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

[Mintu08]

Chapter 22

Promila remained gazing at the well-attired sophisticated looking lady who made a slight grimace of a face when she looked around the corners of the house. Clearly Prajakta realised that the family was just a normal middle-class one, but it was the sheer beauties of Debosree and Pallavi which had captured her fancy and deep in her heart, she also felt that the bong girls would be perfect for her hunk sons. 

"P...please come in!" Promila sheepishly smiled and allowed Prajakta and Pushpa to enter along with Reema.

Promila studied the hefty marathi lady for quite some time. She was not fair, but still it was her robust build that made the Bengali widow gaze more at her from top to bottom. One thing was for pretty well sure that Prajakta possessed a hefty figure with amazingly balloonous breasts which also looked firm and very much wide hips and a protruding fleshy stomach. 

"She must be a very foodie person!" Promila cooed into her mind and in the meantime, all four ladies settled on the sofa. 

Reema introduced Mrs Kulkarni more accurately now.....

"Promila, Mrs Kulkarni is not from here, as you have already gueesed. She is from Mumbai and of Marathi origin and umm she has preffered both your daughters for her two sons! I hope the culture difference is not an issue for you!"

"A non-bengali household? oh dear........never anticipated this coming!" Promila gasped and wondered something in her mind untill she was nudged by Prajakta herself...

"Mrs Bhattacharya! you didn't answer Reema yet!"

The lady had a commanding almost a dominant voice that shook Promila a bit. The fat bangles around the fleshy forearm kept attracting Promila's attention for some reason and the more the bangles shined, the more she thought...

"Oh my, those are pure gold bangles! Must be costing a lot for sure!"

"Uhm....Promila?" Reema politely pouted once more.

"Ah...no, umm ofcoarse not! I mean........ its just that.....this was unexpected! A ummmm marathi household....... ummm never thought about it Mrs Kulkarni!"

Promila's answer was so prompt and just looking at the slightly amazed bengali widow's face, Reema hid a giggle with her hand and then continued....."Good! nice to see a positive answer!"

"Can I call you Promila too? it's a nice name!"

Promila blushed. She sighed for sometime. A sudden praise on her name alone sent a tiny unknown shiver through her body and she replied politely...."oh...thank you Pr... Mrs Kulkarni!"

Reema decided to get up for some reason and sit next to Promila. She then whispered into the ear of the still slightly uncomfortable widow...

"Call her Prajakta tai!"

"Tai? sorry I didn't get it!" Promila pouted softly.

"Uff ho, 'Tai' is 'sister' in Marathi! call her 'Tai' c'mmon!"

Promila who didn't even have much clue about the language, managed to pout...."Uhm okay t...a..i!"

"Good!" Prajakta now sat more comfortably. Her hefty figure almost making the sofa seat crample inwards and combined with this robust figure was the set of a very expensive set of necklace, earings and bangles which were screaming pure gold. 

The marathi dominant lady then ran her white almond nails on her bangles, gesturing towards her royalty in a subtle way and then she used a commanding tone again....

"Um, I am expecting to see your daughters now. You see Promila, I need to judge them in person!"

Promila sighed and took a good look at Prajakta once again. Deep inside her mind, she cooed to herself....

"She is not a Bengali, a Maharashtrian! but so rich and afluent. Perhaps this family will be good for both Palo and Debu!"

Promila kind of smiled and called up straightaway.....

"Pallavi! Bring Debu along with you!"

The sound reached Pallavi's ears, who then turned back and looked at a shocked Debosree. The naughty ex-wife touched Debosree's shoulder and whispered....

"I think it must be Reema aunty!"

"Why did she come now??" Debosree murmered with an internal hesitation.

"Ummmmmm must be some sexy men prospects for us!!" Pallavi naughtily murmered in return. She bit her lip in mischeif when she noticed how her ex-husband shivered at the word 'men' yet once again.

"Uhhh no way!!! Keep me out of this Palo!!!" Debosree shrugged and made a face.

"Are keep you out means what? don't be silly Debu. We both are sisters now!! Eligible to marry some nice hunks out there! Didn't you see the magazine shona?"

Pallavi very lightly slapped a hip of Debosree through the t-shirt which sent a whole new unknonwn shiver inside the Bobby!

"Ah! why the current inside my body from that slap??? eeesshhhh!!!"

Debosree cooed to herself, while Pallavi scolded....

"Debu, maa is calling us!!! that's rude of you not to come with me okay?? Reema aunty must be waiting too!"

"Urghhh....fine!!!" Debosree pouted meekly. She wondered with shock to herself...

"Why am I suddenly getting excited at the idea of being shown a male prospect? urghh!! this is so cringeworthy!!!"

Pallavi bit her lip and tuned on to her naughty sadist mode again. She slowly and softly carreesed the shoulders of her ex-husband and murmered into his ear....

"Don't keep maa waiting like that Debu!!! you want her to feel embarassed? hmmm? you want the Bobby squad to take actions again hmm?"

"UHH NO!" Debosree almost jumped from her body and then settled back again. She sighed and murmered with teary eyes....."Bu..tt I caa...n't go with you like that!!! that too in a saree!!!"

Pallavi smirked and wide eyed. Her eyes bright and naughty!

"Oh my! someone is so excited to wear a saree already!! I didn't even mention it, but ummmm you want me to dress you up sweetie?" 

Pallavi's words had a chirpy tone for sure, but Debosree felt pangs of fear from them. She defended herself firercely...

"UHHH NO!! no... I didn't mean that! I am okay in the tshirt and pants!"

Pallavi resisted a giggle from the panic on Debosree's face, but then she took a step towards the dressing table and took out something. To her embarassment, Debosree realised it was a lip gloss in reddish pink.

"Hey you are forgetting something shona!"

"Ohh God!!!! Please!!"

But a naughty Pallavi didn't listen to a single word. She somehow convinced Debosree to gloss her lips and she smiled when she saw her ex-husband pucker her lips, as she was taught once.

"Sweet, now come on!"

Debosree sighed and followed her ex-wife out of the room. The moment they both stepped out, they both were equally amazed at the sight of Mrs Kulkarni and her secreatary who stared at both of them with judgemental eyes already.

"Ah there you both are!" Promila pouted with a smile and she felt weird! Infront of her were her once-son and once-bahu, but now both were her daughters! These whole new avatars were bizzare, but then it was reality too.

Mrs Kulkarni gazed her eyes at both of them individually. Her eyes first scanned Pallavi....

A good curvy waist!

Medium but round breasts!

Slim waist!

Slender neck!

A small bindi on the forehead

A silent yet a half-smiled face!

"Hmmmmm, she clearly looks like a virgin girl to me!" Mrs Kulkarni murmered to Pushpa, who nodded and then both ladies shifted the attention to Debosree...

Tshirt clad slightly bigger breasts, round ones at that!

Hips that promissed a good amount of childbirth, despite clad in a trackpant!

Sparkling fair skin with round big eyes and a face which resembled Promila quite normally!

Last, but not the least, shining glossy pink lips!

"She is the Bobby, you know what to do right?" Prajakta murmered softly to Pushpa who nodded softly, studing the figure of Debosree top to bottom again and again.

Pallavi noticed the discomfort on Debosree's face and resisted a smirk, because she had to appear polite and demure to win the attention of the lavishly rich lady sitting not much far from her.

"Debosree and Pallavi, my sweet daughters!" Promila softly pouted and glanced guiltily at how her once-son shivered and gasped with embarrasment. Being a mother, she felt bad, but her eyes never left the presence of Prajakta Kulkarni. Everything from her hefty weight to the rich saree and dazzling ornaments strangely never let go of her attention.

"Hmmmmmm, Reema, was she the husband?" 

"HHUHH WHHAATT!" Debosree shivered and felt a major panic attact at that very moment. She very latently clenched her fist and wondered.....

"Holy hell! did Reema spilled all the beans of her past???"

Promila too gasped and looked down in sheer embarrasment, while Pallavi bit her lip in a mischevious way and murmered to Debosree, lightly holding her palm....

"Its alright Debu, relax!"

"Darnnit!! did you tell Reema anything about our past??" Debosree murmered as silently as she could, but Pallavi smirked again....

"Uff ho! She has seen many Bobbys in her life by now I am sure Debu!"

Prajakta then gestured to Pushpa in an inaudible way and the suited lady got up from the sofa, heading straight towards Pallavi first. The bong girl felt like a lab expierment model from just the gaze of Pushpa alone. 

"Hmmmmmm, okay, turn around now!" 

"Hmm what?" Pallavi pouted with a raised eyebrow.

"She said to turn around, we want to see how you move around!" Prajakta ordered. The voice had a dominant tone that made Promila suddenly surrender and pout out...."Anything fo...for you Prajakta tai?"

Prajakta was happy to hear 'tai' from the bong woman and she pouted...."Nothing for now. I need to examine your daughters first! Pushpa, continue!"

Pushpa sighed and Pallavi blinked once and then turned around. Her slightly curved body appeared like a slight S-shape and Prajakta seemed impressed as she eyed the bong girl top to bottom. In her mind, she smirked....

"Hmm clearly Pallavi haven't had any kind of intimate sex with her ex-husband! Good! She is all fresh"

"Pushpa, go ahead!" commanded Prajakta again.

"Sure!" Pushpa now wore a white glove and when she wore it with a tight snap sound, it shook Pallavi, Debosree and even Promila for a moment. The elderly widow rather wondered....

"What is this secretary upto?"

Pushpa then did something that shook all the three Bhattacharyas together! She patted Pallavi's saree clad medium curvy ass and examined something deep in her mind. On getting the ass patted, Pallavi bit her lip to supress a moan. This was expected from a hugely sexually famished woman who never ever had propper sex ever again after Debosree's failure as a man.

"Ma'am! as I had assumed. The butt is still boney and not fleshy enough. Perhaps there was never a chance of tissue growth out here!" 

"Oh god so crude!" Promila hissed in her mind.

Debosree too wide eyed at this crude examining of her ex-wife from Pushpa, while Prajakta commanded further....

'Okay! check the other parts too!"

Pushpa then commanded to Pallavi...."Okay, turn around now!"

Once Pallavi turned around, she almost stirred with shock when Pushpa grabbed hold of her two medium breasts through the pallu itself and mauled it for sometime. Pallavi felt enraged now, not because of the audacity of the unknown lady, but because her body craved for sex for a long time and even at this formal examination of her breasts, her mound quivered.

"Sheeeshh this lady won't stop!!! urgh!" Pallavi pouted in her mind.

Pushpa atlast released the breasts of Pallavi and nodded softy to herself first and then turned around to pout towards Prajakta....

"Ma'am! Breasts are too firm! Never been mauled or groped enough clearly!"

"Hmmmmmmm, as I had expected! Promila, looks like your son, oh excuse me, daughter never sattisfied her wife enough when she was a man!"

Prajakta used a dominant tone for the words and her silver almond nails rested on her saree clad thigh like a queen. If the almond nails and the diamond rings were not enough to distract Promila, the dominant tone used to embarras Debosree made the bong widow stirr and become more meek and submissive. She just looked down and nodded in a silent 'yes'.

Meanwhile, Debosree turned red with rage! Her past life was out in the open and she felt she should disppear inside the earth right now like Sita! 

But anyhow, Pushpa now moved a step ahead and used her own commanding tone to Pallavi...

"Okay, now life the saree to your knees!"

"Huh whh..what??" Pallavi shook a bit. This was now a level ahead in crudeness from Pushpa. 

Promila too felt she should protest, but Reema touched her shoulder and murmered.... "Relax, allow her to do what she wants. Its just a test!"

"Oh dear! how crude!" Promila hissed to herself and eyed a very focussed Prajakta, who kept running her nails on the diamond rings of the other rested palm. The more the hefty marathi woman flaunted her rings and rich grace, the more Promila felt a deep burn inside her. But, she wasn't sure what it was actually about yet.

However, Promila's thoughts were distracted by Prajakta right then!

"Umm Promila, make some tea for all of us! And ummm there seems to be no maid in the house, so prepare it yourself, will you please?"

Reema hid her giggle with her hand and enjoyed the domination of the rich Marathi woman on Promila, who shook a bit at this sudden request and just nodded..."Uh...yes sure!"

Debosree witnessed two bizzare sights at the same time. The first being her mother, who stood up and obidiently walked towards the kitchen and secondly, Pallavi who surrendered to Pushpa, by lifting her saree all the way up to her knees and once her red panty came to everyone's view, Debosree's eyes drew a past memory of when she had seen her wife's panty for the first time during their suhagraat, long ago.

"Uh! I am not even feeling anything now!" Debosree hissed to herself and furiously noticed Pushpa on her knees now.

Promila made some quick tea and returned to see an awful sight. Pallavi had bit her lower lip as she looked down in deep breaths to see Pushpa inserting her fingers inside the panty. The slightest nudge from even the feminne fingers made Pallavi control her inner emotions and stand still.

"Uh ouch!" Pallavi moaned a bit, disturbing Debosree as she hated to see her ex-wife fingered even at a formal context.

"What on earth is she upto??" Debosree murmered in her mind.

Pushpa didn't take much time and she got her fingers out of the panty, making Pallavi feel a relief.

"What did you notice Pushpa?" Prajakta raised an eyebrow and sipped on the tea, somehow accepting the taste, because she was used to much grander tea.

"Ma'am! it's what you had expected! She is a virgin no doubt!"

"Eeeesshhh! how crude of her!" Promila hissed, making a grimace of a face and then her shoulder was nudged by Reema once more, who pouted...."Relax, its alright!"

Prajakta sighed and turned to Promila and used her typical dominant tone once more....

"Promila, it seems your ex-son couldn't sattisfy her wife at all! But its good to know that she is a virgin!!'

Being a mother Promila again nodded in a meek manner and she couldn't afford to look at Debosree's face, knowing well that how much she was angry at this moment, and which was true.

Debosree clenched her fist and kept murmering awful words in mind at Prajakta and her secretary.

"Hmmmm okay! now it's time for your other daughter!"

Promila felt a stirr deep inside her heart as she realised who was being referred to. Pallavi relaxed and wondered what would have happened if Pushpa had inspected her vagina further. The once-married bong lady almost fell as if she would jerk up with some unexpected orgasmic motion right there and then. 

"Uh wh...wwhaat yy..ou mean??" Debosree panicked and suddenly the moment ceased to be! 

Prajakta felt sheer engagement from seeing Debosree protest, because in her opinion, a Bobby and a woman were not supposed to protest or question authority.

"Listen girl!! You will behave like a prim and propper woman, or else I shall be forced to inform the authorities! Am I clear?"

The voice sounded like that of a strict stern dominant lady in authority from Prajakta and Pallavi hid a smirk when she noticed how tensed Debosree was. The Bobby was almost shaken by the harshness of Prajakta's voice.

"Promila! Please make your daughter behave!! I will not accept bahus like this in my family!!"

Promila blinded by the grandness of the Marathi lady, rather decided to admonish Debosree directly...

"Debu!!! Behave yourself. Is this how a lady is supposed to behave?"

A jerk of current passed Pallavi's body as she saw how Promila scolded Debosree. Pallavi felt a sadist squirm inside her and she pressed a giggle as she realised how white Debosree's face had turned on being even lightly scolded by her own mother!

Meanwhile Promila cooed in her mind..."

"Gosh! I scolded Debu so naturally in this matter! Why did it give me some natural maternal kicks! Hmmmmmmm, oh ummm yes! Debu is my daughter now!!" 

"Uh.... wwhat is it I ..am supposed to..do?"

Pushpa then stood precisely before Debosree and she looked up and down at him, just the way she had done for Pallavi. 

Pallavi enjoyed this humiliation secretly because she somehow felt this to be a justice for her own sexual starvation by Debosree, back when she was a man. She stood with wide gazing eyes at how uncomfortably Debosree opened the strings of her trackpant and pulled it slowly down. Her speed was so slow that Prajakta became enraged right away and scolded with a raised voice....

"Make it fast young lady!! We don't have the whole day!"

The commanding dominant tone again send a deep stirr inside Debosree's body and she got the trackpant down to her knees atlast. Pallavi looked down to see how well her ex-husband's legs had been waxed by the Bobby agency. Although Debosree as a man anyhow had less bodily hair, but now the fair skin glistened beautifully and Pallavi almost felt jealous of those fair shapely calves. 

Atlast Debosree stood with her tracks down to the knees, only to expose her....

"What on earth is this?? A MALE UNDERWEAR??" 

Prajakta was very enraged and shocked! Infront of her was this very womanly woman wearing a male underwear! But Debosree didn't feel anything about it. The underwear was her's from a long long time. 

Promila just looked down. She knew it was difficult for Debosree to let go off her male clothing, but she also feared the engagement of Prajakta for some reason or the other. There was something highly powerful and dominant about the Marathi woman. Everything from her commands to her grace of wealth. 

"Uh....I...uhh itttsss mmm..mminee!!!" Debosree just managed to pout in a shakey voice. The harsh voice from Prajakta made her feel awful!

Somehow Promila rose to defence right away....

"Uhm... I am sorry tai.... please forgive her for now!!" 

"Uhm nevermind! Pushpa, please proceed!" Prajakta ignored the part and ordered her secretary immediately. She didn't want to waste much time anyhow.

Pushpa began from the very first task. She inspected the cheeks, the jaw, the neck, the slightly wider hips and even the tshirt clad breasts. The secretary realised how efficient the Bobby Center was, because it was impossible to guess that the woman she was inspecting, was once a man.

However, just then Pushpa got on her knees and Debosree made a grimace of a face. She felt strange because if she was in her earlier body, the situation would have been considered sexual, but now a lady getting down on her, didn't make Debosree feel a thing, accept for embarrassment. 

Seeing her ex-husband panic, Pallavi caught hold of her hand in assurance and passed a warm smile, while a naughty Reema passed a comment straightaway....

"Relax Debosree, we all are ladies here! No need to panic or worry!"

The comment disturbed Debosree even more and Promila too felt it was too rude of Reema to pass a comment on her child like that, but then, she also agreed with the line. Her once-son was a fully developed daughter now afterall!

Pushpa inserted her hand inside the underwear and this is where Debosree shook the most! Although the breasts inspection had stirred her a bit, but it was nothing compared to the feeling which arose from her vaginal inspection. Infact the more Pushpa tapped a finger or two around the lips, a stirring did mentally disturb Debosree, but she kept numb. 

After a moment or two, to Debosree's relief, Pushpa stood up, taking her hand out of the underwear and this time, she had a slight disgust on her face and the moment she reached the sofa, she murmured something very softly to Prajakta, who nodded softly and stood up. Along with her, Promila and Reema too stood up.

"Okay Promila, I have reached my conclusion and since I am in a hurry, you will await my call and I shall you tell you my final discison about your daughters!"

Promila just managed to pout out an "okay" softly, while Debosree sighed in relief to see the Marathi lady leave along with her secretary and Reema. 

The Bobby was embarrassingly red from toes to head from the awful inspection.