The moon was shining above the lake like it did the day before. This time however, Michelle didn't sleep through the night. She finally woke up from, once again, the strangest dreams. She was fully awake all of a sudden. "What happened," Michelle thought to herself. She thought back to the day before. "I am glad I don't have that sick feeling anymore," is how Michelle responded to herself in her thoughts. But indeed, the virus had done its job, and now the messed up feelings she had the day before had completely disappeared. "I should head bank to my tent again." Michelle then said. Thus, she at last put the clothes on, as she was still half naked moments before, and left the lake behind her.
Still exhausted because of everything, she didn't want to pack her stuff and leave just yet. She sat down on a log right in front of the ashes of what was once a campfire. She felt hungry, her stomach 'seemed' to agree with it, as it began churning. Michelle remembered she still had food left, which she first refused to eat because appearantly there was no need to. As she bent over to pick up a bag of chips something happened.
Her hands flew to her groin as she felt something shoot out of her sex. She felt something arousing like something running tracks around her panties, but not for long, as this thing retracted back into her shortly after. She touched it through her pants though... Something was there. Not wanting to have that feeling overcome her again, she this time very slowly stripped her bottom, untill she was with only her shirt and underwear on again. The feeling came back the moment she thought about it, bringing back the same horrifying, yet pleasuring feeling. Her right hand slowly moved from her inner thigh towards her vagina, she pulled her panty down a bit, letting some air through, making this rush feel even better. Her right hand was trembling, as it shot out towards her crotch and hit bullseye.
She almost came that moment she touched it, but managed to grab the somehow slippery piece of rope in her hand. She closed her eyes and clutched her teeth as she pulled this slimy tube out even further, surprised with mixed feelings, as it stretched out and gave in with her own movements. It was as if she wanted it to move with her, as if she had control over it. She opened her eyes again, and looked as if she were traumatised. What she had there, clutched with in her right hand's fist, was a red-coloured, slow-moving, tentacle, coming out of her cunt.