Bani stood at the base of the crumbling stairs leading to the old abandoned hostel terrace, her entire body trembling. It was 7 PM. The sky was turning dark orange. This was the same terrace where Arjun had taken her virginity days ago — now it felt like a full circle. Her phone buzzed with Priya’s final warning: “Come exactly as you are. No innerwear. No escape.”

She was wearing a simple red salwar kameez — the same innocent style she wore on her first day of college. But now it felt like a costume. No bra, no panty. Her heavy breasts swayed freely, nipples already hard. Her pussy was sore yet dripping from the morning pool orgy. Marks from all the previous nights covered her body like badges of her transformation.