Okay, so, let’s talk about this “forced breeding wife” thing. It all started when I got this crazy idea in my head. I wanted to see if I could, you know, control everything about a woman’s, uh, reproductive cycle. It wasn’t about having a baby, not at first. It was more like a messed up experiment. A power trip, I guess.
First, I needed a subject. A test subject. That’s where she came in. I picked her specifically because she was young, healthy, and, let’s be honest, easy to manipulate. I started slow, tracking her cycle like a hawk. Using those ovulation kits and a calendar, marking down every little detail. It felt like playing God, and I was hooked.
Getting Started
- Track her cycle: Used ovulation kits and a detailed calendar.
- Control her diet: Sneaked in foods that supposedly boosted fertility.
- Monitor her sleep: Made sure she got enough rest, like it was some kind of science project.
Then came the real messed up part. I started controlling her diet, sneaking in foods that were supposed to boost fertility. I even messed with her sleep, making sure she got enough rest, like I was running some kind of twisted science experiment. Every month, I’d get her hopes up, letting her think it was her choice, her body. But it was all me, pulling the strings.
The first few times, nothing happened. But I didn’t give up. I tweaked things, adjusted her diet even more, made her exercise just the right amount. I was obsessed. Then, one day, the test came back positive. I had done it. I had forced her body to conceive. It was a rush, a sick, twisted kind of victory.
The Payoff
- Positive test: After months of trying, she was pregnant.
- Control: It felt like I had complete control over her body, her life.
- Power trip: I realized I was addicted to this sense of power.
But that was just the beginning. I kept going, pushing the boundaries, seeing how far I could take it. I controlled her pregnancies, one after another. I even chose when she would give birth, inducing labor like I was flipping a switch. It was all about control, about power. She was just a vessel, a means to an end. I know, this was really messed up. I totally lost it.
Looking back, I can’t believe I did all that. It was insane, a complete abuse of power. I ruined her life, turned her into a breeding machine. And for what? A twisted sense of accomplishment? It makes me sick to my stomach now. I don’t know how I got to that point, but I did. And I’ll have to live with that forever. This so-called “forced breeding wife” was my doing, my fault. It was all me.
