Relieved, you walk out of the tent to see Eric and Adam sitting around the now unlit campfire. You give a quick wave to Adam, but you when you sit down, you give Eric a long, passionate kiss.
“What was that for, babe?” He asks when you pull away.
“I don’t know,” you respond, “I just feel like we haven’t done that in a long time.”
“Well, I’m not complaining,” he shoots back before planting you in another passionate lip-lock. When he pulls back, you see something in his eyes. It’s almost a spark. Unbeknownst to you, he was remembering something. He remembered the flashlight and how it works. When he looks back at you, he grins. It almost seems like a cruel grin, but you figure you only saw that because you were tired. “Well,” he says, “I think it’s time my girlfriend and I had a little private time in the tent.” You grin at him, and you hear Adam chuckle.
“Okay,” Adam says, “just don’t get cum stains on it, I’m borrowing it from my dad, and I don’t wanna have to explain that.” You and Eric smile, and start running for the tent. He gets there much quicker than you do, being an athlete. When you get in, he’s hunched over something you can’t see. You bend down and begin making out with him, beginning to pull your pajama top off, but suddenly, you see a few long pink streaks cross your vision. You freak out, pushing Eric away and looking down at yourself, but you soon realize there was no reason to panic.
Your perky GG cup breasts are still planted firmly on your chest. Your waist is still tiny, and your hips and ass are massive. Fitting these traits perfectly is your perfect bronze tan. Your tramp stamp, proclaiming your status as a “Fuck Doll” is placed perfectly. Your pajamas are the same, a pink latex push-up bra with a matching thong. Then you remember something, your face! You grab a mirror from your bag, but again realize that there was no cause for alarm. Your plump, cocksucking lips were perfect on your face. You had the same high cheekbones, long eyelashes, and heavy, slutty makeup that you always had. Your friends at school, the female ones, always wondered how you could sleep with your makeup on and have it not mess up at all. You took a moment to appreciate your slutty pink lipstick, heavy eyeshadow, and generous helping of bronzer, before checking your hair.
Once again, it’s fine. Your ass-length, wavy platinum blonde hair was fine, pink streaks and all. Smiling, you turn back to Eric. He unzips his fly, letting his 8-inch rock-hard dick out. You stare at it, almost hypnotized by it. You bend over and put your thick lips to work, sucking his cock. Suddenly, another beam of pink flashes across your vision. But, strangely, you totally can’t remember why that would, like, worry you and stuff. Bambi Johnson (you) totes never worried about anything but sex. You like, don’t give a fuck that your iQ was only like, 60 or something. As long as you have like, a big meaty cock in one of your holes, you’re totally fine. Suddenly, Eric yanks you off his cock by your hair. You give him the dumb smile you give to him all the time, before letting your lips drift back to their natural “O” shaped pout. You watched sadly as he put his totes yummy cock back into his pants. It’s like, too bad you can’t be totally fucked all the time. That would like, be the greatest thing ever.
As he walks off, you absentmindedly rub your puffy pussy and massage one of your big boobies. You hear Eric talking to Adam, your other boyfriend, outside. You totes hope that they’re like, talking about fucking you together, cuz’ that would be great. Anyways, you suppose you should get up. Your boyfriends were like, planning a hike or something stupid like that. Well, you could still like, look good doing it and stuff. You lick Eric’s leftover cum off of your plump lips before deciding what to do next.