Note: This is a story I have written after getting inspired by another story on ISS.
“Hello, I am Ramsankar.” said a fat, short guy about in his forties, wearing a suit while he stood at the entrance of the house.
“Oh! Please, please come in. I’m Shruti’s father.” said a skinny older guy with gray hair, standing inside. He welcomed him in a small 1BHk apartment of his. Then directing him to a seat he said, “Please sit. Shruti is getting ready. I’ll go tell her that you have come.”
This old man was bouncing with excitement but with weak steps, he walked towards the bedroom. Meanwhile, Ramsankar waited outside lost in a thought. The old man knocked the bedroom door twice but then barged in without any permission from inside. There in front of a mirror was sitting a girl in a simple lemon green sari.
“How much longer, beta (girl)? He’s here to see you.” said the old man.
The girl sitting in front of the mirror was Shruti, his daughter. She had a skinny weak body structure that resembled the old man, long black hair braided down till her hip and fair skin. Her face had flawless skin and would have been appealing had it not appeared malnourished sunken cheeks.
“My, little princess!” Said the old man as he saw her smiling face in the mirror she was looking. Even though he complimented her beauty, she wasn’t one. She had put on a lot of makeup to look attractive to the stranger who had come to see her. But something was missing as she was looking blankly at the mirror. She quickly fixed the error by wearing thick black rimmed spectacles of high power lenses and then turned,
“How do I look?” she asked full of excitement.
The old man in response cheerfully rushed to her extending his hands to pick her up saying, “… and the winner of this year’s beauty pageant is Shruti…”
While all this drama was going on inside, Ramsankar was on his phone outside. He seemed to be having debate with someone about closing this deal. ‘The deal’ in this case was marriage proposal. Ramsankar was a fat single guy in his 40s looking for a bride. His only asset was the butt-load of money and a well established jewelry business he inherited a couple of decades ago from his parents who died in an accident. While he stayed busy with other stuff all that time, now he felt the need to search for a partner.
Despite being rich all his efforts were in vein as no sane woman was willing to marry him. It was not his luck but desperate efforts that enabled him to meet Shruti’s father through his web on contacts. Shruti was merely 22 and yet she was willing to get married to him. Perhaps she was too young to sacrifice her life but after seeing her appearance, it felt as if both were equally flawed to be a perfect match.
After some time Shruti came out with her father. She blushed while bringing him tea her father made and then sat next to him. Both were hesitant first, but the father broke the silence and the couple got into small talk.
They asked and answered all sorts of questions to each other but one honest secret about each other. Had they been forcibly tortured to spill out the truth, this is what they would have said,
First the bride, “I’m 22 and a college dropout. I have no ambition in life and all I want to do is get married to a rich guy and spend the rest of my life relaxed without doing any work. I don’t like to take care of my body or face, I have no skill or talent nor do I cook. But thankfully you are fat and uglier and most importantly, RICH.”
Then goes the groom, “I’m 40 plus years old, fat ugly shabby guy. This is the first time I am wearing a suit to impress you, rest of my days are spent in boxers. I am fucking rich even today all because I have three associates who handle my business. Meanwhile, I spend my days sleeping, eat and continuously being high on alcohol-drugs.”
This was what both were thinking but fortunately didn’t say it out loud. They agreed for marriage that was due four months since then. Both men shook hands and Shruti escorted her ‘to be husband’ to the door.
While all the talk happened Ramsankar seemed fine and made no conditions or demands until that night when Shruti received a text message.
“Hi. I know you have lived a certain kind of lifestyle due to your poor economic condition. But if you want to marry me, you can’t stay like this. I want you to come stay at my house before marriage as soon as possible. By the day of the wedding I want you to become a woman who deserves to be called a rich man’s wife. I hope your old man agrees to this because you have no other choice.”
Four months to wedding,
Shruti had no other choice but to do as Ramsankar said in the text. Since Shruti came of age she only wore saris as her father insisted on it. That is why she was told to leave all her clothes behind and come only with on pair of under-wear. In Ramsankar’s house there were many servants and one of them Ramu-kaka had a daughter of about the same age. She was given the responsibility to pick dresses for Shruti before she arrived. All the dresses she brought were ladies Punjabi dresses and night maxi for sleeping.
“Are these the dresses I’m supposed to wear? Where are all the saris?” asked Shruti when she looked at the arranged closet.
“Yes… Oh, come on the girl. You are a young woman, try to dress like one.” He said staring at her with drowsy eyes.
“But, I’ve never worn… my father won’t…” she hesitated.
“Listen.” said Ramsankar, holding her arms from both sides, “Your father is not here. You can wear anything. Please do this for me.”
Then he went out of the room. That was the first time Ramsankar had made physical contact with Shruti. Despite being the only two people in the room, alone at night in their house, Ramsankar didn’t look at her with lustful eyes. While he held her he didn’t even make any attempt to brush, touch or squeeze her breasts. Perhaps because he was a good guy or perhaps Shruti didn’t have anything that deserved to be called as breasts in the first place.
Since that night Shruti started living in a big bungalow. Her life was simple, spend quality time in the bungalow knowing the people around, eating delicious food, and go out for shopping if she liked or perhaps pick up some hobby. Since she moved in, surprisingly, Ramsankar started to wear proper clothes in the house. He woke up on time and spent most of the day outside and returned in the evening just to have dinner, chat with her and go to sleep. Shruti was a virgin and her ‘to be husband’ intended to keep it that way, which was why both used to sleep in two different bedrooms.
Ram Sankar didn’t express her any affection tried to flirt with her while talking face to face. When they talked over diner it was as if a father was asking his daughter, “How was your day?” After that, he appeared too fatigued to stay awake post dinner.
But surprisingly since the next few days, Ram Sankar started texting Shruti during the day while he was out. It was surprising because he was being very romantic via text and didn’t miss a single opportunity to express love or flirt with her. Love poems, shaayaris, kiss emojis, he sent all of them.
Almost a month had passed and this rich life was suiting very well to Shruti. Living indoors, eating healthy had made her gain weight but in a good way. Her ribcage was no more visible over her bare skin, her hands and legs were skinny no more and most importantly within just two weeks, she had to change he bra size and yet again after next two weeks.
Over these days Shruti had gotten comfortable in wearing Punjabi dresses. She had ten sets of dresses she wore in rotation every day. They had washing machines in the house, servants to do the washing and yet Ramsankar insisted her to send the dresses to the outside laundry. Shruti was hesitant because every time the clothes came from washing she had a suspicion that her clothes were altered. The cut around the neck was deeper and the overall length of Kurtas had been reduced. She suspected this because first the dresses used to fit such that very less amount of skin was visible around the neck. But with passage of time, the dresses started revealing more skin. The flat surface of her upper chest was interrupted with a depression, then a shadow and by the end of the month she was showing proper cleavage. So much so that she had wear a dupatta if she wanted to go outside anywhere.
Overall Shruti was getting better and that could be only for good reason, right?
Three months to wedding,
One morning when Shruti was enjoying tea in lawn alone while reading the newspaper, she was interrupted by the watchman.
“Madam, Saab (Sir) sent this for you.” Said the guy in khaki uniform and handed her a package with a folded note. Shruti took the package and started reading the note while the watchman simply stood there.
“My sweet Shruti. Honey, I always say you look so pretty and I mean it. But I want you to look beautiful, attractive, so much that every man should stand to erect the moment he looks at you. This is why I have sent you these coupons and address card to a beauty parlour. Take Ramu kaka’s daughter if you will and become prettier for me by the evening. After that perhaps you could see if you can fix your eyes with a lens and your teeth…”
The note had more to say but then she was distracted seeing the watchman standing.
“Anything more?” she asked looking at him with an expression of annoyance.
The watchman simply nodded without a word and turned to walk away. Once he had his back facing Shruti, he couldn’t help but smile thinking that his quota for today is complete. Back then Shruti was unaware of it but there was a strong reason why the watchman used to find silly reasons to go talk to hear early in the morning and used to quietly stand next to her until she told him to leave.
Over the days the watchman had learned something. Shruti is most careless during the morning while she very interestingly reads the newspaper. So while she is busy doing something else the watchman interestingly stares at the perfect cleavage of his ‘Maalkin’ (owner/employer – but ‘hot babe’ in this case) formed by her newly grown boobs.
Continuing with the story, Shruti took the package inside while continuing to read the note, “The beauty parlour I am sending you to have a certain standard of dress code. So, please wear this when you go out.”
Shruti opened the package to find something black and something jeans. She went to the changing room to put on those clothes. Once done she stood in front of a full-length mirror. She was shocked to see how pretty she looked. Half sleeved black T-shirt with a deep cut neck and skin tight full-length jeans.
The T-shirt was tight around her bust and so it squeezed her boobs tight to show off a big cleavage. Though she liked what it did to her sex appeal, she pulled up her shirt to cover it for safety sake,
“Slightly visible bare belly is fine but not this.” She said squeezing her surprisingly grown breasts while looking in the mirror. After doing a few more adjustments Shruti went out.
While she spent her entire day being busy with her makeover, she was chatting, flirting with her ‘to be husband’ via text. To take this to next level, Ramsankar started demanding a selfie of Shruti whenever she put on a new outfit.
At first, it was just,
“Honey I miss you, please send me a pic.”
“Show me how beautiful you look.”
“One cute selfie of my beautiful wife, please!” he would text and to the last one she would naughtily reply, “Not yet!” and then send a photo.
But with habit Ramsankar started demanding for the uncensored photos of her in the dress. Not when properly covered when out in public, rather he wanted the sexier version of the photos.
Over the next month, Shruti started wearing more western outfits that too with the sole purpose of sending photos to her lover. To top on that she also learned to pose seductively for the photos. Her relationship got stronger with all the people living in the bungalow, the servants, the watchmen, milkman, vegetable guy etc. But surprisingly only person she failed to connect with was Ramsankar, face to face. Despite the fact that he was very romantic with her via texts during the day, when used to return in the evening, the behavior was total contrast. The only thing new that started happening was that Ramasankar started hugging her every once in a while.
Two months to wedding,
The gifts giving stage had begun. During the day Ramsankar started sending gifts like flowers, teddy bears, greeting cards etc. Shruti did really like it at first. Her fiancé was expressing love by presenting objects as a compensation for what he wasn’t able to express face to face.
The only intimate thing he did once was to hug her longer than usual and while his arms were still around her, he spoke,
“You need to get rid of this long hair.” He said pulling the long braided hair that went up to her hip, “I think you will look good with untied hair only till your shoulders.”
And then the next day he gifted her big teddy bear after she sent a photo of her in salon chopping off that ugly tail. Gifts were fine, gifts were fun for her until he started using those objects as a bribe.
“Look at this naughty bunny pulling on your shirt to show off your cleavage.”
“Wow, the diamond pendant necklace fits perfectly between your tightly squeezed boobs.”
“Oh, my you were caught not wearing any shirt or bra. Good thing I had to send two roses to cover your nipples.”
“You are out in public and your top suddenly slips to show off your nipple. I feel sorry. How can I make up to you.”
These were the kind of comments made by Ramsankar via text prior such incidents happened. Shruti was reluctant but forced to enact those instances and send photos to him on the phone. Not literally forced but she felt it to be her obligation. But at the same time, these acts were making Shruti bolder and more confident to interacting with other people.
Most daring thing Shruti did was when she was gifted a transparent pink silk cloth and she had to take pictures of her wearing nothing else but covered in this cloth. At first, she wore it as a sari without blouse or undergarments. Then she took a series of pictures while she stripped out of it. The final photo was of Shruti placing the cloth on the floor and she lying on her belly such that her bare butt and boobs both were visible in the photo.
Another naughty thing she did was, instead of using a camera stand for this sexy private photo shoot, she let 69 years old Ramu-kaka take her pictures. This was something Ramsankar himself suggested via text.
“Ramu-kaka is so old that not even hardcore sex live porn can get him excited.”
One month to wedding,
Sexting became a usual thing. Shruti had developed many contacts by visiting beauty parlors, getting invited and actually going to high profile parties. She had started spending a lot of time with posh people doing what they did. Even when she was in public, Ramsankar used to initiate sex chat and used to force her to find a quieter place where she would undress and masturbate while taking selfies or recording videos in some cases.
If this is how bold she had got while in private, there was an improvement in her public appearance too. Shruti got her eyesight fixed via laser operation. She got her teeth fixed and bleached them bright white. Her thick black hair was wavy and beautifully seated on her shoulders. Her outfits got scantier and sexier as she preferred to wear petite western outfits at all times. She had gotten so bold with her dressing sense that she was just a couple of months shy of wearing a two-piece bikini or lingerie in public.
The day of the wedding was closing in but she wasn’t bothered. After all, she was already living the life of a rich man’s wife. The wedding was just to make it official. Shruti was already doing hot yoga, swimming, and other athletic activities to stay in perfect shape. There was just one thing her ideal body was shy off which Ramsankar pointed out via a phone call.
“Hi, baby. I can’t believe how much better you have gotten over these few months. You are in ideal shape. You are actually living like a rich man’s wife. There’s only one more thing I want you to have… bigger boobs.”
The conversation continued but the gist of it was this. Ramsankar wanted his wife to have bigger boobs without getting pregnant. This is something work of fiction, but unlike those fake internet advertisements, he actually found a way. A massage parlour in the city that uses certain oils that are nutritious for the body such that when rubbed, the skin absorbs it making the boobs actually grow bigger. Shruti hesitated to do it but was convinced after some efforts put by her husband in form of gifts.
At the massage parlour she called Ramsankar, “Hi. The person giving here massage is a guy.”
“So?” he asked.
“I can’t do this. He will have to touch my naked body.” She said arguing with him.
“So what? He’s a professional. Let him do his job. You will see the results.” He replied and the hung up the phone.
In a small room, Shruti took off all her clothes and putting on a robe she went to the table. The masseur walked in and told her to lie down. Then while she had kept her eyes shut, he untied the robe to reveal her full frontal nude body. While he was pulling the robe apart, Shruti with quick instinct held his hands interrupting him, she hesitated but then let his hands loose to let him do anything at will.
Resting her completely naked on the bed, he applied the oil and started rubbing all over her body. From top to bottom he fondled all her body parts sufficient to get her aroused. Further, as she took the breast-enlargement special package, he had to slap her breasts to make them red hot and special exercises to make them swell. Seeing her get very excited he stuffed his finger in her vagina and started rubbing.
“Please stop!” she shouted.
But then the man covered her mouth and holding her down said, “Please let me do my job. If you go out unsatisfied, you might attract unwanted attention. It would be better if you have your orgasm here so that you can peacefully go home.”
Shruti was convinced and let him do whatever he felt was right. Fortunately for her, he didn’t make any attempt to actually fuck her.
Four such sessions had passed and the result was very clear. Shruti was more beautiful than ever and she wore shorts and sleeveless shirts to flaunt her beauty proudly to anyone she came by. As she enjoying perverted gazes of the passer-bys she thought,
“Now I am ready to get married.”
The night before her wedding Shruti was alone in her bedroom wearing just a night robe. Standing in front of the mirror she dropped the robe to reveal her completely naked body. Then she studied it looking from top to bottom.
‘Lush shiny black hair, waves falling on her bare shoulders like a waterfall. Pretty face with the right amount of glow on the cheeks and dimples. Something I saw in me only in the photos when I was a baby. Perfect hourglass body with breasts bigger than ever. Pink nipples and vagina of the same that stands out since I wax-cleaned any unwanted hair. Firm round butt that anyone will be tempted to touch…”
While she appreciated her body, Shruti remembered the time when she stood naked in front of a mirror a few months back. It was the day Ramsankar was coming to see her for the first time. In the morning while her father was out shopping, she walked naked out of the bathroom to her bedroom. Then she stood in front of the mirror on the dressing table. Looking at her skinny malnourished body she said, “Who would marry a girl like me…?
Back in the present, she completed the sentence saying, “… who wouldn’t?”
Wedding night,
All the procedures were done and during the reception, the newly married couple was standing to meet all the visitors. Most of the guests were from Ram Shankar’s side. Among others, he stressed on introducing three most important people to him.
“Shruti. Meet these three, my business associates and my best friends since childhood; Mani, Krishna, and Ahmed.” He pointed out one by one. Then when all stood in pose for the photo Ramsankar whispered in Shruti’s ear,
“You might have got married to me today, but from now, make up your mind to be the wife to all four of us.”
-END-
P.S.:
-Though not mentioned in the story, all the pre-wedding training Shruti had undergone was carried out not by Ramsankar but by his three friends. They chatted with Shruti, gifted her and asked for naked perverted photos and videos of her.
-Further one of the friends was the masseur in disguise who pleasured Shruti’s naked body in the massage parlour.
-These three friends have already turned all women in the jewelry shop, their sex slaves. So their deal with Ramsankar regarding Shruti is, that they can feel her body, pleasure her, get her excited, make her do shameful things in public but when it comes to sex, they will ensure that Shruti has sex with only one guy, her husband Ramsankar.
Thank you.
Raj M.
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