Chapter #4Modern Dictator by: Markus   You are a dictator of the entire world.
The first to unite it despite your genetic defect of being the size of an urchin.
In fact, being an urchin was half your reason on wanting to pursue politics. You were unfairly treated by the world due to your miniscule size, ignored and sneered at for something you could not control.
That anger fuel your determination to conquer the world. Ruling it and changing each and every policy you consider unfair and unjust.
It was hard, everyday having near-death experience. Having to rally and take over the entire government system and eventually the world through strength and manipulation.
War was held, a long-lasting World War that had also expanded science as we know it. Because somewhere along the line, you were granted immortality through playing God.
Which is kind of a shame, because you were trying to make a growth potion so you're the size of a human adult, have a face of a human adult.
This genetic disease, known as the Mary Dahl condition, prevents one to age and grow, keeping their small toddler like stature.
An unfortunately incurable disease even after the world is conquered and relative peace has come in the world. Even a hundred years, you're still seeking this growth potion so you could age normally...
One had asked you,
why are you bothered so much?? It's not really that hard being little, especially if you're a dictator. Isn't it.
Well, it should've been. But when you interact, and actually see the reaction of each and every servant who serves you, the average conversation between each other is like;
"Oh good morning Dictator, have you eaten breakfast yet?"
"Hello Dictator, aww, why are you mad? Something wrong?"
"Time to take a bath little Dictator. Not to worry, I brought your favorite duckies as well."
"Here you go, say ahhh...."
"Oh you are just so cute when you're mad aren't you~~♥️"
Your small stature has always prompted women to belittle you like a child. Especially the MILFs, the worst offenders who took a step further and get handsy on you.
And by that you meant they treat you like a baby, always hugging you between those massive cleavage, always trying to dress you up and give you night kisses.
You can't really do much about it on account that really, they're not doing anything that breaks the law. Your Private Guards says so. Even if you could that'll simply backfire on account of gossip and rumors of their great Dictator punishing people for those embarrassing moments.
And well... Maybe this is your weird morbid other side speaking, but you don't really mind being pampered, WITH LIMITS. Of course.
So goes another day of your life as a Dictator.
So you have the rundown of your life, what will be the story you'd follow?
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