He got too curious for his own good.

(Made with the help of Deep Realms Magni 4.0 (Medium) AI)

MEANWHILE OUTSIDE THE BATHROOM

Meanwhile, outside the bathroom door, the real Timmy's eyes widened as he gazed forward, his face inches from the door. He had been frozen in place, his hand raised to knock, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him.

Slowly he moved his arm back, stood still for a scant few moments before then leaning to listen. Vicky’s moans becoming more clearer and louder for him to understand.

He was not sure what is going on, but he had to find out. To find out why she was muttering out Gah’s name and what is going on in that bathroom. So doing something he thought he would never do in a million years, he lowers himself until his eye is level to the keyhole and looks through it.

And what he is seeing and hearing made him freeze on the spot, like a deer caught in the headlights.

BACK INSIDE THE BATHROOM

Vicky's fingers, still poised over her vulva, began to move again, her masturbation growing faster and more frantic as she tried to recapture the fantasy that had been shattered by Timmy's sudden appearance in her mind's eye. Sweat started to bead on her forehead, trickling down her face like tears as she strained to keep her thoughts focused on Gah. But it was no use - her mind kept drifting back to Timmy, his curious eyes and gangly limbs intruding on her fantasy like an unwelcome guest.

Vicky's moans grew louder, the words spilling out of her mouth in a jumbled mix of past and present. "Gah... oh, Gah..." she whispered, her fingers moving in a blur as she strained for release. But as she climbed higher, the memories of the Norwegian supermodel began to falter, replaced by the image of Timmy's curious face, meanwhile unbeknown to her Timmy’s wide eyes are locked onto hers through the keyhole. "Timmy... oh, Timmy..." she gasped, the name slipping out before she could catch it. Her mind recoiled in horror, but her body refused to listen, her fingers moving faster, faster and faster.

Vicky’s mind struggled to reconcile the sudden appearance of Timmy's face in her fantasy. But as she gazed deeper into the image, she began to notice the uncanny resemblance between the 18-year-old Timmy and the 16-year-old Gah. The same baby blue eyes sparkled back at her, the same brown hair messy and unkempt, the same buckteeth that seemed to gleam with mischief. And then, there was the pink colored hat, perched atop Timmy's head at a rakish angle, just as Gah had worn it on their fateful encounter at the amusement park.

Vicky's fingers moved faster still, her breath coming in short sharp gasps as she stared at the image of Timmy's face, his familiar features twisted and distorted by her imagination. Her mind raced, trying to reconcile the fact that the man she had lusted after for years was now the same boy she had tormented as a child.

"Timmy... oh, Timmy..." she moaned, her voice hoarse and strained. Her body trembled, her muscles tensing as she inched closer and closer to the edge.

"Timmy!" Vicky screamed, her voice echoing off the bathroom walls as she reached her climax. Her fingers moved frantically over her pussy, her body quivering in time with the waves of pleasure that washed over her. She leaned back against the cool wall, her eyes half-closed and her mouth open in a silent moan as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

Her mind raced, bouncing between images of Timmy and Gah. She could see their faces, their bodies, their eyes, intermingling and merging together. She couldn't tell them apart anymore, her fantasies mixing and blending together in a kaleidoscope of pleasure.

Vicky began to stir, her breathing slowly returning to normal.