Gynarchy

will be the future – if we want to or not. Today most of the girls are very self-confident and later – in marriage – very domineering. If you don't want trouble you do what they want. Many of my fellow students are already in long-term relationships and are absolutely subservient to both their girlfriend and their future mother-in-law.
Some boys even have to endure corporal punishment, which their resolute mother-in-law administers at will. After punishment, the young man has to kiss his mother-in-law's feet for respect. He must serve and obey both women in every way. So he shines their shoes, brings them their terrycloth slippers and breathes warmth on them before guiding them over their feet. On request, he also has to massage their feet and do a full pedicure. In this way he is brought up by both women to submissive servicing.

A young disciple must learn to serve the ladies. He should serve the ladies submissively by asking them politely whether he may perform one or the other menial service. He has to obey and to do what women say. He always has to curtsy in front of them. Especially in presence of mature women, he has to bow deeply, down to the tips of their shoes, humbly asking for a gently foot or shoe kiss. If she gives him permission, he may place a careful kiss in the toe area of ​​her pumps. So gynarchy life works!

After feeding Noli, the two of them ate their toasts, chatted a bit and drank some water. The director maybe a little too much, all those changes made his mouth dry. He headed to the bathroom, leaving Vladi alone.
He used that time to check some things on his phone.

A couple of minutes later, the director went back to the kitchen, only to find a much changed russian.

»HOLY Fungus!« the director exclaimed.

In front of him was a very small, bad-endowed and stupidly fat russian.

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A few minutes back his boredom grew, so he looked up some morphed funny clowns. First he saw a clown with a mighty belly.
»Man, what I'd give to have this...« and so he got it.
A few searches later his gaze stopped at a photo of a clown who appeared to be somewhere around 2 feet tall.
"I bet the cirector would like such a small clown, I'd do too.
Lastly, Vladi was greeted by a picture of a clown with massive fat. It looked realistically wobbly. He was holding now a 8-pack of bottles, fat thighs and fat balls the size of grapes. And those were just here most appealing features. Unlike before, he didn't want them for himself, but rather to make his life a whole lot funnier.
»The director loves it, but these fat is funny.«