A solution for her problem

Frank’s Breeder Path: Frank has began to subliminally program Liz to bear him all the children he wants. Increased motherly instincts, desires to have her breasts suckled, and an aversion to birth control. – target 197 – roll 83 (26 + 57) – target failed – subliminal strength 57

Frank tossed her a shirt. “Its from some protest group I saw the other day, they were giving them out free, only had 2Xsmall left though.”

Liz held out the shirt and laughed. The picture on the front had an open bird cage with two blue footed boobies flying away, the words “Free The Boobies” was right across the chest.

Frank wiggled the remote at her, “we got about an hour before we leave…” he wiggled his eyebrows.

Liz rolled her eyes. “what is it with you and that stupid show?” her tone didn’t match her face as she smiled.

“Its shlock,” he said “and if you didn’t like it there is a lot of house you could be in that isn’t here” he had a lopsided smile.

She was plopping herself down in the armchair, Frank was pleased to see the shirt still bunched up in her hand.

Whatever happened downstairs seemed to make her much more comfortable with a little casual nudity. “yeah but you bitch if you have to watch T.V alone” she said.

He sat on the couch, it gave him an equally good angle of her and of the T.V “if that’s what you need to tell yourself” he quipped back pressing the button.

In truth he thought it was one of the stupidest shows ever put on air. Quasi documentary style episodes following some pregnant teenager and all the problems they encounter. It served his purposes though and as much as Liz rolled her eyes whenever he put it on she was glued to every episode without fail.

As they watched Frank would pepper little bits and pieces of commentary.

“It always blows my mind when the parents freak out like a teenager getting pregnant is this horrible thing, teenagers get pregnant by the hundreds every day.”

“See, its always the same. The only reason any of them struggle is lack of money, if they had someone with money to take care of them they would be fine and happy”

“look how happy she is holding her baby for the first time, don’t you think she looks happy Liz?”

Asking her a direct question seemed to snap her out of it, she looked over at him blinking rapidly.

“what? Umm yeah, she does…or, at least she did…” Liz looked back to the screen watching the young woman fast walk out of a building with tears in her eyes the camera panned to show the sign “Happy Meadows Adoption Center”

It wasn’t an uncommon ending for an episode but for the first time Liz truly felt how tragic it was. The woman on the show wasn’t much older then her and she had looked thrilled to hold her baby but, like Frank had said, she couldn’t afford to raise a baby and now she would never see her little girl again.

Liz felt a deep sense of empty longing in her stomach (womb).

“you ever thought about having any?” Asked Frank, watching out of the corner of his eye as she softly cradled her abdomen.

“I didn’t…recently though…I dunno, im still young” said Liz blushing and looking away.

“you’re a year older then your mother was when she had you” said frank. “Wait, really?” she responded, looking back at him.

“Well she’s 36 in 2 months so my math isn’t exact… more like 3 months older but that means she got pregnant when she was a year younger then you.”

Liz bit her lower lip, she had never actually done the math, not only was she older she had tons of advantages her mother didn’t. She tried not to see Frank as an anthropomorphic wallet but in this case, as he said, Money was usually the biggest problem.

“You got the hips for it too” said Frank once more shaking her from her wandering thoughts.

“Looking at my hips, huh. Pervert” Liz said playfully, flipping her hair over her shoulder in mock indignance.

Frank rose from his chair and walked toward her with slow, steady steps. Once he was in front of her he bent a knee and suddenly, his face was at level with her bare chest.

“w…wait” liz stammered but frank puckered his lips and, despite her protest she felt herself rapidly grow wetter with the thought he was going to suckle her nipple.

Instead he parted his lips slightly and blew a slow stream of air against her nipple which immediately hardened. She couldn’t hold back the moan and her legs slid apart revealing the wet patch on the crotch of her yoga pants.

“Yup, I’M the pervert here” said Frank dryly.

[Intrinsic Thot: Frank was so good about my aching breasts, but the pumps got me so wet. I wonder if he knows of a way I could calm down my pussy too.] – target 105 – roll 144 (87 + 57) – target achieved – current subliminal strength 61

Liz knew what she was about to ask him, she knew completely what it would mean, what it would probably lead too.

She also knew Frank loved her, he was someone she could trust, even if she couldn’t remember why she suddenly started trusting him. He hadn’t led her wrong yet. If she didn’t do something soon though her wet pussy was going to consume her mind.

“F…Frank, I’m having another problem…” her voice was unsteady and quiet.

“do you need the pumps again?” he asked?

“different problem” she said, without a shirt he could see plain as day how embarrassed she was, the scarlet blush dominated her face and reached the top of her breasts.

“Down there…” she whispered gesturing with her chin.

Frank was having way to much fun to let her off that easy. “your legs?” he asked, placing his palms against her thighs, “do you want me to rub your legs?” he moved his hands back and forth.

“mmmm, no” she looked like she was in physical pain as she **** herself to speak. “when I used the pumps…it felt so good…down there…and its so hard to think…I don’t know what to do or why its happening. I’ve never got turned on like this before!” she tip toed around it until it burst out at the end.

“Can you help?” Liz poured so much into those three words. Frank slipped his fingers under the waistband of her tight yoga pants. She raised her hips making it easier and Frank quickly had her pants off and thrown aside.

He leaned in close to her dripping pussy taking his first good look. It was shiny and puffy with need. He sniffed it, tilting his head like he was studying it.

“Oh dear, I was hoping you were just horny. Don’t panic, this is perfectly normal ok.” Liz’s eyes went wide. That’s what she thought too. Was something wrong with her!?

“Have you ever heard people talk about their biological clock, tick, tick, tick” he tapped his finger against her clit hood with each “tick”

Liz grit her teeth “nnnnn” and nodded.

“This is what they mean, I know how to make it go away for a little bit but ultimately there is only 1 cure.” Liz was enraptured by his every word, eyes slightly lacking focus

“You need someone to cum in you” said Frank, slipping his middle and ring finger into her hungry hole.

He didn’t give her time to think, or process his words, he began thrusting hard and fast, curling his fingers to press up into the spongy flesh of her g-spot.

Liz immediately squirted against his palm as he went even harder. She tried to scream and failed. Liz had bordered on asexual before Frank sunk his claws in her. she had cum before but nothing like this.

His words echoed and rattled around in her head, magnifying and replaying over and over. All well her orgasm built and grew. The pleasure was white hot, it was too much for her to handle but she had no way to drop it.

Frank didn’t stop until Liz lost all muscle control and collapsed in a heap only half conscious. He continued for another 2 or 3 seconds but with no reaction he got bored and stopped.

Liz came too from Frank giving her a shake. He was giving her a new pair of yoga pants and saying something. She finally understood the third time he repeated himself.

“come on, get dressed, its time to go.”

Liz moved on instinct pulling on the offered pants and the tiny shirt. If she was more aware, she would have noticed the pants were far, far to tight. Stretched nearly transparent along her ass and the cameltoe was visible from space. The shirt stopped just below her small breasts and her nipples poked obviously through the fabric.

“we will talk it out honey, we will figure out a good man you trust to help you”

Liz could only nod well slipping on a pair of sneakers and walking shakily out the door with Frank.