The next morning, Uncle Rajesh announced to the family that they would all head to Grandma's house in the village for a short vacation. Nisha, busy with her household chores, felt a wave of relief wash over her. Finally, some peace, she thought. No one will fuck me there. I can rest my body. Her once innocent figure had transformed dramatically—her breasts had swollen into massive, heavy orbs that constantly leaked warm milk, staining her clothes; her ass had grown round and plump like a perfect fucktoy; her thick thighs jiggled with every step, screaming slutty invitation.

As they piled into the car for the journey, Charu, her cousin sister, sat right next to Nisha. The moment the car started moving, Charu slyly slid her hand under Nisha's salwar. Her fingers pressed firmly against Nisha's clothed pussy, rubbing in slow, teasing circles over the fabric. Nisha bit her lip hard, trying desperately not to moan, her face flushing red. Throughout the entire ride, Charu kept rubbing and pressing, feeling the hot, slimy juices soaking through Nisha's panty and salwar. Nisha's pussy throbbed, leaking uncontrollably, her nipples hardening and dripping milk inside her bra.