The big hall was mostly empty now and the ground was covered in neatly trimmed grass. A big metal frame with a net at the back dominated one end of the hall and some white lines on the grass marked the goal line and the penalty box. It was obvious to anyone with only a bit of knowledge about soccer that the hall depicted a part of a life-sized play field, specifically the goal, the penalty box and a bit of the surrounding play area. The bright green grass was full of soccer balls, some small, some big, and the biggest, roundest pair towered right at the penalty spot.
Camera teams entered from the sides, their bulky, professional equipment adding to the atmosphere of an actual stadium. Everyone hustled into the room, astonished whispers and appreciating whistles could be heard.
"My my, what a surprise, isn't it? Did you find your pair yet?"
"With so many balls everywhere, it's really hard to find the right one," a woman giggled.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, as you can see we do everything to make this evening one to remember. If you can't find your pair of balls, feel free to ask staff after my little demonstration. They'll identify your personal specimen based on your visitor id. Once you have found it, please wait for the camera team to create your very own piece of art. But first let me show how to do this properly."
A camera approached the Conductor who was standing beside the humongous pair at the penalty spot, dressed in professional soccer gear including protectors for his shins and polished shoes with dangerous looking cleats.
"Staff will hand out fitting gear for everyone and there are changing rooms right outside the hall. As you can see, the camera is now ready for my little performance. So what I'll do now is, just like an actual soccer player, I'll take a bit of a run-up and then kick one of the balls as hard as I possibly can to score a goal."
The room fell silent in a heartbeat. Many of the guests shared concerned looks and wondered whether this was going a step too far, whether the poor owners of these fleshy appendages would be harmed in ways beyond the rules of the club.
Valerie had heard every word and could vividly imagine what was about to happen to her swollen hooters. She was scared beyond belief, hoping that these people showed mercy. But despite this horrid threat, her body betrayed her. The evil toy inside her snatch had not stopped humming for minutes and was now changing into a breathtaking cycle of intense vibrations interrupted by slow and sensual pulsing. They must have changed the control mode for it. The little devil did not react on touch anymore and seemed instead to be remote controlled by the organizer. She was so wet down there, she wondered if it was possible to drown in your own juices.
Her young body was brimming with lust in the pitch black darkness, the disembodied voices combined with the incredibly tight bondage of her breasts and the relentless caressing of her sex were challenging her sanity. She was inches away from a life-threatening eruption.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, don't be afraid for our brave donors. They know full well what to expect and their wonderful body parts are capable of sustaining quite some stress. I can assure you that no one will get permanently injured by this little demonstration. Now please get into the mood and clap your hands. In a few seconds, I will deliver a truly outstanding shot and I'm sure our capable team will capture the moment for all eternity!"
The audience slowly fell into rhythm and soon the entire hall was cheering. The Conductor smiled, took aim and started running.
The impact echoed through the hall as his foot connected with the painted breast and sent it flying. Valerie yelled, surprised by the breathtaking blow. The pent-up lust was suddenly released and her cries changed to screams of pleasure as a massive orgasm consumed her mind. Still in the throes of passion, she felt another kick on her other tit, equally powerful, followed by another and another. Her mind reeled, the pain mixed with pleasure and the poor girl couldn't stop coming.
"That should do it," the Conductor panted as he stopped pounding the balls, "Please change into your soccer dress and do the same exercise with your balls once the cameras are ready."
Valerie could hear the crowd cheering, could hear the screams of her fellow tit donors. Thankfully, her own breasts were spared this time around and her overstimulated mind slowly drifted into sleep.
