After a couple hours of hot, bouncy, giggling sex, Krystal and Candy move to the bathroom to freshen up, but had more sex in the shower instead. The whole time, reality has been adapting to the new pair of bubbly bimbos; your home has redecorated itself with a lot more pink, every shelf or table now has at least one dildo ready, and the bedroom closet and drawers and full of provocative lingerie, micro-everythings, and clubware.
Eventually, the couple gained enough composure to clean themselves and get ready to head outside. Candy picks an ensemble including a child sized t-shirt that leave the bottom of her breasts exposed and has "Bimbo" written in pink on it, a jean skirt that practically leaves her shelf-like ass hanging out, and pink flip-flops. Krystal chooses a plunging top that exposes a chasm of cleavage and booty shorts than molds itself to the contours of her pussy, and a pair of double-strap heels along with matching toe and finger rings and necklace that nestles a pendant deep between her boobs.
As Krystal puts the finishing touches to her lipstick in from of the bathroom mirror, she finds a pink camera. Without much thought, she stows it in her purse and heads out to meet Candy who's waiting for her.
"Hey babe, look what I found", Krystal says showing Candy the camera.
"oh wow, that's so cute!" Candy says, seemingly forgetting any previous use of the camera. "lets take some pictures!"
They look around outside and the first person they see is a woman in sneakers, jeans and t-shirt walking a dog, a boxer. Krystal and Candy quickly prance over and crowd the woman, "ohhh! cute doggy! Can we take your pictures?" The woman, having suddenly and unexpectedly been approached by a pair of the most ridiculous looking girls she's ever seen in person, stumbles over her words and hardly has time to react before Krystal already lined up the view finder and snapped a picture of her with her dog.
The camera spits out a Polaroid. Candy and Krystal eagerly watch the photo resolve when it reveals a totally different picture than expected. The person in the photo is a total plastic bimbo, volleyball tits encased in a hot pink blouse, matching pink skirt outlining a basketball like bubble butt, stiletto heals and pink nail polish princess and a choker that says "princess" on it. Her face is permanently puckered with her over inflated lips that dominate her small nose, and has a permanent look of surprise with her large eye.
When they lower the picture, they find the selfsame bimbo standing before them where the dog walker once was. "Awww, you like Fifi?" the bimbo princess says while bending over at the waist and picks up her Pomeranian. "That's so nice! I'm Bambi. We should go shopping together."