One of my go-to hypno fantasies is set in a dystopian govt-run fertility clinic. birth control and elective surgeries for birth control are highly regulated and gatekept; usually in order to access any of these things, ppl with wombs are forced to undergo evaluation, both mentally and physically, in order to determine whether they're really "sure" and not making a hasty decision. it's bullshit, of course -- it's just a way of setting up obsticals to prevent access to birth control altogther. i'm stubborn though, and i've known my whole life that i've never wanted children, so i dig my heels in and get myself an appointment at the clinic to discuss getting my tubes tied. even on the phone, they're already trying to dissuade me: "what about something less extreme? let's discuss the pill first, then wait and see if you change your mind?" but i refuse to relent, and begrudgingly they schedule me in for evaluation. months out, of course.
i arrive at the clinic and roll my eyes at the blatant propaganda everywhere, from the highly feminine decor to the posters advocating for motherhood and even, incredibly, "respecting nature". it was repugnant, but made me more determined than ever to stick to my guns.
the first stage of the examination is a one on one interview/assessment with a clinician. she sees me to a back room, somewhere quiet and out of the way. like everywhere else, the furnishings are very feminine and there's a strange perfume in the air that honestly gives me a bit of a headache bc it's so sickly sweet. I'm directed to sit down on a very plush sofa that i practically sink into, but i have to admit it's at the very least comfortable. the clinician starts asking me basic and innocuous questions about my medical history at first, but the conversation eventually turns more personal in nature. she asks me where my hesitance toward motherhood comes from. i tell her that there is no hesitance; i simply don't want it. she frowns in a pitying, almost disbelieving way and makes a few notes on her clipboard, then says in that case i would have no problem undergoing more a rigorous psychoanalysis. this irritates me, as i've already been here for easily an hour and made myself very plain, but i know they're just trying to frustrate me into giving up. she hands me a consent form and i quickly skim it, honestly too distracted by all the vibrant colours and strong smells to pay too much attention to what i'm signing, but it's not like i haven't done that with other contracts before. when i hand the paper back to the clinician, she smiles at me and proceeds to explain the next step of the analysis.
in order to determine that i am entirely committed to my decision, i will be tested for subconscious psychological indicators that indicate a stronger affinity to motherhood than I'm stating outright. I squint bc this sounds like a load of pseudo scientific crap, but i already signed the contract and leaving now means i won't get what i came here for, so i nod along with a bit of an eyeroll. I ask how long this test is going to take, and nearly choke when she indicates that it's going to be a sleep study. they want to keep me here ALL NIGHT?! fucking ridiculous. it doesn't conflict with my schedule though, so i just grimace and let her continue. finally she said that in order to speed up the process as much as possible, the physical evaluation will be conducted at the same time as the psychoanalysis. i raise an eyebrow at that, since i don't much like the idea of random clinicians performing a physical on me (for whatever reason) as I'm possibly sleeping, but she tells me that the physical eval is largely recorded by their technological equipment. fantastic, i think. guess i'm going to be hooked up to wires all night too!
with all that finally out of the way, the clinician takes me out of her office and further into the clinic. we approach a kind of examination room with a table in the middle. the clinician proceeds to hand me a medical gown and informs me that i will need to change before the analysis proceeds. she gives me some privacy to change, and takes all of my belongings with her - including my phone. I don't much like this, but she claims i wont be able to use it anyway, and it's presence will interfere with the equipment or whatever. i quickly send a few texts off to people who might wonder where i am and give the clinician my clothes and phone. she leaves for a moment to set them aside, and tells me to lie down on the table.
the table is surprisingly soft. I'm not sure what material covers the surface, but it i find myself almost sculpted into it when i lie down. it would almost be comfortable if not for the fact the table is designed for me to be splayed out like a starfish, and as soon as the clician returns to the room, i notice she has brought back several leather straps with her.
seeing this nearly makes me bolt up, but she explains the restraints are for my own safety. I am being monitored at all times while in this room, but during the proceedure, it's better for me to not move involuntarily. plus, when i fall asleep, i wouldnt want to accidentally roll off onto the floor and get tangled up in wires. it seems reasonable enough, so i relax and allow her to strap me down to the table: my ankles, wrists, forearms, and mid section are all snuggly strapped in, and then the clinician begins to attach various electrodes or other sensors to my skin -- some of which get placed directly on my breasts. when she's finished, the clincian tells me that I'm all ready to go and will start the analyses as soon as i'm ready. i want to get this over with, so i nod and she leaves the room. but only for a moment.
the clinician returns with a helmet of some kind; something that would cover the entirety of my face. i start to question her about it but she either doesn't hear or ignores me, and places the helmet contraption over my face. my vision is plunged into darkness and i realize the mask has covered my nose and mouth as well; i can still breathe but i have no idea if i can be heard with this thing on! i try to struggle to get the helmet off my head, but there's a strap around my chin that keeps it in place. i feel panic set in as i realize what kind of position I'm now in, but almost as soon as i think I'm going to start screaming, i smell that perfume filter through the helmet. the smell is stronger than before and makes me dizzy almost instantly, but i feel a sense of calm along with it, too, even though nothing about this situation should be calming.
suddenly, the helmet i'm wearing whirrs to life with both sound and images. I have to actively resist the urge to blush when i realize what I'm listening to, what I'm seeing. incomprehensible whispers fill my ears along with moans of pleasure, timed together with flashes of pornographic and pregnant imagery. deep down it feels all very silly; is their psychoanalysis trying to determine whether this stuff makes me horny? i close my eyes, not willing to let some perfectly natural hormonal response skew my results. obviously, if they're going to flood my senses with porn, I'm going to get a little turned on. especially when they look so happy and blissful, just breeding their brains away.
I shake myself as i notice the way my thoughts just trailed there, but in doing so i open my eyes again. i notice a spiral has entered the visuals before me, and i find myself drawn into it. are those words flashing in front of me? they disappear so quickly that i have trouble reading them, but i should focus on trying anyway. I should focus on this feeling, this lack of control, this natural submission. all the breeding sluts happily accept their role, their place, their need to breed. it's my duty. it's my natural state. I don't need to think, i need to sink. I need to submit to my natural desires, the ones I've been denying for so long. can't you feel how wet you are? Don't you crave the feeling of a hard cock sliding between your folds, filling you up with his seed? we can tell how fertile you are, whore. just once would be enough to breed you. don't you want to try it? Of course you do. It's simple biology. You were born to be bred, and so you will stay here in this facility, kept docile and horny and constantly pregnant and full of cock. anything else you would have contributed to the world pales in comparison to this. It makes you so happy and mindless to know that your purpose has been found.
i feel the table move, pulling my legs apart as i mindlessly take in the words that i read, hear, and obey. i feel a pressure at my pussy, and moan as the artificial inseminator spreads my lips and begins to fuck me. more of the gas floods my senses, evaporating what was left of my resistance, and i feel the electrodes on my breasts begin to stimulate them for milk production. I sigh, contented, as I watch, listen, moan, squirm. I can't believe i almost gave this up out of sheer stubborness... fortunately, the clinic knows what's best for me, so I never have to think for myself again. I can't wait to be a mindless breeder.
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