Showing off the additions

You arrive back at the apartment, the black bag from Pleasure Palace clutched in your hand. Jen is awake now, sitting up in bed scrolling through her phone. Her auburn hair is delightfully mussed from sleep, and she's wearing only an oversized t-shirt.

"Where'd you sneak off to?" she asks, eyeing the bag with curiosity.

"I had an idea," you reply, emptying your purchases onto the bed between you. The bottles roll across the comforter along with the ovulation test kit and deep depositors.

Jen picks up the bottle labeled 'Maximum Potency' with the bull logo. "Holy shit, Maya. You're really committing to this fantasy, aren't you?"

"The woman at the shop said these increase volume for guys," you explain, tapping the male supplement bottle. "And these," you continue, holding up the fertility boosters, "are supposed to make us more receptive."

"You know they're probably just herbs and placebo effect, right?" Jen says, but there's a gleam in her eye that tells you she's intrigued.

"That's the beauty of it," you reply, moving closer. "It doesn't matter if they work. It's about how it makes us feel thinking they might."

Jen picks up the ovulation kit, examining the packaging. "And this?"

"For tomorrow. We test ourselves right before filming. Show the guys the results."

"Fuck," Jen whispers, her cheeks flushing. "That's actually really hot."

"Want to try these tonight?" you ask, shaking the women's supplement bottle. "Get ourselves primed for tomorrow?"

Jen hesitates only briefly before nodding. "Why not? In for a penny, in for a pound." She takes the bottle from you, shakes out two pills, and swallows them dry. You do the same, washing yours down with water from the bedside glass.

"Now we need some photos for the guys," you suggest, reaching for your phone. "Something to keep them thinking about tomorrow."

Jen stands and strips off her t-shirt in one fluid motion, revealing her naked body. "How about something like this?" She poses with the supplement bottle held provocatively between her breasts.

You snap several photos, directing her to adjust her position slightly each time. "Perfect. Now one with the ovulation kit."

Jen holds up the kit next to her face, giving the camera a wicked smile. You capture it, then hand her the phone so she can photograph you in similar poses.

"What should the caption be?" you ask as you select the best images.

"How about: 'Getting ready for tomorrow. Who wants to put a baby in us?'" Jen suggests, her voice husky.

You type it and hit send to the group chat. Responses flood in almost immediately:

Brett: *Consider me motivated*

DeShawn: *Already saving up for you both*

Alex sends a string of fire emojis followed by: *Can't wait*

"I think we've got them right where we want them," Jen says, setting down the phone and crawling toward you. "Now let's see if these supplements do anything for how sensitive we are..."

She pushes you back against the pillows, her mouth finding yours as her hand slides beneath the waistband of your pants, both of you already anticipating tomorrow's adventures.