With her dick still mercilessly throbbing in her pants, Jen called Abby. She answered after a few rings.
“Hello,”
“Hey Abby. Can you come over? I don’t know what to do, and I need your help,” she looked down at the bulge in her pants and bit back a whimper.
“Of course!” They hung up and Jen stared in the mirror. She looked normal, except for her new development. Jen leaned forward too quickly and hit her dick on the countertop. A swirl of pain and pleasure shot through her. She moved her hands down to her erection and rubbed the spot she hit. Her brain filled with pleasureful sensations. It was like touching the static on the tv. Jen let out a moan. Oh god, I better stop, she thought. Her dick was even harder than before. Although it pained her, she stopped rubbing and waddled to the living room. Abby was going to be here any minute, and she needed this erection to go away. Jen closed her eyes and tried to think of anything to turn her off, but nothing worked.
“Damn you,” she said looking down at her stupidly erect dick. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Abby. Jen tucked her boner into her waist band and answered the door. Abby launched into her arms, her soft breasts rubbing against Jens. Jen felt a rush to her groin. She pulled back.
“Jen what’s wrong?”