Beginning of a long journey

That first night, Priya brought out estrogen injections and pills. “This is part of our family ritual now,” she whispered as she injected me. “Your breasts will grow full and sensitive so you can truly become one of the women in this house.” Meena stroked my hair lovingly while Arjun kissed me deeply.
The family rituals began immediately and became sacred.
Ritual One – The Bridal Dressing Ceremony
Every Friday evening, I would arrive and be bathed, shaved, and dressed by Priya and Meena in full bridal attire — saree, heavy jewelry, fresh nose ring adjustment, and fresh jasmine. They would apply makeup while chanting soft blessings, treating me as the family’s third wife.
Ritual Two – The Breeding Night
After dressing, I would first worship Arjun’s cock on my knees, sucking him deeply while my nose ring brushed his shaft. Then I would breed the women. Priya lay back first, legs spread under her saree. I entered her wet pussy, thrusting as my silk rustled, until I filled her womb with my load while Arjun held me from behind. Meena followed on all fours, moaning “Breed Mommy” as I fucked her harder, my growing estrogen-sensitive nipples rubbing against her back. I pumped both their fertile wombs full of cum.
Ritual Three – The Seed Sharing and Cleaning
After breeding, Arjun would fuck both women’s creampied pussies, then feed me his cock covered in their mixed juices. I would then kneel and eat his cum and my own from Priya’s and Meena’s pussies, licking every drop while my nose ring pressed against their clits. They praised me as a “good family bride.”
Ritual Four – The Hormone and Breast Worship
Every session included my estrogen dose. Over the weeks, my breasts swelled into full, sensitive C-cups with puffy brown nipples. The women incorporated breast worship into the ritual — sucking and pinching my tits while I was still in my bridal saree, making me leak small amounts of milk as the hormones deepened.
Ritual Five – The Pregnancy Confirmation and Belly Blessing
Months later, both Priya and Meena had positive tests. The family celebrated with a special ritual. I was dressed in my bridal lehenga. I knelt and kissed their bellies, then fucked each of them again while they rubbed their growing pregnant stomachs. Arjun took me anally right after, filling my ass while I licked their pregnant pussies. Afterward, they made me squat over their faces so they could drink Arjun’s cum from my used hole, then we all shared deep, messy cum kisses.
These rituals became the heartbeat of our family. Every weekend I was their saree-clad bride — breasts growing heavier, nose ring always gleaming, body used and worshipped. I bred both mother and daughter repeatedly, even as their bellies swelled. Arjun fucked me daily, the women nursed on my estrogen-grown tits, and I happily ate every load of cum from their pregnant pussies.
I had been fully accepted into the family — no longer just Raj, but their permanent feminized Indian bride, central to their most intimate rituals, swollen breasts, pierced nose, and womb-filled purpose.