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John was basking in the gentle midday sun as his attention was drawn to a handful of dots appeared on the horizon, expanding into discernable shapes as they grew nearer. His spirits dropped as he recognized the five voluptuous witches heading his way. The five amazon enchantresses gracefully descended on their brooms and landed with their voluminous animated luggage train on the field, right next to Roderick. The birds sang their joyous welcome, the trees swayed with graceful finesse in tandem with the wind, and the nearby creek seemed to giggle in delight at the arrival of these beguiling sorceresses. Everyone greeted them heartily, everyone except John. This fact was not lost on Jennifer, the observant and sharp-minded judge, weighing in at 235 pounds and her stature reaching 190 centimeters. She donned designer sneakers, a purple t-shirt and a dark blue pair of tight yoga pants, that really put her booty on display. With her luxurious, coffee brown hair braided into a ponytail complementing her vibrant physique. Her mere presence commanded attention and reverence, which no doubt contributed to her ability to make suspects shake like jelly in her courtroom. Jennifer’s face lit up upon approaching John. Although she was wise to the fact that John didn’t share her sentiments, she mischievously greeted him: “Hey there, Bentley, old friend! Have you missed us?” Fearful of how the they might reprimand him if he offended the powerful sorceresses, or if they caught him in a lie, John kept his silence. “How incredibly rude!” declared Mabel, the one ninety one, imposing latina, who bore her 265 curvy pounds with poised sophistication. Her long, black hair gracefully adorned her green snappy summer dress, and striking brown leather belt heightened, radiating an aura of strength and confidence Mabel, the brilliant inventor, had not only created an array of life-improving spells and articles. Her various surveillance apparatuses had caught many a lawbreaker. Collecting and leveraging secrets had also paved the way for a new generation of witches to assert their ever tightening grip on power. Those outside the loop were often taken aback by these young women’s astonishing career advancements. With a mischievous smile, she pulled out her wand, pointed it at Roderick and exclaimed “Veritatem dicere! Now, let me ask you again, Bentley, have you missed us?”. Originating from the mystical lands of the lofty North, these witches were part of the delegation that had infiltrated Willowbrook, on a purposeful endeavour that had been the focal points of their existence for nearly 15 years. Despite the whirlwind of responsibilites that surrounded them, the old friends appreciated the sanctuary these weekly retreats offered, where they could collectively unwind, let their burdens dissolve and embrace life’s humble wonders. The potent incantation elicited two low grunts from Roderick, indicating ‘no’. A chorus of hearty laughter filled the air as the witches reveled in their amusement, and nature itself seemed to chime in, harmonizing with their gleeful symphony. The ambiance was now a vibrant canvas of delight, heralding a day of unbridled jubilation. The statuesque, hot shot politician, Erica carried her 235 pounds distributed over 188 centimeters, with queenly supremacy. With her long, rose hair, wearing nothing but a black tank top and black, see through cheekies flaunting her barefooted, amazonian legs and juicy bubble butt quipped “Oh come on, Bentley! Last week was so much fun, Hilda prostrated you in record time. Don’t you recall?“ Roderick remembered the degradation all too vividly and obliged with a weak grunt, earning a round of chuckles from the sorceresses. Over time the charismatic wordsmith had fine tuned her talent of subtly needling Bentley, using puns and double entendres, puncturing his ego with more holes than a swiss cheese. Towering over him, with her hands at her sides and a triumphant smile, Erica slyly added: “You’ve let us down so many times and if you can’t support us in your current form, you’ll leave us no choice, but to transform you into a vessel that will grant us release. “ Erica had, in no small part thanks to the inventions of Mabel, enjoyed a meteoric rise to power in Willowbrook. And once in a position to exert change, she passionately devoted herself to strengthening her own and her allies’ authority. Many other young witches shared Erica’s female first vision, and in a display of audacity and ambition, they dilligently worked together towards a future devoid of male agency, with a no-holds-barred policy. Erica’s eyes sparkled with an unmistakable hint of glee, when an entitled male, who thought he had all but secured a new position, had to swallow the astonishing loss to a young enchantress. As her party gained momentum, their actions, backed up by legal authority, took on a more audacious form. In the beginning the changes seemed harmless, but they lay the foundation for disempowering the males. In a stroke of genius, Mabel constructed an elaborate framework to control the utilization of groundbreaking spells and ingenuities. Once Jennifer struck her gavel and organizations were allowed to limit products and services, the wheels of change accelerated and the old order began yielding to the dawn of a modern epoch. The vortex of revolution frequently kicked off with Isadora delving deep into the psyche of the issue, Erica masterfully forging a legislative proposal to tackle it, Jennifer embracing the weight of her formidable gavel to enshrine it as law, and with Mabel's arsenal of mystical surveillance contraptions, Hilda ensnaring anyone foolhardy enough to flout the newly established rules. With these effective new laws all but eradicating crime and the new fabulous magical designs easening the burdens of every day life, the quality of life increased drastically in the town. Mabel’s brilliant concoctions were, however, only available to witches, and the most powerful ones only to party members. As a means to sway public opinion, and erase the fading imprints of patriarchy and usher in a new era, Isadora tirelessly crafted public relations campaigns. The mission was to awaken young witches awareness to the precious treasure they held, and assure them that asserting their rightful claim for sharing it was not only permissible but virtuous. During this time the cult of Lakshmi witnessed a remarkable upswing. Though it was first established by a group of northern sorceresses of the first generations years prior, its impact had been modest until now. The compelling ideas of liberation, self-realization, gratification and sisterhood, touched the heartstrings of a congregation of souls. Through devoted cultivation, the once humble seeds, had entrenched themselves in the soil, and were maturing into a majestic tree, which enshrouded the city in a soothing shadow. Little covens, under the private tutelage of generation one priestesses, soon turn into whole classes, due to popular demand, and it wasn’t long before a witch university was erected. A realm of endless possibilities unfurled before the young enchantresses, as supportive establishments whispered sweet encouragement, empowering them to weave their dreams into the city’s tapestry. With grandiosity and splendor, the party raised opulent abodes in an emerging district, offering their members a rent-free haven, whether for occasional sojourns or permanent stays. With all amenities lavishly provided, the enchantresses now had the liberty to immerse themselves fully in the passions closest to their souls. The wonderous place also boasted exquisite guest suites, where non-party members could revel in the luxurious haven during weekends. Word of this opulent sanctuary swiftly became the talk of the town. Having beheld the lavish spa resort, soothing meditation center or the lush botanical garden, while pampered with a rich assortment of fresh fruit and refreshing beverages and felt the comforting embrace of sisterhood, the heart couldn’t help but yearn to go back. The allure of this new option, ended many relationships and changed the nature of many more. Thanks to Isadora’s many campaings and posters plastered across the city, many witches first asked themselves why they should stay in their current abode or relationship, and then asked their counterparts the very same question. The power dynamic between the sexes had begun to change. Now, of course, nearly everybody in town appreciated low crime rates and the increased standard of living. And even though the constant PR campaigns to shift the public opinion on how it was acceptable to treat your lessers slowly yielded results, the task of instilling in their minds the righteousness of male subjugation required further deliberation and labor. Isadora once again deftly applied her psychological know-how set in motion the inception of a vibrant social hierarchy with males at the bottom, then non-party witches, members and with the upper echelons reserved for the inner circle. Crafted as a revealing test of commitment to the cause, this assessment empowered the head witches to delegate tasks confidently, free from the burden of exposing their genuine aims too early, the witches could discreetly nurture their ambitions until the opportune moment to make them a reality. There was, of course, already a social hierarchy in the town, but unburdened by chores, these witches had ample free time and a surplus of energy to chase their desires, whether for riches, physical fitness, self-discovery, nurturing bonds, improving the community or any other aspirations they craved, and soared above their male counterparts of equal status in a few months.