RRRRRRRRRRR!!!
The van swerved through both buildings, fleeing people, police, and dust and debris that floated through the air. At the wheel, a sweating Makoto refused to take her foot off the gas, even as her fellow female teammates attempted to brace themselves by holding onto any item that was nailed down in the cabin.
“You don’t think we can go just a bit slower?!” Ann shrieked. “I think Futaba’s going to hurl!”
“We all are!” Haru opined, covering her head as the dash ornament flew from its resting place and barely dodged Haru’s face.
“Wait!” Makoto yelled to nobody, slowing the camper to a crawl as a night-like shadow was gradually falling upon them. “It’s… it’s quiet…”
SLAAAAM!!!
From up above, Kawakami bit her lip in bliss and ecstasy as she looked at the puny tin can of a camper that was enveloped of the clutched between her feet, requiring all her focus to not simply crush it into a sheet of aluminum foil then and there.
“What the?!” Makoto shrieked as her fingernails reflexively bore into the leather steering wheel, looking around her as the interior of the vehicle was getting more and more compressed and dented by whatever outside force was causing this. Through the darkness and dust ahead of the rear windshield, Makoto gasped as she realized she could just barely make out… panties. The shadow was being cast by the massive woman’s open skirt, blotting out absolutely everything before them.
“What’s going on – ” Haru screamed, jumping to protect Futaba as the van quaked and everyone in the cab was thrown around haphazardly like lottery balls.
