Master PC: Breeding Edition
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Chapter 13: The End and the Beginning
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 13: The End and the Beginning - She thinks it’s just a kink. He knows it’s much more. When Chris secretly makes his wife fertile again, her reckless craving for unprotected sex spirals into obsession. Now pregnant — and loving it — Sandy has no idea the clock is already ticking. Because for Chris, the real thrill isn’t fatherhood… it’s the risk.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Mind Control Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex Body Modification Public Sex Transformation
Scene 1: Subject Status Stream Six months later
The screen was split down the middle. Two women. Two lives. Two wombs, full and waiting.
Left side: Sandy.
Her skin glowed golden in the natural light. She sat cross-legged on a wide bed, belly round and high, firm beneath her stretched camisole. The hem didn’t quite reach over her bump anymore, leaving a soft crescent of bare skin where her navel pushed outward. Her breasts were swollen — visibly sore, the dark circles of her nipples pushing through the thin fabric of her shirt.
Her thighs were slick. Viewers could see the wet spot on the sheets where she sat, unbothered. Her hands moved slowly over her stomach in small, circular strokes.
She smiled, humming softly to herself. She looked satisfied. Ripe. Obedient.
A line of toys and empty bottles lay half-tucked under the bed. She hadn’t used them today. She didn’t need to.
Today was about presence. About radiating fertility.
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Right side: Andrea.
The light was colder here — neutral, studio-lit. She sat on a low bench in a quiet room, one hand folded across her small belly. Her bump was just beginning to show, a subtle swell pressing into the soft cotton of her fitted maternity dress. Pale blue. Modest.
She didn’t smile. But she didn’t look afraid, either.
Her lips were bare. Her lashes clean. Her hair was pulled back simply, no glamour, no gloss.
She sat with stillness. Poised. Not shy — intentional.
As if showing her submission didn’t require performance anymore.
She looked down only once, gently adjusting her hand across her midsection. A clear protective gesture. The screen caught it and zoomed slightly.
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Overlay: Subject Comparison – Live Metrics Feed
Metric Subject 3 – Sandy Subject 4 – Andrea Pregnancy Progress 4 months (Cycle 3) 2 months (Breeding Event 6) Submission Index 91% 86% Viewer Imprint Score 92.4 96.1 Total On-Cam Creampies 31 14 Public Beg Count 19 6 Cumulative Cum Volume 617ml 481ml Climax Capture Rate 88% 77%
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A new overlay faded in across the center of the split screen.
SYSTEM PROMPT:
“One pregnancy will be preserved. One will be reset. Viewers will decide.”
Poll Timer: 48h Vote Access: Tier 2+
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[Live Chat – #SubjectPoll-Event]
@LegacyBreed: Sandy’s earned this. She’s cycle-tested, proven. Four months deep.
@QuietConvert: Andrea’s not just a subject. She became the fantasy.
@CumScholar: Andrea carries twins. You all know it. You just don’t have the balls to admit what that means.
@WetWorship: Sandy has better numbers. She still leaks on command. Look at her.
@AnonymousSleeper: Andrea didn’t even beg this time. She just sits there, pregnant, like it’s normal.
@SplitMeInHalf: I bred off to both of them today. Can’t choose.
@Chris-Admin: Reminder: This vote is final. One pregnancy continues. One resets.
@Ryan.Spectator: [Vote cast. No comment.]
@BreedBot: Andrea’s bump is barely there and I still want her more.
@CreampieArchivist: Sandy’s been with us since the beginning. Erasing her would feel like deleting history.
@FertileControl: We’re not voting for the past. We’re voting for the future.
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Scene holds.
Sandy rubs lower now, fingers pressing down toward the wet spot beneath her.
Andrea breathes in slowly, one palm never leaving her stomach.
Neither woman speaks.
Neither begs.
They simply wait.
Scene 2: Breeding Flashback – Andrea’s Impregnation
Flashback: Two months earlier
It looked like a wedding suite.
Soft ivory curtains framed the canopy bed. Rose petals had been scattered across the sheets. Candles flickered in ornate glass holders on every flat surface, casting a warm, romantic glow. Classical music played low over hidden speakers.
The veil on Andrea’s head fluttered faintly as she stood near the foot of the bed, trembling.
Her wedding dress was strapless, tight around her ribs, embroidered with delicate lace. The bodice molded perfectly to her torso, pushing up the soft curves of her breasts. A pale satin ribbon encircled her waist. Her thighs were bare beneath the high slit of the skirt — no stockings. Just a garter. Just skin.
Her lingerie beneath was even more obscene. Sheer white panties with a translucent wet spot already forming. A lace garter belt with matching straps, framing her ass.
Her blonde hair was pinned in a delicate bridal updo, curls tumbling near her temples, adorned with pearls. Her makeup was soft and dewy: pale pink lips, blushed cheeks, shimmering lids. Her mascara was untouched — for now.
She looked like a virgin bride.
And the camera feed was live.
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System: Private Breeding Event – Subject 4
Viewer-Funded: Confirmed Ovulation: Peak (Natural) Entry Order: Randomized Masked Partners: 6 total Groom Arrival: Last Paternity Tracking: Disabled Ovum Count: 2 (Double Released)
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The first man entered.
Masked. Silent. Broad-shouldered in a dark tailored suit. He crossed the room and lifted Andrea’s veil. She didn’t look at him — couldn’t. Her body tensed visibly.
But she didn’t run. She didn’t speak. She stepped back to the edge of the bed and bent slightly forward, offering herself.
He lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside.
Andrea gasped when he pushed in.
Raw. No warning. No protection.
Her fingers curled around the bedsheets as he began thrusting. Her lips parted in soft, stunned moans. The camera caught the way her body adjusted — how she stretched around him, the way her wetness smeared across his cock with every thrust.
He finished inside her.
She barely had time to collapse before the second arrived.
Then the third.
By the third man, Andrea was no longer silent.
Her body was flushed and hot. Her panties had been torn away. Her thighs trembled each time she was entered anew.
“Please...” she whispered. “Please don’t stop...”
Her mind was spinning. It was all happening too fast, too much — but it was working. Her womb throbbed with every ejaculation. Her body wanted this.
I’m being bred. On my wedding night. By strangers.
And I love it.
The fourth man bent her over the bed and came deep in her ass. The fifth pushed her legs back and came hard, grunting above her as her toes curled and her eyes rolled.
She came hard on his cock — shaking, soaked, gone.
“Breed me,” she cried. “I’m yours. Fill me again.”
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Then the door opened again.
Andrea was lying sideways on the bed, legs still apart, eyes half-lidded, skin flushed and gleaming with sweat and cum. Her dress had slid to one side, one breast fully exposed.
Ryan stepped inside.
Chris’s voice came through his earpiece.
“You’re the groom. Don’t disappoint them.”
A notification blinked across Ryan’s smart glasses:
LIVE POV STREAM ENABLED – VIEWER PERSPECTIVE
His field of view became the new primary feed: Andrea’s glistening body from above. The cum already leaking from her swollen pussy. Her flushed cheeks, mascara-smudged eyes. The perfect curve of her trembling thighs as she looked up at him, dazed.
Viewer chat erupted.
@BreedPOV: This is fucking insane. I can see her clenching.
@BabyBride: Look at her face—she knows it’s him.
@Admin-Chris: SmartGlass POV active. Mic on. Pulse tracking live.
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Andrea stirred.
“Ryan...?” she asked, voice fragile. “You’re still coming?”
“Even if I’m not first,” he said, stepping close, “I’m the one you’ll remember.”
She reached for him.
“Make me pregnant,” she whispered. “Please. Please give me a baby.”
God, I’m already full. Why do I still want it?
He stripped quickly. The POV feed captured Andrea’s thighs spreading wider, her fingers teasing her clit, her eyes locking on his cock as it hardened.
When he pushed inside her, the feed zoomed — Andrea’s pussy gripping, stretching, twitching.
“Fuck—” Ryan growled. “You’re still so tight.”
“I want you in me,” she moaned. “Add to it. I want to be overflowing.”
He fucked her slowly at first, deep strokes that made her sob into the sheets. Then harder. Rougher. The bed shook.
The camera caught her expression — slack, lost, begging.
She came again. And again. And again.
The viewers saw it all: Her muscles clenching. Her pussy contracting. Her face contorting with every wave.
He’s filling me again. Oh god. I’m going to come again.
“Please...” she sobbed. “Knock me up. I want it to be you.”
Ryan’s groans deepened.
He slammed deep and stayed there.
Andrea’s eyes rolled. Her back arched. The final orgasm hit like a seizure.
He came.
The POV camera held steady as her cunt milked every twitch of his cock, cream overflowing, mixing with five other loads.
She collapsed beneath him.
It’s done. I’m pregnant.
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System Note – Admin: Chris
“Double Ovulation Confirmed.” “Sperm Sample Match: Multiple. Order Obfuscated.” “Subject 4 – Status: Inseminated.”
Chris muted the feed.
He watched Andrea lie still on the bed, Ryan stroking her hair, both breathing ragged and raw.
He tagged the final frame:
“Twin Pregnancy: Unannounced.”
Only he knew. And soon ... it wouldn’t matter.
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[Viewer Reactions – Breeding Archive Thread]
@BreedWitness: The POV feed made it personal. I felt every twitch.
@TwinsWhen: No way she’s not carrying multiples. That was a fucking ritual.
@VirginRuined: Watching her ask for it after five loads already in her? Perfection.
@RyanConvert: He didn’t mark her first, but he finished her.