The Dangers of Misusing Fertility Drugs

Chapter 1
The Dangers of Misusing Fertility Treatments

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Chapter Description: A man discovers the drawbacks to using certain fertility drugs for their aphrodesiac effects

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The Dangers of Misusing Fertility Drugs

By

Groblek

Jake fingered the bag of pills in his pocket one more time as he and Betty staggered home from the party. Pat and Crystal had finally conceived a child after six years of trying, and they’d wanted to celebrate with their best friends. It had been one heck of a party, and late into the evening, after the girls had gone off to cluck over preparations for the baby, Pat had started boasting about the benefits of the latest treatment. He’d claimed that the drugs that had finally worked for the two of them had also made them hornier than teenagers, and had given him better stamina than he’d ever had. Jake was intrigued enough to press for details, and left the party with a handful of the pills in a Ziploc baggie, as well as website to order more at need.

Finding the baggie again the next morning, he’d nervously told Betty about the pills and was surprised when she just smiled and pulled a pill bottle of her own from her purse. The company’s logo caught Jake’s attention, a stylized swirl of pink and blue lines that suggested a pregnant woman’s breasts and belly without being explicit. At Jake’s questioning stare, his wife shrugged.

"Crystal claimed that she’s had the best sex of her life since she started on these, and I couldn’t resist asking where I could get some, so she gave me one of her bottles. It sounds like she and Pat agree on just how great these are." Betty looked Jake in the eyes and smiled. "Besides, we’ve been talking about trying to start a family of our own for a while now - maybe this is a sign that it’s time."

Jake had been unable to resist the longing look in her eyes, and they took their first pills that morning. By the following day, Jake noticed himself becoming aroused almost without any provocation at all, and Betty was quite willing to provoke him. They both called in to work and took the next week off, hardly leaving the bedroom the entire time. After that first week, they managed to find a balance between their sense of responsibility and new desire that still allowed them both to get to work in the mornings, though Jake was sure he was much less productive than in the past.

Halfway through their fourth month on the drug, Jake began to suspect that something was wrong with his body. It started with the realization that he’d forgotten to shave all weekend, yet his face was still smooth, with no sign of a beard. Over the next two weeks, he began to notice other little signs, a change in muscle tone, subtle shifts in his voice and body, all reminding him of his long-past adolescence. Then Pat and Crystal came to visit for the first time in over a month, and he got his first taste of just how much trouble he was in.

Crystal led the way with her belly, her clothes cut to show off the growing bulge of her pregnancy. Following her inside appeared to be a small child, no more than five years old.

"Hi, Crystal! You’re looking good!" Betty had said, giving her friend a big hug. "Where’s Pat, and who’s the kid?"

"That’d be me, I’m afraid." The child said in a high-pitched parody of Pat’s voice. When Jake and Betty turned to stare, he had shrugged. "I guess that drug’s got a few side effects, but really, I feel fine! I’ve got more energy than ever!"

The visit was awkward, as they tried to act normally with their friends, but Pat’s attention span seemed to have grown dramatically shorter than before, and they finally just left him in front of the TV while they talked. Crystal positively glowed with her pregnancy, and oddly didn’t seem to mind her husband’s diminished state, carrying on conversation as though everything was normal. She did seem to have sex on the mind, and gave some frank reviews of vibrators that made Jake and Betty blush. Eventually, Jake excused himself for a while, letting the two women chat while he retreated to his study and tried to forget Pat’s current state.

After the couple had left, Crystal bundling a sleeping Pat into a child’s seat in her van, Jake tossed their latest bottle of pills in the trash.

"That’s enough of those for me, I don’t really want to be a kid again." He said, holding Betty close.

He worried when she pulled away to fish them back out of the trash, but let himself be soothed when she explained. "I agree, you should lay off these for a while - I still want you old enough to fuck. But I’m still not pregnant yet, and I’m not ready to give up on this - they don’t seem to have hurt Crystal any." She shot him a smoldering look. “Besides, you like me like this, don’t you?”

Jake nodded in agreement, though he remained unsettled about the pills, even after Betty had dragged him off to bed and tried her best to distract him.

Without the pills, Jake found himself unable to keep up with Betty’s raging sexual appetites. He did his best, but after the fourth time he ended up chafed and sore by morning, he went out and bought her several of the vibrators Crystal had been raving about on her last visit. They seemed to help, and he didn’t mind at all watching Betty pleasure herself, but he still missed the energy he’d had on the drugs. She seemed disappointed at his reduced stamina, but Jake was relieved that she didn’t suggest he go back on the pills. He wasn’t sure he’d have been able to keep his resolve if she had pushed the matter.

A month later, Jake spotted Crystal seated on a bench in the mall while he was out shopping. He did a double-take as he realized that she was nursing an infant at her breast, resting the baby on the swell of her large belly. She looked up and waved at Jake, who waved back and quickly turned to walk away, trying to convince himself that the babe she held was someone other than her shrunken husband. He renewed his resolve to stay as far away from the drug as possible.

After two months of no pills or new physical changes, Jake began to think himself safe, until what turned out to be his final coital encounter with Betty. She had been tracking her fertile cycles, and booked a hotel room for them to get away for the long weekend. Their getaway started out wonderfully, with Betty recreating the atmosphere and energy of their wedding night a decade past. They made love passionately all night, then again in the morning before room service came with breakfast. Things began to change Saturday afternoon, after Jake had been tied to the bed in a little light bondage play.

"Mmm, now just one more thing, to make sure you can keep up with me all weekend." Betty said as she straddled Jake, leaning forward to kiss him. He returned the kiss and was shocked to feel his wife push two pills from her mouth into his own. He tried to pull away in shock, but she held the kiss until the pills began to dissolve, flooding his system with the drug. His arousal grew, and Betty responded by moving atop him, driving away the worry with lust and pleasure.

The next day passed in a haze of lust and sex. Jake wasn’t sure if Betty slipped him any more pills, but didn’t really care as he lost himself in the sex, barely noticing his body growing stranger and stranger to him as the hours passed. Still, all good things eventually end, and Sunday night, he collapsed exhausted into a dreamless sleep in Betty’s arms.

Monday morning, Jake awoke into a new, larger world. The hotel room seemed enormous, and he fought for a moment to get out of the tangled sheets.

Betty stepped out of the shower, naked but for the towel around her head and looked down at her shrunken husband. “I guess the fun’s almost over.”

Jake struggled to where he could see himself in the mirror that took up one wall of the hotel and gasped in shock. He was the size of a very young child, maybe two or three years old. “What the hell? I can’t go out like this! I’m a fucking kid! Damn it Betty, what were you thinking giving me those pills again?!”

“Now, dear, that’s hardly the sort of language you should be using at your age. Still, you’re right, this is an inconvenient age for you to be.” She moved quickly to the counter, grabbing a bottle and taking two pills from inside, quickly swallowing one herself.

Jake clamped his mouth shut as his wife came near with one more of the damned pills. To his horror, she didn’t even try and open his mouth, she just picked him up and pushed the pill deep in his anus, letting the pill dissolve inside him as a suppository. He felt himself tingle one more time as she held him to her chest, and in the mirror he watched even the few years left to him slip away.

His mouth tingled, and his teeth melted back into his jaw as his body shrank and reformed in Betty’s arms. Jake watched in horror as he regained his baby fat and lost what little muscle tone remained to him. Her breasts grew hot against his face, and she shifted his position as she sat down on the bed, pressing her nipple against his lips. After only a moment’s resistance, Jake gave in and began to suckle from his wife as the tingling in his body subsided once more.

To his surprise, his suckling was rewarded with a jet of warm milk and a moan of pleasure from Betty. Old instincts took over, and he sucked and sucked, until he’d reduced the flow from both her breasts to a mere dribble. He looked again in the mirror and saw a newborn babe looking back at himself, cradled against Betty’s chest with one arm as she brought herself to orgasm with the other hand.

She reached into a jar on the bedside and began to rub some kind of ointment into his tiny penis, arousing him to a miniature erection.

“You know, baby, Crystal told me last week that she’s going to have twins. Quite a surprise to the doctor, who expected to notice before she hit 36 weeks along.”

“Huh?” Jake gasped through shrunken vocal cords, puzzled by the change in topic.

Betty lay back on the bed, letting gravity hold Jake in place as she continued to rub, caressing her own crotch with her free hand as she started her way to yet another orgasm. “Crystal already knew, of course, though she didn’t tell that to the doctor. He wouldn’t understand that he hadn’t missed anything at the last appointment, since Pat hadn’t his final dose of the drug yet.”

Freezing in confusion and fear as his mind struggled to process her meaning, Jake looked out from between Betty’s massive breasts. The jar his towering lover had used to lubricate his tiny erection sat right in view, bearing a very familiar, fertile logo. "What? Wait, no more, I can’t take any more!”

She continued to stroke his shrunken cock and balls with one hand as she lifted him from her chest with the other, lowering him between her thighs, her left hand then returning between her own legs to stoke her own impending orgasm.

"Too late, baby, You’re at the point of no return, and So... Ahhh! Am... I!"

She moaned in orgasm, driving her fingers deep within herself and giving him a final stroke to bring him over the edge with her. As he shuddered his own final orgasm, she drove her snatch down against his tiny form, labia parted to press her inner depths against his belly. His body tingled with the change and something gushed between them besides Betty’s own juices. She pulled him away from her again, spreading her things wide to reveal a cord running from her depths to his navel, pulsing as the drug stripped away the days, hours, and finally minutes of age left to him. With one hand still stroking her clit, Jake’s lover pressed his ankles together and thrust them through her parted labia into the waiting birth canal beyond her inner gates.

Jake tried to struggle, to speak, anything to stop what was coming, but Betty’s body spasmed in another orgasm and he slipped farther inside her, confined now from the waist down. Her juices gushed around him, covering him with the musky scent of her arousal. The familiar taste of his wife’s sex filled Jake’s mouth as the sticky mess covering him solidified to form his new caul, his vision blurring as the membrane began to separate him from the outside world. He could barely make out the outline of Betty’s hand against the light as it came down to cover his head and shoulders, then she was pushing, thrusting him still deeper. His hands and chest passed into his wife and his chin came to rest against her rough pubic hair, irritating his skin even though the caul that surrounded him.

She paused here for a minute, then two, panting with exertion, and Jake hoped wildly for Betty to come to her senses. Then she took a deep breath and pushed again, squeezing her vaginal muscles in time with the thrust to pull him inward, pulling and pushing until her hand slipped away as Jake’s head passed fully into her body. Her labia fell closed, dimming the light behind him as her inner muscles dragged him upward and inward to his new home within her waiting womb. The world darkened still more as her cervix squeezed closed behind his head, and the caul around him filled with fluid, forming his amniotic sac. Jake’s body tingled more strongly than ever; turning upright and floating higher in Betty’s womb, he regressed to a couple of months away from birth. As his transformation from Betty’s husband to her unborn child completed, the tingles of change finally subsided and mother and child fell into an exhausted slumber.

Inside his new mother’s womb, Jake had trouble keeping track of time as he drifted in and out of consciousness. His world was filled with the loud sounds of Betty’s body going about her business, occasionally punctuated by distorted voices and very rarely, a hand pressing in from the outside. He couldn’t make out the words spoken, but found himself oddly comforted by the reminders that the world outside Betty’s womb still existed.

As time passed, he began to associate the changes to his new world with Betty’s actions in his old one – the way everything slowed down when she slept, the gurglings and rumblings of mealtimes, and especially the way everything sped up and shook when she masturbated. To his dismay, after a time, Jake began to associate one of the outside voices with his new mother’s arousal. He strained angrily to recognize the voice, to understand who had taken his place in the world outside, but the waters of his new home distorted it too much to even make out the gender of the speaker, much less their identity.

Jake’s world began to change, roiling with strange sensations and movements. He felt Betty moving around, shifting constantly, and he began to feel constrained within her. Through the noise and movement, he heard the voice of his usurper speaking in tones meant to soothe. His world shook, and he felt crushed, then there was calm for a time and that same voice, then more shaking and squeezing him tight. This went on and on, battering Jake against Betty’s womb again and again until her cervix finally parted behind his head and he emerged into the blinding light of the outside world.

Soft hands held him and through blurry vision he recognized Crystal’s face as she pulled away Jake’s caul and lifted him to Betty’s chest, umbilical still attached. He rested there a moment, then latched on to her nipple as he sucked down her milk once more. As his vision cleared, he took in the cradle next to the bed and the two tiny infants within. One looked up at him with wise, old eyes and waved. Anger at the women for what they’d done filled Jake and he bit down on Betty’s nipple as hard as he could.

“Ow!” She pulled him away, shocked, and Jake glared at Betty for all he was worth, shaking one tiny fist at her defiantly. He turned his defiance towards Crystal, the usurper in his bed, and saw her reach for something outside his vision. He realized too late how badly he’d erred when he felt a cold cream pressed against his back and she spoke.

“I think this bun needs a bit more time in the oven, love.” Crystal said, picking up Jake and shifting him back down between Betty’s thighs where she’d caught him minutes earlier. Jake could see his still-attached umbilical cord disappear between his wife/mother’s labia on the way back to the womb he’d just escaped.

Jake let out a wail as he realized what Crystal intended, but she ignored him and parted Betty’s gaping labia still more with one hand, spreading some of the same cream she’d used on him to soothe her lover’s overtaxed pussy. Crystal used the other hand to press Jake’s head against and through his mother’s open gates, back into the birth canal from which he’d just emerged. Betty’s muscles squeezed tightly as they grabbed hold, reversing the rhythm that had just birthed Jake and pulling him roughly back inside, the crushing pressure much more painful than the first time. Soon, his world was dark, warm, and wet once more as Betty’s womb took back its escaped prisoner for an extended stay.

Jake took some time to recover from his double passage through the birth canal. He thought he spent more time unconscious than during his last gestation, and he was somehow certain that Betty’s womb was more spacious than it had been the last time. During the waking moments of his second enwombment in Betty, Jake made himself come to terms with Crystal’s new role as Betty’s lover, reliving the memories of years of friendship before the drug changed all their lives. He had to admit to himself that the two women had always cared deeply for each other, and if he had to lose her to someone, Crystal wasn’t a bad choice. Eventually his world grew cramped and unsettled once more and Jake braced himself for the coming birth.

The second time Jake emerged from Betty’s birth canal, he was much more subdued, nursing calmly from his new mother until she’d been emptied and the umbilical cord cut. Crystal cleaned up the mess and joined them in the bed, then to his surprise offered Jake her own nipples as well.

She smiled down at him as he nursed, and against his will, he felt a growing affection for his former friend. “That’s much better. Are you ready to be a good boy for your mommies this time?”

Jake tried to nod, but found his neck muscles too weak, so he just smiled up at Crystal. This appeared to satisfy her; at least enough that he got to stay born anyway. The three of them remained snuggled together in the bed for some time, until a cry of “Mama!” came from the hallway outside.

Crystal pushed herself up and out of the bed, leaving Jake alone with his former wife for a moment. Betty cradled him tenderly in her arms for a while, and Jake felt the last of his resentment drain away in the loving embrace.

Just then, Crystal returned, leading a pair of little girls who toddled on unsteady feet. “Time to meet the rest of your new family, Jacob.” She gestured at the two girls, “Chelsea, Patricia, meet your new baby brother, Jacob.”

The girl on the left gave Jake a shy wave, while her twin, identical except for the knowing look in her eyes, flashed Jake a thumbs-up and a smile. She then led her sister back down the hall to play some more.

Crystal climbed back into the bed to rejoin her wife. “I’m just glad Pat’s able to help keep Chelsea distracted right now.” She murmured to Betty. “Three actual babies under two would be all sorts of crazy.”

“Hey, it’s your fault we’re all here – you’re the one who got us hooked on the pills to begin with.” Betty replied, and Jake had the sense of listening to a well-practiced complaint.

Crystal smiled. “Are you really that sorry about it?”

Betty gave Crystal a quick kiss, and Jake stifled a spike of jealousy, then froze at her next words. “Not really, I suppose. But if you decide to send Jake back again, it’s your turn to be pregnant with him.”

Crystal met Jake’s terrified expression and laughed. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem, love. I think he’ll be good this time – at least as much so as any baby.”

Jake tried again to nod, settling for snuggling close to his new moms and hoping Crystal got the message.

 

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