Kit bounced on their heels in the chill air. There was a bit more to bounce, as well. They wore a cropped camisole in heather green with a button-up flap at the center. At least, it was supposed to button up. The little wedge of space was wide open to reveal as much of their cleavage, cradled in the tight top as possible. A black bolero sweater covered their arms, but it wasn’t doing a much better job of keeping Kit warm than the unbuttoned top.

The extra-tight silver shorts riding up their backside probably didn’t help either, even with the dark pantyhose underneath. They were leftovers from a single night of pole dancing classes Kit had taken with some friends on a lark. They were also the sexiest bottom Kit apparently had in their apartment.

That seemed strange, somehow. Their wardrobe was shockingly bare, and what was there didn’t really “bare” much at all. Kit’s best guess was that they had forgotten their truly attractive attire at the laundromat or something. That seemed just like the sort of thing a silly ditz like them would do…

Oh well! At least the gold lipstick and eyeshadow they had applied with the rest of their makeup that morning drew the eye away from their frumpy costume. They could afford plenty of all-new outfits later with what they were making now. This was just an opportunity to buy loads and loads of clothes, even sexier than the skirts and dresses and things they definitely recalled wearing. Assuming they didn’t freeze to death first.

“Where the hell is she?” Vanessa whined. “We’ve been standing here for hours.”

She blew into her hands between sentences and jiggled a bit more than Kit as she moved around to keep warm. Well, she jiggled considerably more, but Kit tried not to think about that. Much.

At least her nipples weren’t visible anymore, though Kit could guess that Vanessa’s were still as hard as theirs just then. The celebrity racer had on something like a leather jacket crossed with a push-up bra. It hugged her tits from beneath and squeezed them into perfect, bouncing semicircles of pale flesh. 

Her soft belly would have followed suit, as the jacket quickly cut off with what looked like a skintight belt buckled around Vanessa’s ribs, but a triangle of vinyl indicated she was wearing something under the jacket. A shiny gold leotard poked out underneath to just barely cover a thin strip over her navel and not much else. The metallic material then disappeared into a pleated black skirt that would have left plenty of room to show off Vanessa’s thighs as well, except she had squeezed those into tall, high-heeled boots—flesh spilling over the tops where her curves refused to be contained.

“It’s only been, like, a few minutes,” Kit said. They still weren’t used to Vanessa addressing them directly, but the woman had been positively chatty with nobody else around. “That elevator seemed super slow too, y’know?”

“But what if she forgot we’re coming? Maybe I didn’t make enough of an impression the first time. I should probably call her to make sure.”

“Um, I don’t think she’d forget. Ms. Park seems, like, super smart. She runs a whole business and stuff.”

Vanessa started to nibble a long, black nail before thinking better of it. Perhaps it was the coffee she’d had to warm herself on the ride over, but she just felt so jittery in the presence of the concrete building. She wasn’t used to waiting. She found herself surprisingly impatient for Ms. Park to turn up and get things moving—to tell her what to do next. That would make things easier.

Kit just didn’t understand. Even in their cheap clothes, they looked so pretty and happy and at ease. Ms. Park seemed to appreciate that easy calmness. She was already giving them more attention than Vanessa. Even with her money and influence, she would have to work extra hard to be Ms. Park’s favorite.

Then she would be the real one in charge, just as planned. Or at least in the spotlight, getting all the attention, which was more-or-less the same thing. If Ms. Park approved.

Gosh, she really hoped Ms. Park approved. That would be good, too. 

Kit wasn’t having a much easier time than Vanessa, though they were more relaxed. Too relaxed, they occasionally thought. They twirled a finger around one long bang by their temple. The back and sides were tied up in a gold ribbon.

Maybe that, or the cold, or being constantly distracted by Vanessa was why it was so hard to focus. Their scalp began to tingle pleasantly if they stopped concentrating for too long, which only made it even harder to pick up their train of thought the next time, and the next, and the next... It was like they wanted to focus; they just couldn’t access the usual length of their attention span. And the more that happened, the less they wanted to try in the first place.

“There you pretty things are!” came the voice of Ms. Park. She had opened the double doors while the pair was turned away. Her presence came with a wave of immense relief and comfort as warm air circled both drivers. “Come inside before you freeze.”

They did. Gladly. Though they continued to visibly shiver. Standing next to Ms. Park seemed to help. Having been inside longer, she radiated body heat that the pair drank up eagerly. Not to mention, she smelled so good. That was a plus.

The team’s owner had abandoned much of her suit from the other day. She was still the only one of them wearing pants, with brown suspenders tugged over her shoulders, but the vest and suit jacket were gone, replaced with a white dress shirt.

It was transparent enough that Kit and Vanessa could just see the outline of a red, lacy thing underneath, wrapping two substantial tits that had been hidden the day before. Not that they needed to look that hard. Ms. Park had several buttons undone and let her bra peek out at the inside edges. She must have also splashed some of her perfume there. The scent came especially strongly if the two teammates found themselves focused on the little window of flesh.

“Glad you could make it,” she continued. “We’ve got a busy, busy day ahead, so why don’t you both just listen up and follow me?”

“Hey, wait!” Vanessa said. “Where do you get off making us wait outside so long? Again!”

Ms. Park did not wait. Nor did she answer. She started towards the elevator and beckoned them along.

Kit shrugged and began walking. Vanessa stamped a boot, making quite the impotent sound in her delicate heels. “Get back here this instant and answer me! I’m a Vanden, dammit, and I—”

Vanessa cut herself off with a shiver—not just from the cold she felt on her skin, but from the disappointed look Ms. Park shot back in her direction. The manager put a gentle arm on Kit’s shoulder to warm them, and Vanessa realized the awful truth: She was already falling behind. Kit had already beat her to the elevator and Ms. Park’s approval.

What had made her think she could be so mouthy? Her name? That wasn’t good enough to make up for her weaknesses; she had to work harder to win. She wobbled after them as quickly as she could in her impractical footwear, picking up the pace as the elevator door threatened to shut without her. Ms. Park sighed as she pressed the hold button to let Vanessa filter inside. To the racer, the sound was far more chilling than any winter air outside.

“That’s better,” Ms. Park finally said. “It’s much nicer here where we’re all cozy and close, isn’t it. Now, what were you saying, Vanessa?”

Vanessa, who was doing her best not to breathe heavily at the surprise exertion of her jog, puttered.

“H-Huh? Er, yes. Right! I was saying that you can’t j—”

The elevator’s soft, familiar music began as it lurched suddenly to life. Vanessa was already off-balance. Now, she tipped forward. She likely would have caught herself. It wasn’t that big of a stumble. But Ms. Park was faster—more assertive—and put an arm around the girl's bare waist to steady her.

This drew Vanessa in close. Too close. Her chin rested on one tight suspender while her cheek was drawn into Ms. Park’s soft, warm chest. She gasped slightly and breathed in a big whiff of wonderful, steaming perfume.

Maybe she was more out of breath than she had thought. She suddenly felt lightheaded as she gasped. Dizzy, even. Besides that, though, she also realized Ms. Park had reached out to support her. To hold her. She was paying attention to her. Vanessa leaned into the embrace even more, grateful for the attention her little dizzy spell had won. Music continued wafting over her while she enjoyed the comforting pose.

“Careful there,” Ms. Park chided. Her expression papered over her next words with a sugary smile. “I’m told these new elevators need time to settle. I’ll ask again: What were you whining about?”

“Uhhh,” Vanessa burbled. “What? Was I... saying something?”

Ms. Park’s expression soured as she clicked her tongue. “Vanessa. I’m surprised at you.”

The manager motioned to Kit with her free hand. She still hadn’t removed the other from Vanessa’s waist, where it felt soft and warm and oh-so firm on her hip. The thumb rested gently on the top of the smaller woman’s skirt in such a way that, with just a little adjustment, Ms. Park could slide the digit past Vanessa’s waistband. If she wanted to…

“You make such a fuss and don’t ever have anything to back it up. You should really take a lesson from your teammate here. If you don’t have anything intelligent to say, don’t say anything at all!”

“H-Huh?” Kit snapped back to reality. “What was that?”

Damn. They had spaced out again. They had been staring at their reflection in the polished gold of the elevator doors since the music had started, thinking about different kinds of outfits they might try for the rest of the week after they bought them. They had only caught the last few words of Ms. Park’s statement.

Something about their boss saying they didn’t have anything intelligent to say irked them, but… She wasn’t exactly wrong, was she? Kit was acting like such a ditz that morning, and the elevator was warm and cozy and relaxing and… Well, dressing up was super fun and made them totally happy, but it wasn’t exactly the topic of intelligent conversation. Even a bimbo could dress sexy, and they weren’t smart at all!

Kit thought about a happy, sexy bimbo trying to think. They giggled at the notion. Bimbos really had it all figured out. They got to be happy, dizzy ditzes all day long! Nobody minded as long as they looked pretty and happy.

More like yes body, no mind. Just like a bimbo! They giggled again at their little internal “joke.”

“Having fun, Kit?” Ms. Park asked.

“Uh-huh,” Kit agreed. Then they turned to Ms. Park and Vanessa with a start. Again with the spacing out. Jeez. “Oh! I mean, like, yeah. I guess it’s okay to not have any, like, smart thoughts. Um, that’s what you were asking about, right?”

“Close enough, sweetie,” said Ms. Park. Kit beamed. “You’re both part of Team Oberhoff now. I told you I trust you to do your jobs, yes? Well, my job is managing you . I’m here to guide and direct so that you both only need to worry about doing what you do best!”

Vanessa nodded against her pillow. Ms. Park squeezed her tighter, and the driver felt a wave of excitement pass through her. Kit blinked for a moment, but finally made an affirmative sound before staring forward again.

“As team owner, I always have your very best interests at heart, so don’t worry about a thing. Everything that happens here is perfectly normal and good, and designed to let you do what you do best. Speaking of which…”

The elevator door dinged open to release the trio. Vanessa didn’t want to be released, of course, but Ms. Park nudged her forward with a brush of fingers on the small of her back.

Kit took the longest to realize the elevator had stopped at all. Ms. Park eventually snapped her fingers before Kit’s eyes, causing them to blink rapidly before taking the final few embarrassed steps into the hallway.

Said hallway brought them right back to the training room from the previous day. The modified racing chairs were still there, of course. But the attendants were different. This time, the room was staffed by a woman with a wave of kinky black hair shaved on one side. The other woman also had voluminous hair, but hers was dyed bright blue. All the better to contrast the piercings at her nose and navel between various multicolored tattoos.

You could see them all thanks to the string one-piece swimsuits each woman wore. They were thong-like numbers that pulled upwards in a long, thin V of material to just about cover the nipples. Each woman wore a tiny gold jacket, as well—not too dissimilar from Kit’s sweater, but these read “OBERHOFF” down one sleeve and sported a checkered flag pattern down the other. 

Neither jacket was even close to large enough to wrap shut around the women’s massive tits, so they remained unzipped and off to the side, more like cute accessories than anything that provided real coverage. Similarly, each woman wore a thick belt buckled around their hips. It did nothing to hide their apple-round asses or the skin exposed around the thong bottom at the front. It merely suggested that maybe they were wearing more clothes than you might notice at first glance, when clearly they were not. Plastic platform heels finally made them stand almost as tall as Ms. Park and Kit.

“Morning, girls,” Ms. Park greeted them. The pair rose to quiet, smiling attention—outrageous chests puffed out as if for inspection. “Everything ready for today?”

“Yes, ma’am!” said the blue-haired one in a low and sultry voice. “All set!”

With both women standing so straight, Kit was easily able to notice a cute little package bulging inside the tattooed woman’s deep V of a garment. It was standing at attention, too, they realized, before giggling at the mental image of what lay beneath.

Vanessa frowned, but didn’t say anything. She just stood up a little bit straighter—presenting her own chest (which would have been categorized as quite substantial under any other circumstances) forward, as if she was expected to show off her tits as well.

“Good girls,” Ms. Park cooed. “Alright, you two. Have a seat!”

The monokini-clad women began guiding the pair of drivers to their chairs, just as the other two had done before. 

“What? Huh? W-Wait!” Kit stumbled over their words as they protested, but didn’t stop walking. “You said we needed to get more attention. I thought that meant, like, publicity stuff.”

“That comes after,” Ms. Park explained. “You both need some serious media training first. The girls will get you something to help things along.”

“Y-Yes,” Vanessa agreed after a pause. Though her face looked even more puzzled than Kit’s. “Obviously. But, um, isn’t this just for employee orientation and things? I thought we were finished with that. Uh… Ma’am.”

The racers were plopped into their seats before Ms. Park could continue. Then the two technicians, or models, or whatever they were, swung the headsets back into position over their eyes. The women left them to their devices, which, even deactivated, filled both drivers with an undeniable sense of calm and safety under the now-familiar pressure on their scalps.

“Oh, no. It’s all in your contracts. In addition to competing on behalf of Team Oberhoff, you also agreed to help us test Oberhoff’s new training hardware as we calibrate it for a variety of lesson plans. Two birds with one stone and all that. Which you know all about, of course, because you did read your contracts, didn’t you?”

Vanessa bit her lower lip as she tried to recall what little she had skimmed of the document. 

“Calibrate…” Kit echoed slowly. “So, it’s not, like, finished yet?”

“Oh no,” Ms. Park countered. “Not entirely. I promise, you’ll know when you’re finished.”

The Oberhoff race queens returned with two large cups perforated by thick straws. One for Vanessa and Kit each. Through the plastic and perspiration, the pair could see that it was bubble tea. Kit began to read the twirly pink logo on the side, letter by letter.

“What the heck is the… B-R-O-O-S—?”

Ms. Park cut them off. “Our first sponsor! They’re a smaller brand, but very well-reviewed. Not to mention, Oberhoff has a bit of a… backroom partnership with them. From now on, you’ll both be expected to drink this in public.”

Ms. Park’s walking billboards handed the cold cups to Vanessa and Kit. The drivers gave each other matching looks of confusion.

“But we’re not, like, in public,” Kit helpfully indicated. “Why do we need— Uhhhh…”

The pair’s confused expressions quickly turned to surprise as two sets of headphones were lowered over their ears. Surprise further melted into open-mouthed serenity as the concentrated music began to play.

Then the headsets flickered to life. Pink rings began to glow—both on the screen and in the seated figure’s eyes, which widened to invite their further calming presence.

The sensation was more soothing than blinking, so they didn’t even bother closing their eyes.

“Like I said, everyone on Team Oberhoff serves many different functions. Just like you two! You’re drivers, yes, but you’re also expected to serve as advertising. That’s how teams like ours make money. That means sponsors, and sponsors need you to know our investments are familiar with the product.”

“Uhhh…” Kit attempted drowsily. “So we just, like, drink?”

They brought the thick straw to their mouth slowly. It felt silly to drink something chilled on such a cold day, but they supposed that was the cost of doing business.

The mixture was fruity, thick, and surprisingly delicious. They sealed their gold-painted lips tighter on the straw and sucked and sucked and sucked… Gooey pearls fled upward into their mouth as they swallowed as fast as they could drink.

“Oh, sweetie. Not like that.”

Ms. Park moved to take the drink out of Kit’s hands, dragging a trail of drool through the sweet straw.

“Buh?” Kit mumbled. “But I was— Huh? Wuz wrong?”

The tea must have been extremely caffeinated. Kit already felt a happy buzz mingle with the tingle in their brain. If they had had trouble focusing before, it suddenly felt impossible now, with the giddy feeling suddenly assaulting the remaining brain cells they had firing on all cylinders that morning.

Lucky for them, the funny, buzzy feeling seemed to be spreading to their lips and down into their tummy, stopping around the chest to settle in their titties as well. It didn’t make it any easier to think, but it did feel really super-duper good!

“We have specialists for this sort of thing,” Ms. Park added. “Our social media team assures us this pose has been all the rage online, and guaranteed to garner you both as much attention as possible. Especially when used by two celebrities like yourselves. Here you are.”

Ms. Park tugged open Kit’s camisole at the top, giving the tall woman a fine view down to their breasts.

“Heeyyy,” Kit said playfully. “You can’t just lookit my titties without asking first! Thaz not— Mmmff!”

Ms. Park did not look—at least, not for long. Instead, she saddled the plastic cup between Kit’s modest boobs and angled the straw towards their mouth. Then they nudged Kit’s head forward, back into sucking position.

Almost reflexively, Kit took another sip. Then a longer pull. Then they were siphoning as intently as before, eyes rolling up in their head to look up at their boss. The suction brought something else to the surface, as well: a thought, or perhaps a memory. Something about sucking. It just felt so natural for them!

“That’s better,” Ms. Park declared. “Okay, Vanessa! Your turn.”

The blue-haired woman took Vanessa’s cup next and rested it gently on her jugs. It wasn’t exactly difficult; there was much more space to work with on Vanessa than Kit. 

“Are you, umm, sure this is what they said t’do?” asked Vanessa. “This seems so… It’s so trashy!”

Just as with the other driver, Ms. Park slid over herself and did the honors of (rather firmly) pushing Vanessa’s lips around the straw. She sputtered a bit while she began to sip without further protest. Slowly, at first, then much more insistently as she also discovered just how delicious the thick stuff was. A tiny moan escaped through her pressed lips as they sucked and sucked, and the tingly feeling Kit had already experienced began to permeate her as well.

Once each driver was happily draining their cup, the attendants moved back out of sight. The pink circles were all that was left to tug at the racers’ vision while they dutifully slurped away in anticipation of their training.

“Welcome to session two,” said the friendly, soothing, androgynous voice. “Please pay careful attention for the duration of your session.”

Both drivers made affirmative noises.

“Just as with session one, there are no wrong answers,” the voice explained. “We will simply give you the correct ones. You will agree wholeheartedly and to the best of your ability.”

“Okaaay,” Kit blurted. “Oops!”

A drained cup of bubble tea bumped off their chin as they spoke. Already empty, it tumbled harmlessly down into their lap as they spoke. They tilted their eyes briefly away from the image before them to try and catch it, but Ms. Park tutted.

“That won’t do, either, Kit,” she said. “Just because you’re not very smart doesn’t mean you don’t need to pay attention to your lessons.”

“Whoopsie! I’m, like, super sorry,” Kit gasped. “I didn't mean to, Ms. Park!”

Vanessa slowly tilted her head to glance at the commotion.

“So you’re a ditz and a klutz,” she mused. “I guess that’s why I’m the real star here after all.”

“A ditz and a klutz,” Kit giggled, their accident already forgotten. “Hey, that kinda rhymes!”

“Vanessa,” Ms. Park said sternly. “You should focus on your own training if you want to stay competitive. You wouldn’t want to fall behind, would you?”

“Uhm, n-no, ma’am…”

The pair promptly returned to staring straight ahead, lightly burning lips forming circles of dazed fascination once again as they calmed back down. Fresh plastic tubes were plugged back into their waiting holes, and they reflexively sucked and drained.

“Just to be safe,” Ms. Park said. “Let’s lock you in nice and snug. Girls, if you don't mind?”

The bouncing women leaned over Kit and Vanessa. Their fat, full tits dropped in front of both blinkered drivers. Kit’s eyes only drooped and rose asymmetrically inside their helmet, unaware of the show.

Vanessa simply exclaimed “H-Hey!” as the girls snapped the two seated drivers into their chairs by the wrists. There were some sort of retractable cuffs built into the armrests that neither of them had noticed before.

Vanessa wanted to raise a bigger stink, but quickly lost her train of thought as the dark-haired woman knelt down, back out of sight, and she was completely absorbed by the pretty pink circles yet again.

More restraints were secured to Kit and Vanessa’s ankles. Finally, the jiggling attendants rose to fasten a collar around each of their subject’s throats—forcing the drivers to sit up straight, eyes and breasts forward, with no easy way to knock over their sponsored drinks. They could arch their bodies outward, but the seats prevented them from pulling back while the restraints kept their extremities from squirming. Combined with the familiar surety of the visors on their heads, the bonds were almost reassuring. 

“That’s better,” said Ms. Park. “Now we can continue.”

“You’re feeling very, very relaxed,” the deep voice added inside Kit’s headphones. “You feel wonderfully tingly and dizzy. Just like a good and ditzy bimbo should. If you feel funny, doesn’t that just mean you’re having fun? You don’t need to think or worry about that. It’s easier to relax and have fun.”

Kit tried to nod, but failed with the collar holding their posture in place. They went back to sucking.

It didn’t matter anyway. The voice was right. It knew it was right. Everything it said was true and one of Kit’s own thoughts, so how could it not be?

They felt wonderful. All tingly and dizzy and relaxed. Just like a happy little ditz. Just like, erm, that other thing. Maybe. Just a little…

“That’s a good bimbo,” the machine praised. “Bimbos don’t think or worry about pesky things like work or rent, the past or the future. They live in the present, dressing up to have fun all day! How can you possibly worry about tomorrow when it takes all your energy just to make other people as happy as you are in the moment, right now?”

That was so true, Kit thought. Bimbos were like that. Kit themself had barely been able to keep a single thought in their happy head for more than a moment! Making people happy all day would take, well, all day.

“That’s why it’s important to use your body instead of your brain when making people happy. Your mind can worry, and try to remind you about nasty things you used to worry about, but if you use your body—by dressing like a slut, for instance—you can make people happy just by letting them look at you. They might even get horny, which is extra, double fun!”

Well, duh! What was dressing like a slut for, if not to make other people horny? That was, like, what being slutty meant. Everybody knew that. Even Kit.

“You like to help people have just as much fun as you, so that must mean you like making people horny. You want to have fun with them, Kit. You want everyone to be happy and horny all the time, just like you’re happy and horny all the time. It’s just another way to have fun—one that doesn’t need you to think. You can just let your bimbo body spread the fun while your dizzy, ditzy, itty bitty brain relaxes and tingles and melts away.”

Sweet saliva poured down Kit’s lolling tongue as their bubble tea was replaced again. They giggled and drooled and stared as a familiar pressure pushed against the front of their shorts. That was funny. Their cock was getting hard, but their brain felt tingly and soft and almost… empty? Oh well! If it felt funny, they must be having fun! They were horny now; their brain getting all mushy and melting away sounded like a problem for later, and Kit didn’t like thinking about later. Only fun stuff like clothes and makeup seemed to stick in their thoughts.

Hehehe… Stick. That word really “stuck” in their mind, too. It made Kit think of the pretty little bulge the tattooed girl was hiding. Stick, shaft, rod… It all just came back to cock, they realized. Cock was important to a bimbo like them. Maybe they should just let their body take over and let their cock do the thinking for them instead of their brain.

“Have fun with your body, Kit. Have fun with other people’s bodies. Cock, cunt, tongue, titties: it doesn’t matter. It all makes you horny, so it’s all fun. It makes you feel funny and happy and weak in the head.”

Their own cock was part of their body. They could use it to make other people happy. People with cocks, people with cunts, people with titties and tongues. Maybe all of the above! Horny was just another kind of happy. Bimbos didn’t need brains to be happy. 

“You’re just a silly bimbo who fucked and sucked their way to a job where they didn’t have to think. Now that you have it, you can really cut loose. Let your brain melt away while your body has fun, fun, fun fucking and sucking and being the best bimbo you can be!”

Kit… couldn’t quite understand what the voice was saying anymore. The words just floated around their mushy mind, pushing the slurry of half-formed thoughts down the drain. Maybe that was why their belly felt so warm and their cock felt so full—ready to be stroked, ready to burst. Just like they had done to get this job. The memory was hazy, but distinctly there. Sucking and fucking and giggling and jiggling in tight little outfits that made their body scream, “I’m a whore! Come take what you want!” even as their mind dulled to just above a whisper. Just like they were sucking their straw right now! No wonder it felt so natural, so familiar.

“That’s a good bimbo. Just relax and listen and let that meaningless little bimbo brain pop like a pretty pink bubble. Boring words from your past and future, like ‘identity’ and ‘dreams’ are too big to fit inside a silly slut’s mind like yours, so just let them burst and float away. Just fuck and suck and do as you’re told, and your body will have so much more fun.”

The pink rings continued to bounce off Kit’s glassy eyes as they sucked and stared. There was nothing else to do. They couldn’t move if they wanted to, couldn’t think except with their cock, so they just listened. Forget dreams. Forget identity… Don’t think. Just a bimbo. Listen. Look. Relax. Stupid. Suck. Fuck.

Boba bubbles filled their belly while flickering images filled their mind: memories of how they had tried super-duper hard to drive racecars. It had seemed like so much fun! But it was super tough for a bouncy, brainless blow-up doll like Kit, too. It required passion and dreams! They were too horny to focus on complicated stuff like that—especially when Kit got distracted by thinking about how much fun it would be to fuck and suck any crew and coworkers that might take them, distracting them in turn by offering them a little one-on-one “maintenance.” It was a real no-brainer to just do what made everyone happiest—just fuck and suck and be the best eye candy a bimbo could be. A no-brainer: perfect for their brainless bimbo body.

Being a bimbo was just so much fun!

A few feet away, Vanessa appeared to be having decidedly less fun. Her finely cut nails dug into the leather armrests of her driver’s seat, indicating intense discomfort that the technicians behind her tried to sooth with a few adjustments to their equipment.

“Hello Vanessa,” said the deep, soothing voice. “Have you been the best whore you can be?”

Vanessa groaned with surprise as the sound was joined by a wave of pleasure at the back of her brain. She didn’t stop slurping, of course. Kit already had a headstart on her, so she couldn’t let up now if she wanted to win. No matter how tingly her lips and limbs and tea-chilled breasts became.

“We’ll take that as a yes,” the voice continued. “That is the correct answer, after all, and you wouldn’t want to fail now. Not when you’ve come so far. You always agree to every opportunity—every advantage—that might help you finally win at something. You don’t have the confidence to say no and lose your one and only chance to get ahead.”

Vanessa’s eyes grew wider and pinker as she considered the machine’s words. She wanted to agree—wanted to win. Saying no would only slow her down, and Kit was already so far ahead…

“That’s why you’ve always looked up to whores so much, Vanessa.”

"Mmm?” She mumbled her surprise at this newfound revelation about herself into her straw.

"That's right. Whores will do anything to get what they want. They'll fuck and suck and debase themselves for money, fame, attention... It’s just another kind of advantage. Another way to compete. And you do so love to compete, so that must mean you love to fuck. Just like a whore. Just look at you sucking away now. Sucking because Ms. Park told you to, and because Kit might suck better than you if you stop. Sucking because it’s your best way to win. Because it’s your best way for a loser like you to compete with your fellow whores. Just like Kit sucked and fucked their way ahead of you and made Ms. Park so very proud.”

She knew it! Of course Kit had fucked and sucked their way to the top. It was the only way a whore like them could have caught Ms. Park’s eye. And, well… Who could blame them? Vanessa was having so much fun sucking away at Ms. Park’s command even now. Just like the whores Vanessa envied. Just like Kit…

She… would never do that, of course. She was Vanessa Vanden! 

“Whether it’s on a straw or a cock or a clit or anything else Ms. Park says. You’d suck and fuck all day just to feel like a winner. It always feels like winning, just like when you said yes to your contract. Just like when you agreed to let Ms. Park be your new owner. You need an owner. Someone confident who can tell a subby, pliant little slut like you what to say yes to. What to suck. Who to fuck. That way, you can keep on feeling like a winner all the time!”

Vanessa took shallow breaths through her straw, lips tight around the tip and cheeks sunken into a ridiculous shape. Her cup needed refilling, but that didn’t stop her from sucking. She had to keep going. She had to beat Kit!

“Yes,” she gasped as her empty tea was taken away. “Gotta win. Whatever Ms. Park says! Imma a good whore! I wa— Mmghf!”

A new tube was placed between the buzzing loop of her lips, and she went back to sucking even more furiously than before. How many drinks was Kit up to now, with their unfair head start? There was no way for Vanessa to turn her head and check. She had to keep listening. Keep sucking. Keep looking at the pink rings. Keep remembering what a pliant, subby little tramp she had to be if she wanted to win. Everyone might think she was a loser, but she would simply work harder to prove them wrong!

“Good girl. You’ll do exactly as you’re told, just like you always do. Just the way you picture. Just think of all those people who gave you more money, more fame, only for you to stay the horny, hopeless little sex addict you are. They all think you’re a total lost cause, but it’s so fun to win, to be rewarded, to have your new owner praise you for being a good, competitive little nympho.”

“Mmhmmm…” Vanessa agreed. It was the closest Vanessa could get to saying yes. “Nngh~!” 

She was always so easy. So open. So ready to debase herself with cock and cum and her tongue down a sopping cunt if it got her what she wanted. Which, as it turned out, always seemed to be more of the same. Everyone else around her used their money and power to have sex with her, so it only made sense that she should do the same. It was a competitive, never-ending race to the top that only Vanessa seemed to realize was even better when you loved what you did to get there. She had to be the best whore she could be, or someone else—probably Kit—would beat her to it.

That must have been why her mouth and tummy and brain felt so good as sweet tea made her body feel heavy and slow, while fast-moving images zipped through her head. She couldn’t quite tell what the pictures were, but they seemed more and more familiar—more comforting, too—as she observed. Meanwhile, the thick, sticky straw made her think of slurping and licking her way to further fame and fortune. 

She had always been part of a rich family, of course, but she needed to make a name for herself, too! She had the potential to be one of the best fuckholes in the business. Ms. Park was so lucky to recognize her talent, and she was lucky to have an owner willing to help her achieve her full potential.

Vanessa felt like such a winner!

It took a few minutes for Vanessa and Kit to notice the glowing pink headsets had been folded out of the way, or that the boba cups on their titties had been removed and not replaced. In that time, they just stared into space, held upright by their restraints even as they drooled artificially sweetened saliva down their cleavage in unison.

Ms. Park let them rest like that. She knew that the sights and sounds (perhaps even the taste) of implanted thoughts were still looping in their fizzling minds.

Eventually, though, she had to snap her fingers. This did nothing to attract the attention of the would-be racers. However, it did prod the two attendants to start removing their bindings. Kit and Vanessa blinked rapidly as they were released—suddenly and begrudgingly rousing from their new “memories.”

“How was it?” Ms. Park asked. “I assume you’re both feeling quite refreshed, given how much you drank, and now have a better understanding of your own… tastes.”

“R’fessed,” Vanessa mumbled. “Yesssh…”

Kit descended into giggles. They pointed at Vanessa before trying to make their own mouth work.

“You shound shooo funny. Oh! Sho do I, huh.”

More giggles followed. They weren’t quite sure what was so funny, but not even knowing was kinda funny, too, in its own way! Giggling made their whole body feel good, so it only made sense to do it more and more.

“Wuzza?” Vanessa muttered. “H’come m’sho…”

Realizing her wrists were free, she moved to touch her tingling mouth.

She found quite a steady stream of saliva still draining down the middle. It was no wonder, either. Two soft, puffy pillows greeted her fingers. The shape was so different that she had to set her mouth differently to close it all the way. Her lips were at least twice as large and full as they had been when she sat down. Except…

Vanessa listed forward as she recalled a firm, friendly, feminine hand on her head—guiding her back and forth along a lipstick-stained cock. She could see her bee-stung cushions painted the same, deep red as the rings out of the corner of her eye while they stretched and trailed down her rich friend’s length. The lips were big and thick and full and constantly wet. Perfect for sucking. Just the way she had always liked them! Just the way she could suddenly remember paying for them to be…

In the present day, she licked those same lips, as she did in the memory, recalling how good it had felt to successfully make her friend cum between her cock pillows. Her reward for a job well done. By contrast, the idea that she hadn’t always had such an optimal cocksucking hole dissolved into pixie dust.

Vanessa finally spoke out loud again. More carefully this time, so as not to slur her words.

“It wuz… Umm, yeah! I feel… great! That was, uh, really good.”

Ms. Park smiled down at her. Vanessa felt soft heat rise between her thighs at the expression. The team owner seemed happy with her response! Finally, a victory over Kit—even just a small one. She wanted so badly to please her owner in other ways.

“Totally,” Kit finally agreed. “I feel, like, really tasty! Wait, no. I mean… The stuff was super tasty!”

They began to stand up out of their chair. Vanessa scowled at them for moving without Ms. Park’s permission, but it wasn’t her place to say anything. Besides, Kit’s knees almost immediately knocked together as their balance faltered.

One of the attendants put an arm around Kit’s waist to steady them, pressing her breasts against the driver’s own voluptuous body in the process. Kit’s now-enormous tits were squeezing out of the top of their camisole like toothpaste.

“Oh wow!” Their eyes went wide again as they looked down at the mass of flesh. “My titties are, like, shoooo…”

Their eyes glazed over as the image of a cute, chubby girl squeezing her cock between Kit’s fat, natural melons flashed across their thoughts. The girl smiled. Kit smiled back—letting their tongue loll to touch the tip of girldick as it pressed through their sensitive teats. The girl giggled, so Kit giggled back. They were both having so much fun!

When Kit next blinked, the memory of the chubby girl was gone, but the knowledge that they had always had such overinflated udders remained. 

“You’re very pretty,” Kit said to the dark-haired attendant she was squeezed against in the present. “We should, like, do something later. Oh, but I should ask Ms. Park first if I’m gonna be busy today!”

Ms. Park snapped her fingers. This time, she did get Kit’s and Vanessa’s attention.

Kit stood up straight and felt more than just their titties wiggle to a stop. Their thighs, butt, and belly were also quite yielding. Just… Just like they always had been. Yeah! Even their lips weren’t much smaller than Vanessa’s. They just had the height to even out the shape a bit more than the wealthy shortstack.

Speaking of which, Vanessa finally stopped teasing her lips and dropped her hands into her lap. She could still feel the heat rising off her groin, even through the thick mass of thighs pushed together at the top there. Her legs were pushed so snugly into the sides of the chair that she was almost too tight to fit. Her tits, meanwhile, could no longer stay inside her woefully small micro-jacket. Two heavy jugs spilled entirely over the leather fabric for the whole room to see: nipples as hard and pointed as they had been in the chill winter air outside, though much larger now. 

No wonder Ms. Park had had them restrained. Vanessa had wiggled out of her clothes without even noticing! Ms. Park was so smart and right about everything. Not like Vanessa. Wearing such an ill-fitting top had clearly been a misstep on her part. At least Kit was also pouring out of their clothes. Probably in an effort to steal the spotlight from Vanessa or something. Well, clearly that hadn’t worked! In this state, there was no way for Ms. Park to miss Vanessa’s big, bouncy D-cups. Er… F-cups? Something like that.

Kit, for their part, was already twirling a finger in their curly hair and staring at the blue-haired model on the other side of the room. Her outfit was sooo crazy cute! They just had to ask Ms. Park if they could get one, too.

“I’m sure you’re both eager to start the photo shoot then,” Ms. Park said. “Let’s get you into uniform.”

“Photo shoot?” Vanessa asked.

“Do try to keep up, Vanessa,” Ms. Park sighed. “I said this was media training. What sort of media matters today more than social media? That’s why I had you practice those lovely poses. We’re going to show off you and your new uniforms online! It’s all in your contract.”

Vanessa found her own knees rather shaky as the two race queens suddenly helped to lift her out of her seat. Her balance was “off” somehow as she wobbled this way and that. All the caffeine had obviously gone to her head, making her giddy and giving her difficulty standing. 

Yes… That had to be it, she thought, as the meat of her legs strained against her skirt, binding her legs until it was difficult to walk straight. Each step hiked the garment a bit higher up her thighs until the bottom of her leotard was visible for all to see beneath her slightly swollen belly. She might as well have been wearing a thong. Especially in the back, where her ass had expanded to swallow the fabric completely. Her cheeks jiggled almost as uncontrollably as her enormous titties.

Kit enjoyed every moment of this spectacle, even as they were providing almost precisely the same show themself. Their silver shorts covered a bit more of their bottom end than Vanessa’s, but their cock was much too hard not to visibly bulge and arch nearly out of the fabric. 

The blue-haired attendant peeled off to attend to Kit. That was when the racer realized they had been staring the whole time—massaging their cock through their clothes and just barely resisting the urge to pull their own top down to match their partner. They wanted sooo badly to play with themself. To pinch their nipples and kneel down and, perhaps, to play with more than just themself.

They badly wanted to be fun , to eat Vanessa out right there on the spot… Just as they had with so many other fun friends in the past!

Firm, manicured fingers pressed into Kit’s recently oversized ass. They squeaked and stood to attention at the pressure. They were facing towards Vanessa, and vice versa, so the other driver couldn’t see Ms. Park’s hand staking its claim on Kit’s backside. They didn’t give up the game, either—simply biting their still-drooling lower lip as Ms. Park suddenly pushed them to face the door, marching them forward.

Kit didn’t realize it, but the same silent order was being given to Vanessa. She gasped and blushed furiously at Ms. Park’s presumptuous grip, but didn’t dare complain in front of the others. Instead, she just prayed the owner didn’t notice the juices leaking between her legs, around the edges of her leotard.

“Your dressing room is right this way,” Ms. Park said with a smirk. “We’ll take the elevator.”

“Yes, Ms. Park!” Kit and Vanessa chimed.

The “dressing room” was little more than a row of lockers in the corner of a large and mostly empty garage. Cameras, screens, and other equipment had already been set up ahead of the group’s arrival, facing a corner of the room filled with a fashionable sports car painted in Oberhoff gold. The wall behind it was blocked by a softly silver screen that diffused the light. It would be the perfect backdrop for a fancy photo shoot. 

The vehicle was a gaudy thing clearly meant for showrooms rather than racetracks. Something about including it at all within a serious organization like Oberhoff sat strangely in the drivers’ eyes. Vanessa wondered why they weren’t using Oberhoff’s competition car as part of the set, while a less defined sense of discomfort itched at the back of Kit’s mind. Something about this forgery of a high-performance machine—a gorgeous, but utterly useless parody of something that should be full of potential and power—sent their brain tingling.

Ms. Park gave her drivers a quick spank toward the lockers. They yelped and stumbled into a plastic bench before the row of metal containers.

“Oh my God,” Kit turned to look around nervously, catching glimpses of more scantily clad Oberhoff women chatting and laughing. Some toyed with the cameras, and it became increasingly clear this was the photography crew. “I’m so not ready for pictures! My makeup is, like, a total mess and my hair is so not pretty enough!”

“That’s alright, Kit,” Ms. Park reassured them. “We’re all on the same team here. Nobody minds if you’re dressed a bit less than your best.”

She put her hands around Kit’s waist, pulling the driver close enough to smell her perfume once more. Vanessa pouted at the singular attention Kit was receiving yet again. 

“If you still can, think about it this way: Would I look nearly as smart and confident as I do now if I was to, say, strip down naked right here in front of you?”

“Uh… No? I bet you’d look really, extra hot!”

“That’s right. And so you wouldn’t mind one bit if I stripped down right here in front of you, would you, Kit? You wouldn’t consider yourself any smarter or more confident than me.”

Kit drooped into Ms. Park’s embrace, at least as much as their new bust would allow them. It was really more of a squish.

“Definitely not,” Kit said. “Umm, I think I’d actually love that.”

“That’s because you understand your place on the team,” Ms. Park explained. “You accept that place without any dreams or delusions of rising above your station. Just like you understand that your owner is also a very important part of that team, with a station well above yours. Even if I wasn't at my best, you’d still understand you’re beneath me.”

“Uh-huh! You really are so smart, ma’am.” Of course Kit knew their place. That was a no-brainer! What thoughts they had were instead focused on the present. They gently licked their lips, wondering what Ms. Park might be hiding under those fancy clothes she always wore. It would be fun to find out. Fun for Kit, especially, but they’d make sure Ms. Park enjoyed herself as well. That was Kit’s place. “I wouldn’t mind you stripping down at all, Ms. Park. Wait, are you actually gon—”

“So you should really just get ready to put on your new uniform.” Ms. Park watched Kit's response with a predatory gleam, knowing full well that the tortured logic was beyond Kit’s faculties at this point. “That way, everyone knows you’re part of the team. Everyone will see exactly what your role is and just how important you are.”

Kit nodded stupidly into their squashed tits, but not before Vanessa could seize her chance. She shrugged her jacket onto the floor nonchalantly, leaving her leotard and miniskirt combo more obviously exposed. That was until she braced against one of the lockers, making sure to give Ms. Park and Kit the best possible view of her ass as she worked to unzip her thigh-highs, one after the other.

Vanessa would show Ms. Park that she understood her place better than her idiot cohort by jumping into this new uniform while Kit was still trying to understand their instructions. She looked over her shoulder to ensure the others were watching. Kit was indeed staring openly, dull eyes fixating, mouth agape, while Ms. Park...

Ms. Park was already turned away, directing the “photographers” on which angle to arrange the chairs and cushions of the photo area for the shoot.

The rich racer scowled, but didn't give up. She turned back to face the locker and bent even deeper—unzipping her skirt and sliding it first up and over her plump, raised ass and then down her newly bare legs. She kicked it free with one foot, making sure to send it close enough to Kit for the bimbo to reflexively (if clumsily) catch it.

“Make yourself useful and unzip me,” Vanessa directed. “Ms. Park gave us an order!”

She exclaimed the last part loud enough for the pair's owner to hear. She was sure of it. Yet Ms. Park only spared her a glance before directing her attention back to that stupid newbie once again. She whispered something into Kit's ear and gave them a good-natured spank. This one directed them towards Vanessa. Kit squealed in delight, though whether they were reacting to what Ms. Park had said or the love tap was unclear.

Whatever they were whispering about, Ms. Park had clearly instructed Kit to do as Vanessa said.

“About time you understood who's really in charge,” Vanessa muttered, then mentally added, That's right, slut. Best remember you're only here because you're a sexy little plaything. Some of us also worked hard to get here .

A light buzz at the back of Vanessa's skull crept deeper inside her as she considered this, like her stomach had dropped out from under her in fear, or perhaps excitement. Something was nagging at her, but she couldn't fully grasp what.

That's right, she thought. I didn't just suck off whoever I was told like Kit. I... fucked whoever I wanted?

That wasn't quite right, but it was closer.

Kit skipped close, too, dropping their skirt on the floor next to their partner before standing primly behind her. They bent down low at the waist, getting entirely closer than necessary while bracing one hand on Vanessa's plump ass, holding her in place while they grabbed the garment. Meanwhile, their own enormous tits pressed into Vanessa's shoulders as they worked the zipper down between them.

“Hey!” Vanessa said with more breathlessness than concern. “I-Is that really necessary?”

“Yeah!” Kit explained. "Ms. Park said, like, we should get closer as teammates. So I, like, gotta get as close as possible!"

Vanessa pressed her palms into the lockers ahead of her to keep balance, while Kit slowly peeled their partner free of her leotard. Kit was much taller than Vanessa, but the Vanden heiress could still feel their erection pressing into her ass. 

“I— You can't just fucking— Uhh...” Vanessa's earlier train of thought—something about fucking?—was completely co-opted by a new, much more urgent focus. “W-Wait, I'm not r— Ah!”

Vanessa gasped as Kit pulled her leotard tight against her groin, bringing it down slowly around her recently enhanced thighs. The vinyl dug into her cunt, which Vanessa had become painfully aware was still dripping wet around the taut material. Blood rushed to her cheeks as she tried and failed to hide her shame with her hands—as if the influence Kit could so easily wield over her without even thinking wasn’t obvious from her body alone.

Vanessa wheeled on Kit, bending over slightly to cover her naked body from the taller racer. She was going to remind the ridiculous little bimbo exactly how little she thought of them!

That was until her own thoughts drained away as her eyes drank in the sight of Kit's hard cock instead. Kit had slipped out of their shorts and hose in one swift motion while Vanessa’s back was turned. Now, still bent down as she was, Vanessa had a full, close view of the erection she had just felt pressing into her.

“Gosh, that’s so much better,” Kit said. The taller driver shrugged out of their top next, looking just a bit ridiculous with their hard-on exposed before the rest of them, even as their oversized tits bounced out to follow. “Don’t you feel so much better, Vanny?”

“Yes,” Vanessa replied automatically. “Better.”

Images of other cocks flickered through Vanessa’s mind, drawn from someplace deep inside her that she still couldn’t quite remember, but potently penetrating her thoughts with each flash just the same. The tip of her tongue reflexively slipped from her mouth at the sight (the smell, the imagined taste) of the beautiful, slight, feminine dick before her. The tiniest drop of drool rolled down the outstretched tongue as she dribbled even more between her lower folds as well.

How could she ever possibly win against something like that? 

“I see you’re both getting along as instructed,” Ms. Park added. “Hopefully your new uniforms will help keep that team spirit flowing.”

Ms. Park had quietly entered the dressing area without either racer noticing. In each hand, she held something equally hard to perceive: a pair of incredibly tiny gold bikinis slung over coat hangers. Each had a white “O” over the left cup, and frankly, not much else.

“Oohhh~,” Kit moaned. “Those are adorable! Are they, like, for us?”

Vanessa didn’t wait for a reply. She reached out a hand (keeping the other firmly clamped over her crotch) and snatched one of the swimsuits from Ms. Park before Kit’s thoughts could catch up. She practically jumped into her bikini bottom before attempting to squeeze into the matching top.

“I love the initiative, Vanessa,” Ms. Park purred. “I hope you’ll keep that competitive spirit as we get things rolling.”

Vanessa hadn’t made eye contact with Ms. Park as she was hurriedly dressing, but turned to face her at the comment. This was another opportunity to finally get ahead of Kit.

“Of course, Ms. Park,” she answered. “I’m always so very eager to please.”

Ms. Park responded with a warm smile. “I can see that. You must have taken to your orientation very nicely,” she said. She punctuated the statement by tilting her head slightly, casting her eyes down at the dampness between Vanessa’s legs, already soaking her new uniform.

“Just hold onto that eagerness long enough to sit still for the shoot.” 

Vanessa didn’t let the qualifying statement deter her, of course. Every ounce of Ms. Park’s attention on her body was a victory! She simply smiled back broadly, embarrassment flooding every fiber of her being as her new owner inspected her shameful display.

“Oh, Vanny, you really do look, like, totally cute,” Kit finally interjected. “You’re gonna, like, take such good pictures!” They had just slipped on their own bikini. Perhaps the exertion had sent a bit more blood than usual that day to their brain, because their erection had calmed enough to only tent half-hard against the fabric.

Ms. Park finally pulled her attention away from Vanessa, motioning for both of her drivers to follow her. “Speaking of which, let’s get you ready for your debut!”

Moments later, Kit and Vanessa were sitting on the hood of the gold-painted sports car: Kit kicking their feet excitedly, waving at each girl in the garage, while Vanessa leaned forward to offer the best view of her tits, heaving with anticipatory breaths. The brightly lit set teemed with more of Ms. Park’s girls—still dressed just barely more demurely than they were—as they checked the cameras and other equipment.

Kit’s mind felt just a bit clearer than it had been that morning. Well, not clear so much as emptied of distractions. More focused. They rested a single finger on their inflated bottom lip, just inside their mouth as they sucked gently, deep in thought. Something was nagging at them—something that felt like it should be obvious, but just wouldn’t come.

Eventually, they popped their finger back out to speak.

“Y’know, pictures do sound super fun and all, but…” Kit paused to continue thinking. The buzzing in the back of their brain made it hard, particularly when it came to thinking about the future. They much preferred to live in the moment! “Aren’t we supposed to, like, drive around and stuff?”

“I don’t see why you’d want that,” Vanessa sniped back to them. “I’d beat you into the pavement if you couldn’t just fuck your way to the finish line.”

Kit blinked. “But, um, won’t people get weird ideas about us? They’ll think we’re just in this for funsies and not, like, super serious drivers and stuff!”

That seemed like a problem, for some reason, though Kit couldn’t possibly fathom why. Pretty pictures meant more people could look at them in their bikinis, and that was sure to make a lot of people horny. More horny meant more fun! So why did it feel so… off?

“As if some no-name floozy would know better than Ms. Park,” Vanessa added. “But… I suppose you do make a good point. Sort of.”

Ms. Park turned her attention away from a camerawoman, who looked like she should be modelling herself. “This is just all part of your next sponsorship,” she explained. “Before we can put you behind the wheel, we have to make sure we’re recouping our costs, and nothing says you’re completely serious quite like brand synergy, does it?”

“I, uh, guess not?” Kit’s brow was still slightly furrowed. “But, like, what sponsor this time?”

“That depends on you both,” Ms. Park explained. “I thought we’d continue building that team spirit of yours with some friendly competition.”

“Oh, good,” Vanessa said. Her heart swelled with pride. “I’m always happy for another chance to prove exactly why I’m best suited to lead this team, Ms. Park.” 

The Oberhoff lead snapped her fingers and another of her girls appeared with a small, black tube. She set it in Ms. Park’s hand before returning to her other duties.

“I’m glad to hear that, Vanessa. As with our previous sponsor, this brand has provided us with a lovely free sample.” She uncapped the black tube to reveal a stick of shiny, metallic, gold lipstick at the end of a small brush. “Kit, if you wouldn’t mind puckering up.”

Kit’s already bee-stung lips didn’t take much convincing in that regard, but Ms. Park didn’t provide them with much choice. Ms. Park squished them firmly by the cheeks and squeezed their lips—already painted in their own shade of gold they had worn that morning—together. Kit considered protesting, but by the time the thought muddled its way through their mind, Ms. Park was already gliding the metallic sheen across their sensitive skin. Instead, they just did their best to look down at the effect the new shade had on their lips.

Vanessa pouted, too, but more out of frustration that she had yet again been passed over to prove herself to Ms. Park first than a desire to adjust her own makeup. Even so, Ms. Park repeated the process on the rich racer while Kit blinked and did their best to guess what was happening.

“Thank you, Ms. Park,” Vanessa breathed when her mouth was freshly painted. “Is this, um, part of our uniform, too?”

“I hope so,” Kit chirped. “It’s kinda tingly.”

“That’s the idea,” said Ms. Park. “This is an all-new cosmetic line designed to increase chemistry and attraction between its wearers. Our partner is still working on the exact branding, but I think you’ll find it’s quite unmistakable. We— I mean to say, our partners are thinking of calling it…”

Ms. Park squinted at the label on the tube. “Magnetism? Really?” She looked to one of the attending women, who only shrugged with a placid smile.

“Ooh, that’s such a good name,” Kit said with a clap that sent their tits quaking. “And it feels real… good.”

More of the buzz they had felt that morning had returned to their mind, shaking loose the solid little clogs of intelligence that had bravely started reforming in their head. This was slightly different, though. Rather than bubbles burbling through an increasingly empty head, they felt the sensation dropping down, down, down to heat their stomach and settle between their thighs. It didn’t take long before the happy feeling sent their flagging erection back into full swing—popping it out of their bikini without so much as a helping hand from Kit.

“Oohhh,” Vanessa added. “I think I… feel it, too.”

“Now comes the really fun part,” Ms. Park added. “Since we’re working with such an exclusive cosmetics brand, we’ll need to know which of you is best-suited for projecting its—and by extension Oberhoff’s—public image.”

“Huh?” Kit was huffing, heat rising in their face even as it boiled over in their groin. “How’s… that?”

“We’re going to take some shots of you both showing the public just how close you are as teammates,” said Ms. Park as she swapped to paint Vanessa’s mouth next. “You’re both going to start kissing in a moment, and whichever of you comes away with your makeup the most intact is the winner! That driver will become our official mascot for the sponsorship; isn’t that fun?”

Kit did their best to listen, but the burning in their lips and other regions didn’t make it easy. Something was certainly strange about all this, but if they had trouble expressing what before, by now it was nearly impossible. All they knew was that kissing Vanessa suddenly sounded like an excellent idea.

Vanessa didn’t help matters. “Of course, Ms. Park. Whatever you say!” The heiress practically fell over herself, leaning across the hood of the car to grip Kit by the back of the neck and pulling them away from Ms. Park’s gaze. The urge to impress the team owner was strong, but so was the memory of Kit’s bulge against her skin. The buzzing in her own lips would have pushed her over the edge even if the boss wasn’t watching.

It was Kit’s turn to bend under Vanessa’s weight. Their initial surprise didn’t last long before instinct took over, guiding their hands to slide over Vanessa’s arched back as her tongue found its way quickly into Kit’s throat. The pair’s eyes went dull with lust as they softly mauled each other’s mouths, spreading lip and tongue and makeup across each other with wet abandon.

Their speed caught even Ms. Park off-balance, but not for long. She motioned for the crew to start snapping pictures at once, capturing her two addled sluts in gloriously permanent high-definition images and video.

There was absolutely no chance that either of them would escape with totally unmarred makeup. Vanessa, however, was still playing to win. She slid one hand to Kit’s chin to cup it gently, holding them in place and preserving their position underneath her as she meticulously attended to every spot on the little whore’s mouth. She even pushed Kit’s face down into the cup of her collarbone—urging them to suck and lick and bite where it wouldn’t affect her face. When she felt the electric pressure of Kit’s teeth at her neck, she threw her head back over the bimbo’s still-useful head and moaned demurely with triumph, not to mention bliss.

“Oh, Vanny!” Kit moaned. “Oh God, you’re so fucking hawt!”

Vanessa’s look of victory was short-lived; Kit fell fully backwards onto the hood of the car, with Vanessa following them awkwardly into the fall. At this angle—with Kit squirming supine on the vehicle and Vanessa suddenly splayed awkwardly over them—gravity sent the shorter woman’s face into her partner’s wobbling tits. Wide-eyed, Vanessa could only barely see Kit’s thoughtless, euphoric face over their massive jugs.

“Mmmf,” she managed to mumble into her partner’s cleavage. “Mm-mmghf!” But it was no use. The overstimulated slut was already wrapping their legs around Vanessa’s thighs, squeezing them in a tight embrace that buried Vanessa even further.

This was bad for her odds of winning, Vanessa thought with a burst of clarity, but Kit wasn’t actually trying to win. The oversexed idiot would obey her if she could just focus and retake control of the situation. 

Hell, she could just order Kit to eat her out! That would ruin their lipstick alright. It wasn’t what Ms. Park had instructed but… but she bet it would feel just amazing … and of course she needed every advantage she could get! The little floozy would probably even do it! That was certainly… an exciting option.

Vanessa pulled free, grasping at Kit’s wrists and gasping for breath: “S-Stop playing around and… f-fuck! Oh, fffuck me!”

The cock she had found herself so familiar with earlier—hot and throbbing now—had risen its way between her thighs. Vanessa’s eyebrows knitted in consternation and jubilation, unable to stop Kit’s natural thrust between her slickened legs. She arched herself forward at the waist with a moan, bending into Kit instinctually to accept them deeper into her mess.

“Okay~,” Kit groaned. “Like, whatever you want, Vanny!”

Kit rose to meet Vanessa’s eager push, sending the both of them rolling over on the hood. Vanessa found the back of her head against the glass of the windshield and the front once again smothered by unnaturally inflated breasts. She could hardly breathe this time, much less convince her hips to keep from quivering in acceptance. 

Her eyes rolled back in her head to reveal Kit’s face above: a ravenous thing shrouded in shadow with their back to the light, only their eyes glittering bright in reflected gold. They slid a pink tongue over painted lips and teeth that looked almost sharp in the halflight. An obsessive hunger that looked through Vanessa and into some deeper role she was meant to fulfill—some greater, single purpose that defined her as both less and more than “Vanessa Vanden”—contorted their face into a lust-drunk smile.

“Oh, Vanny,” Kit said. “You’re so much fun.”

“Mmm,” Vanessa moaned again, much less calmly this time. “Fffffgck!”

Reason fled both drivers then: Kit in favor of automatically jiggling their hips in and out of this warm, wet space seemingly waiting just for them, while Vanessa couldn’t help but service the large, commanding body that so easily put her in her place. Vanessa was losing, badly, and the importance of pecking order—of understanding one’s place on the team—burned clear in the back of her mind. Losers served winners, no matter how badly they wanted to be on top.

Vanessa pulled Kit’s bikini cups free to better run her smeared mouth across Kit’s tits. It didn’t take long for the wanton thrusting (helped along by a deferential tongue and teeth now teasing their nipples) to send Kit into climax.

They released themself uselessly between Vanessa’s thighs and the car hood, letting cum pool between the lower woman’s legs and butt. The flash of cameras picked up the pace, turning susurrous in the afterglow of orgasm as it caught every candid, glistening drop and detail.

“Ohmigawd,” Kit breathed. “That was, like, so fun! I totally can’t remember… the last time it felt so good!”

Vanessa only gurgled into Kit’s raw and suffocating jugs. Even after Kit’s limbs went limp, she simply laid sprawled beneath her partner, exhausted from having been used as a soft, squishable sex toy.

Eventually, Ms. Park pried Kit off Vanessa by the hair—tugging their tits off Vanessa’s face slowly enough to leave a long, sticky line of drool from her completely ruined lipstick to Kit’s bite-marked nipple.

This new angle afforded Kit a look at their own sweat-drenched reflection in the car’s windshield—eyes wild and wet, lips fat and fuckable, full hair spilling down to try in vain to cover their tits that hung low enough to still brush across Vanessa’s face and lips. It was the first view of their amazing new bimbo body since their “media training” in the orientation room.

Wait… New body? That didn’t make sense. They had always looked like this! At least they remembered looking like the dumb, cock-hungry whore that gawped back at them. They had to… Other memories howled and battered themselves against the rock solid evidence in the image before them, but none of them could possibly match the fun and free fuckdoll so clearly looking back at Kit right here, right now, in the present!

Yet that didn’t entirely add up, either. Kit would never be able to race like this . Hell, they wouldn’t be able to fit in the driver’s seat, much less tie a seatbelt over this mockery of their past self. Even if they could think straight long enough to remember how , their driving days were obviously done. Their light layer of muscle, their reflexes, even their ability to communicate properly: all were so obviously sabotaged by a ridiculous body that could only possibly exist to serve one lascivious purpose.

Kit didn’t want to gawk. They wanted to scream, but couldn’t will their throat for fear that it would only come out as a moan of pleasure! They couldn’t imagine the lips before them making any other sound. How on Earth had they ever won their way to a position on a professional team like this one, looking like that ? It wasn’t possible! Not unless they were… just eye candy. A piece of furniture delivered to serve the only function it possibly could. A bimbo!

That made sense. The endless curves and dripping cum and drooling mouth brooked no argument. Their body told the story. Their mind had to be wrong. The alternative—the sharp, awful memories that clawed against their undeniable reality—would be too much to bear. That didn’t sound fun at all!

Except… wasn’t there something else they wanted? Something they needed to prove? Something they had come here to win ?

“I’d say we have our winner,” Ms. Park announced with a sharp spank to Kit’s ass and no small amount of glee. Kit shrieked with delight at the unsolicited attention, drowning some tiny voice that had been crying out just a moment ago. “Don’t worry, though, Vanessa. You tried your best and came up just a little bit short. I’m still very proud of you.”

Vanessa’s already-aching pussy throbbed at the praise. She was being rewarded… for losing? That wasn’t how things were supposed to work.

“Th-Thank you, Ms. Park,” she breathed. “That’s very k-kind of you, m-ma’am.”

Ms. Park continued. “Of course, that means Kit will be taking the grand prize. Isn’t that just so terribly fun, Kit?”

“Yesss…” Kit agreed. Their reflection blinked back at them, widening the driver’s smile with just how totally adorable they looked! “Super duper fun! Um, what do I win again?”

“You’ll both be wearing, promoting, and testing our new sponsor’s product line at all times. We’ll be sending a selection of items home with you: more lipstick, new clothes, and some vitamin supplements I think you’ll find most interesting. However, there’s also this.”

Ms. Park snapped her fingers again and another attendant approached. This one wore surgical gloves and held a silver, hollow point needle. She knelt down next to Kit and pulled their stretched bikini top down over their nipples. Even Vanessa looked puzzled by the procedure.

Ms. Park moved her finger under Kit’s chin, gently directing their winning racer’s gaze away from the attendant and back to her.

“As you know, Oberhoff is quite interested in drawing attention to our… assets. However, we also want to make our audience happy. What makes people happy, Kit?”

Kit giggled. Even exhausted, they knew the answer to this one. “Dressing sexy and making them super horny! Ow! Owie!”

There was a quick pinch from below, and Kit felt a dull shot of pain follow through their chest shortly after. They looked down at the attendant, who had already shifted on the floor to start wiping Kit’s other nipple with more disinfectant. Where the pain began was now a shiny ring looping into either side of their areola. Kit blinked away tears as they realized that Ms. Park’s servant had just pierced their nipple.

“Hey, you shouldn’t do that kinda stuff without asking people!” Kit harrumphed. “I mean… It does look extra cute, but— Ouch!”

The second piercing went in even easier than the first. When they were done wincing, Kit also realized each piercing carried something extra beneath it. There was a small, jeweled metal plate dangling on a gold chain from each ring—like a charm or perhaps a name tag. Ms. Park flipped the first one up into Kit’s vision to reveal the gems formed a tiny, stylized lipstick stain. Kit lifted the next one themself and, with some effort, recognized that its upside-down text read “Oberhoff.”

“You’ve won top billing for our next sponsorship, Kit. This is a gift from a new jewelry line recently released by our parent company. We want our fans to associate our products with happiness. It stands to reason that, if ogling our drivers makes people happy, that we should simply bring the brand to them!”

“It doesn’t even say the b-brand name,” the puddle called Vanessa snickered weakly from the hood of the car, still limp and splayed, and covered from knee to cunt with cum. “You look ridiculous. I d-don’t even mind losing if the reward is s-something so stupid.”

Vanessa was lying, of course. She wished she had finished first—wished she had shown Ms. Park her true worth—so badly her heart ached with envy. Which is why tears nearly welled up in her eyes when Ms. Park added: “Oh, we have a consolation prize for you as well, Vanessa.”

“Really? Ow!” It was Vanessa’s turn to feel a shock of pain: this time in her navel. Another gloved aide was standing to her side and holding the same sort of needle that had been pressed upon Kit. “What the hell was that? What did you do?!”

Vanessa felt a stinging pain and light ringing in her ears. When she rose from her prone position and tried to wheel on the attendant, however, the ringing was drowned out by a tacky clacking sound of plastic on plastic. She reflexively reached for her phone to check its camera for whatever had been done to her face, only to remember it was still inside her jacket in the changing area. She tried to check her belly button herself, but found it completely obscured by a massive wall of tits. In any case, the attendant was ready for her. They lifted a mirror to Vanessa to show off their handiwork.

The first thing Vanessa noticed was the mess of smeared gold lipstick across her thick, round lips and chin. There was a brief instant of confusion; it was hard to entirely recognize the woman in the mirror as herself.

There was another flicker of images inside her mind, as there had been with the memory of cocks in front of Kit earlier, followed by an electric sensation that one might best describe as the “feel” television static. Then she remembered… She had looked like this for ages. It was perfectly normal for a competitive slut like her to chase any little upper hand she could get.  A pretty face? Fat, cock pillows for lips? Huge tits? Each was just another expensive advantage she could afford with ease to get whatever she wanted—like stuffing herself full of cock and eating as much pussy as she could handle. It was so easy to manipulate people when they thought you were just a willing fuckdoll.

No… The only strange thing here was lower down. There was a square piece of plastic currently dangling from the center of her stomach. This one carried a symbol much like Kit’s, but this one featured a feminine silhouette on her knees, breasts presented forward, chin up and tongue visibly lolling as if the woman in question was waiting to accept something into her mouth.

“H-How the hell is this a sponsorship?” Vanessa was incensed, flushing with indignant anger and yet more embarrassment. “What’s this supposed to even mean?!”

“This is our final sponsor of the day. This Aurum subsidiary specializes in more… adventurous accessories,” Ms. Park explained. “I’m surprised, however. I thought you’d be more excited to know you’re the very first professional racer on the circuit to directly represent an adult brand. Well done, Vanessa!”

Ms. Parked clapped politely. Several of her aides followed suit, eventually followed by a pleasantly confused and jingling Kit, congratulating Vanessa on her reward. Vanessa’s anger quickly drained, leaving only the embarrassment—now twisted toward the fact that she had just made such a scene in front of Ms. Park. Her crotch thrummed with adulation.

“Huh? You mean I came… first at something?” Vanessa wasn’t sure how to react. “I won?”

“I’d say that particular honor still belongs to Kit,” Ms. Park said, running a gentle hand up Kit’s half-hard cock, sending them into a shudder that jangled their new jewelry on its golden chains. “It’s more like you did your best and, yes, came up tremendously short, but lost gracefully. That kind of sportsmanship deserves praise, Vanessa! You’re a fantastic loser.”

“Great job, Vanny!” Kit added, Ms. Park’s hand still clutching their cock like a handle, before leaning in to give their teammate another monstrous squeeze against their lipstick-smeared titties. “You’re so amazing. You’ve gotta be, like, the best loser ever!”

Vanessa’s thick thighs, still stimulated and sticky with Kit’s cum, squeezed together tightly as her whole body enjoyed a shiver of delight. Ms. Park was praising her again! Even Kit was complimenting her! For losing! It was practically taboo, with all the dangerous thrill that entailed. How could anyone be so lucky as to have an owner like Ms. Park?

“If that’s not enough for you, however, I suppose we can give you a little extra incentive,” Ms. Park purred as she leaned in close to Vanessa. Her kiss was strong and confident and altogether on a different level than Kit’s slobbering. The surety of her lips drowned out all that was “Vanessa” beneath their shadow. There was no question at all who was at the top of the pecking order in this regard; Vanessa might be a loser, but Ms. Park was most certainly the winner.

This last thought was finally enough to push Vanessa over the edge. 

Vanessa clutched at her crotch to try and obscure the reaction from her lower lips, even as she hoped Ms. Park’s mouth would stifle her moan. No matter how hard she tried, though, nobody could mistake her lewd display for exactly what it was. That didn’t matter, though. It was simply too good to feel like a winner—even when she lost, even when she tried her best and fell so perilously far from the end goal, even when she felt so powerless.

Kit was surprised to receive a similar reward when Ms. Park pulled them in close by their still-sensitive cock. The pressure below was electrifying, but the kiss left everything above their neck so stunned that they couldn’t help but fall deeper against Vanessa, feeling the exquisite pain of the new nipple piercings press deeper into their flesh—a reminder to their body that they had made Ms. Park happy, even if the specific details were rapidly fading from their mind. 

“You see?” Ms. Park chuckled, as if she was in on some joke the rest of the room couldn’t quite understand. “I knew some proper team-building would do you both good.”

Ms. Park pulled away, licking her lips with the satisfaction of a lioness.

“Now,” she purred. “Let’s talk about your first race.”