Chaos in Mumbai: A Descent into Obsession

In the bustling heart of Mumbai, where the humid air clung to every surface like a lover's sweat, the government's new decree had turned the city into a breeding ground unlike any other. Only two women remained in the entire metropolis: Priya, the 29-year-old married beauty with her massive, bouncing tits leaking milk from swollen nipples, her wide hips and thick ass curving out in a hypnotic sway, and her mother Saratha, 47, whose enormous breasts jiggled with every step, her plump ass cheeks clapping softly as she moved, her body a voluptuous testament to years of fertile allure. The serum, injected into every eligible woman, slashed pregnancy to a mere three months, and the more cocks that pumped seed into their wombs, the more babies they'd birth. For lower middle-class men of all ages and religions, they were commanded to fuck these two relentlessly, rotating every three months to spread the breeding across neighborhoods. Priya and Saratha were stripped bare from dawn till dusk, their naked forms on constant display, pussies and asses always slick and ready for the next invasion. The brother, Arjun, 26 and lean with a perpetual hard-on from watching his family get railed, could only stand by at first, his cock throbbing in his pants as strangers claimed what was once his private fantasy. It started in the crowded market of Dharavi, the first rotation's hotspot. Priya bent over a vegetable stall, her heavy tits swinging like pendulums as a burly Muslim vendor, mid-40s with a thick beard, gripped her hips and slammed his veiny cock into her dripping pussy from behind. 'Take it, you Hindu slut,' he grunted, his balls slapping against her clit with each brutal thrust. Milk squirted from her nipples, splattering the tomatoes as she moaned, her ass cheeks rippling from the force. Another man, a young Sikh laborer barely 18, shoved his dick past her lips, fucking her mouth roughly while pinching her leaking teats, sucking down the warm milk that flowed freely. Nearby, Saratha was pinned against a wall by three men: a Christian fisherman, a Hindu rickshaw driver, and an older Muslim tailor. Her legs spread wide, pussy stretched around the fisherman's girthy shaft as he pounded upward, his hands mauling her massive tits, squeezing until milk sprayed in arcs. 'Breed this old whore,' the driver laughed, waiting his turn to ram into her ass, lubed only by the cum already leaking from her holes. The tailor forced her hand around his cock, jerking him off while he twisted her nipples, drawing more lactation to coat her curves. Saratha's body quaked, her curved frame arching as orgasms ripped through her, pussy clenching to milk every drop of seed. Arjun watched from the shadows, his sister's cries echoing as the vendor flooded her womb, pulling out to let the Sikh boy plunge in, fucking her with youthful frenzy. Cum dripped down Priya's thighs, mixing with her juices, her big ass bouncing wildly. 'More... fill me up,' she gasped between gags, her lactating breasts heaving. By evening, the women were dragged to a communal hall, naked and glistening with sweat and semen. Priya straddled a circle of five men, her pussy impaled on one cock while another reamed her ass, double-penetrating her roughly as hands groped her tits, mouths latching on to suckle her milk. Saratha, on all fours, took a train of dicks--one in her mouth, one in her pussy, one in her ass--her body rocking violently, tits flopping and spraying milk across the floor. The government's rule ensured no hole went unfilled; every thrust aimed to maximize births.

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