Me: “Well, he isn’t…. Paati. All that he left you is poverty. You were the one to offer me food and shelter. I have no one else in this world. I just want you to live happily. I spent all my remaining money on you. I don’t even have money to pay your rent for the next month. I am sorry I made you angry. I will leave now. Sorry for everything, Paati.”
I sobbed as I shamelessly lied through my teeth. I am not naïve like her to spend my money on charity for her. If I am investing, I need profits. On hearing this, she got emotional and apologized
Gowthami: “Sorry, Pera. I didn’t know the trouble you have gone through for me. Forgive me Pera”.
Me: It’s all right Paati. I only want you to be happy. If you have a better idea, we will do it. Think and let me know within 2-3 days.”
I again played on her weak thoughts “Even if we commit suicide, I will be with you Paati” (Like hell, I will commit suicide. But the word “Suicide” reminded her of her dire situation, and it visibly shook her. But she stayed silent.
The following day, she had that determined look on her face. “I want to live Pera. I want to enjoy the riches of the world. What should I do? I will follow your instructions. You are now the man of this house. You are all I have.”
I invited the nearby hotel owner Murugan to be our chief guest for the grand reopening. We had 60 days, and I planned to change Gowthami Patti drastically while the hotel was being refurbished. For the next fifty days, I made her eat four times a day while getting more personal and touchier with her. I made her oily junk foods and ice-creams and restricted her from doing anything…apart from sleeping and reading some spicy masala comics and film magazines. I wanted her to get familiar with the current fashion sense.
After 45-50 days, I saw visible changes in her body, and man, never did I think I would get a boner for Paati (I know I got aroused, but never a full hard boner). Her body started getting fleshier like a jersey cow. Her blouse was becoming tighter around her arms, her face got chubbier, and her oranges just got ripe. Yeah, her udders swelled up like inflated balloons. Her areolas were like black dosas, and her nipple pierced through her thin blouse fabric. Her tummy got fleshy, and she had to tie her saree above her navel to hide all that tummy meat. It was a pleasure to see her fleshy hip folds. Even at 60, she could turn quite a few heads.
Now for stage two of my plan. I bought Gowthami Patti two sets of sarees online. One was a stretchable red silk blouse with medium sleeve and padded push-up bra with underwire, lace panty, and a stiff cotton saree so that her boobs would stand out just fine. I also brought her another low-quality nylon figure-hugging saree for the ads with a matching thin fabric black blouse (like the one usually worn by low-class ladies). I made her wear a contrasting white bullet bra that projected her oranges as perky and rounded. Oblivious to Gauthami Patti, The photos were carefully taken to give the viewers a seductive view of her fleshy tummy, contrasting see-through innerwear, and a taste of her aging body. The social ads were a hit. Even hotel owner Murugan rang me up.