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

[Mintu08]

Chapter 23

That very night neither Debosree nor Pallavi could actually sleep. Even during dinner they couldn't talk to each other and different ants crept along their souls. They all murmured to each other in their minds and in their respective rooms. Debosree was made to sleep with her young sister Subosree, while Pallavi with Promila. 

Pallavi POV -

I don't know what to term these new feelings as, but I did feel wicked shivers deep inside my body when I was being examined as this fresh new bride and that too in front of this very unknown apparently wealthy woman. Why did she look different than a Bengali demure woman? Was she of some other origin? Caste? Hmmm...my curious mind wondered and uh! That damn secretary of her's! How dare she does an awful inspection where I am already so internally horny nowadays. But oh well, I seldom do dream of an unknown manly figure and his stature is surely different from Debu!

It was also hard to believe my ex-husband as a woman standing next to me, also being examined in a feudal way. I never told him, but it does give me a funny feeling inside to adress him as a 'she'! But does it matter now? We both have taken a re-birth and now we are sisters! 

But my naughty mind can't help, but keep wondering...

Did Debu get creepy ants on being examined as a potential bride, just like me?

Has Debu began to experience potential female orgasmic movements already?

Is he... oops I mean she, getting wicked dreams of a potential groom? Ummmmmm...one of those shadowy muscled ones at that? Oh gosh..... is this all even really happening? Both our lives have taken such a drastic turn indeed.

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Debosree POV :

Hmmmphh! I can't believe this all happening with me in real!! I will curse the Bobby agency all my life! 

But with my new body, I am getting these embarrassingly new feelings that is clearly associated with a woman for sure. The standing stillness infront of the unknown woman who comes by to see prospective brides, gave me such a submissive feeling that tiny currents passed inside my body, and that too without my damn permission! 

Was I even controlling my own body? Or was it mother nature?

And that robust lady out there who sat like a dominating queen! The way she mind-controlled maa!! The crude way she spoke in ...urgh! I can't believe I just stood there like a potential shy bride who actually allowed the experiences to seep in!

But why on earth is my body reacting to new feelings? Feelings which my mind is not yet approving of! 

Hmmmmmmph! The Bobbyfication has messed up my life for sure! 

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Apart from Debosree and Pallavi, Promila and Subosree had thoughts in their subconscious mind as well. Even though they slept well, their minds couldn't help, but wonder...

Promila POV :

Today was an insane day. I always thought of myself as decently sophisticated and firm, yet this wealthy Marathi lady dominated me so easily!

But, my heart felt this strange warmth when both Debu and Palo shona were selected for her sons. I still find it so strange that a couple of months ago, Debu was my son and Palo was my bahu, but now I feel I have three daughters! Oh no wait....not feel, I do have three for sure!

The aura of Mrs Kulkarni is something I cannot easily forget! She could sweep anyone off the floor, specially women like me, uhm...I don't know why I said that.

Anyways, my motherly mind is so excited to see both of them in the same mandap! I must ensure that by making sure that Debu is more compliant. I hope God gives me the energy to take things the right way.

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Subosree POV -

Maa seemed strangely overjoyed and happy today. I still can't believe how easily she accepted the Bobbyfication of my dadabhai. I wonder what happened in the house today and the more I see my boudi's smirks on her face, the more she irritates me! But I am wondering about something else totally! 

On the other hand, dadabhai looked so tensed and nervous today! He was just a normal man and husband some months ago and now! Oh gosh... if only I could help him out with anything. 

My bitchy friend Neelima!! Ufff, how dare she sneaks on me like that!! But, moreover, why those men were so insanely masculine in the magazine!! Uh those insane muscles and all....uhm! Anyways, I still wonder what was the gift she has bought for dadabhai! 

Why should I remain curious?

Surely I can see it now!

Hmmmmmm.....

.........

Subosree opened her eyes after her thoughts ended in her mind. She noticed carefully that her 'dadabhai' slept like a log. Taking this safe opportunity, she got down the bed and carefully turned on the mini lamp in the room. 

In the dim yellow light, Subosree took out Neelima's gift slowly our of her college bag and began to open it. When she opened the wrap, she first welcomed a card! A brief greeting card...

"To the budding beauty who is yet to discover and savour the new fruits of life....

To the precious soul who is on her way to be the sweet dutiful focussed Wife!"

Subosree gasped as she read the lines. She cringed in her mind....

"Cheee! Neelu is so rude and mean!! I can't believe she wrote these lines for dadabhai!" 

Anyways, not being able to handle her curiosity any further, Subosree finally took out the vertical box out, only to be frustrated once more!

The box had an additional cardboard cover to it. Subosree quickly got through with it and hurried with somehow opening and shoving aside the cardboard. However the sounds were a bit loud and just then, when Debosree sighed and turned to the other side to resume her sleep, Subosree stopped and waited and when she was convinced, she slowly unwrapped the remaining bits of cardboard and voila!

Subosree gasped her biggest so far in life!

She couldn't believe her eyes as she looked up and down on the box! 

Not being able to resist the mystery, Subosree opened the box and took out the main thing...

A Pink Colored Long Vibrator!

"What the hell??? Cheeee!!!! A vibrator??? I can't believe Neelu's audacity! 

Subosree realised it was a precious piece from probably outside the country and as she ran her nails all over the long pink device, she looked at her sleeping dadabhai once and then back to the device.

She then thought.... "If I don't do as Neelu says, that bitch will do anything with that video of mine!! Urgh! I should have been more careful"

Not having her mind at the right place, Subosree bit her lower lip in a slight panic and then wrapped the Vibrator with a cloth, placing it very very carefully next to Debosree's pillow, slightly puffing it inside the corner created by the edges of the pillow. 

With a tiny trickle of sweat from the forehead, Subosree snapped a picture of the Vibrator being placed under the pillow of Debosree and she immediately whatsapped it to Neelima and then, with no further thoughts in the mind, she immersed back into her sleep.

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Next morning :

Promila felt a weight on her own thighs all of a sudden, which made her open her eyes quick to see what was up. To her sheer surprise, she noticed Pallavi subconsciously rubbing her other thigh on her pillow, while the previous thigh remained still. 

The mature widow understood the fact that probably her ex-bahu was involved in some sort of a naughty dream. This gesture of Pallavi of planting tiny kisses on her own pillow made Promila blush and she slowly shoved out her leg from her's. Even as she got up from the bed, she held the pillar of the bed and noticed Pallavi still in her kinky motions with eyes shut.

"Eeesh, the poor girl must be suffering a lot from not having any physical contact with a male. I am glad this relationship with Debu ceased forever!"

Promila knew her words sounded rude for her once-son, but she had to be practical. Also, Prajakta's presence made her bite her lip and wonder, as she left the room in slow steps...

"What is it about this non-bengali woman, so dominant and oh my, the amount of wealth she has and those pure gold jewellery oh!"

Visions of an imaginary Prajakta came into Promila's mind appeared, wagging a finger in a commanding pose. The sudden virtual image made the Bengali widow stirr a bit and then with a sigh, she proceeded to the kitchen to prepare tea.

On the other hand, it was Pallavi who kept kissing the pillow in the sheer fog of her mysterious dream, yet once again.

The dream agan took place in the deep misty forest, where Pallavi wondered around the woods and grasses once more, but this time in her once-again skimpy attire just like her other previous dreams. Despite having medium sized mangoes, the orbs seemed to stirr and wobble a bit inside the red blouse and her petticoat clad lower body looked equally enticing. 

In this very dream, Pallavi didn't wonder alone this time though!

She walked with her unknown lover. His hard strong palm almost crushed her and this itself gave Pallavi a pre-orgasmic smile and they walked and her unknown lover wrapped in fog, kissed and nibbled her neck and whispered something in Marathi, unknown to Pallavi, who only bit her lip and continued to walk with him.

They both reached another foggy area where a hefty lady awaited them apparently. When the fog reduced, the lady appeared to be none other than Prajakta Kulkarni! who had a tribal lady outfit, probably one of those of the earlier Maratha villages where her fleshy yet firm arms appeared strong within just a thin layer of saree. A huge nathini was pierced into her nose and her braid looked thick and big. 

"Welcome Pallavi! you belong to my tribe now!"

Pallavi smiled in the warm welcome and her body quivered when she heared drums being played, but not in a familiar bengali way she was used to in Durga pujas. The sheer unknownness of the beats aroused her for some reason and she allowed it to breeze through her body. 

The unknown lover then poked something behind her and the weight and the widfth of the log like thing on the surface of the petticoat clad buttocks made Pallavi forget the surrounding and moan....

"Aaaaaahhhh!"

"Oh uhm........."

Pallavi had woken up and she realised it was just another teasy dream! She banged her fist onto the pillow and looked down to see yet again another wet patch on the groin area of her saree.

"Not again uff! do dreams even come real someday?"

Pallavi wondered and blushed when she realised how much her horny soul was anticipating Prajakta's son, a man she hasn't met yet, but the tension in the anticipation of a non-bengali strong man drove her wild already.

Pallavi sighed and leaned back on the bed, sitting with her legs still laid down. Her breasts within her blouse arose as she remembered the dominance of her future-mother-in-law and that too of a different caste! Not even a Bengali.

"What will her son look like? hmmm... different than the regular fair bong guys I have known in my life? Will he be different than what Debu used to be, as a man?"

Just then at the thought of Debosree all of a sudden, Pallavi decided to check on her. She rushed out of the bed and headed straightaway for her ex-nanad's room. Just before she cound enter inside, her eyes greeted a serious faced Subosree!

"Hi Subu...morning!" Pallavi pouted with a smile.

Subosree just breathed deep and rushed out with her bag. For the first time Pallavi noticed a serious or rather a nervous/guilty expression on her ex-nanad's face and she wondered..

"Why did Subu feel as if she has a burden in her mind? Hmmmmm...never seen her that tensed!" 

Anyways, Pallavi rushed in to see her ex-husband standing by the window. The naughty ex-wife took this golden opportunity for some more teasing and leg pulling. She slowly tiptoed untill she reached behind Debosree and slowly blew some breezy air on her neck. The sensation sent a slight shiver to the Bobby's whole body and she looked behind immediately.

"Ah Palo...oh it's you......"

Pallavi raised an eyebrow and made an 'awe' like expression on her face, while pouting.....

"Oh ho! You are already thinking of your future groom? Ufff!! So my ex-hubby has transformed mentally too!!! Hmmmmmm sweet!!"

The words sent an unknown jolt inside Debosree's body and at the same time, she also felt Pallavi wrap her hands around her neck too. That gesture reminded Debosree of the times when she was a man and used to nuzzle Pallavi's neck once. But at this moment, the presence of his ex-wife made him feel...

"Gay? Uhh! So disgusting! It means I am craving a man, only and only a man?? Eeeshh!"

Debosree cooed very softly, while Pallavi raised an eyebrow and blew air into her ear again with words...

"Debu! Did you say anything?"

"Uh no....nothing!" 

"Oh okay! Hey, why don't we both help maa in the kitchen?"

"Uh...kitchen?" Debosree bit her lip in a slight discomfort. Never had she been the kitchen person, quite normally because she had led a man's life earlier and now, she felt more feminization deep inside at the mention of the kitchen.

"Yes kitchen silly!! Subu has left for college and there are two girls in the house! Why shall I do all alone hmm?"

The more Pallavi made Debosree feel about being a woman herself, the more her body underwent small circuits of embarrassment and yet, she sighed and murmured with objection...."I won't!!"

In the meantime, a voice followed into the room..

"Yes Tai....yes I will! I certainly will....yes...."

The person on the call was Promila who entered the room and when she disconnected, she walked towards Debosree and Pallavi. 

In this moment, the naughty Pallavi greeted Promila first...

"Umm maa, who was it on the call?"

"Your new saasuma! Who else!" Promila smirked and Pallavi blushed deep red. Her body again welcomed a warm feeling at the pursuit of being a bride again! And even more thrilling was the whole idea of being married to a non Bengali!

Promila then shifted her attention to her new daughter!

"Debu....aren't you excited too?" 

With her mother's hand on her shoulder, Debosree felt another whole new shiver and she turned to face her, with apparently teary eyes!

"Uh maa.....I can't acc..accept tt ..this lll..iiffee! Uh! It's not easy yet!"

Promila surely had empathy for her once-son, and she sighed with a pout just then.....

"I know shona, but who will believe that you led a male life once! Even your Shulekha kakima's son has willingly transformed! I think you must go with the flow and I don't want complications entering your life!"

Debosree sighed in defeat once more and Pallavi added a whole new spice into the air...

"Umm maa, so is Mrs Kulkarni a ummm maharashtrian?"

Promila paused for sometime and nodded "yes beta! I wonder what made her choose a family outside her state!"

Debosree just kept quiet. She already hated that dominant lady.

"The culture might be different than ours right maa?" Pallavi pouted with actual curiosity and Promila honestly replied....

"Maybe shona, I am not sure, but she will surely keep you both well off!"

"Uh maa please!!!! Give me some time to accept my femininity first!! Let alone being a uhh...bride!!" 

Debosree's discomfort made Pallavi keep quiet, while Promila suddenly changed her rhythm from being the soft spoken mother to the stern admonishing one.....

"Debu!!!! Enough is enough! It's been a while you have returned home and you are always referring to your past life!!! I have already done a hawan in the house to acknowledge your rebirth and I shall be forced to be strict with you!! Mrs Kulkarni has sternly told me to make sure you are ready to be the bride of her family!!"

"Oh maa!!! Gosh...." Debosree whined as she is held the grill of the window, while Pallavi placed a hand on her mouth with awe, as she noticed the rage in Promila. The demure soft mother suddenly raged up like the goddess Durga!

Promila realised she was a bit too stern and she rubbed Debosree's tshirt clad back, while pouting to Pallavi...

"Palu shona, make sure your sister has worn a saree! Or else none of us shall entertain her! I will not talk to her the whole day! Teach her womanly etiquette!"

Promila commanded and left the room, while Pallavi smirked with a naughty "hmmmmmmm" to her ex-husband. 

Debosree couldn't believe the stern commanding aura of her mother and she shivered with horror at even the idea of wearing a saree.

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Mumbai :

"Hmmmmm... beautiful girls! And the one in the tshirt is a Bobby? Hard to believe..... she seems such a normal girl to me!"

Prajakta's husband smiled when she saw the pictures of her future bahus. He was at his office at this moment and underneath his robust moustache, he had a wide smile. He was relieved at the fact that his sons would settle as family men atlast.

"Glad you liked them! However, the Bobby is yet to be more demure and compliant! But don't worry, I will make sure everything is okay!" Prajakta pouted with a smile as she talked to her husband on the large LED screen on the hall wall.

"Okay great!" Prajakta's husband smiled back.

When Prajakta was done, she looked at the clock. She wondered immediately....

"Pushpa is late today! Why so?"

Prajakta confirmed from the other maids that Pushpa hadn't arrived yet and she decided to call the girl. However, the phone was not recieved at all, despite three tries. 

"Hmmm" Prajakta wondered and sat on her lavish sofa, allowing certain moments to pass by, untill a tapping of
Heels could be headed on the Italian marble of the house. The commanding lady looked up to see her secretary atlast, who marched ahead, almost tying her hair into the regular braid. 

"Pushpa! What took you so long?"

"Uhmm ma'am very sorry. I had a program!" Pushpa blushed and looked down. Her cheeks reddened in a way which was familiar to Prajakta and she got up the sofa to walk towards her secretary. 

"Hmmmnm, let me see..." Prajakta also tuned in a naughty smile and pushed aside the white collar of her secretary to see some sexy bite marks. The older lady then shoved the other collar to see bite marks as well. Without any pretentious shame, Prajakta pouted out...

"Hmmmm, how was the anniversary then? Weren't you late for home last night?"

Pushpa adjusted her collars back and still looked down, blushing like a bridal woman almost and then slowly murmured...

"Uhm...yes ma'am....it's just that, he didn't allow me to rest or pass an excuse! I felt a whole rush of submissiveness as he said that and uhm....he made sure I took a bath and change to my saree and dance to a Lavani untill he got ummm really driven and then we.....uhmmm....you know!"

"Very good! Pushpa, I believe you did the right thing! The man is supposed to control the wife at all costs!" 

"Uhm...yes! He made sure of that!" Pushpa blushed again, adding a kinky smirk to it this time.

"Okay anyways! Get on with your duty and set my appointments for today!" 

Prajakta commanded and allowed Pushpa to proceed with her daily work. The older lady noticed the slight stammering of her secretary and smiled at the mental idea of how the husband must have fucked her all night long out of their anniversary spirit and she also half wondered about the well sophisticated suited girl reducing to a Lavani dancer at bedroom just for her husband's pleasure. 

The thoughts made a smiling Prajakta wonder...

"My sons will have a similar command and dominance on their wives! I am very sure!"

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Kolkata :

Promila prepared some sandwiches and even while she did so, she had certain visuals in her mind....

Pallavi and Debosree in their bridal sarees! Red blood colored benarsi sarees! 

Both of them blushing and being taken to the mandap together!

At the time of vidai, both having teary eyes and it was Debosree who would be more teary!

Promila let a tiny giggle out at the idea of her Debu crying as the bride who would leave her house and go to her husband's house. But, at the same time it made her feel so weird that these new things were happening in her life! 

"Oh gosh.....so many things changed in my life! But Debu must accept the reality!"

Promila sighed and felt this greedy need to perform the vidai of not one, but two daughters this time! She wondered why this need occured in her mind! She wondered if this was some kind of a social fetish inside her. 

With these random thoughts in mind, Promila continued to do her work, when suddenly at that very moment...a fake cough sound reached her ears. She turned back to see Pallavi, who naughtily smirked....

"Maa, presenting to you....Debosree Bhattacharjee!"

The moment Pallavi stepped aside, Promila dropped the cheese and bread from her hands in a sheer unexpected delight and her lips curled slowly into a smile. Her eyes joyous with maternal affection and she opened her lips atlast...

"Oh Debu!"

There infront of her was Debosree who was clad in a saree and blouse and along with that, a very uncomfortable expression on her gorgeous face!