The best day of their lives

Cindy is getting married and nothing will ruin her perfect day

Cindy looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at her beautiful white wedding dress. Behind her, Ana, her best friend, and the rest of her bridesmaids watched her with expectant smiles.

"It's time, beautiful," she whispered in her ear.

A few moments later, Cindy walked down the aisle, flanked by several rows of her closest family and friends who looked at her with a mixture of admiration and pride. At the end of the aisle of flowers stood Tom, the groom, who looked up at her with his chest puffed out.

The day was perfect for an outdoor wedding. The sun shone brightly but not so intensely as to be overwhelming, and a light breeze kept the air fresh.

The park was almost dreamlike, with the grass cut short and pathways lined with flowerbeds. A white marquee had been erected for the ceremony to accommodate the guests, along with smaller tents where the bride and groom could get ready.

The venue was bordered by a grove of conifers. It was a bit more secluded than Cindy had expected, a long but peaceful drive from the city, but the privacy was a welcome bonus. As she made the preparations, the bride was surprised that the location wasn't more popular.

All these thoughts vanished from Cindy's mind when she reached the altar. Her father, beaming with pride, gave her away, kissed her cheek, shook Tom's hand, and went to sit in his place in the front row next to his wife, hiding a tear.

The bride and groom looked each other up and down, smiling knowingly.

"You look beautiful," he told her.

"You too," she replied.

"Ready to begin?" asked the minister beside them, ready to officiate the ceremony.

Everyone nodded. The minister cleared his throat.

"Dear brothers and sisters..." he began, but was interrupted by a slight tremor.

Everyone looked at each other, uneasy. A murmur rippled through the rows of guests.

Immediately, another tremor was felt, then another, and then another. A series of tremors followed one another rhythmically, seemingly drawing closer together. Suddenly, before anyone could react, a gigantic sole burst through the tent roof and landed firmly where the altar had stood. Cindy, Tom, the minister, the bridesmaids and the groomsmen could barely gasp before disappearing beneath the massive rubber wall that formed the sole of a colossal sandal.

Everyone present stared in astonishment at the rubber wall and the great mass of tanned skin it supported.


Mary stopped abruptly and sighed wearily. With one hand, she adjusted the backpack on her back, while with the other, she adjusted the bottom of her bikini, which were giving her a wedgie and was itching her crotch. She glanced back in annoyance and saw her friend, Sophie, approaching.

"Are we almost there?" she asked. "We've been walking for ages and I still can't see the beach."

The other nodded.

"Just a little further," she said. "Tyler said it was this way, following the grove of trees."

"But there aren't any trees here, girl! Why do you listen to Tyler? He's a weirdo..."

"That's not true..." Sophie chimed in. "He's nice once you get to know him."

"I don't need to know him to know he likes playing with insects," Mary retorted.

“They’re not insects, they’re Tinies, basically like people... and speaking of that,” Sophie added, “don’t leave the grove, we’re in Tiny Territory.”

“Trees again, I don’t see any,” Mary complained.

“Look at your feet, silly.”

The first one did. To her left, she noticed what looked like a carpet of tall grass that reached her ankles. Curious, she turned around and squatted down to examine them, but without realizing it, her action caused her to let out a fart.


The congregation finally reacted when the gigantic foot rose. Both sets of parents and other relatives ran to the place where the altar had stood, now occupied by a gigantic footprint. Through the mud, they could glimpse the crushed, some even mutilated, corpses of the bride and groom, the groomsmen, and the bridesmaids. Cindy's father ran into the footprint and lifted his daughter's lifeless body in his arms. With all her bones broken, her limbs drooped, held only by muscle and tissue.

The man wept, holding his daughter's body, when he felt a shadow spread around him. Looking up, he saw a gigantic ass, like two hot air balloons, planted above him, covered only by the orange fabric of a bikini that could have served as a tent for the man.

He could only shield his little girl's body before the sound of a thousand lightning bolts split the air and the force of ten toxic hurricanes struck him full force.


Mary blushed with embarrassment and was grateful that Sophie had gotten so far ahead. She stood up, readjusted her bikini again, and while gently massaging her stomach, continued walking behind her friend, paying little attention to the patches of grass at her feet.