Chapter 8: Parallel Descent

Scene 1: Andrea’s First Task

Andrea sat on the edge of the vinyl-covered exam table, feet bare, legs together, fingers nervously twisting the hem of her paper gown. The fertility clinic felt just clinical enough to be convincing—white tile floor, soft lighting, faint antiseptic smell—but there was something else too. Something in the way the nurse smiled too little. The way the questions had been phrased. The way the clipboard never seemed to leave the room.

Chris had told her this was standard—just a routine screening before her official onboarding. Every participant, he claimed, went through the same. Hormone levels, cycle predictability, general compatibility metrics. Andrea had hesitated, but curiosity was a stronger sedative than fear.

A small camera lens, hidden behind a ventilation slat in the upper corner of the room, tracked her subtle movements.

Her exam was being streamed—silently, privately—to a select group of Tier 1 viewers.

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Admin Chat Feed: PRIVATE – Stream 00X: Subject 4 / Intake Assessment

@BreederBot: “She looks tense. I like that.”
@NoPulloutZone: “She’s ovulating. Check the flush on her chest.”
@OverlayAdmin: “All vitals within threshold. Vaginal pH, 4.1. Cervix soft.”
@Spiral: “She’s trying so hard not to react.”
@SeedStacker: “Mark this one for accelerated pathing.”

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Back in his penthouse suite, Chris skimmed the commentary while toggling biometric overlays. The camera’s heat map flickered as Andrea inhaled slowly, chest rising beneath the thin gown. She wasn’t aware of the audio pickups, but she was beginning to feel the gaze. That low hum of exposure — not overt, not obvious, but powerful enough to raise her heart rate two full beats per second.

She’d passed every metric so far. Naturally fertile. Responsive. Slightly dominant, but it was brittle — compensating for internal submission instincts that were already fraying.

Chris switched tabs.

The channel was expanding faster than expected. Seventy-two approved users. Another 213 in the application pool. Crypto offers came daily—most modest, some absurd. One address had sent over five bitcoin just for advance notification of Subject 4’s next stream. Others promised gifts: custom scripts, surgical-grade insemination toys, even potential subjects of their own.

The channel was no longer a project. It was a market.

And Andrea was its rising commodity.

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A knock.

Andrea startled as a second nurse entered — male, quiet, gloved — and began the internal portion of the screening without a word. She nodded reflexively, teeth digging into her lower lip. The speculum clicked once. Then again. She flinched. Not from pain—but from the wave of heat that rolled through her body, unexpected and unmistakable.

She hated how wet she felt.

She hated how her body leaned into it.

She told herself this was just the process.

Just a screening.

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Admin Chat Feed (continued)

@BreederBot: “There it is.”
@PrimeSeed: “First reflexive clench at 6:38. Her pupils dilated.”
@OverlayAdmin: “Tag clip. Add to Subject 4 training archive.”
@BreedTeamSix: “You think she knows?”
@KnockHerUp: “Not yet. But she will.”

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Andrea dressed in silence when it was over. She didn’t speak to the nurse. She didn’t meet anyone’s eyes on her way out. But in the elevator, she caught her reflection — hair slightly mussed, cheeks pink, a single drop of moisture clinging to her inner thigh.

She wiped it quickly and didn’t know why she was smiling.

Chris watched her exit from a remote feed.

She thinks she passed the test.

She hasn’t even seen the questions.

Scene 2: Audience Divide

The private channel was a digital hive—constant, chaotic, and ravenous. With Andrea’s intake footage still fresh and Sandy’s confirmed pregnancy finally public, the feed hadn’t stopped moving for hours.

Two women. Two arcs.

And now, two sides.

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Private Channel – Live Thread: Split Focus

@BreedTeamSix: “Subject 4’s tits bounced just once during the speculum click and I’m never recovering.”
@SeedStacker: “Still thinking about Subject 3’s last stairwell scene. The way she kept rubbing herself after...”
@OverlayAdmin: “Reminder: Subject 3 confirmed pregnant. Tracking began Day 19.”
@NoPulloutZone: “Early bump is hottest. Breeding glow + denial phase. Pure instinct.”
@Spiral: “Nah. Give me late-stage wobble and leaking tits. You know she’s already owned by someone’s seed.”
@CumulativeRisk: “Subject 3: Confirmed carrier. Subject 4: Just figuring out she likes it. Perfect contrast.”
@KnockHerUp: “Who fucks better? Someone resisting or someone nesting?”
@OverlayAdmin: “Poll activated: Ideal Breeding Phase — First Trimester / Second / Third / Unaware.”

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Chris scrolled through the chat in silence, reclining in his chair as both streams ran on separate monitors.

Left screen: Sandy, walking through a grocery store, her hips slightly wider, her chest fuller. She had no idea the slight tension in her gait was a byproduct of a forming pregnancy. Her clothes fit a bit tighter. Viewers had voted for this outfit — a light summer dress with no bra, soft white cotton that hugged everything beneath.

Right screen: Andrea, pulling on a sports bra in her apartment, unaware her bedroom cam was still active. The footage had been seeded through her husband’s account—raw, soft-lit, and increasingly voyeuristic. A new poll hovered over the stream.

“Choose Subject 4’s Next Encounter
A) Anonymous viewer, public stairwell
B) Masked man, breeding table
C) First husband creampie — no condom
D) Double penetration — two viewers only”