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

[Mintu08]

Chapter 21

Debosree gulped when he heard the awful words from his once-wife and then he felt something build up in his eyes!

Deep watery tears!

But nothing of the depression or sadness type but more like the girl who was afraid of a male existence in her life. Pallavi being a woman herself realised this and she bit her lip and wiped the tiny droplet of tear from Debosree's cheek with a pouty tone....

"Aww...Debu! Precisely the reason why you lacked the Maleness in you! Admit it sweetie that you had these feminine instincts latent inside you and ummmm the Bobbyfication just managed to bring that out! Nothing is actually surprising here, right?"

Debosree sighed and she had actually opened her mouth to utter some word, but then again she stopped because her heart underwent a small pang of current when Pallavi wiped his tear and hinted towards something that almost shook Debosree!

"Hmmmmmmm, by the way Debu, tell me something very honestly ok shona?"

Pallavi's soft tone still sent the same shivers to Debosree back when she was a man, but now that the context was different and the tables had taken a dramatic turn, she just managed to cooe....."Um whaaat is it?"

Pallavi firmed her elbows around Debosree's neck and blew some air along with words straight into her ear....

"Did you ummm check the posters of those hunks out there in the studio by any chance hmmm?"

The moment Debosree heared the words, a deep shiver run through her body. She shivered at the slightest memory of the poster of muscled hunks that had adorned the wallspace of most portion of the studio. She also remembered how each men stared deep from their respective posters, as if the piece of paper had life in them,

"Uhhh no surely not!!! Palo!!! cmmon no wayy I ...." 

Debosree stopped and looked down!

Her eyes looked down to see something awful!

Erect nipples through the tshirt!

Debosree gasped and the gasp was inaudible. But she slowly looked up to see a smirking Pallavi. Her gorgeous smirk had that evil naughty smirk that made her look slightly devilish, but still she got one hand down and very softly touched one erect nipple of her ex-husband.

"SSsssss uhh!" Debosree cooed in the typical feminine manner and when she realised she had cringed like that, she wanted to slap herself! It was so damn feminine.

"Wooo ooopsssii....oh Debu! Someone else is aroused from those hunk posters ummmm?"

Suddenly the ex-husband male mind knocked in Debosree and she enquired with doubt.... "Someone else?? uhh who else?"

Pallavi giggled lightly at the idea that Debosree admitted that she was aroused herself and therefore, she too decided to be honest and pouted....

"Me silly! who else. Uff Debu!!! ofcoarse I will be turned on by those muscled men who resemble the alpha tarzans and that is how nature is supposed to be right shona? Ask all those women who had husbands Bobbyfied like you!!!"

Debosree sniffed a small portion of tear again from her eyes and she hated to admit that she was a beta male herself previously. Pallavi then pulled some more leg and wiped the tear from her once-husband's eyes and pouted...

"Truth is bitter Debu! Forget the past and embrace this new body. Don't be silly and stubborn like a small child! What happened has happened. You were my husband in a past birth and now we are sisters!!! Debu this is not fair, you aren't even asking me for a share of my sarees!!!!"

Debojit felt his brain recieving a shock therapy from Pallavi's words. She gulped and turned red, but hated to admit that her new body was already yearning for new fresh experiences!

The experience to explore more feminine desires!

The eagerness to peek on those muscled posters once more!

The curiosity to try out a saree even!!!

"Urghhhh stop it Palo!!!! pllleaaasee, I am getting mad. My head will burst up now!!"

Debosree shrugged and Pallavi sighed and decided to leave her alone for sometime. She got up from the bed, releasing her elbows from around Debosree and stood up to head towards the door. However, before she would leave the room, she pouted softly once more...

"Debu! Perhaps you will one day embrace the new body of your's! And then you will thank me truely!"

Pallavi left the room after pouting those words and Debosree banged not one, but two to three pillows on the tiles with rage in her eyes, but the rage turned into tears and she wiped them again herself, not willing to reduce to a crying damsel!

"A crying damsel??? uhhhhhh what did I get myself into???"

Debosree cooed in mind and to her relief, she looked down to see her nipples turned back to normal. But, she felt a deep embarrasment when she remembered the moan she had emitted out when Pallavi rubbed an aroused nipple through the tshirt.

"UUHHH NOO WAAAYYYY!!! These feelings are so effeminate!!! uhhhhh is my mind transforming too???"

Debosree pouted and she got up from the bed, to open the window and look outside. From his window, she randomly noticed a group of men on the paan taapri and one of them accidenly looked upto her. The sight of the random man disturbed her and she rushed her head back inside the room, closing the window. 

"Ufff! goddd!!!! spare mee!!!"

Debosree sat back and decided to read a novel, which she used to read even back when she was Debojit the man. It was a two-sided erotic romance and somehow the novel had made him feel like the male protagonist earlier and she thought she would atleast read and mentally feel like a man for atleast some time.

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Netaji Subash Chandra Airport :

"Mrs Kulkarni! Welcome to Kolkata! Such a pleasure to have you here atlast!" 

Reema cooed with a wide smile as she greeted Prajakta who was dressed in a amazingly expensive saree and her neck was decently bejewelled. The slightly plumpish woman smiled and accepted the bouquet from Reema as she headed towards the booked rolls Royce.


Inside the mercedes, Prajakta sat with her secretary Pushpa who had worn a suit with heels and on the other side sat Reema who smiled and also noticed Pushpa typing something on her tablet.

"Ummm Mrs Kulkarni, is she a relative?" Reema cooed. 

"Uh oh not at all. She is Pushpa, my secretary and she is a trustworthy person! She will help me in analyzing the brides, as you can guess!"

Pushpa was not bothering to listen to the conversation, she kept typing something or the other on her tablet and Reema cooed again...."Oh, I see. Ummmm, just curious, what kind of analysis?"

Prajakta sighed and politely commanded Pushpa to proceed.

"Madam wants me to tick on the certain things required for the Bride-approval and I am just making a list!"

Pushpa looked very much a serious corporate girl with her suit and when Prajakta looked at Reema's eyes studing her secretary, she smiled openly with a slight giggle and pouted...

"I know what you are thinking Reema! You feel Pushpa is a serious assexual corporate lady hmm?"

Pushpa pressed a smile, resisting it to not come out and continued to work on her tablet, while Reema looked at Prajakta and pouted softly...

"Well, Mrs Kulkarni.....ummmm actually yes!"

The aircondition inside the Rolls Royce was very soothing and the more comfortable Reema felt on her cushioned seat, the more she realised the grandness of the Kulkarnis. However, Prajakta then cooed in a friendly tone....

"Don't be mistaken Reema! Pushpa is a very feminine feudal girl at her house. You should see her how much she worships her alpha husband, touching his feet, washing it and serving him sexually just for his pleasure every night! She is a very traditional wife!"

The secretary wearing the suit blushed deep when she realised she was the topic and yet she didn't cross her limits. She respected and feared her boss and she continued to do her work.

On the other hand, Reema sighed at the reality of Pushpa behind her suited look and she admitted in her mind...

"Mrs Kulkarni is the typical feudal traditionalist. I wonder what Promila will think of her hmmmmmmm. I must get an update after the two have met!"

The Rolls royce headed straightaway to Oberoi Grand Hotel where Prajakta would halt for a while, before she would meet the Bhattacharyas.

However when Reema was dropped at her studio in middle of the road, Prajakta peeped out of the window to pout out...

"Have you sent the perticular photos to my sons yet?" 

Reema smiled...."I did it the other day rightaway Mrs Kulkarni!"

Prajakta again cooed once more..."Okay, and I hope you haven't mentioned me to Mrs Bhattacharya yet!"

Reema smiled a bit naughtily this time, pouting..."Ofcoarse not. I want the meeting to be a sweet surprise for her!"

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Mumbai : 

Both Daksh and Harsh were not focussing on their work in their respective contexts. Firstly, it was Daksh inside his supreme air-condiioned cabin who had a raging hard-on inside his pricey trousers and his strong dark fingers rubbing on the costly mouse while his eyes scanned the image of Pallavi on his large monitor screen.

Same could be said about Harsh who was pumping his dumbells and the more his biceps bulged with sweat, the more his cock throbbed inside his gym shorts as he noticed the features, the beautiful bong features of Debosree!

Her rose-bud lips!

Her Big round eyes!

The perfect round breasts that presented an equally attractive cleveage even through the tshirt!

The very promising buttocks and hips that promissed a good amount of bouncing while involved in sex!

Harsh kept gazing at his tablet screen and pumped the dumbells harder. His cock struggling to get out of the confines of the shorts, but he hadn't touched himself yet, even one bit. The muscled hunk kept pumping with the hard-on, gazing like a predator at Debosree's picture. Not even for once was he suspicious or even bothered whether she was a Bobby or not. 

The hunk was already smitten by the bong features and he cooed inside his horny mind.....

"Oh man! Aai (mother) has chosen her for me? goddamn her features!!"

Harsh had some naughty plans in his mind and he didn't bother to nudge his very prominent hard-on inside his shorts. Rather he resumed with his other workouts, still gazing into the pictures of Debosree, which kept playing in a loop-slideshow on the screen.

On the other hand, Daksh had his full freedom inside his posh cabin. His privacy wasn't an issue at all and therefore he loosened his tie and unzipped his pants straightaway. The corporate hunk was famished at the beauty of Pallavi in her saree. Everything from her slightly long painted nails to the glossy face was driving him crazy. Complimenting her reasonably curvy-slim figure was her big beautiful eyes and the more Daksh felt the eyes gazing directly at him from his monitor screen, the more he gripped his big raging tent through his Louis-Phillipe underwear. The red underwear made his dark thigh muscles look sexy against the material.

"So............Beautiful!" Daksh's lips opened very slowly and his slithead throbbed with desire. The veins also erected within the very erect cock by now and it threatened the red material!

Daksh slowly masturbated himself with one hand and with the other he ran his fingers on the monitor screen, as if yearning to feel every single facial feature of Pallavi and for a few moments, he kept running his fingers along the ripe features of Pallavi's face, specially on her lips. His heart and cock, both throbbed to feel those petal lips in real and feel the warmth in perticular, let alone kiss them. 

When the slide of Pallavi's facial close-up changed to that of her pose that presented her cleavage, Daksh got even more aroused and although the breasts were just medium B cups, the cleavage was enticing enough and added to the posture, was Pallavi's sweet spicy expression on the face.

The cock now looked very prominent against the red material and quite easily the dark dong felt the urge to flap out of the material and breath in fresh air. Daksh still masturbated within the confines and eyed each slide of Pallavi.

On the other hand, Harsh was horny enough to resume his exercises further and therefore, he dropped his weights and yanked his angry dark cock out of his shorts. If anyone were present inside the gym at that moment, they would easily take a whiff of the sweaty musky aroma that arose from the cock at this moment and clearly the musk stench was even more because of his workout which made his sweaty muscled body look awfully sexy.

With his big rugged palm Harsh caught hold of his cock and masturbated himself with the angry knobb head pointing precisely towards Debosree's face. He didn't mind the fact that the hair wasn't long or the body wasn't saree clad. For him it was the sheer aura of Debosree that turned him on. 

Same was the case for Daksh who now couldn't resist any longer and had yanked his own monster out and paced up his masturbating at the slides of his future bride! 

"Aaah mmiii aaaloooo!!!!! (Cumming!!!"

Both brothers from their respective places groaned out and they both splattered thick potent discharges that anointed the slides equally and the radiant pictures of both Debosree and Pallavi were well painted with the thick white cream, but even well discharged, both brothers were not mentally quenched. Both yearned to see their respective brides in flesh and blood and actually feel their ripe features in real. 

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Evening, Debosree's house :

According to Reema's urgent call, Promila made sure the house is tidy and ready to welcome some unknown guests whom Reema didn't mention on the phone. Promila herself dressed in a simple white saree with a off white yellow blouse, while she tied her hair in the typical bun.

While Promila was tying her hair, her eyes randomly drifted off to her husband's photo on the wall. The man had a calm face and smiled from the photo, while Promila gazed at the picture on the wall and cooed....

"It's strange how I accepted the reality. Our son is now a daughter and forgive me for saying this but I think God has suddenly changed his mind and allowed Debu to take a re-birth again in this new body!"

Promila murmured the words gazing at her husband's photo because she still had a slight guilt inside her to allow the Bobbyfication of her only son, but also there was no alternative. With a sigh, Promila tied her bun and her eyes again turned dreamy for a moment when she shifted towards her cupboard and opened it to see some perticular extra sarees kept. 

Promila had given Pallavi a share of them already and had kept the rest for Subosree's marriage earlier. But now, she decided that the share would now be given to her now-daughter Debosree! 

"Debu will look so beautiful in these sarees! Hmmmmm she resembles me so much and might even look a younger version of my old-self!"

Promila almost wished that she would insist Debosree to take all the sarees and wear them each and show her! But, being practical, she also knew that Debosree will take some time to immerse deep into the womanly world mentally. 

"I will not force Debu....no that will be mean of me! Let me give her some time..."

Promila was just thinking something more when suddenly the bell rang!

DING DONG!

"It must be Reema! But who are the guests she was mentioning on phone? And why are they accompanying her?"

With a doubt in mind, Promila rushed to open the door and the moment she opened the door she not only greeted a smiling Reema, but a gorgeous hefty woman in a gorgeous saree next to her and the last but not the least, was a lady in suit and skirt.

"Hello..." Promila just managed to pout, while Reema introduced Prajakta.

"Promila, meet Mrs Prajakta Kulkarni! She has taken a fancy to both your daughters!"

Promila's mouth opened in a gasp and her heart skipped several beats. Not only was she amazed at a Non-bengali prospect, but she realised that both Pallavi and Debosree were being mentioned of. 

Reema had a wicked smirk while Promila took a deep sigh.