riseofwives: “It’s okay, honey, I don’t mind,” she said, her voice tender an

riseofwives: “It’s okay, honey, I don’t mind,” she said, her voice tender and full of understanding, “that’s right…you can look at them all you want now. I know that’s what you need to do.” I couldn’t fight it even if I wanted to, this instinct. Slowly, over time, the rest of the world had gradually begun to matter less and less to me. Everything else, everything but her, was becoming less important, out of focus. And now…now even she was starting to look less clear in my vision. Everything about her, her face, her hair, her hands and limbs. Everything…except for them. “Stare, honey, go ahead and stare,” she continued, watching my gaze fix and flatten, my mouth lolling open and head start to bob on my neck, “no reason to fight it anymore. It’s done. It’s over, just relax…” She took a deep breath, purposefully, to swell her chest in her top. Any will or resolve I had left was gone, evaporating, that much she could certainly see. Any further thoughts of resistance, or just a self-sufficient life or independence, were no longer even an issue. I was hers. I belonged to her breasts. “You know, honey, that you have nothing to worry about,” she said, “Mama’s gonna take good care of you. No matter how weak you are, no matter how small you get, Mama’s here. Just let your mind go, too…no, no, no…Aw! Shhh! Shh, sweetie. It’s okay…I know, it’s hard. But there’s no need to worry, anymore. You don’t need to think. Just look at my chest, sweetie, and let it all go. There, doesn’t that feel nice? Yes…yes it does! Oh, my sweet honey, my little husband, don’t worry. Mama’s got it. Your wife’s gonna take care of everything…”  Despite her efforts, despite her comforting voice, I had begun to cry. It was all so true…along with my body weakening, growing smaller and thinner, I had felt my mind slipping, my personality and will fading. And she…she, on the other hand…she had never seemed so bright. So confident and poised. She was growing smarter every day, that I knew - they all were - and had begun to treat me like a simple child. “Aw, honey,” she cooed, in an effort to soothe me, “do you need to breastfeed? Mama’s here, Mama’s all full for you…” -- source link

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