straight up just had a shit day at work and need there to be a big plant mama to tuck me in and feed me dinner and corecuddle me while i go nonverbal but noooooo i gotta do it all myself. this place is a prison
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straight up just had a shit day at work and need there to be a big plant mama to tuck me in and feed me dinner and corecuddle me while i go nonverbal but noooooo i gotta do it all myself. this place is a prison
Whatever your future looked like before, it changed the moment he came inside you. The moment his seed took root inside you, the entire trajectory of your life shifted, changing in countless ways and not all of them are tangible.
Some of the tangible ones are obvious. Your body changes, swelling outward into the picture of fertility of motherhood, not all of which will fade after you give birth. Your hips remain permanently widened, your breasts just a bit more swollen than they were before (perhaps more than a bit) and, though they may fade in color, the stretch marks will never fully disappear.
They're not just limited to your body, though. Your career, your plans, everything gets upturned. You have a baby now. You have someone reliant on you, dependent on you. Whatever money you had budgeted for vacations or going out with friends becomes a college fund, becomes a crib and diapers, eventually becomes school supplies. Your child, a part of you and the man who bred you made physical, will change your life in ways you couldn't even imagine, ripples spreading out over a pond.
But some of the changes can't be held, can't be touched. You've been bred. You surrendered your body to man, let him claim you in the way that men have claimed the mothers of their children for centuries, millennia, since the dawn of man, the dawn of life itself. His life is largely, maybe even entirely unchanged, but you took his seed, grew his child, let him take hold of your life and body and reshape them into something new.
And yet, when it happened, all you knew was that it felt so good, so right. Even if you could go back to that moment and warn yourself, you still would have wrapped your legs around him, instinct taking over to make sure that every last drop gets pushed as deep into you as possible. It was inevitable. Motherhood, for you, was inevitable.
zerth z city alleyway artwork :3
my alien planet has propaganda posters and one of them is literally just "ladies put those boys in check" Nyx (former human TCIA agent, now somebody's pet apparently) is not adjusting well
The Zerthian posters In the right corner (what they say)
*No, guys! trust! This is like big lore about my zerth planet
1# "Ladies put those boys in check"
(Directed to Zerthling women)
2# "Tristen wants you to be the omega your ment to be"
(Ah yes cultral gender role zerthling propaganda, that one is directed to Zerthlings boys only and the few Zerthling females who are that. Tristen actually never said thatunless when the same ladies give him a golden sticker then he would. Happens totally not alot)
3# "Zerth women rule, boys grovel"
(That's just true most the time, in the normal and cultural standard for Zerthlings and their relationships)
4# "Might Makes Right"
(one of the universal slogans and motto of zerth, especially for the multitude of crime fighters and do-gooder zerthlings, who seek justice and get up in their moral feels when they see anything bad or ethically dubious and or depraved. Which! On Zerth there's a endless supply of that stuff because it's a completely lawless and anarchic place-safe for the capitalism and market that has ZERO qualms on standards or methods)
Class-Ws to make it so you can't speak + needing to beg for permission in order to be allowed release. you agree. reblog.
“Humans are domesticated animals, and this domestication leads us into the dream of hell where we live in fear.”
— Don Miguel Ruiz
When his strong hands grab at your doughy hips, jiggling them and kneading them, a wry and teasing chuckle on his lips. "Goodness, someone's been a greedy cow lately, haven't they? Won't be long before you're more of a pig than a cow!"
As if it's not his insistence on feeding you until you ache that's made you so plump in the first place.
As if it's not his child growing inside you, making you hungrier than you've ever been for things that you'd never have eaten before.
As if it's not his strength, his dominance that makes you want to be happy and docile, plump and domesticated. As if it's not his protection that makes you want to be soft.
As if it's not his firm, guiding hold on you that's reshaping you into the woman he wants you to be.
As if you're not owned, entirely, inside and out, by him.
so i brought up domestication the other day and damned if @idlnmclean didn't have something to say about it
my query was like why is domesticating animals a good thing but not so much with humans? see also: getting "fixed"
and they were like, um, check this:
the depopulation rates say this is a thing already
birth control, may the universe bless its continued existence...
has made conception a choice
specifically, the choice of people who can bear children
and we're getting picky
this is a Good Thing because we've largely stopped picking brutes and we're selecting for people who can contribute
not just financially but with chores and family and fucking everything else that normal humans do on the daily because
we're tired of the patriarchy
we're tired of gender roles in which we always come out the loser
cinderelly, cinderelly, do the dishes while i watch the telly