You wake up with dim memories of an erotic dream, that your pussy was being attended to by someone with an incredibly talented tongue.
And then you realize that it’s true. You’re no longer in your sleeping bag, but instead on a bed, and lying in front of you, head between your legs, is someone with long brown hair.
“What’s going on?!” you exclaim.
You feel the tongue withdraw, and the head pops up. “Oh, hey, you’re awake!” she says. “Boy, you went to sleep way too early.”
She definitely sounds like your friend Jennifer, but in terms of looks, it’s more like if Jennifer got crossed with a porn star. Her formerly flat chest now sports a couple of overripe melons; her hips and ass seem obviously larger; her light, freckled skin has gained a dark, even tan; her face has been noticeably altered to enhance her beauty, but then painted with a thick layer of colorful makeup. She had been wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants, same as you, but now she’s dressed in a skimpy black babydoll nightie, tiny lacy panties, and a pair of clear high-heeled shoes with platform soles, the kind a stripper might wear.
Actually, there’s another pair of those shoes on the bed -- which you suddenly realize is at the end of your own legs, which are a lot more tanned and smooth than you remember. Wide awake now, you look down to see that you’re also clad in skimpy lingerie, the thong panties pulled aside. Your breasts may be even bigger than Jennifer’s. You reach up to touch them and are stunned to see that your fingernails, previously a victim of your unfortunate biting habit, are at least half an inch long and perfectly manicured with white tips.
You look up at Jennifer. “What happened? Why do you -- why do I -- why were you --“ You make a vague motion toward your crotch, unable to correctly put into words the question of why Jennifer, who you’d thought was perfectly straight, was eating you out -- and why you felt like you were enjoying it.
“Okay, don’t freak,” says Jennifer. “Wow, you could sleep through an earthquake. We even tried putting your hand in warm water, and you didn’t even pee.”
“Jennifer!” you exclaim. “Get to the point!”
“Turns out Gretchen had brought this spooky-looking book she found in her grandmother’s attic,” Jennifer explains. “It was all in this weird language. Kevin said it was kind of like Latin, but not quite, or maybe he just didn’t know the words yet --“ You give her a glare, so she says, “Anyway, just for fun, we were all kinda reading it aloud, and I guess we read exactly the right passage at the stroke of midnight.” She takes a deep breath, and then says, “A demon appeared.”
“What?!” You shake your head. “And I slept through that?!”
“We were actually down in the basement,” says Jennifer, “while you were still asleep in the TV room, and --“ She looks around, then says, “Well, this house is all different now. And it wasn’t like in horror movies where there was a lot of noise, and smoke, and flame. He just kind of popped into existence, and he was just this guy in a suit, who happened to have horns and fangs and a tail sticking out the back.”
“Okay, you can give me all the details later,” you say with more than a hint of exasperation in your voice. “Just sum it up -- what happened?!”
Jennifer shrugs, and then says with a smile...
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