Getting used to the changes

Still, it's an incredibly weird thought that you could grow... older? To look more like your mother? If that's at stake, it's almost tempting to avoid sex altogether...

On the other hand, you're just 22 now which is barely older than what you originally were as a man! Nothing about this feels different, really. Just a few minor physical changes that you can easily ignore. However, you were so caught up in yourself that you neglected to look over to your side and see your 'husband' waking up! He stirred, yawned and scratched his hairy chest as he woke up. The ongoing sound of the nearby ocean waves were the only thing to distract you from how surreal the whole experience is. "How long was I out?" He looked over to you before glancing back down at himself and spotting the slippery mixture of sexual juices still clinging to his semi-erect appendage. "And... just what happened while I was sleeping?"

This is not good! Is getting distracted right now really something you can afford? Sure it's true that getting pregnant will no longer make you permanently stuck in this body, but if you understood things correctly, you still can get knocked up and right now you still have the warm leftovers of two loads swirling around inside your vagina! Usually the plan B pill is effective even a while after having sex, which is good to know since the idea that your father's sperm was currently occupying your insides and hunting down the egg within your womb...

... was kind of hot? "Wha- what do you mean?" you finally answer him to tear yourself away from that unexpected thought. You quickly add more to clarify yourself a little further. "I dunno, you were sleeping and dreaming and got on top of me, so... we had sex, I guess." Why the hell would you think that such a risk is hot though? There's nothing remotely hot about getting knocked up! You're barely even old enough to drink ****! "Ah-huh." He looked you over, with the hints of semen still dribbling out of your womanhood. "It's so god damn sexy when you just allow that to happen! So I took you while I slept," he spoke while rolling back onto his side, closer to you. "Filled your little lady with a fresh batch, and you're too embarrassed to admit you enjoyed it? Dear, you're adorable when you're in that baby making mood."

Hold on, that's it, maybe growing older is what's getting you more interested in the pregnancy risk!? Everybody gets more excited about making babies as they grow older, it's the biological clock! Things make a little more sense now, aging isn't just physical... it's also a mental thing! A different way of thinking! Shit, that sure as hell crosses the line completely -- you can't afford getting any older than 22!

Not like your overthinking is getting you anywhere, a large hand wraps around your waist and pulls you closer. It's getting pretty difficult to try and come up with a solution, the entire situation was stressful as heck! "But!" Finally you muster the courage to speak up. "It's way too hot out here in the sun, let's just drive back home for now, yeah?"

"Home?" your husband replied with a quizzical stare. "You mean back to the hotel?"

"Yeah, that." Even going back to a hotel was better than staying out here in the open as naked and **** as you are. Once you're in a more comfortable environment, you can think of a way to avoid sex altogether for the remaining... what was it... 19 hours? While he's busy packing his things, you quickly retrieve your phone again and check your list of contacts. Gwen, Jimmy, Alex... none of them are listed anymore! It's hard to tell how many other things may have changed in this new reality...

... as you put the phone aside, you notice another problem, a very slippery one at that. The sperm was beginning to leak out of you more rapidly now! A few minutes passed, it's probably liquefying by now and oozing out of you in the worst way imaginable! You quickly grab a tissue and hold it down against your tender slit, stemming the flow of cum. It never even occurred to you that women have to deal with this stuff after getting laid! Guys can just roll over and do whatever while women have to clean up the deposit of baby-gravy that had been pumped right down to the far back of their love tunnel. It's even more weird when you think about how it's not just a fluid, but that it's full of millions of living sperm cells that now reside inside your loins. Well, at least a few million of those disgusting things are now soaking into the tissue, so there's that...

"Uh-hum, I can't carry all of this by myself." With an intent glare down at your absent-minded self, your new husband is holding most of the stuff that's been brought to the beach, but there's obviously no way he could carry the blanket as well -- especially not with you still sitting on them. "Of course, of course, yeah..." As you stand back up, you can feel just how shaky and unsteady your legs are after the pounding you received. There's also a distinct soreness right around the opening of your battered cunt... probably to be expected! You were a virgin until a few minutes ago!

Putting the tissue aside, you roll up the blanket and use both hands to carry it... which by itself is easy, except you quickly feel more cum running down the insides of your thighs while walking towards the car! Every person you passed on your way back got an eyeful of how your vagina isn't just for show, no, your husband is putting it to very good use...

At least nobody commented on the clear age difference between you two.

Back at the car, you fortunately find a pair of panties and a summer dress you can wear. Unfortunately, that didn't stop your little lady from drooling more remnants of the sex you had... so the gusset of your underwear quickly began to feel damp, clinging to the lips of your pussy because of the sheer amount of sperm that kept leaking out of you. The drive to the hotel was rather quiet with just some small chat about dinner preferences and if you should go out to a proper restaurant, or eat in.

Of course the first thing you did upon arriving in the hotel room was rushing to the bathroom to take a good warm shower, and using a washcloth to rinse the sticky area between your labia. His spunk had been pestering you long enough. You also make sure to clean the rest of your body thoroughly, something simply kept making you feel... dirty. The shower gel had a nice peach scent to it, which made the entire experience slightly more bearable. When you're done and step out of the shower, your husband takes his turn. It's still weird to try and think of him as your husband instead of your dad -- especially since he's so much older than you! Old enough to be your dad! Yikes! A few minutes prior, the people down by the hotel counter even approached you and asked if you booked a room with a single bed purely by accident, since you look more like you're his daughter than his wife! They couldn't believe that you were indeed going to share a bed! It was awkward as hell to explain that you're really married to him... something that even you still struggle to accept.

As you stand in front of the bathroom mirror, while listening to the sound of your dad -- husband -- taking his shower just a few feet behind you, you're also beginning to notice that the witch apparently hadn't lifted the other downside of the curse. Slowly but surely, you could feel yourself getting horny again. Too much time passed since the last time you came! But it's pretty fucking unlikely that you could rub one out before your new hubbie finished his shower. The new female equipment down there is just way too difficult to use, compared to the alternative of just spreading your legs and allowing someone to pound an orgasm out of that annoying triangle between your legs.

Peeking into the shower stall, you gaze at your husband. "Hey. You know what? I'm kind of horny, do you wanna go for one more round?" Not a very subtle approach by you, but sometimes a lady needs to have fun.

"Again? Didn't we already do it twice at the beach?" That's not the answer you expected... "Yeah? I guess? So one more round then, yeah?" Looking down you can see that his dick was shriveled and small, surely he's able to go again... right? Why isn't he playing along?

"Darling, you know I love you, but the doctor already told you that making a baby can take weeks or months. It's not going to change anything if you are stubborn about it. Just take it easy and it's going to happen eventually. Unless you changed your mind about the doctor's suggestion?" The talk about getting pregnant was putting a dampener on your mood, but you fight through. "Uhh... refresh my memory, what suggestion? How come you are so obsessed with that stuff anyway? What's the big deal about having a baby? Can't we just, you know, have a quickie just for the sake of getting your dick wet? I'm kind of horny here, so let's try and compromise a little." This isn't quite what you expected, aren't guys supposed to be always horny and it's the women who are never in the mood? Right now you can feel your insides itching to get stuffed harder than a Christmas turkey. It's gotta be the stupid curse!

"After being married as long as we have? It feels nice but it's still just sex... the last time you were so horny was during our honeymoon, remember? Things just calm down eventually! Besides, you were the one who insisted on having sex again more frequently for the sake of getting you to conceive. Either way, the doctor said that we could speed up the process by having you take fertility medication. That was his suggestion. After you're pregnant, I can go back to concentrating on work again." Man, adults have some strange problems to struggle with. Why make such a big deal out of something if all you want is some quick in-and-out?

"But how does that help me now?" you ask again. "If you pop a fertility pill, I could use some Viagra. We both get what we want."

Does that really matter to you? In less than a day from now you will be out of this body and it's like nothing ever changed. Taking some weird **** is the least of your problems as long as you can get your arousal back under control, and for that you need his cock. The end justifies the means, and all that. "Sure!"

What follows is that he finishes his shower while you retrieve your mother's purse... or rather your purse and bring it back to the bathroom. Upon finding the Viagra, you simply hand it to him and he takes it without hesitation! Awesome, first step completed. Also in the purse is a small pink package with the image of a woman holding two babies on the cover. Those gotta be your pills... you grab one of them and look closely at it! Pink and unsuspecting. It's crazy to think that small pills like this could have such a big influence on your genitals! In your father's case to cause an erection and in your case... to make your ovaries pop a few more eggs than usual. It's almost humiliating to think about! The medicine your dad takes allows him to have some huge, raging boner and be all manly and shit... while your medicine simply makes it easier for his semen to impregnate your stubborn little vagina... as if that's all you are good for, to be a breeder for his dick!

Well. At least for now you actually have to pretend that's the case. Since apparently that's the only thing he really cares about. Lifting the pill up, you pop it into your mouth and swallow it right down! And as for what comes next...