[Mintu08]

Chapter 12

Promila blinked blankly and remained silent for a moment and then she pouted with despair....

"Bouma? Why I mean.....aa... aren't you happy with Debu?"

Pallavi sighed and wondered around the room. Her unbathed body not bothering Promila anymore, because the words uttered from her bahu's mouth still kept echoing into her mind.

Pallavi was then stopped by Subosree. Her eyes sad and upset, as she pouted....."Boudi why?? I mean...why all of a sudden!"

"Yes bouma, I mean...why did you take this dicision?" Promila cooed once more. Her heart full of sadness and dark clouds of sorrow surrounded her mind already. Pallavi wondered around and wondered about what she should say at this moment. 

"It will be difficult for me to say this mamuni, but...." Pallavi hesitated to pout further. 

"But what? Hold on...Subo! Leave the room now. I need to talk to bouma alone!"

Subosree nodded with a gloomy face and left the room. Promila sighed and held her bahu's hands on her own, rubbing them for sometime and then pouted again...

"Bouma, why do you say so? You love my son right? You both love each other, then why ..."

"Because he is not 'Man' enough mamuni!" 

The moment stopped right there and then!

Several more sounds followed in support of the context...

Dark Rumbling Clouds!

Loud sound of a Train Engine!

A Huge Tide of a Stormy Sea Wave!

Slamming of a Sledge Hammer on a Metalic Plate!

And many more sounds elsewhere which resembled a Shocking Realisation!

Subosree stood outside the main hall and peeked through the curtain on the door. She bit her lip and took several sighs, wondering what the two were discussing about. Even from far she could see her bhabhi having a neutral expression, while Promila had a naturally sadness on her face.

"Bouma! Why do you say so?? I mean.....you both seemed so happy and satisfied inside!" Promila pouted. Her hands still clutched on her bahu's. She was almost mentally pleading "Why why why...."

Pallavi who had lost all patience by now, decided to be totally candid about her thoughts. She chose a dark bold avatar by helding back her sasuma's hands and then, she cooed...

"Mamuni, what if I tell you that your son was not very supportive in bed! He didn't give me the satisfaction I had craved for! He only made love like a matured older person, but not like the beastly male bull that I wanted in him!"

Promila felt steam leave her ears. The vocabulary, the aura and the persona of her bahu changed to a total 360 degree in total! Never had the matronly lady anticipated that she would hear such things from Pallavi, her only son's wife! Just a while ago she was considering herself to be the perfect happy mother with a son, a bahu and probably sooner or later, a grandchild on her arms!

But!

The images were now shattered and Promila couldn't believe that she had to see this day. Pallavi understood the plight of her sasuma's mind, she had deep empathy for the mature widow lady whose only son was Debojit. She walked ahead and nuzzled her own nose down Promila's cheek and cooed ..

"Mamuni, I am sorry I had to be blunt about this! But the fact is .......(sigh) the fact is that Debu cannot father a child! He is incapable of doing so because he is not ma...I mean, he just doesn't have it in him!"

Promila stood like a mannequin. A tiny tear drop escaped an eye and trickled down her cheek. Pallavi however continued to open her heart out. She didn't even care about the consequences! What if she got slapped by Promila? What if she would be kicked out of the house? Pallavi honestly didn't care! She was serious about her life and she wouldn't be a sufferer at any cost!

"Mamuni, can you live with the fact that I will wear a fake smile all my life while I am with your son and actually latently be sad and gloomy throughout my life? Will you accept the fact that your son's wife is only faking her happiness outside and crying deep inside? Will you be okay with this whole idea that the relatives will rather blame me for not giving a child to your son because the society will blame me rather than your son!"

Promila felt as if the clouds broke on top of her head. Such were the crude but the raw and and real words from her only bahu. But then the way Pallavi nuzzeled her nose on her sasuma's cheek and clutched to her shoulders, a whole new maternal side of Promila emerged out! But this maternal affection and empathy was for her bahu alone. For the first time, she kept her own son aside and mentally empathized with his wife! 

Deep inside Promila knew that in such cases it's the fault of only the man alone! And her ethics kept telling her that supporting Pallavi would be the right thing to do because it would be unfair to see such a young girl suffer with no fault of her's. 

But this was such an awkward moment! Such an unprecedented situation had arrived indeed and before Promila could even utter a word, the doorbell rang! 

Ding Dong!

The doorbell seemed like a moment of relief from the suffocating atmosphere Pallavi created with just words alone! 

Promila stood there again...

Dong Ding!

Ding Dong!

Promila knew it was the pujari, but she wondered on what grounds should she now conduct the pooja! The reason primarily was about anticipating a bright beautiful baby on the lap of her bouma, but now those images were already shattered.

Pallavi too didn't proceed to open the door. 

Subosree too heared the doorbell, but she just kept absent mindedly playing with the curtain next to her door. 

But just then, in the very next moment, Pallavi caught hold of Promila's shoulder and cooed ..."mamuni, if you want to cancel this pooja, I will apologize to Panditji..." 

"I.....uhm.... no wait...." Promila struggled with words, but stopped her bahu from proceeding further. Then after a breif pause, the matronly woman sighed once more and cooed...

"Open the door bouma. This pooja will not be cancelled at all! Rather, I will now conduct this pooja for your well being. I don't know what you have in mind, but even if you are not my bahu, you can be my daughter atleast!"

Pallavi's heart heaved high up the sky. What did her sasuma suggest exactly? Was she fine with her son's divorce? What was she implying? 

The questions remained but Pallavi saw a spark of confidence in Promila's eyes and for that reason, she proceeded to open the door. When Pallavi left the hall ro rush to the door, Promila stood silent and called out to her daughter...

"Subo! Get the thaali and the aarti ready. Pandit moshai has arrived!"

Subosree nodded and did as she was told. Although she still wondered about what conversation took place between her bhabhi and mother. 

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

Mumbai :

A Grand show was held at the 'Mens only Club' at Bandra West. The atmosphere inside the studio was hot and not the humid hot, but the steamy Hot!

The reason was very simple. The government agency had now reached out to a good amount of the weaker men who qualified perfectly for the Bobbyfication and now to contrast this category, they decided to recruit the other category, which will compliment and appreciate the Bobby squad..

The Macho Squad!

The host who was the only lady in the studio, wore a ravishing saree with a half sleeved blouse walked upto the stage and firstly wiped her forehead with her napkin. It was ironical because the AC was set at a good temperature and the whole set was quite cool, but the reason for the host to sweat was something she wouldn't admit to the world, but deep inside, she knew why.

The lady smiled to the panel of judges who would score the men that qualified and according to the scores, they would be given priority on Matrimonial sites which specifically was meant to meet up with future Bobbys!

"Respected judges, I welcome you to this very first edition of the Machi squad. I humbly request you to vote for the Hunk you feel is eligible in every way. Presenting to you our brand...

The lady waved her hand to a digital screen which had a small animation of the brand title...

MONEY AND MUSCLES

The judges were impressed with the title and applauded briefly and within a few moments, a sensual music bengan while spotlights of a blue purplish hue focussed on the center stage.

Not one, not two, but in total, 12 men stepped forward clad in just black thongs and all 12 looked like profesional bodybuilders! Their bodies were slightly oiled up which highlighted their bulging muscles very well. Infact the lady host felt moist between her legs by just looking at the hunks. She bit her lower lip and sat down near the camera crew. Her painted nails fumbling with her pallu, as the men came forward and introduced themselves. Although one thing was common in all 12, they all were eligible bachelors. 

Contestant 1 : Hi, I am Arvind Mehta from Andheri! I am the CEO of Fascinations Tourism! My net value is of 250 cr and these are my stats. 

The next moment, the man flexed and his biceps were clearly 15 inches atleast. The muscle mound on his arms made the lady host bite her lower lip and somehow she controlled her fingers from even running on her saree clad thigh.

Soon, the second man showed up!

Contestant 2 : Hello, this is Prathamesh Mohite! I am from Andheri East! I am the owner of Boulder Gym Association and my net value is 340 Cr! These are my stats.

The moustached man posed and his biceps bulged pretty well too, rising almost towards 16 inches. His dark skin tone made the lady host now clutch her pallu end firmly, still resisting the urge to slightly maul a breast through her pallu.

After sometime, the third hunk showed up and he had an even more impressive package. 

Contestant 3 : Hi, this is Daksh Kulkarni, I am the CEO of Sparkk Digital Media. My net worth is almost 500 cr and these are my stats!
  


The man outweighed the other two with his slightly more Herculean body mass and his biceps inched close to 17 and half in approximation. His trimmed beard and long pony tailed hair have him a Maratha Warrior like look. 

Later on the other 9 gradually came forward and introduced themselves. All nine having slight variations in body mass and biceps size, but one thing remained common. All twelve of the hunks were of a Bodybuilder stature and were filthy rich!

The lady host atlast came to the stage and couldn't help but stare at the semi naked men in their thongs, once more! Their rippling oily sheened bodies justified the squashy sound that came from between her legs, as she walked all the way to the stage.

"So judges! What do you feel about the hunks here! Whom would you vote first? Hmmnm?"

After the votes were cast, it was Daksh Kulkarni who recieved the most votes and numbers and the man sported a Bodybuilder like pose. The lady host realised that the Maratha man resembled Sangram Chougule a lot and therefore she felt hot like hell inside. The next moment, Daksh was called at the center stage for some random questions.

Judge 1 : Mr Kulkarni, congratulations first of all! Now that you are selected for the very first priority in the National Matrimony agency, how do you feel?

Feels good! I have achieved a lot and now I wish to settle with someone soon.

Judge 2 : Mr Kulkarni, tell us about your family. Are they here in Mumbai?

Yes they are here and I have seven other members in my family. A brother who is also into bodybuilding apart from business and ofcourse my father and mother who always has the confidence in me! 

Judge 3 : Mr Kulkarni, what is your opinion about the Bobbyfied transwoman? 

I believe they are as much as feminine and beautiful and admirable as any normal woman! Infact I wouldn't even mind if tomorrow me or my brother decide to settle with a Bobby! I don't believe in any castism at all, so both of us are open to all the beauties in the Nation! Be it a Bobby or a Non-Bobby.

Judge 4 : Great to hear the response! One last question, to whom would you dedicate the award to and who has been your inspiration?

My first and foremost inspiration is none other than my own father Mr Harish Kulkarni who has been a Bodybuilder himself and still inspires me. I am also proud of my younger brother Harsh. He is equally efficient in business and he is also physically fit and love bodybuilding to the core.

The judges were impressed with the answers and once again the whole pannel clapped for Daksh. The hunk smiled and even as he waved, his biceps bulged well and his thigh muscles rippled as he walked back. 

Moments later, when the show was at its finishing zone, Daksh was called by the lady host while she held the award.

The lady host was a fair Punjabi girl who couldn't help but admire Daksh's dark wheatish tone muscled body. She touched his shoulder softly and cooed...

"Congratulations Mr Kulkarni, you shall be given the first priority in all Matrimonial sites. Is there anything else we can do for you?" 

The lady host almost behaved like a desperate whore willing to get fucked real hard and raw by the rich hunk, but Daksh didn't bother much, he rather teased her by accepting the trophy and pouting....

"Hmmmmmm I will let you know later maybe? As for now, the trophy will be fine!"

Even when Daksh cooed the words out, his masculine breath itself made the lady host so hot that she had to excuse herself with a smile. Excusing herself from the panel, she rushed to the washroom and had to strip away her saree to finally acess her very very wet dripping hole and with the memory of Daksh and the other eleven hunk, she fingered herself. Infact just by merely imagining all twelve banging her one by one had her buckle her body atleast thrice, reaching a satisfying orgasm.

Later on, with a relaxed sigh, the lady host left the studio. It was indeed a pleasure for her to see such manly hunks from upclose and she smiled as she sat in her car and drove home.

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

Kolkata :

Not very far away from Promila's house was another house where a girl prepared food with her mother. The girl had an extra sway to her hips which were reasonably curvy and her lips sang our with slight murmers....

"Ami Kolkatar Roshogolla!

Ami Kolkatar Roshogolla..."

(I am a sweet from Kolkata)

The girl murmured untill her mother showed up clanking a jar on the kitchen slab with lots of anger in her eyes. The angry lady was none other than Shulekha Ganguly and the girl who swayed her body as she sang was none other than her once son, who was now her daughter.

After Bobbyfication, Shulekha's son had changed his name from Ravi to Rebika. In short Reba.

"Reba, will you stop swaying your hips like that? Gosh!! Why on earth did you undergo this awful operation! I mean wearing sarees and all is fine, but I am not liking this ultra feminine attitude! Have you seen how your old friends Rono and Shontu stare at you now?"

"Uff ho maa! Ofcoarse they will stare at me and don't be so backward okay? I am fine being a woman and Bobbys are humans too!"

Rebika almost barked at her mother. He had voluntarily agreed for Bobbyfication when he was in Dubai and he still remembered the shock on her mother's face when she waved at her at the airport. Gone was the son and now she was a fully fertile woman!

"Uff look at the sway of your hips Reba! Even I didn't have it when I was young and unmarried."

Reba then cooed cutting the vegetables.."Maa! It is this sway which made Ghoshal Babu reduce the rent of our house!" Pouting so, Reba sighed for sometime and then resumed cutting the vegetables.

"Ghoshal reduced the rent for your sway?? What the hell does that mean???" Shulekha was furious and she caught the shoulder of her Bobbyfied son and made him turn to face her. Eye to eye!. 

"Do I need to say what it means maa? Ghoshal babu is a man afterall!!" 

*SLAAAAAPPPPP!!!!!!!*

Shulekha slapped her once son and Reba didn't respond one bit. She rather continued to chop the vegetables. His mother on the other hand couldn't handle the sight of her transgender son's hip sway and she rushed to her room crying!

Images of the landlord Ghoshal babu and her now womanly son disturbed her and she kept crying for sometime. Her son apparently didn't mind being a woman, but she being the mother, had mental issues with just imagining her son with their landlord and she had been a fool in wondering how did the rent get such a fascinating discount!

On the other hand, Reba somehow found solace in her new body. When she was a man, she couldn't gather the courage to tell her mother than she never liked masculine activities, but rather had a feminine curiosity on life. And somehow she also realised the pros and cons. As for the pros, she was now cunning enough to entice the stupid old landlord by just flirting with him and allowing him to get just slightly physically frisky and in return the rent had dropped quite well, allowing him to save more. Luckily after Reba returned from Dubai, she just stuck to freelancing, not bothering to showcase her gender to her clients. 

But Reba had bigger plans. She wanted to have a martial life with a man and she felt butterflies in her stomach as she continued her kitchen work.

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

Meanwhile, Taj Hotel Mumbai:




After winning the prestigious award, Daksh decided to take some rest in the hotel untill the next morning when he would get back to his family. The filthy rich hunk took a quick bath and wiped his robust sexy body with the cushiony hotel towel. Once he reached his cock, he realised it was throbbingly erect and he was genuinely proud of his width and girth and even length. 

Buf Daksh sighed when he realised he had very few contact with women in general! He knew the pandemic was responsible and somehow he felt he was incomplete. He yearned for a woman next to him, a pair of lips he could kiss. A pair of globular round breasts he could grope and a moist deep vagina he could get into!

Daksh also knew the fact that being a muscular pehelwan with regular workouts and a good healthy diet, he had highly sexual urges and therefore he often relieved himself in isolation. The slight flirting with the lady host had made him hot and fiery inside and therefore in his towel wrapped condition itself, he sat on his bed with legs up and spread. 

The very next moment, with another long sigh, Daksh loosened the grip of the towel from his waist and shoved it off his lap in an instant. The Maratha hunk smiled with pride as he saw his majestic dark brown warrior cock which stood in all its glory straight up facing the posh ceiling fan. Daksh had a firm rugged hand by genetics alone. He forwarded his rugged palm and wrapped it around his big fat cock and squeezed the base a bit. His cock throbbed more and it looked immensely monstrous with the trail of veins on its darker skin and not to mention, the plump helmet like head with a prominent peeslit.

Daksh sighed again and ran his fingers all over his cock and admired it like a trophy he has held. Imagining some sensual feminine girls in his mind, often wearing a saree like his own mother, he began to slowly and seductively masturbate himself and when he realised he was missing something, he plopped open an entire 150 ml of a sanitizer and dipped the liquid on his throbbing dark cock untill it glistened sexily. 

Waiting no longer, Daksh began to masturbate now and this time he leaned on the bed wall and closed his eyes. The spongy ploppy sounds added well with the AC air in the hotel room and the marathi hunk continued to shake and stirr his package slow and smooth. One more thing Daksh was proud of was ofcoarse his prolonged sessions with himself because his mighty cock took its own sweet time to spit the potent venom out and this would happen only when his hairy fat balls almost doubled up in size.

Therefore Daksh continued to stirr his dong, shake it, press the base and even tap the plumhead when needed. The shiny oily cock rose up to a whole nine and a half inches atleast, as he continued to wank himself with more and more intensity now. 

Almost after a while, Daksh reached his orgasm with his peeslit shooting thick jets of creamy potent curd and that too with five jerks atleast. All five equally creamy and thick that landed up in various areas, including his muscled thighs, hard abdomen and even on his firm abs. 

"Ah!" Daksh sighed in relief and decided to take a small nap after a satisfying orgasm, but the male bull was barely satisfied. Even when he slept he indulged in brief dreams of a dream woman teasing him wearing a red saree with a red half sleeve blouse and when red bangles! The mystery girl made sensual hip movements with her body, but the more Harsh ran after her, the more she ran further too. This, keeping the dream only to a Tease level.

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Kolkata : 

Panditji had finally begun the pooja and Promila with her bahu and daughter sat around the yagna fire. None of the spoke a word to each other nor did they looked a glance on the other. All three ladies had their own thoughts in their mind.

Subosree -

I don't know what boudi and maa talked about but my heart is still beating white from anticipating the reaction of dada bhai when he comes to know that boudi wants to divorce him! His heart will break for sure and my heart aches badly to see him in that condition. I pray to bhogoban that dada bhai and boudi sort out the things between themselves!

Promila -

I still can't believe bouma said those crude words herself! "Divorce!" The ugly word which I never even expected in the worst of my dreams, let alone in reality! I hate to admit the fact that surely Debu has not been productive enough on bed and maybe that is why bouma is upset, no not just upset.....yes Angry! Very angry infact. I could see the rage of Maa kaali in her eyes and this is the typical rage when a fully fertile woman has not doused the heat deep within. I know I shouldn't go against my son, but bouma is also like my own daughter. It's my ethical duty to stand by her.

I also don't know why suddenly Anindita's words are echoing in my mind! Why is my heart turning white all of sudden! What is my bhogoban trying to tell me!

Pallavi -

I know what mamuni and Subo are thinking in this moment. The ugly crude fact of a sexually inferior son is hard to digest! But I am not Gandhari who will compensate for what my husband doesn't have! Rather, I firmly believe in my own rights and how can I admit that Anirban and Shohini's dream made me feel so worse! If I hadn't seen their enticing sexual moments in my dream, perhaps I wouldn't be so crude with my own mother in law! 

But, I will certainly not betray myself wearing a fake wifey smile when internally I am suffering! 

The pooja continued and the three just focussed on the fire on the hawan kund. The pooja was initially meant for the future welcome of Debojit and Pallavi's child, but now, Promila only prayed for her son's mental health when he would get to know about the divorce. However, it was Pallavi who was deep into some thought. Her expressions were very neutral and whenever Promila looked at her, her heart would stirr with unknown fear for some reason. Her brain also kept asking deep inside her....

"What if Anindita and everyone else comes to know about this? Where will my family reputation stand? Ei bhogoban amaye shahosh dao! (Give me mental strength god!)

Once the pooja was over, the Pandit raised his hand to bless everyone, however when Promila gave him his fee, he couldn't help but ask...

"Promila boudi, I didn't get to know the reason for the pooja"

Subosree sighed with a long pause. What could she say? While Pallavi looked down and Promila wondered what can she say, looking at the normal warm smiling Panditji. After a paise, the elderly lady just pouted with a forced half smile....

"Pondit moshai, the reason is very personal. I am afraid!" 

"That's alright, allow me to take a leave now!" Panditji smiled and once he left. Promila rushed to close the door and sinxs she was reluctant to even face her bahu, she just took hold of the pooja thali and was about to keep it back inside the holy room when suddenly Pallavi took a grasp of her forearm and cooed....

"Mamuni, I....I also have decided to do one more thing! Please, do not get me wrong...."

The negative air molecules expanded in size through the air and in the meantime Subosree headed out of the hall to her room. No sooner had she left the hall threshold, she headed a loud clanking sound! 

Raising her eyes, the girl peeked inside and saw an even more shocked Promila and the thaali which she was holding a while ago had dropped down, making a mess on the clean tiles. While, Pallavi sighed and left the hall the next moment. Her eyes not having any emotion at this moment, while Promila just stood there like a mannequin.

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

New Delhi : 

At a posh restaurant, a short middle aged lady browsed through the section of the Macho Squad and continuously rubbed her own plump thighs underneath her long kurti. All twelve hunks were now on the priority list with Daksh Kulkarni being the primary prospect. 

The lady was Reema Saigal, a Matrimonial expert and she was popularly known as Reema aunty!



Gladly due to Bobbyfication, the ratio of the very less amount of females had been filled in to a whole 25 % from the earlier 4 %. But even when more and more wimp and meek makes were being Bobbyfied, the ratio still had to be filled!

"How to fill in the gap? Hmmm mmmmmmm okay...." 

Sipping on her cuppechino, Reema aunty decided to make a proposal to the agency and only hoped it would be approved. She was under the primary responsibility to make sure that all the Macho Squad men had partners and therefore, the mature lady proposed two more categories...

Category D and Category W

Reema then decided the significance of the two categories. 

CATEGORY D - 

All those women who has been recently divorced for various reasons and are single at the moment. The agency would trace them and send emails to them individually. Age range would be 20 and above.

CATEGORY W -

Those perticular women who were widows and have given up hope on a healthy sexual life. The agency would give them priority too after tracing them as per state and city and irrespective of their age and status, they would be offered proposals from the Masculine Hunks too. 

In other words, the agency wouldn't allow any female to be single because the ratio of the men were significantly higher and therefore even the Bobbys wouldn't be enough to fill in the void. Women of all stations in society had to join in to fill in the gap and this is exactly what Reema had suggested. 

Clicking on the Send button, Reema sipped from her cup once more, awaiting the response from the agency. She crossed her fingers, expecting a positive response because she was in-charge of ensuring that the Macho Squad has enough women to propose.

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Kolkata, around 10 pm :

After a long meeting with a client, Debojit drove inside his house and after he parked his car, he was surprised! 

He looked around to see two unexpected vehicles close to his house. One being a normal Honda Accord and the other being a security officer Jeep. An already lethargic Debojit wondered...

"A security officer Jeep in my house?? And whose Honda car is that?? What's going on..."

"Did a Burglar broke into my house?? Is maa, Subo and Palo alright??"

With several questions inside his mind, Debojit rushed to his house and the moment he realised that the door was open, his heart skipped beats. The door of the house opened for no reason and that too with a security officer Jeep parked outside wasn't a good sign for sure. But, without further imagination, Debojit slowly opened the door.

Once Debojit opened the door. The whole atmosphere inside the house was gloomy and dark and sad, but still these three words seemed like an understatement!

On the sofa were four people. On one end sat Pallavi with a neutral expression. Next to her was Promila who had her pallu next to her eyes. Clearly the lady had shed a few tears for sure.  Next to Promila, sat a middle aged man who apparently looked like a lawyer and next to him was a security officer officer with a burly thick moustache and an apparent stern expression on his face. His presence was of a typically toxic masculine man with a slight pauch and a rugged figure and he even tip tapped his security officer stick on his other palm lightly, as he stood up atlast!

"Mr Debojit Bhattacharya right?" The cop had a dark dominant tone.

"Yy...yes..it's me.....but what makes you come here officer??"

Debojit's tone was so shakey that Promila felt her heart fall out of her mouth into her hands. She didn't know what to say and on the other hand Pallavi placed a hand on her sasuma's shoulder. There was an apparent mutual psychological understanding between the two by now because the moment Pallavi's palm touched the shoulder, Promila stood straight, wiping some last bits of her tears from around her eyes.

Subosree on the other hand remained behind a curtain, peeking on whatever was happening on the main hall. Her own eyes full of shock and sadness!

"Mr. Bhattacharya! We have recieved a complaint from your wife regarding Impotency and Underperformance! And therefore I have to have you submit to a Bobby Medical Organisation and I have the authority to do so!"

Debojit dropped his briefcase down the tiles and stood like a prisoner subjected to an awful punishment all of a sudden! His mouth wide opened to spit out loud...."WHAT??"

The loud panic from her son made Promila feel awful, but Pallavi shrugged her shoulders and looked to the other side. Her petal like lips opened atlast....

"He is right Debu. The complainant was lodged by me!"

Even while Pallavi said so, she looked down to see Promila's palm on hers and on the other hand Debojit just stood aghast like a mannequin! He didn't move one bit.

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Be tuned

[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!

[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!

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


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. 

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


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!

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

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!

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

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.

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

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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]

Be tuned

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Be tuned for tomorrow:) thank you for all the love once more.

[Mintu08]

Chapter 15

Kolkata, Oh Calcutta! Restaurant :

Promila and Pallavi book a table where they could freely be themselves and indeed the delicious food made them somehow open up more to each other. Promila opened her heart to her once-bahu! 

"I remember when Debu, his father and me came here for the first time. He was small, sitting on my lap, insisting me to feed him!" 

A naughty Pallavi munched and cooed...."Mamuni, the 'small' word somehow disturbs me... I don't know why!" 

A current of sadness ran within Promila's body and she remembered the reason for all the consequences her son was facing today. A sudden memory triggered the widow woman's mind and she sniffed a bit. The sniffy sound caught hold of Pallavi's ears easily and she pouted..."mamuni, what happened? I am sorry if my words...."

"Sniffff...no bouma, not the words ...but the reality in the words! It's sad Debu couldn't give you a child and make me a happy grandmother! Don't you wish to be a mother bouma? I mean.... doesn't it hurt your insides! Your soul? Don't you feel incomplete??" 

The words surprisingly came from Promila's mouth and Pallavi was happy that her mother-in-law was a practical woman, rather than someone who would rather take the son's side. Feeling more open, Pallavi cooed...."I do mamuni...but, (sighs) I don't know what I should do now! I yearn for companionship but I still love your son! I mean....not like the wide anymore though..."

The delicious food aroma and the quality moments made Promila appear more transparent to her bahu and she caught hold of her palms immediately and cooed..."Make me a promise right here!" 

"What promise mamuni?" Pallavi cooed. She felt a warmth from her mother-in-law's palm on hers for some reason. A warmth that assured a long lasting friendship. 

"Call me Maa from now on and I will call you Palu! You are now my daughter, just like Subo!" 

Promila had a smile that assured Pallavi of how true the words were. However, being the naughty soul she was, Pallavi cooed back with a mischievous smirk....

"Not only Subo! Now Debu too..." 

"Oh umm eeeshhh I totally forgot....yes....Debu too ofcoarse!" Promila felt a shiver when she said that and then touched her mouth in embarrassment, pouting...."ei bhogoban... what day I am about to witness! My son is on the way to become a..."

"A beautiful woman! Like me, like Subo! Like you!" Pallavi cooed with a mischievous glare, but her words had truth!

"Me? Do you think an old widowed woman is still beautiful?" Somehow Promila felt a warmth inside from being complimented. Her life was pretty much dry and even the slight compliment from Pallavi sprinkled some drops on her. But, then she too reciprocated by pouting....

"Palu shona, now that we have a mother-daughter relationship, you must listen to your maa! It may surprise you, but I want you to forget the past and live life afresh again!" 

Pallavi felt an adrenaline rush in her stomach from the words. Her eyes wide in their beautiful doe form and yet she politely cooed..."mm..maa...are you.. suggesting th...a ."

"Yes Palu, shona, you should again get settled, it is my heartfelt wish! The only way I can repent for my son's unfairness to you is by getting you to settle again and believe me, I am okay with it!"

Pouting so Promila grasped Pallavi's palm in a genuine maternal way and Pallavi on the other hand, pouted back....

"Maa.... I know how hard it is for you to say these things, but.... my...."

"Say it. Be open with me Palu shona!" Promila insisted.

"It's just that maa....my coven is so empty....I don't feel alive so much!! Your son shattered my hopes so much!" Pallavi sounded genuine, because the fact remained that she was hurt by Debojit's inability to be a good sexual male partner. However, Promila blushed at the word 'coven' and let a minor giggle out of nowhere!

The giggle from Promila made Pallavi smile and pout..."what's funny maa?"

"I liked that word..."Coven!" So crude, but such a synonymous word for a vagina!" Promila opened up like a breath of fresh air and Pallavi liked it too and she felt some more naughty ants bite her insides and made her say...

"Maa!!! If you want me to look for a groom then fine! You will not only take me to a beauty parlor for my portfolio, but you shall also take me out shopping!! You will buy everything from the benarasi saree to some more jewelleries for marriage. Remember I had told you that I want to be pampered!! Much more than Subo!!!!"

Promila dropped a tear from her eye. She forgot how surreal things were around her and just thanked God for showing Pallavi a new life because she had genuinely empathized with her bahu and somehow realised that perhaps Bobbyfication was suitable for her not so manly son. 

"If my son is not man enough! It doesn't mean he has to be rotting in a male body! Son or daughter, Debu is still my child! I will accept his new identity" 

Promila cooed in mind and then pouted to Pallavi..

"I will do whatever my shona Palo says! Now let's order some sweet dish!"

Pallavi smiled sweetly and had just placed the order when suddenly her phone buzzed. She noticed an unknown number and yet picked up the call.

"Hello?...hello?...hold on please.." Pallavi didn't get range and excused herself out to recieve the call properly. In the meantime, Promila tapped the table silently in some cobwebbed memories...

Flashback : 1999 

Promila awaited her husband in her benarsi saree and her red and white bangles clanked softly as she admired herself for the special night. Her lips were reddened well for the simple fact that the juicy petals would urge her husband to suck on them and her heaving breasts awaited some mauls and gropes which would send her on an orgasmic delight. 

And then!

The door opened.

Debojit's father stepped in dressed in white kurta and dhoti. His eyes not at all leaving his wife as she sat on the bed with upraised knees, sitting like a typical bride in anticipation. 

"Ufff ki shundor!" (So beautiful) Debojit's father cooed.

"Tahole kache eshe bhalo kore dekho!" (Look closer) Promila cooed in her fresh bridal tone. Her slim yet decently curvy body awaiting many touches and gropes from her husband and the moment he sat, he touched her chin and studied her face carefully! 

"Uff! Ekdom Momota Shonkor lagcho!" (You resemble Mamta Shankar so much!) 

A young Promila blushed when she was compared to the beautiful actress and she cooed..."Dhatt! Ami ki oto shundor?) (Am I really so beautiful?)

"Shotti!" (Really!) Debojit's father smiled and kissed a cheek first. The first ever kiss on the cheek made Promila close her eyes. Then the other cheek was kissed. Slowly her whole face was kissed all over, including her jaws and forehead and even earlobes. The soft kisses made Promila grasp the broad shoulders of her husband. 

Promila then felt her husband's lips on her's once more and this time, Debojit's father chewed and kissed on the lips for some more time, savouring the lips in their totality. Promila was in her bride heaven already. She then laid down and allowed her man to nibble on the neck while taking out the jewellery one after one from her neck. 

The hands mingled with each other and the legs clashed each other as well. Promila felt her husband's weight on her's and slowly his hands settled on her blouse buttons, unbuttoning slowly slowly and in the meantime, he too got out of his kurta and made more love to her. Slowly slowly she and her husband discarded and even when the actual sex began, Promila's husband would cooe to her...

"Promu darling, what would you want?'

"Ahh ummm what you mean?"

"Are baba, a son or a daughter??"

"Aaaah ummmmmmm....aah! how can I say that?"

"Are tell na!"

"A sweet daughter! like me!"

"Not a son?"

"Hmmmmmm....I would like a daughter aahmmmmmmm!"

"Lets see hmmmm"

The rest of the nights went with moans and groans untill Promila felt thick doses of ejaculations inside her. 

Promila didn't stop here, she moved to her next long-lost memory....

Flashback - year 2002 

Promila was having her god-bharai and her mother brought in a surprisingly spiritual lady to bless her pregnant daughter. The safron saree clad lady sat and rubbed the head of the pregnant Promila and blessed her, asking her a simple questian..."What is it you are expecting khoki?"

"Ummmm how can I answer that gurumaa?" Promila blushed and cooed.

"Promi, answer her whatever you feel like. Gurumaa is here to bless the child!" Promila's mother pouted with a smile.

"Okay maa. Gurumaa, I would prefer a sweet daughter like me! in this pandemic, I pray for a daughter, only daughter!"

"Sweet! khoki, very sweet of you. Have more and more sweet fruits and pray to god, I am sure the prayer will be listened!" 

Promila remembered the words from the Gurumaa long ago when she was pregnant with Debojit. Although having a certain rational mind, she, out of maternal pleasure wished for a girl, but wasn't disappointed when the child was a boy. However, she became the typical overprotective mother with Debojit as he grew up. Although, Subosree's birth had satisfied her wish to become a mother of a daughter, somehow she had this latent view that her son had beautiful features just like her....Round big eyes, delicate lips and unblemished fair skin.

"Maybe god  wished Debu to fall in the right body after all these years! A late response, but I must accept it...." 

Promila cooed as she played with her spoon and in the meantime, Pallavi showed up and she had this very speedy pace where she rushed and sat taking a deep breath! Her sudden presence made Promila puff off all the thoughts in her mind and focus on the apparently excited girl.

"Palu shona? what happened? whose call was it?" Promila cooed curiously.

Taking a long deep breath, Pallavi demurely covered her mouth with raised eyes. Promila wondered....

Was that a sorrow?

or a Shock? or a Giggle?

The hand was shifted by Pallavi atlast and a very awed expression wore on her lips and the lips opened atlast..."Uhmm maa... it was Dr Gupta on the call..."

"What did she say? is Debu alright??" Promila cooed. Her heart concerned if her son was okay and her tone sounded very maternal too.

"Yes, he is fine maa, it's just that me, you and even Subu have to visit the Bobby medical center tomorrow morning!"

"Oh......for what actually?" Promila wondered. If her son was okay then what was the reason for the gathering of his family members. She wondered, untill Pallavi surprised her with her words and it wasn't a regular surprise at all. It left Promila's mouth open with an awe!

"Dr Gupta wants all three of us to discuss the probable attributes and shapes for Debu! as per the law, the female family members of the patient must give inputs like... ummm the physicalities..."

A strange bizzare silence took place in the restaurant between Pallavi and Promila, who kept her mouth open wide for sometime and then she sighed and showed signs of acceptance on her face, pouting,....."O goodness.....hmmmmmm!"

The silene continued for some more time till both the ladies reached home and Pallavi didn't interrupt Promila anymore. Both the women slept on their respective beds in their own rooms. The night too passed silently!

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

In the meantime, Mumbai :

A handsome Daksh was dressed in a lavish suit as he posed at the studio chair. His portfolio was finally being uploaded for marriage prospects. Reena aunty joined in and patted the hunk's back pouting...."That's a strong back you have young man!"

"Thank you aunty, I pump well!" Daksh naughtily winked and the mature lady felt a small shiver running through her body for a breif amount of time, but then smiled and walked aside to allow the photographers to begin their work. A naughty Reema aunty was very sure that if the photography crew had  a woman, she would be nuts for Daksh, because of his manly aura.

Daksh posed, looking left, right and then front with hands firmly placed on the sides of his suit and a smile remained planted on his face. His trimmed beared and moustache giving him almost a Lucifer like look and his smile devilishly charming!



"Thank you Mr Kulkarni, now please join in with Miss Reema for a brief interview!" 

Daksh smiled and sat opposite Reema aunty, who had to sit with crossed legs to avoid a minor faint patch on her crotch area to be seen by the media around. The mature lady had silently creamed herself just at the sight of a passive Daksh alone and she mentally wasn't even guilty about it, because the hunk had such an irresistible aura.

The interview began and his family had gathered to see it live. At the Kulkarni villa, not only Mr and Mrs Kulkarni saw their son with pride, but even Daksh's sisters Pratiksha and Faluguni sat besides their mother to see their hunk brother facing the camera like a Filmstar!

"Bhau is looking so handsome, right aai?" Pratiskha the bubbly mischevious one cooed. Her long ponytails made her face look radiant and she had a spicy smile.

"Ofcoarse Pratu! bhau is bhau!" Falguni cooed too. She and Pratiksha had a friendly chemistry as always and they were surprisingly twins. 

"Gappa bas atta! haiku de!" (Let me listen now, you both keep quiet!) Mrs Kulkarni sat with pride to see her son give the interview, while Mr Kulkarni sipped some scotch and admired his son on screen.

The interview began with Reema aunty's questions...

Daksh, finally you are on the first stage of being a groom and now we shall see who is the lucky bride! What is your view of your future wife?

Hmmmmmmm....I always have this dream of a traditional saree clad soft angel life girl who teases me and runs away. I believe I will now get that girl and no way she can escape from my arms now!

Hmmmmm lovely way to answer. Is there a specefic state you would like to start with or do you prefer to stick to Maharashtra only?" 

Hmmmmm....I have a thing for..East-indian girls...to be honest. And this fascination took place when I had an Assamese teacher in college, she was very pretty and fair and she made my hormones run immediately!

The answer from Daksh surprised the Kulkarnis, specially his mother, who looked at her husband and noticed that he had a frown expression on his face. While, on the other hand, Prajakta raised an eyebrow to Falguni, who smirked and cooed to her mother...."Aai! bhau wants a fair ripe cow I think hehe!"

"Sssh....let me listen further!" Mrs Kulkarni saw further.

The interview continued...

That is interesting! so you are planning to get a non-maharashtrian girl into the family? hmmmmm... how about a sweet bong girl? what is your opinion?

Hmmmmm I am totally fine with it and yes why now, the East girls have a beauty that can be ummm best described as Rass--gila... a sweet I presume!

Rashogolla! yes its a Bengali sweet. Hmmmm lovely interview Daksh! Let's begin the hunt for a sweet eastern girl for you then!

Yes you may.

The interview ended and on the other hand, Mrs Kulkarni sighed and wondered how it will be when Daksh brings a non-maharashtrian girl as his wife. Mr Kulkarni sighed too and kept quiet for sometime. However, it were the sisters who seemed kind of excited. They got up form the sofa and cornered themselves gossiping in a playful way...

"What you think of bhau's words Falgu?" Pratiksha cooed.

"I am okay with it! I am imagining a Fair curvy sweet girl who has no clue of our tradition!!" Falguni cooed.

"Hmmmmmmmm that means we can tease her to the fullest!!!" Pratiksha winked and Falguni winked back...."For Sure hehe!"

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

Next Morning :

The morning began with a surprised shocked face from the sweet Subosree who couldn't believe her ears. The words from her bhabhi seemed bizzare!

"Subo, get ready, it is going to be a fun day. We will help your dada bhai get some beautiful features for his new body!"

Pallavi smacked her lips with a bright pink lipstick and the saree she wore, looked decently expensive. A bright orange chiffon with a pink half sleeve blouse. The once-married wife groomed herself as if she was being dressed for an occassion. Subosree, who was already upset at her bhabhi for her divorce decision, now hated her even more! 

Afterall Pallavi had broken her dadabhai's heart!!

"Umm no boudi, I don't feel like going. It feels so weird!"

"Boudi?? dhutt! I am not your dadabhai's wife anymore. Call me Palo didi from now on and practise calling your dadabhai as 'didbhai'!"

A tremor passes through Subosree's body as she hears Pallavi say so. Her bhabhi or ex-bhabhi for that matter, sounded so different! She wasn't sounding like that demure sweet wife she was, rather she enjoyed mocking her once-husband while he was undergoing Bobbyfication!

"Dhutt! how can I call dadabhai that? I feel so odd..."

Just then, another voice joined in and this voice shook Subosree even more!

"Subo! your Palo didi is right. All three of us must go because it is a rule as per the law. We cannot avoid it. Now get ready quick!"

Both Pallavi and Subosree looked aside to see a fully groomed Promila step in and she was decently dressed in an offwhite cream colored saree and a white blouse. Despite being a highly educated woman, she respected the fact that widows were not allowed to wear anything colorful or radiant and yet she mature woman looked radiant in a way. 

"Maa......boudi was saying...." Subosree cooed and was stopped by her mother once more...

"Yes Subo, she is right. It is better you accept the reality"

Subosree was typically obedient of her mother and therefore she had to agree. She quickly got ready in a regular salwar-kameez and while she sat inside the car, she looked at both her mother and her ex-bhabhi. Promila had a neutral expression, while Pallavi had a kind of a mischevious half-smile. The car headed straightaway to the Bobby Medical Center.

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

USA  : 

Harsh was again lost in a dream. The muscled man was semi-exposed within his satin sheets and he kept rubbing lightly on his hard pecs and then down to his highly aroused big dark cock, as he smiled and enjoyed his dream....

Harsh P.O.V -

I heard her anklets once more! My penis surged with immense blood supply at the sound of her anklet alone, but I never heard her voice yet! I was buck naked and my organ breathed with me as my eyes wondered around a deep dense forest to see the mystery woman who was teasing me from a long time and I didn't even lay a finger on her yet. 



Just then I noticed a bright red saree pallu from the other end of a distant tree. I smiled and my penis grew some more. I hurriedly reached for the tree and grabbed the red pallu and ah! here she was, but her face remained covered with her pallu. I was hungry enough to shove the pallu from her face, but she shifted her face aside, nodding No to me. I somehow respected that and rather looked down at her arms and belly, which were exposed. Her hair was tied, but yet it looked alluring on her.

Fair soft hands with small palms and that too with red and white bangles on the forearms! My penis was at its fattest right now! The head angry and eager to enter something deep and wet!

I smiled and tiptapped her belly with my firm brown fingers and she shivered! But she didn't utter a word yet. She was still resisting me and I wanted to ravage her, eat her up and plant gallons of semen inside her! 

"Speak to me please! I yearn to hear your voice!!" I cooe to her, but she remained silent. As if, she resisted my touch, but she couldn't escape my grasp! My biceps bulged around her shoulders as I firmly grasped her and kept nibbling her pallu covered face. My penis hitting her saree clad curvy bottom and how much I wished to strip her off and see who is she! what is she! I wanted to know who this fair angel was!! So fair and so silky! I was getting insane as I held her firm.

She had this novelle smell! It certainly wasn't a smell I would smell from my mother or sisters! was it a different hair oil she used? I didn't know. Anyways I held her firm and this time I caught hold of her palm. So soft and so smooth! I kiss her palm, lick the fingers one after one, but just then I noticed one more thing. It shook me a bit! Her cleavage had a scar, not a prominent one, but a simple slim lining! But I didn't care so much about it, because her two round firm breasts clad in her red blouse was inviting my potential gropes. 

I groped one blouse clad breast and her pallu covered face moaned! 

I groped the other this time and a bigger moan escaped!

Not bearing anymore, I was eager to now see who the angel was and when I let go off her breasts to shove off the pallu off her face....

The dream was gone! 

"Whaa........aaahh................another typical dream! daamn!!" Harsh moaned to himself and realised that his abs and thighs were full of creamy potent spurts. With a long sigh he cuddled a pillow on his arms as if the dream girl's curvy backside was resting on his chest yet once more. But Harsh was happy in a way. He was getting back to India next week and hopefully he wished that he would find that very dream girl as his bride! 

With a bull like sigh again, the macho marathi stud looked up at the ceiling and wondered when he will inseminate inside an actual fertile woman, rather than wasting his precious creams.

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

Bobby Center :

Promila, Pallavi and Subosree was awed to see the ineriors of the Bobby Lab. It seemed surreal and too progressive and futuristic for a country like India. But the Air condtion and the calmness was an amazing soothing experience for all three ladies. 

"Oh my maa! this is surreal! right Subu?" Pallavi cooed in amazement.

"Yes boudi, it seems like some movie-based lab!" Subosree pouted in amazment as she looked around.

"Kolkata is surely getting modern. Hmmmmmmm... this is such an expensive lab!" Promila pouted next. 

The three walked further and was greeted by a ward-man who escorted them to Dr Gupta's cabin. The three of them were not only welcomed with good comfortable chairs, but a robotic hand placed a tray of three glasses of fresh orange juice infront of them. Promila almost shook a bit when the robotic hand placed the tray and went back inside a wall corner of the room.

"Hello. I am Dr Akriti Gupta, incharge of Debojit. I presume, all three of you are related to him, Right?" Dr Gupta smiled and cooed.

"Yes, I am his mother and......she is my daughter and she is his...ex-wife..."

"Ex-wife? still concerned for your ex-husband hmmm?" Dr Gupta cooed and Pallavi decided to be a bit naughty in this context. She cooed right away.....

"For my own reasons!"

Subosree didn't like the smirk on her bhabhi. She looked at her mother and realised the lady sat normally. No expression on her pale face. 

"H..how is my son Dr Gupta? Is he okay?" Promila cooed out of a natural maternal concern and just then the surgeon cooed in reply...

"As you know Mrs Bhatacharya, your son has all the symtoms of being bobbyfied! he is likely to undergo physical changes and ofcoarse replacement of his special organ!"

"Oh....." Promila felt a shiver. She never expected such a day to come in her life. Her gasp was silenced when Pallavi placed a hand on her shoulder and blinked in assurance. Suboshree touched the other shoulder of her mother, pouting softly...."Maa calm down!"

"So! where as I..... yes. I would like to show you the primary reason for him not being male enough!" Dr Gupta cooed and turned on her tablet to showcase an image. All three shook at the image! mostly Promila and Subosree who felt embarassed. The image was of Debojit's penis in its flaccid state. 



"Sorry Mrs Bhatacharya, I know its profane to show such images to a mother and sister, but ummmm I am sure, your ex-daughter in law has experienced your son's very average organ! Right...um sorry, what is your name again?"

"Pallavi..." Pallavi cooed and looked to the other side. Her heart ached in sorrow in remembering the fruitless nights from Debojit.

Subosree blushed in seing a penis picture of her brother. She suddenly remembered peeking on the laundry man peeing by mistake and realised that her brother had a small package in comparison. Infact, she then looked at Promila and saw her gasp and look down.

Promila kept silent for sometime and wondered...

"His father had a reasonable big penis, I wonder why..............oh why my son has such a miniscule one! oh bhogobaan..."

"So, now. Coming to the crux of this appointment. I must say he is blessed with so many beautiful women in his family. All three of you need to help me in deciding his attritibutes for his new body."

To Promila's surprise, she was given a form and the form had several attributes and a small box besides the name. Promila gasped and Subosree gasped too, while Pallavi saw the names and smirked...

"Oh wow! this is an interesting form Dr Gupta!"

"I will be back in a few minutes. Please tick the names and keep it ready"

Dr Gupta excused herself and Promila held the paper in dispair and amazement. A mother was given a form to tick the attributes for her son's new female body! 

Bizzareness had entered the chat for sure, but in the guise of reality.

"Maaa............is this reall??" Subosree cooed.

"Very real! don't be silly Subo. He is still your dadabhai..... I mean...now didbhai..." Pallavi smirked naughtily.

"Eeesshhh..............look at these names. My son is about to be a woman now.......uhmmmmmmmm.."

Promila sighed and sipped her orange juice. She was feeling weird and needed to mentally relax. On the other hand Subosree bit her lip and looked down. Palo, Subo........ we must accept the fact and move on....... I know I am his mother and saying this, but I am being practical!"

"So..will you fill ..........the ff--form maa?" Subosree cooed. 

"I have to. Let my son embrace his new life!" Promila cooed with a heart full of strange butterflies roaming inside. Her heart cried in this strange joy....

"Promi..... allow your son to be a woman! you wanted your first child to be a girl right Promi??

Right Promi?

RIGHT PROMI?????

"YYEESSSSSS!!" Promila cried and this was genuine tears from her cheek. Subosree and Pallavi shivered to see the elderly widow cry out, but then Promila wiped the tears and cooed to Pallavi and Subosree...

"Help me give Debu a rebirth.......I will accept him.......ummm  I mean her....as s...she is!"

Subosree gasped and Pallavi smirked. 

Promila blushed and wondered why her cheeks were so red. Was the culprit in her caught? The yearn for the first child to be a daughter crept on her mind and she bit her lip and saw the form and she began to discuss with both Pallavi and Subosree to tick the right words, although Subosree felt very weird herself.

Dr Gupta noticed through the glass slab at how the women discussed amongst each other and this made her giggle in a wicked way. 

"The women look same when they discuss things mutually hmmmmm"

Some moments later, Dr Gupta enters the cabin and smiles as she takes the form from Promila. The elderly widow looked a little calmer now. 

"Hmmmmmmmmm let me see...."

The form had the following tick marked -

1) Big hips.

2) B-cup Breasts

3) Long-Almond Nails

4) Long-cascading Hair

5) Shapely waist

"Nice, I agree with the fact that the operation needs only physicalities, because your son already has a radiant face with beautiful eyes and the default fair skin. Hmmmm by the way, I must say your son resembles you a lot Mrs Bhattacharya!"

Promila blushed at the last words of Dr Gupta and Pallavi added some spice to the conversation....

"Hmmmmmmmm for sure! I am guessing Debu to come back as a young version of his very own mother! this will call for a celebration. Maa will get a new daughter!!!"

Promila blushed even more now at Pallavi's words and Subosree covered her mouth looking the other side. She either blushed or felt weird. 

"This information is enough for us. Ofcoarse, the intimiate things can be handled later when your son progresses into the woman world further....if you ummm know what I mean!"

Promila got the clue and blushed a deeper red. She felt miserable and yet funny inside. Pallavi cooed naughtily.....

"Oh my! you think so much about your patients!"

Dr Gupta smiled and cooed...."Ofcoarse I do. As per the law, I am bound to erase the meeker men from the society and make them rather eligible women! The government itself demands so!"

Pallavi smirked again and nodded. 

"C..can I see my son..... is it allowed..?" Promila suddenly yearned to see his son as a son for one last time, but Dr Gupta immediately cooed...

"I am sorry. It is suggested that you erase the memories of your son and now be prepared to welcome him in his new form after Bobbyfication. No visits allowed from members during the process. Sorry"

"Oh......." Promila gasped and both Subosree and Pallavi touched her either shoulders once more.

All three had signed the Trasformation form, approving the agency of the Bobbyfication of Debojit and  this was the last formality!

Unaware of the visit from his ex-wife, mother and sister, Debojit rested inside his ward, sleeping like a log. He was given prescribed pills to rest and sleep before he would head to the operation room. 

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

Around Midnight :

Promila slept alone in her room and wondered....

"Am I an awful mother for fillng that form? I feel so insane and weird on doing so.....but the fact is...... he is no longer my son now..........I must accept him as a..........oh my!"

The elderly lady took out a picture of her son in his graduation outfit hugging her. A droplet of tear escaped Promila's eyes when she realised that her son was now about to be a forgotten past and then keeping the photo inside her drawyer, she immersed in her sleep. 

On the other hand, Pallavi shifted from one side to the other, clinging to her vertical pillow. The dream she was having was memserising and mysterious to say the least!

Pallavi P.O.V - 

I didn't even realise when the dream began. I walked along the streets of Kolkata and suddenly realised I had reached the forest! I looked around and saw dense trees and grass everywhere. I then looked down to see I was buck naked! My breasts breathing an air of its own and my nipples although not aroused, remained pointy for some reason. The air changed suddenly! The climate felt different. Kolkata never used to have such soothing chilly breezes and I wondered where I landed. The sun seemed distant! 



I was amazed and surprised!

I was in Kolkata, where the sun rose! 

But, now the sun seemed distant. Where did I reach? I walked further naked and didn't bother with covering myself up. A smell hit my nose. A very deep masculine smell and I felt a quiver down there. This was a whole new smell to me. Something Debu never had! Out of sheer sexual curiosity I walked further and decided to find out unveil the mystery myself. 

And that is when I heared a voice! A tone and language I didn't understand!

"AAAYEE KHANDOBA  ALEE REE!!!! AAYE KHANDOBA  AALE REE!"

(Khandoba has arrived!)

The tone sounded crude! Not the sweetened tone of Bengali language and this newness made me shiver and the shiver aroused my nipples for some reason. I bit my lip and walked ahead to hear drums in a rythmic manner and that too with the unfamiliar language tone again....

"AALE REE.....AAYE AALE REE KHANDOBA  ALE REE!!!"

I had no clue who Khandoba was! and not even a slightest clue about the language I heard, but the curious human mind couldn't be stopped once aroused!

Therefore I walked ahead and suddenly heared fierce steps of a hoarse! The hoarse neared and neared with the sounds getting louder now. I looked ahead to see a deep mist! A mist that suddenly showed a silhoutte. Silhoutte of a man riding a horse! 



The mist and the breezy air sending wicked shivers into my body and I looked up to see the person atlast! A very muscular man on a horse and the man had a traditional dhoti, that's it! But I couldn't see his face because of he foggy layout. All I could see was his muscular stature and his horse looking deep into my eyes. The masculine aroma was way stronger now and it marvelled me by arousing my nipples to pointed bullets and making me pretty much moist down there. 

The man jumped off the house and again I heared....

"AAYE KHANDOBA  AALE!"

Now the tone and the vocals continued as a loop in the air and within this rythm played a drum and the mysterious foggy man came near me and the more he neared me, the more I felt arousals throughout my body. 

He stood close atlast and the moment his hands arose close to my face, I shivered and moaned. Not sure if the moan was a normal or a sexual one! His hand was firm, brownish and large! His fingers resembled firm pillars determined to not break or be demolished!

The very same fingers now arose and touched my cheeks. I closed my eyes and allowed the feel to continue and the fingers roamed everywhere fom my lips to my jaw and even my cheeks. He mumbled something in the unfamiliar language yet once again which made me wonder what he was saying, but his dark tone made me remain in my arousal for some reason. 

I moaned as he explored my face!

I moaned even more when he slightly brushed my breasts!

I bit my lip supressing a moan when he felt my navel and even probbed it a bit!

In other words, he did these teases which only made me wonder...

What if he does more??

But he only kept feeling me in a loop..

The dream with Pallavi continued.....

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

Next Morning :

As per her habit, Promila woke up to do early morning pooja and no matter whatever happened in her life, she continued her regular habbits every morning. Taking a loud yawn, she rushed out of he bed and headed towards the pooja room. On the way, she stopped and looked into her son's room! Her mouth wide open...but not too much a surprise surrounded her. 

"Oh ma...." Promila pouted when she sneaked inside to see Pallavi hugging her vertical pillow almost sexually and rubbing her thighs accordingly on the pillowy surface. 

Promila sighed and wasn't totally surprised. She was familiar with the fact that Pallavi was pretty much sexually deprived.

[Mintu08]

Be tuned.

[Mintu08]

Chapter 16

Pallavi woke up with a loud yawn. She never yawned so much before and the next surprise for her was the time! It was late in the morning and she gasped..."So late uh......... my head spins!" and at that very same time she looked down in awe! 

"Oh umm..." Pallavi pouts when she notices the portion of the bedsheet underneath her thighs had been soaked well enough! and not only that, her thighs felt itchy inside her saree. That is when she realised that she had probably wet her vagina throughout the night. 

"Uh the dream surely!" Pallavi cooed to herself and blushed. She still had vivid memories of the muscled tall dark hunk on the horse who didn't reveal himself yet, but surely touched parts of her that aroused her to the fullest. With still blushed cheeks, she looked down again at the wet patch on the bedsheet and wondered...

"Debu barely occured in my thoughts like this........ who is this mystery man to make me drench so awfully? uh.......I feel so itchy within my saree, have to take an early bath now!"

Pallavi took a quick bath and dressed in a simple saree before coming down the stairs to stumble upon Subosree! She noticed her nanad was preparing breakfast and refused to even greet her bhabhi!

"Hi Subo.... umm where is maa?"

Subosree sighed without looking at her bhabhi and cooed..."She went out for some reason, will be back soon!"

Pallavi smiled and walked towards her nanad to take a whiff of what was being cooked. 

"Hmmmmmmm the sandwiches smell delicious! Subu, you cook well I must say!" Pallavi cooed and gently placed her palms on her nanads' shoulders, but unknown to her, her slightly annoyed nanad yanked the hands off from her body and turned face to face!

"Boudi, you should be ashamed of yourself!!! you are the worst wife a man can ever get!"

A silence crept in the atmosphere as Pallavi was stunned with her nanad's words. She gasped......"Subu, why....what did I do??"

Subosree looked down and began to weep. Her weep was the proof of her unconditional love for her elder brother. In midst of her weeping, the bubbly girl cooed...

"Why did you do it boudi??? dadabhai loved you so much!!!"

"Love? is that it?...Subu.... that is not all a wife wants!!! it is your dadabhai who betrayed me rather!!!!"

"Just forget it!!!" Subosree backfired and took her bag, leaving for college, slamming the door hard. The slammed door did make Pallavi feel bad for the step she took, but she sighed and cooed to herself...

"If only you knew Subu....... a woman, specially a wife has certain needs! Your dadabhai just couldn't do it!"

Pallavi sighed again and prepared some coffee for herself, while listening to some random music from her phone. Even when she prepared her coffee, the milkless dark liquid in the cup kept giving her visions of the strong hand that explored her face and breasts in the dream. For some reason, she felt a bit kinky and ran her fair hand over the surface of he cup, contrasting her fairness with the milkless coffee and strangely her nipples hardened again.

"Ughhh....stop it Palo! its morning already! stop behaving so horny!"

But Pallavi had questions in her mind and they were pretty valid!

Who was the man riding the horse?

What language did he speak while he felt me?

Who was Khandoba? Which land did I stumble upon in my dream?

With another sigh, Pallavi took some sandwich and her coffee and headed to the balcony for some fresh air. 

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


In the meantime :

Shulekha boudi's house :

"Are Promi, what a surprise...come in!" 

Promila stood on the other side of the door with a sheepish smile. She clearly had a pale face though and once Shulekha saw her worn out face, she herself caught hold of her friend's forearm and brought her inside. 

"Sit, what happened? I dont like to see your pretty face so dry....tell me!"

Promila was surprised to Shulekha so full of life! her son had been recently bobbyfied too and she used to be upset about it, but strangely not anymore! Atleast that is when Anindita had told her of. 

"Promi, what happened? Is Debu and Bouma okay?" Shulekha cooed sitting besides her friend. 

"Uhm.....I don't know how to say it but........boudi, Debu has been admitted to a......" Promila sighed and hesitated to even utter the term, but Shulekha got the point.

"Bobby center? right?" Shulekha smiled. A normal smile as she rubbed the back of her friend. 

"Uh....ummmmm yes..." Promila cooed softly, looking down. 

"Don't feel guilty Promi, some boys don't have it in them I guess! you know about Ravi right?" 

Promila nodded softly and Shulekha continued...."Wait till you meet him!.........REBA! GET SOME SWEETS, PROMI KAKIMA HAS COME!"

"Wait....who is Reba?" Promila wondered.

"See for yourself!" Shulekha smiled and just then the two looked upto see a gorgeous young girl in a saree. She had a plate of sweets and two glasses of fresh juice. A beautiful smile lay on her face and she placed the plate on the center table, touching Promila's feet with a sweet pout..."Kakima nomoshkar!"



Promila looked carefully at the girl and gasped with an awe. She was none other than Shulekha's son Ravi and now he was no longer a man but a very demure saree clad gorgeous woman who looked ripe to hold a groom's hand any day!

"Surprised Promi? hehe..... he is my sweet son...ummm I mean now daughter! my shona Reba! and I am so glad he is a girl now!!! he helps me so much with the kitchen work!"

"Bb..but he had a job right....bbouddi?" Pallavi fumbled with her words. She couldn't believe that Bobbyfication changed the once-boy so much! 

"Kakima, I am doing freelancing, I no longer need to visit the office, except for occasions and I am still delivering well and even he doesn''t mind it!"

"He? who he?" Promila cooed. She forgot about the juice, she just kept gazing at Reba, the once-man who now was a fully fertile woman and gone was his slightly muscled arms, which now resembled the softness of any woman out there and infact even more smoother.

"Ufff Reba!! can't you just wait... I wanted to give your kakika a surprise later on! now go to your room and let us oldies have a gossip!!" 

Reba blushed and swayed like a total lady when she left the hall. The sway of her hips made Promila gasp with awe. The once-man had nothing male about him anymore!

"What did ....he say? I mean....sshee" Promila wondered what would she use.... a he or a she!

"Are baba, are you residing under the rock? Reba has found himself a worthy groom and uff! oh Promi, I had this dream of having a daughter once and god listened to it atlast!" Shulekha seemed joyous about her son's transformation and Promila realised she had the same fate. She knew someday her son would show up like a woman and perhaps behave the same like Reba!

The widowed lady blushed and looked down and then her chin was pulled up by Shulekha, who pouted "Surprised na?"

"Hmmm indeed ..Shulekha boudi, are these all reality or am I dreaming?" Promila felt as if this was all some surreal setup. However, Shulekha boudi understood the concern and cooed...

"Promu, I understand your concern. I know you are thinking about Debu shona. But, ummmm don't fret any further about this change! Embrace your son in his new form. It is certainly not a crime to change into a new gender I believe. Even though I felt odd initially at Ravi's transformation. However, thanks to this lady Reena!"

"Reena...Reena who?" Promila cooed. Atlast she took a sip from the juice.

"Reena Saigal, she helped Reba find a worthy groom! And my daughter is happy! That's all that matters. Trust me Promu, when Debu returns home, he will adjust in due time!"

But Promila had other concerns. Unlike Ravi who had voluntarily undergone Bobbyfication, Debojit was forced to be admitted against his concern. Her motherly heart ached a bit when she imagined how hard it will be for her son to adapt to a woman's lifestyle all of a sudden. But Reba had somehow changed her opinion!

The once normal boy was now a ripe girl who was very eagerly excited to tie knotts with a man! 

"If Ravi can, my Debu can too! Bhogoban, give him the courage!" 

Just then Promila noticed Shulekha passing a card to her. The card read -

Reena Saigal

Matrimonial Expert 

The Expert for your spouse hunt!
______________

"Keep it Promu, something tells me that you might need it for various reasons!" Shulekha had sort of a naughty smirk on her face and Promila blushed the most this time. With a small bite on her lower lip, she took the card and cooed..."Okay boudi, I will take a leave now"

Promila got up and hugged Shulekha before heading towards the door. However, just before she would leave the threshold, she looked at Shulekha and cooed..."Thank you boudi!"

"For what Promu?" Shulekha cooed.

"For assuring me. I feel lighter after meeting Ravi....oh...I mean Reba! Give her my best wishes"

Shulekha smiled in response.

In the meantime, Reba laid down on her bed, recollecting the moments she shared with her future groom, a rich marwari hunk called Rohit. 

Flashback : a week ago - 

Reba P.O.V -

I met him as per our destined location, a simple cafe. I felt goosebumps in my stomach. He smiled like a typical naughty male about to seduce the girl next to him. I found his smile sweet and naughty at the same time. It felt weird because I was a man once, but I didn't mind now for sure!

"Reba....you are so beautiful!" He cooed.

"You know I am a Bobby right? Do you really find me...." I purred and looked down. 

"I do! I surely do and your soft hands oh! Ummmm ..I had a small request!"

I asked him and he shamelessly told me that he had booked two tickets to see an adult film! I saw the tickets and I realised they were corner seats. I blushed and smirked at the same time. He was about to be my groom soon and surely he had some authority to be naughty with me!

His smile assured me of many naughty moments and after some more sips and munches, we left the cafe and headed towards the threatre where it was luckily less crowded. Thanks to the OTT trend these days!

We had the normal corner seat where I sat with him and at first, he kissed my cheek!

I moaned a bit.

He kissed the other cheek and then got his hand to my breasts!

Ah I moaned again and felt my breasts being validated! Something which I welcomed recently on my chest and I never knew I would be so kinked with just one grope from a man. He kneaded the other breast too and I blushed when I saw his lips come to me!

Some months ago it would feel odd kissing a man, but now it didn't matter! He kissed me slowly first and then began the slurpy one gradually.

My moans couldn't be heared anymore, because he groped and kneaded my breasts at the same time. My tshirt material was luckily slim and therefore he even felt my aroused nipples easily. His touches and kisses made me feel that my Bobbyfication was validated atlast!

In midst of kisses, in the dark room, he whispered to me..."Reba, you are so beautiful!"

My heart cried in joy! My past didn't matter to him and he appreciated me for me and therefore the passion ignited in equal terms inside me as well. I allowed him to kiss and grope at the same time and his gropes were not only limited to my breasts. His hands pressed and mauled by slightly fatty hips and even the upper portions of my thighs through my jeans. 

I didn't hesitate and allowed my hand to touch his groin are and oh my, was he aroused! 

I felt odd and funny feeling a man's penis through his jeans. Something which I naturally had some days ago and now I was this demure horny woman ready to allow my man to feast on me!

The film went on and on, but we didn't care for anything else. He was rich, he could have taken me to a lavish resort and fucked me already, but he was respectful of my consent. I loved that trait! We rather enjoyed the kinky moments in a typical darkened threatre and afteer several more gropes and kisses, he cooed again...

"Reba! I will be happy to spend the whole life with you!"

I dropped a tear and hugged him. I had forgotten about my past life and rather felt welcomed in this new body! I cooed in a similar romantic tone..."Me too!"

Reba sighed and realised she was kneading various parts from her breasts to her thighs as she thought about her would-be-groom! She thanked Reena aunty for choosing him for her and then she sighed and opened her laptop for some work purpose. 

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

Bobby Cell :

Unfortunately the same couldn't be said about Debojit Bhattacharya who was very reluctant but had to submit to fate somehow!

The man woke up and yawned to find himself laid down on the cell bed which was pretty comfortable with a double matress, but it was clostorphobic in a way! No windows but only a simple AC room. 

"Uh...........god....where did I reach! Is this real....oh hmmm.."

Debojit kept mumbling to himself and realised he felt very weak! he was been given very minor diet and he felt a certain weight loss and he was amazed when he realised his hips was developing in a way, while his usual muscles had reduced a bit, making his arms a bit loose and softer. He infact groped some flesh of his arm and squeezed it to discover a feminine softness in absolute shock! 




"Uh......what have I been eating?? shucks!! I feel so timid!" 

Debojit wanted to run away from the ward, but he didn't feel very active and before he could wonder about anything else, the door to his ward opened!

"Uh...who?" Debojit shook a bit in wonder, and then saw a lady nurse step inside with a tray full of a plate and a glass of fresh juice. 

"Hello ma'am!" The nurse smiled.

A huge voltage of current passed through Debojit and he shivered with words...."MMMaaamm??? excuse me!! can't you see I am a bloody man!"

The nuse bit her lip in a sort-of-guilty way and pouted..."Sorry, I was instructed to adress you as so! ummm kindly do not object to it!" The nurse cooed and kept the tray on the table near the bed. However, just before she would leave the room, Debojit spat out angrily...

"And what the hell have you been feeding me?? I feel timid and uhh...I am even loosing my muscle mass! goddamnit.....what kind of a treatment is this!!!"

The nurse sighed and turned to face Debojit from the threshold itself and sternly pouted....

"Do not questian anything Maa'am! Potential bobbys have to comply! Have a nice day."

When the nurse left, Debojit felt irritated with the 'ma'am' mentioning again and he shouted .."WAAIT!!!!" But the door was shut. 

"Why Palo Why!!! uhhh..........was my love for you just limited to physical pleasures?? uhhhhh.... I am feeling thristy!" 

Debojit felt obliged to sip the juice which he again did oblivious to the fact that the juice had strong Estrogen pills in it and after sipping, he sighed in dispair when he looked at his diet! Chopped salad with some cereal inside a bowl. 

A hungry Debojt had to have something and he slurped the whole bowl in one go and then he felt relieved. In that relief, he laid down again and his eyes closed! 

Closed slowly....

Very Slowly.........

Untill an unexpected dream swallowed him!

The Dream :

Debojit found himself in his groom state once more! He was surprised because the day seemed like the day he was being married to Pallavi! The day which sparkled with romance and love and when he blinked, he found himself at the threshold of his room. 

The well decorated room for the nuptial night!

Debojit noticed his bride Pallavi sitting on the bed with legs crossed in her typical benarsi saree and she looked down. He forgot he was in a dream and went inside in a horny rush. He sat on the bed and touched his wife's hand and kissed it. Pallavi cooed and smiled. 

"Ah Palo we are back together again! ah....such a relief!" 

However before Debojit could proceed further with his romantic acts, Pallavi looked up in a lusty way and bit her lip pouting..."but wait! I need to see first!"

"See what??" Debojit cooed. He felt the moment cease all of a sudden!

"Your arousal! Shona...hmmmm are baba where is it??" Pallavi cooed still clad in her saree with the ghoonghat on her head. He expressions disturbed Debojit all of a sudden and he looked down to see his average lump and then looked up to cooe to his wife....

"I..aa...aam aroused shona! SS..seee..for yourself!!"

Pallavi angrily looked at her husband and surprised him by yanking down his dhoti straightaway to his feet untill his dick was exposed atlast!! 

The very average package angered Pallavi and she looked the other side in disgust....

"Eesshhh so small!!!" 

Debojit felt miserable and then suddenly saw his wife get up and pinch his cheek in a sweet way. She then cooed to him..."its okay Debu, look at your side! Wear those and you will feel better! They will suit you more shona!"

Debojit saw this surreal change in his wife and with a surprised expression he slowly, very slowly looked at his side and his eyes raised up in sheer shock! Almost a panic attack to say the least! 

The other side of the bed had a similar benarsi saree folded with bangles and jewellery kept over it. A shocked Debojit looked back to his wife and saw her giggling sweetly, but the giggle looked like an evil echo! 

"Go on shona! Wear them..... unclad these male clothes! You thought you were worthy of being a groom? Dhatt!!! Boka kothakar!" 

Debojit felt tears building up inside his eyes and he kept looking at two things in a loop...

The Saree set on the bed...

His giggling wife...

He looped between the two for some more time untill he angrily grabbed hold of his small dick and hold a small sharp knife on the other hand with the intention to tear it off!

Debojit began to sweat as he noticed the giggle of his wife and then looked down on the knife close to his dick!

He sighed again with more sweat trickling down his forehead and then with all his might, he waved the knife back and then straightaway aimed it on his small dick!

"AAARFGHHHHHHHHHH UHHH...uhhhh aahh uhhhhh...uhhhmmmmmmm....

Huhh....whaaa........uh ohh......!"

Debojit realised it was just a brief nightmare and he got up to drink his whole jug of water. He looked at his arms once more and cringed at the total loss of muscles from them, he felt so weird at his weight loss and then felt even weirder feeling some flesh on his hips in perticular. He sighed and felt dizzy again since he was frequently given sleeping pills to rest more and protest less on whatever was happening. 

"O bhogoban look after me..." The last words Debojit cooed before he immersed in his sleep again. To his relief, no more odd dreams distracted him this time. His room was being witnessed by Dr Gupta who had a smirk on her face as she made a rough diagram of a very sexy woman on her paper pad. 

The operation day was coming close afterall!

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

 Debojit's house :

Pallavi was lying on her bed. Her minds lost in several thoughts. Most probably she was still thinking of her dream and taking deep breaths. A sudden memory also crept in midst of her thoughts about the dream..

The memory with Oindrila, the lady she had got aquainted with during the train ride to Siliguri!

Images of Oindrila holding her baby in her arms in order to breastfeed kept occuring!

"I should have been in the family way by now but alas....hmmmpph!" Pallavi looked down to her reasonably curvy belly and touched the navel with closed eyes and along with it, a mournful expression.

While lost in thoughts, Pallavi felt a hand touch her head. She shook a bit and looked up to see Promila rubbing her palms on her head with a warm smile. A smile that was perhaps missing from quite a long time, but it wasn't loud or wide, just a plain one. 

"Promu shona, no need to be upset anymore!" Promila cooed.

"Why you say so maa? I mean..... life seems so incomplete! your son has divorced me, but that is not the end of me for sure!!" 

Pallavi behaved like a moody pampered child and somehow Promila got her own face near her's and cooed softly, as she ran her hands all over the young woman's long cascading hair....

"Your maa is here to give you justice Promu shona! your marriage with my son was past! forget and embrace the future now.."

"How....." Pallavi did feel warm feeling the hot breath of her ex-mother-in-law to her cheeks and even felt as if she was her real mother in this case and Promila too felt lots of maternal love bursting out of her heart for the young girl who needed justice!

Promila smiled and handed the card of Reema aunty to her ex-bahu. Pallavi's eyes sparkled when she saw the card. She had heared of Reema Saigal before and she was surprised to guess the reason of being handed over the card.

"Reema the matrimonial expert?...maa? ummm do you actually mean to...." Pallavi cooed and Promila surprised her with her precise words....

"Yes Promu shona, I want you to start afresh! I want to re-groom you for marriage once more! but this time as my daughter! I have even held a puja during noon where I will perform a repentence!"

"A repentence maa?" Pallavi cooed in wonder.

"Yes shona maa, a repentence where I will forget the past and claim as you my new daughter! I will only focus on the present reality shona!"

A tear dropped from Pallavi's eye for some reason and she hugged Promila hard, who hugged back with equal firmness and cooed softly....

"I will make sure you get the appropriate knight in the shining armour this time!"

Pallavi wasn't inhuman, she hugged and realised at the same time how hard it was for Promila to accept the new reality and yet somehow she had faith on her.

Infact when the hug broke, Pallavi blushed looking down when she heared Promila pout with an aura of confidence....

"Take some rest now and be ready for the pooja in the noon, after which I will myself take you to Reema Saigal's studio in the evening."

The bond between the two became even stronger!

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

Subosree's college :

Subosree kept thinking of her elder brother and the dire conditiions he was immersed in at the moment. However, her thoughts got distracted by a hand slap on her shoulder.

"Subu?? hello...back to Earth yet??" 

Subosree sighed and looked the other side. The person to distract her was none other than a dear friend of her... Neelima, who was the typical bestie and often had a loud mouth. 

"I am here Neelu, but sorry, not in the mood for a chit-chat!" Subosree was genuinely upset about her brother and rather very angry on her boudi for taking the drastic step against him.

"Subu....I heared some rumors about Debu da. Are they ummm true?"

Neelima's words stung Subosree's heart even more and she just looked down and nodded in an yes. 

However, Neelima was a bold young girl of the current generation. She preffered to speak her heart out rather than being consevative about things. She grabbed the arm of her bestie and cooed...

"So is umm Palo boudi searching for a hunk this time? hmmmmmm?"

Subosree slapped Neelima's hand off her shoulder with a firm but low voiced..."Shutup Neelu! this is not funny. Boudi is nothing but a Bi..... uhh! leave it. Just leave this topic!"

Neelima cooed with sheer honesty...

"Subu, its alright to be Bobbyfied dear! some men just don't have it in them!!! being a girl, you should support your boudi rather than being mean to her! Maybe she is genuinely deprived and dont get angry...but I feel Debu da hasn't done it well.... you know.... fu....cked her well!"

"URGHH NEEELU PLEASE!" Subosree raised her voice this time and noticed some eyes on her around the premises. She then sighed and kept her voice low....

"Dadabhai loved boudi so much!!! urghh..... boudi certainly doesn't deserve men like him!!!"

"Exactly Subu, your boudi deserves MEN! CLEARLY MANLY MEN! got it?"

"Dhutt!!! Oshobbho!!!" Subosree clanked her heel on the ground and left Neelima alone, who didn't mind because she knew her bestie loved her elder brother a lot. 

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

Mumbai :

Kulkarni Villa was full of joy at this moment! Specially Prajakta who had her aarti thaali ready to welcome someone dearly into her house after quite some time...

Her younger son Harsh!

Prajakta stood outside her house with her thali, dressed in her typical Maharashrtian way and heaved a breath of joy when she saw the car enter the premises. On her side stood her elder son Daksh and her daughters Pratiksha and Falguni who eagerly awaited to greet their other brother!

Harsh got out of the car atlast! A striking stud clad in just tshirt, showing off his assets to the best! His herculean body shone with an aura of sheer manliness. 




"Aai!!! Kasha aiez tu?" (How yoh been mom?) Harsh touched the feet of her mother and she hugged him. Being a mother she was impressed with how her son had buit up his body just like his elder brother. 

"I am fine beta! welcome back!" Prajakta smiled and on the other hand Daksh hugged his younger brother as well, Harsh surprised him by pouting...

"Bhau, I came to know you are looking for an Eastern beauty for marriage, right?" 

"Yeah sure I do...... what about you?" Daksh smirked.

"Hmmmmm...... let's see!"

"Bhau!!! Daksh bhau wants a Roshgulla! do you too?" a naughty Falguni cooed.

"Well........... I don't mind!" Harsh smirked. 

Being twins with very slight difference, Daksh and Harsh surprisingly had the same taste in women and Mrs Kulkarni was well aware of this. She had informed Reema Saigal to post both her sons with Bengal Matrimony in perticular and Reema agreed to do it with a smile. 

On the other hand, Harsh rushed to his room to take some rest and Daksh left for his office. The sisters meanwhile cooed to themselves..

"Pratu, we might have to be ready to greet not one, but two roshugullas in our house hehe!"

"Hmmmmmm...... kind of kinky for sure Falgu!" Pratiksha cooed with a naughty smile as well.

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

Kolkata :

A puja was held in Debojit's house, unknown to Subosree for the simple reason that she hated her boudi at the moment. Promila knew this well and she just focussed on the puja with herself and Pallavi alone. 



The hawan was particularly for Pallavi and for Promila to erase the past memories and embrace the very new present! A present which did sting Promila in her heart, but she wanted to repent. Repent for her not so manly son! 

Thakurmoshai sat atlast and was about to pour the first spoon and before he could do so, he asked....

"Mashima, please hold your daughter's hand!"

Promila smiled and held Pallavi's hand. The young girl felt a slight goosebump for some reason. Its as if she found a new mother and a new house overall. 

"Okay, now recite the mantras with me...." Thakurmoshai cooed and recited certain mantras which was then recited by both Promila and Pallavi together. More and more ghee was added and the smoke rose up as if taking away past memories with each fume. 

"Okay..... mashima some more ghee is required!" Thakurmoshai cooed again.

"Uhmmm some more? I thought it was enough thakurmoshai!" Promila cooed and then the pujari reminded her...

"You forgo mashima, one more mantra is remaining. For your newly adopted daughter's marriage!"

Pallavi awed with her mouth slightly opened and Promila blushed a bit, but this what she had wanted. A repentence where she would now adopt Pallavi as her elder daughter and prioritze her marriage first!

"Oh yes ummmm I will get it now!" Promila rushed up to get more ghee and while she held it, she took a deep breath and looked up, pouting softly....

"Bhogoban, forgive me if you can. I am certainly not a cruel mother....but I need to repent for my son's injustice to my bouma! please give her a new life!"

Pouting so, she rushed back and then with one last spoon dip, the mantra for Pallavi's propserous marriage in future was promissed and within some more moments, the hawan was over. 

"Mashima, now the gods are a witness that Pallavi khoki has become your daughter and if the blessings are showered well, she will find herself a worthy groom!"

"I know....thank you thakurmoshai!" Promila cooed with a smile.

Pallavi blushed to her fullest this time. She looked down with constant goosebumps in her body and then after the pujari left, she felt her chin held up by her new mother!

"Palo shona, you are no longer my bouma, but my own daughter now....just like Subu!"

Now in this precise moment, Pallavi gained more confidence and she added some mischeif to the moment by pouting shamelessly...

"Umm maa..... not just Subo alone! right maa?" 

"Eeeessshhh o maago! How did I forget!" Promila blushed and to her own surprise she giggled a bit in this context. But it wasn't an evil one or anything that sort, it was more abou the bizareness of seing her fully grown son as a fully fertile female. And both Pallavi and Promila knew within their hearts...

The Day wasn't far off!

However, Pallavi noticed a small frown on Promila's face. This time, the girl raised the elderly lady's chin up and cooed....

"What is worrying my maa now? hmm?"

"Palu, with a heavy heart I have accepted my son's new life......but you know Subu right? how will she accept her elder brother.......... ei bhogoban..."

However, Pallavi wasn't much in concern at all. She was somehow optimistic and she touched the shoulder of Promila, pouting....

"With time maa........ with time!"

"I don't know...... hmmmmmmm let's hope so!" Promila kissed the palms of Pallavi like any mother would. In the very next moment, Pallavi reminded her of something, making the air lighter...

"Maa! you remember your promise right?" Pallavi cooed.

"Ofcoarse shona, we are meeting Reema Saigal today. A car is booked to her studio!"

Pallavi blushed and she blushed like a fresh bride once more and felt an ache in her groins once more. 

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

Bobby Cell :

The most awaited event had arrived atlast. Several spotlights were focussed on the bed and the man laying on the bed was still in his dizzy mode. He was none other than Debojit!



Inside the room, several junior doctors stood with pads on their hands. Today they were to witness a live Bobby operation with the help of Dr Gupta, who was all prepared to convert one more meek man into a fully fertile woman. 

"Hello everyone, today you all shall witness a live Bobby operation. Please take down notes so that the same could be performed by you in your respective centres and cities" 

Dr Gupta cooed and headed inside the room. When she reached inside, her face was welcomed by Debojit, but he was not in his conscious mode at all, but his face glowed from all the rest and sleep so far. Looking at his face, the lady surgeon cooed with a smile within her mask....

"Mr Bhattacharya, be ready for you re-birth!"

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Thank you to all my dear readers for the constant appreciation. The journey has barely started! Lots more masala and gravy coming up :)

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Dear readers, I humbly apologize for making a small change in the pattern. Update will now show up every Saturday instead of Friday, starting from this week onwards. 

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Chapter 17

Bobby O.T : 

The lights focussed on Debojit, but he could see only blurred images. 

Image of a lady surgeon with a smirk under her mask! 

Images of several other masked faces looking closely at him and his parts. 

"Strip him off!" Dr Gupta cooed.

The gown was shoved away in a moment leaving the bong man all naked with his small dick in its absolute shrunk position, a very small meager diet and excess of testosterone had made sure that not enough blood flowed on to his balls and therefore the dick resembled an earthworm at the moment!

A naked terrified Debojit shivered at the sight of Dr Gupta gazing deep into his eyes and he was also aware of the people around him who had notepads on their hands. Overall, he was full of panic and fear and it amplified a bit more when he noticed something kept on the table besides him.

Five colored Injections!




"Ladies and gentleman, today we shall know the importance of these injections. Each for a perticular body part of the subject that will help him turn into a Bobby!'

Debojit wanted to run! But he felt weak and timid. His body wanted to lie down and just breathe, but his mind was horrified already on his own plight. 

"You mean to say that once it is injected into the perticular body part, there will be some sprouting?" A junior surgeon cooed.

"Precisely! let's begin" Dr Gupta cooed and began leacturing ahead with actual demonstrations...

The Blue Injection -

"This injection is specifically for the neck area! It makes the neck slender and smoother! and will soon start getting thinner in a slow pace once it accepts this blue fluid!"

Debojit widened his eyes when the blue fluid was injected into his neck and although it didn't hurt at all, he felt a funny feeling throughout his neck and once it was injected, Dr Gupta cooed again...

"Make sure it is not more than 3 ml! now let's move to the 2nd one.."

The Yellow Injection - 

"Mr Bhattacharya, be ready for your chest to blossom into some beautiful breasts! fresh ripe mangoes coming on the way!"

Dr Gupta cooed and injected the yellow one precisely into Debojit's upper chest area which made him shiver, but the words inside his head made him shiver even more....

"BBB...BBreeasstsss?? uhhh nooo.........!"

"This liquid is injected to a whole 4 ml because it varies and our subject here has been requested to have round ripe ones!"

Dr Gupta spoke shamelessly and Debojit's ears begged for further mercy from the words, but he felt a slight chest ache and it made him stop and close his eyes in a slight minor pain.

After the injection was taken away, Dr Gupta applied some cotton dipped oil on the area and then cooed into Debojit's ears quick enough for the others to suspect anything...

"Wait till you sprout out some delicious mangoes in there hehe!"

Debojit clenched his fist, but this gesture was overlooked by everyone inside the room, including Dr Gupta. 

"Okay then, now we move on to the next one...umm yes the purple one!"

The Purple Injection -

"This, ladies and gentlemen, is made specially for the hips! It shall be inserted equally on either hip and that too very softly! Just like this.."

Debojit wide eyed and felt his heartbeats pace up when Dr Gupta applied the purple injection into his either hip. His hips wiggled for a brief amount of time and then stabled up again. 

"Okay, now we have two more remaining! These two injections are for two very delicate areas! Can anyone guess the two areas?"

Debojit's heart was now beating up with the pace of a steam engine and he cooed in his mind...

"O bhogoban, now what's next??"

The junior doctors discussed amongst each other and finally one of then pouted...

"Ma'am, I am guessing the two places to be the Buttocks and the ummm Groin area?"

"Absolutely correct! Very good"

Debojit's soul shivered and his body began to sweat despite being in an AC room. His fists clenched and his toes wiggling. He wished he had the energy to simply run away, but he just couldn't! His body was feeble and his senses were not totally active. 

"Please help him turn around! We shall first focus on his buttocks!"

Debojit felt a thunder enter his body when the ward men made him shift to a side, exposing his fair hairless buttocks to all and sundry. Dr Gupta mischievously got near his spine and applied something wet on one of the buttocks and then to the other cheek too, while pouting into his ear...

"We shall make it just the perfect round one for you sweetie!"

With a smirk, Dr Gupta pouted...."Kindly note how much to insert into each buttcheek!" 

Dr Gupta inserted the Orange injection into each buttcheek, making Debojit squirm slightly and to his horror he felt his cheeks recieving the liquid into them. His body shivered when Dr Gupta was done!

The buttocks felt as if they were placed above a firey hot pan for Debojit and he shivered and stirred a bit, while Dr Gupta and her junior doctors waited for him to settle before she could proceed.

"Ma'am, will the injections show results immediately? I mean...umm will the sprouting begin right away?" A junior pouted out of curiosity.

"Well, within a few minutes, we shall see an amateur sprouts from his specefic places and to arrive to that very conclusion, we shall now focus on this last remaining injection!"

Debojit opened his eyes in absolute shock.....no...

The Biggest Shock till now!

"Oh no.....not my jewels!!! No........nooo.." His mind cooed in terror!

Dr Gupta gestured the wardmen to turn him back to his previous lying down position and now the spotlights focussed on his precious jewels atlast. 



"Hmmmmm, so you see now we will turn to our last and the most crucial serum! The Red one!"

Debojit shivered like someone thrown out to bear a cold dark winter all naked. He ran a thick droplet of sweat down his forehead when his tiny dick was held by Dr Gupta as she studied something in her mind and then cooed to her juniors...

"Today you shall witness the inward shrinking of this whole live penis and the testes and that too with the help of this simple serum!" 

Debojit felt his whole body undergo tiny waves within and therefore, he couldn't gather the courage to rush out of the bed anyhow, while he again stirred when he felt a very wet cotton being applied on his pubic area, precisely above his dick and just then, a sharp needle went through very calmly. 

Debojit clenched his palm once more and then sighed when the injection was done with its job! 

"Finally we are done with the serum injections! Now we shall wait and witness the premature sprouts from his body parts and see how they replace the original parts of the body slowly!"

A silence of horror surrounded Debojit as he shivered with fright and tension. The words from Dr Gupta could be clearly heard and he knew his world was already doomed, but a final burning sensation yet awaited him and after some more moments of a subtle tensive silence, a series of ache surrounded whole of Debojit's naked body!

"Uh..aaah....wwhaaatss...haapppennning...ttt...ttoo mmmeeee??"

Dr Gupta tapped her heel to witness the results of her serums alongside with her juniors who witnessed with wide eyes. For them this was a sheer miracle of science to witness a live transformation of a man into a woman.

"Oh...look at that our there!" A junior cooed.

"Indeed...there is a movement on his chest!" Another pouted.

"His penis is....oh my! Shrinking inside...?" One more had to blink again to observe closer.

"And now the just results!" Dr Gupta cooed softly.

Debojit groaned and gasped when he felt a couple of things happening simultaneously...

His chest bulging up a bit and softening into a small ball like structure!

His hips widening with some more fatty cells and that too in a protruded outer direction, making his waist appear smaller in comparison!

His neck squeezing slightly inwards as if strangled by a hand!

His buttocks gaining more mass and slightly ballooning up as if a balloon was being slightly more inflated!

However the most shocking change appeared on his jewels!

"N..noooo NOOOOO UHHHHH AAAH!!!" Debojit whined and groaned with a tiny pain when he horrifyingly witness his dick and balls shrinking almost into his pubic area, deep inside and it was as if he had kept his jewels on a quicksand. His clammy palms grasped the either side of the bed and mauled the handles firmly as he noticed his jewels shrink inside to the point that the balls disappeared deep within and in exchange tiny flappy skin pores emerged around on the pubic area and on the other hand, the penis shrunk to the point that it now resembled a fresh budding new clitoris!

A Clitoris! Debojit realised in sheer horror!




The sight alone made Debojit's head spin and he fainted immediately into a deep unconscious sleep, while his premature sprouts settled atlast. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is nothing new. A pre-Bobby is likely to go through these series of shock and so, we shall now leave our subject alone and I hope you all have taken down the notes of the various serums used on the specific body parts. I wish you all the very best for your respective Bobby operations in the future!"

The juniors were satisfied and congratulated Dr Gupta for the live operation of the Bobby and in the meantime Debojit was allowed to sleep for sometime with the spotlights shutting one by one.

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

Reema aunty's studio :

"Are we done for the day? I need a break for sure!" Reema aunty grabbed a cup of coffee and sat on her chair watching the last lady go out after her shoot. Somehow, she wasn't satisfied. Her first priority was the heartthrob Daksh Kulkarni, who was in search of an Eastern beauty, so it meant that someone from the East could only entice him into marriage. 

"Looks like we are indeed in dearth of females.... Anyways.......I ......." Reema aunty stopped and noticed the studio door open from afar and two people step inside!

"Naina! someone has entered the studio, please attend them!" Reema cooed and sipped her coffee.

Naina, the P.A of Reema smiled when she saw a younger dazzling beauty with an older mature company. She was none other than Pallavi who was clad in a beautiful saree and had minimal makeup, while Promila wore a normal cream colored saree and a white blouse. Being a widow, she was still obedient of certain rules and yet she had a glow to her. 

"Yes?" Naina cooed.

"Umm...Is Miss Reema Saigal here?" Promila cooed softly.

"Yes, is it regarding...." Naina was guessing the answer and was immediately convinced when Promila pouted....

"Yes, this is regarding my daughter Pallavi!" 

Pallavi felt a rush of some sort inside her body when her once mother-in-law introduced her as her daughter! She was amazed at how big a heart Promila had. 

"Oh nice! please come with me!"

Promila and Pallavi followed Naina all the way to Reema aunty's cabin and the moment they were shown in, Reema's eyes widened up. She was familiar with various castes and states and she immediately recognized the bong features of both Pallavi and Promila. 

Reema aunty - Hello, I am Reema Saigal! may I have your introductions!

Promila - Hello, I am Promila and this is my daughter Pallavi. She is eager for a portfolio in your website!

Reema sighed and studied Pallavi carefully. Her eyes lit up scanning the beautiful features of the bong beauty...



Long hair which was almost untill the end of the spine.

Rosebud lips which were kissable and very tempting.

A  simple blouse with a simple cotton saree with the typical Bengali artwork and the pallu ending up precisely where a small cleavage was seen.

And the typical round beautiful eyes that defined Bengal!

"Oh my word.....I think I have found the right match for Daksh! She is so gorgeous!" Reema cooed and sighed with a smile.

Promila cooed.... "Well, I hope we didn't delay...incase.."

Pallavi played the role of a shy demure daughter and kept quiet untill she was made to look at the mature matrimonial expert, when she cooed....

"Not at all! Mrs Promila, you daughter is lovely! she certainly deserved to be in our list for the Macho Squad

A strange cringed expression crossed Promila's face when she cooed.."Macho Squad?" While Pallavi shivered a bit from that name alone. She was familiar with the Squad as she had seen videos of the macho men ramp walking and it was an accidental recommendation on youtube. She remembered that whole video and she looked down with a deep blush.

"Yes Mrs Promila, your daughter easily qualifies for the choices to be done by the men in Macho Squad and the orly simple requirement is umm yes, a photoshoot! We will be hiring the best camera crew for your daughter's shoot! and it's just that, you will be needing to make the payment first so we can make the arrangements!"

Reema smiled and handed a catalogue with women posing in their ultra feminine poses to Promila. Pallavi too laid her eyes on the pages and realised that all women were in their bridal form and looked exquisite, to say the least.

Promila noticed the women from various regions and continents in India as per their bridal wear and one thing remained common...

Heavy jewellery with excess of bangles and a well made up-face! 

The image made Promila blur her eyes for a moment to envision Pallavi in the magazine and that too with a smiling face. The image was back to normal and while Pallavi browsed the catalogue, her attention was grabbed by Reema once more, who cooed...

"Hmmm Pallavi, such a sweet name and such a graceful beauty you are! so the rumors about Bong women are right I see! hmmmmmmmm such an elegant beauty she is, Mrs Promila, infact you are very much gorgeous as well!"

Promila smiled sweetly and cooed...."Why praise an old lady like me? it is my daughter who deserves the praises!"  

Pallavi blushed and looked down again. Her heart going through constant goosebumps at the thought of again being a bride, like some months ago and the fact was, she did yearn to become a bride, because she was clear that she was still a virgin as Debojit had failed to invade her, not once, not twice but thrice in a row.

"Keep the catalogue with you Mrs Promila and make sure your daughter is well prepared for the shoot!"

Promila smiled and got up, while Reema aunty stopped Pallavi and handed over another catalogue..

The Macho Squad!

Pallavi blushed and squirmed a bit between her legs with a red face when she took the catalog and placed in inside her purse, oblivious to the fact that the cover page had none other than Daksh's face on it. 

Watching Pallavi go, Reema aunty smirked and observed the curves and the sway of the girl, pouting to herself....

"I think I have found the match for Daksh! Hmmmmmmm let's see!"

When they sat inside the taxi, Promila sighed a bit and Pallavi caught hold of her palm, pouting..."Whats wrong maa?"

"Palo shona, I believe the photoshoot will be very expensive. I wonder how......"

Pallavi realised that Promila had spent a lot on the wedding of her son and now it was hard to fund for anything more. But, the young girl who had again evoked her own marital desires, pouted...

"Maa, let's leave it to god for now!"

Promila sighed and Pallavi's attention kept going at the slight glance of the bicep of Daksh on the catalog cover that peeked out of her purse. 

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

Bobby Cell :

After several moments Debojit had gained consciousness atlast and was immediately was escorted to a room, which was more like a grand trial room with mirrorrs!

Debojit was then left alone and once the door of the room was closed, he wide eyed his whole body in sheer horror!

"W...who iss thisss?? nnno...wwaayy....ttthiiss....issnntt meeee!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" 

Debojit was in full panic mode and that too in sheer horror! He noticed his body was not what he had anymore! It belonged to that of a very fertile female!




"No......noooo.................

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Debojit screamed aloud but it only echoed back inside the enclosed room. He wanted to shatter all the mirrors inside the room, but it only kept showing him what he had become!

The most horrifying sight were a pair of budding breasts and a fresh amateur vagina between his legs. The spot where once a normal penis had been and then he realised how powerful the serums were that was injected into his parts. 

Debojit kneeled down and began to weep! He felt his world shatter and an eternal nightmare suck him in, but this was real! 

Just then someone stepped inside the room. Debojit opened an eye and realised it was a nurse, an older nurse with a surprsingly kind face. She walked ahead in her heels and helped the shattered transformed man get up on his feet back.

"Beti, dont worry. You look gorgeous! the angels above must be jealous by now!!"

Debojit's newly budded breasts heaved up and his fresh clitoris shook with a fresh new goosebumps as he heard the older nurse pout out the words so maternally, as if his own mother was saying those to him.

"I....sniiff..........lll...lost...my..... body! ssniifffffffffffff!" Debojit sniffed into tears and hugged the old lady. The older nurse hugged him back and cooed into his ears...

"Eeesh.. you cry like such a demure woman! what on earth were you doing in a male body before, sweet girl!" 

The words electrified Debojit's heart, but he felt warmth in the hug with the nurse and the older nurse broke the hug calmly and looked into his round big eyes...

"My name is Lalita. You can call me kakima if you want. I will be taking care of your diet and needs untill the day of your release! I will make sure you eat well and develop a healthy pair of beasts and child bearing hips to be the woman you are supposed to! you are now my beti! my angel, come to mamma!"

Debojit teared up even more on being mentally emasculated, but now it seemed nothing compared to what he had become! He felt mentally weak and he murmured....

"I ....I don't ff...feel good...k...kakima, I want to rest!"

"Aww sure shonamoni! ofcoarse you will. Now don't cry anymore, uff! even my daughter didn't cry this much when she was married off, you will put her to shame you know!"

Lalita giggled and stopped when she realised the trauma on Debojit's face. Touching his creamy bare back, she took him into his cell for some rest.

In the meantime, Dr Gupta and one more junior of her team watched the transformed man being escorted to his cell by the older nurse.

"Lalita must be well experienced ma'am! the way she comforted this new Bobby!" The junior cooed.

"Indeed, she is. She is known for comforting reluctant Bobbys and make sure that they are brainwashed to atleast an extent before they are released back into the real world!" Dr Gupta cooed with a slight tinge of mischief.

"So our Bobby is under good hands, right Dr Gupta? The junior pouted again and Dr Gupta smirked...

"Indeed! the care and the diet will polish and nurture our Bobby into the woman we all expect to be!"

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

Mumbai :

Daksh had just taken a shower and he once again admired his herculean body in the mirror. He was proud and strong, but felt incomplete.



He noticed he had a long strong hard-on within his towel and once again, he sat on his bed and shoved off the towel to admire his thick dark tool. He realised his hairy balls balloon up with loaded sperm and he sighed!

"When will I have the woman of my dreams? hmmmmmmmmm!"

He decided to release himself once more and the next moment, he grabbed onto his laptop and browsed some random pictures of Bong women and his cock stirred when he looked at some typical saree clad women images of Bengal. The fair angelic ones specially!

Daksh sighed and fisted his cock right away mauling the base slowly untill the veins sharpened around the whole length. He kept browsing over and over and remembered the figure in his dreams having a similar stature of a curvy build with fair skin and a forearm full of bangles. 

The typical features of a long cascading hair and round big eyes also made the hunk masturbate more intensely untill his knobb spewed a thick sticky precum which oozed out in sheer potency!

His eyes scanned each features of the random saree clad figures and he wanked more and more intensely. His heart wanting to reach inside and grab some bodies and kiss some necks and maul some sets of breasts, but he knew that there will be just one lucky woman in his life to reap his services.

His eyes closed eventually and allowed the blood to rush down the path untill he came close to erupting. But he was a long-laster and he knew that well about himself. He shoved the laptop aside and wanked himself to his heart's content with the typical image of his dreams...

A lady with long flowing hair running ahead with a sway of her curvy buttocks through her saree, teasing him!

"Aaargghhhh aaaaahhhhhhhhhh ccccumm...ingg!!!" Daksh grunted and his head erupted out doses after doses of creamy potent semen just like any other horny day.

Little did the hunk know that Reema aunty had already eyed a match for him!

[Mintu08]

Be tuned!

[Mintu08]

Make pallavi and promila do certain things before debu to make him miserable... And let debu take revenge on them with her future husband

 I am not very keen about the revenge part because this not a moral story as I keep repeating earlier. And frankly speaking one shouldn't expect stuff like justice or morality when reading sn erotica. Allow the authors to be dark and devilish in their contexts. 

The moment you expect justice and revenge, it becomes a cliched Bollywood script which doesn't anuse me..

[Mintu08]

Thank you for all your love and affection with the story. Be tuned for Saturday!