Master PC: Breeding Edition
Copyright© 2025 by North Point
Chapter 9: Breaking the Surface
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 9: Breaking the Surface - 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: Polling Her Womb
The farmer’s market was already warm by late morning, and Sandy’s dress clung to her in a way she’d come to accept—soft cotton over damp thighs, a faint line of moisture soaking the gusset of her pad before she’d even crossed the second aisle.
She walked slowly, one hand resting low on her belly. It wasn’t big, not yet—but it showed. Enough to make a barista do a double-take that morning. Enough that the older woman behind the fruit stall smiled with a knowing softness and asked, “When are you due?”
Sandy didn’t answer right away.
Because she didn’t know.
She just smiled. “A few more months,” she said vaguely, accepting the paper bag of peaches.
As she turned to leave, she caught her reflection in the polished window of a parked catering van. The curve beneath her dress was gentle but real. Her breasts strained against the thin fabric, nipples stiff, the shadow of a leak starting to blot one side. Her thighs looked fuller. Her hips wider. She touched her bump—lightly at first, then more firmly, rubbing as if she were trying to wake something.
It made her wet again.
But then, she was always wet lately.
She shifted her thighs and kept walking.
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PRIVATE CHANNEL POLL INITIATED — Subject 3: Reset Timing Proposal Posted by: @AdminOverlay (CHRIS)
“Sandy has been successfully bred. Current gestation: 12 weeks. As we prepare Phase 3 (Public Pregnant Play), viewer input is requested: When should this pregnancy be terminated to begin the next cycle?”
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Poll Options:
• A) 3 Months – Tight belly, short arc, optimized repeat exposure.
• B) 4 Months – Visible, glowing, peak fantasy window.
• C) 6 Months – Fully used, heavy, slow-fucked and leaking before reset.
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Live Chat — Thread: Reset the Womb
@NoPulloutZone:
“Reset at 3. She’s not a mother. She’s a loading dock. Keep it tight and breeding.”
@Spiral:
“You feel it more at 4. Belly’s round, tits start leaking, cervix softens. Prime meat.”
@BreedTeamSix:
“Six months minimum. Make her waddle, moan, drip. Then flush her and start fresh.”
@SeedTheory:
“Add a poll overlay during her next stream. Don’t tell her. Let her smile while they vote.”
@KnockHerUp:
“Let her feel the kicks. Then yank it out. That’s the line I want her to cross.”
@OverlayAdmin:
“Fetal heartbeat strong. Cervix high. Amniotic index normal. Reset viable anytime.”
@CumClutch:
“She couldn’t wait. That’s the belly talking. That’s the heat.”
@UmbilicalExit:
“Six months. Record the heartbeat. Play it back during the next insemination.”
@WombWatcher69:
“Let her decorate a nursery. Then wheel her into the clinic live.”
@SoftenedCervix:
“She moaned last week when she rubbed her belly. She’s attached. Cut that cord.”
@SilentDrop:
“I want her lactating while being told her womb is scheduled for clearing.”
@CumulativeRisk:
“She thinks she’s safe. She’s not. This is a cycle, not a pregnancy.”
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🚨 Script Submission Received @PrimeSeed:
“Scene concept: Subject 3 is brought to a medical chair in a soft-lit exam room. She’s four months pregnant, lightly lactating. She thinks it’s just a checkup. A nurse begins by playing her fetal heartbeat over speakers. Then a second voice explains her reset has been approved. The monitor displays her ‘Expiration Window: 2:00... 1:59... 1:58... ‘ She cries. She begs. She orgasms twice during the countdown. The room fades to black. Her next stream begins in a hospital bed with a fresh womb and empty eyes.”
Chris tagged it: “Extreme Path — Beta Queue.”
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He toggled back to Sandy’s stream.
She was home now — barefoot, thighs spread slightly on the couch, dress hitched up just enough to show the pad beneath her. She was eating the peach slowly. Juice glistened on her fingers. She was moaning, but only a little. Not from pleasure. Just from the pressure.
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Overlay – Subject 3 – Realtime Metrics
• Gestation: 12w 4d
• Fetal Heartbeat: 141 bpm
• Arousal Index: 89%
• Slickness Saturation: High (pad absorbency exceeded)
• Viewer Count: 3,244
• Suggested Toy Use Compliance: 71%
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Her hips started shifting without her noticing. Rubbing. Rocking.
She needed pressure.
Her dildo — the thick one, the one that filled her properly — was in the bedroom. Too far. Her body didn’t care.
She looked around, panting softly. Her eyes landed on the remote.
It wasn’t meant for this. But her pussy didn’t care either.
She grabbed it, shoved her panties aside, and jammed it in — not careful, not coy, just needy. The flat back of it pressed against her clit as she worked the body in and out, fucking herself right there on the couch with the first object her hand could find.
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Live Chat — Thread: Remote Entry
@NoPulloutZone:
“She’s doing it raw with a fucking Roku remote. My girl.”
@Spiral:
“She couldn’t wait. That’s the belly talking. That’s the heat.”
@CumClutch:
“Zoom on her face. Look at her mouth. She needs this.”
@PrimeSeed:
“Give her a live poll — next object in the room she should use.”
@BreedTeamSix:
“That’s not masturbation. That’s withdrawal symptoms. Give her dick now.”
@OverlayAdmin:
“Remote detected. Insertion depth: 78%. Clitoral contact: incidental.”
@SoftenedCervix:
“Imagine if it clicked a button inside her and changed the input. From ‘Living Room’ to ‘Breeding Room.’”
@WombWatcher69:
“That thing’s touching the baby’s ceiling.”
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Sandy came like she hadn’t in days — shaking, gasping, clamping around plastic with a helpless moan muffled by her own arm.
She pulled it out, glistening and dripping, and dropped it beside her on the rug. When she picked it up a few minutes later and tried to turn the TV on, nothing happened.
She turned it over. The battery cover was gone. The seams were soaked. Something had leaked inside.
She blinked at it.
Then shrugged, set it down like it didn’t matter, and curled up on the couch.
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Live Chat — Thread: Input Denied
@FertilitySink:
“She short-circuited it with her cunt.”
@BreedTeamSix:
“She’s not even embarrassed. That’s the best part.”
@Spiral:
“She’s going to use it again. Watch.”
@OverlayAdmin:
“Remote response failure logged. Environmental saturation flagged.”
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Later that night, Chris lay beside her, one arm beneath her neck as she curled against him, her belly warm and firm between them.
“I think I broke the remote,” she said softly.
He looked at her.
“Not with my hands,” she added after a beat.
She smiled faintly. “It just ... fit.”
Chris didn’t answer. He just stroked her lower back, silent.
“I didn’t even think about it,” she murmured. “It was just there. And I needed...”
Her voice trailed off. Her thighs rubbed together slowly beneath the sheets.
“I’ll get you a new one,” he said finally.
Sandy smiled again.
“I’ll probably ruin that one too.”
Scene 2: Andrea’s First Cycle
It started quietly.
Andrea didn’t notice it right away — just a restlessness that settled low in her hips. A flicker of pressure when she crossed her legs. A warmth between her thighs that lingered hours after sex.
She thought maybe it was the weather.
Or the way Ryan had been looking at her lately. More intense. More expectant. He’d barely touched her at breakfast but kept glancing at her chest like he knew something she didn’t. Like her body was on some timer she hadn’t been told about.
By the time she got home from work, her panties were soaked.
She hadn’t even touched herself that day.
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Back-End Overlay – Subject 4: Andrea
Cycle Status: Ovulation Triggered (manipulated) Arousal Curve: Elevated Lubrication Response: Max Partner Script Stage: 2/6 Notes: Subject unaware of cycle manipulation. Continue subtle pressure.
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That evening, after her shower, Andrea stood in front of the mirror, towel clutched loosely to her chest. Her nipples had been hard for hours. She hadn’t stopped leaking since noon.
She unwrapped herself slowly, letting the towel drop, watching her own reflection — the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the faint flush at the base of her throat. Her skin felt electric. Her inner thighs were damp again.
She leaned in toward the mirror, touched her lips, then her cheek, then dragged her fingers down her torso to rest lightly over her mound.
She wasn’t ovulating. At least, she didn’t think she was.
But her pussy disagreed.
She slipped on a pair of lace panties, no bra, and walked barefoot to the bedroom.
Ryan was already in bed, shirtless, one hand behind his head, his phone forgotten on the nightstand. He looked up when she entered.
Then stared.
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Andrea didn’t say a word. She climbed on top of him and kissed him hard — her hips rolling, grinding against the shape of his cock through his shorts. His hands found her immediately: cupping her ass, sliding up her back, tugging at the waistband of her panties.
His fingers slipped beneath.
He inhaled sharply.
“Fuck, babe ... you’re soaked.”
She didn’t answer. She was too busy licking his neck, pushing her pussy harder against him, like friction alone might be enough.
Ryan pushed his shorts down and kicked them off. His cock was already hard, glistening at the tip.
Andrea reached for the nightstand.
He caught her wrist.
“Do we need one?” he asked softly.
She blinked.
“What?”
“A condom,” he said. “Do we really need it?”
Her body screamed no. Her cunt throbbed against him in open agreement.
But some part of her — logical, mechanical — refused to give up control.
“ ... Yes,” she said. “We do.”
Ryan nodded. Slowly. No fight.
“Okay.”
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He tore one open and rolled it on. Andrea mounted him seconds later — burying his cock inside her, gasping at the stretch, at the slick friction of latex that somehow made her ache for more.
She rode him hard.
There was no rhythm, no build-up — just frantic, wet fucking, her body slamming into his, using him. She came once on top of him and didn’t stop. He came not long after, gripping her hips and pulsing into the condom.
But she didn’t feel it. Not really.
And as soon as he pulled out, her hand was between her legs again — subtle, circling, urgent.
When her second orgasm hit, she curled around it in silence, her eyes squeezed shut, teeth buried in the pillow.
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Ryan lay beside her, panting, one hand stroking her spine.
“You okay?” he asked gently.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“You sure?”
She nodded. “Just ... don’t ask me that again.”
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