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When you tell Lacey you like her outfit, she appreciates it. But when you tell her that she would look even better in it if she were pregnant, she immediately is repulsed. Of course, that doesn’t stop you. You tell her she’s got a body made for breeding. She’s disgusted, “Who calls it that!?” but she quickly changes her tune when you show her your special device… One flash of light, and her mind becomes putty, an empty slate for you to suggest anything you want. As you reprogram her brain, she begs you to breed her. It’s not long till she’s pregnant and begging for more programming. Pregnant, masturbating through her tight blue leggings, her huge belly hanging, she repeats her mantras. Begging to be your breeding bitch forever. Offering to help you find more women to breed, to help you spread your seed. She embraces her purpose and calls you Master. She’s so happy and grateful that you helped her find her purpose. “Breeding is good for me.” “Breeding is normal and natural.” “Yes, Master, I’m your dumb, broken breeding bitch.” As she continues, her big, swollen pregnant tits are out for you, and her pussy is visibly wet through the pants. She looks so good like this, pregnant, eyes rolled back, begging for breeding in her natural state as your devoted breeding slave.