A good supportive (step) father

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 198 – roll 141 (88 + 53) – target failed – subliminal strength 53

Liz quickly ducked down so only her head could be seen as Frank got to the bottom of the stairs. He didn’t seem to notice her discarded shirt among the mess of blankets and boxes she had made getting things out of her way. “Jesus” he said with a chuckle, “its actually impressive how much you tore this place up so quickly” nothing in his tone sounded mad and Liz instantly relaxed a little.

The mechanical whirring sounded so loud to her but maybe Frank didn’t hear it across the room.

“Heh, yeah sorry about that…” she said trying to sound apologetic but unable to suppress a hitch in her voice from a particularly pleasant suck of the pump.

Frank could hear the pumps from upstairs and had noticed the shirt on the floor before he had made it all the way down. In his head he weighed the pros and cons of pushing her too hard to fast before deciding he needed to commit. He slowly crossed the room towards her well her face became increasingly red.

“something wrong honey?” he asked sweetly. “you look flushed.” Liz was panicking now watching him get closer. She couldn’t possibly hide this any longer, what was Frank going to think when he saw her like this?

He will probably think its hot and fuck you FULL of cum.

The thought felt alien in her brain, she wasn’t sure where it came from, she certainly didn’t think about Frank like that. Well she kinda did earlier she supposed.

And just like that Frank was on the other side of the counter from her. He picked up the onesie she had been holding earlier. “Hard to believe you were ever this small, huh” he said with a wistful smile.

“Me and your mom had been talking about having one of our own you know?” Frank asked her. “n…no” said Liz, “I didn’t” she was surprised, her mother wasn’t old but she didn’t think she would be having any more kids.

“Do you hear something, like a whirring noise?” Asked Frank, looking around with confusion.

[Intrinsic thot: It’s too late to unlatch the pumps. I can tell Frank about my pressure and how this is the only thing helping. Frank loves me and wants me to be comfortable. Maybe he can get me new pills, this has to be my birth control causing this.] Target 125 – roll 136 (83 + 53) – target achieved – subliminal strength 57

Liz had moved beyond blushing at this point. Her entire face was tomato red and Frank was worried she was going to have an aneurysm or something.

“I…I have a problem” she said barely above a whisper.

“What kind of problem?” Asked Frank, fighting a gloating smile back. He couldn’t believe how well this was working.

Liz bit her bottom lip before taking the leap and standing up, revealing her naked torso and the pumps whirring away.

“I’ve been having this weird pressure in my chest and it keeps getting worse, this is the only thing that helps anymore and I don’t know whats happening.” The blush had spread halfway down her chest now and she was practically hyperventilating.

“I keep having strange dreams I can barely remember and my birth control pills taste super weird and its like I can hardly think straight…” she was cut off by Frank putting his hand on her bare shoulder and pulling his eyes from her tits to her face.

“Your pills taste weird?” he asked firmly, bringing her back from the panic attack she was on the verge of.

“yeah…” she said with a sniffle. “ for about a month now, if I take one I have this terrible taste in my mouth all day. The dreams started around the same time, so I haven’t taken them much, I hoped it would get better without them but its not.”

“Well step one seems pretty clear.” Said Frank, Liz looked up surprised, it certainly wasn’t clear to her.

“We need to get rid of those pills. It sounds like you’re allergic to something in them.” Liz couldn’t really argue with that logic. “I’ve been taking them since I was 15 though, why now?” she asked confused.

“allergies can crop up later in life or they could have changed an ingredient or something” said Frank, or they may have been microwaved 15 times in a month he thought but didn’t say.

“You have a lot of it built up in your system though and it might take a while to get through this… first though, lets get rid of them, right now. And I don’t want you to worry about using the pumps if its what it takes to help then you can use those whenever you want around the house” with his arm around her shoulders he started walking her toward the stairs.

She thought about grabbing her shirt but they were already past it and she could put on another shirt later.

Upstairs they took her pills into the bathroom and one by one tossed the remaining pills into the toilet. Liz wouldn’t admit it but every splash sent a shiver through her spine.

Frank took her hand and placed it on the handle, it was already done but Frank wanted her to take the last step, even if only symbolic. Liz took a deep breath and pushed the handle down flushing to toilet and watching the pills disappear down the drain.

20 minutes later Liz took off the pumps feeling much better now and went to pick our a new shirt for the walk her amd Frank were going on.