You can't take it any longer. Who cares if you ever change back? Right now you're a voluptuous, nymphomaniacal slut, and you need sex. You rip off your bra and panties, and see a guy walking out the exit. In plain view of everybody at the carnival, you run up to him, wrap your arms around him and scream, "FUCK ME!" He takes one look at you, whips a luckily massive cock and happily obliges. Pushing you down on the ground, he mounts you and pushes himself in and out, both of you panting in rhythm. You scream that you want it faster and deeper, and that's how you get it. Finally, just as you think he's about to rip you in half, he pushes you over the top for your sixth orgasm just as he releases what feels like gallons of cum inside of you. You moan, having gotten exactly what you wanted: a good fucking. Will you get up and do something else, or do you need more?