Good luck with your new life

A ringing phone brings you out of your slumber. Its hard to pull yourself together. Your body is still foreign to you, you've got a nasty headache, and your eyes seem a little stuck together. Eventually you manage to reach your cell phone and answer before it goes to voicemail.

"Tut tut tut," comes the voice from before, freezing you in shock. "You didn't even last the morning before getting pregnant. And I thought giving you 48 hours was going to be a fair challenge. Seems you have a weak spot for those close to you. Anyway, good luck with your new life. Your cravings won't be wearing off any time soon."

There was a click and you snapped out of your trance. Screaming you threw your phone across the room. You paced the floor and wildly ran your hands through your hair, almost tempted enough to rip it all out.

Gwen burst into the room looking panicked, dressed in just a tank top and some panties.

"Are—are you okay?"

Tears threatened to fall and your throat seized up. All you could do is shake your head.

Pulling you into a tight hug Gwen whispered in your ear. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. We'll figure something out. I promise you. I promise."

Slowly you start to calm down. Gwen's words, and the warmth and touch of her body comforted you. But then it started to have a different effect. Soon, Gwen was too warm pressed against you. Your cheeks flushed, nipples hardened, and you felt wet between your legs. Your whole body stiffened.

"What's wrong, Summer?"

"I—I'm—Its happening again," you reply, panting.

Gwen steps away from you, the concern, mixed with a little longing, evident on her face. "I can leave? Or maybe you'll like some toys I've got?"