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By this point, Mark had tried everything short of bashing the radio with a rock - mostly due to not having a rock. It was bad enough that the music was doing… something to everyone, but it didn’t even sound good! If the radio had been playing this sort of techno music earlier, he definitely wouldn’t have stopped to listen. He almost wished it would go back to the first song, but instead they were stuck with-
Shake, shake it Mama, shake it for me
Keep me busy with your
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The road had gotten bumpier, it had to have. Every few seconds he could feel the car vibrate up and down, sending his chest jiggling.
Oh, right. He jiggled now. A pair of breasts had been steadily growing and sloshing the whole time, and now he could feel them tugging every which way. There was no way breasts should jiggle this much.
At least he was less transformed than Joey. Poor, poor, Joey. Mark’s son was already lost to the music, stroking her obscene fuckstick as she jiggled nakedly in the back seat, slick with milk and sweat as she moaned and mooed and-
Mark tore his eyes away. He looked out the window at the other cars passing them on the freeway. Did they suspect anything was wrong? Had anyone else glanced in the windows, seeing the perverted things going on in-
’Cause what you have is some
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“Would you shut up?!” Mark yelled at the uncaring radio. “For the love of god, this is barely even music! Manuela, we need to pull over and-”
“Pull over where? We’re on the interstate!”
“Anywhere, I don’t care. We just need to get out of this car and away from this stupid radio station-”
“Oh, so you want to strand us without a car in the middle of nowhere?”
“Well, it’s that or we just wait until your tits block your vision and we rear-end an eighteen-wheeler!”
“Oh, and who was the one saying we shouldn’t be using that sort of language in front of our son?”
“I’m not sure if Joey can even hear us anymo-”
Superstar with that top class
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“I’M GONNA FUCKING LOSE IT!” Mark yelled. This was beyond the pale. That stupid, incessant song was driving him insane! “At this point, I’ve half a mind to just jump out the car and-”
“Don’t worry, it looks like you’ll be getting a chance,” Manuela said through gritted teeth as she pointed ahead.
Just ahead of them, close enough that there was no way around it, was a row of cars in a complete standstill.
Both of the adults just groaned for a moment. Within less than a minute, they were now the latest car in the traffic jam, rapidly surrounded on all sides by other vehicles.
“Well, at least now we can see if turning off the car fixes anything,” Manuela said as she took the key out of the ignition. As she’d expected, however, nothing happened, so she resignedly started the car up again.
“Guess we’re stuck like this,” she said. “At least the seats are comfier now.” Over the course of the last song, both her and Mark’s rear ends had swelled up considerably. Manuela was now sitting a full inch taller in her seat, bouncing lightly.
“What kind of thing is that to say?”
“I’m trying to keep a cool head and not freak out! It’s not my fault we’ve both got a giant
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Manuela’s hands clapped over her mouth as she realized she had just been signing along with the lyrics. Mark was looking at her with fearful eyes, leaning away like it was contagious.
As the song trailed off, the DJ came back online.
”Hope y’all are having fun, Lactation Nation! So, apparently there’s a big ol’ nothing going on on the highway- any of y’all hear about a cowgirl orgy about a mile up? Not saying who to thank for that, but you’re welcome!”
Mark was, at this point, vibrating with rage. So this… bovine beast, this demonic disk-jockey, was responsible for the traffic jam on top of everything else? It was like she was sent from hell directly to ruin his family trip…
”Soooo, since everyone’s gonna be taking it easy for the next, like… few hours? I figured we could do a call-in segment! Anyone who wants to talk to the tits behind the microphone, just call this number…”
A series of rapid-fire digits were fired off, as Mark grabbed his phone from the glove compartment.
“Mark, what are you doing?”
“I’m going to give whoever this woman is a piece of my mind!”
”And would you look at that, our first caller! And I haven’t even announced what the segment is about yet! Well, welcome on to…”
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