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

[Mintu08]

Chapter 20

Debosree noticed the male photographer who took Pallavi inside his assigned room, while the man next to him held her shoulder just lightly, which still shook her and she pouted out of discomfort....

"I uh I can walk my own way!!"

"Uhmmm well, sorry, I was just escorting you to the room!" The man cooed and gave Debosree the space to walk inside and he followed her. 

Debosree walked inside very slowly and noticed the spotlights focussing on him in the semi-darkened room. The photographer then gestured with his hand to show her where to stand and she noticed the spotlight on a red curtained wall. 

"Go on! and kindly allow me to show you the right poses!" 

The photographer smirked and the fact was that his eyes never left Debosree's bosom, even though it was wrapped well within a simple tshirt. Debosree noticed it and cooed in his mind....

"Idiot! Had I been a male, I would have wacked the ass out of him!!!!"

The man set the lights and then stood precisely infront of Debosree and there was a slight wicked pause. The tshirt being a V-neck presented a good amount of cleavage and Debosree felt very awful with the way his eyes scanned her cleavage. She almost had prepared a mind to punch his face, but then also felt some unknown signals from the stare of the man.

"Urrghhh what signals are these?? Yuckk the way he is looking at me!!!" 

Debosree cooed inside her male mind and then the man held her chin all of a sudden. The touch of male fingers under the chin aroused a tiny signal inside the Bobby and she hated to admit some tiny pangs once more inside her body.

"Uhmmm yes, just keep your face upfront and held your hand on your waist, while the other hand on your upper thigh!"

The man posed and showed Debosree the way he wanted and she somehow did, because violating the rules would allow the system to take steps against her and therefore she complied.

Debosree did as he said and felt a bit odd in thrusting her breasts out in a sort of proud way through her tshirt, while keeping the face straight up, while one hand on the hip and the other calmly placed on the upper thigh. 

"Good!" The man clicked and then stepped ahead to stand front of the still-annoyed Bobby.

"Hmmmmmmm, don't mind if I say this, but you have good assets! Good shape indeed!" The man smirked, clearly with the intention to flirt and Debosree again felt a tiny adrenaline rush when she clearly studied his eyes glued to her breasts and she knew what the 'assets' were according to him.

"But why the stirrings inside me? urghhhhh am I feeling womanly inside too now?" 

Debosree cooed with quite a lot of discomfort deep inside his mind and in the meantime, the man held his hand straightaway.

"Heeyyy whaa...." Debosree protested and felt some tension when the man held her hand and stared deep into her eyes. Finally, he cooed...

"Just relax! I have handled enough females and Bobbys and I can handle you too well! Just comply or else I will be obliged to report to Miss Saigal!"

Debosree shook a bit and nodded slowly and allowed the man to have his way. He held her hand and then lifted her whole arm up and then advised her....

"Raise the other hand up too and look up closing your eyes. Showcase your well-formed assets!"

Pouting so, the man lifted the other arm too and advised Debosree again to remain like that. She tried hard to comply and dropped a bead of sweat when he again shot the picture and clearly her pose allowed no guard on her breasts. Overall the globes remained in the tshirt, thrusted out as if inviting a man to grasp and maul them.

"The globes are so damn perfect!! Lucky is the bastard who will get his hands on her!" 

The male photographer cooed in his mind and clicked three different angles of the same pose of Debosree.

By the time, this shoot was done, Debosree dropped quite some beads of sweat from her forehead and the man then had a call on his phone all of a sudden. He excused himself, allowing Debosree to breathe free and sigh in peace. Although her mind hating to think of her ex-wife Pallavi with her own male photographer in the other room.

On the other side :

Pallavi gladly studied the male gaze of her photographer. Her soul excited to be wickedly yearning for his attention somehow because its been a while she was divorced from her husband and now any remote male attention sort of aroused her.

The man did the same perticular poses with Pallavi which was done with Debosree in the other room. The only difference being that Pallavi shamelessly enjoyed his touches and added to this slight physical contact, were his constant praises...

"All poses look good on your Pallavi! I must say! umm is it possible to show me some...." 

Pallavi understood his thoughts and she cooed with a bite on the lower lip...."Hmmmm cleavage?"

The man smiled and stepped closer to pout a flirty "Yes!"

Pallavi smiled and did some more additional poses where she would...

Look front and hold one hand on her exposed waist.

Lay down on the studio sofa and rest her head on her elbow, looking up lustily.

The last one being, laying down on her back and looking up towards the camera.

In all these above three poses, one thing remained similar..

A good amount of cleavage exposed!

"Wow Pallavi!! just wow! Terrific!!!" 

The man helped Pallavi get up on her feet again, only to again gaze deep into her still exposed cleavage. Pallavi too realised it and assembled her pallu, but very slowly as if she found some latent sensual mischief in the act. 

"Umm thanks. Is ummm Debosree done too?" Pallavi wondered about her ex-husband and smirked, wondering his experience with a male photographer.

"I am sure she is done! Unless she too gave some additional poses!"

Both Pallavi and the man giggled and Pallavi's eyes very randomly went on the bicep bulge of the man. It wasn't too bulging, but surely he seemed manlier for sure, compared to what her husband was. A deep voice in her allowed her to compliment the photographer all of a sudden...

"Nice ones!" 

"Well umm sorry?" The man packed up his cameras and looked at Pallavi's puppy eyes.

"Ah uhmm I mean your biceps!" Pallavi strangely felt the yearning to flirt with the cute hunk photographer for a bit and then raised an eyebrow when the man laughed out all of a sudden.

"Sorry, umm what is so funny?" Pallavi enquired. 

"Uh nothing Pallavi! it's just that........I hope you have seen the prospect males right?"

Pallavi recollected the magazine of the macho men and with a small quiver between her legs, she nodded..."Mmmhmmm I do.... so?"

"Surely you are expecting much more I am sure! the men have even bigger bicep bulges! ummm they say the man who won the competition has 17 or so!"

Pallavi's eyes rounded and her breasts heaved inside her blouse. She gasped..."17 inches of Bicep bulges?"

"Yup!" The photographer cooed smiling, noticing the lost expression of the clearly aroused Pallavi.

When Pallavi left the studio with the man, she noticed Debosree already sitting next to her mother, but with an ashamed and gloomy expression. But despite the gloomy aura, her glossy lips and her pouty face looked gorgeous to Pallavi.

"Never knew Debu would transform into such a beautiful woman oh my!" 

"The pictures are wonderful Mrs Bhattacharya! I shall let you know soon on the progress!" Reema aunty smiled and shook hands with the matronly widow, who smiled too and then looked at both Pallavi and Debosree, pouting....

"I just hope my girls get their respective Princes!"

Reema aunty noticed two different expressions. On one hand where Pallavi blushed with arousal, on the other. Debosree cringed and the cringe was eating her up now. But then she looked down and gasped in more sadness seeing her feminine figure. 

"I am sure your daughters will get the right MAN!" Reema aunty smirked and when the three left, she cooed in her mind....

"I wonder what Promila will have to say when she finds out that her damaads are not Bong! hehe"

When the three stepped out, Promila's eyes accidently reached the poster of Daksh Kulkarni, posing as a typical macho man. His slightly oily dark toned skin kind of made Promila pout out softly to herself...

"Uff these are groom prospects or bodybuilders? such pehelwaan like bodies, I hope Reema finds normal men!"

But Debosree and Pallavi saw it too and while Pallavi looked at the bicep bulge with utmost lust, Debosree gasped and her heart skipped a beat when she feared being a prospect to such a hunkish man in future. Pallavi on the other hand sat inside the car, but her mind only lusting after the photographer's words along with Daksh's poster...

"Their Bicep bulges has to be atleast 17 or so!"

The sentence kept looping inside Pallavi's mind and she bit her lip when she suddenly remembered Daksh's semi naked body in the gallery poster. She shivered when she almost felt as if the tall dark hunk was looking directly into her eyes even through the poster. 

"Urgh not again!"

Pallavi realised she was once again slightly drenched between her legs and even her petticoat cloth was sticky in a way. She shifted, re-adjusting her saree and Promila cooed to her...."Are you okay Palo-shona?"

"Ummm yes maa I am urm...fine!" Pallavi sat normally atlast, avoiding the wet patch of her petticoat. On the other hand, Debosree looked down with a hand on her head and Promila now shifted her attention to her new daughter...

"Debi, don't be upset shona. Accept things as they are!"

Promila surely empathized with her once-son and touched Debosree's shoulder softly which made the gloomy Bobby just cooe out...

"Uh Maa..... I am fine..."

But the fact was Debosree wondered how on earth can she accept her new feelings of aroused nipples and  tiny ripples throughout her skin when the male photographer touched her here and there while he showed her the poses.

"Chii!! I am undergoing all the feminine feelings!! oh god!!" 

Debosree cooed in her mind, while the car proceeded towards her house.

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

Mumbai, Kulkarni Villa :

The photos of both Pallavi and Debosree were on the large tv screen of the main hall, where Prajakta sat and she looked at both the gorgeous bong females. She sure had contact with Eastern women, but formally and she had to admit that they looked so gorgeous. 

Infact, not only Pallavi, but even Debosree's round fair face impressed the Marathi lady.

"Hmmmmmmm....... "

Prajakta had her tablet on her hand where Reema aunty sighed and awaited a response with her fingers crossed. From the other side of the tablet, she looked deeply into expression of Prajakta Kulkarni and how she tapped her ringed fingers on her lap as she saw the images of Debosree and Pallavi.

"Both the girls are very gorgeous indeed Reema! Such angelic features and surely I adore Bengali girls personally, but..."

"But?" Reema gazed deep into her tablet. 

"I don't really appreciate the fact that one of the sisters have not been groomed well! Why is she dressed in such a tomboyish manner?"

Prajakta's eyes scanned Debosree's outfit once more. The face round and fair had everything radiant about it. However, it was the tshirt and jeans that annoyed the Marathi lady. 

"Reema? Do you have to say anything about it? Why is she not in a bridal saree? Is she a very pampered girl?"

Prajakta's enquiry made Reema spill out the truth about Debosree and the further she said, the more amazed Prajakta became. Her pupils rose up when she realised it was a Bobby!

"Oh Deva! So she is a Bobby? It was so hard to guess. The fair soft skin and the round face! Oh my!"

Prajakta eyed the round big beautiful eyes of Debosree and then her rosebud lips and despite being in a tomboy mode, the gracious curvy figure couldn't be denied. The poses were very sensual and it made sure that through the tshirt and jeans, Debosree's precious assets still stood out, specially her jutting breasts, her round hips and robust thighs. 

Compared to Debosree, Pallavi was slightly slimmer, but she too stood out very gracious. Her bong saree clad figure already made Prajakta decide that she would be the first preference!

"Daksh will look good with her! Hmmmmm." Prajakta wondered in her mind and then she looked at Debosree and made up her mind once more....

"If Daksh gets married to the actual girl and Harsh with the Bobby, I will earn a good name! This will also help me in keeping my word about giving similar dignity to Bobbys. And moreover, the Bobby looks equally graceful! It's just the attire that needs to be updated!"

Reema noticed the calm soothing expression of Prajakta and she took the initiative of asking straightaway....

"Ummm so Mrs Kulkarni, what do you ummm feel about... I mean what decision did you..."

After some more moments of a paise, Prajakta cooed...

"Reema, I have made up my mind. I have a liking for both these girls and have decided to make them my sons brides! However I have a condition!"

Reema smiled with the satisfaction that the 'Rishta' was finally made and then she pouted with eagerness...."Yes Mrs Kulkarni? What condition?"

Prajakta sighed for a bit and then continued......

"I will personally visit their house and meet their mother and I hope things work out the way I want!"

Reema smiled wide and cooed...

"Oh Mrs Kulkarni that's wonderful! You must come to Kolkata for sure and meet Mrs Bhattacharya! She is such a sweet lady."

"Hmmmmmm okay then. I want you to send the girl's picture to Daksh and the Bobby's picture to Harsh! Let them know about their brides!"

Reema smiled again and cooed..."Ofcoarse!"

When Reema disconnected, Prajakta summoned for her house secretary and commanded straightaway...

"I need the earliest flight to Kolkata tomorrow!" 

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

Subosree's College :

"Idiot! You didn't give the gift to your didibhai yet?" Neelima pouted with an evil naughty smirk, punching softly on the skinny arm of Subosree who scolded her bestie back..

"Ouch! Neelu! Stupid!! Uh... it's not so easy to accept dadabhai as a female!!! I mean....urgh! This is just so damn bizzare!!"

Neelam made a naughty face yet once again and then pulled some more leg...

"Are boka! Accept her as your didi now!! Ummmmmm hey! Tell me something honestly!"

Subosree wanted to yank the elbows of her bestie which coiled around her neck at this moment, but she didn't want to be mean or rude. Surprisingly she participated in the conversation and pouted..."what is it?"

"Is Debu didi ummm fingering herself yet??" 

"NEEELU!!! GET LOST! URGH!!" 

Annoyed of the question, Subosree yanked away the elbows of her bestie and she shrugged looking the other side. Neelima giggled a bit and then played a trump card right away. 

"Ok! Don't tell me. I have something with me and if I send it to Promi kakima! Don't scold me okay??"

Subosree suddenly changed her expression! Her eyebrows raised and she slowly looked at her bestie with a shakey voice...

"Wait! What do you mean Neelu??" 

"Neelam smirked devilishly and opened her phone to show something to Subosree and the moment she laid her eyes on the screen, her mouth gasped and her pupils rose up.

Subosree realised the video was about herself! 

The Scenario in the video -

Inside the Ladies washroom, at a suitable isolated corner, Subosree had the Macho Squad magazine on her hand which she had sneakily taken from under Pallavi's pillow just out of curiosity. The video focussed on how she lustily looked at the macho men and yanked her salwar down to her thighs. She had a pretty white panty with a nice faded round patch which proved her arousal from holding the magazine alone.

Gazing at page after page of well muscled men, Subosree purses her lips and first slowly mauls her cunny from within her panty and she does it for quite some time. Her eyes not leaving the pages of the magazine even for one moment.

Looking further, Subosree also raised her hand up and mauled each kameez clad breast of her's very very softly, although they were merely a budding A cup, but still the mounds sort of promised a future growth.

Mauling the small mangoes made Subosree moan a bit and then she flipped some more pages and she crossed some more lines. This time, she very shamelessly inserted two of her fingers into her pursed lips and made sure the two fingers were sparkling wet when they popped out of the mouth. 

With a small moan, Subosree got those wet fingers inside her panty and she made sure she very carefully just nudged the entrance of her wet cunny, not daring to prop further in because she was still a virgin afterall.

"Ah ummmmmmmmmmm!" Subosree moaned and probbed her cunny gently with the two fingers as she browsed through the men, be it a Bihari, Punjabi or a Marathi! One thing remained common and that was the alpha bodies with sex-oozing looks which aroused her so much that she paced her fingers inside the panty untill she moaned and clearly came!

The next moment Subosree was seen looking at her watch and then pulling her salwar up before she rushed out of the washroom.

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When the video ended, Subosree turned deep red out of embarrassment and she annoyingly looked at her smiling bestie and then turned her eyes away again, wondering....

"Such a bitch she is!!! When the hell did she sneak inside the washroom??"

"Oh ho!!! Madam! I never knew you were so Kinky and Horny deep inside!!! Wow."

Neelima smirked and walked next to Subosree and grabbed her phone back with a mischievous gaze while pouting out...

"You want me to send this to Promi kakima hmmmm?" 

"NEEELU!!! How could you!! So cheap of you to sneak peak like that!!!!"
 
Subosree's annoyed tone made Neelima pull some more leg...

"Accha? Really? Miss Innocent! Such a delicate petal like you can masturbate on those rich hunks!! Just imagine your Pallavi boudi and Debu didi masturbating to these as well!!!"

Pallavi's mentioning didn't bother Subosree much, but the thought of her once-dadabhai now a woman, masturbating like a any normal horny woman our there horrified the girl and she gasped with a hand on mouth.

"DELETE THAT VID OKAY?? PLEASE NEELU!" Subosree didn't trust her mischievous bestie in certain matters. But Neelima was also one of the cunning human beings on earth and she pouted very naughtily...

"Hmmmmmmm okay! I will, if you obey my commands!"

"Dhatt!! I don't want to discuss these things! Let's get back to class okay?" Subosree wanted to change the topic but Neelima didn't shift away from the spicy topic at all. Rather, she passed an instruction that amazed Subosree!

"Okay Subu! I won't talk about it, but if you want to keep your video a secret then you will open the gift yourself and keep the object under Debu Di's pillow!!"

Subosree then remembered the shape of the gift, a long vertical box and she still wondered what it could be. This made her pout out..."but what's in the box?"

Neelima pinched a cheek of her bestie and cooed...

"My kinky sweet Subu! Find out yourself!"

Subosree hoped the gift was nothing offensive but she also knew that her own masturbation video was even more offensive and her mother would strangle her if she got to know!

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

Back Home :

Debosree was in her room and she was sitting on the bed with a pillow cuddled to her curvy body. She was still clad in her tshirt and she had just changed her jeans into a pajama which she wore even when she was a male back then. 

Right then the next moment, Pallavi steps in. She was clad in a simple saree and blouse once more and she had just arrived from the pooja room with some flowers and sweets on the plate.

"Debu! Hey, have a sweet!"

"Leave me alone Palo!!!" Debosree shrugged and looked the other side, ignoring the sweets which was actually her favourite once.

"Ufff!!! What's wrong with my sweet sister? Tell me something! Did you umm flirt with your photographer? Hmm? He was kinda cute!"

Hearing such awful lines from her once-wife made Debosree turn sick in the stomach and she genuinely complained with a raised voice...

"Shutup Palo!!! This is not easy!!! It's easy for you but not me!!! Urghhh!"

Pallavi surely had a bit of empathy for her ex-husband, but she didn't want to dull up the atmosphere and rather preferred reminding him of his current reality in a soothing naughty way!

"Debu!!! Stop being so dull!! I know you enjoyed the poses inside the studio and ummmm you are surely curious to see how a woman feels when her heart beats! Her breasts rise and her vagina quivers when the mind is aroused hmmmm? Right?"

Debosree bit her lip. Pallavi was right! Even the brief attention from the male photographer had slightly stirred her insides and being a man mentally, she was horrified to experience the feelings in her new body. She shivered suddenly when Pallavi climbed up the bed and rolled her elbows around her neck. A couple of weeks ago this gesture would have made Debosree pull Pallavi to her arms for a sensual moment, but now she didn't feel anything sexual, but rather irritated.

But the real irritation happened when Pallavi in that same gesture kissed a soft cheek of Debosree and cooed very closely to her ear...

"Debu! I promised ma that I won't sit in the mandap alone! You will join me too!!"

The idea itself was so bizzare and horrific that Debosree felt her heart turning as white as a sheet!

She wondered what time would bring ahead.