Chapter 385: Meatball Tank Race
The penis served as both the car key and the accelerator/transmission for Derick. With a gentle press on the forward button located on the right breast, the rear seat automatically accelerated, driving his penis to thrust into the tank’s flesh orifice. Simultaneously, it compressed her body, activating hydraulic sensors and propelling the tank forward.
Throughout the girl’s body, various sensors detected the meatball tank’s status, adjusting the control panel’s direction for optimal acceleration. This ensured that Derick could drive the beautiful meatball tank in the most comfortable state.
Of course, if Derick preferred manual control, he could choose manual mode. This involved releasing the seatbelt, relinquishing autonomous propulsion, and directly controlling it himself. Gripping the two breasts serving as a steering wheel, embracing two beautiful legs, he would insert his penis into the flesh orifice as the accelerator, engaging in a frenzied thrusting motion to drive the tank forward.
"Mmm... This is really amazing. I’ve never had such a thrilling drive before!" Derick exclaimed, excitedly gripping the large breast steering wheel and maneuvering the meatball tank around the track, unable to contain his praise.
"Thank you for the compliment, Master!" blushed several logistics department beauties, their eyes filled with admiration as they trembled with excitement.
"Hurry up and prepare for the race!" Derick impatiently urged. The brief driving and warm-up had sparked great interest in the meatball tank, and he couldn’t wait to start the race.
Following the commands of several referees, the tanks moved towards an outdoor track. The track, measuring a full kilometer in length, was specifically designed for meatball tank races.
Apart from Derick, there were around a dozen women wearing specially crafted underwear with attached prosthetic phalluses—they were the competitors. Of course, Derick’s performance did not count toward the final competition results; otherwise, the women wearing prosthetic phallus underwear wouldn’t stand a chance against his powerful thrusts. He was just here for fun.
Guiding the provocative meatball tanks, the sound of passionate collisions echoed continuously as they slowly entered the track and lined up. With a forceful push, the entire track became a flurry of white, creating an extremely lascivious and vulgar scene.
"Take your positions, get ready... Bang!"
As the girls pulled the triggers, a burst of smoke emerged, signaling the start of the race. Derick had securely fastened his seatbelt and, upon hearing the gunshot, quickly pressed the button on the right breast. Instantly, the meatball tank accelerated.