The thrill of the race hadn’t abetted despite taking second place, and whether from the near fight she’d witnessed or just the revving of the engine between her legs, JH couldn’t bring herself to stop just yet. One more race, one more challenge, it pounded in her blood. A need to compete, to show off, to be seen that had never been part of her (J something H something she was sure, not that she could nail down the specifics besides apparently, she was so boring that she was delivering pizza).
But now?
She might be different, bigger tits, outfit, hell, she was pretty sure she hadn’t been Korean last time she looked in the mirror, but she was a damn sight more interesting!
Special Mission! Ride Or Die Double Duel Dollars Prize!
Of course she wasn’t going to pass up a challenge!
JH pulled her bike next to the front, feeling something different in the air now. Her pulse pounding after that run in with the biker chick from before (what a badass… shame she hadn’t had the chance to share numbers).
With the man from before gone, she looked around, hoping for some real competition.
“You ready to race?”
JH turned to look at the rider next to her. A good bike, they looked like they knew how to handle it. Whether they could handle her was an entirely different question.
“Oh, I’m more than ready… question is are you ready for me to kick it into high gear?”
Challenge Mode Selected!
The signal came and the race was on. This time she really gunned it, putting her all into every curve, every turn, the adrenaline rush and need for victory overwhelming even the sound of the engine between her legs. Her face plastered with a maniacal grin as she took the lead!
Only that other racer was behind her… they-
Her, she hadn’t noticed the curves or the feminine styling of their full figure racing suit before was keeping pace. But she was going to lose and JH was going to win!
She pulled into the next curve, ever sharper and ever faster, hugging her bike, her bust vibrating with the engine as she surged forth into a straightway. The other rider came close, mirroring her motions, her own bosom seeming to swell into pressing against her machine much as JH’s had. Not that she had time to worry about that, accelerating forward and gaining some distance. But her competition was fierce, coming back, neck and neck.
Or boobs to boobs?
Her racer suite had zipped down, and sans a bra a distracting amount of cleavege, at the very least coming damn close to JH’s stupidly stuffed titties as well, was now presented as the red and green jumpsuit comported itself to the more curvaceous woman’s figure.
More curvaceous than they had been, she wasn’t anywhere close to JH (of course). Same size boobs, equally round and ‘modded’, same tight ass pressed against her seat, same figure in general and even with the same cat ears/horns in her helmet and-
“Wait… is that-“
Her thoughts scattered as the momentary distraction had her seeing her increasingly obvious doppelganger’s shapely ass. JH growled and pushed forward, ducking past some dipshit that didn’t get the message about how this was Metro City street racing territory, and she took the lead again.
And with no time to spare, as they rounded another curve and were coming to the end. She was going to win! She was going to-
“FUCK YES!” Juri cried out, turning her bike as she braked, boot down and sliding nearly thirty meters to a stop. She was the winner, number fuckin’ one!
RACE COMPLETED!
JH versus Juri Revved Finished!
“Wait, Juri who?”
Juri Revved came to a stop a good deal closer to the finish line and less stylish. Pulling off her helmet she showed the unmistakable hair horns that JH herself sported, near identical features, screwed into a mix of frustration and confusion. Pawing at her chest she damn near gave the whole crowd a show before looked at her back side and the rest of her sleek, sexy, and close-fitting outfit.
“What the hell?! Why… how?”
JH’s only thoughts were, “Damn, do I look that hot?”
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