The Hidden Chapters -20

 

After pushing me on the bed, he came over me and started again squeezing my breasts. With out any option left, I just closed my eyes. I can feel my boobs became red due to his rough handling. However they are still erect. He just gave a strong bite again and I just shouted bit loudly. After he got satisfied with my boobs, he slowly pushed his hands on my petticoat, and lifted my petticoat and I requested him not to remove the petticoat. Then he slowly removed the lacy panty and he found the artificial vagina .  I adjusted my petticoat again properly. However he again lifted my petticoat till waist and came over me. And sub consciously I spread my legs as an invitation. He started inserting his dick in the vagina and after some time, I can feel he is about to release his sperms.

After that, he just stood up and took water bottle to drink water, and I started seeing his huge dick and I know very well that he wants that to enter into my body again.

“Come here,” he whispered. In the mean time, I stood and adjusted my saree pleats and pallu properly and went towards him.  I slowly leaned onto him.

I started touching his dick with my hand and but he insisted me to kiss his dick, and I did it with the intension that he may leak his sperm and I will be spared. But after I gave gentle kiss.

“I want to make you feel things you’ve never felt before,” he murmured.

I closed my eyes as his hands wandered, caressing my skin like a promise of things to come. I felt a rush of anticipation and warmth, my body responding to his every touch, every movement. But as he leaned in again, this time to kiss the curve of my neck, I paused—just for a second.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He stopped, his lips hovering close to mine, his breath warm against my skin. “I’m sure,” he said softly. “I want this, with you.”

He guided me back to the bed and he asked me to turn around.

He started kissing on my ass and started kissing on my ass cheeks. Now he lifted my petticoat and he  poured small portion of milk in my hole and started licking my hole. And he applied his saliva on my hole and this made it well lubricated . I really started enjoying and then slowly inserted his finger in my ass hole and I started to scream a bit. I took the support of pillow and clinched with both hands as a support.  He made me relax and then he opened cupboard and took the lubricant and applied it all over the hole and he also applied on his dick.

Manoj now set his dick in my ass and started sliding it. He started pushing it little by little. But I am unable to hold it as its quite big and its hurting a lot as I am feeling the flesh going inside my body. And I started screaming.

I requested him to take it out. I can feel his thick and strong dick which I took in my mouth, now entering in my body. He started slapping on my ass cheeks and then he made a strong push  and I can feel that he tore my ass with just one stroke. It penetrated deep inside . All my requests went into thin air and he started pumping me and I am screaming very badly. I am sure Sindhu will be hearing all my screams.

I am moaning in pain and requesting him to be slow, but with my request, Manoj enjoying my pleads very much and started stroking me more. With his each stroke, sound of pach..pach..pach..coming . He fucked me for a long time and I became very much tired due to ass fucking and feel I am not able to take any longer. And I requested him to stop and with difficulty I lay down on bed.

I looked at Manoj’s face and told him that you fucked me very badly. But Manoj smiled at me and mentioned that he was waiting for this moment for very long time and its not over yet.

I requested for a moment went to washroom and my each step is difficult to make. With difficulty I entered the wash room and I know I need to remove the petticoat as its totally drenched in milk and with his sperms. I removed my petticoat and washed my self and went to cupboard where there are petticoats and nighty. While coming from washroom, I tied towel like a lady covering breast. Manoj was smiling at me and he also went to wash room nakedly. With difficulty I wore white petticoat and pink nighty. And I just sat on bed thinking what’s all happening. I am smiling and feeling guilty at same time.  Nearly after 5 minutes, Manoj came back again and his dick erect again totally pointing towards me. He started walking towards me and grabbed my face and inserted it in my mouth. I tried to stop him but he is not listening to me. He looks like hungry lion.  And this time, he is so fierce and he almost tore the nighty and he took control of my breasts.  He kept my left breast in mouth and pressing my right breast with hand very roughly. I just looked at him, to stop please. But all my requests fell into deaf ears. He lifted my nighty and petticoat and started inserting again in my anal hole again. This time for a change it became easy for him to penetrate and I started enjoying this time. I just told him, you are too good for the second round as well. He became further motivated and fucked me very hard and this time he filled my anal hole with his hot sperms and I started feeling the hot sensation in my body. Though the room is air conditioned we both were sweating. And atlast he gave me rest and came beside me. Not sure how time went and we both sudden and deep sleep.

Around 4 AM, I woke up with an urge to use the washroom. My body felt heavy and sore as I got up. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I could see how tired I was. I washed my face, adjusted my petticoat and nighty, and slowly made my way back—it was hard to even walk properly.

When I returned, Manoj was awake. He looked at me and asked gently, “Are you okay?” I told him I am fine, but deep down I just wanted to rest. Maybe he misunderstood, because he thought I was ready again.

I said softly, “No way, I’m too tired.” But he didn’t seem to hear me. In that moment, I just felt drained—too exhausted to argue or explain anymore.

Manoj reached for me and pulled me into a hug. I could feel the warmth of his body through the soft layers of my nighty and the petticoat beneath it. He drew me closer until my head rested against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat, steady and calm, echoing in the quiet room. His leg rested lightly over mine, holding me there as if he didn’t want to let go. His hands started massaging my butt and asked me looks like you are not wearing the panty or artificial vagina. And I just responded with simple sigh. He took one of my hand and placed it on his dick. With out any choice, I just took hold of his dick and I closed my eyes. He again lifted my nighty and petticoat with his hands. He started rubbing his hairy legs against my waxed soft legs, resulted him by making more excitement. Without understanding my situation, he turned me down and started hitting ass cheeks again and started inserting again into already ripped anal. With my each scream, he was getting more and more excited. He almost continued for 10 mins, till the time, he released sperms again. Some portion of sperms went inside and some portion of it fell on my thighs.

Sunday morning got up after the knock on the door around 8.00 AM. It became very difficult to make a step and with difficulty I opened the door and Sindhu just hugged me and asked me how is your first night and how is our hubby’s performance in the first night.

She understood everything as I am in totally different dress and in messy look. She mentioned that I went to room in saree, but now in nighty and different petticoat and even this petticoat has the smell of night’s activities. I just responded with tired smile. But she kept on insisting it as Manoj was still sleeping in silent manner.  Then she noticed tear in the nighty . And she slowly pulled me to another room and made me sit.  When I sat after adjusting my hips on the bed. She adjusted the fabric around me with careful hands, and that’s when she noticed something else.

"The petticoat is... inside out," she said with a quiet chuckle, a playful glint in her eyes.

I am unable to face her and with a smiling face, just told her, taking flesh inside is totally different feeling.

The Hidden Chapters -19

 First Night

Sindhu leaned in, whispering in my ear. “today is your night with Manoj and will see you tomorrow morning”. With that both Sindhu and Parlour lady stepped out of the room and closed the room from outside.

Manoj moved around to face me, and I noticed the way his eyes travelled—slowly, respectfully—but lingering. He didn’t hide it, either. He let his gaze settle on the intricate folds of my saree, the way the saree edges clung to my waist, the gentle curve of my blouse, the rise and fall of my breath beneath it.

“You chose the perfect saree,” he said softly, reaching out and lightly brushing the edge of my pallu with his fingers. “It’s... exquisite.

His eyes flicked to mine, then down—pausing, just for a second—at my breast under the soft silk.

You’re stunning, Bala. Honestly. In this saree, you’re the kind that ruins sleep

A soft laugh escaped me. “It’s the way you wear it. The way you move in it... It’s making it very hard to be a gentleman.”

He leaned closer, his breath brushing my ear. “Even your skin is glowing. It’s like it knows it’s about to be touched.”

I shifted just slightly, by tucking the pallu to my waist. Manoj inhaled, slowly. His gaze roamed again—this time with no apologies.

He stepped in, gently placing a hand at my hip partition.

And then I was in his arms—held, not claimed. His cheek brushed mine as he whispered, “You feel so warm. So real. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

Manoj took my hand and led me to the bed, his eyes warm and full of affection. His touch was light and careful as he helped me settle in, his presence steady and reassuring.

Just as I was about to sit, a sharp knock echoed from the door.

“Balaaa!” Sindhu’s voice rang from the door, far too cheerful for what was about to happen inside.

I scrambled up, startled, adjusted saree pallu and opened the door, breath still uneven. She stood there, grinning like a fox, holding a glass of milk.

“Here,” she said sweetly, handing milk glass to me. “Better give him this first... before he ends up drinking straight from your breast by keeping her hand on my newly formed breasts.”

My jaw dropped. Manoj coughed. And Sindhu just winked and walked off, humming.

He looked at me while taking the glass from sindhu and I closed the door and I can feel that he was staring at my ass and when I turned after closing the door, he is admiring the delicate curves of my newly formed breasts (due to injection) beneath the soft fabric of my blouse, his gaze filled with appreciation ,wonder and eagerness.

“You’re beautiful, Bala,” he said softly. “More than I ever imagined.”

We looked at each other and he pulled me bit closer to him. Then I gave him the milk glass and he completed half glass and asked me to have a sip, when I had one sip, he asked me finish it  But I kept the glass on the table.which is half glass. he asked me if I am tired, to which I smiled and asked him are you tired..he just smiled at me and kissed me.  He kissed me earlier but this is bit different and I became bit excited. He started caressing my back and waist. While he is caressing me, I kept his hands on his shoulder, and I pressed him on his shoulder.

Then he removed one box from pocket and gave me as a gift. And I asked him what it is. Then he asked me to open it, and I am surprised its key for new car and I again asked him is it for me and Manoj replied as yes.

And we kept speaking about life for an hour, and then again Manoj told me that there is second gift and he asked me to close my eyes. As I closed my eyes, he gave me kiss on my lips… this really surprised me more and I told him to stop…and he gave me strange look asking for reason…I told him to switch off the lights. With that, Manoj got up and switched off the lights and went to washroom. I am still on bed sitting and adjusting my pallu. Looking at the ceiling. Slowly, Manoj entered back to room by removing all his clothes. He is totally naked and his penis is pointing towards me. I am totally stunned and I don’t know whether to look at his face or his naked masculinity. And I asked him looked like you are in hurry in a smiling manner.

Manoj came closer to me and I am still in state of shock , grabbed my neck and kissed me so hard. Its so violent and my hands are at his chest and tried to push him, but I realised its not easy to push him. And I started to accept and I noticed that window screen is open and I asked him to close the window curtain. So Manoj went and closed the window curtain. I just gave a simple smile to him and I am relieved that I gave pause to his violent kiss. While turning back, I can see Manoj is looking at my breast. I know that they are not big size, but they are very firm and handful.  He came close to me and removed the pallu and started rubbing and squeezing my boobs and he kept his fingers in side the blouse and bra n pinched my nipples. Manoj sat on bed and made me to stand so that my breasts are close to his mouth. He peeled off my blouse and turned me back. He removed my bra hooks and he stood and holding my breasts from his hand. And his dick is pocking my ass crack. I can feel that over the layers of saree, petticoat and panty. Now I am naked on top and slowly he removed my saree and he made me turn towards him. I am now on petticoat only. Now he took the glass milk which is still half, poured small amount of milk on my breasts (which got created due to injection). As the milk is very cold due to air conditioning, my body jerked. He is still on bed and I am standing, he started licking the milk from my boobs. This is the first time I am feeding on my boobs. My eyes are closed and I am enjoying the touch of his tongue over my boobs.

He is sucking like a baby and I am holding his hair on his head. He is chewing and biting After giving multiple love bytes, he made me sit on bed and he stood in front of me. He made sure to point his dick infront my face. I am clueless as to what to do. And I told him, I am not comfortable. Manoj just smiled at me and told me don’t worry, I have an idea.

He took out oranges placed on beside the bed, and he peeled it and gave me few slices to eat and then he squeezed the orange juice over his dick and made it like juice falling from his dick. With out asking me, he then pushed his dick in my mouth.  I just kissed the tip of it, but he suddenly pushed it deep inside. I was made to swallow every bit of orange juice which got mixed with his precum. With out a choice, I stated licking everything. He held my head and watched me. I felt as if he is about to release his sperm in my mouth. And I felt even he understood that he is about to release . And then he immediately pushed me on the bed.

The Hidden Chapters -18

 

The Grooms Arrive

As I stood, adjusting my pallu and pleats nervously, Sindhu stepped out and returned a few minutes later, transformed.

She wore a cream silk kurta and a gold-embroidered veshti, her long hair tied back tightly, a sandalwood tilak on her forehead. Around her neck, she wore a long groom’s garland, and she carried a folded yellow thread in her palm—mangalyam.

She looked at me with pride and desire in her eyes. “Today, you are mine. And I... am your man.”

Before I could respond, there was a soft knock at the door.

The parlour lady opened it, and Manoj stepped inside.

He, too, had come dressed in traditional groom’s attire—white shirt, veshti, sacred thread over his shoulder, and a confident, affectionate smile that made my heart flutter.

His eyes met mine, and he paused. “You’re... breathtaking.”

I felt heat rise to my cheeks as both my grooms stood before me, and I, between them, trembling in the most beautiful way.

The Marriage Ritual

The parlour lady, now glowing with quiet joy, clapped her hands. “Alright, lovebirds. Let’s do this properly.”

She spread a simple silk mat on the floor and placed a small, decorated plate with turmeric, Kumkum, two Mangal sutras, and few flowers.

I was gently guided to sit in the middle.

First, Manoj stepped forward. He took one of the sacred yellow threads, touched it to his forehead, then leaned in, his hands steady.

He tied it around my neck slowly, the beads settling against my newly formed breasts.

“With this,” he whispered, “you are mine.”

The parlour lady helped tighten the knot, her eyes sparkling. And Sindhu adjusted the mangalya chain front and she ensured the locket fall exactly in the centre of the  two breasts.

Then, Sindhu , took the second mangalyam, her fingers brushing against my neck.

“This knot,” she said softly, “is for the soul. Not the body.”

She tied it gently, her breath warm against my skin. Two threads. Two promises. One heart.

The parlour lady placed a small vermillion dot on my forehead, right where the parting of my wig met the scalp.

“You’re their wife now, Bala.

Manoj and Sindhu each took one of my hands. I looked between them—my first groom, my second groom—and felt something in me settle. Something sacred. Something real. Both of them kissed me on cheeks.

I am no longer just Bala.

I am their Bala.

Their bride. I touched both their feet and took the blessings and then parlour lady took me to the small temple room and asked me to take blessings from gods as well.

The ceremony had ended, but the scent of sandalwood and jasmine lingered in the air like a memory that refused to fade..

Manoj and Sindhu walked on either side of me as we entered the quiet, lamp-lit room. A simple mattress had been laid out with care—fresh sheets, pillows fluffed, petals scattered like whispered blessings. A single oil lamp flickered in the corner, casting golden shadows that danced across the walls.

I stood for a moment in the doorway, unsure of what to do.

The Hidden Chapters - 17

 

The Bridal Transformation

After the shared laughter faded into affectionate silence, the parlour lady sat up on the bed, smoothing her sari with practiced ease.

“Alright, enough of teasing,” she said with a playful grin. “It’s time to turn our bride into the goddess she is.”

Sindhu helped me sit up, brushing her fingers softly down my back. “Come on,” she whispered, “today is your night. Ours too.”

The parlour lady took my hand and led me into the dressing area. The room had already been set—warm yellow lighting, a wide mirror framed with tiny bulbs, and trays filled with brushes, makeup, bangles, flowers, and neatly folded garments.

She gestured for me to sit.

I did, and soon, I felt the transformation begin. First, she helped me into hip-enhancing artificial silicon vagina and this time its much softer and very much like my skin colour. She placed it perfectly so that my manliness completely covered and neatly placed. It created perfect shape for me and I can feel no traces of my manliness is visible. She made me lie on the bed and adjusted to ensure it fixed properly. Later she gave soft cotton lacy panty.

Just as I was sitting there, wondering what was going on, Sindhu walked into the room with a big smile on her face.

“Did you give her the treatment yet?” she asked the beautician.

“Almost,” the lady replied, getting things ready.

Sindhu sat beside me and gave me a cheeky grin. “Bala, guess what? Manoj is really excited about you and he is waiting for tonight.”

I looked at her, a little confused. “Why? What did he say?”

She leaned in closer, her eyes full of mischief. “He wants everything to be perfect for the first night. He wants to see you looking your most beautiful... and feel you close. So, we’re doing a little beauty magic to help with that.”

I blinked. “Beauty magic?”

Sindhu giggled. “It’s a simple, safe treatment—just a bit of saline injection. It’ll give your figure a lovely, soft shape for the day. Nothing permanent, just something special for tonight. Like a little fairy-tale touch and he wants you to breast feed him and treat him like a lover boy”

I blushed. “And... he really said all that?”

“Oh yes,” she teased, nudging my shoulder. “He said he wants to hold you so close tonight, he might never let go. You’re his dream come true, and he wants to enjoy every moment.”

I laughed shyly, covering my face. “Sindhu, stop teasing!”

She laughed too. “I’m just saying, Bala… tonight, you’re going to make him fall in love all over again.

The beautician finished preparing the materials and gave me a reassuring smile. “It’s just a small saline-based treatment. It’s temporary and safe—it helps enhance your natural shape just a little for the evening.”

I glanced at Sindhu, who gave me a playful wink. “Trust me, Bala, it’s going to make you feel gorgeous.”

I nodded nervously, and the beautician began. The treatment itself was surprisingly gentle—just a small series of injections, done with care and precision. I barely felt a thing, but within minutes, I noticed a subtle change.

My figure slowly began to shift, softening and becoming a little fuller in the right places. My chest looked more pronounced—elegant and natural. I glanced down and realized that my chest perfectly filled 34C dress size. Not exaggerated—just balanced, flattering, and graceful.

I couldn’t help but touch my arm gently to my side, surprised by the softness and shape. “Wow… that’s really something.”

Sindhu grinned. “See? Told you! You look absolutely radiant, Bala. Manoj’s going to be speechless.”

I smiled shyly, a warm sense of confidence spreading through me. It wasn’t just about how I looked—it was how I felt. For the first time in days, I wasn’t just nervous. I was excited.

Tonight really might be something special.

I couldn’t help but glance down, noticing the soft fullness that now shaped my figure. My chest looked rounder, more defined—elegant, even. The change wasn’t dramatic, but it was enough to make me pause.

Is this really me? I wondered, gently touching the curve of my side. It still felt like my body, just… different. Softer. More feminine. More present.

There was a strange, fluttering sense of awe in me. I had never seen myself like this before—so complete, almost maternal in some way. That thought made me blush. It was strange, even silly, but part of me wondered... Could there be milk? I knew it was only a saline treatment—nothing real, nothing lasting. But the fullness felt so real, so alive.

And somewhere deep within me, a tender thought emerged: I wish I could care for Manoj in that way—hold him close, feel like feeding him with my newly formed breast.

I looked away from the mirror, my cheeks warm. I didn’t know what tonight would bring.

Then a padded bra and adjusting my newly formed breasts with the precision.

Next came a shade of pink cotton petticoat. As the fabric swirled around my legs and hugged my waist, I felt myself shifting. This wasn’t dressing up. This was stepping into something sacred. I can clearly see myself a perfect lady shape. perfect top and bottom. I adjusted the petticoat knot so that its not visible and softened my front and back over the soft cotton petticoat.

“Raise your arms,” she instructed, slipping a golden yellow blouse over me. It hugged breasts perfectly, soft and firm in all the right places. I kept fingers at the edge of blouse and adjusted it again.

Then came the saree—a rich, vibrant pink with orange border red silk with gold zari work. Sindhu entered quietly and stood behind me, watching each fold being pleated, tucked, and draped with grace.

The parlour lady’s hands worked with elegance, pulling the pleats tight at my waist, letting the pallu fall delicately over my shoulder.

“Now, the hair,” she said.

She opened a box and brought out a stunning wig—long, jet black, and slightly wavy. She secured it over my hairline with gentle fingers, combing it neatly down my back. Then, she adorned it with jasmine garlands, pinning the flowers into the hair until the room filled with their sweet scent.

Sindhu stepped closer, her eyes full of emotion. “You look... divine.”

The parlour lady applied the finishing touches—kohl lining my eyes, a deep red bindi in the center of my forehead, sindoor brushed lightly at the parting of the wig. She fastened gold-colored jhumkas to my ears, slipped glass bangles onto my wrists, and tied a waist chain delicately around my hips.

I looked at myself in the mirror and barely recognized the reflection. 

I was the bride. Their bride.