Pregnancy Hangups (Patreon)

Author's Note: This is my first story, and also my first creative writing attempt. I hope you enjoy it! This story is most heavily inspired by Greyscribbler's fantastic Fair Share. If you have any feedback, comments, or questions, you can reach me here or at fidget1@protonmail.com. Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains graphic depictions of sex and mind control, so if that's not what you're here for, stop now! All characters are explicitly stated to be over eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and all participants in sexual acts are enthusiastically consenting.  Copyright Fidget, 2020. All rights reserved. Enjoy! 

 Thanks to Quiver for the amazing cover art!

Chapter 1

"So you don't want children then?"

"No, Amy! I do want children, very badly. I just don't want to get pregnant. That's why I wanted to talk to you - I need your advice."

"Why don't you want to get pregnant?" Amy asked.

"I don't know, I just get physically ill whenever I think about all of the changes that go along with pregnancy. It just seems so wrong," Jill said.

"Well, the most important thing is getting pregnant - after that everything everything happens naturally, whether you're squicked out about it or not." 

"I know that, Amy! You don't think I've tried? Whenever Don and I try to have sex, if we're not using some sort of protection, I get physically disgusted whenever he brings his thing anywhere near me!"

"Have you told him what the problem is?"

"Yes, and he's been great about it. He's disappointed, but supportive. We've even been to a couple of marriage counselors, but I just haven't been able to kick my phobia. I can't even go through with artificial insemination, since I have a panic attack whenever I try to make an appointment for one. So, since you're my best friend, and I value your perspective more than anyone else's, I wanted to let you know what was going on, and see if you had any advice for me."

"Wow, Jill, I had no idea. I'm sorry you're having to go through this. I really do appreciate the vote of confidence, and I'll do whatever I can to help, of course. But this may be above my pay grade."

"I know. I just wanted to give it a try. I'm desperate. At this point, I'll try pretty much anything."

"Ok. I'll dig around a bit when I get home, and see if there are any unorthodox ways of getting over phobias that we can try."

"Thanks Amy, I really appreciate it." Jill said, and then she hung up.

A few hours later, Amy started looking online for weird approaches that people had taken to dealing with their fears. Drugs seemed a bit dangerous and extreme. Tricking people into doing an activity they were scared of without them knowing was an option, but Amy really didn't want to deceive her best friend, and she wasn't sure how Jill would react once she found out she had been lied to. Jill needed to want to get pregnant, but how was Amy going to be able to change her mind?

Late that night she came across a forum for people using hypnosis to cure their phobias. The method that the users there found most effective was a specific video file, with a simple spiral visual and a backing audio track that you could customize. The audio started off with a pretty standard induction formula, and then had a few minutes of blank space to record whatever instructions you wanted. This audio track was then blended with a calming brown noise filter, so that the instructions were just out of reach of the subject's consciousness hearing. The file was getting rave reviews, and many of the forum's users claimed to have been completely cured by it.

Amy was far from convinced about the efficacy of hypnosis, but it was the least insane option she'd found all night, so she decided to give it a try. She downloaded the file and got to work. A day later the finished video was ready to go, so she called Jill and invited her over to her small studio apartment.

At first, Jill was extremely skeptical about trying a random hypnosis file from the internet, but after Amy assured her that she'd made it and recorded it herself, she started to come around. Amy handed her a transcript of the audio on the file, so that Jill would know exactly what instructions she would be receiving.

"Wow, this is really raunchy! I can't believe you actually recorded yourself saying this stuff! And why'd you put the part about not being able to delete it?" Jill asked after reading the transcript of the instructions. 

"Because I know how squeamish you are about this, and I don't want you to get scared and back out, if this is what you really want."

"Oh, good idea. Yes, it's definitely what I want. I don't think it'll work, but I said I'd try anything, so let's do it!"

Jill handed her the TV remote. "Ok, all you have to do is press 'Play'. This first time it's set to play all the way through ten times straight, just to form a strong baseline for the conditioning. That's why I had you come over here, so that you wouldn't be interrupted by Don for the next hour. I've emailed you the file as well, so that you'll be able to watch it when you're home alone."

"That makes sense. Wow, you've really thought this through! But what are you going to do? Are you just going to hang out in the bathroom for the next hour?" Jill asked.

"No, I'll be over here on my laptop. You have to be watching the video for the audio to have any effect, and the TV is at a weird angle from here, so I won't be able to see it very well anyway. Plus, I have some work I need to do."

"Ok." Jill picked up the remote, took a deep breath, and pressed the button. She giggled a bit at the stereotypical swirling spiral on the screen, and tried to see if she could hear the instructions embedded in the constant stream of brown noise. She felt like she could almost make them out, like they were dancing around the edge of her consciousness. She concentrated on the noise harder, but wasn't quite able to catch what was being said. And the spiral was so distracting! Maybe if she...

A few minutes later Amy glanced over at Jill, and was amused to see that she was on the edge of her seat, slack-jawed, eyes wide open, staring intently at the screen. Wow, she seems pretty deeply under, Amy thought. I wonder if it's working. Amy glanced at the screen, seeing the swirling spiral she'd been working with for the past few days while making the video. She wondered why people claimed it was so effective, and guessed that it was the way the spiral drew your eyes down into the center, forcing you to concentrate harder to avoid the distracting spinning arms around the perimeter. She remembered feeling a bit of a trippy sensation when looking at it straight on for an extended period of time, but she couldn't quite see it from this angle. 

Her mind drifted back to the script that she'd written for Jill:

"Whenever you're alone and bored, you'll open up this file and watch it without even thinking about it. You won't be able to delete it, and you won't want to in the first place. Watching this video is relaxing, and you always look forward to seeing it again.

"You want to be pregnant. That's why you're watching this. But even more than that, you want to get pregnant. You want to have unprotected sex with a man until he cums inside you. And then you want to do it again, and again, until you miss your period and feel his baby growing in you. 

"You look forward to the changes your body goes through in pregnancy. It's a huge turn-on to think about your body swelling, filling with life. It's a sign that you and your man have fulfilled your purpose, reproduction, and you feel more and more beautiful as your pregnancy proceeds. And once you've delivered? Well, you know there's nothing hotter than a milf.

"You find yourself inexplicably drawn to the male body. You instinctively feel the need to press your breasts and ass into him, to flirt and tease him into arousal. 

"You love feeling a cock grow larger, thicker, and harder. This is the sign that a man wants to mate with you, and as it grows, so will your need to have it inside you.

"Your vagina feels empty without a cock in it. Whenever you find yourself in a situation that could lead to sex, you will become aroused, and will become more and more focused on getting that cock into your soft, sensitive pussy.

"Your pussy lips love the sensation of being parted by a nice hard cock, of feeling it slide further and further into you. 

"Your pussy must be as inviting and stimulating as possible. He has to want to stay there forever, as your sly pussy secretly milks him closer and closer to his release.

"You love feeling his cock twitch. It's an addictive sensation that you crave to replicate, since that means your fertile pussy has brought him one step closer to your goal: feeling him start to cum inside you.

"You want to bring him to orgasm, because you know that when he starts to cum, you will too.

"Birth control alters your hormone levels, and feels dangerous and unnatural, so you don't want to use it. It also prevents pregnancy, and you want to get pregnant.

"Using a condom isn't an option, and must be avoided by whatever means necessary. 

"Now go get fucked already. Getting pregnant is the sexiest thing you can think of."

Amy woke up, feeling warm and relaxed, and realized that for some reason she was sitting on the couch beside Jill. The video file had stopped looping, and she felt a brief moment of panic. How long have I been sitting here?? she wondered. How many times did I watch the video?

She noticed Jill begin to shift next to her, and saw her eyes regain their focus and turn their surprised gaze onto Amy. 

"Amy, did you watch the video with me? Why?!" Jill asked. 

"I didn't mean to, but yeah. It was only once though. I'll be fine. Don't worry," Amy said. Her head was a bit loopy, but other than that she felt normal. Better than normal, in fact.

"I don't feel any different," Jill said, her cheeks slightly pink.

"Me either. Those forum people were probably just crazy, or psychosomatic, or something. It probably doesn't even work." 

"Yeah, but I appreciate the effort," Jill responded with a smile, giving her friend a hug. "It really means a lot. I should probably head out though - Don will be home soon, and I want to get dinner started."

"Ok," Amy said. "I'll talk to you tomorrow!"

That night after dinner, sitting on the couch, she opened up Facebook and began to scroll...  

"...Getting pregnant is the sexiest thing you can think of." She blinked at her monitor and realized that she'd accidentally watched the video again. Dammit! And why am I so flushed all of a sudden? she wondered. She was angry, but it was tempered by the warm, pleasant relaxation she was currently enjoying in spite of herself. Even so, she right-clicked the file and hovered the cursor over "Delete". With her watching the video without meaning to like that, the file was too dangerous to keep around. She briefly worried that the conditioning might prevent her from deleting it at all. But, she clicked the mouse, the file disappeared, and she let out the breath that she didn't realize she was holding. 

"Good thing that's over with," she muttered, and started to get ready for bed.

The next morning, she sat down at her computer after breakfast to continue working on her article. She made good progress, and was proud of what she had written, so she decided to take a quick break and check her Twitter. She minimized her document, opened up the Recycle Bin, restored the video, and double clicked it. 

A few nonexistent minutes later, as her consciousness returned from what felt like a pleasant, fluffy dream, Amy found her face flushed and her breathing heavy, and her mind kept wandering toward sexy thoughts. She slammed her laptop shut, angry at herself for succumbing to the video's programming again, and angry at her nagging feeling that something was wrong. She noticed that the warm, pleasant sensation she had felt after watching the video previously was growing progressively warmer and more pleasurable each time she watched it.  She sighed heavily, and slowly opened her laptop back up to delete the video again. Click, gone. Now for the Recycle Bin. As she opened it and prepared to delete the file for good, her mind briefly flirted with keeping it around somewhere just in case Jill needed another copy. Steeling her resolve, she cursed at herself and emptied the bin.

That evening, Jill called her to check in and see how she was doing.

"It's amazing Amy, I can't seem to go more than a few hours without waking up finding that I've watched it without even meaning to!" Jill enthused. "And when I come to, I always feel so relaxed and, well, horny," she admitted sheepishly. "Nothing major, just a  warm flush that makes me feel all sexy. You're aren't feeling any effects or anything from having watched the video, are you?"

"Not really. I've thought about watching it a few times, but I don't want to have children at all, so I think I'm naturally more resistant to it," Amy lied.

"That makes sense. Good, I'm glad you're ok. I think the hypnosis might actually be working for me though - ever since Don got home a few hours ago, I've felt almost giddy! He's so strong and manly! I keep finding myself tempted to press up against him, and run my fingers over his chest. It's like I'm in high school again flirting with a cute crush or something!"

Amy felt a little twinge of jealousy at her friend's healthy love live, The idea of pressing herself into a strong, masculine man was filling her with an odd feeling, almost a longing. "That's great Jill! You should tease him a bit, and then take him to bed and have your wicked way with him!" she blurted out, as she got a bit turned on imagining herself doing just that to a sexy stranger.

"Amy! You're so bad!" Jill exclaimed, feigning outrage. "But I just might! It's like my body is on overdrive or something. Well, talk to you later!" she said, and then she hung up. 

Amy got ready for bed, and, imagining what Jill must be doing at that moment, considered a little solo action of her own. She couldn't decide if her current state was due to the video's influence, however, so she stubbornly ignored her arousal, and eventually fell asleep frustrated.

She was woken up the next morning by another call from Jill, surprised to hear her friend sobbing into the receiver. 

"I just don't know what's wrong with me!" she cried. "Last night I was really craving sex with Don, and we started flirting and kissing, and I got so hot when I felt him get hard, but when he got ready to put it in, I suddenly felt all sick and pushed him off! He asked if I'd feel better if he used a condom, but that turned me off even more!"

"Oh no, Jill, I'm so sorry! I'm sure it will just take time," Amy said.

"I hope so, because now things are even worse than they were before!" Jill cried, and then she hung up.

Chapter 2

Amy felt terrible about making things worse for Jill and Don. Needing a pick-me-up, she opened her laptop, navigated to the email that she had sent Jill, downloaded the file, and watched it again.

Afterwards, panting and flushed with arousal, she realized that she had, yet again, been hypnotized by the video without meaning to. As she reluctantly deleted the file and the email, however, she noticed just how much better she felt about everything after watching it. Her head was swimming with warm sexuality, and she was confident that she and Jill would get exactly what they needed. It occurred to her that she was already looking forward to rewatching the video, and she wasn't quite able to stop herself from opening her email back up, going to the Trash tab, restoring Jill's email, redownloading the file, and starting it once more.

She awoke expecting more warm feelings of conditioned sensual bliss, but she quickly discovered that this viewing had had a different effect on her than the previous ones. Her feelings of pleasant relaxation had indeed grown stronger, but the warm sexuality was starting to burn, and she was again struck with the impression that something very important was missing, that there was something she should be doing. She pulled up the transcript of the audio from the file to see if it held any clues, but soon wished she hadn't, because when she read it she became sharply aware of how empty her vagina felt without a cock in it. As her thoughts dwelt on how good it would feel to stimulate a cock with her slick pussy until it erupted inside of her, she could no longer deny that the file was affecting her. She was starting to want to get pregnant, or at least starting to want to do things that would make that outcome much more likely.

Her frustration with herself ruined the good mood the video had induced, so she deleted the email once again, and decided that she needed to get out of the house for a while. She packed up her laptop in a huff, ate a quick breakfast, and walked down to her favorite coffeeshop to work.

A few hours later she sipped her third decaf latte and leaned back in relief. Success! She had managed to get through a whole afternoon of work at the coffeeshop without somehow finding herself watching that stupid video! She allowed herself a break, and took a look around the room, noting that a few cute guys had set up shop since she came in. One of them happened to look up and catch her eye, and she smiled at him as her thoughts began to turn to all of the pleasurable things their interlocking bodies should be doing to each other. One thing in particular is especially appealing, she giggled to herself. Feeling uncharacteristically adventurous, she winked enticingly at him, and he stood up and came over to sit down next to her. After a bit of small talk, during which she found herself sliding closer and closer to him as she brazenly flirted, he suggested that they grab dinner and go for a walk together, and she couldn't help but agree.

A few hours of irrelevant conversation and "accidental" touching later, they found themselves outside of her apartment awash with sexual tension.

Tell him you'll call him tomorrow! Tell him you'll call him tomorrow! "Would you like to come up?" she asked innocently, her stomach full of giddy butterflies. NO! she screamed mentally, but her anger at herself for giving in so easily was quickly washed away by eager anticipation when he said, "Yes."

She took his hand, and led him up the stairs and into her studio. They sat down on her couch, the same couch where she had first watched the video just a few days ago, and she impulsively slid over to him and pressed her firm breasts into his arm as she put a hand on his leg. Getting the picture entirely, he leaned in, and their lips met. 

Amy was in heaven. She never wanted the kiss to end, and as their tongues danced, she began to slowly rub herself against him. She realized that this situation could easily lead to sex if she wasn't careful, but that realization somehow galvanized her body to redouble its efforts entirely without her approval, and she felt her pussy tingle in greedy anticipation. 

Needing to feel more of herself touching him, she swung around and straddled him on the edge of the couch, enjoying the feeling of her breasts squashed against his strong chest as they continued to make out like horny teenagers. As her skirt rode up, her warm pussy began to slide against his crotch through her panties, and she soon noticed a swelling in his pants as she teased him into arousal. The more his erection grew, the more she realized that it needed to be inside her, so she pulled away from the kiss, ground her pussy down onto his cock, felt it twitch against her, and looked up at him with big eyes and fluttering lashes. 

"Is that for me?" she asked coquettishly, grinding against him once more for good measure. 

"He certainly seems to think so," he said, smiling warmly as his hand explored beneath her blouse. Her nipples hardened as he found what he wanted, but since her bra was still in the way, she reached back, unhooked it, and smoothly drew it out of her sleeve. By this point he had her shirt halfway up, so she pulled it the rest of the way off while he admired the view her arching back provided, and then he began to gently caress and tweak her breasts, which sent pleasant tingles to her pussy as she continued to rub it against his crotch. 

This went on for a few minutes as their breathing got heavier, but eventually Amy's vagina reminded her of how empty it was, and her thoughts became more and more focused on getting that hard cock into her soft, sensitive pussy.

Abruptly standing, she pulled him up by his belt as she loosened it, unzipped his pants, pulled his boxers down, and slid her hand along his erection. Kissing him again and massaging his cock with her hand, she pulled him backwards into the bedroom. She removed her panties while he stripped, leaving her in just her skirt and thigh-highs. He asked if she had a condom, and before she could stop herself, she blurted out, "no, but it should be safe anyway. Just be sure to pull out!" 

"Sounds good to me!" he said, as his face lit up at the prospect of getting some bareback and then maybe finishing on her tits or face.

Why on earth did I say that? she wondered, aware that there were plenty of condoms in the bedside table not two feet away. She knew exactly why she had said it, of course, but wasn't willing to admit it to herself, especially now that she could feel his cock against her leg as his strong arms gently laid her down on the bed and pulled her skirt up. No big deal, I'm still at least a week away from ovulation. I can enjoy myself this once, and it's too late to go back now that I've already said it. Plus, I'll make sure he pulls out. Her legs spread themselves in anticipation as he lined up, and then shivered as he finally made contact. She loved the feeling of his hard cock separating her lips and slowly, sensuously pushing inside. She gasped with delight when she felt it twitch, as her slick pussy stimulated the sensitive tip, and she could feel his eagerness, his instinctual need, to push further into her. Which was exactly what she needed too, of course. 

She grabbed his hips and began to pull him further inside. His eyes held a dark intensity as he savored the feeling of sinking deeper into her. She felt his cock twitch again, filling her with desire as she moaned and pulled on his hips even harder. For some reason, making his cock jerk like that filled her with satisfaction, and she resolved to make it happen again, and again.

His eyes widened as he bottomed out, and the two of them stayed that way for a second, savoring the sensation as he tried to press in just a bit further. Finally, his cock began to withdraw, leaving each of them with a faint sense of loss. That was nice too though, mostly because they both knew that he wouldn't be able to resist returning. And then he was back, sliding all the way in at one go, enjoying the pleasant tension starting to grow in his cock as her tight vagina squeezed him. 

She cooed when he twitched again, and arched against him seductively. He briefly recalled that he should be pulling out at some point, but his mind clouded as his attention was drawn down to the supple breasts in his face, which were so much more enjoyable to think about. While she distracted him with her tits, her needy pussy stepped up its stimulating assault on his cock, stealthily encouraging it  to stiffen even further. It responded enthusiastically, and at the base of his penis he began to feel a pleasant, urgent tightness, one which increased in urgency each time he slid himself back in. It was an addicting sensation, and he sank back into her more and more furiously each time, enjoying the building pressure, but confident in his ability to control himself. Overconfident, as it turned out, he indulged in that tempting embrace one time too many, and his cock's suddenly unbearable tightness triggered something deep within him as he felt his dick begin to stiffen in unstoppable reflex.

Just as he was going to warn her and pull out, however, she wrapped her legs around his torso and pulled him all the way into her, taking him further and further past the point of no return with each luxurious centimeter. Sensing what was coming, his body  released an intoxicating cocktail of endorphins into his bloodstream, which made him suddenly realize that he wanted to finish right here, right now, buried in her soft, fertile pussy. He thrust himself as far into her as he could just as reflex finally drove the muscles around his penis to start rhythmically clenching, rewarding him with waves of ecstasy as he sent spurt after spurt of his semen deep into her tight, receptive body. Feeling his cum triggered her own orgasm, and she rode out the pleasure experiencing a sense of primal satisfaction, as though she were one step closer to accomplishing some untold goal for herself.

Utterly spent, they collapsed into each other and enjoyed the afterglow. As he withdrew, he began to apologize.

"I'm so sorry, Amy! For some reason I just couldn't seem to pull out!" he said.

"No problem, I'll go grab some Plan B sometime tomorrow," she responded distractedly, still euphoric from the feeling of his warm cum in her vagina. "Don't worry about it."

She woke up with him spooning her the next morning. Feeling his strong arm around her, she pressed her ass backwards into his hips. He seemed to already be awake, and gave her shoulder a soft kiss. That reminded her of the sex that she should be having right now, and as she realized how empty her vagina was, she felt a strong desire to be filled again. She began to gently grind her firm ass into him, and soon felt him swelling against her. As his cock thickened, she became singlemindedly focused on getting it back into her pussy where it belonged. 

He didn't seem to need any help with that, and as he became fully aroused he bent her forward to take her from behind. He slid a hand up the back of her leg and cupped her butt, enjoying the feel of the hot piece of ass he was going to hit again this morning. 

And there it was, the sensation she was waiting for, as she felt his cock spread her moist lips and slide into her silky depths. He seemed less intense this morning, content with moving himself in and out almost robotically. That wasn't enough for her - she needed him to feel how inviting and stimulating her pussy was, so she began to flex her vagina each time he withdrew. It seemed to work, as his return thrusts became more focused and intense, and she felt him grab her hip and pull himself deeply into her, causing his cock to twitch. This sent a shiver down her spine. She needed to feel that again, to make him twitch again. She feigned sliding herself off of him, and felt a powerful tightening of his grip as he instinctively pulled her back onto his cock, rewarding her gambit with the feeling of his cock strongly twitching deep inside her once more. 

She felt his rhythm increase, and knew that her sly pussy had done its job perfectly. He would do anything to stay inside her now, and both of them became intensely focused on the pressure building in his cock as she continued to stimulate it with the silky walls of her vagina. Finally he could stand it no longer, and enjoyed the feeling of his balls tightening as he once again began to squirt his potent seed into her unprotected pussy. This of course sent Amy over the edge again as well, and she bucked against him as her body rewarded her with waves of pleasure for successfully filling herself with his cum.

Less than an hour later he was gone, with a brief "I'll call you" on his way out the door.

She sat on her couch that afternoon going over the events of the past 24 hours in her head, still glowing with satisfaction at how full her pussy felt in spite of her indignation at the feeling. She concluded that she had been compelled to leave the house by the video: the skimpy top, short skirt, and thigh-highs she had apparently decided to wear to a coffeeshop to work were a dead giveaway. She had convinced herself that she was feeling claustrophobic and needed a change of scenery, when what she really wanted was to go out, find a guy who wouldn't be able to resist her flirty pussy, and get fucked. And boy did I get fucked, she recalled pleasurably, feeling a sudden urge to go out and do it again. 

On that note, she didn't seem to be able to stop watching the video today either. Now whenever she finished watching it, she changed the file name, or put it in a different place, but she always seemed to find it and watch it again. Her head had been buzzing lazily with thoughts of sex all day, and the idea of getting dressed and going out to buy Plan B just seemed like so much effort.

Her reverie was suddenly interrupted by a call from Jill.

"Uh, I think we may have a problem," Jill said. "I don't think you limited the wording of the hypnotic instructions to just my husband, and I've been getting really flirty around my male friends. I can't explain it, but I just feel so drawn to their broad, masculine bodies!"

Mmm, I know what she means, Amy thought, warming up to the idea of trying to flirt and tease her own guy friends into arousal. That would be so hot. "Oh no, Jill! I'm so sorry! How could I have been so stupid?" she said, her voice full of a concern that was only partially genuine.

"You have to fix this, Amy. Your stupid hypnosis video is ruining my life!" Jill yelled, and then she hung up.

Chapter 3

Amy sat deep in thought, mulling over how to address both Jill's attraction to her guy friends and her own need to get filled with cum until she got pregnant. Ultimately, Amy decided that the only way to fix this mess was to make new hypnosis files for them to watch that would change or reverse their prior programming. As she was brainstorming commands for the new videos, she opened the first video again and watched it through, ostensibly for inspiration. She woke up a few minutes later feeling that infuriatingly familiar combination of hot, sexy, and empty. Intellectually, she knew that these feelings weren't really hers, and that the video was making her feel that way. 

"It feels real though," she whined, frustrated. Unable to concentrate, she decided that she needed to get out of the house for a bit to clear her head, so she got dressed, walked out to her car, and drove off.

After a short drive, she was surprised to find herself pulling up outside her favorite club. Oh what the hell. I deserve a fun night out after all I've been through recently, she thought, getting out of her car and heading inside. Leaning against the bar, she saw the teeming mass of bodies writhing on the dance floor, and felt her own growing desire to join them in their revelry. Instead, she held back, and observed the same ritual unfolding before her eyes over and over across the room, as dozens of pairs of men and women, driven by irresistible instinct, stimulated each other's bodies into an arousal that would ultimately result in mating. She was struck by the absurdity of it all, by the lengths they would go to to convince themselves that they weren't just carrying out their bodies' programming to reproduce, knowing full well the entire time that later that night their hormones would inevitably compel their throbbing cocks to ejaculate into their fertile young pussies again and again. For some of the couples birth control would fail, and when those flirty pussies successfully teased the cocks into reflexively spurting into them, a torrent of  sperm would overwhelm the eggs eagerly awaiting their arrival. At first, the woman wouldn't realize that her lover had successfully impregnated her. A period would be missed. More hormones would be released as breasts swelled and bodies filled with life, until they finally gave birth and the cycle repeated itself anew, with more curious cocks assuring themselves that they were sliding into those slick, irresistible pussies just for a moment, before they too were inexorably caressed into blissfull, lifegiving release.

Was that all she was? A slave to her instinctual desire to breed? Even with her sudden realization that she had only come here to get fucked, she felt her pussy moisten at the prospect of going out onto the dance floor and convincing one of those throbbing cocks to ejaculate into her own fertile young pussy. Feeling disgusted with herself, she went home, took her laptop to bed with her, and watched the hypnosis video one more time. 

A few minutes later, after reassuring herself that she'd never watch it again, she changed the file's name, put it in a different folder so she wouldn't be able to find it, and enjoyed feeling hot and sexy as she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of getting knocked up.

Jill called early the next day, her voice bubbling with happiness.

"We were in bed this morning, and I was enjoying the feeling of pressing my tits into his side," she said, as Amy arched her back a bit, imagining pressing her own tits into a hot guy, flirting and teasing him into arousal. "And I had my leg wrapped around his, and was like, thrusting softly and slowly against his hip, when I noticed his cock waking up. I couldn't help but trace my fingers across his waist and gently run my fingernail up his shaft. His cock twitched, which I always love feeling, so I wrapped my hand around it and felt him grow larger, thicker, and harder for me." Larger, thicker, and harder, Amy's mind echoed. Something about that phrase triggered a desire to have something inside her, and without even noticing what she was doing, she pulled her skirt up, moved her panties aside, and slipped a finger into her wet pussy.

"The bigger it grew in my hand, the hornier I got, imagining all of the jizz it could fill me with. I suddenly remembered that I was probably three or four days from ovulation, and everything else kinda faded away as I realized that I needed to get that hard cock into my soft, sensitive pussy." Amy stifled a moan as she slipped another finger into her own soft, sensitive pussy. "I began to stroke him, and as soon as he was fully ready to go, I reached across and pulled him over onto me. Feeling how big he was against my abdomen, I began to move his hips up and down, grinding him against me, which just made me hotter and hotter. He slid down to get into position before asking, 'should I go get something?'"

"'No! God! Just put it in me!' I yelled, as my body worked itself lower underneath him, trying to make any contact I could with his hard cock. He grinned and began to press himself into me. Amy, my pussy lips loved  the sensation of being parted by a nice hard cock, of feeling it slide further and further into me." I know the feeling, Amy thought, working a third finger into herself and picking up the pace. Jill continued, "I was paying really close attention to the sensations I was getting from his cock, so that I could make sure that he wanted to stay in me forever while my sly pussy milked him, but I could tell from the look in his eyes that there was no need. The thought of fucking a baby into me would have him at the edge in no time. 'Ahh Don! I'm about to ovulate! Fill me with your cum! Fuck me pregnant!' I shouted. He immediately groaned and pushed himself fully into me, as he finally gave me what I wanted and filled my fertile little pussy with blast after blast of his warm cum. It was the hottest thing I've ever experienced."

Amy was unable to respond as she was currently riding out an orgasm of her own, imagining her pussy being filled with that cum.

"Amy, do you know what this means? you're a genius! You did it!" Jill yelled gleefully.

"I'm so happy for you!" Amy said genuinely, coming down from her climax. "By the way, I met a guy too-"

"Oh my god, that's Don at the door! I have to go! I need to feel him cum inside me again!" Jill squealed, and then she hung up.

Thrilled for Jill, but still frustrated by her own emptiness, Amy got back to work on the new videos. An hour later, she was done. For Jill, the new instructions were, "no one turns you on like Don does. You want to have his children, and no one else's." And for her, "You aren't worried about pregnancy any longer. You just want to ensure that your best friend is happy and taken care of." There, that should do it. Short and sweet, so that she couldn't mess things up any further. She included the same compulsion to rewatch the new videos as she had for the old one, and saved the new files. She quickly emailed Jill's file to her, along with a transcript, before taking a deep breath and starting her own.

That night, when she was lazily masturbating herself to sleep after compulsively watching both videos a few times each, she slipped into her familiar daydream where a mysterious stranger fucked her full of cum. After they finished, she looked up at her  dream lover, and was surprised to see Don's face. Confused, she drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

In spite of her expectation that the new video would eliminate her need to get pregnant, her daydreams about cocks and cum continued the next day unabated. Also, strangely, the cocks fucking her always turned out to be Don's cock, and the cum was always Don's cum. Eventually, her mistake became apparent: Amy had accidentally watched Jill's video, and she had emailed Jill her own. Too ashamed to call and admit what she had done, the rest of that day passed for Amy in a miserable, growing sexual frustration centered around her best friend's husband, and the next morning, as she estimated her ovulation to be three days away, she could stand it no longer. She picked up her phone, called Jill, and told her the whole story, starting with how she had accidentally hypnotized herself into wanting to get pregnant too, and ending with how she had accidentally switched the most recent videos.

"That explains why I still want to fuck every guy I see," Jill giggled. 

"But the video I sent you should have taken away your desire to get pregnant," Amy replied, her need for Don to fill her own belly fighting with her surprise at how well Jill was taking the news.

"Oh, I still need to get pregnant, and Don's likely taken care of that by now, but I'm not really worried about it any longer. I just want to make sure you're happy and taken care of, Amy. If Don can do that for you, then I think the only thing to do is for you to get rid of the studio and move in with us," she said cheerfully, and then she hung up.

Don, who had secretly had a crush on Amy for years, was entirely on board with the new living arrangements, and a few hours later Amy found herself screaming in orgasm as her tight young body milked the man of her dreams past the point of no return. His hard cock began pumping spurt after spurt of his potent baby juice up into her soft, fertile pussy, where his strong swimmers headed directly toward the two eggs her body was preparing to release.

Epilogue

A few months later, after discussing it with Don, Amy sat down to make one last video. When she had finished, she called Jill into the living room to tell her about it, and they held hands as they sat down side-by-side to watch it. 

When they came to, their eyes met as they recognized that their friendship was about to change forever. Then, irresistibly drawn toward each other by the allure of supple curves and smooth skin, their eyes closed as their soft lips brushed for the first time. Their touch was electric: hands refused to stay still, tongues twined, and they longed to taste more and more of each other. They both still needed Don to fuck more babies into them, of course - that wasn't going to change anytime soon - but as each explored the other's growing pregnant body, they realized that they had new appetites to sate in the meantime.

Suddenly, Amy's phone rang. She picked it up and answered it, before realizing that she didn't really care who was on the other end. 

"I'll have to call you back," Amy stammered as Jill sucked on her nipple, and then she hung up.