You suck it up and deal with it!

When you figured out that you weren't going to be able to get yourself off, it was tough. But the thought of having a nice thick cock in you- no! Cock means cum. Cum means pregnant. And pregnant means you're stuck like this!

You run to the shower sans your pants and jump in. You don't even think, you just turn the cold water on full blast and scream as the water hits you. Fuck, that is cold!

You're still horny as fuck but at least you can think straight again. You're dreading when a blast of cold water isn't going to help you anymore though.

You go back to your room, only to quickly run I and find your phone. The smell of your juices is getting to you too quickly for your liking. Thinking fast you remember that Gwen is gone and you can hopefully find some clothes that fit. You waltz into Gwen's room and start going through her drawers. You feel yourself flushing with desire as you continue going throught her clothes.

Almost all of her underwear seems to be the raciest of thongs, some of them were practically just strings. Even though you're alone yo still check around as you pull off your old shirt and sweats. Bare to the world you hold one of the thongs against your new equipment and balk at them, the tiny patch of cloth meant to somehow keep you decent is so low that your clit would peek out! What the hell does Gwen get up to when she wears these things?

Even as you think that though you already start pulling them on, thoughts of presenting yourself, laying face up on a bed for whoever was about to take you hard. You don't even care as you grab a matching brassiere that manages to lift your already gravity defying tits.

The silk fabric feels intense as you drg your hands over your breasts, down and tickling across your stomach, one of your hands brushes over the exposed button of your pussy while the other tracjed back to pinch your nipple--

No!

Shit! You pull your hands away from your body, "God dammit! Fuck that bitch!" you tramp around tthe room to distract yourself, "Fuck them for this! What the hell did I even do?"

You march over to the dresser and pull out the first things you see: A pair of black cutoff yoga pants only going down to the knees, and a tight red t-shirt. Once you get them on, trying very hard to ignore how the pants rub your uncovered clit, you hear your cellphone ring.

You don't even think about it as you unconsciously answer it with a quick "Hello?"

"Well fuck me gently with a baseball bat!" It was the fucker who turned you into a pornstar, the voice is firmly feminine now, "I'm not sure if I'm mad or impressed that yyou haven't left the house yet. I was expecting 'something' to happen by now but... things aren't going quite to plan."

You feel a sense of victory with comment, emboldened, you bite back, "Oh yeah? Well too fucking bad, bitch. I am not going to be somebody's fucktoy for your jollies!"

The line goes quiet for a long second, you feel a bit of dread, that you might have just gone too far, then she speaks, "That so? All right then, 'John,'" she says your name like it isn't true, "I was going to let you keep doing what you're doing, but now... I'm going to give two options. One: You turn on the TinDare app and find someone to shack up with for the rest of my game."

What? "Hey, fuck that-"

"-or option two: I send you a surprise, and we see how you handle 'that' leg of the game," her tone of voice is utterly terrifying.

You feel the dread as your stomach drops, both of those option are pretty fucking shit. TinDare is usually full of dudes looking for a quick fuck or two, so that's shit option there...

...But who - or what - the hell will she send your way if you refuse? Both options feel like the last nail in the coffin... with the nail being a load of cum and the coffin your magically fertile womb...