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.

Under the influence of the seat’s propulsion, Derick’s body rocked back and forth rapidly. His penis moved as if leaving an afterimage, thrusting into the tender cavity of the beautiful girl and fervently rubbing against her inner walls.

At the same time, the girl’s body was being shaped by Derick’s movements. Her voluptuous figure effectively absorbed most of the impact, ensuring Derick’s vigorous thrusts were not uncomfortably forceful. It also allowed for a pleasant squeezing of her body.

The girl’s legs pressed against hydraulic support rods, swiftly compressing the transmission device beneath her, propelling the tank forward at high speed.

Buzz... A dull sound resonated as the transmission was compressed. The tanks shot out, creating waves of flesh, with breasts, thighs, and intimate body parts entangled in a debauched spectacle.

Despite Derick’s meatball tank appearing to be manually powered, its speed was not slow. While comparing it to a regular car might be an exaggeration, it certainly surpassed electric bikes.

The man’s penis, like a pile driver, vigorously thrust into the tender cavity of the fixed beautiful girl within the tank. Under such intense and rapid friction, the girl’s body quickly began to tremble under the unbearable strain, and her lower body heated up rapidly.

Originally at a temperature of only 37 degrees Celsius, the tender cavity, subjected to this violent and rapid thrusting, unexpectedly soared to 43 degrees Celsius, and the temperature continued to rise.

Friction of objects results in an increase in temperature; this is common knowledge in physics. However, when applied to the human body, it becomes torture. In this situation, Derick was shaking with pleasure as his penis felt like it was inserted into a warm thermos. The extreme comfort and stimulation from the rapid friction made his penis highly sensitive, akin to the sensation of countless ants biting, creating a delightful tingling.

For the beautiful girl, it was almost torture. Her body could hardly withstand such torment. The delicate and soft cavity was unable to resist the relentless assault of the hard and thick penis, and the pain almost caused the girl to faint.

To prevent the meatball tank pilots from losing consciousness, the tanks were modified to include adrenaline injections into their bodies, ensuring their stamina. Regular glucose injections were also administered to maintain body vitality, preventing dehydration from excessive orgasms.

Just as conventional vehicles emit exhaust fumes while driving, the meatball tanks, during their journey, would splash copious amounts of lewd fluids and urine along the way.

On the track, one could see a dozen naked beautiful girls sitting on peculiarly shaped tanks, each tank fixed with a beautiful girl inside, speeding away. The track behind them was marked with the lewd fluids they left behind.

Slapping sounds...

Buzzing sounds...

The frantic thrusting noises, accompanied by the sounds of the meatball tanks in motion, were like a symphony playing for Derick, prompting him to unconsciously accelerate and quickly take the lead.

"Go, go, faster..."

Cheers echoed on both sides of the track.

After countless intense thrusts, the finish line was now in sight. Derick’s pile driver-like speed propelled him ahead of all the other competitors, securing the first-place position.

"Yay... crossed the finish line!"

"Stop the car..."

Derick swiftly withdrew his penis with a squelching sound and directly inserted it into the beautiful girl’s anus. The tank immediately came to a halt, and the girl’s legs opened wide, almost splitting into a straight line.

"Phew... one minute, not bad!"

Derick looked at the countdown timer on the display screen, revealing a satisfied smile. Excitedly, he patted the large breasts of the beautiful girl.

At this moment, the meatball tank seemed to fall apart. In the short span of one minute, the beautiful girl experienced almost uninterrupted squirting, with extreme pain and pleasure intertwined. It almost caused her to faint.

If not for the continuous injection of adrenaline, it could have driven the girl into ecstasy, bordering on nervous breakdown. Even if she didn’t die, the intense pleasure would have scrambled her mind, turning her into a mindless individual.

"Feels like you’ve been thoroughly played with!"

Derick pinched the blushing skin of the beautiful girl, akin to a boiled shrimp.

The thrusting speed he just exhibited was almost several times faster than usual, and his penis seemed to leave an afterimage. It’s no wonder the beautiful girl beneath him was almost brought to the brink of collapse.

In comparison to men jokingly claiming to be simultaneously driving two cars while embracing beautiful women inside, Derick was genuinely driving a car transformed by beautiful women.

Listening to the explanation from the nearby girls, Derick felt a slight disappointment.

Due to his aggressive and brutal treatment, after driving this meatball tank, it needed to be sent to the laboratory and medical room for specialized maintenance. Repairs were conducted for the girl’s body, nerves, and the tender cavity that had suffered friction-induced bleeding, ensuring that the next time it was driven, it wouldn’t collapse or fall apart.

Of course, this was also related to Derick’s intense driving. The first time he played, he simply accelerated to the maximum throttle, resulting in directly overwhelming and almost breaking the meatball tank, even risking tearing the tender cavity.

If not for the substantial release of adrenaline during the driving process, coupled with the continuous release of life force supported by his wood-element abilities, and the ongoing maintenance and repair of the body, this meatball tank would likely have been ruined by Derick a long time ago.

"Maybe next time, I should take it slow. Otherwise, it’s not easy to build such a meatball tank. It’s a pity to play around and damage it when I finally found something so durable!" Derick thought to himself, waved his hand, and had the attendants pull the tank that had fainted from overload down for repairs.