More struggle for a few more days

You bury your face in your hands after sitting down on a seat in the kitchen. You're beggining to get yourself used to, if you can call it that, the way this body operates. Between knowing when you should milk your breasts, how many times you need to go to the bathroom to pee each day and how easily you get exhausted, you find yourself learning an unwanted and unnatural amount of knowledge about the female pregnant body. Unnatural if you were a dude instead of a pregnant teenager that is. A small tingling sensation spreads from your crotch, alerting you of yet another thing you've been slowly getting to be familiar with in your new form.

You sigh in frustration.

Ever since that time you've... opened Pandora's box, you've been feeling increasingly hornier. And just like the first time you've indulged yourself, the couple of other times after that all had a real memory of you screwing some chick before you turned into the girl getting fucked. Like when you were having sex with a nerdy girl in the library only to find yourself sucking a nerd instead. Or that time when you had a chick sit on your lap in the cinema as she did her best to keep her voice down only to then realize that you were bouncing off some dude's cock whilst struggling to keep youself from moaning too loudly. Embarrassing or not, nothing gets you wet like thinking about this supposed 'memories'.

You sigh once again. Either because the word 'stiff' does not apply to you when you get turned on anymore (outside of your lactating nipples that is) or because of the growing sensation between your legs, you're not sure. The doubt wether you should... relieve yourself once again also plagues your mind. On the one hand, the undeniable pleasure that comes from having an orgasm in this body, whilst on the other, having to deal with the shame afterwards as well as these memories that you know to be fake.

But before you're able to come up with an answer, you hear a knock on the door...