Annie, a very dumb pregnant young woman who lives in a designated government breeding town, reports to her local monitoring physician, Dr. Olivia Hewitt to undergo a standard orgasmic brain scan assessment to monitor any changes to her mental state as a result of her pregnancy, her eager participation in the town's female training program and her course of Ovifem, a powerful drug increasing her fertility and libido and optimising the health of her pregnancy. Dr. Hewitt welcomes Annie and asks how she's doing, then tells Annie to strip and mount the scanning apparatus facing forward, so that the straps can cradle her belly. Dr. Hewitt connects electrodes to her temples and scalp, then slowly inserts a thick, lubricated probe into Annie's pussy, which begins to vibrate and fuck her to a massive orgasm. As she orgasms, Dr. Hewitt uses the scanning apparatus to capture a snapshot of her brain activity, using the flash of activity from the orgasm to allow the scanner to get a clearer picture of Annie's brain function. She then uses the scanner to chart how Annie's brain is recovering and resetting after the orgasm, which it does slowly, leaving her a bit dazed. Next, she attaches small stimulator heads to Annie's nipples and brings a specialised vibrating head into contact with her clit, then charts her brain activity as she slowly brings Annie up to another huge orgasm while the machine fucks her with the probe. She carefully observes Annie's brain activity, which is quite slow and patchy, indicating low intelligence, and begins charting out areas of concern or areas showing recent changes. When Annie orgasms a second time she takes a second snapshot and compiles it together with the first to form a complete snapshot. She then unstraps Annie from the device and lets her dress, before sitting her down to review the results of the scan. She shows Annie on her screen that she's displaying a pattern of activity typical for women with below average intelligence on Ovifem for their first pregnancy, which shows that she's seeing a gradual drop in her IQ, which probably started before conception, but has sped up due to her pregnancy and frequent sexual activity. She shows Annie patterns on her brain scan that parts of her brain show evidence of changes caused by the Ovifem reacting to frequent, strong orgasms. She walks Annie through the changes month by month, showing when and by how much her intelligence dropped each month, pointing out affected areas of her brain.

Chapter 1: First Pass

The clinic hallway was a pale, quiet green, and Annie’s sneakers squeaked on the polished floor. She hummed a little, one hand resting on the firm curve of her belly. The other clutched the summons slip. Appointment with Dr. Hewitt. Scan Day. A little flutter, not quite nervousness, more like anticipation, buzzed in her chest. She liked Scan Days.

The door to Examination Room Three was propped open. Dr. Hewitt looked up from her tablet and smiled, a warm, crinkling-around-the-eyes smile that made Annie feel instantly safe.

“Annie. Right on time. Come in, sweetheart. How are you feeling today?”

“Good!” Annie said, stepping inside. The room hummed softly, a constant, low sound that vibrated in her teeth. The air was warm and smelled clean, like the wipes they used at the training center, but with a hint of something sugary underneath. Her eyes drifted to the posters on the wall—beautiful women, backs arched, mouths open in obvious ecstasy, their pregnant bellies round and full. Paradox of Pleasure, one caption read. Fertility Neural Pathway. Annie felt a familiar, warm pulse low in her belly. They were so pretty.

“I’m feeling really big,” Annie offered, patting her stomach. “He kicks a lot after I take my Ovifem.”

“That’s an excellent sign,” Dr. Hewitt said, guiding her toward the examination table. It was wide and padded, already radiating a gentle, welcoming heat. “It means your body is perfectly synchronized. Ready for today’s check-up?”

Annie nodded eagerly. She knew the routine. She tugged her loose sundress over her head, folded it neatly on the chair as she’d been taught, and let her underwear fall to her ankles. The air felt nice on her skin. She climbed onto the table, the material so warm it was almost like sinking into a bath. She lay back, the firm support feeling good against her aching lower back.

“Perfect. Just relax for me, Annie.” Dr. Hewitt’s voice was calm and melodic. She wheeled a complex machine closer. It had a screen and a slender, articulated arm tipped with a smooth, polished orb. “We’re going to do the full neural-fertility sync scan today. It doesn’t hurt at all. You know that.”

“I know. It feels good,” Annie said, a smile spreading across her soft face.

“That’s right. It monitors how happy and healthy you and the baby are.” Dr. Hewitt picked up a headset of some kind, a web of silver wires with small, cool nodes. “These are just to listen to your thoughts. Okay?”

“Okay.” Annie held still as Dr. Hewitt fitted the mesh over her dyed red hair, brushing a few strands from her forehead. The nodes touched her temples and scalp with a slight, sticky coldness.

“Comfortable?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Good girl.” Dr. Hewitt moved to the other machine. She squeezed a clear gel onto her fingers. “A little cold,” she warned, her touch clinical and precise as she smoothed the gel between Annie’s legs. Annie stared at the hologram cycling in the corner of the room—a glowing, pulsing uterus, veins lighting up in a rhythmic, mesmerizing pattern. Thrum. Thrum. Thrum. It matched the hum in the room.

There was a soft, mechanical sound. Annie felt a pressure, then a smooth, filled feeling as the probe slid inside her. It wasn’t like the boys. It was… even. Everywhere at once.

“Just breathe, Annie. Let your body accept the sensor. It’s just going to measure your peak responses.”

A low vibration started. Deep. It wasn’t in one spot; it seemed to radiate through her whole pelvis, a buzzing warmth that melted into the heat of the table. She let out a shaky sigh. Her hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk.

“That’s it. Your body knows what to do.” Dr. Hewitt watched the screen, her fingers tapping. “The Ovifem in your system is already responding. See those readings? Beautiful.”

The vibration intensified. Annie’s breath hitched. It was always a surprise, even though she knew what was coming. The good surprise. Like the best part of a song coming on the radio. Her back arched slightly off the table. A sweet, heavy tingling started in her toes, her fingertips, rushing inward.

“Oh,” she whispered.

“You’re doing wonderfully, Annie. Just let it happen. This is what we want. This is you being a perfect participant.”

The sensation built, a wave swelling with nowhere to break. The probe shifted minutely, the angle changing, and the vibration pulsed now, thrum-thrum-thrum, in time with the hologram, with the room, with the kick in her belly. Her mind, which so often felt like a quiet, fuzzy room, suddenly filled with a single, blindingly white static. No thoughts. Just feeling.

Her mouth fell open. A high, thin sound escaped her throat. The wave crashed, and for a long, shuddering moment, there was nothing in the universe but the radiant, convulsing pleasure locking her body rigid. Colors burst behind her closed eyelids. She was floating, dissolving, her mind blissfully, utterly empty.

Slowly, the vibrations gentled to a murmur, then stilled. Annie went limp, boneless against the warm table. A contented, vacant smile graced her lips. Her hazel eyes were dazed, focused on nothing.

Dr. Hewitt made a few notes, the tapping of the stylus loud in the quiet room. She studied the cascading data on the main screen—graph after graph spiking, then plunging into low, steady valleys.

“Excellent. A perfect Peak Synergy event. Just gorgeous, Annie.” Her voice was warm, congratulatory. “Now, we need a secondary waveform for a clear baseline. Just relax. The sensor will re-engage.”

Annie made a soft, agreeing noise in her throat. She was so comfortable. So heavy. So good.

A new, different vibration started. Lighter, faster. A fluttering tease that danced along nerves still singing from the first storm.

Annie’s breath caught again, a shallow gasp. Her already-sensitive body responded instantly, the pleasure rising again, not as a wave but as a swift, inevitable tide. It was easier this time. Her mind offered no resistance, no stray thought to get in the way. It just… happened.

She climaxed again, a shorter, sharper peak that wrung a shuddering moan from her chest. Her toes curled. The straps on the table gleamed, untouched.

As the sensations finally ebbed, leaving her in a pool of warm, buzzing exhaustion, Dr. Hewitt leaned in, her expression kindly. She pointed to the screen, where two jagged, towering peaks were now followed by a flat, calm line.

“See that, Annie? That’s you. That’s your beautiful, cooperative mind giving us exactly what we need to keep you and your baby healthy.”

Annie blinked slowly, trying to make her eyes focus on the lines. They were pretty. Like mountains.

“Now,” Dr. Hewitt said, her tone shifting to gentle instruction. “Let’s talk about what these lovely pictures mean.” She pulled up a different graph, a line that stepped steadily downward over months. “This shows how smart you are. See? It’s been going down, just like it’s supposed to.”

Annie looked. The line did go down. She nodded, a faint sense of pride mixing with her lethargy. She was doing it right.

“When you first got here, you were… well, you were fine. But now,” Dr. Hewitt pointed to the most recent data point, far below a series of dashed thresholds, “you’ve passed some important marks. It means the Ovifem, and your wonderful compliance, is working. Do you understand?”

“I’m… getting dumber?” Annie asked, the words forming slowly in her syrupy mind. She’d heard this in training. It was part of the program. For some women. The good ones.

“Yes. And that’s not a bad thing, Annie. It really isn’t.” Dr. Hewitt’s voice was soothing, factual. “It means you’re perfectly suited for your role. It means you’re happy. You are happy, aren’t you?”

Annie thought about the two crashing pleasures that had just wiped her mind clean. She thought about the baby kicking. She thought about Dr. Hewitt’s nice smile. A broad, genuine smile spread across her face.

“Yeah. I’m really happy.”

“Good. So, this just means some things might be harder. Like reading long books, or complicated jobs. But you don’t need to worry about that. We’ll take care of everything. Your only job is to be happy and healthy right here.” Dr. Hewitt patted her hand. “You’re our success story, Annie.”

The machine beside them gave a soft, preparatory whir. The probe inside Annie adjusted its grip ever so slightly.

“Now, let’s get one more clean reading, just to be sure. Just let go, sweetheart. Almost done.”

Annie sighed, sinking back into the warmth. She obediently let her legs fall open a little wider, a faint, eager shiver running through her. The humming in the room seemed to grow louder, wrapping around her, as a new, deeper pulse began to build between her thighs.