"Rings... around... base... too big!" it panted from above. Richie examined the jiggling balls with interest. Most of them seemed to be on his side of the metal wall. Enough for now at least! He grabbed the two handles hanging from his other pair and pulled down with might. The girl above screamed surprised when her chocolate-colored tits suddenly popped through. Easy!
Richie marvelled at the two incredible pairs dangling above. What fascinating objects of desire! His hands kneaded the taut flesh, pinched the springy skin of the different globes. Suddenly, he spotted something peculiar. At the front side of each ceiling hole, there seemed to be a small screw that held a tiny metal plate in place. What was this for?
He grabbed his trusty screwdriver and got to work on one of Lily's openings. As soon as he loosened the screw, he could move the tiny plate to the side, revealing a small, additional, oblong hole right next to the bigger ones. And he could see metal sparkling behind it!
Were those the rings? And what were those additional holes for? They just seemed to make the bigger ones a tiny bit larger. Maybe they were used for servicing the ratchet mechanism? Or the holes were not perfectly round because of the way they were cut into the metal, and the plate just hid it? Anyway, maybe he could use that to get those rings through!
"Girl! Can you tilt your left tit a bit? I think that ring should pass through now!"
Something moved above. The large breasts swayed and jiggled as the owner repositioned herself. There it was, silver metal!
"That's great!" Richie shouted, "A bit more to the left! Yes, that's it!"
He swiftly grabbed the tit and, with a quick yank, popped the ring through.
"Wow, nice one!"
"There... there are more!" it panted above, "Four on each!"
"Understood! I'll get them through. Now that I know how, this should be easy!"
And indeed it was. He just needed to tilt the bound tit the right way until the next silver ring appeared and guide it through. Click, click, click.
Finally, four rings were sitting right at the opening and the only thing left to do on this side was to push the small lid back in place and tighten the screw, which Richie did.
"Ready for the other one?" he asked and the girl groaned, "Definitely. Awkwardly imbalanced up here. Lying on those rings hurts!"
Richie unscrewed the second lid and popped the rings through like a pro. Finally, everything was in place! He tightened the screw again and leaned back, marvelling at the tight brass rings that forced those jiggling melons into their odd shape.
"Nice jewelry you have there! How will you get them off again?"
"No fucking clue! But at least it worked, right?"
"Indeed! And I have to agree, you are quite a creative one. Now, back to work!"
"Ladies and Gentlemen," the P.A. crackled, "I hope the fitting was successful. We will engage the security lock now!"
The driver pushed the levers. Screams of frustration filled the bus as loops of steel wire closed around the trapped assets and secured them in place.
"Stop complaining, girls! You should be used to that feeling by now. And it's only for your best! Some information regarding this trip: We are about halfway through, which means we have roughly 7 hours ahead of us. Night refreshments will soon be served, right after we managed our descent to Tat Mak. Meanwhile, some of our valued guests, Ms Betty Bright and Ms Linda Lickey, have suggested some activity to keep you entertained for the next hour. Breakfast will be served about 2 hours before we reach our final destination. Enjoy the ride!"
Hank, who loved to step in as announcer, handed the mic over to Betty, who was standing next to the driver's seat, grabbing one of the fat, white, dangling tits to stabilize herself.
Alice screamed in pain. Her ride had been reasonably calm so far, interrupted by short bursts 'attention' by that driver-jerk. Whenever that guy felt like it, he smacked her sore boobs so hard she thought they would fly out of the window! But he had to drive, too, so the time he could donate to his favorite hobby had been pretty limited. Except for the breaks. The breaks had been awful! That jerk had insisted every time that she returns within two minutes, which was barely enough to relieve herself, just so he had something to play with while he waited for the rest.
"My dear fellow passengers," said Betty, her fingers digging deeply in Alice's white breast, "I hope you enjoy the ride as much as I do! Let's start off with a bit of late night exercise for both you and your hidden companion! Just follow my lead and repeat after me!"
The smiling woman tried to steady herself, raised her arms and started slapping the dangling, white breasts above from the side. It almost looked like she did jumping jacks, sans the jumping though. The large objects smacked together repeatedly and a faint slapping sound emanated from them. Alice cringed and cursed as she felt her bosom flying around. What the hell was going on down there?
The other passengers looked with interest and tried to replicate what they were seeing. Soon, with lots of laughing and joking, everybody raised their hands and slapped them against the sides of 'their' personal pair. The surprised girls squeaked and yelled as suddenly everyone except a lucky few got treated at the same time.
"Please try to stay in sync!" Betty shouted, "One, two, three! One to three! Like that!"
The slapping got more pronounced as everybody tried to time their actions, and soon it sounded like an audience clapping politely during some show.
"Great, this is great! OK everybody, leave your pair alone for a moment and watch me doing the next exercise. Does anybody of you know soccer?"
A few people raised their hand.
"Great, so you know they sometimes do what they call a header? Hitting the ball with their heads? Let's try to do this with our 'balls' now! And remember, use of hands is strictly prohibited for this one!"
