Accept it, maybe the pills have no effect anyway

After your initial rush of panic fades, you give it another good thought. You're a normal, healthy teenager. What could the pills possibly change? They're meant for couples who have problems conceiving, that's not including you. For all you know, the pills may not even do anything at all.

Frank briefly passes the bathroom doorway. "There's still some breakfast leftover in the kitchen, have some. I'll be off to work, take good care of the house!" Yeah. Right. He closes the door behind himself and you've got the shabby house to yourself, except you've got no idea what to do to pass the time. You eventually grab some cleaning tools from the kitchen and begin cleaning some of the dust and dirt in every room. Enough to make it look less gross. After a while however you begin to notice an unpleasant itch between your legs.

Upon raising your shirt and peeling your undies off, you see a string of your transparent juices connecting to the crotch of your underwear. The strong smell of pussy assaulted your nose, those pills really primed your cunt for fucking. The itch is quickly getting too hard to ignore, so you make your way to the bedroom and begin lazily rubbing your aching slit. You're producing even more wetness as soon as you touch yourself, never before were your lady bits SO responsive. And it felt... good. Like, really good to rub yourself. A sweet moan left you throat as you slid over your sensitive clit.

Your cellphone suddenly begins ringing, and you reluctantly reach over to take the call. "Yeah?"

An unfamiliar, cheerful woman replies. "Oh sweetie, it's so very nice to hear your voice again! It's been a month or so, yes yes?" - "Who is this?"

"Oh of course, your memory is still all messy and out of place. Well anyway, that's alright! It's mostly a... let's say... obligation to inform you anyway! So you don't need to worry!" - "Inform me of what? Lady, I think you've got the wrong number," you try to explain so you could go back to rubbing one out.

"Of course, of course darling! The good news is that you only need to make it until the end of the day, and you will be changed back tomorrow morning. Toodles!" beep

Who the hell was that? 'Make it until tomorrow' she said, but make what? 'Change back'? Yeah, that's a case of dialing the wrong number.

For the next few hours, you continue masturbating until you're sore. The bedroom took on the thick scent of your pussy. You hadn't fingered yourself so much since you were a young teen and first learned how to flick the bean. A wet puddle had formed underneath your crotch, the poor mattress was unable to absorb the sheer amount of fluids. You only get up once in a while to drink another glass of water, not even bothering with clothes anymore considering your whole body was a sweaty mess. When you get back to the bedroom, you notice a text message from Frank. "New project, gonna be late today." That sucks. You could really use a nice dick right now.

You barely even have the willpower to fix yourself some dinner in the evening, and you eat with one hand while keeping the other between your legs. Your pussy was so gooey and rubbery that it was fun to touch and play with even in a non-sexual way. The only downside was that it's wearing you out pretty fast, having so many orgasms and still feeling all needy and horny was drawing every last bit of energy out of you. It was sometime around ten o'clock in the evening when you decide to go to bed, somewhat unhappy that it doesn't seem like you'll get laid that night.

After sleeping for a good amount of time, you get woken up by a strong stretching sensation in your groin! "Holy shit your pussy feels slippery," you hear Frank's familiar voice as he begins rocking his appendage into you. As you slowly open your eyes, you realize you're flat on your belly and that it's completely dark outside. It only takes a few good thrusts before your pussy is drenched in preparation for a harder fuck, and your lover takes full advantage of it. It's almost like he can reach deeper than usual, the blunt tip of his erection repeatedly slammed against your sensitive cervix but it only turned you on even more to know that he was completely claiming your vag.

"Those fertility meds are sweet. Are you ready to get knocked up?" Frank asks while pounding into your slit, and you eagerly begin meeting his thrusts in response. "Yeah! Just do it, it will happen eventually anyway," you add, knowing fully well that it's just a matter of time at this rate. With another shove forward, both of you climax together, your cunt milking his baby stick rapidly while his organ was throbbing against your insides. Waves of sperm get delivered into your body while you happily accept every last drop.

You still weren't done though, when Frank rolled off and onto his back to sleep, you went right down to his crotch to take his flaccid appendage into your mouth for the first time since you two became a thing. Without hesitation, you grabbed the base of his cock to gently stroke it while taking the juicy tip between your lips. Salty taste. You ignored it and continued teasing him with your tongue until he slowly began growing again, much to his own surprise. "What's gotten into you, strawberry? This is awesome!"

As soon as he's hard enough, you climb on top of him and reach down to guide his appendage back into your pleasure slot with a wet squelch. It's the first time that you are on top - but you don't care. You needed his dick. More of it. You begin riding him, alternating between bouncing up and down and letting his erection punch your cervix, and grinding back and forth to rub your clit against his crotch. Your eagerness was enough to push him over the edge again, and he pulsed another wad of spunk into your receptive lady bits while you kept your pussy lips firmly planted around the base of his shaft.

You're satisfied. Falling forward and onto his chest, you keep his appendage inside your body while it softens and plugs your slit up to prevent his eager swimmers from escaping the fertile soil down there. With a last glance towards the clock, you check the time and see there's still a few minutes left to midnight. Plenty of time for a good sleep.