Day one - Bun in the oven

You knew it was dangerous. You knew that the voice that had turned you both had told you what the outcome would be if Jess managed to plant a load. You knew that your were fertile, and weak, and fuckable. You knew all of that and still you and Jess can only kind of weakly look down where you're both still connected.

Unknown to you, his little new soldiers are marching on. Quickly, unstoppable. Down and down and down they go in the dark until they find your egg like little baby-heat-seeking-missiles. One after the other after the other all go after your egg. Only one will win, but it hardly matters because one winning is already too many.

"Fuck." You say, feeling your face heat up and eyes water. "Fuck! Jess!"

Jess looks bashful but thoughtful. "Probably should go by James or something now, huh?"

You punch him in his shoulder and realize your vision is blurry.

"Aww, shit, babe," Jess says, and it seems like he's finally getting what he just did. "Holy fuck, I just - I - "

The sound of a balloon popping interrupted you as the voice came back, omni-present and with a giggle.

"WOW! That was fast!"

Your heart sinks even further and you start sniffling, trying valiantly not to cry.

"Fuck no!"

"Well, if me coming back to announce it doesn't make it real enough maybe this will!"

And both Jess and John are assaulted with a vision of a kid with Jess' smile and your eyes, cute little dimples, probably three years old.

Holy shit, that's... that's your kid?

As you and Jess - James - come out of your vision, you realize your still connected and at least an hour has passed. His dick is hard again and your pussy is clenching around him.

What a fucking dirty trick, you think with a sniffle as James starts humping into you again.

"Jes-James!" You shout, angry and glaring. "How can you think of going again?"

"You're already pregnant," He throws you a haughty smirk as he manages to slide you over to the side of the sink and onto the wall. Now every thrust is hitting home and gravity is doing half his work. "What -ooohhhhhh- can this - ah - hurt?"

You stare at him and realize you're still wearing boxers.