The truck sailed down the barren highway, the moonlight shining on it in an almost mournful way. Colin looked at the empty seat next to him and sighed, sullen from the loss of the only friendly face he had with him.
'How could I let this happen? Why couldn't I have skipped that shower? I could've helped her....' Colin thought somberly.
And so he sang a rather sad tune:
" Ooon my own again...
Guess I'm going through this on my own again...
Not sure if I'll ever see somebody to call friend...
As for now, I'm on my own again...."
The truck breezed down the highway, the blowing sand whisping in it's wake as Colin hit his second verse:
"On my own again...
I'm feeling so alone again...
Never been this scared since I can't remember when...
And I just wish I weren't alone again..."
The howls on Coyotes in the night acted as a natural crescendo to his verse.
Colin was about to sing another verse when he saw another person standing in the road.
'A bimbo?' Colin thought to himself.
He squinted and saw that it was a woman of a stouter, gurthier build with short cut brunette hair.
Colin jumped out with a smile and greeted this stranger with a "Hi there ma'am, need a lift?"
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That was a huge mistake, the worst he had ever made in his whole life. First, someone knocked him out from behind. Next, he woke up in the desert sand next to a cactus with his truck and weapons nowhere to be found. And then, even after all the crap he went through, he walked back first into a cactus and was now trying to pick needles out of his back.
'If only Amy were here, she could... oh, right...' Colin thought as he remembered Amy's bimbofication. They way her breasts swelled like water balloons, her lips puffing up, and her sounds, her... engine sounds?
Colin turned to face the road, spotting a truck passing through.
"Hey! Wait up!" Colin yelled.
No response.
Colin began to run after the truck, but it was too hot and the truck was too fast, he was losing it!
Suddenly, he spotted an ostrich wearing a saddle.
'Welp, first time for everything.' Colin thought as he pulled the last needle out of his left buttcheek and hopped on, thrashing the reigns to go faster. He soon realized that this ostrich...