Melody dancing around the dancefloor with her big butt husband Michael. Melody's hair coated legs were clearly visible through her nylons. Melody hadn't noticed, but over in the corner of the dancefloor a man named Chad was staring at her leg fur. Chad had seen Melody's legs during the chicken dance and they had instantly reminded him of his wife Rachel. Now Rachel wasn't even a fraction as hairy as Melody, but she had been part of the natural woman movement like Melody up until a few months ago. Rachel never used to shave her legs, but now she did. She kept her legs very clean shaven as she did all of her body hair. She did it for her lover Eric. Chad left the dancefloor and made his way back to his table where Rachel was sitting. She smiled at him and said, "Have fun dancing honey?" Chad smiled a quick smile and replied, "Yeah it was alright." Chad and Rachel talked about a few random topics for a bit until they saw Eric and Felicia finally coming back from the bar with another bucket of beers. Eric set the bucket on the table and said, "Sorry it took so long, it's still damn crowded at the bar." Chad glanced at Felicia, who like him was acting polite even though she was probably equally un-thrilled about being here. Chad and Felicia had something in common, neither of them had sex with their spouse anymore. Felicia had a romantic relationship with Eric as Chad did with Rachel, but the only sexual relationship was between Eric and Rachel. Up until a year ago Chad and Rachel had been a normal couple. Their friends Eric and Felicia had been normal too. The four of them hung out at wineries, went on a few trips, and frequently just hung out together as friends did. But then Eric and Rachel started an affair. It didn't take long for that very common affair to turn into a very uncommon situation where they exclusively had sex with each other, leaving Chad and Felicia in sexless marriages. Sometimes when Rachel and Eric were fucking Chad and Felicia would just awkwardly hang out in the Livingroom. They did their best to make friendly small talk while their spouses moaned in pleasure in the bedroom. The two of them had brought up the possibility of starting an affair of their own, but it wasn't in either of their natures to do so. Chad was a cuckold, and Felicia was a cuckquean. It's just the way it was. Their genitals would never again be sexually touched by anything that wasn't plastic or silicone rubber. A few tables away, the man in the outdated brown suit turned his attention away from the two couples and started looking around the room again. The DJ cycled through the usual wedding songs before finally shifting gears to a slow song that finally got a lot of couples out on the dance floor. During the slow dance to "Wonderful Tonight", the amazon Kylie had to look down at her husband Brent because she towered over him at his comparatively small height of 5'9". About halfway through the song she tilted her head down even further at her adorable little 4'10" husband Brent. The little guy insisted on leading her in the dance despite the fact he was a fraction of his enormous wife's size and strength. Standing next to her, his head was barely level with the bottom of her breasts! Even so, he tried to lead the dance with his giantess wife, despite looking like a man trying to push a bus up a hill. But Kylie did all she could to let him lead. She thought it was romantic the little guy still tried to be the man in their relationship. And even given all the obvious drawbacks to their disproportions, she still felt like the woman in the relationship with him. Taking his eyes off of Kylie and Brent, the man in the outdated suit turned his attention to another couple on the dance floor, Karen and Rick Hayes. They were the Groom's Aunt and Uncle. It was a subtle change, and even if anyone had been looking right at them they might have missed it. But Karen was now leading the dance. Beyond that, Karen was now leading everything in their marriage. The couple practiced something known as FLR, or, "Female Led Relationship". And they had been that way since they first got engaged many years ago. To put it mildly, Karen definitely wore the pants in their house, and always had. Speaking of pants, another couple dancing nearby was experiencing some shifting in theirs. The man found his pants a bit looser as his penis shrunk to 3 inches and the woman found hers a bit tighter as her clitoris grew to 3 inches. The couple's relationship adjusted appropriately as they both gained memories of the wife having always been every bit as "hung" as the husband. Needless to say, they had both taken turns leading during the dance. This caused a little awkwardness as they transitioned back and forth. Near the back of the dancefloor Greg and his wife Sarah danced tightly together, with both their bosoms pressing intimately into each other. Sarah glanced over at Allen, who was sitting the dance out to give his tired feet a rest. Sarah sighed as she looked at Allen's distended pregnant belly. She had been so glad when he had stepped up to carry their baby, but she felt terrible about lying. The truth was she wasn't infertile, she just hadn't been willing to go off birth control because she was cheating on Greg. Allen carrying their baby for her seemed to solve all her problems. And for a while it had. But now, Sarah had a new problem. She had gotten a little lax on the birth control a couple months ago, and now she was pregnant too. She had done the timing, and there was no possibility the baby was Greg's. Sarah loved Greg and cared about him deeply she just didn't find him sexually attractive anymore. She had tried so hard, but the spark just wasn't there. And it wasn't just because of his breasts either, Greg overall didn't seem like the man he used to be. Greg wasn't the man he used to be. Because of this sex with her husband had become very infrequent. And not one of those infrequent times was remotely close to her conception date. Since some of her lovers were of a different race than her husband, Sarah was most likely going to have a lot of explaining to do in a few months. A few feet away Abby the instant orgasming woman and her fianc?e John danced near each other, but were not making any actual physical contact for obvious reasons. The other couples on the dancefloor around them had learned to stay clear of her by now as well. Abby had already orgasmed 15 times in the past few hours of dancing, and her dress had a wet stain in the groin area from the resulting vaginal secretions. She was sweating, and appeared to be completely spent sexually as a result of the random brushes with strangers on the dancefloor. Her fianc?e John had a sour expression on his face because he clearly wasn't going to be getting anything from her when they got back to their hotel room. Not that he ever got much from her sexually. In fact they usually didn't even bother getting undressed when they had "sex". And "sex" with her meant if he was lucky sometimes she could compose herself long enough to give him a hand job. Her breasts and vagina were far too sensitive to be touched directly by anyone. So he had never actually touched her in a traditionally sexual way. He had seen her naked a few times, so he knew her vagina did exist even if it didn't benefit either of them very much. Good thing he loved her for her personality. Eventually it was about 11:55pm, and only the wedding party and a few dedicated guests remained. The DJ put on "Unchained Melody", and it was made clear this was the last dance of the evening. Everyone left at the reception filed to the dancefloor to join the bride and groom in the last dance of their wedding. Well everyone except Madison and Noah of course, they were still busy doing what they do. For the first time, the man in the brown suit looked directly at the bride and groom. They were dancing slowly and lovingly, clearly happy on their wedding day, and looking forward to their wedding night. The groom, Brad, looked around the room and saw the only people not on the dancefloor were Madison, Noah, and a man in an eighties looking brown suit sitting in the back by himself. Brad looked back at his lovely bride Laura and asked her, "Honey, who's that weird old guy in the brown suit?" Laura had seen the man too, but didn't know him. She had had assumed until now he was part of Brad's invite list. She just shrugged and replied, "I dunno. I thought you knew him." "I don't know him" he whispered in mock terror whilst giving an exagerated horrified look. Brad looked thoughtful for a moment, then chuckled and said "so is he like, an official wedding crasher?" Laura smiled at the thought of the nice looking old man in the corner "crashing" their wedding. "No, my mom gave me a list of people I had to invite. If you don't know him then I bet he's one of them. I think he might be one of her co-workers or something." The song ended and the DJ shouted into the mic with his cute, high pitched voice that sounded like a little girl's. "All right, let's give it up one last time for the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Hayes!" The few people who remained clapped and cheered as Brad and Laura kissed on the dancefloor. No one really noticed, but as the bride and groom kissed one last small change happened. The groom's tuxedo pants flattened out a bit in the front as his male genitals transformed into female genitals. Brad had been born with a vagina. For obvious reasons, his parents had initially thought he was just a normal girl. Brad was raised a girl and had gone by the name Brenda until age 10. He never really fit in as a girl though, he acted like a boy and did boy things. But when he went through puberty he quickly discovered he really was different from all the other girls. Instead of a female puberty, he seemed to be having a male one. Tests confirmed he was, in fact, a boy...sort of. Even though he technically had the fully functional reproductive organs of a woman, he was in fact genetically male. He was not intersexed, at least not in the traditional sense. There is nothing wrong with being intersexed, that label just wasn't applicable to Brad's condition. Brad was a fully developed normal male with a fully developed female reproductive system. Needless to say, his unique medical condition appeared in several medical journals. So far, he has the only known case of his diagnosis. Being a man with a vagina had made dating rough, but Brad had eventually found the one, a beautiful woman named Laura who truly accepted him for who he was. Brad loved Laura with all his heart. And he knew that deep down she thought of him as a man even though he lacked the traditional requisite parts to be classically defined as one. He was a man to her because of his character, because of his actions, because of his heart. It didn't matter he was technically part female. They loved each other, and that was all that mattered to them. The newlywed couple slowly left the dancefloor together with large smiles upon their faces. All was right in their world. Their wedding and reception had gone perfectly. They headed to the hotel elevator and made their way to the honeymoon suite. Meanwhile, the man in the brown suit quietly got up and left. On his way out he saw Becky still stuck at the front desk. She had been on her feet for almost 16 hours, and her back was hurting from the weight of her colossal stripper breasts. The man in the suit waved and muttered, "Goodnight Becky," in the direction of the front desk. Becky got out a halfhearted "goodnight" to the man in the brown suit, too tired to realize that she didn't have a name tag on and had never told the man her name. The lobby's automatic doors opened as the man walked through them, and they shortly closed again. Outside, the exterior automatic doors to the River Star Plaza opened and closed even though no one had left the building. The man was gone. -------------- The following April after the wedding Brad and Laura were taking a leisurely stroll through the park. They were slowly making their way along the path that ran along the lake. It was the warmest day of the year so far, 50 degrees Fahrenheit. Which, after a harsh winter, seemed almost summerlike. A casual observer of the young couple would have to look pretty closely to see they were different. They appeared to be just another cute couple holding hands and walking through the park. If someone looked really close though they would have seen Brad had an abnormally flat groin, while his wife had a bulged one. Laura had always had a penis, and for once it had nothing to do with the man in the brown suit. Laura really had been born a boy named Liam. Liam's parents had a fine job raising a boy, but deep down she had known this was not who she really was. "Liam" had always felt like a girl. And it wasn't until she was 13 that she finally found the courage to "come out" as transsexual, and become Laura. Laura had no memory of it now because from her perspective it had never happened, but once upon a time a great number of her family members had disapproved of her transition. Being a male to female transsexual was tough, and there was no way around that. But having people in your life that didn't support you can make it really suck. And for Laura it had sucked. Her cousins Emily and Amanda had been particularly mean a few times. They considered themselves perfect, and at every opportunity let Laura know she was less than perfect. High school had been a nightmare. Laura had made some new friends after she transitioned, sure, but they had always been rather fair-weather friends. And all of them had considered themselves to be "real" women, while considering Laura to be less than a woman. The only friend who was mostly a true friend to Laura was Melody. And that was mostly due to Melody being sympathetic to Laura because she had endured bullying in school just as Laura had. The other girls had made fun of her hairiness and unibrow, among other things. But even Melody had made a few jokes at Laura's expense when she hadn't been around. Brad's friends were much the same way after they found out his girlfriend Laura had once been a guy. They were supportive to his face, but when he wasn't around they had joked about him "being gay" and "sucking cock". All except for Justin. Justin was Brad's only true friend, and it was a shame Brad never got to realize that. If Brad knew how much Justin actually cared about him, surely he would have been the best man. Some of Brad's family had vocally disapproved when they had learned he was marrying one of "those" girls. His younger sister Madison had actually been mean enough to make some hurtful comments right in front of Laura. Now granted, Madison had not been pure evil, and for that matter the rest of his family hadn't been either. But they had been traditional, semi-religious, and quite set in their ways. They simply had felt that it was "wrong" for Brad to marry a girl who had been a guy. In spite of their prejudice Brad had pressed on anyway, undaunted in his love for Laura. But throughout his relationship with her he had felt the judging eyes and hurtful comments from those around him. Even the two snotty desk clerks at the hotel had chuckled when Brad and Laura had first come in to arrange their wedding and book the banquet hall. Behind the couple's back the girls had both referred to Laura as a "tranny". The wedding photographer had made a couple wisecracks to her co-workers after she had shown them one of Brad and Laura's engagement pictures where Laura's extra part could be made out. But, now in the new reality that didn't matter. None of it had ever happened. In this reality when Laura and Brad met, their friends and families already had so much uniqueness in them that Brad and Laura's little genital mismatch seemed petty. No one had ever really thought about it. Because in the new reality, the sort of people who would normally take an interest in judging the private affairs of the young couple were now preoccupied with their own matters. So, no one gave Brad and Laura's "parts" any concern. Everyone was just happy for the young couple in love. The way it should be. Neither Laura nor Brad remember it anymore, but originally Brad had met Laura at a party. He had been smitten with her immediately. She was incredibly beautiful and kind and frankly out of his league. Brad only mustered the audacity to ask her to dance from summoning some previously unknown depth of his courage. They hit it off, and before long Brad had Laura's number. Laura confessed to Brad on their second date that she had a penis, and Brad had naturally been taken aback by the news. Laura had seemed like the perfect woman, it didn't seem possible to Brad that the beautiful woman he was smitten with had once been a guy, no matter how much she insisted it was so. It wasn't until he actually saw her naked and the truth was right in front of him that he finally had no choice but to believe her. Laura's unwanted endowment was plainly evident. And candidly, it was quite a bit larger than his own. The most beautiful and amazing woman he had ever met, the girl of his dreams, also happened to have a bigger penis than he did. But, drawing again from that unknown courage he still gave Laura a chance. And as they dated Brad found that Laura truly was a woman in every way save the one. She was everything he had ever hoped for. What's even more amazing is that she seemed to be having the same feelings for him. What he had found in Laura wasn't what he had set out to find of course, but it was still more than he had hoped for. They fell in love despite their many obstacles. They had found the type of love that is rare and pure. The type of love that stands out like a beacon of light in this increasingly dim world. And something like that can attract the attention of ancient and long forgotten powers. Powers that had once been referred to as "gods" long ago, back when they were more involved in human existance. Powers that used to routinely meddle in the affairs of mankind but had long since grown bored with them. But, every once in a while something like Brad and Laura's love could draw that attention back, if only for a brief while. In the original timeline Brad and Laura had stayed happily married for 62 years before Brad finally succumbed to the cumulative weight of his years. Laura had followed him into the beyond 2 years after that. The couple had been happy, but they never had much for family after the wedding. It had started with not getting invited to family functio