Humiliated At My Wife’s First DIC Appointment
The future is now, cuck.
If our unelected global AI Emperor had any sympathy for husband-kind, in its massive industrial-scale human breeding program, it might limit “delimited insemination clinic” appointments to one stud instead of running mandated hunk-specimen trains on our wives. My wife had the distinguishing honor of having been selected, based on her exceptionally feminine, matronly biometrics. To avoid institutional pressure, ostensibly,...