Good wife (Patreon)

- So now, Mrs. Denver, you can go.

Stunned, Chuck just sat there with his mouth open. It seemed impossible and so strange. All of his recent arrogance and anger had evaporated, and instead he felt fear and anxiety. His large... no, huge chest hung uncomfortably and was visible, as it seemed to him, from a neighboring state. The uncomfortable bra pressed heavily on his shoulders, and his hair flowed like a fountain along his small shoulders.

Awkwardly and slowly trying to get up to stop the man leaving, Chuck fell back into his chair as he was unable to keep his balance due to the heels on his feet and his new uncomfortable center of gravity.

- Wait... wait!

Shouted in a high soprano to the stranger Chuck, but literally as soon as Chuck was able to stand up normally, the stranger was gone.

Good wife

...

Once, having received a strange letter from the postman at his door, Chuck was skeptical about all this. The letter was signed from a "well-wisher" and that's it. There was no return address on it, and Chuck had no idea who the letter was from. Unpacking it, Chuck saw an invitation on a beautiful blue umaga with patterns "Congratulations. You got free good wife courses." The address was on the back and Chuck was about to throw it away.

But... suddenly he became very angry. Who? Who dared to send him this?! What kind of joker is this?! This joker should be punished. And Chuck could do it. Possessing a huge growth of under 2 meters and large muscle mass, Chuck was not a good-natured slobber. No one dared to joke with him like that.

The only chance to find out who did it was to go to the address, since the postman had already left and there was no one to ask.

Having gathered immediately the next day to go to the address, Chuck experienced even more anger that had accumulated during the night. And God forbid he would meet someone along the way. He would beat up anyone who, at that moment, did something wrong or even just looked at Chuck the wrong way.

Fortunately for the people who passed by on Chuck's road, no one was hurt. And finally, having reached the final destination, Chuck saw a large business center.

Standing at the reception, Chuck showed this postcard to the receptionist and, looking up, she asked in surprise

- Is it yours?

- This was sent to me by some fucking joker. Where is it here?

Looking more closely at Chuck and smiling with a sly half-smile, the receptionist pointed to the elevator, saying that we had to go up to the 10th floor.

Displeasedly hmyknuf Chuck stomped to the elevator and going upstairs, Chuck finally reached his destination. It was a typical office open space. People in business suits, mostly men, were walking back and forth looking puzzled. One of them saw a piece of paper in Chuck's hand and stopped abruptly, quickly walking over to Chuck.

- Ooooh. Nice to meet you. I will accompany you.

- Where? What? I need to know who sent this?!

- A minute of patience and you will be told everything, Mr.

- It doesn't matter!

- Hehe. Mister "It doesn't matter", come on

The employee went smiling and Chuck had no choice but to go with him and then sit down at the table waiting for the manager.

Chuck sat there for a few minutes, tapping his fingers on the chair in displeasure, until he felt a stranger's hand on his shoulder. Quickly pulling back his hand, turning his head up and trying to get up, Chuck saw that there was no one there.

- Are you looking for someone?

Chuck turned his head back and saw in front of him a stranger in a business suit, who was sitting at the same table opposite him and looked inquiringly

- Yes! Looking for!

Shouted Chuck

- I do not have much time. Let's get started.

- What? What are you about?! Someone sent...

While Chuck spoke his question unfamiliarly, he snapped his fingers and smiled.

- ...sent me this. What... ahem ahem.. what's wrong with my voice!? What the?!

- Oh yeah.. behavior ...

The stranger snapped his fingers again and Chuck noticed that his sense of anger had faded and was replaced by a sense of fear and... and a desire to please this man.

- What have you done to me?

Slowly this time, and in a soft, feminine voice, Chuck spoke.

- Oh... Mrs. Denver. What is stated in the letter. These are courses of a good wife. Welcome to your new life. Your husband is waiting for you at the door. And... yes, to avoid questions. It's not forever, but only until you die... haha... joke

- But I...

Chuck couldn't argue with this stranger... this man! He wanted to be good and not argue with him, to be good ... and at the same time he felt that all this was humiliating and wrong.

- So now, Mrs. Denver, you can go.