My God, It's Full of Stars... or Whatever

"Jesus fucking Chriiiiiiiiiiiiiiist --" Mars didn't have time to be cool. The moment she'd stepped within five feet of the TIG she was sucked forward into its gaping maw. As Mars hurtled toward the jaws of infinity she felt her body stretch, distort, like a fucked up print job, stretching across the fabric of reality until it felt like she'd be torn in two.

She zoomed through a stormy chasm, whipping to and fro through neon storm clouds and fleeting images -- like 3D projections of a movie screen -- screaming her lungs out. She clenched her legs tight just in case, determined not to humiliate herself further in front of her handler.

Speaking of, Reese was just fine. She'd totally abandoned any sense of control and was zipping through the TIG, swooping around Mars in wild arcs, hentai-logic nonsense tits and ass flopping wildly. "Wheeeeee!" she cried, holding onto that ridiculous Russian hat, pressing it firmly over her purple bob. She was holding onto her glasses with her other hand -- for some reason it comforted Mars to know that Reese was capable of being inconvenienced.

"This suuuuuuuuuuuuucks!" Mars howled. She'd snapped back to normal -- as normal as she could feel, given that her life had totally gone to whacko shit that morning -- but that was almost worse, because now she was acutely aware of just how inconvenient her prodigious anatomy was when it came to ripping through the threshold of creation. For one, her back kinda hurt. Two, her tits were bouncing so hard they felt like they were going to rip off. And three, she could feel the wind of the TIG whipping through her ass crack, and it felt good, and that bothered her. "I hate youuuuuuuu!"

Reese rolled her eyes. "Oh, stop being such a melvin. It's not that bad." Her ginormous mommy milkers flopped wildly in front of her face, and without a hint of irony she shielded it with her arm, letting her boobs slap against it.

"Not that bad?! Your tits are slapping you in the face!"

"Nuh uh!" Reese replied, sticking out her tongue. "I've got my arm up, see? And besides, we're almost there!" She pulled off her hat and held it in her hand as she pointed toward the mouth of the TIG. It was rapidly widening; Mars's vision was flooded with a milky white light. "Brace yourself, babe!"

"Don't call me ba-- fuck!" Mars slammed into solid earth and the world went dark.