Left Door

It felt as if her body dissolved into a mist of nothingness. It was eerie, hovering in mid-air, mind perfectly clear and all-knowing. She was still trying to make sense of her surroundings when she spotted the exact scene pictured in the image just a few feet away and excitedly levitated over there.

Hovering right in front of the busty racer, she suddenly realized that she knew her name and how she got into this awkward situation.

With bated breath, she watched the story unfold.

Soleil was used to addressing problems head-on. Being the first female racer in a century brought its very own challenges and she wouldn't have gotten where she was now without her hard headed stubbornness and uncompromising drive for competition. She was rather famous for those traits by now, only second to her absolutely gigantic breasts that were known through the better part of the galaxy and defied reality in their very own ways.

She had to fight endlessly to get recognized for her talents. It was unusual enough that a woman entered professional sports nowadays, but racing came with a whole other level of toxic masculinity and these race chads that were doubting she could even steer a shopping cart. And her breasts made everything just worse.

She had endured so much, the casual groping, the 'accidental' slaps, the overt requests for a night alone, for sucking cock or a little tit-fuck. Some freaks even asked if she could bind her mammoth breasts for their enjoyment! Of course, she shot them all down, usually with a witty yet stingy response. That was until this place in the top league opened up and…

There was no way she would have gotten on that team without the guy's help. It was a high price to pay, but in the end she hesitantly accepted. But if she won this race, all would be void anyway and she would be off the hook.

Soleil squeezed herself into the modified racer, clad in her protective suit, her monstrous balloons mashed against the controls. Every twist and turn would send shivers down her spine due to the special properties of the suit but she had gotten used to those effects ages ago. But something was different today, something didn't feel right.

As soon as the race started, Soleil felt the material of her suit rip. Her fat knockers suddenly popped out of their tight shell and avalanched outside the cabin. Even the part covering her groin gave way and flew out of her vehicle. Soleil wanted to stop so she could cover her modesty somehow, but she knew that meant losing the race. And losing was one thing she could not afford right now. The creepy guy surely hoped for her demise but Soleil was not gonna let that happen.

And so she ignored her flying boobs and the very intimate feeling down there, where her nether lips met with the seat.

Then something moved. Soleil gasped as a thick object slowly pressed into her sex. The vibrations of her racer were suddenly transmitted right into her neglected pussy and made it very hard for her to focus on anything else.

"That…. ugh… that…ahh… evil bas…. oooohh… b-bastard!" moaned Soleil while she desperately tried to stay on track as the machine continued with its novel love-making.

Soleil shot over the race track, passing by a few slower competitors. But she was far behind what she was usually able to achieve. And it wasn't only the terrible distractions, it was also the additional drag caused by her fat, bouncing knockers.

Suddenly, something crashed into her endless tit-flesh. Soleil screamed in pain as the vehicle tilted and swayed. She was able to stabilize her bike again but had lost precious seconds.

"What the actual fuck was that?" she yelled, her boob hurting like there was no tomorrow.

The vibrator from hell that was driving in and out of her squishy love hole was the worst though. Soleil gritted her teeth and tried to ignore the sensations, but it was no use. Soon again she screamed in ecstasy as another orgasm jolted through her body, causing her to lose focus once again.

She couldn't let that happen!

Soleil tried to get away from the fat dildo but the tight confines of the bike made it simply impossible to escape. Then, she wanted to drag her tits back into the cabin but that, too, failed.

The only path left for her was to go with the flow and hope for the best.

The odd vehicle and its unusual pilot was transmitted in ultra-detailed clarity as a 3D stream throughout the galaxy. Soleil's flying bazongas were soon the most discussed topic in the entire humanoid community and had achieved cult status before the race even ended.

Unfortunately for Soleil, she was way too slow and there was no chance of winning. When staff finally helped the humiliated and still terribly aroused girl out of her bike, the creep was already waiting for her. Soleil screamed a final orgasmic moan as she was pulled off the thick fuck stick that had tormented her during the race and just wanted to collapse on the spot.

"I trust you stand by your word?" he teased as his hungry eyes feasted on her bare breasts and destroyed, sopping sex.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Of course not. But I will continue to sponsor your career if you behave well. Now come, let's enjoy the afterparty before I'll introduce you to your new daily duties. It will be hard for me, too, you know, greeting all those important people, sipping champagne and stuff while all I can think about is to finally be able to play with these fat melons! I have so many … uhm… experiments waiting for you, you'll be blown away!"

Soleil knew only too well what he meant by 'playing' and what sort of 'experiments' he was planning for her. She did not look forward to that experience. A little bit of breast bondage was now the least of her worries.

"They're sore, aren't they?" he grinned as he blatantly groped her hurting, naked pillows for everyone to see.

"Ouch! Yes they….aiiiii…. yes they are "

"Good…. good. Now, anything to drink?"

Suddenly, a gust of wind grabbed Becca and pulled her back through the door.