It's beside the bed! Grab it!

With a silent curse, you throw off the covers and dive towards the edge of the bed. Your hasty plan immediately falls apart as your silky soft thigh glide across each other and the weight jutting from you new, impressive breasts; almost cause you to completely tumble out of bed and onto the floor. Only at the last moment do you manage to throw out a soft, slender hand and stop yourself.

Your phone is just within reach, still laying in the middle of the floor. Or, it WOULD have been if you were still in your own body. Instead, your smooth arms scramble several inches short of the mockingly close device.

“Oh for crying out loud…”

You hiss angrily to yourself and half step/half slide out of the bed and finally wrap your small fingers around your phone. The glossy silver gadget is almost completely swallowed up by your cleavage as you clutch it to your chest; using your free hand to claw your way back onto the mattress and across to the far edge again.

“…pleasepleasepleaseplease…”

The bed creaks beneath your weight and with a sudden shudder you can hear Alex’s sneakers squeak in the hall as he immediately turns to follow the noise.

“Bro? You here, man?”

Panting as softly as you can; you’ve just barely thrown the covers back over your body to hide yourself when you hear your best friend lumber back into the room. The whole room seems to shake slightly with each of his heavy footfalls and the tiniest hint of a shiver runs down your spine as you realize you’d never have noticed that if it weren’t for this curvy, jiggling body you’ve been trapped in.

“Come on, Man… Where the hell are you?!”

There’s irritation creeping into Alex’s tone now and you can hear him typing into his phone again. In the darkness beneath the blankets, you can see your phone light up with an incoming call and in a moment of sheer panic, you realize that at this distance, he’s absolutely hear your phone vibrate unless you muffle it.

You don’t think. You don’t consider. You just DO. With one frantic motion, you yank the phone free of your cleavage and clamp it between your silky smooth thighs; squeezing it as tightly between them as you can to muffle any sound.

“Ooohhh!”

The world blurs around you as your phone begins vibrating. You don’t even realize you’ve let out a gasp till the sound reaches your own ears. The buzzing is marching right up your spine before echoing right back down to the empty void between your suddenly trembling thighs. The heat beneath the covers seems to jump several degrees in an instant and you become painfully aware of your nipples as they press against the inside of the rough sweatshirt material.

After an eternity, you phone mercifully goes still, leaving you panting as quietly as you can. Just as your legs start to release their ****-grip on your phone, however, it buzzes again. And again. And again…