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Time off was necessary no matter what job a person worked. That was true even for those who worked for the guild known affectionately far and wide as 'The Gracious Gut'. Sure everyone was eager to get stuffed as often as possible and stay that way as long as they could manage, but after a few lengthy trips, a body needed to take some time to rest. All those muscles just needed to recuperate, just for a few days at least. And that tended to leave a guild member itching to get filled all over again.

Darrius had just finished up his own break, taking a few days to let everything inside and out settle and recover from his last trip. It had been a big one, a total of ten passengers all distributed about his innards. It had been quite lovely. Now, he was hoping to take it a little easier at first, but not too easy.

The dark dragon-shire clopped his four hooves across the wooden floor of the guild hall, passing through the aisles of sitting areas, stations as they were called, filled with people looking for safe passage to their destination. The tauric fellow offered a friendly wave or greeting to other guild members passing by, some swollen, some waiting to get that way. He couldn't help but feel excited about getting back to work.

The tall, dark fellow reached the station assigned to him, briefly looking up at the sign reading "Telk" overhead. A half dozen prospective clients sat waiting for their predator to show up. They all turned to look at the horse-dragon as he approached. He flashed them a brilliant smile and looked them over.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Darrius. I'll be your ride today. How's everyone doing?" his voice was cheerful and pleasant, trying not to sound too eager to eat everyone in front of him.

"Still not too sure about this," called out a burly bovine fellow with his arms crossed over his chest, "I don't see why I hafta ride in someone's gut. It ain't that bad out there, not for someone like me."

"You might be surprised. It's the busy season for us for a reason," Darrius turned to look at the disgruntled bull who was only a couple of feet shorter than him, "Monsters are on the rise out there, it's just that time of year. Better to be safe than sorry. I promise you'll have a smooth ride the whole way. Do you have a preference for where you'd like to be?"

The bull snorted a little and looked away. His cheeks were red. Clearly, he was embarrassed that he had to resort to being someone's meal just to get somewhere.

"We'll take stomach, if that's alright." Interjected a buck who appeared to have only just recently shed his antlers.

"That's no trouble at all. But before you two get squared away, lemme see where everyone wants to go," the dragon-shire smiled, "Anyone else have a preference?"

"If it's available, we'd like to reserve the 'ball room'." grinned a wolf, squeezing his arm around another lupine fellow next to him.

They both smiled brightly up at the shire, easily the smallest two of the group. Darrius grinned down at them before turning to look back at his hind-end. He lifted one leg up out of the way to peer at the sizable length dangling between his hindquarters. It was already starting to firm up in anticipation of how he would be feeling soon.

"I don't see that as any kind of problem. In fact, you'll probably be the last to load up depending," the taur turned to look at the remaining couple who had yet to say anything, "And you? Any thoughts on where you'd like to stay?"

The couple, a tabby cat and mouse, both equally chubby, looked at each other. They whispered back and forth for a moment before finally looking back up at the taur.

"We were hoping for somewhere just for the two of us. They've got the stomach," the feline pointed at the bull and deer, then turned to gesture at the two wolves, "And they've got your sac. I don't know what that leaves us with."

Darrius had been studying the pair carefully, how they had remained huddled together, not out of fear, but affection. They were married, or soon to be at least. They probably wanted to enjoy some alone time for a reason.

"Well it just so happens that I've got a third option that I think would fit you two quite nicely," he tapped one of the badges on the strap of his satchel, directing attention to the one that showed a specific ability he'd come to practice frequently, "I like to call it 'the honeymoon suite' since it's almost always couples going in there. Sound good?"

The cat and mouse peered at the badge, revealing that this taur had an open and available womb to fill. They looked him back in the eye and nodded happily.

"That sounds great!" the mouse said gleefully.

"Right, so then you two will be first. Then the doggies. Can't have them shooting out while I'm loading the lovebirds up. Then I get to snack on the two big handsome grass eaters." Darrius went through the group, from cat and mouse, to wolves, then to deer and bull.

The group agreed, though the bull was reluctant. Everyone stripped down as was the custom, then moved to load their belongings into the various pouches the taur provided. Each bag-of-holding was labeled with a frequent traveler's personal token to identify it, or one of several unique, pre-stamped tokens to signify which one belonged to which passenger. Once all the pouches were gathered and tucked securely into the dragon-shire's satchel, he turned about to bring his rear to face the first couple looking to 'board'. He swished his tail to the side, giving the group a perfect view of his rear. The pucker of his anus, the dark and glistening folds of his feminine side, and the enormous, pendulous swells of his sac.

Given that the two wolves had a reputation among the guild--and Darrius hadn't missed that--the taur was a little surprised the lupines didn't simply pounce him. Instead, the feline and mouse both shuffled closer. There was little ceremony to their entry. The cat, oddly the more timid of the two, pressed his paws against the hot, moistening petals he'd be slipping through. His ears folded back as he heard Darrius rumble in response.

"Just... shove on in?" the cat asked.

"That's right. Once you get deep enough, I'll take care of the rest. Don't be shy." the dragon-shire called out over his shoulder.

The orange and yellow cat nodded and pushed forward, his arms sinking in effortlessly. It was something of a surprise to him that there was so little resistance. Clearly this fellow was a veteran. The taur closed his eyes and huffed, spreading his hind legs a bit further as he felt the cat's head follow. The mouse began to help shove her chubby lover in, silently impressed at the predator's ability to stretch so easily. When the feline was in up to his chest, a lewd slurp sounded and suddenly his belly was tugged in. The taur had begun 'helping'.

The mouse pushed on the cat, grunting a little as she was allowed to tip forward so suddenly. She had not been counting on Darrius being so dexterous with his canal. He grinned and relished the shiver that ran up his spine. The feline's soaked form was quickly dragged in past his hips, and as soon as he felt the mouse's fingertips brush against his greedy vulva, he 'swallowed' again, hoping to grab hold of her. His efforts were met with success. The rotund rodent was taken by surprise as her arms were quickly devoured, pressed along side her 'roommate's thighs.

In a flash, her head was gone as well. The wet sucking sounds of the taur's work were drowned out by all the other lewd noises of other guild members doing their own jobs in a similar fashion. With most of the cat consumed, the taur's lower belly bulged much to his satisfaction. His sides swelled and shifted until he could feel the feline 'fall' into place. His gut bounced lightly as he felt a pair of paws pass through him, leaving his rippling corridor to be deposited in his womb. The mouse followed in very short order. She was clearly more eager to get in than the cat was.

With one last crass slurp, the taur's petals slowly closed back up behind the paws of his second 'child', sealing them both in for the duration of their trip. Quietly, he fantasized about leaving them in there for longer than that. He likely wouldn't get paid extra if he did that. Darrius sighed and reached back, running a palm over his writhing, wriggling belly. It was nicely occupied, but nowhere near as full as he could get. Given this particular assignment's demands, it looked like it would be as easy going as he hoped it would be on the first assignment back from holiday.

"Ahh, there we go, two lovebirds tucked in, safe and sound. Now for you boys." Darrius looked to the pair of wolves.

They were grinning ear to ear, and they had been fidgeting tremendously the whole time. Without another word, they leapt to their paws and hurried forward. The two canids shoved themselves under the taur's bloated tummy and practically assaulted his shaft. They licked and squeezed and stroked as the massive, rigid spire drooled readily at their touch. The shire gasped as soon as he was brought almost to the verge of climax then and there. He hadn't been graced with the privilege of transporting these two before, but their reputation was well known throughout the guild.

And part of that reputation was how eager they were.

Before Darrius could say anything, one of the lupines had moved to the head of the throbbing spire and begun trying to plunge his hands in. A groan came from above the pair as they worked to sink in. And their practiced skills ensured a quick trip. The first wolf found himself buried up to his shoulders in but a precious few moments, then dipped his head low to press his nose into the tunnel smelling strongly of the dragon-shire's seed. He was quickly coated in clear stickiness, matting his fur down as his scent was quickly overwhelmed by the taur's. The other wolf wrapped his arms around his companion, working to help hoist him up and push him in. They had gotten this down to a science at this point.

Darrius' shaft bucked around the intruding wolf, stretching around him as he was forced in. One good shove saw the first one wedged in up to the bottom of his torso. The dragon-shire bit back a shout before permitting himself to groan. His chest was heaving at this point. And as he fought to clear his mind enough to do his part, he felt more than just one wolf sliding into his already terribly distended shaft. He could feel the second wolf's hands and arms, even his muzzle, slipping in alongside the first. They were trying to double up.

The very thought of taking two at once--even with such a large size difference between predator and his two passengers--struck the taur in a very alluring way. Before he could try to command it himself, his shaft flared and bucked, pulling the intruders in with a sharp 'gulp'. Again, Darrius' breath was stolen away, but he held fast. The first wolf was in up to his ankles now, and the second was at his waist. Another 'gulp' followed, this time under the taur's control. His chest heaved as he felt both lupines slip deeper down his shaft. One more solid 'swallow' tugged the two in until they were gone from sight, nothing more than a ridiculously large, writhing lump in the underside of the taur's member.

Motion continued under Darrius' flesh, making him quake and quiver. If he wasn't careful, he might pop the two back out before they got where they were going. With every ounce of self-control the dragon-shire had in him, he commanded his length to drag its captives downward one more time. He groaned loudly as it responded obediently. The grand bulge slipped along the dark, fleshy rod until his scrotum, already rather generously sized, resting comfortably against the back of his hind legs, swelled and sagged to house them. With a sticky plop, both wolves landed in their requested 'quarters' for the duration of their trip. Immediately, they set about making the salty chambers wriggle and wobble.

Any passer-by would be able to easily tell that the taur had stuffed a pair of folks into his sac. Paws pressed out through the dark skin. Occasionally a muzzle mashed outward as they turned about, molesting one another. Their moans, though muffled, easily reached Darrius' ears. He didn't mind this sort of thing. Rather he encouraged it. But it did tend to distract him terribly.

"Ooo... okay, that's four out of six," the dark fellow huffed, "Two more to go. You two ready?"

Darrius looked to the deer and bull. They had watched with great interest as the taur packed away the other passengers. They stared at his gently churning gut and his rather excitedly active sac. His delighted expression told them all they needed to know. He was enjoying his job quite a lot.

"Sure. I think Mr. Grouchy should go first." the deer said, gently pushing his bovine friend forward.

"Alright. You're sure that you're okay with this? I need to hear you actually consent since you sounded like you could go either way." Darrius asked.

"Just do it already. At least it'll be private in there." the bull grumbled.

The taur nodded and opened his mouth as he stepped forward, pulling the cow into his arms. He dropped his jaws over the bull's head without hesitation and swallowed. Usually it was best to go fairly quick with the ones who, while they weren't frightened, weren't exactly thrilled at the prospect. Darrius gulped noisily as he hoisted the bovine fellow up into his maw, sinking him into the hot, dark gullet leading to the gurgling chamber that would be his home for the next few days.

The deer watched on quietly, fixated on the lumps and bulges his friend made in the dragon-shire's form. The bull's chest vanished inside, then his stomach, followed by his hips. Darrius had no intention of lingering. He was still out of breath from the two naughty lupines rolling around in his balls. It didn't help that big meals tended to make it difficult to breathe when they were going in.

The bull, while he still wasn't completely sold, behaved himself, even shuffling this way and that to help crawl in faster. The sooner he got it over with, the sooner he'd get to come back out. And Darrius was happy to oblige. In moments, the dragon-shire had dragged his lips past the bull's thighs and knees. He reached up and shoved on the hooves sticking out of his mouth and gulped hard. The last of the bovine's form slipped into his throat and sank down towards the heavy, expansive swell of his upper belly. The taur sighed once his mouth was freed up and gave his huge gut a squeeze.

"Ahh, that's one, gimme just a moment and I'll be ready for you too." Darrius smiled, paused, then loosed a deep, quiet belch.

The bull spun about inside the taur's stomach, trying to figure out how to get comfortable, but his efforts were useless. He quickly found himself moving again, sliding deeper. Darrius' bloated upper stomach began to shrink as his lower belly swelled and sagged even more than it already did. With a smooth, quiet slurp only heard by the bull passing through the taur's innards, the dragon-shire shuffled his latest passenger into the proper position.

The deer moved around Darrius' side and leaned against the stuffed belly, mashing his cheek against where he believed his bovine friend to be stuck.

"Just hang on, I'll be in with you in a second." the cervine fellow called out to the wriggling gut.

The taur permitted his final customer whatever time he needed. It wasn't much, but it was appreciated. The buck stood back up and clopped his way back around in front of Darrius, leaned up towards him, and offered the taur a chaste peck on the nose.

"Ready?" the stuffed dragon-shire asked.

"Ready." the buck sighed and closed his eyes.

Again, Darrius opened his mouth wide and brought it down on his meal. He didn't feel like taking his time with this one either; steadily, methodically gobbling him up. Head, shoulders, and chest passed without difficulty. Stomach and hips were slightly more effort, but only because the buck had been putting on a bit of winter weight. Darrius didn't mind that. It just meant it was more he got to fill himself with. The taur shoved the deer's rump into his maw and tilted his head back, letting him ride the long, slow slide down his throat. The buck's thighs inched in, giving way to his knees. Then soon, the dragon-shire was pushing a second set of hooves into his mouth and swallowing them down.

The deer found himself crammed into the temporary destination of the taur's upper stomach, giving Darrius a moment to rest. It even gave him a chance to appreciate having a giant gut with much easier arm's reach. The dragon-shire gave his belly a firm pat, caught his breath, then focused once again, moving his final passenger into the proper position. The buck slipped in to the taur's lower belly, crammed in against the bull. They immediately wrapped themselves up in each other's arms, the cervine offering his companion what comfort he could.

The dark creature housing all six of his passengers sighed once he had gotten everyone settled in. A thick, sticky puddle had formed under him, his length having spasmed a few times thanks to his lupine friends riding 'downstairs'. How they hadn't gotten him to shoot them out yet was beyond him.

Everyone was in. It was time to get on the road. Almost.

"Hey," Darrius called out to a passing gryphon enjoying his own swollen gut, "Can you gimme a little hand?"

The taur reached into his satchel and pulled out a rather large metal ring, then lifted one of his hind legs.

"Forgot to get one of the others to put it on for you, huh?" the gryphon chuckled.

"Yeah, kinda got caught up in it. Little help? I don't wanna lose anyone prematurely."

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The trip to Telk was rather quiet, at least in the outside world. Darrius had been fortunate enough to avoid any unpleasant encounters. The monsters on that particular road seemed to have learned to not attack anything with four legs. His belly and sac swayed under him with every step. Every night, when he stopped to make camp, he would lounge next to his fire and indulge himself a bit. With a gut so big, thanks to the two big fellows he'd eaten and the two stretching his womb, he had plenty to hump against, and hump he did. It was usually a slow, gentle affair, taking advantage of his bulky figure and rock everyone to sleep at the same time. After he made a sticky patch in the grass, he went to sleep himself.

Morning on the fifth day of Darrius' trip saw him arrive at Telk. He found the guild hall and, within, the debarkation area. It wasn't a welcome thought, giving up his passengers, but it had to be done. And of course, he would get to load back up when he was done. The taur filled out the necessary paperwork and settled in on top of one of the cushions big enough for him. He wasn't in a hurry to let everyone out, wanting to give them a chance to make an exit in their own time.

The first was the bull, which was no surprise. The dragon-shire squirmed as he felt the bovine slip further along through him until the horse-like tail at back of the creature lifted and flicked off to one side. In seconds, his anus puckered, then stretched open. The bull's head slipped out into the bright world beyond. An unhappy grunt came from behind the taur as the first one to escape complained about the light. It had been pleasantly dark in the dragon-shire's belly after all.

Darrius offered up a firm push, willing his bowels to help the big fellow out. Shoulders stretched the ring of muscle, followed by a broad chest. The bovine squirmed about, rocking from side to side until his arms were free. He planted his hands against the taur's rump and pushed, dragging more of himself out into the open air. Once he reached waist depth, he collapsed forward onto the cushion and his legs slurped out the rest of the way. He was no worse for the wear, and hadn't even encountered anything foul on the way out. It had been an ideal trip.

"That was a better experience than my last few trips," the cow huffed, tired from his strenuous escape, "I had a couple of greedy guys try to keep me. Or at least teased like they were going to."

"I'm not gonna lie, it's a tempting thought. But if you don't enjoy that, just let'em know. They'll stop." Darrius called out towards his rear.

A new shudder raced up his spine as he felt the buck wriggle up to take the bull's place in his colon. The taur grunted and groaned a little this time, trying to make this one a bit easier. The deer took only a little less time than his companion, landing on top of him as he slid free with a noisy squelch. The bull wrapped his arms around the cervine, squeezing him firmly.

"Wasn't as bad as last time. If we can get someone like him again, I wouldn't be so cranky about taking trips." the cow smirked.

"I was hoping you'd feel that way." the buck pressed forward and silenced his husband with a firm kiss.

Darrius slowly caught his breath as he waited for the couple to catch theirs as well and 'clear the landing pad'. Once he had his opening, he reluctantly began working a different set of muscles. A series of contractions began squeezing the cat and mouse in his womb, slowly working to force them out. They resisted at first, giving the dragon-shire a good stretch that made him try to hit the brakes. The temptation to go long with the cute couple still in there was quite powerful.

Still, it had to be done. The taur wiggled his hindquarters and grit his teeth as the rotund feline began to emerge. His nethers parted and out he came, little by little, inch by inch. Clearly the taur's canal wasn't that interested in giving up its toy. But its master's will was stronger. Darrius spread his legs little by little as he worked more of the cat out of him. Then, with an unceremoniously wet flop, the feline landed on the cushion below, coated head to toe in a slick sheen.

For a moment, he lay there just trying to recover some of his strength. Before he could get out of the way, his partner began her exit. The cat managed to sit himself up and cast his gaze to the lady slowly slipping out of the taur's folds. He reached up and took her hands, thinking he might help drag her free. By the time he managed to take hold of her, she slipped loose and landed on him, the two flopping onto the cushion in a tired heap.

Darrius sighed in relief. He'd managed to give birth to both, as well as pass the first pair. All that remained were the two wolves rolling around in his scrotum.

"Hey there, big guy!" called out a new approaching voice.

The taur turned to look to see who it was, finding a large, green drake with a huge grin waddling up towards him. He had a significant swell in his middle, churning and wriggling about.

"Oh, hey Aron. Long time no see. What are you doing here? This isn't on your usual route." Darrius replied.

"Special trip. I'm headed back this afternoon. I just got word that you've got a couple of transfers I can take with me," the muscle-bound green dragon looked over the four laying sprawled behind the taur, "Any of you looking to head to Shirebrook?"

They all shook their heads, leading Darrius to lift one of his legs to look back under his now more trim form.

"I guess its these two, the kinky wolf boys." he paused before another shiver ran through him.

The boys in question were starting to get up to their usual activities in there, making the taur's scrotum jostle and bounce. Suddenly, he was wondering if he could take them the rest of the way himself.

"Oh yeah, that's them alright! Need some help gettin'em out?" Aron grinned wider.

"Well, if you're taking them, sure. How do you wanna do it?" Darrius lowered his leg again, turning about to face the dragon properly.

"You just stay right where you are, I'll take care of it." the drake leaned in close, giving the taur a firm squeeze against his squirming stomach.

Before the dragon-shire could say anything further, the jade drake got down on his hands and knees, crawling under him. With a heavy thump, the chiseled fellow flopped onto his back and reached up, removing the ring hugging tight around Darrius' length. The ring that had helped him keep the two wolves sealed away where they should be for the trip.

Then, warmth consumed the taur's member. Darrius gasped and groaned, feeling a powerful urge to hump forward into whatever it was he was inserted into. It didn't take long for him to realize he had a pair of jaws wrapped around him, suckling away on the monster rod that had been bouncing against his 'undercarriage' the whole way to Telk.

With the two naughty lupines doing what they did best, and the green dragon displaying his own skill, slurping and swallowing around the engorged rod, Darrius didn't last long. He threw his head back and cried out as a heavy blast of spunk gushed down Aron's throat. It was like the rapids of a rain-swollen river, carrying everything it caught along the way. Including the taur's two remaining passengers. One by one, they were forced down his length, right into the dragon's waiting gullet. He grunted as he felt each lump pass, then land in his belly with a hard bounce.

The task complete, the green drake slowly withdrew the taur's massive length from his throat. A sticky trail of white dribbled down from his chin, and a sagging string of the stuff connected his lips to the dragon-shire's member. It finally broke as Aron licked his lips clean, scooting his way back out from under Darrius. His gut had grown visibly from the hearty meal and drink he'd been given. A crass belch escaped him as he sat up.

"There you go... all emptied out, ready for another batch." the green drake laughed.

"Yeah, that'll be later tonight. Thanks." Darrius said.

Aron climbed to his feet, paws pressed against his still very active belly, moving to stand in the way of the taur as he turned to try and leave.

"Hold on, where are you going?" the dragon asked.

"I was gonna go have a lie down, try to get some rest before I load back up." the dragon-shire was left a little uneasy by the sudden aggressive blockade.

"Oh no, not yet you're not. I don't usually bottom, so I expect a little recompense." Aron grinned, motioning for the taur to turn around.

Darrius grinned and rolled his eyes. He spun about as requested, but didn't have long to wait before he was suddenly jabbed. The green drake mashed his hips against the taur's hindquarters, sinking his own aching length into the pulsing ring that had just permitted two very large boys slip through it. Ordinarily, Aron was much more gentle than this, but he wasn't in the mood to wait, and he was sure that the dragon-shire was eager to go have his rest. He began hammering away, grunting and growling loudly.

All the rocking and thrusting jostled Darrius about, and the rather large intrusion under his tail stole his breath away. He stamped his hooves and grunted, trying to shove himself back into the green hips slapping him. He could feel the weight of the dragon's bulbous gut pressing down on his lower back, and it felt quite lovely. The four having already made their escape watched on quietly. They couldn't leave until they'd gotten their belongings back, and their predator was a little busy getting reamed.

And he was getting reamed real good.

Aron gripped at the dragon-shire's shapely rump, humping as hard as he could manage. Darrius rocked back into him in the hopes of timing the motion so that they forced the drake's rod as deep as possible. And it paid off. Soon there came a strong twitch from the broad shaft and it began to paint the taur's interior. Darrius cried out as his own length began to paint the floor. Within moments, he could feel his sides start to push outward. A heavy weight settled in his lower belly, growing bulkier and heavier with every passing moment. Aron was known for his 'generosity', but he must have done something recently to kick it up another notch.

A small lake drained into the taur's bowels, flowing deeper until he could feel his stomach gurgle and groan. When the green drake finally pulled free, Darrius was so bloated, his belly almost reached the ground. He was more bloated than he had been throughout the whole trip to Telk. That itch he had been needing to scratch was finally getting good and scratched.

With payment made in full, the dragon gave the taur a good slap on the rump.

"Thanks, been needing that for a while." Aron sighed.

"Yeah, me too. Just got back from a vacation, been missing being full." Darrius said with a huff.

The matter of the customers' possessions was handled, and the green drake was off to tend to his route. Darrius meanwhile was waddling his way to one of the guild's bedrooms. He was unsteady on his hooves, but he was deeply pleased. His wallet was almost as full as his gut, and when both were stuffed, he couldn't find a reason to complain. Hopefully, the next round of customers would be bigger than his first trip back on the job.