Chapter 5: Resolution
: The Wedding of the Behemoth
The sun beat down mercilessly on the crumbling exterior of the ghetto church, its once vibrant paint now faded and chipped, revealing the grimy brickwork beneath. The air was thick with humidity, the scent of sweat and fear permeating the atmosphere like a noxious cloud. The church itself was a squat, unassuming building, its small size dwarfed by the towering tenements that surround it, their windows yawning like empty eye sockets, watching the world below with malicious indifference.
The interior of the church was a stark contrast to its grimy exterior.
The pews were filled with enormous women, their bodies spilling over the ancient wood like rivers overflowing their banks. They were dressed in their Sunday best, their brightly colored dresses straining against their massive forms. Their eyes, black and shining like beetles, flicked towards the altar, where a massive figure loomed.
Brittany, the Behemoth, stood there, her towering form dwarfing even the largest of her congregation. She was clad in a white gown, the fabric stretched taut over her vast frame, the sleeves ending at her elbows and the skirt ending at her massive thighs.
It was a parody of a wedding dress, a mockery of the sacred vows that were about to be taken. She towered over the gathered crowd, her massive head scraping the ceiling, her long, thick tongue lolling out the side of her mouth like a grotesque parody of a bride's smile.
Joseph stood before her, his small frame trembling with fear. He was dressed in a dark suit, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes downcast. He looked like a child standing before a giant, a pathetic little worm about to be consumed by the monster.
Brittany's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as she looked down at him, her massive form casting a dark shadow over his tiny figure.
"You look nervous, worm," she said, her voice like thunder, echoing through the small church. "But then again, you always look nervous. It's one of the things I love about you."
She reached down and grabbed his chin, her massive hand encircling his jaw with ease. She forced him to look up at her, his eyes wide with fear and desperation.
"You see, worm, today is a special day. Today, we get to celebrate our love, our union.
Today, we become one, as husband and wife." Her voice dripped with malice, and her eyes, black and hollow, seemed to bore into Joseph's soul. He felt his stomach churn, but he said nothing. He knew better than to speak out of turn.
Brittany turned to the crowd, her massive form casting a dark shadow over the assembled women. "Gather 'round, sisters," she commanded, her voice booming through the small church. "Let us bear witness to this blessed union, this holy matrimony."
The women in the pews began to shuffle forward, their massive bodies pushing against the ancient wood, creaking and groaning in protest.
They gathered around the altar, their eyes fixed on Brittany and Joseph, their breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps, like a herd of cattle sensing blood in the water.
Brittany turned back to Joseph, her massive hand still gripping his chin, her thumb brushing against his lower lip, smearing a thin layer of spittle. "But first, worm, there is one last thing we need to do." She let out a low, guttural laugh, like the rumble of distant thunder. "You see, today isn't just about our love, our union. Today is also about...
showing the world who is truly in charge." Brittany's eyes flickered to the small, trembling figure of Joseph's mother, huddled in a pew near the back of the church. "Bring her forward, sisters," she commanded, her voice like thunder. "I want her to see what her precious little boy has become."
The congregation of enormous women parted like a sea, revealing a path for Joseph's mother to walk. She hesitated, her eyes darting between Brittany and her son, but a firm nudge from one of the sisters sent her stumbling forward.
As she approached the altar, her eyes were fixed on the Behemoth, her expression a mix of fear, anger, and disbelief.
"Mother," Brittany said, her voice a low growl. "I want you to meet my beloved. He's the one who will be joining our family today." She turned to Joseph, her massive hand still gripping his chin. "And worm, I want you to introduce us properly. Tell your mother what a wonderful husband you're going to be."
Joseph's eyes widened in terror, and he shook his head slightly, as if trying to plead with Brittany silently.
But the Behemoth merely clicked her tongue in annoyance, her massive hand tightening its grip on his chin. "Don't be shy, worm. Tell your mother what she wants to hear."
Joseph's mother, now standing before the altar, looked at her son with a mixture of pity and revulsion. She could see the fear in his eyes, the way his body trembled beneath Brittany's touch. She wanted to reach out and comfort him, but she knew better than to interfere with the Behemoth.
"M-mother," Joseph stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "This is... this is Brittany.
She's the one I'm going to... to marry today."
Tears welled up in Joseph's mother's eyes as she looked at her son, her voice barely above a whisper. "Marry? Joseph, what are you talking about? You can't possibly want to marry this... this thing."
Brittany's massive hand tightened around Joseph's chin, her fingers digging into his flesh. He winced in pain, but his eyes never left his mother's face.
"It's not a choice, Mother," he said, his voice trembling with fear and sadness. "She... she made me do it.
She makes me do everything." Brittany's massive hand released Joseph's chin, and he stumbled back, his face pale and his eyes filled with tears. He wiped at his lip, smearing the spittle from Brittany's thumb across his face.
Joseph's mother's eyes widened in horror at his words, her hands trembling at her sides. "She made you? But Joseph, you're a grown man. You can't let her do this to you. You have to fight back, to resist."
Brittany threw her head back and laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that shook the very foundations of the church.
She advanced on Joseph's mother, her massive form casting an ominous shadow over the small woman.
"Fight back?" she sneered. "Who do you think he is? Some kind of hero? No, sweetheart, your son is a worm. He's weak, pathetic, and he knows it. And so do you."
She reached out, her massive hand wrapping gently around Joseph's mother's small wrist. The woman gasped, her eyes widening as she felt Brittany's strength, the power that radiated from her like heat from a furnace.
Brittany turns back to Joseph, towering over him, waiting for him to kiss her, but he is too short.
She growls in frustration, her massive hand whipping out so quickly that it's a blur, sending Joseph crashing to the floor.
"I said kiss me!" she roars, spittle flying from her mouth.
Joseph cringes, his hand flying to his bleeding lip, the taste of copper filling his mouth. The church is silent except for the sound of Joseph's ragged breathing and the low, menacing rumble of Brittany's voice.
"O-okay, okay," Joseph stammers, pushing himself to his feet, his body shaking with fear.
He reaches out, his hand trembling as he cups Brittany's massive cheek. She leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his. Her skin was rough, like sandpaper, and he could feel the heat radiating from her, like a furnace.
He leaned in, his eyes fluttering closed as he pressed his lips to hers. Brittany's massive mouth engulfed his, her tongue forcing its way between his lips. He gagged slightly, the taste of her filling his mouth, a mix of blood, sweat, and something darker, something primal.
He tried to pull away, but her massive hand gripped the back of his head, holding him in place as she devoured his mouth.
The congregation of enormous women watched, their eyes wide with a mix of envy and revulsion. They could see the power dynamic at play, the sheer dominance of the Behemoth over her pathetic little worm of a husband. They could feel the violence simmering beneath the surface, the primal hunger that drove Brittany.
The kiss seemed to last for an eternity, but eventually, Brittany pulled away, her massive chest heaving with exertion.
She licked her lips, her massive tongue darting out and swiping away the remnants of Joseph's saliva. She grinned, her teeth stained a dark, rusty color, like old blood.
"There," she purred. "Wasn't that nice? Our first kiss as husband and wife."
Joseph stood there, his body trembling, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He could taste her on his lips, the coppery tang of blood, the acrid stench of sweat and decay. He wanted to spit, to wipe his mouth clean, but he knew better than to disobey her.