Deny everything!

After a brief moment of internal panic, you calm yourself down enough to respond to Erica's accusation, "Erica, you're getting paranoid. How could I even do something like filling your pussy with cum?"

"I... I don't know," Erica responds, doubt creeping into her voice, "You've just been acting suspicious."

"If I am, it's just because this entire situation is so bizarre," you tell her, a hint of truth in your statement, "I'm still trying to figure out how I should be reacting to all of this."

"I get that," Erica says with a chuckle, "Sorry for getting on your ass about this, Dylan. Just... try to be a bit more sensitive about what I'm going through, okay? I'm still really freaked out by all this."

"Sure, I can do that," you say, not quite believing you managed to talk her down so easily.

"That means no more laughing," she scolds while jabbing her finger at you.

"Can't promise that, but I'll try," you tell her with a small smile.

Erica sighs, "I guess that's the best I can hope for from you."

She squirms in her chair and grimaces slightly, "Damn, it's really not stopping. I feel positively soaked... down there."

"Anything I can do to help?" you ask her.

"Nothing I'd really be comfortable with," she replies, a slight blush creeping over her face, "I just need to get my mind off of it until it either stops or I figure out what to do next."

You give her a 'mmhmm' as you take a sip of coffee and think. You could just spend time talking with Erica, either about random stuff or to suggest to her ideas on how to fix her problem. But now that her immediate suspicions have been quelled for the moment, you're itching to make more changes to her. Preferably something you could actually see the results of more easily than what you've done so far.