Good girls don’t think. They just smile and obey.
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Good girls don’t think. They just smile and obey.
Investigative journalist Emerson Johnson has seen it all: cults, company towns, cover-ups. But nothing prepares him for Lovington, where his frantic friend’s distress call leads him to a picture-perfect village of doting blonde housewives, towering husbands, and a factory with some very unusual secrets in the basement.
In person, his friend swears nothing is wrong. Her body says otherwise—curvier, softer, glowing, and very, very expectant.
Something is in the water. Something sweet. Something that turns sharp-tongued skeptics into blissful homemakers with 36DDs and soft city boys into hungry, red-blooded men with always-ready members.
The deeper he digs, the harder it gets to remember why he’s digging at all. The air smells sweeter. The women smile wider. And that little voice in his head—the one full of opinions and objections and deadlines—keeps getting quieter and quieter.
WARNING: This Stepford-style story contains explicit scenes of mental conditioning, lactation play, multiple partner situations, and women who really, really enjoy their men powerful, worshiped, and in control.
