Someone who wants to help!

Sam's frustration was shut down in an instant and was quickly replaced by embarrassment at the sight of the mostly unfazed (but mildly surprised) beauty leaning in close from behind his shoulder.

"Oh, sorry." She said, standing up straight with a disappointed frown. "I didn't realize that you were upset about something."

This woman was barely five-feet-tall, had a long and thick mess of dark purple hair brushed to the left and over one eye while the right side was shaved clean off, was wearing matching glossy lipstick painted on her lips, and the only thing she was wearing on her slender frame was a thin light purple nightgown that did nothing to hide her handfuls of D-cup breasts and shapely hips. She was showing plenty of lightly-tanned cleavage, her bubbly thighs were exposed from the middle downward, and judging by the lack of a bulge in the front of her almost see-through gown, Sam could assume that this was one of the few girls in town without a fat cock between her legs.

"Well, I guess I'll be going then..." She said, turning to leave after an awkward five seconds of silence.

"W-Wait!" Sam found herself saying, her flushed face as red as a tomato.

The woman stopped and turned around, giving the young hung bimbo a curious look.

Shit. Now what? Why did Sam stop her from leaving? Was it because she was so calm after her angry reaction, while Sam was internally having a nervous horny breakdown? Was it because she looked like a slutty gothic anime character? Or was it because Sam's new bimbo limbic system didn't want to let such a prime cut of fuckmeat slip through her horny fingers.

Didn't matter. She wanted, needed to say something before this almost normal-looking woman walked away and left her alone in this crazy world.

"Sorry, I-I..." Sam cleared her throat and tried to compose herself. "What did you need?"

The slightest of smirks appeared on the emo's pretty purple lips, and she began towards the bench.

"Well, since you were jacking off all by your lonesome, I came to ask if you wanted some help getting off." She said, sitting down on the bench beside Sam, close enough that the sides their smooth thighs were rubbing up against one another. "I'm Gretchen, by the way."

Sam's heart was racing, but her name caused the young bimbo with a steely foot-long cock standing up between her spread legs to raise an eyebrow. That was a weird name for a such a young beauty, who appeared to be in her mid-twenties or so, and it sounded oddly familiar...

"I-I'm Sam." She said, unsure if she was either excited, nervous, or both. "And, well, I mean... I guess I wouldn't mind a helping hand, if you-"

Sam simply shut up and relaxed back in her seat when Gretchen rolled her eyes and reached out a hand, grabbing her cock with one hand at the base and pressing the side her body into the blonde's.

"I'd be happy to, young lady." She said with a snicker, slowly moving her gentle grip all the way up Sam's angrily twitching shaft. "My, my." Gretchen cooed. "My late husband was a stallion, but you're really putting him to shame right now, dear. I bet he would roll over in his grave if he could see me now."

Her words became more serious as she spoke, more hungry. Sam was barely listening, though. All he was focusing on was this strange woman's moving hand and both sets of mouth-watering cleavage jiggling around in her field of vision. She knew a fountain of cum was seconds away from blasting out of the tip of her massive cock, and judging by the excited look that came across Gretchen's smiling face, she was aware of it as well.

When her second hand reached to help the other, Gretchen's pace increased and her grip tightened. Sam's huge balls tensed up as they bounced and wobbed around from the pulling of skin, and Gretchen leaned in close to whisper something into the young bimbo's ear.

"Cum for me, sweetie."

As if the words were magic, the soft moans mixed in with Sam's mindless panting quickly rose in pitch and turned into a squeal of mind-numbing pleasure. Her cock exploded like a firehouse straight up in the air, coating both ladies with a very thick coat of Sam's pent up load.

If she had actually taken care of herself after waking up, the volume of cum she was pumping out would've been maybe half of what was.

For what seemed like a solid minute, Sam just kept cumming as Gretchen kept stroking. The two found themselves kissing at some point, Sam wasn't sure when, but she was loving it, and the madly giggling Gretchen seemed to be in the same boat. The purple-haired vixen plunged her pierced tongue into Sam's mouth without reservation, all while her hung blonde counterpart ruthlessly squeezed and groped her own huge round tits over her pink top. Sam revelled in their unreal plushness and her giant cock's electrified ejaculation.

As her orgasm began to subside and the blissfully buzzing afterglow of her sexual high began to set it, Sam was glad that she wasn't alone for that rapturous experience, and was thankful for the helping-

"Oh, come on." Gretchen giggled, still working her hands without pause. "I know you've got more in you than that. Keep cumming for me, slut. Don't stop this time."

Sam cried out and thrust her chest forward from the unexpected shock of pleasure rocked her body once again, and her still-erect beast of a cock began wildly twitching again within Gretchen's unyielding double-fisted grip. However, instead of a constant stream of cum, more normal and regular sized globs of white seed began to gush from her tip as fast as her quickly refilling balls were able to produce.

Gretchen's giggling slowed to a stop, and Sam peaked through her hazy vision to see the punk hottie pull away from Sam's shivering and helpless body.

"Well, this isn't as exciting as before. How about we fix that..."

As soon as Gretchen reached into her cleavage as pulled out a horrifically familiar cellular-like device, Sam's big pink eyes went as wide as could be.

The device slid in half, Gretchen's cum-slick thumbs danced around the exposed keyboard, and then, before Sam could think quickly enough through the orgasmic haze to say anything, the barrage of aggressive pleasure intensified as a change to reality was made. In the blink of an eye, the spurts of cum once again became an seamless flow of white seed.

Sam couldn't do anything but moan and tremble when Gretchen stuffed the device back into her cleavage and pounced on her. Their moaning lips met once more as Sam lay on her back on the bench with Gretchen hovering over, mauling the helpless bimbo's big perfect tits as her cock began hotdogging the purple punk's firm butt cheeks from under her, cum still spraying upward like a fountain and drenching everything around them.

Wearing the biggest and fluffiest of red fur coats, a tall milfy futa with yoga-balls for tits was walking her big-bottomed femboy on a leash along the path that happened to pass by the bench, mumbling to herself in annoyance about Sam and Gretchen getting a room. During this brief moment, Sam lost consciousness.

Her finals thoughts were, of course, in the form of a question:

"Why does this lady have Josh's device?"