Misc. Erotica The Big Fat Two-State Wedding (Complete)

[RJ668]

...after bobbyfication, shulekha's son had changed his name from ravi to rebika.
so, what will be debojit's name after his bobbyfication? debjita! or debika.

[Dumeelkumar]

Awsom. Asking for divorce after coming back from honeymoon surprised me. But her body demands cannot be met by her husband. Their life has just started. Both can find their own ways..

[Mintu08]

...after bobbyfication, shulekha's son had changed his name from ravi to rebika.
so, what will be debojit's name after his bobbyfication? debjita! or debika.

Hmmmmm lets see......

[Mintu08]

Glad to see everyone so involved in the plot! The story has a lot to offer yet be tuned for Friday!

[Arul Pragasam]

super bro

[Blackdick11]

she wanted divorce, and so what happened between the two (pallavi & her MIL) that they eventually decided to hand over debojit to the bobby squad and his mother also agreed to this.
aaand with this, the bull finally made an entry into this story. who fits the criteria pallavi was always looking for: someone stronger and more masculine than her husband. I hope she will find a real man for herself after her husband bobbyfication....

[Gopal Ratnam]

Awesome updates

[Mintu08]

Chapter 13

"Mr Bhattacharya, I shall not repeat myself! The complaint is serious and we need to take you to the medical agency right now!"

Debojit felt a series of emotions go through him at the same time..

Anger

Fear

Confusion

ans the biggest of them all...

BETRAYAL!

"Bu...but why?? Why Palo???" Debojit skipped several heartbeats at the same time. He wanted to rush and take his wife by force to their room and question her, but the burly cop seemed very intimidating to him.

"We have a brief proof to believe in your wife Mr Bhattacharya! We are not assuming allocations in the air!" 

The cop sternly cooed, but the politeness has a sharp layer of sterness in it. Promila didn't know how to deal with the current situation, but there was a latent rage in her eyes too. Debojit couldn't completely predict the reason for the enragement in the eyes of his mother, but at this moment, he was more interested in knowing what was the reason for his arrest!

"This is unfair officer! I need to know why am I...arrr..esste..d!" 

Debojit stammered with his words. His heartbeats could even be sensed by Promila and Pallavi, but none came ahead for his rescue, rather they kept looking down in shame and a bit of anger too.

The cop nodded and cooed "very well!" and then showed a clip from his phone to Debojit. 

"Huhh..whaa ." Debojit expanded his pupils and he felt an even more sharp whip of betrayal. His mouth wide opened!

The clip on the phone was something that shook Debojit off the ground! His heart turned white and his mouth opened in an inaudible gasp.

The clip belonged to the moment when Debojit was admiring his towel wrapped body with the feminine make-up in front of the mirror inside the grooming room of Anima's studio. Debojit felt embarrassed and his body almost turned limp in knowing that this was seen by his mother and sister for sure!

But this was wrong! Debojit had never wanted to do the role! He was convinced by Pallavi!

"What the hell Palo??? Why did you show this to officer?? I didn't even want to do the role....I..."

"Quiet!! Not only does this clip proves your latent acknowledgement to effeminate tendencies, but apart from this, we have been told about your inability to satisfy your wife who now has clearly mentioned in her complaint!"

The cop now went around Debojit and somehow his presence reminded him of the cops he would see on news and films who would beat the hell out of the accused! 

"Maa....I ..... ummmm...." Debojit felt scared and remorseful and even terrified like a child! Promila noticed her son's face was about to tear up almost and the cop studied that face too. But the burly man didn't have any empathy for him, because it was his primary duty to have the meek men arrested and if they resisted, he was eligible for taking strict action.

"Mr Bhattacharya, one simple question! Do you admit that you are the one in this clip?"

The man thumped his fists on his waists. His face looking stern!

"I....ummm...yes...I am......" Debojit accepted and looked down. His mind still hurt from why did Pallavi showed those snaps to the cops. The agony of betrayal pinched his heart and soul at the same time. Promila looked down and hid her face with her pallu, while Promila walked upto her husband and touched his cheeks, pouting....

"Sorry Debu, but maybe this is for your own good! And yes, one last favor I need from you..."

Pouting so, Pallavi looked behind and gestured the lawyer to come upto Debojit with a file. Debojit looked with horror into the document. It was a clear Divorce Notice!

"Palo...why??? I thought we were...."

"Not me Debu! You just couldn't give it to me! Sorry Debu..." Pallavi looked down and cooed softly. A soft corner of her heart did feel bad for her husband, but the dissatisfied woman inside her had the last word! Therefore, she just kept quiet and went back to the sofa.

"Please sign Mr Bhattacharya. Your wife has already signed!"

Debojit's eyes watered to the brim when he saw his wife's signature, but just for the sake of being spared by the cop and further legal complications, he took then pen and signed on the paper with a large sigh.

"Thank you Mr Bhattacharya. Officer, you may now proceed. Mrs Bhattacharya is free from the marriage fold and as per law, both are no more related to each other!"

Promila couldn't tolerate the scene and rushed inside. She was sad and gloomy, but she didn't blame her bahu nor did could see her only son being taken away by two constables. The once peaceful Bhattacharya household was shattered in moments!

Once Debojit sat inside the van, Promila looked at the van leave the house premises. The mature widow sighed in greif when she realised that her son were to have the same fate as Shulekha's son. She looked at her husband's picture on the wall and pouted..."sorry.... I had no choice.... Look after him if you can!"

A sad Promila shivered when a hand touched her shoulder. She turned back to see Pallavi. The young lady looked into the eyes of her mother-in-law and pouted softly...

"Mamuni, if you want I can leave the house, since I am no longer related to your son....I will..."

Pallavi was shut by Promila's palm that instant. Both women exchanged glances that were silent but at the same time had some latent words to them. 

"No need bouma, I shall not extend the unfairness with you. Forget the fact that you were my son's wife. You are my daughter now, just like Subo!" 

Pallavi's heart cried with utmost joy! Rarely she had seen examples of a mother-in-law get so close to their bahus. She couldn't help but open her heart out to Promila! 

"Mamuni, I know what you are going through your head right now, but wisdom says that one must move on! I promise I will now treat you like a bestie! A saheli! I will lay my head on your lap and make you pamper me like a spoilt child! I will even allow you to scold me like you do with Subo! We can be good friends, we can share everything with each other. I promise you will not be anymore sad than you are now. Let your son to through his own experiences and let us go through ours!" 

Pouting so, Pallavi hugged Promila firmly! Like a long lost daughter would hug a mother after years. Promila dropped down a tear, but a tear of a strange newfound joy as she hugged her bahu back. The wise woman inside her assured her mind that worrying for Debojit was not a solution, rather it was Pallavi who should be given justice. 

"Why should a mother support her own child even when the child is unfair or wrong! No way shall my bouma suffer! Being a woman if I am unfair to a woman, it's disgraceful for me!"

Promila broke the hug and kissed the forehead of her bahu. For Promila, the young lady's justice mattered more than the plight of her son for some reason. She held the chin of her bahu and cooed with a pure maternal tone...

"Bouma, I know I am Debu's mother and even if I do care for him, I also support a woman's rights and her liberties. I don't want to be a prudish mother-in-law for you. I promise I will be your saheli and indulge you just like a pampered daughter!"

Promila was a sophisticated wise educated woman. She wasn't one of the women who would weep and mentally fight against the negativity around. Rather she was wise enough to know that the world had to go on despite whatever was happening around and there was no way she would allow a young fertile beautiful girl like Pallavi to suffer. 

Pallavi nuzzled her cheek on the cheek of her sasuma and cooed with joy...

"I am so happy to have a new saheli!" 

"Mee too bouma!" Promila cooed back. 



A whole new bond and friendship took birth between a mother-in-law and her bahu in just one night!

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Meanwhile, at the Bobby Prison :

Debojit was held firm by two constables firm and he was let inside a long corridor! He saw the whole space and gasped at the interior. It looked like some Multiverse Fictional Jail!





"Ughh!! Leave my hands atleast! I am not some goddamn prisoner!!!!" Debojit tried to free his hands from the grasps of the stern looking men on either side, but they were firm with their grasps. Debojit also realised that he looked less manlier compared to the constables, who has firm forearms with firmer palms. Infact his own fair softer forearm hurt from the grasps already.

But Debojit still fought untill the main cop showed up shouting with a finger straightaway pointed at him...

"Stop it!!!! Or else I shall be forced to be very rude with you! Mr Bhattacharya, don't blame me if I get physical!"

The sentence scared Debojit and he stopped protesting. There was no way he would fight with a burly strong cop! He rather decided to just keep silent and only hope that he does not get Bobbyfied. The thought alone scared him to death!

"Now follow me to the Enquiry room where the doctor is awaiting you!"

"Who? Which doctor???" Debojit gasped. He only hoped the doctor was someone he didn't know or else it would be very embarassing.

"Dr Gupta! She is now incharge of the East! And you are in her very first batch!"

"Who Dr Gupta??" Debojit looked curious with a raised eyebrow.

"Dr Akriti Gupta. She arrived two days ago and she is renowned enough for her Bobby operations!"

Debojit sighed low now. He didn't know who she was and he rather felt he could convince her to spare him, since she was a woman and women had softer corners. But a part of his logical mind also hoped that the lady doctor wouldn't turn out as bitchy as Anima or the women like her!

Debojit wondered how he would face the lady doctor as he was taken along like a guilty prisoner all the way more and more further inside the corridor. 

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Next morning -

Mumbai, Kulkarni Villa :

A hefty woman adjusted her saree with the pin attaching it to the blouse portion of the shoulder. She had a thick braid and deep dark eyes. She applied the sindoor on her forehead and adjusted her mangalsutra. Overall, she was a admirable volumptous mature woman who radiated modernity and tradition both! Her nose ring and a decent amount of jewellery made her the typical ravishing traditional Maratha housewife.

She was Mrs Prajakta Kulkarni, mother of Daksh and Harsh.




Prajakta was specially dressed in a beautiful saree because she was not only a mother, but a proud mother! Her son Daksh recently had won the 'Money and Muscles' award and has been given the very first priority in choosing a soulmate from the MSMA (Macho Squad Matrimonial Association). She entered the room to see men from the media with a smiling Reema aunty who sat in the middle on a lavish sofa. She felt privileged to fly to Mumbai from Delhi, just to interview Mrs Kulkarni.

"Mrs Kulkarni! Welcome!" Reema cooed politely. Prajakta didn't smile or showed any joy. Rather she sat on her sofa like a stern lioness. Her hefty figure oozing with a mesmerizing confidence and ofcoarse she also had the aroma of wealth and power in herself as well.

This was actually a Live show and once the camera soon got ready, it focussed on Reema's face and she began atlast!

"Hi! This is Reema Saigal! Reema aunty for all of you our there!  Today, I had the pleasure of entering the Kulkarni Villa to meet the proud mother of Daksh Kulkarni! Yes, the hunk who won the award recently. 

Now the camera focussed on a panning loop from Reema to Prajakta, depending on who spoke. Reema began her questions atlast...

Mrs Kulkarni, such a pleasure for a mother to have a hunk of a son who is so established and is also eligible for marriage! What kind of a bahu do you seek?

Simple. A beautiful traditional housewife who will be subservient to my son. I do not care if she is a Maharashtrian or a non-Maharashtrian, as long as she blends into my household well. She must also be fluid with the feudal setup in my house!

Feudal setup? Can you elaborate Mrs Kulkarni?

Ofcoarse. You see just like I am very obedient to my husband. My bahus should be equally obedient and submissive to my sons. They will not protest to any feudal activity and behave like pampered girls! I still do primitive activities for my husband like washing his feet and allowing him to walk ahead of me. Because I respect Patriarchy and also, I believe the wives should be effeminate, demure and submissive to their men by nature.

Hmmmmm interesting! I feel like I stepped inside a very highly traditional house. Wow! I must say even your saree is giving you a highly traditional Maratha outlook! 

Yes, I believe the saree is a strictly traditional attire for a woman. When my bahus come to my house, they should resemble a younger version of me. If she is a Marathi, then it is fine. If Daksh or Harsh finds someone from outside Maharashtra, it will be their sole duty to learn the language and even capture the right accent and behave like a traditional marathi wife all around! 

Very interesting. This whole idea of a non-Maharashtrian girl entering your house can be very fascinating. I wonder what the girl will feel like. I mean, India is diverse afterall. It won't be easy to adapt a new culture all of a sudden! Right Mrs Kulkarni?

I agree, but like I said, the girl chosen by my son or sons shall be bound to follow the rules of the house and treat my sons like their gods. They will strictly be only involved in household activities and serve my sons whenever needed. I believe the tradition should maintain and therefore feudalism is important in my house. It's my husband and my sons who are the kings and the decision makers, while me and my bahus are bound to follow our men!

"Our men"! Heehe... impressive way to put it! I can only hope that Daksh gets the best woman, and so does Harsh! By the way, where is your younger son? Is he here in Mumbai?

No. He is in the U.S at the moment. He is completing his MBA and will probably join us soon. Recently he won a good rank in the Asian Bodybuilding Section over there and I feel proud yet once again! He and Daksh are my two darlings and I am sure I will get the best bahus for my two worthy sons. 

Very nice. I am sure Harsh will be in my Matrimonial site soon too! Afterall he must be an equally handsome hunk like his elder brother! One last question and this is a highly important one. Recently in the 'Money and Muscles' competition, the judges had asked Daksh about his opinion on the Bobby women and he confidently stated that he and his brother, both are okay to welcome such a woman into their family. What is your personal opinion on this?

Miss Reema, I am by no means, a prudish and a backward woman. I have been a student of Humanity and Evolutionary Science on my younger days. I completely support the Bobbyfication and it's my firm belief that the government has taken a reasonable decision to balance the ratio of men and women! 

I could have taken a profession and be a self dependent individual woman! But I chose not to. Because I firmly support Patriarchy and it is my firm belief that the world should be binary. It should be the men with strong robust bodies who take care of us demure feminine women! And that is why I support the Bobby agencies because they are making the world a binary place. 

So to now precisely answer your question, if tomorrow a Bobbyfied woman were to walk into my house, I will certainly welcome her and it will be the girl's good fortune to be the wife of my son! 

Okay, Mrs Kulkarni, that will be all. I must say the answers were very satisfactory and I now look forward to find Daksh a good traditional bahu! Thank you for the interview once again!

Prajakta Kulkani smiled in response and did a traditional namaste to the audience through the camera, before leaving the camera space. Reema aunty rushed to her car once the men were done with the camera packing and all and got back to their cars and vans, ready for leave. No sooner did Prajakta settle on her car seat, her phone buzzed!

BUZZZZZZZZZ!

The typical Email buzz made Reena wonder and the moment she looked into her phone. To her amazement, she realised it was the reply from the agency to the offers she had made. 

Crossing her fingers, Reema clicked on the email and she was pleasantly overjoyed to read the positive response!

The message read -

Miss Saigal, thank you for the proposals. The agency is pleased to inform you that they have accepted the offer you have proposed in order to fill in the further void and to make sure that the ratio is even more balanced. We are happy to inform you that the points put forth by you are very logical and the agency has accepted them! 

You may please go ahead and fill in the details of the women who would suit the two categories respectively. 

Reema was happy and she sighed with a joyous spark on her face. She was confident that Category W and Category D will bring in more women in the list for being prospects to the Macho Squad!

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Kolkata, Bobby Prison :

Debojit was brought into a room atlast which seemed like a fictional cell and he wondered if the place was a medical agency or a Prison ward! 

He barely slept inside a cozy cell the whole night, but his plight didn't make him feel any further sleepy. His heart kept beating faster and faster and he just couldn't help but sit on his seat calm because his hands were clasped with metal bars. 

"Oh God.... where did I get into?? Why did Palo do this to me?"

Suddenly the intercom voiced up, surprising Debojit!

Attention! Dr Gupta will join you shortly! 

Attention! Dr Gupta will join you shortly!

After repeating once more, the intercom stopped and from somewhere afar, the sound of someone walking his way could be heard. The sound resembled the typical noise that usually came from very pointed high heels of a lady!

Debojit felt awful being in a handcuffed chair and that too inside a strange looking room. However just then the digitalised door opposite to him opened up and a figure walked in. The future soon entered the light area and eventually stepped into the arena where Debojit sat. The flabbergasted man looked up to see a stunningly figured woman in a surgical uniform. Her face had the mask, but her beautiful eyes remained exposed. 

"Hello Mr Debojit Bhattacharya, I am Dr Aakriti Gupta. Welcome to my humble home!" The lady cooed as she sat opposite to Debojit.




Despite having a surgical gown like attire, Dr Gupta had a sizzling aura about her and her voice seemed like an ASMR recording! Soothing to the ears and somehow Debojit felt a bit comfortable for that very reason.

"Dr Gupta! Please....I don't want to undergo all this!!!! Urgh! Atleast let my hands free. I am not feeling good at all!!"

And then the ASMR voice of Dr Gupta began like a soothing therapy...

"Shhhh relax Mr Bhattacharya. No, let me call you Debojit. Hmmmmmm nice name! Let me first compliment you with sheer honesty! You have a charming beautiful face! You have beautiful eyes and the fair skin is so radiant"

Debojit remained silent. Was this how a doctor was supposed to compliment?? Was this normal?? Then he felt Dr Gupta increase the AC temperature and she then crossed her legs and looked at him again. Her long white nails tapping on the metalic seat handles next to her chair. The tapping sound seemed like a part of her therapy and Debojit felt calmness instead of agitation, surprisingly!

"Debojit, treat me like a friend. I want to hold your hand and show you the alternate possibility of life! Forget the awful life as a male body! Honey, allow me to show you the world of supreme feminine delights! 

Debojit enjoyed the AC and the soothing voice of Dr Gupta for sure. But the words felt awful to him! It seemed like a negative Brainwashing already and he again protested ..

"No doctor! Please.....I.... ccan't surrender myself to a new body or gender all of a sudden!!! Nn..noo wwaayy....I am born a male and have a male identity for god's sake!!!! Pl.. lease...this is.... Wrong!!!!!!"

Dr Gupta sighed and crossed the other leg, sitting calmly. She ignored the pleas from Debojit and continued her own thebangutic words.....

"Debojit, they say that some are born as a male but feel the urge to be in a new body! Infact even Jain Mythology speaks a lot about these things! But then, let's not get into the details. Your wife is dissatisfied by you for a reason and I need not point it out for you!"

Debojit angrily spat...

"Dr Gupta!!!!! Me and my wife could have sorted this out amongst ourselves!!! You have no idea how betrayed I feel!! I am loosing faith in humanity!!"

Dr Gupta calms her subject down again....

"And I am suggesting the opposite! There is no need to loose faith in humanity!' I promise I will give you a rebirth and help you rediscover yourself! Such a charming beautiful man like you seems to be unfairly trapped in a male universe! Perhaps god has reconsidered and has sent me for you!"

Debojit felt awful. He now fought the urge to...

Cry?

No! Debojit resisted. No way could he cry in front of a stranger and that too a lady!

He remembered a similar plight when Anima has humiliated him at the hotel in Siliguri. But at that time, he had somehow fought the urge to let tears drop from his eyes. But he was not familiar with Dr Gupta yet and the horrors were yet to emerge!

"It's alright Debojit. Cry! Go on...cry for me. Let those cheeks be clammy and wet with tears! My heart assures me that your beautiful face will not loose even a tiny bit of charm or beauty from the tears alone. Go on......cry for me Debojit! Don't resist the feminine urge within you! Let it go..........cry....... cry for me!"

Dr Gupta tapped her nails on the chair handle once more, waiting and realising that Debojit was now sniffing, blowing his nose. The feminine Brainwashing already felt awful and added to that the fact that his wife divorced him and that too for his inability to satisfy her, was enough to make him cry aloud!

"Dr Gupta sniffff sniffff I...sniff.... don't want to....sniff... loose my male...sniffff identity.... please...sniff release me!"

A drop of tear escaped Debojit's eye and this realisation that he was about to cry and mourn like a woman made his already small dick shrink more somehow! He felt his balls reduce to a size of gbangs and his heart began beating faster as he again fought the urge. But Dr Gupta was determined! She showered her sarcasm on her under the disguise of professional therapy, which she always did with subjects like Debojit.

"Debojit! You behave like petulant child!!! I am sorry to say, but this what I feel! You are not at all guilty of not satisfying your wife and not being masculine enough! Rather, you are arguing with me on useless grounds! You apparently have a very small package down there, you don't even remotely resemble a strong masculine man and you are even on the verge of tears! Look at your clammy cheeks!!! No sooner would you resemble a normal woman crying on the most minor of issues!"

Debojit felt even more miserable! He felt his tears build up like a dam ready to burst out a flood of water! He wanted to band his fists on the metalic handles of his chair, but his cuffed hands wouldn't allow so! He rather shouted....

"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!! I SAID PLEASE.....PLEASE SPARE ME!!!!!!"

Dr Gupta realised her subject getting furious and therefore she stood up and quickly injected something into the arm of Debojit. The furious man finally calmed down and slowly closed his eyes. Dr Gupta immediately summoned for two ward men who took Debojit away with them to another isolated room, for him to take a small nap.

In the meantime, Dr Gupta took out her tab and marked the next session with Debojit. The session which normally made the meeker men hate her!

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California, USA :

A man was furiously pumping dumbbells and that too in a totally sweaty condition. He grunted and groaned as he pumped the iron bars. His muscles were impressive, to say the least and his brown skin shone with his sweat, like an Indian Pehelwan! 

He was none other than Daksh's younger brother Harsh Kulkarni! He resembled his older brother a lot, with the exception of having a clean shaved face.



In his free time Harsh usually hit the gym and the rest other time, he focussed on his MBA studies, so that he could join his father and elder brother after getting back to India. 

However! 

His life had just one tiny grief! The almost nill association with women in general! 

The pandemic had affected USA pretty badly too and therefore very few to almost zilch females were there around him in the whole university. Bur Harsh barely had a thing for foreign females in general. He rather yearned for a traditional saree clad female, perhaps someone who would be attired just like his mother, who was the only close reference to a female during his childhood days.

Infact just like his elder brother Daksh, a shadowy woman always clanked her bangles to tease him in his dreams. The sway of her saree clad movements beckoned him to get closer to her and grasp her and perhaps even become buck naked with her untill he ravished her, bit her on various areas like the neck, shoulders and back! His firm hands yearned to grasp her belly and probe her navel! 

Harsh wasn't ignorant by any means. He was familiar with the Bobbyfied women and he had come across many American Bobbys himself, but deep in his heart, he wanted to mate with an Indian traditional woman! Be it a Bobby or a Non-Bobby. The muscular hunk added some more bars and began pumping in the sheer hope of pumping in and out of his future wife in all poses possible! 

The muscled Maratha hunk was also aware of the monster he had inbetween his legs and it throbbed wildly whenever he would be awakened from his alluring dreams consisting of the mystery shadowy woman he was destined to be with! Harsh would even masturbate often and spit out gallons of white potent seed, but the seed didn't have a beautiful destination! A warm moist vaginal entrance! Which he yearned for.

Harsh shoved the dumbbells aside and lit a cigarette. He took puffs in the memory of how he would run naked after the sounds of the bangles and the anklets in his dreams and the more he ran the more his angry eager monster cock would swing like a pendulum. He would be angry throughout the dream. He was desperate to catch this woman and grab her deep into a forest or something and make wild love to her! 

"Hmmmmmphhh!!" Harsh sighed as he left for his shower after getting all sweaty from his gym sessions. The man stepped inside the shower and applied soap on his mighty pecs and as he did so, he recollected some more instances from his typical dreams. 

The memories involved shaking of the hips from the imaginary fair woman while one of her palms calling him in a teasy manner. Her long cascading hair blowing off with the wind and it was rich and lustrous in texture and not to mention, long and thick! 

Harsh would run after her and she would run too! 

Harsh now soaped around his cock as he remembered the sway of the buttocks within the saree as the imaginary girl ran ahead of him. He forgot the soap and now began to grab his lathery cock with his fist and begin to stirr and shake it in all the sequences in his dream!

Moments after moments passed and Harsh didn't emit yet. He rather kept masturbating himself like an aggressive piston. The shower made sure his cock glided well against his rugged palm and it took a few more moments before he finally erupted his creamy discharge! 

"Aah!" Harsh sighed as he now relaxed after his cock let out thick creamy drops one after the other which joined the lather spread on the tiles. He was now eager to return to India and settle as soon as possible, and hopefully find a traditional beauty just like his mother. 

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Kolkata, Debojit's house :

Pallavi roamed around the balcony listening to some romantic Tagore music. The songs reminded her of the light sweet moments when Debojit would take her to coffee house or a cafe and recite poetries to her and the more she would see his eyes, his lips reciting those poems, the more her heart would ache with romance and affection for him.

Pallavi knew she had made an awful dicision and she also knew that Debojit is feeling miserable at the moment. However, it were her experiences that made her feel that she needed to do whatever she did and somehow the furious sexual woman inside her made her do so. Also, her association with Anima and Shohini also made her realise that she deserved better in terms of sexual pleasure. But ofcourse, she felt some goosebumps when she considered remarriage! 

"What will be my next partner be like?"

"Will he recite poems of Tagore to me like Debu?" 

"Will he be as beautiful or fair as him?....a bit darker perhaps? Uhmmm some good amount of muscles too maybe?"

Pallavi bit her lip and saw her own fair hands with pink manicure. She always admired them on her husband's fair hands, but typically being a fair skinned Bengali, she also had loathed darker skinned men for some reason. She infact had several things going on in her mind for a simple reason! 

It was because of a sudden unexpected dream she had last night....

Pallavi's Dream (POV) :

I held Debu's hand on mine as we walked at a nearby garden. His beautiful eyes blinked and his lips opened to sing me several romantic songs from Tagore to Arindam Chatterjee! He always had a soothing voice just like his mother. His hands never had the rugged manly grasp, but somehow I felt warmth from his soft touch. He would appreciate my eyes, my lips, my rosebud cheeks and the mangalsutra he had tied on my neck. 

I place my head on his shoulder as we walk ahead. The sounds of Tagore music and the typical Durga puja dholaks with the smell of some typical bangla dishes surrounding me and Debu. We were the sweet Bong couple in the eyes of the world. Debu was never aggressive with me. He was not a sex maniac or a hard worker on bed, but his presence was that of a charming sweet man. His love for poetry and songs melted my heart and drew him towards him. I didn't even bother to put him on a scale with some of the manly men I knew in life. It didn't matter as much.

But as we walked ahead, a mist surrounded us. Then it became denser and denser.....

I gasped!

Debu did too!

The mist expanded and expanded!

I felt my hand leave Debu's as an unknown force pulled me inside the mist! I gasped loud for Debu to grab me but he gasped too as he got pulled away from me!

Just then I immersed more and more inside the fog! I gasped aloud but I couldn't hear my own voice! The sounds of Tagore music and the Durga Puja dholaks slowly faded away from my ears and a whole new sound replaced all of them! 

A whole new sound! A sound I was not familiar with! 

It too was a Dholak sound, but it sounded nouvelle to me! The combination of that dholak sound soon joined in with another sound...

The fierce running of a horse!

I looked ahead to see the sound of the horse coming towards me without a doubt! I looked further and noticed a shadowy figure riding a horse. A strange smell hit my nose. A very deep masculine aroma! 

I stood silent as the horseman came near and near, but the mist didn't allow me to see him clearly. But my skin pores trembled with a shameless latent lust when I felt that the man has a darker skin tone and a big masculine stature too! He slowly walked towards me and even the horse looked deep into my eyes!

I felt like I was freezed when the man suddenly said something to me in a language I wasn't even remotely familiar with! It wasn't Bengali by any chance! Rather the tonality was so different that it gave me some strange chills. I tried to see him through the mist but I couldn't! 

And then the very next moment...

He forwarded a hand and felt my cheeks. I noticed he had a rugged palm of a darker tone contrasting mine and somehow I didn't protest when his fingers felt my cheeks and then my nose and ultimately my lips. His thick thumb alone kept playing with my petal like lips and I stood there as if I was okay with it, infact his touches made me emit inaudible moans

However, just then the very same palm had the audacity to move a step further! The rugged fingers grabbed my mangalsutra and yanked it off so hard that the string tore apart with each bead falling down!

I gasped loud.....

But then ofcourse the dream had gone away!

Pallavi remembered this dream and looked down to see that she still had Debojit's mangalsutra around her neck! She was a  free single woman now, but strangely a soft part of her still hesitated to take the martial locket out of her neck. 

Pallavi sighed and then sniffed a delicious aroma...

"Is mamuni cooking some Pabda fish? Hmmmm" 

Pallavi rushed out of the balcony to clear her doubts.

[Mintu08]

Be tuned!

[Losliyafan]

Superb update.
She could have poisoned and killed debu instead of pushing him to this.

[masud93]

বড়ই না-ইনসাফি হল,, so sad for debo

[Rangushki]

I thought divorce would solve. But, arresting debo and bobbyfication is difficult to swallow. Surprising that his mom did not get much affected. Palo never consulted a doctor to see if anything can be done before taking this decision. unless she sleep with someone she cannot decide her next partner. who is that vishaal or harsh or many? Will harsh become man of this house now.

[Yesudoss]

Awesome updates

[NovelNavel]

Excellent narration.

[Deepak Sanjeev]

If Debo is not arrested. He will marry another girl and spoil her life too. Good decision.

[Blackdick11]

Debojit is not even leaking a drop of cum from his tiny penis, while Daksh and Harsh waste their huge cum by masturbating.

I hope Reema Aunty helps them find their perfect match

[Mampi]

nice update , one of my favourite story

[Mintu08]

Pleased to see so many readers having a good time! More spices coming up and be tuned for tomorrow!

[Mintu08]

Chapter 14

Pallavi rushed to the kitchen to realise she was right. Promila stirred her spoon on her pan and was cooking a fresh Pabda fish and the smell was irresistible!

"Mamuni...the smell....." Pallavi rushed ahead to notice the clammy cheeks of her sasuma. Undoubtedly the mature widow had shed some tears a while ago, but her body language remained normal as she cooked the fish just like any normal day. 

"Uh ummm bouma...sniff....you like Pabda right?" Promila stirred some more and then allowed the fish to be cooked, while she wiped her forehead off some sweat drops with her pallu. Pallavi felt her heart ache to see the gorgeous face of her mother-in-law so gloomy. But then ofcourse, which mother wouldn't be, specially when the son was immersed in an awful plight like Debojit. 

"Mamuni, sit with me!" 

Promila sat with her bahu and felt her hand being caressed softly. This feeling soothed her a bit and Pallavi cooed softly...

"Mamuni, Debu is not under any sort of life threat! Rather he is being ummmm... how do I say it....unm yes, being transferred to a whole new world!"

"A new world? Oh....you mean to say..." Promila purred softly and then again Pallavi cut her...

"Ummmmm yes mamuni! He is entering our world! You should rather be ready to accept him as a daughter now! Not a son!"

"Eeeeasshhhh amar shona Debu! Ekta me manush? Oh mago!"

(My darling son Debu, about to be a woman now? God ..)

Pallavi felt the moment being too dull and gloomy. Therefore she decided to spice up the atmosphere in a rather mischievous manner. She shifted more close to Promila and cooed...

"Mamuni ummmmm won't Debu look gorgeous as a woman? I atleast think so!! He has your features almost!"

A silence crept in the air and Promila felt a shift from being gloomy to being normal. Her playful mind joined in and shoved aside her gloomy dull mind. She behaved coy and cooed..."umm really bouma you think so?" 

"Dhatt! What mother are you? Denying the beauty of your daughter!!" 

"Dd..daughter?" Promila cooed.

"Yes mamuni! Your daughter Debu! Forget you had a son! Maybe god delayed his actual plans with Debu, maybe he had actually wanted to give you a daughter!! Eesshhhh aha re! Its so unfair for a beautiful face like Debu's to be trapped in a male body! I mean...he there was no way he would give me a baby!....

Orta eto ummm choto...!" (He has a small one!)

The last words shook Promila and made her clench her fist. She went on a superficial mode and cursed her gods for not sending Debojit in a female body by default! She remembered all those incidents when her darling son would be bullied and how he would only indulge in poetry and songs, rather than sports or other aggresive activities.

The sarcastic practical woman inside Promila awakened and she sat straight. She realised Bobbyfication was meant for her weak son and perhaps it was fair that Debojit went through the procedures and come back to a new life overall! 

A fully fertile female life!

But Promila felt guilty too. Her mind full of guilt when her lips opened slowly and cooed..."shotti choto bouma?" (Is it so small?")

"How do I answer it straightaway again mamuni...but sadly yes..." Pallavi didn't showcase sarcasm in her face, rather said it as a matter of factly way. Promila sighed and then touched her bouma's palms, rubbing them in a similar way her's were rubbed at first, pouting....

"Bouma, let me repent! Perhaps Debu was destined to have this fate. I am still his....uhm... I mean her mother! The fact will not change. And you bouma! You are now my daughter! Just like Subo..."

"And Debu.." Pallavi smirked naughtily and Promila sighed again, accepting the reality...."hmmmmm I guess so!"

"Mamuni! Please, now cheer up! A pretty face like you doesn't look good in a gloomy state. Rather! Let's go out for Dinner today!!" 

Pallavi's words sounded more like a saheli request! Promila's heart melted and she agreed...."okay bouma! If you don't mind having an old lady's company!"

"Dhatt old my foot! You can still impress men around you mamuni!!" 

A tiny current runs through Promila's body as she blushes all of a sudden and yet she pouts out..."Dhatt! now come on, help me prepare rest of the lunch!"

Pallavi smiled and accompanied Promila to the kitchen. Just when they both reached and settled on their positions, Promila took a pause and sighed looking down. Precisely at that very moment, Pallavi touches her shoulder and pouts out...

"Mamuni, Debu will be okay. We have no choice but to accept his upcoming new life!"

Promila felt a maturity in Pallavi's tone and therefore she just sheepishly smiled, although wondering deep inside her mind on how would she feel internally when she greets her son back home after his Bobbyfication. As a mother, she just hoped her son would remain mentally strong.

.................

The Bobby Cell :

"Uh....gawd.....my head spins..." Debojit felt as if he woke up from a long long slumber. But the moment he opened his eyes, his head underwent another spin! 

A spin of Shock this time!

"What the hell....where am....I..." Debojit cooed in despair as he looked at himself inside a long cylindrical slab! And even worse, he was buck naked! His small penis shrunk to its lesser size in confusion and fear and his heart beating fast in anxiety. 



"WHERE AM I??? WHAT ON EARTH IS THIS???" 

But the voice proof slab didn't seem to allow his voice to reach the wall spaces of the strange looking lab. Suddenly he could once again hear the sounds of heels. The heels expanded in sound waves untill a figure walked in and Debojit saw it was none other than Dr Gupta, who still had her surgeon outfit.

"Wakey wakey Mr Bhattacharya! Like my setup?" Dr Giupta cooed with a smirk of sarcasm, yet sounded proffesional. 

"Dr Ggupta....ww..what is thiiissss??" Debojit felt his world shake up and down. He felt as if he was in trapped in some multiverse fictional setup, but then his brain convinced him that...

This was all Real!

Just then the slab opened, making Debojit breathe in relief for sometime. But he felt his cheeks flush and his whole body turn red in shame. He was buck naked right infront of a fully dressed female surgeon, who didn't fidget even one bit infront of him. Rather her gloved hands examined his eyes. 

"Hmmmmmmm good to know you slept well! your round big eyes are sparkling bright Debojit!"

"Uh.....stop this please!! I didnt give consent to Bobbyfication!! just because my wife...."

"You really think you are still the husband?" Dr Gupta roamed around Debojit, who was shut brutally by the lady doctor and felt miserable once more. His limp dick still in its shrunk condition from the hostile atmosphere around him.

"I uhh....." Debojit wondered how to intelectually fight with the apparently devilish surgeon, but Dr Gupta had gained enough experience in bobbyfying men like Debojit. She then stood infront of him and paused for sometime. Debojit felt the pause was sort of an indicator for a bigger hurricane coming up further, but somehow he kept silent. 

After a breif pause, Dr Gupta cooed...."Let me decide if you shall be released or not Debojit! and you too shall judge yourself if you are worthy of continuing a life has a husband or not!"

"What the hell does that mmmeaan??" Debojit was agitated. He wondered if this was some sort of a nightmare or not! but just then he shook a bit in surprise when Dr Gupta held his dick on her gloved hand and not only that, but she even began to maul it softly, but in an examination sort of way.

Somehow Debojit felt better. His dick even if at its very average size felt the warmth from the latex gloved hand of Dr Gupta, who then reduced the mauling and grabbed it like a worm about to be examined. Debojit sighed in a potential sexual pleasure sort of way when his dick gained some width on the gloved hand.

"Hmmmmmmmmmm I hesitate to call this a functional masculine penis Debojit! please forgive me!"

Dr Gupta cooed with a giggle she resisted that very moment, but Debojit felt a bit disturbed with her words. He still remained hard but also felt ashamed that the dick didn't grow much wider, rather it remained a prominent average width, while Dr Gupta mauled the entire dick from the foreskin covered head and then down to his small plum like hairless balls.



"See this tiny thing Debojit? is this girth and length enough to satisfy a normal horny woman? do you really think so? If you do, then you are nothing but a deluded fool!"

Dr Gupta's straightforward words striked an imaginary arrow straight through Debojit's fragile ego, but still the warmth of the gloved hand kept him hard. A very inner voice from his heart almost begged the lady doctor to give a handjob atleast because he was striving for sexual stimulation. 

Debojit deep inside wished this was a nightmare and he wished he was back with Pallavi on his arms, brushing her breasts on his chest and nuzzling her cheeks on his, but no!

The reality was something else!

Something Worse!

Unprecedented!

Unusual!

"Dd...doctor....pplleaase...can I atleast..." Debojit's words were cut immediately with a playful slap on his cheek by Dr Gupta, who cooed...

"Hush! surely you don't expect me to blow this tiny teenni weeni thing do you? gosh...I can surely adore it or ummmmmmm tie a ribbon around this pretty thing, but blowing.....surely you are deluded! let me clear your doubts Debojit!"

Debojit felt his dick drop down from Dr Gupta's hand as she spoke softly in her intercom.....

"Hello, This is Dr Gupta. Send Bakhtiar in! Over."

"Whho is Bbakhtiar?" Debojit wondered as he pouted with confusion.

Dr Gupta smiled and her smile was so wide that it made an outline within her mask and she pinched the cheek of Debojit softly like adoring an innocent questian from a small child. Debojit felt irritated by the way his cheek was pinched! He felt humiliated enough to almost feel his own masculinity being stripped off slowly slowly. Seing his enraged confused eyes, Dr Gupta cooed atlast..

"Wait for someitme, you will come to know soon! Untill then....have some water and relax!"

Dr Gupta got the glass up Debojit's lips, who had no option but to slurp because he couldn't hold the glass himself with his metal-clapsed hands!

"Good boy! your mum raised you well I see hmmmmmm!"

Debojit sighed in peace from feeling hyderated, but Dr Gupta's words still stung him within. He wondered what was coming up next because the lady doctor herself was a threat already.

..............................

Mumbai, Kulkarni Villa :

Mrs Kulkarni adored her face after her regular bath and while she wore her sindoor, she felt a breath of hot air on her neck. The robust woman smiled and turned to face her very manly rugged husband who had an amazing build for his age. It wans't a wonder at all that this was the man who fathered sons like Daksh and Harsh.

"Aga! kai paije?" (What do you want?" Mrs Kularni cooed with a potential lust in her voice.

"Tujha tond paije mala! mala tondavar!" (Your mouth on mine!) The bull like man smirked.

"Asa ka? zau diya mala!" (Really? let me go for now!) Mrs Kulkarni resisted, knowing very well that she will fail, because her husband was dominant enough and she knew she had to submit as the demure wife!

Mrs Kulkarni kept adoring her face, when suddenly Mr Kulkarni grabbed her jaw and made her face him! This aggressiveness usually made his wife cream between her legs naturally and then she closed her eyes when her husband mashed his lips against her's. There were so much to this kiss for Mrs Kulkarni as she always loved the feeling of her husband's mustache rubbing on her nosetrils while he almost ate her lips like a hungry predator. 

This wasn't anything new. Husband and wife usually shared a breif intimate moment whenever they got the time and Mr Kulkarni continued the raunchy intimate kiss for atleast 10 minutes straight!

Atlast Mr Kulkarni broke the kiss and cooed...

"Kiti chaan dhisti tu atta pan!" (Still so gorgeous)

"Dhatt.....tumi darvarshi hes sangte mala!! (you say this everyday) Mrs Kulkarni blushed and looked down and then looked up to see where her husband's eyes were glued and she realised that the eyes were naturally glued on her slightly fatty waist. A body part which enticed most men, specially when the portion protruded out of the saree fold in a tempting way.

"Kai karnar tumi atta?" (What will you do now?) Mrs Kulkarni pouted with lust while her husband smirked and cooed back.."Tula maite!" (You know well) and then got a hand down to grab the fatty protruded waist within his fingers and then pinch it firmly.



"Aaah aga baiii!!!" Mrs Kulkarni loved the lusty pinch of her waist and then she moaned once more when her husband pinched the other waist too. A shameless part of her almost wished that she would strip naked and allow her husband to maul and squash her against the wall and attack with his fat pehelwaan penis, but then ofcoarse her husband was all dressed for office and she had to her pooja. 

But, these breif moments not only enticed the couple, but also Daksh, who sneak peeked at his parents during these moments and the more he peeked secretly, the more he yearned for a wife himself! He realised there was hope atlast because his portfolio was posted in the Matrimony atlast and he wondered who was that potential angel of his life, with whom he would enjoy the delights of being the strong potent man he was.

Even today, Dash peeked at his mother and father share breif intimate moments and when Mr Kulkarni was done, he knotted his tie again and called out for his son....

"Aye Daksh, stala! ver zala!" (C'mmon son, its time)

Daksh followed his father like the obideint son and Prajakta smiled. She smiled because she was sure her son usually peeked at her and his father and it was normal because it wasn't  a wonder that her masculine strong son was longing for a wife and she was sure the matrimony would choose a worthy female for not only Daksh, but also for her younger son Harsh.

........................

The Bobby Cell :

Debojit sensed a storm coming up and he was already humiliated enough in his point of view, but he didn't have the slightest prediction of what was coming up. His dick was back to its flaccid state, but somehow remained firm specially when his male mind studied the figure of Dr Gupta, who would be called reasonably sexy and just when Debojit was having a breif pleasent time in peace....

A door opened!

Deep mist followed and when the mist ended a hefty builder man walked ahead and he was a sheer muscular man wearing a mask! 

Dr Gupta laid her eyes on her and cooed...."Ah there you are Bakhtiar! come over here!"



The masked muscled hunk walked and Debojit found this setup so surreal that he felt as if he was witnessing some Marvel or DC pheomena around him. But the ground reality embarrased him even more when the masked man stood precisely opposite him and now Dr Gupta stood in the middle, between the fully naked Debojit and the Masked man who still had his breifs on and that too with an apparent lump in it.

"Debojit, meet Bakhtiar, but don't just look at him like he is some muscled freak! dont worry dear, you won't be beaten up by him or anything that sort! let's be real! He is here to prove why you are being Bobbyfied!"

"Uhmmm..... I am not quite getting you!!! I am so lost....wh...why did you bring him here??" 

Debojit felt too intimitated by the muscled man opposite him and although the mask didn't show the face, the alpha body stood straight like a soldier and Debojit felt far more embarrased being naked infront of this unknown man. His heart beating with unknown fears and just then his chin was held up by the gloved hand of Dr Gupta. 

The surgeon had beautiful intense eyes which drew Debojit naturally towards her. She guarded him in a way that his focus shifted away from the masked hunk opposite him and rather just focussed on the gorgeous surgeon's face close to his.

"How clueless you are Debojit! very typical of beta males like you. I can feel your heart beat fast! your beauiful round eyes about to tear up maybe soon hmm? and that pathetic thing you have down there might shrink even more in fear? right? answer me sweetie!"

Dr Gupta suddenly turned a sadistic seductress as she toyed with Debojit's lips, cheeks, jaws, soothing the confused yet terrified man who then cooed...

"I.......I don't know how to answ...err..."

"Yes or No! answer me honestly! Never lie to your doctor!" Dr Gupta cooed with a naughty-evil-seductive aura. The way she ran her fingers on the facial features, made Debojit relax a bit and become automatically honest with her. He sighed and closed his eyes murmuring..."Y..yess...."

"Good! now let's have some fun honey!" Dr Gupta stepped back and looked at both Debojit and the masked man. A  tension grew in the air and while the masked man stood still grunting silently, it was Debojit who wondered what was coming up. Just then, Dr Gupta did something which not only seemed unproffesional, but also crude and absolutely unexpected!

With a sexy blink, the proffesional surgeon unzipped her front portion of the gown which exposed two round tempting breasts!



Debojit widened his eyes! He was shocked at the crude act of the respected surgeon lady. Dr Gupta cupped her own breasts and mauled it, eyeing both Debojit and the masked man. The atmosphere soothed a bit and Debojit felt the blood surge downwards once more towards his very limp dick! On the other hand, it was the masked man whose lump grew fatter by now.

"Like what you see Debojit? mmmmmmmmm?" Dr Gupta thrusted her breasts towards him, just him this time! Debojit's cock rose up decently well by now and his eyes were sore for further entertainment from the surgeon. The lady now held his tiny penis once more and cooed....

"Aww look at this teenee weenee rising up to greet my breasts! but ummmmm I don't see much of an arousal..or oh! is it this much only?"

Dr Gupta used a sarcastic tone which sent dark shivers through Debojit's body and he wished he could slap the lady and even strangle her neck! Her words were no less than a sharp whip, but the worst was yet to come!

"Is this even worth admiring Debojit? I don't think so......I pity your wife!! umm sorry Ex-wife I mean!" Dr Gupta kept her breasts bare and now turned to the masked man who apparently had his eyes on her breasts. She walked to him and began running her gloved hand from his thick neck to down to his pecs and then down to his strong abs. She even circled the abs and looked at Debojit, who felt humiliated once more, but Dr Gupta had further wicked plans for the moment!"

"Touch your penis Debojit!"

"Uh hu...whhaat?"

"Touch it! you are still aroused!! admit it that the man next to me is the macho alpha every woman craves for! ummmmm oh yes, wait a sec! I totally forgot dear!"

Dr Gupta gave a tiny wink and caught hold of the waistband of the masked man. A sudden current passed through Debojit when he realised what was about to happen next! More like what was about to be shown next!

"Now observe carefully what comes out! sweetie, let me break your delludry bubbles!" 

Dr Gupta without a single hesitation yanked the waistband of the masked man and then what popped out made Debojit melt in extreme embarrasment and he looked the other side in shame! His brain still not able to gather the terror of the situation he was in. There was no way he could look front now because the masked man had his angry horny thick cock yanked out and Dr Gupta did feel easily moistened up just looking at it.

The respected surgeon had unleashed a whole new sluttish version of herself right in the lab itself!

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm see that penis Debojit? now that's a penis worth respect and adoration. Hmmmmm it has this musky aroma too. So manly! the masculine aroma and the girth that women actually crave for! even if she is this sweet Gauri types. Unfortunately, you don't come in this category Debojit!" 

Debojit didn't look further. He was ashamed and humiliated enough by the lady surgeon who now behaved like a whore for the masked man, but he didn't know that this was her personal perk while she performed the 'Humiliation' round for the potentially Bobbyfied men. This wasn't the first she was doing it and certainly not the first time her thighs had moinstened with leaky juices, but somehow Dr Gupta always fought the urge to rub her clammy thighs within or inside her surgeon gown.

"Look here Debojit! I command you!!!" Dr Gupta kneeled down and looked up at the terrified man who resisted.

Debojit remained silent!

"I won't repeat myself Debojit!!!"

Still the bong man remained silent and Dr Gupta hissed..."very well" and took out a remote to press a specefic button. The button unleashed a series of minor currents which made Debojit squeal in pain...."Urrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh bbbitttchhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Mind your language Mr Bhattacharjee! I am doing everything with consent from the law and if you interrupt, you could be severely punished!"

Humiliated and defeated, Debojit looked front to see the proffesional doctor kneeled down and now mauling the monster cock next to her very softly. Just then she used the other hand to hold his penis too, almost making him shiver, but gladly his average cock gained some width on her gloved hand.

"Hmmmmmmmm now both of you....grab my breasts, one for each!" Dr Gupta's words seemed surreal, but Debojit needed some male oxygen to breathe in. The mauling of the gloved hand on his dick did something to him and he forwarded a trembling hand down to grasp the open naked breast of Dr Gupta, wile the masked man groped the other breast, almost squeezing the orb in just one grasp.

"Oh! That grasp and hmmmmmpphh this grasp! Mr Bhattacharya, maul me propperly! I can barely feel a grasp!!!" cooed the sarcastic Dr Gupta.

Debojit took this oppurtunity to prove that he was still a man and therefore he went all game! He made sure he mauled the breast, not for his own sexual pleasure, but to prove his existing masculinity and moreovever he felt a strange relaxation from the handjob Dr Gupta was giving him. On the other hand, the masked man's cock made a spongy sound as he was masturbated by the othe gloved hand of the lust filled surgeon. 

Debojit felt this was surreal for a proffesional medical test, but he was swimming in a trance of sexual pleasures from the handjob, but he felt a quick shiver when Dr Gupta paced her masturbation on his small thing. 

"Uhhh dddoctroorrrrr slloowww ittt pplleaaaseeeee!!!" Debojit cooed, afraid he would spill his beans quick, but the lady didn't stop. She rather maintained same pace for both the men on her either side. Within moments, the turth showed up!

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahahhhh!"

Debojit's small penis spewed lime like minor amount of watery semen which was at most, two average ejaculations that landed on his own naked thighs, not leaping up any further. He felt awful! here he was already done with his ejacuation while the masked man only grew fatter and didn't spew a single shot yet. Dr Gupta emphathised with the bengali man and cooed....

"Its okay honey, now kindly witness what a woman expects from a manly penis. Just look over here sweetie!"

With failure inside his mind and embarrasment within his body, Debojit looked in disgust at the stranger man's rock hard cock being masturbated by a proffesional doctor and moments after moments passed, but the masked man remained calm, rather grunted slowly as he was masturbated.

"Ah...hmmmmmmm I feel some churning down on his dark hairy balls...oh! wait and watch what you are incapable of giving Debojit!"

Debojit's shrunk penis and his face had the same plight! both looked down in defeat and shame. However in the next few moments, the masked man grunted loud and shot his seeds atlast!

Thick Creamy Potent Ejaculations luckily didn't hit the naked eye of Dr Gupta, rather it splattered on her surgical mask and the covered head portion!

"Thank you Bakhtiyar, you are dismissed now!" Dr Gupta cooed and the masked man took a leave, clearly sattisfied with his orgasm. On the othe hand, taking a cloth, Dr Gupta wiped the semen off her mask and sprayed herself, while taking a pad and a paper on it. A tired Debojit saw her writting something on it and then she walked towards him again.

"Sign here sweetie!" Dr Gupta cooed and Debojit was handed a pen. His eyes opened wide in shock of the statement writted on the paper...

______________________

Patient Name - Debojit Bhattacharya

Age - 28

Stage - Pre-Bobbyfication

_____________________

This is to clarify that my patient Mr Bhattacharya has undergone the 'PENIS COMPARISON' test and has failed to convince me of his manliness or any remote masculine trait! He is now undoubtedly ready for Bobbyfication as per the Law.

Assighned Doctor - Dr Akriti Gupta 

_________________

"Debojit realised the law was strict and therefore he didn't create a scene. With a defeated sigh, he signed the document approving of the further operations on him by Dr Gupta, who had a smirk as she cooed...

"Good. Now take some rest and we shall greet each other in the Operation Room soon!"

A dark hellish current passed Debojit's soul as he heard the words. He wondered where would the nightmare end.

[Mintu08]

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