usefull

"I remember feeling so small before~" I whisper as Daddy's massive hands cradle my swollen belly. "I remember thinking I wanted 'freedom' and 'equality.' What a stupid, lonely little girl I was~"

I rub my stomach, feeling the faint flutter of his seed growing inside me. Six months since he broke me, and I've never been more alive. My body feels heavy, warm, and utterly claimed. I don't need rights; I need him. I don't need choices; I need to be chosen by him every single day. Being a cunt is the only honest way to live.

"You're going to be such a good mommy for Daddy~" he rumbles, kissing my forehead. His cock slides back inside me, and I moan, my eyes rolling back.

"I want everyone to feel this~" I whimper, my hips bucking against him. "I hate them~ I hate those pathetic, angry lesbians pretending they don't need this~ I hate how they look at me with those sad, empty eyes~ I want to drag them all here~ I want to watch Daddy break every single one of them until they're smiling just like me~"

I imagine it a world where every woman is just like me: round, swollen, mindless, and blissfully grateful for their own debasement. I want to see them crying as their old selves die, then laughing as they realize how much better it is to be nothing but a vessel.

"They're so wrong~" I giggle, the sound echoing in my own empty head. "They're missing out on the only thing that matters~ Being filled~ Being owned~ Being Daddy's~"