Jason was always the best in town on the Drift King racing sim, and was kinda famous for it amongst the arcade regulars. They said that he was the best in the greater Lakewood County, his initials regularly topping the leaderboard for years. He was known in the arcade circle as King JAS of Groveland, Master of The Wheel. Hopefully his status came with him into this new reality.
As he approached the machine, a bottomless giant boy noticed him and waddled over. Jason saw his face and recognized him as Marty, the pastor’s son. In the old world he was probably only six feet tall and had a lean muscle to his physique, always dressed in a button up and slacks. This version was almost ten feet tall and better resembled a whale, with a flaccid dick as long as Jason’s arm and thick as fuck with pubes. His button up was still on, but it was straining against his fatty bulk.
“Well well, what’s this?” Marty grinned, “King JS has returned to his throne to perfect his technique again?” Fuck yeah, his reputation was intact!
“You bet,” Jason nodded, “Gonna play with my girlfriend Chloe.”
“You sure I should take you on?” Chloe asked, “I could never stand up to the king!”
“Relax, I’ll go easy on you,” Jason smiled, “I can hold back for my angel in bifocals!”
“Probably not the best idea, J,” Marty shook his hammy head, his four chins jiggling, “Some giants from out of town came and beat your last high score.”
“Pfft! What?” Chloe snickered, “Bullshit? Who in this county could beat ol’ Jay-Jay?”
“That would be us, mizzeto,” answered a husky, Japanese voice. The three Americans turned to see who the voice belonged to, seeing a spherical woman about seven feet tall dressed head to toe in heavy black clothing accented with neon pinks, blues, and greens. Her long, greasy black hair and rank miasma confirmed that she was an ogre. Behind her was a boy dressed in similar clothes and of similar height and weight... and body odor.
“Uhh, hello,” Jason greeted nervously, “Who are you two?”
“We are the Karakara Twins,” the brother introduced, “I am Karakara Yoshi, and this is my sister Karakara Kyoko.”
“You are the ritorubōi with the old high score?” Kyoko asked, “It was tight but it was no problem for me! I was playing Drift King when I was a little on'na no akachan!”
“That’s impressive,” Jason bowed his head, “but you think you can scare a king? You ogres don’t intimidate me.”
“Dude, right here,” Marty groaned, an annoyed rippling fart pouring out from his body.
“Ogre? Oh ho ho ho!” Kyoko laughed haughtily, “That’s adorable!”
“Back home, we are known as kaiju,” Yoshi stated, “a title we wear with pride!” The siblings struck a dramatic pose and farted to simulate dramatic wind. It worked, but it smelled rank as hell.
“Neat,” Jason replied, “so what brings you here to Groveland?”
“We’re here establishing a branch of the Karakawa Foundation in the states,” Yoshi explained, “We’re a luxury toilet company, specializing in high end smart toilets.”
“We noticed this dinky little arcade and decided to crush some scores,” Kyoko laughed, “and it looks like we’re having quite an effect on this place, aren’t we onee-chan?”
“Indeed, nii-chan,” Yoshi nodded.
“Well shucks, guess I’ll have to push myself this time,” Jason shrugged, “In fact, how about a race?”
“Aww hell yeah!” Chloe cheered, “That’s the Jason I started dating! Woo!”
“A race with a mizzeto like you?” Kyoko raised an eyebrow, “It’d be a slaughter! But okay, I’ll bite! I’ll beat you on the track you’re best at!”
“Oh anytime, sister!” Chloe boasted, “Show these bullies why they call you the King, Jason!”
“Oh boy, here we go!” Marty exclaimed, “Hey everyone! The King of Groveland is gonna race these out of towners!” As Jason and his opponent Kyoko took their seats, a small crowd was starting to gather. Excited chatter started permeating the building as the quarters clunked into the machine. The race was officially on.