Rosalina had put on her skin-tight racing suit, showing off her curves to no one but the bike that she would race in. She pulled out that bike, determined to win the kart-race. Supposedly, Rosalina was put in the heavyweight class, but she didn't mind much. She was going to win, and she would do whatever it took to do so. She leaned in, weighing on her bike for the race to start. The latiku in his cloud began to count down, and Rosalina gripped the gear.
They went off into the track, with it's yellow dirt roads and green grass. Rosalina had managed to get in third place, and was hastily reaching for higher places. She was changing gears frequently to suit whatever terrain she managed to get in contact with. The ride exhilarated her senses, and she felt the air move across her body like a gentle, warm breeze, something she did not come in contact with often. Perhaps she was distracted for a second, as her bike went into a deep mud pit, bringing her along with it. She was trapped.
Rosalina felt her legs reach into the brown, grassy, inky mud, holding her captive. Her arms reached for the surface, and she struggled to get herself out. She was for sure going to loose now, but it didn't matter anymore to her. She was trapped in a mud pit and unable to get out. She had left her helping hand for this race, an yellow luma was no longer at her side. If she wanted out, she would have to do it herself.
She watched as the other karters went by, blasting each other with shells. She felt herself get some dry mud on her face, but for right now her mind was on the escape.
Then she made a startling discovery. Her body wasn't trapped, but rather the suit. She would have to take it off while in the mud, and hopefully get out before she sunk again. Again, she had forgot any undergarments that would have lightened her embarrassment. She felt for her chest, and pulled the zipper, her breasts getting larger due to the more space that they were aloud in.
The zipper got stuck, and now she realized she was sinking even more now that she had no hands on any outside worldly materials. Her mouth let out a single curse, before she pulled on her zipper even harder. This time her breasts came out full way, giving a slight bounce out. She grabbed the side of the yellow mud road, and fastened her arms out. Her suit sunk in the mud, and now she was free. Embarrassed, she ran from the accident, and pretty much forfeit the competition.
She ran in the grassy meadows, where her breasts bounced each time she took a running step. She held them in her arms for minimum bouncing, leaving much of her behind exposed. Some of the karters, the male ones, stared at her, but she didn't really care anymore. She was free from captivity, and ran naked in the sun. Her nipples felt hard in her hands, and she ran off.
Never did she want to race on Moo Moo Meadows again.