Ever since the Great Growth, propaganda from the Ministry of Women had taken a darker turn. The orig

Ever since the Great Growth, propaganda from the Ministry of Women had taken a darker turn. The original ones had been so calm and peaceful–”Don’t you want to be taken care of?” “Partner up–You’ll never be alone!” But now, as the vast majority of men had fallen prey to huge women, and the only remainder were the… Well, the scary ones.She could crush you, it wouldn’t even be hard, they seemed to say. If you come out now, maybe she’ll be lenient, but if one of the Women find you now, they’ll smash you to death. Look at this one–fine specimen, thick, curvy, tiny little bowed-in waist. She’s eleven feet tall. She weighs over nine hundred pounds, and she’s on the small side. Even the weakest girls are stronger than the strongest men now. If we find you, we’ll let one of the big girls ride you, and you won’t survive.It had worked, too. Half the resistance had crumbled–if they went over voluntarily, they’d be given to some kind, doting girl with tits the size of beach balls, and she’d just take care of them and let them shrink away pleasantly, one orgasm at a time, until they could barely be considered anything at all. Much more pleasant than the swift and painful death they were being promised if they continued to aid and abet. The world wasn’t theirs anymore, so come over. We have all the power now. Respect it.And if you don’t, we’ll fuck you to death.(RIP, Rise of Wives) -- source link

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