Racecar is Racecar Backwards

Story 1: Racecar is racecar backwards (Original Story)

When her habitual driving session ends with her ride spilling oil on the racetrack, professional driving legend (at barely 21!) Maria is forced to take a break and socialize. Perhaps this will be an opportunity for her to remember that there are things that are just as enjoyable as racing!

Contains: futa on female, massive dongs, shortstacks getting cumflated, massive MASSIVE dongs, copious amounts of cum being thrown about and some light BDSM.

It must have been an eternity since Maria felt so hot. Between the sun beating down on the sheet metal roof of the warehouse and the utter lack of things to do, it was all too easy to let yourself go into a pleasant haze of slumber. Or it would have been had she not been infuriated at the idea of lounging around while her opponents partied, nevermind the heat.

But her car, her precious beauty, her lovingly decorated purring speedster... was currently lying gutted in a pool of oil since someone had messed with it. Sabotage? Incompetence? Both?

Maybe. Who knew. All that mattered was that she was stuck with her dick out, having to wait until the crew that was assigned here could FINALLY bring back some oil and start diagnosing the poor baby. She glanced at her grimy hands, covered in black marks, the result of trying to fix the poor car herself; she wasn't some incompetent dipshit who refused to work on her own car, like some. Then a similar glance at her coveralls, also filthy. With the heat, she was only wearing the strict minimum and that certainly wasn't enough to cover her curves, not to mention the thick bulge running down her pant leg.

Grizby oftentimes joked that they didn't need to add padding to the car since she brought her own anyway but he had no room to talk given how often she'd seen him sneaking glances at her hips when she walked past. It was a long story how she'd ended the lone human driver - or lone human for that matter - on the all goblin Juksal Motors Team which made the contrast between the statuesque driver and her diminutive helpers all the more visible.

It was quite the image after all: she was tall for a woman, toned and muscled though it would be difficult to see underneath the plush padding she'd accumulated over the years and never quite managed to trim out. She had to keep her dark curly hair in an elaborate braid to avoid it covering her severe hazel eyes when she drove or dipping in the muck-covered ground when she worked yet that never proved enough and she often had to spend an eternity washing it.

Speaking of washing, the urge was there to doff her overalls and go clean herself but she just knew that the moment she'd do that the crew would arrive. And then she'd have to cut her shower short. Her thin lips curled in a pout - always red despite the lack of lipstick - and she looked back again at her clothes. Or clothe, more precisely, the coverall was a single piece of ragged blue jean that had more holes than she could count and almost left her tits out, only keeping her decent because the straps covered her nipples. She knew the whole team had bets on when she'd have her next nip-slip but so far she'd managed to keep the dusky protrusions from ever being too visible.

She glanced down at the other part which usually drew looks, her genitalia not much of a secret given the great bulge it made; again the holes didn't help. One could peek through each and every one of them to see a pale member that was as thick as it was long, a chode as she'd once heard it called by a particularly unsubtle crewmate who thought he was being discreet. She didn't know what the running tally was for when that particular beast would explode out of the strained jeans but she wouldn't mind a cut of the pot, maybe then she'd be able to afford new clothes.

Technically, she already was able to but all of her money pretty much always went into overhauling the car, keeping it at the absolute best of its form. She knew she was an oddity in that regard, most champions preferring to lavishly share their wealths at the speakeasies around town but then again, how many of them had as many trophies as her? She was barely twenty-one and yet put all the other racers to shame with a veritable wall of trophies... maybe another place she could invest money into before the whole thing came crashing down from the sheer weight of the metal on display.

She sighed and almost ran a hand through her hair before she remembered how dirty her fingers were. The morning had started well too, she'd arrived at 6 AM and started her training - alone, as she preferred it - before the weather got too hot. Her training regimen was intense, explaining in part her rather sculpted figure, but even then she hadn't followed with a shower, so eager she was to do a few laps on the asphalt for training. By the end of it, she knew she would have been just as sweaty if not more than when she'd started... or she would have if the damn car hadn't made one of the worst sounds she'd ever heard on the third lap. She'd barely managed to coast to the garage while praying her engine wouldn't blow up and had then spent a good part of the morning trying to fix the issue.

Then it had become clear that she wasn't going to do it all by herself. She was getting rather hungry so she'd finally given up and given Grizby a quick call. After he spent like ten minutes chewing her out for doing everything alone, and for the time it would take to assemble the team on a holiday - which did partly explain why she was doing everything alone - she'd settled in to wait for the cavalry to arrive and save her bacon... and bring her some to eat too.

But now she was stuck waiting. People often joked that every race must have felt like an eternity at the wheel of a car but truthfully she disagreed. Every dune she leapt off, every canyon she dove into, it all felt like a dream, like a blissful haze of potent adrenaline and pure excitement. It was as short as it was impactful and she knew the very moment that she put a foot out of her car that she wanted, no, needed to go back in as soon as possible. She bit her lip and let her gaze wander into the aether, her thoughts wandering to the purr of her car, to each and every bump on the track, to the smoldering heat inside the open cockpit and the whipping winds on her exposed skin. It felt so transcendent, so intense and powerful.

She couldn't resist letting out a small gasp and peered down to see her member stiffening, the poor jeans tenting in a desperate attempt to smother the waking behemoth. Given how threadbare the fabric was, she had to guess it could only survive a few more days before something gave up. Eh, she'd figure something out, it wasn't like she usually cared about other people's attention on her. Her love was all focused on cars, figuratively and literally. Normally she would have climbed in her baby, turned the engine on and... let out some steam but that plan was a bust for obvious reasons and she didn't feel like greeting the team with a stiffy.

Last time she'd done that, the crew's efficiency had dramatically dropped the next few days and she certainly couldn't afford that with the car down for the count.

No, it looked like it was indeed shower time whether she liked it or not.

For all the warehouse was obviously devised with goblins in mind, they had thankfully sprung for a state of the art showering facility with plenty of space, at least horizontally. Though the builder hadn't gone as far as to include individual stalls for each person, there was still one purpose made for her which was certainly the most practical choice in her opinion if it meant she had more room to maneuver. Given how in a hurry she was though, she quickly decided to still take the first shower available and, before long, was unwinding her hair as well as stripping off. Though the clothes went quick enough, her hair however took quite some time to carefully unbraid before it fell almost to her knees.

In fact, she'd just finished unwinding it all down when a quiet rumble caught her ear. Fuck. Maria looked at the length of hair in her hand - all of it still relatively clean - and decided she could put off the shower. Back on went her clothes - it was a pain not to yank on anything with the coveralls' zipper but she managed - but her hair was left as-is, probably to be left like that until she finally stopped training for the day.

She exited the room just in time to see three vehicles coming to a stop near the hangar doors. First was the repair truck, a small but agile pickup that could theoretically follow her own car wherever it went, though obviously at a fraction of the speed but carrying an actual truckload of tools. While its use would probably be marginal, given the already extensive collection of tools in the warehouse, none could fault Grizby for being careful.

Then from a secondary truck, all the workers jumped off one by one. Maria winced and thought of the many times that Grizby had to remind his workers to be careful and not hurry stupid things like that. After all, a twisted ankle - or worse! - was always possible when you weren't paying attention. Sure enough, she spotted her boss exiting his own car to lambast the poor employees before turning and heading her way.

For all a scowl was plastered on the goblin's face, Maria knew him enough to know that he was still happy to see her. He was like that with all the people he cared about...

Once upon a time when they were younger, they'd probably spend their entire day together, or at least not too far, her driving and him heading the engineers. But as Maria's prowess had flourished and the enterprise around her similarly grew, Grizby now spent the majority of his time being driven from meeting to meeting and had become the de facto CEO of this whole enterprise.

As such, any opportunity to sit down and spend some time with her was a good one in his opinion, not that you'd know just by talking to him. She eyed him moving her way and pretended not to see ever as he stopped in front of her.

"Look at this fuckin' mess! I leave you alone for a minute and boom, everything just goes to shit!" He passed a hand through his coarse hair and sighed. Impressively for his age, Maria could already spot a few gray strands though she couldn't tell whether that was from the stress of leading the company or the truly prodigious quantity of lezzen leaf he smoked on a daily basis. Already he'd gotten a cigar out in the time it took her to blink and was busy lighting it up though he was at least considerate enough not to blow the smoke in her face.

"A thousand apologies, Grizby dearest. Had I known that it would cause you such suffering to be in my presence, I would have waited for your next work trip to wreck the car, not that I don't enjoy tormenting you." icily countered Maria. "When you finally croak, you better believe I'm getting my hand on your shares of the company!" she finished with a hiss.

"Bah, you're more likely to get yourself killed in a wreck! And forget my shares: if you try to touch them I'll cut your brakes myself! Then you'll have a good reason to destroy this work of art you keep despoiling!" he barked back.

They both held their stare for a second before they exploded into laughter. It wasn't always easy making time for each other so they tried to make the most of it when they could.

Though Grizby was far older than her at a respectable thirty-four, he'd always been something of a big brother of sorts, in spirit if not in size. Always of great counsel, he'd never admit to being part of the reason why Juksal Motor Teams was so successful but Maria recognized it as did all the other employees.

"Anyway, what brings you here? You probably could have left this to the crew, they know what to do."

"Bah, just say if you don't wanna see me. Jokes aside, I have someone I think you should meet. She's, well..." he let his sentence trail off.

Maria blinked, Grizby was being unusually sheepish. Had he finally met someone? Oh god, was he getting married soon?!

"You know how my old man moved to the Principality of Salom to dodge the tax collectors, like a year or two before we met?"

Uh. That wasn't the direction Maria thought this conversation was going to go.

"Yeees? You didn't talk much about it, which I can understand but your mom is... well she's more expressive about this."

They both winced, no doubt remembering the endless tirades the fierce lady could go on regarding her "no-good-lazy-layabout husband". But for all that Maria hadn't pried into the situation because, as much as she was "family", she didn't really have anything she could bring to the conversation.

"Well, turns out he remarried there and... long story short, I guess I have a new sister?"

What.

"What do you mean you have a new sister? What does that even mean?!"

"Shut up, I'm getting to it! When he moved there, he got remarried and had another kid, a hobgoblin... And then he divorced again." He sighed. Maria could hear innumerable years of stress and irritation behind that simple sigh.

"Are you serious?"

"Dead serious. So since we didn't have any link to each other, we just kinda never knew the other existed. Except that dipshit decided it would be a fun idea to try and publish a book on how hard it was to raise a winner like me, obviously without informing either of his former families."

"Oh wow, that IS scummy." Maria wondered how long it took for Grizby to come to terms with that. It had been almost two months since they'd last seen each other but he looked pretty at peace with everything, if a bit harried by the news which she could very much understand.

"You bet. I sued him for all he's worth - which normally shouldn't be a problem given the veritable army of lawyers we need to have on retainer, what with the races - but that fucking... he just keeps giving them the runaround. I bet he'll probably move to yet another country and try to lay low."

"I... see." Maria ran a hand over her neck, cringing at the amount of dirt that came back. Ugh, if only she'd been able to take that damn shower. Then she got a dreadful feeling.

"Say, Grizby, why are you mentioning this right now?"

"Ah, finally caught on, have you?" His smile took on a decidedly shark-like quality. "Good thing your reflexes are sharper on the racetrack."

She waved at him to cut the bullshit and he obliged.

"I guess the best thing my deadbeat loser of a dad gave us was his fine taste in entertainment, for that I can't fault him. And Ziggy - my sister's name FYI - is probably the biggest fan of racing in the Principality. Well, she likes racing..." His smile broadened. "But you she adores."

Maria blinked. It all made sense now that he hadn't notified her he would be passing by with the crew, how he'd stayed so quiet about what he'd done on his latest work trip!

"Holy shit, she's here, right now?"

"Yup. I offered to have her visit the racetrack tomorrow but since you had the bright idea to wreck your ride well I figured we might as well come by."

"You bastard, I haven't even taken a shower and you want me to meet your sister? Like this?! I haaaate you!" Maria pinched her brow and swore under her breath.

"Save it for later, you wouldn't want to disappoint her by running away now, right?" He chuckled. "Besides, I doubt you'll need to do anything beyond just being yourself to have her fangirl over you, she just about spent the entire flight talking my ear off about how she looooooved you to bits."

"And now she's here." Maria flatly stated. "Waiting for her... dazzling, sparkling heroine, who is currently covered in grit and oil."

"Well, she's still in the car though she might... Yup, here she goes."

"Did I mention that I hate you?"

"Hmmmmmmmmmm... yeah. Say hello to your biggest fan!" he cheerily answered.

In that instant, Maria wanted to throttle the smug bastard but she was soon forced to focus her attention on the newcomer. And for her first impression, Grizby's sister sure proved eye-catching.

Ziggy's skin was grayer than any goblin Maria had ever seen before and she was marginally taller as well, especially counting her neon red poofy pigtails, which contrasted pleasantly with the rest of her hair left its original raven black. What truly drew the champion's attention though was how mind bogglingly thick and voluptuous the hob was, the bombshell's curves easily eclipsing her own. Clad in just an overstretched black tube top which looked about to burst atop a mesh shirt, and a comically undersized tartan miniskirt the hobgoblin looked downright whorish but Maria couldn't really fault her given the sweltering weather. What was perhaps harder to justify in this heat were the knee-high leather boots, elbow-length fingerless gloves and that velvet choker on her neck.

She was somehow quite innocent looking still, her bubbly expression stuck in a mix of awe and naive admiration which made for quite the combination.

The cutie was almost vibrating in place as she looked all around in awe, her massive tits and ass jiggling around like someone was lovingly motorboating them. With trembling hands the hob nudged her rounded sunglasses up, revealing golden eyes like carved amber, if carved amber could look like it was about to cry on command. The moment she spotted Maria, her gaze lit and she raced forward to meet her idol, her head still swiveling all the while in a desperate attempt to capture as much of the warehouse and her personal hero at the same time. She failed terribly but it was still endearing to watch and Maria couldn't resist a chuckle.

She leaned slightly and held her hand forward which the goblin enthusiastically shook. Oh crap, she'd forgotten about the -

As content as she seemed to be to ignore Maria's general dirtiness, Ziggy treated the greasy mark now adorning her palm like a touch from god, looking at it with unbelieving eyes before looking back at the sheepish champion.

"Hello there Ziggy, your brother told me you're as interested as me you are in the racetrack?"

"Of course I'm interested in you! Uh, about you? Well, you know what I mean, it's so cool meeting you live! I must have seen, like, all your races!" She giggled almost madly, nerves fraught with tension. "OMG, OMG OMG, this is sooo cool! You were like training or something like that?!"

"To hear you speak, you must be more of a fan of me than Griz is and he is literally my boss!" awkwardly chuckled Maria.

"Nah, I couldn't say that! But... yeah, uh, I watched the races everytime I heard you would participate. It's... it's just not the same without you."

Ziggy noticed her brother smirking at her through her blush and couldn't resist poking her tongue at him - which Maria noted looked awfully long - and giving him a fake glower. He answered with a self-satisfied shrug and bade them farewell before he directed his attention back to the crew. For all he was more adept at mingling than Maria was, it was obvious he was taking the opportunity to foist his sister on her.

And normally the champion would definitely have minded but it was clear that Ziggy's interest was not only focused on her but also the racing universe, which was a pleasant change of pace from the usual sycophants the driver had to force herself to make conversation with. Her enthusiasm was just so pure and earnest!

"Listen, I can say you want to talk about a lot of things but it is almost midday and I have not had anything to eat since waking up... Now, if I know your brother, he'll have-"

Maria wasn't even done waving her open hand that a worker all but teleported to hand her an absolutely colossal kebab sandwich, mounds of meat and sauce barely held together in bread from that one place he knew she loved. What a great guy that Grizby; her boss but still so attentive to the needs of his underlings!

With her lunch at the ready, Maria didn't waste any time and immediately began to devour it, though she still managed to indicate with a nod the lounge's direction to Ziggy so they could get seated.

The pink-haired girl's excitement was so genuine that it was hard to fault her for it, Maria certainly wasn't about to. She hadn't even commented on the fact that the harried driver had started eating without first cleaning her hands!

Instead, they made their way to the lounge while Ziggy peppered her with questions, both about her races as well as the vehicle's specs, nevermind that the champion had her mouth full of juicy meat.

Situated directly above the offices and with a sweeping view of the workfloor, the lounge wasn't any more silent than the rest, especially with the workers working on the car but it was marginally more comfortable than the rest of the warehouse. Some enterprising bloke had managed to have furniture hauled up there which, while threadbare, was nonetheless functional. It certainly was worth it seeing the look on the sponsors' faces when they came by to discuss contracts, the barely concealed outrage at having to suffer such "terrible conditions". Yet Juksal Motors Team kept delivering results and so people kept coming up there to be disappointed by the accommodations.

Ziggy clearly didn't care however, having finally discovered her own personal Mecca. For a while she simply stood there, looking at everything with the most delighted look on her face before she realized her idol had sat down. Indeed, Maria leaned back on the couch, spreading like a starfish and stretching her wound-up limbs before letting them flop back again on the soft fabric. In front of her, Ziggy had for her part chosen a plush armchair and had managed to ensconce herself into it though it pleasantly squished her curves.

From there, she had a prime view of her idol messily devouring a sandwich that must have been a third of her height. It normally would have looked quite goulish but Maria made it work, it helped that she was gorgeous in a rough-and-tumble handsome kind of way. Ziggy noticed the almost feral way with which the driver tore into her meal with gusto, drops of white gooey sauce falling onto her very open cleavage; truly this wasn't a woman who did anything halfway.

The hobgoblin remembered all the races she'd seen Maria participate in, all the trophies she'd seen the champion win and drew the conclusion that it really wasn't anything like seeing her in the flesh.

No, the hunger with which she did anything was evidently the same as the one that drove her to compete and never was that more visible than now.

For her part, Maria was in heaven. While she obviously loved racing, playing hard was as much a part of her as working hard was, and she would have preferred to die if she hadn't been able to eat her food. It was obvious to those who spent more than a few minutes in her company what the source of her additional padding was but she didn't care, she'd allow herself this one sin if it meant avoiding the plethora of expensive pitfalls other drivers seemed so keen on cultivating. Drugs, booze, fancy jewelry, women...

Then again, Maria did have to confess a certain appreciation for that last one, just one that didn't trump her passion for racing. But she had eyes and she was going to use them, for example on that prime cut of meat standing before her. With her position, she was treated to a stellar view of Ziggy's underskirt, only a diminutive thong hiding - or trying to at least - the hobgoblin's puffy lips. They were perpetually engorged, sinfully plump and and were topped by a tuft of perfectly trimmed pink hair that made Maria just want to bury her head and-

Whoah, where did that come from?! She shook her head and changed her mind by polishing off the rest of her sandwich and looking for a rag to clean herself.

Before she had to wrench herself off the soft embrace of the couch, Ziggy mercifully came to her rescue: armed with a handkerchief and the methodical attention of someone who knew how to hyperfocus on the smallest of details; the hobgoblin all but climbed over Maria to brush away all the splatters that had stained the champion's mostly exposed torso. Which also meant that Maria had a hot girl built like a fertility goddess pawing at her chest with delighted abandon while the other hand was square on her groin... for stability of course.

She didn't look like she was noticing but Maria certainly was, twitches running down her length while she fought an internal war to keep herself as impassive as possible. With the beautiful hob pressing herself into her side and delicately brushing her breasts, Maria was forced to distract herself by any means necessary, such as looking at the workers busying themselves around her car, like many ants working in a colony.

After what felt like an eternity, she dimly noticed Ziggy drawing back and stowing her handkerchief away before carefully applying a new layer of black lipstick. Hmm, why the lipstick?

Looking down, she noticed the very conspicuous trace of a black kiss on her breast, just where her heart would be and chided herself for not even noticing that. Looking back up though, Ziggy was now smacking her lips together in perhaps the most lascivious gesture Maria had ever seen and that was before she ran her tongue all over them. In that moment, the champion would have done everything to bury herself in the girl's throat. Even when she wasn't being seductive on purpose - and it was obvious Ziggy was oblivious so far - it was insane how attractive she could be.

"Sorry for the mark but I was told that a good engineer always leaves their signature somewhere on their best work!" the bubbly hobgoblin helpfully explained with a wink.

Maria felt her cock throb. She was desperate to find any way to get her mind out of the gutter and so she rallied onto the one subject she knew:

"So Ziggy, do you know how to drive?"

"Oh, uh no sorry. I'm eighteen so I could but..." answered the hob sheepishly.

"That's kinda surprising if you don't mind me saying, given that you follow what I do?"

"Yeah, I know, right?" Ziggy chuckled. "Since I live in the city and parking is a pain, I usually take the tram to go to the uni. I'm going for an engineering degree with a focus on motors..." Her expression turned bashful.

"Let me guess, you want to join my crew later?" asked Maria. She couldn't contain a small laugh at Ziggy's meek nod but soldiered through. "You'll have to learn by then, maybe I can find time to give you personal lessons! If you're as smart as your brother, a few years in you might as well give orders to the others!"

"Well, I'm not really the type to go into the muck to repair stuff," admitted Ziggy, "but that doesn't mean I couldn't! I just... I just prefer the theoretical part of it, the idea of finding that one breakthrough that could make you- that could make someone go even faster!" Well, wasn't that cute. "Ever since I saw you on the San Bernardino racetrack in 1287, I..."

Memories came unbidden to Maria, a blast from the past - almost 6 years back! - when she'd just been starting racing and only had three or four races under her belt as an official driver for Juksal.

With an unusually hot day and the League in its infancy, many of the official rules of today hadn't yet been hashed which meant that a lot of the safety measures weren't quite up to par. The track, which had been "vetted" beforehand turned out to be a deathtrap that resulted in a pileup the likes of which were scarcely seen nowadays. What Maria mostly remembered it for however was being sent in an uncontrollable spin with her car rolling over at least 4 times and catching fire.

She barely managed to escape the wreck - despite being dazed to hell and back - and had begun to catch her breath when she'd suddenly felt heat on her back. With the gooey fuel of the car sticking to her suit and no nearby staff to help, she'd had to shed most of it in a hurry, all but shredding her protective suit with the safety cutter included on her toolbelt. That was how the nearest camera crew had found her, clad in nothing but half burnt underwear and desperately trying to hide her monstrous bulge inside of said comically undersized underwear.

The extract thankfully hadn't lasted long before someone more sensible had shut down the feed but it still remained a fact that she'd been "exposed" quite literally to a wide audience that day. She'd certainly lost the race that day but had also gained some die-hard fans, though of a quality she wasn't sure how to feel about.

But if Ziggy was thinking about this particular race - she had been about twelve while Maria was fifteen - then she was doubtlessly... She refocused on her fan and instantly noticed something:

The goblin was now dreamily looking at her cock, eyes tracing the fat curves of her shaft through the fabric and drinking every detail she could from the tears. She was so mesmerized that she didn't even notice she was being observed, her fingers sneakily circling around the plush mounds of her areolas. The sudden roar of Marias car starting back to life shook them both of their respective examinations of the other, but not so fast that Ziggy realized she'd been seen.

A flustered silence stretched as the both of them tried to look at anything but each other before Maria finally found it in herself to say something.

"So uh, the crew must have finished repairing my car..."

Ziggy jumped a bit and looked back at her idol, a hint of sadness clouding her expression.

""Oh, uh yeah! You probably have lots of stuff to do, I should leave you to it then. It was nice to-"

"No!"

Maria had shot up and was spreading her arms, her hair let down behind her like a black veil. It must have made for quite the vision to Ziggy, the poor girl gaping at her idol.

"Sorry for shouting like that but it'd be such a waste for you to come this far and leave without..." She paused, thoughtfully wondering about what they could do together before the obvious option made itself known. "Driving my car!"

The way all blood drained from Ziggy's face and she started vibrating in place all over again told Marian she'd hit the bullseye. It was heartwarming how quickly they could bond together with their shared love of things going fast... The hobgoblin looked like she was on the verge of passing out, hyperventilating with big heaving gulps of air that had her chest rising up and down which made Maria think very unwholesome thoughts. Taking a steadying breath, they both finally rallied and managed to concentrate on the topic at hand.

"B-but there's no way I can drive it, I don't even know how to drive a normal car!"" squeaked out Ziggy.

"Oh! Right. Well, I'll just give you a tour of the lap and you can squeeze in the driver's seat with me, how's that sound to you?"

"Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod, yes yes yes yessssssss!!!"

If before Ziggy had been vibrating with excitement now she was literally jumping like a loon. The sight was cute enough that Maria couldn't resist a smile from creeping on her face though that same smile froze a little when she peered down. There, hanging by a thread, the tube top was doing its best to hide what little it could cover of Ziggy's chest but was inevitably losing. Slowly but surely, Maria saw more and more of the dusky areola unveil itself, a plump jewel just begging to be devoured.

With a final jump and exclamation, Ziggy pounced on Maria and gave her a fierce hug, unaware - or uncaring - that her top had slid down. The goblin rubbed her head against the pilot's stomach while her breasts mashed against her idol's thick member, each saucer plate-sized areolas fully on display.

By now, Maria had frozen and was patently trying to look at everywhere but her fan, half-heartedly patting her on the shoulder while the goblin went through the innumerable stages of elations.

It was difficult, to say the least.

After a while they separated and Ziggy sheepishly readjusted her top, still grinning all the while even as Maria looked distractedly at the ceiling and pretended not to have a two liter bottle stuck in her pants.

The hob made her way down the stairs, finding her way back to the car just in time to see her brother congratulate the mechanics on the speedy operation while Maria arrived soon after: she'd made a slight detour to grab two pairs of goggles and stuff her hair into a makeshift bun; she wasn't a fan of the rough treatment but given how dirty it already was and would get, there was no point in trying to keep it neat and proper.

Besides, she had a feeling that Ziggy wasn't so interested in that particular aspect of herself if her targeted attention was any indication. She still arrived just in time to catch the two siblings playfully arguing.

Now that they were side by side, the resemblance was definitely more pronounced though their stature was nothing alike. Maria was familiar with many female goblins and as such knew it was not down to simple heredity that Grizby wasn't blessed with Ziggy's more... expansive build, the part of hobgoblin in Ziggy's blood must have been quite potent if it was enough to bless her in such conspicuous ways.

"So, not too unbearable, I hope?"

"Hmmm?"

"My sister I mean. Man, you wouldn't believe how much she bugged me once she learnt we were coming here. Just a blabbermouth, talking and talking and talking non-stop. I think it really hit her that she wasn't dreaming when I said I'd heard from you about fixing the car." He paused to light another cigar and began to offer her one before he caught himself.

Maria nodded. "I don't think it's worn off since then," she remarked.

Looking at the match with which he'd lit the cigarette, Grizby considered it for a moment before dropping it with a hiss when the flame reached his finger.

"Yeah, it's funny. I don't think she realized how real the entire situation was, can't fault her though. Finding out I have a half-sister like two months ago is a trip, for sure." He took a puff of his cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke before turning to face Maria. "Shocked me too, about as much as that there fucking match I just dropped. Damn near had a heart attack, I tell you!"

Maria smiled, she could clearly see the affection in Grizby's eyes. For all he pretended to be aloof and hadn't known Ziggy for long, it was clear they'd taken to each other quickly. She could imagine the bubbly hobgoblin sticking around, god knew the place was drowning in testosterone; she certainly could use a feminine touch... She shook her head.

"Welp, I can't say I quite know how this feels like with being an only child and all." Maria paused thoughtfully. "I guess you kinda are a second family to me, though."

"Awww, c'mere you scamp!" he groused half-heartedly.

Though she could feel his fist playfully punching her thigh, their attention was nonetheless focused on Ziggy who was given a summary brief on what to do and not do inside the car by some of the crew. She looked intensely concentrated, which was more than a little adorable to both the goblin and his driver.

"Anyways, the crew and I are gonna stick for a while longer, clean everything up then I'll send them back home and... uh, shit what do I need to do..." He made to grab at his notepad and then abandoned it with a sigh. "Eh, whatever, you probably won't care anyway. Just do what you do best: drive good, drive steady, blow the socks off my sister and everything should be good."

"Of course, you know I aim to please!"

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah, well keep it in your pants, okay? I don't want to have to bring the crew back a second time because you thought you could make a new world record or something dumb like that."

"I know, I know. I'll be straight as an arrow."

Though Grizby looked at her strangely for using such a weird turn of phrase, he wisely decided to let it go. Sometimes, there was no use arguing with genius, frightening and incomprehensible that it was... at least that was how she felt.

Maria then turned to see Ziggy standing at attention, ready to have her mind blown on the race track.

"Alright, you're ready?"

"Let's do this! It's gonna be the best day ever!"

While for Maria it was a matter of course to get in the car, that became another story entirely once Ziggy came into the picture. Thankfully she was way smaller and there was still room anyways but if it had been any smaller, odds are the pair would have stayed stuck like this until someone could pry them out. Then again, Maria couldn't say the perspective really frightened her given how plush and accommodating Ziggy's behind proved to be. It must have been a quirk of her physiology but the hob was scorching to the touch but not in the fatiguing way that the summer heat had drained Maria's focus. No, instead it was an invigorating warmth that simply begged Maria to bury herself into it and squish it with her fingers.

She shook her head. If this went on, she wouldn't be able to concentrate! Cracking her neck and turning on the ignition, Maria started to pull out though she was courteous enough to give Ziggy time to wave to Grizby and the crew as they departed.

And now, a sedate lap to make Ziggy happy and send her home with a memory. Yeah, Maria could do that.

She'd already done her rounds on the asphalt so might as well catch some air on the off-road course, she needed to train herself on all terrains after all. The road leading to it was short, a small dirt path leading to the gate which by now was perpetually left open. Then a sea of dunes with checkpoints marked by massive poles with flags.

There, Maria felt at home. There was nothing quite feeling the rumble of her machine purring, the vibrations running through her whole body and massaging away knots she didn't even know she had. Of course, she'd go slow on this particular exhibition but she was nonetheless glad for any excuse to get behind the wheel.

And try as she might, she couldn't pretend the cutie on her lap wasn't making the whole thing more enjoyable. She was uncharacteristically silent but Maria still delighted in the feel of the goblin's ass shifting everytime she took a curve and jumped but-

"-o faste-"

Hmmm? Ziggy had tried to say something but obviously wasn't used to the roar of the machine, whatever she'd been trying to say had been swallowed by the wind whistling around them. It was cute, the kind of mistake every rookie driver made on their first ride out the door. It didn't stop her from trying again:

"Go faster!" she hoarsely screamed.

"You want me to go faster?"

"Hell yeah, go for it!" The goblin fiercely nodded.

If there was one thing Maria could do, it was that. She punched the pedal to the metal and felt the world shift. Her trajectory was a line, one to follow but also discard and improvise like a musician would with a freeform solo. Here on the sand, Maria drew precise curves like a master calligrapher and sent up clouds of dust like the most furious of interpretive painters. The mountains of sand would have been hazardous to even experienced drivers but to her they were just opportunities to show off and have some fun.

She grinded on the ridges of the sharpest dunes, courting danger with the same recklessness that had earned her an entry into the halls of legend. And much like when she had been trying to impress then, she still hadn't lost her competitive fiber. By then, she'd long forgotten about her "sedate pace", long forgotten about phoning in a quick performance to just send the hobgoblin on her way.

Glued to her torso and whooping like a woman possessed, Ziggy was hooting and hollering in joy like the champion had seldom seen though that lasted until the last turn. The car banked to the side, tires skidding madly to maintain traction. Maria then stopped holding her breath, she might have pushed it a little on that one but thankfully she knew her vehicle like her own body. But still, a better sign to stop there wasn't.

She finally slid to a halt near one of the poles and came to rest in its shade, enjoying what little solace from the sun it could provide. She didn't turn the engine off since they'd be going again soon but it was quiet enough when it wasn't roaring that they could have a short discussion.

"So?" she asked with her smuggest grin.

"That was fucking awesome!" Ziggy answered with a grin, uncaring as to the mountain of dust and sand that was now caking her face. Her face was heated with a fierce blush, probably from the sun and whipping winds.

"You liked that?"

"Hell yeah, it was the best! I wanna stay forever!"

Maria chuckled and looked at the warehouse, the stout building's control tower barely visible over the golden sea surrounding the both of them.

"Sadly, I don't think your brother would like to be kept waiting too long! Besides, I think a shower is long overdue for the both of us..."

"Awww, c'mon! Boooo, you suck!" jeered Ziggy.

"One of us has got to be the responsible adult here, baby, and sadly it's gotta be me."

Though the hobgoblin laughed at the comment, Maria didn't miss the dangerous twinkle that entered her eye. Nor how her blush had deepened.

"So the missus has put on the big boy pants, eh? Don't have time to hang out with her adoring fan?"

"Well no, that's not what I-"

In a move that both stunned her and left her wondering as to the hobgoblin's agility, Ziggy whirled her legs out of the cockpit and back in a complex motion that now had her straddling Maria's thickening cock and mashing chests together. The grey-skinned tyke's smile was now feral and intense, not so much threatening as promising many, many things. The champion was surprised, where was the innocent girl from before gone?

She gulped and tried to adjust her crotch through her coveralls, only for her hand to be intercepted in an iron grip. It was then replaced by Ziggy's other hand, black-coated and delicately manicured nails guiding the throbbing erection to a more comfortable spot, one that coincidentally had the both of them sandwiching it in-between their soft bellies. Yet Ziggy didn't stop holding it after she was done, instead preferring to gently caress and tease it through the fabric.

"I guess 'lil ol' me just needs a 'responsible adult' to show me what life is all about, hmm..." The hob punctuated every of her words with a firm yank on Maria's twitching rod.

"Maybe you can show me how to handle that beast of yours, make her purr in your hands..."

Then the hobgoblin leaned in close to her ear and whispered:

"And wreck me so hard I can't walk. But only if you impress me. If you... Blow. My. Mind."

She locked eyes with a panting Maria and licked her lips, her delicate purple tongue peaking through the black lips and just begging for the champion to have a taste of it. She just had to...

Maybe Ziggy sensed her hesitation because she sent her hand back down, this time to tug her thong off to the side. For what little the incredibly skimpy cloth seemed to have been hiding, it still managed to undersell just delightfully plump and sinfully soft her mound was.

Maria could feel the dripping sweetness of that forbidden flower through the holes of her coveralls, the plush and smooth skin a taste of a heaven just barely out of reach. The champion was panting, seeing the grey-skinned seductress tempt her to fall deeper into depravity. But she couldn't! She wouldn't...

At some point, Ziggy had snaked her hands underneath's Maria straps and was now busy playing with her stiff nipples. She tugged at them, twisted and rubbed them with the kind of sadistic exactitude only the deeply touch-starved could fathom. She kissed her idol's skin, gently left black-lipped hickeys all over the champion's chest and deliriously asked to be bent over like a slut. She was begging for it.

Maria didn't need to be told twice.

With the beat of her chest thumping as hard as the motor and a horny hobgoblin rubbing her bare pussy on her jean-covered cock, she was becoming a beast of instinct.

Without even feeling herself do it, as if in a dream, her hands found the stick and wheel and she was back in the race. Racing against herself? Against Ziggy's scorching passion? Who could tell...

Turn after turn flowed like water, the wheel becoming a veritable extension of herself, all under the falsely dispassionate eyes of the grinning temptress. Yet that spark of desire remained and so Maria pushed harder to satisfy it. She did everything in the course, top to bottom, aiming to fruitlessly impress her slowly cooling partner who it seemed was somehow getting bored of this whole thing.

Maria knew that if she was to stop now, she would neither gain her honor back, nor access the hob's ministrations. No, she had to find something so thrilling, so daring, that this damn succubus would have no choice but to concede. Every moment that passed she could feel Ziggy's touch getting weaker, less passionate. It had to be now.

She knew just the thing for it.

The Big 90 was a seldom used obstacle of the course, one that demanded precise and thorough control of the car, due to its very geometry: two worn buttes separated by a deep fissure in the ground formed a pair of natural ramps, although a pair that had to be climbed from the side and taken like a wall ride, if said wall ride had no centerpiece and needed to be jumped.

Not enough power? Plummet in the middle. Too much power? Sail off the landing ramp and crash past it. Not enough precision? Either lose grip on the sand and just go spinning into the fissure underneath or smack right into the second butte.

Thankfully, Maria was used to making that jump. Even after the wind had blown away all traces of her previous passage, she could picture in her mind the exact placement to make the jump, the amount of throttle and the alignment needed to gracefully spin in the air in order to land oriented the correct way.

And thus they flew. She'd kept silent the whole time, focused like she'd never been before on showing that brat who the best in the business was but right now she was rewarded in kind: the look of pure adoration and desire Ziggy was giving her would have topped any of the drugs her competitors doubtlessly spent fortunes on.

That was why she raced, why she desired the wind in her hair and to just forever keep winning trophies. There was nothing quite like being the best.

For all they must have spent a second at most in the air, that same second stretched to infinity and allowed Maria to bask in the adoration Ziggy was offering her. When they landed, Maria knew it was a matter of time before they were home and Ziggy was worshipping her. Or it should have been.

It was then that the driver realized her mistake: obviously she knew her machine, she was used to driving it day in and day out... alone that is.

While Ziggy had made for quite the pleasant distraction thus far, her goading had also made Maria forget that the car's balance wouldn't be quite the same with a passenger within: the additional offset weight hadn't been enough to pose a problem on the course but here? Where the car's balance was essential to maintaining a good alignment?

They landed gracefully indeed, but too far behind on the curve. Normally the caldera had a gentle rise to climb down, here the ground quite suddenly gave way to emptiness, if only for a few centimeters. But just as Ziggy's added weight had been just enough to push them off-course, this little step proved enough to gently nudge the car onto its side. With as much grace as it had flown over the fissure, the car spun, first delicately then more roughly over itself.

Neither Ziggy nor Maria could quite follow what happened in the moments after the ride flipped and rolled. All the measures protecting the car ensured it was as pristine as the moment they had entered the track, even landing on its tires!

Neither of them could actually witness that, rattled as they both were at being thrown through the wringer. Thank god Ziggy had held onto Maria, God knew the champion had seen too many rookies strewn about the track after a bad spin. Now they knew the rollcage worked beyond any reasonable doubt, and felt her ribs where the hobgoblin had to hold on start to sting. The girl had a surprising amount of strength when she got into it.

Still hugging each other with the energy of shock and yet alive thanks to a stroke of fortune, the both of them were made aware as to a few things: first they were lucky to be alive, second Ziggy's pussy was covering Maria's dick in her wetness and soaking through the coveralls, and third said driver was about to explode and rail the shortstack atop her six ways to sunday. Fueled by the adrenaline, nevermind the near-death situation they'd just gone through, Maria was so fucking hard she could have punched through a steel pane with her erection while Ziggy was literally fighting herself not to tear her clothes off. But now wasn't the time, they had to go back. Instead, the both of them purged through the adrenaline the only way they knew, violently making out for a few seconds before they forced each other apart.

"I... I guess it's a good thing this accident didn't end like San Bernardino..." joked Ziggy.

"Yeah! Yeah..."

Again, they looked at each other with a tension neither wanted to break. The way back was awkward, if intense. If before she'd been in the zone, now Maria was on autopilot and trying to ignore her urges lest she stop the car this instant and bend Ziggy over it like a whore. She was attaining a sort of nirvana, all of her wordly urges swallowing her so thoroughly she was almost dissociating and floating on a cloud. For all Ziggy didn't tease her much, her pliant ass was still resting on Maria's crotch, not quite stroking it yet still stoking the driver's lust with its presence. So the driver clung to the one thing she knew and drove on until they were back.

She couldn't tell how long it took them to go back to the warehouse but Maria knew if she'd checked she would have established some sort of record. Regardless, the building came into view and soon they were at the door only to find the damn thing almost emptying itself. Maria stopped the car and yelled as she saw her crew packing up. The nearest goblin stopped and turned, raising an eyebrow at the visible scratches on the car but not willing to get into it now of all times.

"Hey, where's Grizby?"

"Oh hey miss, he said he was too busy for, and I quote, 'your peacocking bullshit' so he's gone back to the complex, probably to talk to the investors or something like that. We're almost done packing up too so we gotta go."

Uh, how about that.

"Oh, right, and he also said he was expecting the both of you to meet him for dinner at... uh, 19 o'clock at Felton Hall on the other side of the city. You should have more than enough time to freshen up." the goblin checked his watch before letting out a quiet hiss. "That's all for me, I gotta split before my wife asks me why I ditched the neighbour's birthday party. Have a great day, miss!"

And off he went.

Ziggy wasn't sure if Maria realized that her chest was covered in lipstick marks and the only thing hiding them was her passenger leaning back. But thankfully, the mechanic hadn't noticed a thing so they were free to proceed, and by god they were gonna have to do it soon lest they both blow a gasket. First Ziggy gracefully exited the cockpit, showcasing more of that trademark agility that Maria was begging to see more off. But when it came to the driver's turn...

Maria felt the inevitable happen: her coveralls finally tore. Just as she was stretching to finally exit the cockpit, one leg in and one leg out, both the driver and the goblin heard the groan of her pant seam give, followed by the foreboding snap of the ripped fabric slowly giving only to expose her cockhead.

Ziggy saw it all happen: Maria cursing and trying to hide the incident by slamming her thigh against the car's side panel, the lurid purple of her glans heavily swaying down until it squished limply against the polished metal, its delicate paleness untouched like the rest of Maria's suntanned skin, the drops of precum it was already letting drip down the car's side...

Ziggy's mind boggled at the enormity before her: even as she'd spent a good while sitting on it, it hadn't been enough to realize how truly monstrous Maria's cock was, even through the straining jeans.

It wasn't so much that it wasn't long - since it was - but simply how thick it was. Though the skin covered glans was very relatively smaller, the shaft quickly barreled in size to become thicker like a baseball bat. The hob couldn't even hazard a guess as to the thing's size when erect but her mind was instantly brought to a fire extinguisher, the comparatively small kind you could ironically find in some cars. Stuffed precariously behind, two pendulous testicles hung low yet gently, cradled by the prison of jean with their twitching mass seemingly growing minutely, though Ziggy could have been dreaming that last detail.

That sight left her stunned for long enough that Maria finally finished fixing herself up and pretty much manhandled her, grabbing her by the shoulders and nudging her to the side so she could better exit her vehicle. All the while, the goblin's gaze stayed affixed on her cock, the temptation always present to just crawl over to it and worshipping it.

But not here, not now. Too many people around and there was a far better place for that.

Maria rolled her shoulders, wincing at every crack from her articulations before she grabbed Ziggy and hauled her up like a sack of potatoes. There, unheeding to the gasping protests of her burden, to her own counterweight at the front dripping on the floor, and to the semi-disbelieving looks of the crew, the barely-restrained champion started to plod over towards the shower room which she kicked in without care. All the while, Ziggy pretended not to hear the lurid slap of Maria's shaft against her muscled thighs.

They found no one in there, a fortune given their predicament but Maria was honestly so pent-up she barely cared anymore if anyone would spy on them.

From there on it was a matter of moment to gain access to her personal stall, a quite lavishly decorated room which had been lovingly arranged for someone of Maria's kulk with room to spare. It proved perfect in this particular situation though, the relative luxury of the room manifesting itself in two wonderful details: they had enough room to move and fuck, and there was a padded bench on the side. The pair instantly put that second factor to the test as Maria collapsed down on it, mirroring in many ways the pose she'd taken on the couch earlier; this time however with no coveralls to hide any of her naked beauty.

Still, the champion didn't leave her adoring fan be: she instead grabbed a squeaking Ziggy by the throat, brought her so close they could have kissed and whispered.

"If you want to know your champion better, you better worship me. Now clean me."

Ziggy staggered back, hints of a cough dying on her lips the moment she saw the object of her worship. For all Maria had a healthy padding all over her undeniably ripped body, what instantly caught the drooling hob's attention was the champion's beautiful tan lines. She looked around, grabbed a sponge and let her fingers trail on the neat delimitation between rough tanned muscle and silky smooth untouched skin, Maria's covered form a masterpiece of delightfully sculpted flesh. Her head slowly lowered on its side, down on Maria's stomach and she was greeted by a most luxurious headrest: steel muscles underneath a pleasant padding of pliant flesh. She let herself go for a moment, eyes closed and focused on her partner's breathing, the gentle rising of Maria's chest a symptom of her undeniable restraint...

But it had to come to an end. Spurred by the aching in between her legs and Maria's no-doubt growing impatience -she could feel her idol's monster twitching from there! - Ziggy opened her eyes only to have them lock onto the one thing she'd been obsessing over since she learned the champion was there. Between Maria's thick legs hung an equally thick appendage, the cock of Ziggy's fantasies.

Much as she would have loved to begin - and finish - with this, the hob shook her head and forced herself to concentrate on the reminder of her dream-come-true's body. To be fair, it wasn't difficult: Maria was muscled and hot, an opportunity to examine her body in greater detail was an opportunity she couldn't let pass by. She started with the arms, marvelling at their thickness and detail every time the driver idly flexed and continued onto her face.

Maria for her part couldn't have been happier. It wasn't every day she let herself go and even when she did, she always had to be careful not to hurt her partner. But Ziggy? Even now, her tube-top half askew and letting her tits hang out, her skirt drooping to the side and exposing her pussy, the hob was just begging for more. Maria couldn't resist, she grabbed the yelping goblin and pulled her in for a kiss. Their tongues met, Maria's at first ravenously on the attack yet retreating in panic when the hob's full length emerged to snake down her throat. It was a strange sensation, one she quickly grew to love as evidenced by her nipples sharply poking into Ziggy's massive breasts. The goblin didn't let up her assault on Maria's mouth but she evidently had a glorious idea: tearing through her mesh shirt and yanking down her tube top to let her chest mash against Maria's own.

From there it was simply a matter of adding some soap and the tanned beauty felt herself sink down into a heaven of soft flesh and bubbles. Even as her mouth was defiled by the ravenous hob, the driver felt her skin lavishly serviced and groped, the service beyond what even the most luxurious of spas could provide. Her clothes were shorn away all the while Ziggy covered her in her softs breasts, either pulled on until the weakened fabric gave away or ripped by the hob's frenzied teeth and soon Maria felt only mere scraps of fabric hiding her from the world. Ziggy had proved thorough and devoted so Maria didn't react save for a sigh of relief when the now panting slut began to shred away at the tight jeans hiding her prize from her. A faint moan escaped her lips, being able to finally let her entire self hang without restraint, even when the hob's trembling fingers scratched at her thighs. It didn't matter, soon she would get what she deserved.

Ziggy, for her part, was quite simply stunned at the sight before her.

Even flaccid, even limp like this, Maria's fat cock swayed down and jerked up in time with her equally sizeable balls.

Letting herself fall by the member's side, Ziggy was startled to see that not only was its length probably greater than the hob's forearm but Maria's glans barely fit in her hand.

She felt herself fall into a trance, her eyes following each ridges in Maria's map of veins until the corners of her vision grew black. She'd put herself into a trance, grew under the charm of that goddess of sex to the point she'd literally forgotten to breathe!

Remediating that problem proved to be a mistake however.

The moment Ziggy took a breath, she felt her mind fry with the thick odor of motor oil, leather and virility that emanated from beneath Maria's cock. There, like two gloriously forbidden fruit, hid the target of her greatest desires: the swollen orbs roiled ponderously even before her gaze, churning fresh cum endlessly to serve the driver's mounting lust.

Ziggy couldn't resist, she dove head first and began worshipping both spheres with her tongue and lips. Soon enough, they were red from being sucked so desperately and covered in black hickeys yet Ziggy didn't show any sign of stopping: her world now revolved around pleasuring that treasure of flesh, all thoughts to her own pleasure forgotten. The hob hugged the sizable bulk like a pillow and worshipped it, in an effort to stimulate it through any means necessary.

But for all she was having the time of her life, Ziggy's partner didn't quite share in that enthusiasm.

"Hey, Ziggy, stop."

The hob flinched a bit at hearing her name but otherwise didn't react, too enthralled as she was with slathering her idol's balls with all the love she could afford. All that to say that she was surprised when Maria grabbed her by the hair and started slapping her face with her limp shaft. Even flaccid, the appendage was weighty and Maria wagered it wouldn't help her to get understood but it was too obscene and exciting to stop so she continued.

"Listen slut: you thought earlier you could tell me what to do? Lead me by the cock and get on top, uh?" Though she was shocked by Maria's vulgar outburst - and the battering of her face with her fat cock didn't help - Ziggy was by now blushing so deep and so dark it looked to Maria like the poor girl was about to faint. Or it would have if she wasn't fingering herself and rubbing on her inverted nipples.

"You stupid bitch, in here I'm not Maria! I'm the fucking Champion and it's about time you show me the appreciation I deserve. Do. You. Un. Der. Stand?" She punctuated each of her words with a sharp slap and let silence fall. When it continued with no interruptions, she worriedly looked at Ziggy only to be pleasantly surprised: the hob wore a vapid expression of pure desire on her face. In fact, she looked so incandescently horny Maria was surprised she was even conscious. Still, the driver leaned closer and more tenderly whispered in her lover's pointed ear, it couldn't hurt after all.

"Hey, you're okay with this, right?"

Ziggy looked up with bright eyes, the passion inside bordering on the manic. She licked her lips once, twice then leaned closer in turn.

"My safeword is 'gearshaft', Champ."

Ziggy wasn't quite thrown into the air but it almost felt like it: once again Maria proved that her muscles might have been hidden but weren't for show as she flipped over the goblin and hugged her to her chest. There, the driver began to worship the goblin's sodden gash before catching her breath and driving the grey-skinned slut into her crotch.

Ziggy was disoriented by the flip but quickly came to her senses the moment she realized Maria's cock was limply resting on her thigh and extending onto the bench. It was one thing to cradle and adore it but being face-to-face with it, she realized as she grasped the sensitive head, were two very different sensations.

Where she'd only gotten glances at Maria's cock head, now the lurid sight of it drooling a constant stream of precum was there for her to enjoy. The hob's throat now was parched, begging for even just a taste of that sweet ambrosia. She hesitated for an instant, not quite sure she should dare even touch this masterpiece of virility before Maria's ministrations brought her back to reality.

From there on it was as simple as grabbing the massive appendage, delighting in how heavy and brutal it was, and bringing it to her mouth.

Her tongue flicked and flickered, diving underneath the leathery ring of Maria's foreskin. Soon she was stuffing more and more underneath it, delighting in the way the delicate skin writhed with her ministrations. All the while, she peppered the cock's yawning tip with lewd kisses, making out and savoring all the precum that erupted out of it.

Ziggy's face was a mess by now, covered in translucent goo and yet she knew that Maria would only desire her more for it. God, that flavor was so intense... If before the smell had been enough to make her pause, the sheer euphoria of getting to give a tongue-bath to the most sensitive of Maria's parts dwarfed that. It was a buffet of savory flesh, constantly rewarded with more cum to savor and swallow. She wanted- no, needed more!

Slowly, she withdrew her tongue only to send it snaking back around Maria's still thickening pole. Its probing length kept getting stranded on the girthy member's many veins but soon Ziggy felt her tongue find and coil around the heaving balls of her lover. Much like Maria's cock was darker than the rest of her natural hue, her testicles looked angrier and more brutal. They lowered and rose up ponderously, the two great orbs emanating an indecent smell but she had to maintain her concentration onto the fleshy club stiffening before her eyes.

It happened gradually, at first so subtly she didn't realize and yet it accelerated until the hob was watching the girthy member thicken even more. The veins covering the shaft pulsed as yet more blood was pumped into it, the violent beast now beginning to throb and twitch like it was seconds away from going on a rampage.

Ziggy had seconds to act but she didn't hesitate. Opening her mouth wide and taking a deep breath, the fangirl dove on the stiffening cock like a woman possessed. She dimly noted how Maria - her lover, her champion, her everything - jerked when the massive cock punched into Ziggy's mouth, then her throat. Instantly, a sense of panic and foreboding settled on her as she realized just how damn long the fat dick ruining her was. Fighting her gag reflex every step of the way and still cramming centimeter after centimeter inside her straining gullet, Ziggy maintained her pace and truly only started to choke when she finally reached the base of the champion's cock. By now her entire body was wracked by wild tremors, impaled as she was on this thickening pole and still she desired more; she sent her tongue slithering back to cradle her lover's balls even as her breath slowly ran out.

Still, Maria's cock continued to grow, not entirely hard just yet. The driver's composure was almost broken, her affected cruelty giving way to a feral desire to use the cumslut like a toy. Her hands left the grey beauty's massive breasts to instead grab her hips. Before long she was using the girl like an onahole, delighting in the symphony of gurgles and moans that echoed from her destroyed throat. Whatever gag reflex had stopped Maria's from just rutting Ziggy's mouth had quickly been demolished just as thoroughly so the driver was free to buck her hips and stretch her lover to the limit.

The tanned beauty's cock was like a great piledriver, a bar of white-hot passion leaving great scouring gouges through Ziggy's faltering countenance. The hob was in kind absolutely frenzied by now, tugging at her breasts and writhing like a woman possessed. She desired to be used and her dream had come true but it still felt like something was missing... The moment she saw Maria's fat nuts swing up to finally strike her face was the moment Ziggy truly let go. She exploded in great bursts of femcum on the tanned beauty's face and felt her limbs go slack.

With each slap of the massive balls her vision went dark for a split-second, concussed as she was by the great bulk; she was thankfully immediately brought awake by the great girth wrecking her insides. Her throat strained under the absolute monster currently violating it and yet she loved it; her choker had long been snapped by the gargantuan monstrosity and yet she embraced the lack of oxygen. Oh god, it was everything she'd dreamed of and more!

That tip punching through her stomach and turned her into a whore... every inch further that it went it grew in thickness until she lived for that throbbing cock claiming her entirely. She loved how frenzied her throat gurgled, desperately trying to mend a broken gag-reflex that had been forevermore erased. She loved choking on a cock so damn large it was bigger than her arm, one so big it would own her and nothing could ever stop her from worshipping it forever unless...

In time though, Maria slowed down her pace and while Ziggy at first thought it was due to her straining arms, the blonde bombshell proved her wrong by wrenching her off the towering appendage and exposing it to the sweltering air. Then she spoke with a rough voice, full of pent-up lust.

"Are you ready to get fucked, Ziggy?" she growled.

"I-" Ziggy coughed.

"C'mon, tell me 'yes' or 'no', it's not fucking rocket science!"

The hob's wrecked throat was in no condition to answer at the moment, besides her attention was caught by something else...

Ziggy marvelled at the tower of lubed flesh bobbing in front of her, drool dripping from her lips. It had been so marvelously coated in her saliva - lurid rings of black lipstick acting like a yardstick where she'd choked on it - and was sure to be a most exquisite seat.

She heard an angry snort from Maria and tried to speak, only for a squeak to barely escape her mouth. Damn, she wanted to scream yes, to beg Maria to defile and claim her like a bitch!

No, she had to stall until she could acquiesce and well, it would be a shame not to use her tits on such a great tool...

Summoning what little strength she could in her trembling limbs proved difficult but she managed. Soon she was by Maria's side, her mesh shirt and tubetop strewn away.

She glanced at Maria but the champion didn't say anything, her attention captivated by the lurid curve of Ziggy's swollen areolas. What did garner a reaction was the very audible *clap* of the hob slapping her two tits together on the girl's penis.

It was impressive how despite their absolutely massive bulk and divine softness, Ziggy still couldn't entirely cover her lover's manhood. With a croaking laugh, she set about correcting this grave mistake by slowly pumping her breasts up and down, methodically massaging Maria's entire crotch and giving her a taste of the softest breasts the driver has ever felt.

She saw her efforts lay fruit, with Maria writhing in place tugging her own nipples, a craze look on her face as she was assaulted with this heavenly sensation. Ziggy loved this vulnerability, seeing the outwardly domineering woman be reduced to a frenzying beast as she was obviously led by someone else.

The hob continued to torment her lover for quite a while like this, enjoying the heat that emanated from Maria's sore genitals. Every moment she kept the pressure up she could feel the sex organs get stiffer, plumper, closer to the edge.

She'd started tugging her breasts by her nipples, using them like big natural handles which allowed her to worship the driver's fat cock with that much more intensity. Her heaving tits blurred as she pumped them up and down Maria's stiff erection.

The cockhead was spewing a great bounty of precum that showered over her in waves of sticky goo, turning her already milky breasts into purpose-made love pillows to breed with. Once in a while, the driver would try to pump her hips but the softness was just too much for her to bear. Her legs would soon lose power, reducing her to just jerkily tensing her cock while pitifully trying to thrust.

But Ziggy was cruel and way too horny to let this go. Every time Maria tried to move on her, Ziggy would just spread her breasts until the driver's cock was bobbing in the air, throbbing and desperate for stimulation. When she then whined for more, the hob would smash her tits together before blurring her hands and her breasts until Maria was close to busting and the cycle repeated.

A good few repetitions of that and Maria's cock was positively crimson. Thicker than it had ever been and constantly spewing out ruined moni-orgasms, it looks more like a fire hydrant than a normal cock. Ziggy looked at it with wicked fascination before a twisted idea entered her mind. She looked at her fingers and slowly came to a conclusion.

Maria for her part was still writhing in place, her hands mauling her own tits. If this continued she was gonna lose her fucking mind! Ziggy's torture was effective, so effective that the poor champion had effectively lost her mind and could only lean back and take it instead of trying to cum by herself. Her hands tugged at her nipples and she panted like a wild beast but it wasn't enough, she needed more!

Thankfully, Ziggy seemed keen on providing that succor. Her breasts still pooling around the base of Maria's shaft, her hands darted to the skin covering the purple glans before delicately drawing down. Once that was done however, her delicately manicured hands blurred just underneath the driver's swollen crown, massaging the cock in ways Maria hadn't ever considered before.

If before the tanned woman had been close to cumming then now she was only a hair's breadth away from unloading all her pent up lust. When the hobgoblin's hands darted away just as she was on the verge, she dreaded she was gonna lose her mind.

Then Ziggy wound up and delivered a sharp slap to the throbbing member.

Maria gasped. An irrepressible heat filled her from the bottom's up, an animalistic fervor unlike she'd ever felt before. Her limbs clenched and unclenched fruitlessly, all control lost. And through it all she felt the liquid fire coursing through her balls slowly rise up until finally...

Maria came and the first spurt impacted the ceiling. Her cock bobbed to and fro, still waving around from Ziggy's slap which meant that soon it was raining cum atop the both of them. It was quite impressive to behold, great bubbles distending the underside of her already swollen cock until they exploded out of her gaping cumslit. The champion was radiant, eyes screwed shut and her tongue stretched to receive as much as possible while her hair pooled back behind her; she didn't flinch even as her own cum showered her in great splurts.

She looked like a statue, Ziggy thought, posing lazily atop her bench while her throbbing cock burst like a fire hydrant. Strangled gasps were all Ziggy could hear from the champion atop the lurid *glorping* of the rivulets of semen running down her skin and pooling in her abs. Her entire body tensed and unwound in arcs of pleasures as her orgasm continued to wreck her minute after minute. On and on her cum continued to flow, slowly staining the padded bench then dripping to the ground. Until slowly but surely, Maria's cock started to flag and droop in front of her while her breathing steadied.

All the while, Ziggy observed her idol, her mouth gaping open at the lurid sight.

Finally noticing her attention, the champion leaned back and relaxed, clenching her perineum and causing a small fountain of precum to spurt before her softening rod landed back between her breasts with a loud *clap*. Framed between Maria's pale tits like this, even not a hundred percent erect, the dark-stained behemoth looked even more intimidating.

It was too much for Ziggy to bear.

The hob instantly threw herself on her lover, squishing the thick appendage between their soft bodies and enjoying the warm semen that now covered them both. As much as she tried to say anything, her throat was so ruined that she only managed weak gurgles in-between the trembling and slobbering kisses she planted on Maria's breasts, muscles and skin. Still, she could have stayed like this for a long time...

But no, there was a better option on the table and though she couldn't verbally give her ascent, she could tease and please Maria until the woman realized that her partner was ready to get resized.

It wasn't easy for the goblin to climb atop her partner but she managed, what proved to be more difficult however was handling the massive cock so she could finally sit on it. All the while Maria looked at the scene bemusedly, as if taking her revenge for the torture Ziggy had just put her through. Still, the prospect of finally taking the goblin's virginity must have been appealing because her flagging cock soon stiffened back to its original placement, though less sore and abused than before. The driver stayed silent, a smirk on her face, even as the goblin struggled to angle herself atop her gut busting appendage. Her arms crossed behind her back, she now appeared so unbearably slug that Ziggy would have doubtlessly chastised her had she been able to utter a word.

Instead, though her trembling thighs somehow kept her upright, the hobgoblin had to stay on her tiptoes to avoid the champion's monstrous shaft from sliding inside her sodden pussy. Maria's swollen head was punched against the hob's mons, the soft flesh just begging to part to accept the massive fleshy club.

With it stuck between her legs, Ziggy had to marvel at the size of the pillar of flesh, throbbing and pulsing and coating her in precum.

There was a moment of apprehension, of doubt as she beheld the seriously insurmountable sight of her ordeal... but fate wouldn't even give her a chance to change her mind.

Slowly but surely, it happened: burdened with trembling legs and her own massive tits, the hob simply couldn't support her own weight atop that obelisk of molten desire. In this most exquisite of tortures, her knees bent and the fat crown which had mashed against her gash pierced inside, every vein-laced centimeter of that member reshaping her. Her thighs and calves slowly lost power, she could feel her insides get rearranged by Maria's massive fuckstick while the champion kept her steady.

It was halfway down that torturously long descent that Ziggy, her hands wrapped over the bulge progressing down her abdomen, suddenly noticed a new detail. It was a strange kind of ache in her breasts, a heat like she'd never felt before. While Maria's hands were still wrapped around the goblin's hips, Ziggy's tentatively moved to her heaving tits.

She somehow managed to concentrate enough to stop her descent and though Maria observed with a frustrated expression she didn't intervene.

But that feeling pooling inside of her breasts, what was... a twinge of pain struck her and she couldn't resist a moan from escaping her lips. What was that?!

Now more urgently, her hands caressed her swollen beauties with even more gentle care but she hadn't counted on Maria.

The driver's hands shot up from Ziggy's sides to land squarely on her breasts and she instantly began to savagely molest them.

Maria saw the goblin's expression turn to a rapturous agony but she couldn't silence her growing lust any longer. Her hands gripped on the hob's twitching areolas like handles before she yanked her down to her hips.

Her cock, which had already made an obscene bulge in Ziggy's taut belly, was now rocketing to in-between her tits and pulsing like she was already on the verge of cumming. If Ziggy's expression had been rapturous then, it quite simply went vacant as the goblin fainted in place, her tongue lolling out as she went through a great many orgasms instantly. Her limbs were contorted madly and shaking while her head lolled dumbly, waves of pleasures crashing down and making tilt to one side then the other.

She's just been mind broken, her brain rewritten by the massive cock spearing her now.

Forget being an engineer, forget cars, forget anything else even! She had just been introduced to a rapturous pleasure nothing could ever compare to, a decadent and all-consuming blaze of libido that threatened to erase all of her personality to replace it with that of a brainless fuckdoll.

Ziggy moaned in warbled tones, her demolished throat not even understanding the guttural sounds she was uttering. And all the while she was getting her cervix knocked against and her tits mauled, Maria just relished that feeling of molding her greatest fan to her cock and marking her forever.

If not through her mind, through her gaped cunt.

Then the champion felt it, a strange pressure against her hands.

Ziggy's areolas, which until then had kept their prizes concealed, began to throb and before long her nipples finally emerged. The size of thumbs and engorged with milk, the fat nubs made for excellent handles. Maria certainly didn't hesitate, tugging on them to finally receive a great bounty of liquid pleasure.

That was enough however to finally make Ziggy wake up. She braved through the pleasure of finally being claimed, of finally being able to empty her breasts, to behold the erotic tableau it all made: her idol gorging herself on the most precious bounty Ziggy could give her.

She gasped and yet even more milk spurted from her nipples, her fertile womb just begging to be demolished by this prime cut of meat. Was this what heaven felt like?

Maria's teeth teasingly bit the girl's swollen udders - for what else could she call them - and she drank deep from that sweet, sweet, waterfalling milk that ran like a river. By now the champion's whole body was covered in the sweet scent of the hobgoblin most precious liquid and yet Ziggy knew she was far from reaching her limits, that she could keep turning herself into a broodmare for her lover.

That, however, was when something suddenly became different.

Maria's eyes, which until now had been pleasantly lost in a haze of lust, suddenly brightened and focused. She moaned deliriously, started to shake and move. Her cock pulsed, which wouldn't have been out of the ordinary if it also didn't thicken and stiffen. Ziggy undeniably felt it too, her tortured moans gaining an octave while she kept driving herself further down the tanned beauty's ballooning cock. But though the champion's cock grew, the hobgoblin felt the most intense transformation happen behind her: Maria's balls were swelling up at a rate never before seen, their plush heat rising up to squish against the grey slut's backside. Where previously they had been great tennis-balls now they more closely resembled cantaloupes, their great heaving bulk gurged audibly. And they showed no sign of stopping.

Until then, Ziggy's attention had been focused on her breasts and all the newly discovered pleasures her nipples and milk could bring. But with Maria now mashing her fat dick into her womb, Ziggy tried to breathe, to speak, to do anything but cum. But she couldn't, speared as she was on this fat cock. Her mouth opened without breath and her jaw hung slack, strands of drool dripping to the wet ground to mix with the milk she was spewing. She felt it all the way, punching through her guts and bulging all the way to in-between her tits, turning her into some sort of sextoy for Maria to manhandle.

The driver's cock had once been the size of Ziggy's forearm, it was now the size of her entire arm, and had gained in proportional thickness to match!

Her testicles were not to be ashamed of either, their great vascular bulk gurgling wider by the second until they finally plateaued at the size of softballs. They were a weight unlike any the hobgoblin had ever felt, hot and muskier than they'd been before

Ziggy felt tears trailing down her face. She was rapturously confused, she couldn't even recognize the ecstacy that wracked her body. She could feel every vein of Maria's cock, the way her balls swelled before releasing another liter of precum, each of the pulses before the driver's hips jerked up. She was so sensitive, so overexposed to this burning flame that was Maria that she looked at her own figure listlessly while falling to ashes. And she loved it. She tried to muster some semblance of control on her face but her mouth remained perpetually ajar while her tongue hung low, drooling all over her breasts.

It wasn't like Maria was doing any better though. Coursed with shivers and feeling a frenzy settling over her psyche, she was doing everything to contain the burst of lust inside of her and not just wreck the slutty hob. At least until she had a bit of time to adjust and-

That train of thought lasted until Maria saw Ziggy wiggling wildly, trying to drive herself deeper down. Even now, that damn slut wanted more?!

Then she was gonna give her more!

And indeed the champion didn't waste any time, pounding her relentlessly against the wall, folded that she was on the bench.

With her uncoiled hair streaming on her muscled back and her great thrusts, Maria was like a beast possessed. The sound of her balls slapping against the wooden slats made for the most enjoyable rhythm to stuff this eager slut. By now, she'd let go of Ziggy and was only supporting the writhing hob with her cock, her hands braced for support against the wall while she jackhammered the grey beauty's plush insides. Though the padding of the hob's ample ass made for a perfect cushion, the both of them could only marvel at the massive tube-like shape gouging the drooling bitch in two. Each of the pulsing veins ribbing the stiff chode dragged on the poor girl's abused hole and Maria had no doubt that from now on the hob would be ruined to cocks smaller than hers.

But that didn't stop her, far from it. The idea of owning her biggest fan, of turning her into a slut available at any time was so obscene, so decadent that it drove her to keep going.

It was a satisfaction beyond words to see Ziggy rise up then fall down jerkily back down on the bench, her vagina struggling to accommodate the massive shaft. The grey girl took it limply like a bitch, any hint of resistance or assistance pounded away by Maria's relentless pace and artful use of her great club. It continued to swell and was now so thick it felt close to bursting - its great length so vascular and angrily pulsing - and all the while, Ziggy's tits continued to drip their liquid love whenever she was squashed against the wall. Through it all, Maria felt the regular splash of the hobgoblin's femcum splattering on the wall and on her balls to finally mix with the mixture that was now liberally coating the ground.

The atmosphere was thick with the stench of sex and sweat, their uninterrupted rutting taking them to their utmost limits until they were either satisfied or simply couldn't continue anymore. And as much as she tried, Maria wasn't able to resist her incoming orgasm. She struggled to take a step back, to just take a breather when all of her senses were telling her to demolish the plush hole begging for more in front of her. Her foreskin covered head, which until now had been largely covered with her phimosis, finally emerged and swelled to accommodate it's newfound freedom. It was thus the rough feeling of her glans dragging on Ziggy's gaping tunnel that finally proved enough to push her over the edge.

Her fingers curled and uncurled in the air, desperate to find any sort of support yet finding none. She staggered back, the writhing hob impaled on her dick coming along with and now solely supported by Maria's gutbusting appendage. The driver's muscles were working on overdrive, her prostate clenching and unclenching to prepare the most virile serving of semen she'd ever brewed in her lifetime. All the while, Ziggy luxuriated in the feeling of being a living onahole for her most adored idol, of being stretched around her cock, of simply existing to receive her cum.

So when none came she got confused.

In a supreme effort of will, she managed to look her lover in the eyes, through the tears of exertion and ecstasy.

Maria was like a demon now, her black hair streaming around her and her skin a great violent red. Underneath her cock and squished by her knees, her testicles continued to swell. Her tongue darted to lick at the milk covering her and her eyes were unfocused, her entire being clenched so tight it was obvious what she was doing, even before she spoke the words with strangled breaths. She was stopping herself from orgasming just yet.

"I... I wanna cum inside, please... Let me claim you... Please!"

In this moment, held aloft only by the greatest - and only - cock she'd ever known, Ziggy saw the whole of Maria's character. Even now, even after all this time, all this bluster, she was a woman of principle who knew what she desired.

The hobgoblin interlaced her hands with Maria's and planted a deep kiss on her harrowed champion before gasping out her assent.

"Do it, claim me as your trophy."

Though Maria's bellow of release was muffled by the goblin's lips meeting her own and Ziggy's tongue ravenously claiming her, her body wasn't so easily calmed.

Her fingers clenched and almost crushed Ziggy's before she barely caught herself and then she used them to steady her mind through the psyche-shattering orgasm she was going through. Her eyes were stinging with the sweat running into them, tears from the effort and sensations making them unfocused and yet through it all she locked gazes with her love, the familiar glint of those amber jewels guiding her through it all.

Instead, the driver felt herself sink to her knees - squishing her massive testicles in the process - and deliver the biggest cumshot sh'd ever produced. The sensation of the liquid fire coursing through her cock, liters upon liters of hot semen ready to erupt in an instant in the ravenous hob's eager cunt. A first burst entered the goblin and already her belly looked bloated; though her womb was currently being pried open by Maria's cock, it clearly wasn't enough as it eagerly accepted all the semen the champion deposited in it.

The transformation was startling, Maria could feel the cum running through her length finally explode in her lover, making her abdomen swell in great spurts. And even if the goblin eagerly received all the cum that was fed to her womb, she obviously wasn't bottomless.

One could have been mistaken for thinking so given how incredibly large it had become but soon the hob felt the pressure intensify until it slowly became unbearable. Slowly but surely, she felt herself lifted up by the force of the tanned beauty's successive cumshots even as the driver leaned back thoughtlessly. Though Maria's brain was slowly getting fried by the uninterrupted orgasm, she nonetheless managed to stay standing until Ziggy finally couldn't hold anymore cum, even as her arms fell limp to her sides.

With a great splatter, the hob was thrown off the towering cock she'd been stuck on to land in a veritable pool of cum and milk. She was barely thrown down there that Maria pounced by her side, gorging herself on the milk the goblin's wobbling tits were still generously dispensing. The driver's erect cock slid on the tiles, sometimes clenching and rising before falling back and splattering everything to its sides.

Still, she concentrated on the bounty of milky grey flesh in front of her as she repositioned herself - and her cock - to suck on the hob's nipples. They were thick and pulsing, disgorging a great bounty of milk into her mouth even without her needing to press on them... she still did of course, if only to enjoy Ziggy's wails of pleasure.

Much like before, her cock underneath rose and fell but this time it was battering the grey sexpot's swollen womb, as if trying to penetrate it from the side. Ziggy let out a moan each and every time the fat appendage struck her belly and caused a small flood of cum to drool out of her gaping lips. This continued for a while, Maria becoming entranced by the delightfully hypnotic flavor of Ziggy's milk which, even as she was near collapsing from exhaustion, gave her an unnatural amount of energy.

All the while, her slowly flagging genitals slowly regained their full power: her balls, which for a while had limply been resting into the lurid mixture covering the ground now clenched again with a renewed vigor while her slowly softening cock was now hard as steel again. The great fleshy battering ram, which was now being torturously held up by Maria's straining perineum, rose up to slowly bob before her and that very sight alone proved enough to reignite her desire for more sexual degeneracy.

Maria slowly stood up, her whole being in a contented daze. She looked down on her cock which was now so big as to be beyond her wildest dream, rivaling that of minotaurs and particularly well known satyrs. And beneath, surrounded by a halo of pure white, laid Ziggy.

Even past the calling of her mind-warping member, Maria had to admit that the hobgoblin was exceedingly beautiful. She had a cute personality, a seductive hidden streak and a downright decadent figure - and that was before Maria had dumped enough cum in her to impregnate a full sorority.

But still, she wasn't satisfied with just this once and neither was Ziggy, judging by the intense euphoria etched on the hob's face. Maria glanced at the goblin's face one last time before kicking her on her back, her rough treatment vindicated by the hob's happy babble. The motion highlighted just how tremendously blessed with her figure Ziggy had been, that she could roll over like a ball simply due to how full and plump she was... then again her wildly oversized belly helped in that regard.

As the dazed hob came to rest on said belly, Maria idly noted the expanse of her ass jiggling appealingly, the flow of white cum framing it quite appealingly. She'd never... well okay: she had once messed with anal on her own and while the sensations had been pleasing, they'd also been so strange that she'd never tried again.

Ziggy however? Maria hid a sinister grin; that slut sounded like she'd enjoy something like that.

Kneeling just behind the hobgoblin, Maria let her turgid cock fall on the small of Ziggy's back and holy shit, what a treat that was!

It needed to be said how accommodating her plush pillows were, their sinful softness almost tempting the ravenous driver to worship them for a spell but in the end her ballooning libido won out.

With her hands and feet dipping in the sordid mixture, and her cock poised to wreck open Ziggy's ass, Maria must have looked like a beast. It didn't help that her black hair still draped her while her drooling cock and monstrous testicles defied the imagination, giving her the appearance of a demon of old.

She slowly lowered herself to inbetween the hob's cheeks and, nudging her throbbing appendage to the side so she could see the magnificent hole she'd be servicing, began to make out with it. Her tongue, though shorter and stubbier, was still more than enough to tease and awaken it: before long the dark grey rim was delicately yawning open while Ziggy gnawed on her fingers to avoid moaning again. She lost herself in it, and was only kept awake by the fire she felt in her crotch, the promise of a succor from the burning lust she felt. She leaned back with a gasp, having almost forgotten to breathe by this point and was met with a particularly pleasing sight.

Ziggy had somehow managed to summon what little strength remained in her arms, and was clapping her hands on her cheeks to spread them apart. That said it would have been ridiculous to assume the hob was ready for an ordeal quite as intense as the one the champion had ready for him. And yet.

Maria didn't waste any time in trying her luck, pressing her slick head against the diminutive hole. The vast difference in size didn't help, neither did the slick ground upon which she almost slipped but slowly and surely she managed to jam herself in. The hole was luxurious but oh so tight, so sinfully tight that Maria has to force herself in.

The groans of discomfort coming from the hob soon turned to ecstasy, her gurgles of pleasures turning strangled as the air was driven from her lungs. She'd never taken something that tremendously large and all the training she'd done prior was like dust before this unstoppable fucktrain, the pole slowly but surely progressing into her guts. It didn't help that as the massive cock gouged through her belly, she felt it press against the tiles and punch into her womb from behind.

And still, agonizingly slowly, Maria advanced, driving herself deeper and deeper.

The moment the champion hilted herself in the gibbering slut, Ziggy felt the colossal testicles impact her clit, driving her over the edge. If before her hole was accepting, the orgasm made it ravenous and Maria had to struggle to wrench her cock out of the hungering hole, barely holding on for a second before the sensations grew too powerful and she HAD to plow in once more.

With her thighs burning at the added weight dangling from her crotch, the half-savage driver felt herself full with an unnatural vigor, the kind only being drunk on sex and power could give you. Whatever the hell was in Ziggy's milk, she had taken its essence and made it her own and now was looking to give it back a thousandfold.

Her hands now mauled the limp shortstack's areolas, violently wringing all the milk that could be found within in great lascivious motions that had her toy begging for more.

All the while, she staggered forward step after step, her vigor and fatigue warring an internal war that was sure to leave her sore tomorrow... She managed to catch herself by leaning against the nearest wall and was pleasantly surprised to feel Ziggy's body heat pleasantly squishing against her: trapped between the wall and her tall lover: the hob was like a portable furnace.

The shortstack moaned and twitched limply with each wild thrust of Maria's hips, her weight now solely resting on the fat member piercing her insides and while she was so drunk with pleasure as to not feel anything else, the rhythmic fracas of her thighs meeting with the driver's swollen testicles made for the most hypnotics and delightful of drums.

Maria's pace intensified, her hips blurring as she drove them back and forth into Ziggy's with resounding claps. One of her hands finally left the wall where she'd pinned the hobgoblin but it was only to wrench the wench's lolling head backward so they could share a feral kiss.

Maria grunted in the throes of her ecstasy. Her testicles laboriously lifted up, her strained muscles struggling to handle her swollen bulk but somehow managing. Her muscles were screaming at her, the exhaustion like a blanket of fog over her entire being but through it all shone this one beacon of fire. She grunted and pressed herself against the wall, crushing a gurgling Ziggy in the process but that was soon not to be the case anymore.

Her grunts morphed into raw-throated moans as she first started spurting long ropes of cum into her lover, her cock swelling more than ever as she kept driving herself to new heights of passions. Each dollop of liquid fire passing through her urethra felt bigger than the last, the trickle soon turning into a torrent of seed.

At first the goblin's stomach merely swelled a bit, though it was already stretched around Maria's bludgeoning monster. Even squashed against the wall by her lover's body, Ziggy couldn't stop moaning but that soon stopped as she felt herself fill up with Maria's love, her midriff exploding in size and almost pushing the champion back. But the way her writhing limbs were pinned and she was treated like a toy... Maria hadn't ceased her rampage in the meantime and Ziggy was now treated to the most lurid sight of her belly pushing the ravenous driver back, who nonetheless kept thrusting into her.

Then she started feeling nauseous. That came second before a torrent of cum exploded out of her mouth and she slowly started to feel herself drift away.

From there on out, everything played as a blur. She dimly remembered Maria being knockbacked by Ziggy's still inflating belly and crashing to the group in a heap atop the puking goblin. That obviously hadn't stopped the champion since she'd began pounding with renewed vigor, perhaps she was enjoying the benefits of being able to fuck Ziggy atop her inflated belly.

Whenever she began to grow too large, the tanned woman would press atop her with all her weight and noisily delighted in the cum rushing out of the hob's abused orifices, before she inevitably tried to fill them in again.

It was during one of these moments that Ziggy finally, blessedly, lost consciousness.

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Grizby grumbled.

It wasn't like Ziggy, let alone Maria, to blow him off when he offered to spend time with them. It wasn't so much about the restaurant, he certainly could afford to take another reservation - they wouldn't mind given how generously he'd tipped them to make for the absence of the two.

Asking the rest of the crew had resulted in disinterested shrugs, which while understandable hadn't really helped the situation. Then he'd sent a tube to Maria's home but the steam-powered cylinder had soon come back with the seal intact so that ruled out her house...

He had a niggling suspicion that the pair had stayed behind, probably to discuss fuel mixtures or what have you.

He sighed. For all he loved racing and everything that came with it, the engineering considerations were so beyond him that he'd preferred to take on an management role, which worked for everybody concerned.

Once in a while though, he'd have to step in to make sure the pistonheads remembered to have food or that there was a race coming the next day.

Speaking off, it was time to head to the facility. Odds were, those two morons had stayed talking the entire night so he'd have to salvage what he could of the morning.

When he arrived at the warehouse and saw Maria's personal ride to the side, he knew that he'd gotten it right. While it wasn't as powerful or conspicuous as her race car, the mauve bullet was sleek and powerful, and in no way, shape or form stealthy. But if the pair was here, where exactly could they have gotten to?

He was coming back down from the lounge when he saw a hint of movement near the bathroom. He instantly hurried and caught his sister just as she was exiting.

Standing there like the most depraved of visions, Ziggy would have been the woman of many people's dreams:

Silencing a yawn, she withdrew her hand to reveal her ruined makeup and sleepy eyes, the remnant of her unending lovemaking session still present. A slight trail of blood could even be seen from one nostril, doubtlessly as a result of having her face pounded by the rabid dickgirl for hours on end.

The hob's breasts were even more swollen and sensitive than usual, their plumpness heaving up with every step and heavily resting on her absurdly ballooned belly. Ziggy ran a hand over them as she stepped back, letting her brother see the numerous bite marks and hickeys that covered them. It looked like she was pregnant with quintuplets, the streams of milk running from her swollen teats onto its expanse not quite helping in that case; her stomach hung so low and far forward that the poor girl had to waddle just to advance. The massive bulk of her belly almost obscured her gaped and drooling pussy which had been so savagely, thoroughly and sensually despoiled that it hung open, dripping folds yawning open in stark departure to the precious flower that Maria had first witnessed. From it flowed a mixture of thick cum and sweet juices, splattering on the tiled floor in great waves that made the raptured goblin shiver with bliss.

Though she recognized Grizby, she remained uncaring as to the sight she was presenting, perhaps too tired to even care about that.

"Oh hey big bro. Uh, sorry for the mess, I've been trying to drain Maria but so far... it's not going great." She tentatively put a hand on her backside and grimaced as the aches from being pounded all day long reverberated through her whole being. "Maybe, like, leave us a few hours to wrap it up and we can see when to grab lunch at some point."

"Uuuuuh, is she still alive?"

"With the amount of cum she's put in me? She better be if she wants to meet our children!" She shivered as yet another residual orgasm shook her frame. "God, she has such a donkey dick... I gotta marry her," she muttered with a dopey smile.

To his credit, Grizby remained mostly impassive.

"O-okay. So... you think she can get to training soon?"

He leaned to the side to get a better look of the situation: there Maria was, slouched on the bench with half-lidded eyes and her cock spurting yet more cum on the ground... which had only gotten more covered with it. The poor girl was visibly half-awake but that clearly wasn't stopping her from jerking off with unwavering fervor, come hell or highwater. Ziggy scoffed.

"We spent, like, yesterday afternoon and the whole night just fucking and she's not done draining herself... Forget hours, I'm gonna need DAYS to get all this stuff out of her!" she exclaimed, almost bumping her brother with her belly.

Grizby put his face in his hands and tried fruitlessly to silence the soul-rending groan coming from his deepest soul.

"With the next race in the championship today at 3pm?"

Ziggy blinked and looked at the nearest clock. It read 10 am.

"Ooooooh, fuck."

And Maria still hadn't washed her hair.