Rina tapped her girlfriend on the shoulder. “I know you’re driving, but…. you HAVE to look at this.”
The three other girls in the car turned to see the bimbo at the side of the road. The word made Rina wince, but it was really the only word appropriate for the woman who stood there. Barely contained by tiny shorts and what might once have been a top, the brunette caught her eye, winking at her. Rina felt a wave of sudden annoyance. “I hate woman like that. What’s she even think she’s doing?”
Behind her Cecilie and Mona muttered under their breath. Neither of them had been as interested in a camping holiday as she and Lor had been… this was probably just proving their concerns right.
Beside her, Lor laughed, eyes on the road again. “You haven’t noticed the worst part yet, Rina.”
Mouth open, a prophetic dread rising within her, Rina looked at the sign next to the bimbo and her pole. “Shit.” This was a campsite. This was their campsite. Her girlfriend left the road, joining the small queue of cars leading off down an increasingly muddy trail into the woods. “So she’s just going to be wandering around while we’re trying to have fun. Great.”
She felt a hand on her knee, and looked round into Lor’s comforting smile. “Don’t worry about her, babe. We’re going to enjoy ourselves whatever happens. Just… ignore her.”
Rina leaned over to plant a kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek. “I know, I know. It’s just… difficult to ignore someone like…. like that.” The girl was sauntering - somehow the manner of her walk couldn’t have been more sexual if she’d been completely naked - over to the car waiting in line just in front of them. Windows rapidly rolled down as she approached, and cheerful male voices leapt out as she leaned on one door to speak to the occupants.
"Oh, ugh, seriously? She’s the greeter?" The girl’s asscheeks hung out from her shorts, wiggling from side-to-side as she chatted in a high voice with the boys in their car.
"It’s a hot day." Lor wriggled her eyebrows at Rina. "If I looked like that, I’d probably be wearing something like that too."
"You do look like that.” Rina blushed as Lor smirked and their friends in the backseat laughed. “You know what I mean.”
There was a knock at the window. Rina jumped, to more laughs, before half-heartedly rolling the window down. A pair of breasts presented themselves to her, closely followed by a well-made-up face with pink lipstick. The bimbo smiled at them all. “Hey. Sorry about the wait. I had to talk to the guys first.”
"I bet you did." The quiet mutter from the backseat made Rina roll her eyes… though they had a point. "Are you here to show us where to park?"
"No." The bimbo’s ever present smile unnerved her. "I’m just here to take orders."
"Orders? For… for food, or something? What do you me-"
"Did I give you permission to speak?"
Rina turned slowly in her seat at the suddenly intruding words. Lor was staring at her, a cool expression on her face. “Lor? I don’t - Ah!” She squeaked as swift as anything her girlfriend’s hand reached out to tweak her nipple through her dress. “Lor, what-“
"Haven’t I taught you better than that?" Rina shrunk away in her seat, her back pressing against the bimbo’s folded arms. Lor was… changing. Her jeans and top had darkened, the material creaking as it shifted into something tighter, shinier. "L-Lor?"
"Lorelai." Again the hand darted out to pinch her nipple, and Rina gasped. Her head shook, looking from one side to the other to try and find some explanation for what was going on. "Cece, what’s-"
As she turned to the backseat, she caught the last glimpse of what had been her friends. Cecilia had been tall, lanky, a little mousy (though she’d never tell her that) with brown hair. Mona had been shorter and frumpy. Now, though, identical redheaded twins giggled at her from the backseat. clothes melting into outfits identical to the bimbo by the window.
Rina moaned suddenly, as she felt fingers on her breast again. Lor smiled at her possessively as she looked back at her girlfriend, but her hands, now also covered by the tight black latex, were on the wheel. Rina looked down. It was a pink-nailed, delicate hand that had thrust itself down her dress, toying with her. The bimbo giggled, arm stretched through the window. “Almost done!”
Rina opened her mouth to respond, to yell, to do something, but the sensations on her breast changed. She watched with a mixture of horror and growing arousal as the white lace her dress had become filled, her boobs swelling rapidly under the bimbo’s increasingly delicious ministrations. She looked over at Lorelai. The zip on her catsuit was slowly being pushed downwards as her girlfriend’s chest expanded into it, her own wicked smile fluttering slightly as thick nipples pushed their way into visibility in the rubber.
She couldn’t look at what was going on behind her.
Moaning softly as the hand withdrew, RIna looked at herself. She wobbled with barely any provocation, the thin white lace dress with nothing underneath barely working to keep her huge tits contained. Her ass wriggled against the seat, nothing between it and the sensitivity of her wide ass.
She felt fingers cup her chin, turn her head, and sweet-tasting lips on her own. For a moment she was lost, drifting among her thoughts.
"Did I give you permission to kiss her?"
Rina reluctantly but hurriedly broke the kiss, turning in her seat. “No, Lorelai.”
"What a bad girl you’re being today." Rina shivered at the words, watching as her mistress’ eyes took in her quivering, jiggling form. "I think you need another lesson." Lorelai, stretched, catsuit creaking, as the growth of her breasts finally stopped with the zipper pushed down to below her navel. "So. I think you’re not going to get to enjoy those boys for a while. The twins can have them-" Giggling erupted from behind Rina. "-and me, if I feel like it. You can watch."
"But!-" Rina shuddered. That was the whole reason they’d come! So she could get a nice thick cock - maybe a few - maybe many - inside her, her mistress was so mean, she couldn’t really think she shouldn’t-
"Rina." Lorelair stared coolly at her. A pair of black-rimmed glasses appeared on her face as her dark hair slipped into a bun.
"I… I hear you, mistress." For the first time Rina noticed the bimbo had left. She peered out the back window, past the redhead twins making out on the backseat, and at the girl leaning on the window of the car behind them. An older woman in the driver’s seat, the years melting off her, was staring down in shock as her breasts split her shirt open, beads of milk appearing on thick nipples; the shock turned to lust as her college-aged daughter in a rapidly developing cheerleader outfit beside her leaned in to start suckling.
The car jerked, and started to move again. Rina looked forward, her eyes kept downcast. Ahead of her, she knew, the car of boys would be looking back at them. Maybe even teasing them. She could imagine tight, bulging jeans, hardness within waiting for her, but she didn’t look up.
After all, they were only here for three days. She couldn’t get punished again.
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