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The rest stop bathroom was about as one might have expected: grimy floors, dirty stalls, sinks that didn't work quite right, and the soap and paper towels were either empty or nearly there. But that was what was unremarkable about it. What made this particular rest stop bathroom special was the loud, very bovine bellow echoing through the tile-lined space. A series of thick, heavy splatters coated the inside of one of the stalls occupied by a large, crimson-hued cow. She made no effort to conceal what she was doing. She didn't really care. She was getting paid good money for it.

Daisy kicked open the stall door as gently as she could. She was quite large and her muscular physique suggested that perhaps any additional strength would have knocked the door off the hinges. She was breathing a little heavily, but she would calm down soon enough. She stepped out towards one of the sinks to wash her massive hands, forced to lean forward a good deal so that she could actually see what she was doing. With a bust as generous as hers, it made seeing down below something of a challenge.

A groan rose up behind her from inside the stall. A short feline stood there, slumped against the flimsy partition. He actually wasn't that short, but then everyone was small compared to the cow. She was something of a giant in the opinion of most, easily two and a half meters tall. The cat wasn't but a meter and three quarters himself, which certainly made him a good deal shorter. He was completely naked and drenched from head to paw in a thick, viscous white ooze that soaked into his fur. His expression was one of dazed exhilaration. Whatever he had just been through, he certainly had a positive opinion of it.

"This concludes our business. Please be sure to leave a five star rating. Tips are greatly appreciated." Daisy said in a neutral tone, devoid of any sense of aftercare for the poor feline.

Then again, he didn't really seem like he was that interested in aftercare. He was still riding high from the experience and struggling to keep from slipping in the pool of spunk he was standing in. There was a shower, blessedly, though it would take something with a great deal more pressure than that sad excuse would provide to really get him clean. That wasn't Daisy's problem. She had a job to do and that meant she had to get back on the road as soon as possible.

Once the big red bovine lady had dried her hands, she pulled out her slate. It was comedically small in her grasp but she operated it quite deftly. She swiped through various screens before opening the HtchHkr app she used, finding her next customer was already waiting for her. That meant she would have to go out and find them, drag them into the bathroom, and get the job done. She hated doing that. Rushing through the job meant she wouldn't get to savor it.

"Um... hello?" asked a small, meek voice.

Daisy lifted her gaze from her slate to peer over at the source. It was a raccoon, a little shorter than the cat she had just finished with, and a bit chubbier. He stared up at her in absolute wonder, marveling at her absolute mammoth size. It wasn't hard to tell that she was the user from the app he had selected.

"You Jerry?" Daisy asked in a perfunctory voice.

"Y-yeah... that's me! I guess that means you're Daisy? Headed to Marksborough?" the raccoon asked.

"I'm headed that direction, yeah. App says yer lookin' for a ride," the big bovine lady said, "You understand how this works?"

Jerry nodded, glancing over at the still dizzy feline, though he was finally coming around. It would be an interesting story for him to tell later, that was for sure. The raccoon brought his gaze back to the cow, making sure to keep his eyes locked on hers for fear that drifting lower might offend.

"Y-yeah, I've read through the app's explanation of the system, and I read your profile. Never heard of a lady doing this sorta thing before." Jerry said.

"Well yer about ta get a firsthand account, that is if you agree." Daisy said.

"Oh!" Jerry said with a mild tone of shock, pulled out his slate, and tapped away to complete his end of the transaction, "Yes! I agree! Sorry, I was just a little... distracted."

The bovine woman grunted softly as she widened her stance. She was still dealing with a couple of other clients and it left her in a bit of a mood. She lifted one palm to cup at her chest while the other lifted her skirt to reveal a massive, bloated sac dangling against her thighs and a throbbing, drooling shaft large enough that it rivaled one of Jerry's legs. The pendulous bloat hanging from between her legs gently churned and squirmed. The other two clients were acclimating to the sudden loss of their 'roommate'.

"Which was it that had you distracted? The tits? Or the junk?" Daisy asked, wanting to know so she could move forward accordingly.

"Well to be honest," Jerry said, trying very hard not to stammer, "It's kind of... the whole package. I knew you'd be big from your profile. I didn't realize just how big!"

"Yeah, I get that a lot," she replied, "You ready? I'm kinda on the clock."

"Oh! Right! Yes! I'm ready! I've got all the stuff I'm bringing in a watertight pouch and that's strapped on tight so I won't lose it. I should probably put my slate in with the rest of my stuff too." Jerry answered.

"Your clothes too, unless you want them to smell like cow jizz for however long it takes to wash it all out." Daisy said.

She grunted again as one of her passengers kicked. The motion created a visible print in the shape of a foot-paw that stretched outward from the rest of her ponderous scrotum. It pushed out slowly, then gradually sank back in, making the big woman huff a little. Jerry was mesmerized by the sight of it. Clearly this was his first time using HtchHkr, or at least it was the first time he'd opted to select a carrier that preferred this style of transport.

He slipped out of his clothes--a simple t-shirt, shorts, underwear, and flip-flops--and tucked everything into his watertight pouch. It scarcely bulged any bigger than it had prior to the addition, suggesting to Daisy that he had picked up one of those fancy, 'bigger on the inside' contraptions. She would need to look into getting something like that for herself if this kept up, otherwise she might get a stern talking to from the cops about indecent exposure. At least the skirt did a decent enough job.

Once Jerry was completely naked, covering himself out of modesty, he bit his lower lip and looked around, unsure what to do next.

"So uh... how do we um-" he cut himself off as he heard the sound of the cat slipping and falling in the shower just before the water was turned on, "get started?"

"C'mere, I'll show ya." Daisy said, lifting a vast palm, curling a finger in a beckoning gesture.

The raccoon did as he was told, stepping towards the muscular bovine. She put a lot of the bodybuilders he had seen back home to shame. She looked like she had been carved out of a very red slab of marble. Daisy gripped her still throbbing length--too thick for her to get her fingers all the way around--and reached out to take hold of the raccoon with her other hand. She shoved his face towards the end of her member and sucked in a lungful of air. The head flared easily around the new customer, swallowing him right up to his neck. He let out a muffled yelp of surprise as it happened, struggling out of pure instinct.

Daisy loved it when they squirmed. Sure, he would calm down--it was just that burst of fight or flight response--but in that moment where he wouldn't hold still and she was able to just enjoy it, she absolutely reveled in the sensation. A long, low groan filled the bathroom as she got down to work, sliding her strong hand down over the raccoon's form. She lifted him up--showing off just how absolutely powerful she was--and began to stuff him down her aching length. In the back of her mind, she joked about how her dick was hungry--not to mention angry it had to give up one of its meals. A hangry dick was not something to be trifled with.

Jerry continued his struggling, though he was beginning to slow. His shoulders presented no real trouble, nor did his chest. The gentle paunch of his stomach was probably one of the widest parts of him, but Daisy had no difficulty with any of it. She just continued to slide him deeper down her length. An enormous bulge formed along the underside of her shaft, taking the vague form of her latest passenger. Had she been thinking, she would have put her slate on the floor and set it to record an 'up skirt' video showing off the whole experience. She resolved to do that next time. There were plenty of weirdos on the internet who paid good money to see that kind of thing. Her side-hustle had a side-hustle it turned out.

A few good shoves mixed with a hearty 'moo' that reverberated through the bathroom saw Jerry shoved in up to his thighs, not quite to his knees. He kicked his legs lightly, a little disoriented from what direction he was pointed, but he was finally beginning to properly relax into the moment and just drink in the experience. Daisy released her grip on both her shaft and the raccoon, taking a moment to rest. A series of small tugging motions rippled away around the smaller fellow, letting him know that he wasn't going to stay stuck there. She could just stand there, completely hands-free, and he would land in her sac eventually.

Daisy turned to look at herself in the mirror, flexing and posing here and there for a moment or two, especially enjoying the sight of another little guy vanishing into her loins. She even clenched up, flexing everything from her waist to her knees, which made her genuinely impressive mast firm up that much more and tilt upwards. The whole act had been meant to grip Jerry just a bit tighter. It had the added bonus of slurping him up a little bit faster. As soon as she relaxed, her length sagged back down, but the raccoon hanging out of her didn't slide back out. If anything, he sank in deeper into her.

It was in that moment that the bovine lady decided she should at least try to record some of the moment. She pulled out her slate again, pointed it at the mirror, and began recording. A series of rhythmic flexings and relaxings followed, which made Jerry creep just that much deeper little by little. Daisy wanted to keep this up for however much longer it would take to finish him off, but like she said, she was on the clock. She reached down with her free hand and gripped her shaft again, lifting it up.

The assistance of gravity saw Jerry slide completely out of sight, save for the bulge he made in her length. His head and shoulders had already spilled into her waiting sac, where he met the other two already sloshing about within. They didn't bother trying to help pull him in. He was already making good headway on that front. In fact, he was speeding up. Daisy let out another long, low groan as she felt her latest client glide so effortlessly down her pulsing rod then stretch her scrotum just that much more. He landed inside her with a wet splat and a bounce. Her sac surged downward then sprang back, looking a bit like watching the underside of a trampoline.

"Ahhh... there we go. Ready to hit the road." Daisy said, ending the recording.

She tucked her mobile slate back where she usually kept it--in her exceptional cleavage--and began trying to straighten out her skirt. It was terribly short for someone her size, which meant it did very little to conceal her masculine features. She hated wearing pants, and she wasn't about to wear something longer to help hide her 'shame'. After all, she was kind of proud of it.

The bovine lady washed her hands again and dried off once more. The shower turned off as the cat stepped back into view, still a little wobbly on his own paws. He looked up at the crimson cow, wanting to try and say something to her, but he was having trouble finding the words. He was having trouble finding any words for that matter. Daisy tended to have that effect, and she was rather pleased it was still going on.

"Five stars?" she asked, not necessarily requesting the rating but more akin to a parent reminding a child of their chores.

"Five stars..." the cat said through a huge, goofy, almost drunk grin.

"Good." Daisy replied, then turned and walked out the door, her heavy hoof-falls clopping away loudly.

It was a wonder she didn't break any of the tile underneath her.

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"Let's see now, tires are aired up, fuel level is okay, windshield is clean, got the A/C just the way she likes it, bottle of fizzy drink to help keep her awake, engine's warmed up and ready to go," Frank said, running through the list so fast he sounded highly caffeinated, "Yeah, I think that's everything! Just need Daisy to get back and we'll be good to go!"

The squirrel darted about in a blur, performing a number of last minute checks on the big rig owned and driven by the large, red bovine woman he had managed to convince to let him join as a partner. He had always been a bit high strung and eager to please. As Frank checked the windshield cleaner fluid level for the fourth time, his ears flicked towards the rest stop's lone building. He heard the telltale sound of the cow lady approaching. He could hear the clop of her hooves and the slosh of her 'passenger cabin' from at least fifty meters away.

Immediately, the grey-furred fellow scurried forth, standing next to the driver side door, paws behind his back and chest out as if he were a soldier ready for inspection. He didn't let his gaze waver as the muscular woman approached, and there was quite a lot of her to drink in. She was easily twice his height, probably more than that if someone bothered to measure, and her proportions ensured she would turn heads.

"The rig is prepped and ready to go, ma'am!" Frank almost shouted.

Daisy lifted a paw to cover her eyes in embarrassment.

"This ain't a military operation, Frank. You ain't gotta be so damn formal or straight-laced. Pull the stick out from under yer tail already." she said in a deep yet feminine voice.

"Yes, ma'am! Remove stick!" Frank replied.

As if he were literally about to try and do so, he softened his posture and began glancing about himself, unsure what to do exactly.

"Frank," Daisy said in frustration, drawing his attention, "Just get in the damn truck. I don't wanna get behind schedule."

"Right! Sure! Gotta stay on schedule!" the squirrel replied and raced around to the passenger side.

Daisy opened her door and began climbing up and in. It wasn't a great distance to travel for someone as tall as her, but she was still given pause as she put a hoof on the lowest step. The gentle swaying and churning between her legs hadn't stopped. She could already feel a slight drool beginning to form under her skirt. This was going to be one of those drives. The bovine lady grit her teeth and climbed up and in, trying not to enjoy the slap of her bloated, three-passenger-stretched sac against her thighs. She settled into the driver's seat, spread her legs, and adjusted herself for comfort.

Frank meanwhile had scaled the sizable rig and climbed in without any trouble. He was in his seat in a flash, buckled in with tablet in hand, already reviewing the route for the next leg of their trip in the digital map. He could barely sit still, fidgeting as he plotted and re-plotted course after alternate course, just sure he could find a better route for them to take that would be faster somehow.

"Frank," Daisy said as she fastened her own seatbelt, "Just stick to the original route and put it up on the display if ya don't mind."

"Of course, of course, original route, sending to your display now!" the excitable squirrel said.

He tapped and swiped, transferring the data requested. It appeared on a relatively small transparent display in front of the bovine driver. She tapped a few of the controls, ensuring that her personal settings were all active and running. Once she was sure everything was as it should be, she shifted the truck into gear, checked her surroundings, and powered the rig forward. It was slow to start--which was expected given the cargo they were hauling--but it began to pick up steam easily enough. They pulled out of the angled parking spot and made for the freeway on-ramp. Within minutes, they were up to full speed, blending nicely with traffic.

"Looks like if things cooperate, we'll get ta the next stop about twenty minutes earlier than ya figured, Frank." Daisy said.

"Yeah! Yeah! We're makin' real good time!" Frank replied, "Is there anything I can do for ya? Put on some music? Getcha a snack? Unscrew your soda for ya?"

"Settle down fuzz-butt. I'm good fer now. You just take a few breaths and try ta relax." the cow lady said, shifting in her seat as her wriggling sac distracted her just a little bit.

"Take a few breaths and try to relax. Okay, I think I can do that," Frank said as he attempted to do as he was told, even closing his eyes for a moment, then they flicked back open and he began fussing about with his tablet again, "Oh I just remembered! I could update the client with our most recent itinerary! Let them know we're ahead of schedule!"

"Frank!" Daisy bellowed to get his attention which worked so well it made him freeze in place, "Just... chill already, would ya? Ya don't gotta update no one on our itinerary. We don't know if there's gonna be a slow-down ahead. Best ta just let them have what they got and we update'em when we're close enough that any slow-down won't hit us too hard. Do that... whatever it's called... mindfulness meditation thing."

The squirrel shrank a little in his seat. Of course she was right. He had gotten too carried away and didn't need to be updating the client just yet. She sounded a little angry to him, which was a sign that he had done something to annoy her. If she was asking him to relax and practice with the meditation app she had gotten him, then that was what he would do. He would excel at it! He'd make sure he did his best and then she would be so impressed with his meditation skills that she'd ask him to tutor her!

That wasn't exactly how it went, but it still had the effect Daisy desired. Frank was calm, centered, and not bouncing off the walls trying to bend over backwards to please her. It made her question why she agreed to let him be her partner. If there were moments where he could be this still, why on earth didn't he put more of an effort into controlling himself like that more often? Daisy liked his company and all but sometimes his energy and enthusiasm could just be a bit much for her to deal with. Especially while driving the only rig she had found in three years that was big enough to fit her.

The miles rolled by, blending into the ordinary monotony of being a long-haul driver. Daisy had found her own ways of keeping alert and engaged. Music tended to help, but that would interrupt Frank's meditation. She would have to wait until he was done to put on anything to listen to, and she was developing a fondness for webcasts, especially the ones that were less conversational or interview-based and more just an updated format of the classic radio drama series. She was just dying to hear the next episode of the most recent show she had found.

With no audio stimulation to keep Daisy occupied, she kept her mind occupied with focusing on the activity between her legs. The two that had been contained for the longer trip were certainly part of the movement, but the newcomer had not calmed down enough to let her relax completely. It was beginning to give her reason to be concerned. It had been months since the last time she accidentally 'ejected' a paying passenger, and usually she could load them back up without too much of a problem. She just didn't want to make a mess in so confined a space. A slippery brake pedal was not something one wanted in a big rig.

The churning and squirming going on in the bovine woman's scrotum was enough to make her pant. She could feel her skirt starting to rise thanks to the not at all unpleasant stimulation, but it was certainly damned inconvenient. Daisy began making use of breathing exercises to try and calm herself. She even started going over the plot of the webcast she was wanting to get caught up on, working to distract herself from the sensations rising up from between her thighs. She was already beginning to dampen the seat under her, and likely she would have a puddle on the floor of the cab in no time if she didn't nip this in the bud.

"Damn... why can't you just calm down and enjoy the ride like everyone else did? Keep this up and I'll hafta pull over just ta jack off." Daisy muttered to herself.

Her breathing exercises continued, going on for at least an hour. The wriggling away in her bloated scrotum didn't slow down. She was starting to get antsy. Daisy found it impossible to sit still in her seat. She was constantly adjusting her position while she enacted a new tactic, one that she rarely used because it sometimes--on very few occasions--had the downside of accidentally melting away anyone she was contracted to carry. She clenched up between her legs, forcing her sac to compress and contract around her three passengers. She held it for a moment, feeling the movement slow due to the sudden constraint.

Daisy was rewarded with a wave of blessed relief in the few seconds she held the contraction, then relaxed again. As soon as she eased off the squeeze, she felt her sac drop back down to rest on the floor of the cab where it had been sitting comfortably. Then the squirming started back up, this time with renewed vigor. Daisy grunted and began her breathing exercises again, inhaling and exhaling quickly as if she were practicing going into labor. She clenched back up again, letting out a soft moo as she strained just a little. Like before, the movement slowed and she found relief, so she relaxed once more. And like before, as soon as the tense restraint fell away, the activity in her scrotum resumed with the same intensity.

"Dammit... fucking raccoon... if he'd just calm down..." Daisy muttered to herself again.

"Having trouble, boss?" Frank asked.

The cow jerked with a start, not having expected the squirrel to have come out of his session right at that moment. She calmed down again and sighed, shaking her head a bit.

"It's nothing. Just an overly enthusiastic passenger. Nothing I can't deal with." Daisy said.

"Looks like you're havin' a hard time there," Frank said, waggling his eyebrows a bit, proud of his joke, "Eh? Eh? Get it? Hard?"

"Yes, Frank, I get the joke. I'm harder than parabolic calculus. Unless you have something constructive to add, I'd appreciate it if you'd lay off the jokes." the big lady said gruffly.

"Sorry, boss. Just wanted ta make you laugh." the squirrel replied.

"I'm not exactly in a laughing mood. If this keeps up, I'm gonna hafta pull over and make a mess on the side of the road." Daisy said.

"Oh, you're that close, huh?" Frank asked, "Well if that's the case, lemme give ya a hand! I can help with this! Yeah! I sure can! You just watch!"

The squirrel's enthusiasm had returned in full force and it left the bovine woman struggling to think of what she could say that might get him to calm down again. Before she could offer a suggestion, Frank was out of his seat and on the floor, wiggling his way up in front of the lady. Thankfully, she was using the cruise control so he wasn't endangering her ability to drive--yet. If he stayed down there too long, then he just might.

"Frank! What the hell are you do-" Daisy cried, but was cut off the instant she realized.

The squirrel had managed to slip his jaws around the head of her throbbing, drooling shaft. How he had managed such a stretch she had no idea. The cow lady was quite large, not just in height but in endowment, both what was smuggled under her shirt and under her skirt. She had assumed the squirrel's little mouth just couldn't handle a mast of that girth. And yet, there it was. Her aching shaft was stretching his cheeks. And he wasn't stopping with just the head. A firm gulp pushed her down his throat, visibly stretching his neck, though no one could see it given where he was seated.

That first swallow took Daisy by surprise. She glanced down to see Frank's head under her skirt, pushing onward towards her crotch. He wasn't going to stop until he was nosing at her groin. The cow lady brought her eyes back up to keep focused on the road, but now she was having a new kind of difficulty focusing. Within only a few moments, the squirrel had engulfed her length in its entirety. He sat there, quietly humming around her mammoth rod, showing no sign of discomfort or displeasure. If anything, the noises he was making suggested he was enjoying himself quite a lot.

"Fuck... dammit Frank... I... just... fuck!" Daisy swore, aching to find a reason to make him pull off and get back in his seat, but also thirsting to just use his throat as a make-shift sex-aid.

The noise filling the truck's cab was incredibly lewd. Frank wasn't shy about his efforts, even wrapping his arms around her bloated scrotum as far as he could manage. She was drooling heavily down his throat, depositing glob after glob of salty, clear ooze almost directly into his stomach. The wet slurping of his jaws wrapped around the bovine lady's rod were quickly drowned out by Daisy's own cries. A long, loud moo rumbled through the truck, making it impossible to hear even the engine or road noise as they barreled down the highway.

Things were starting to get dangerous. Daisy's focus was wavering. She was starting to weave a little. Thankfully there wasn't anyone around her for a long stretch--one of the benefits of driving so early in the morning. There was another potential danger that was beginning to bubble up in the back of the cow's mind. If she let herself loose and just flooded the squirrel, she might accidentally let one of her passengers slip out in the process. They would land right in his belly, and she didn't have a fix for that. Hell, she might accidentally let all three out by mistake, and she was fairly sure Frank couldn't even handle one of them. It was because she was so distracted and unable to devote the attention she needed to keep it from happening.

After a moment of strained effort, Daisy forced herself to focus enough to straighten the truck out and brace her arms against the wheel so she would be less likely to swerve out of her lane. When she felt secure enough in her locked-down position, she took her attention off the road--mostly--and let her vision go fuzzy. She wasn't looking at the road anymore, she was looking past it, devoting more of her 'processing power' to what was happening between her legs.

Frank had not stopped. If anything, he had gotten even more enthusiastic about his job. She had to hand it to the little squirrel, he really had a passion for making sure things got done right, even if he was a bit high-strung. The wet mouthing of the cow lady's throbbing mast carried on with reckless abandon. If it weren't for the fact that the rigid beast was connected to Daisy, Frank might very well have swallowed the thing whole and it would never been seen again. That prompted the trucker lady to imagine somehow leaving the squirrel right where he was on a permanent basis. To have those intensely devoted jaws locked around her junk day and night sent a shiver up Daisy's spine. She couldn't hold back any longer. She needed to finish.

The bovine woman grit her teeth once more, flexed her muscular legs--careful not to squish the little squirrel between her thighs--and hunched forward against the steering column. Her mammoth chest mashed into the wheel, pressing on the horn. She didn't bother with trying to correct that at the moment. No one was around to be bothered by the noise. Below, all her efforts paid off, and just in the nick of time. She could feel the tensing of her loins threatening to eject one of the three trapped in her sac. With a firm, practiced squeeze, Daisy clamped down on everything between her legs. The head of one of her clients mashed against the exit as her scrotum contracted around all three it held.

A deafening bellow shook the windows. Daisy clenched up against the steering wheel even harder as she dumped buckets of seed down Frank's throat. The clenching prevented the one within that was in very real danger of being fired out from sliding any further. He would get his chance to rocket back up the lady's shaft soon enough, but not so long as she was pointed down her co-pilot's throat.

Frank groaned but remained clamped tight on the cow lady's rod. He didn't even release his hug on her wriggling scrotum. He just gulped away, though it wasn't entirely necessary. The bucking, twitching shaft pushed down his throat was so deep that any effort on his part to assist was rather wasted. His belly surged outward with every hearty splash of cow spunk that gushed into him. The sound of tire squeal finally reached Daisy's ears as she cleared her head enough to notice she was most decidedly not in her lane anymore. She turned the wheel hard to get back into the right position, which made the whole cab rock.

A hoof slammed down hard on the brakes, causing everything to lurch forward. Frank was forced to lean backwards, which dragged him away from mashing his nose into the short, velvety soft, crimson fur of his partner's groin. He had fallen so far away that he couldn't hold on and the bovine's rod came spilling out of his jaws. Thankfully, by that point, the vast majority of what Daisy had to offer had been given. A few light spurts were all she could muster at the end, splattering across the heavily swollen rodent's face and chest.

With her head finally clear enough to think more reasonably, Daisy slowed the truck and eased her way over onto the shoulder of the road. She was still panting, but she could function well enough to resume safe driving practices. She was angry with the stupid squirrel, but also terribly impressed with him.

"Frank, god dammit I nearly rolled us because of you!" the bovine lady shouted.

The squirrel was in no condition to reply with any degree of coherent thought. He just lounged back against the panel behind him under the dashboard, gut swollen so large it looked like maybe he had swallowed someone. A quick check saw that Daisy still had all three of her passengers trapped between her legs. She had just filled Frank up that much.

"I'm okay... just lost my grip," the cum-fattened squirrel said in a heavy slur, "I can get back ta work if ya let me. Ya need more?"

"No! You've done enough!" Daisy replied in a mix of fury and awe.

She looked down at her partner to find he was actually trying to crawl his way forward again and sink her still rigid shaft back into his maw. He was absolutely insatiable--or at least he didn't know when to quit or what was good for him. Daisy reached down to push the squirrel's head away, even as he reached out to hug her sac again.

"C'mon... you said it was distracting you." Frank slurred.

"It's fine now! They've calmed down thanks to you! Now stop it!" Daisy shouted.

"But I wanna help... if I don't help, then why am I here?" the squirrel asked, his voice a mix of sadness, lust, and exhaustion.

"You're done! You ain't gonna do that again! I ain't gonna get in a wreck just because you wanna give me head!" the cow lady bellowed, getting up out of her seat to drag the target of the squirrel's affection out of reach.

He gave chase, or at least as much as his belly and Daisy's defense would allow.

"C'mon... you sounded like you were enjoying it. I won't make you crash. I promise." Frank said, still sounding drunk and tired.

He wasn't going to give up, not so long as he was still able to reach for Daisy's member. He had tasted it and now he was apparently hooked. The lady had to admit, he had done a pretty spectacular job, and for a moment, she was tempted to stuff her rod back down his throat and leave him there. But her little crisis just a moment ago told her that would be a bad idea. There was only one option left if he wasn't going to cooperate.

"God dammit Frank... you're makin' me do this, you know that?" Daisy complained.

She stood up even further, trying to get out of her seat. The cab's somewhat cramped space prevented her from going quite as far as she wanted, but it was far enough. She dragged the bloated and intoxicated squirrel up off the floor and plopped him down in her seat, fighting to keep from staring in wonder at his enormous gut. She really had done quite a number on him. Daisy shook her head and forced herself to get back on track. In order to make the kind of money she needed to stay afloat, the tires had to keep turning. Every second she delayed was another second she might end up late.

With the squirrel in position and unable to do much to fight, Daisy shuffled her way back between the seat and the steering wheel. She hoisted her tail up, pulled her skirt out of the way, and dropped herself down on top of Frank. The gurgling rodent glanced up to see his last view of the world as the cow lady's womanhood came crashing down on him. He didn't yelp or cry out in alarm. Instead he just sat there and stared in awe as those luscious petals came rushing down at him.

In spite of the squirrel's bloated middle, Daisy was able to make good progress with her first heavy drop. Frank's head was lodged easily into her canal, followed by his shoulders, then his chest. The lady let out another loud moo as she was stretched quite wide by the cum-filled gut she had given her partner, but her downward progress didn't cease, not until she was sitting in her seat with a little less than half of Frank sticking out of her vulva.

"Fuck!" Daisy shouted, feeling her heart beginning to race all over again.

A thick, sticky honey began to pour down over the dizzy squirrel, soaking his fur and creating an atmosphere that would make the rest of his entry that much easier. Daisy shivered as she sat there, feeling Frank's legs kick gently underneath her. She could have left him exactly like that and he would be completely hidden. The only outward sign was the swell of the buff bovine lady's middle. It had stretched quite heavily thanks to her drastic action, and she wasn't even done yet. A powerful contraction rippled through Daisy's passage, dragging the squirrel deeper into her core.

Frank didn't struggle, though he did find reason to squirm ever so gently. Slowly, with a low, wet suck, the squirrel's legs glided up into the slick tunnel and off the upholstered seat. It had been only one stout tug on the part of the cow, but she had managed to drag him all the way in with that simple effort. She sat there and huffed, groping at her distended middle. She looked well and truly pregnant, perhaps past due. After a moment of breathless recovery, Daisy fumbled about with the seat's motor controls, ordering it to tilt back so she could feel a little less squeezed in place.

"Oh god damn... it's been years since the last time I did this. I forgot how good it felt." the cow lady said to herself.

Frank probably could have answered if it weren't for his state of mind. He just wriggled away weakly under her short pelt, keeping her thoroughly stimulated. She could already feel more honey beginning to seep from her nethers and get smeared across the upholstery. Frank was keeping her entirely on edge, and if she wasn't careful, she just might let loose another blast and paint a not insignificant portion the interior of the truck cab a sticky white.

That wouldn't do.

"God dammit... you're getting' me all worked up already, stupid fucking horny ass squirrel." Daisy complained as she kicked open the driver side door.

She was indeed going to hit her peak again, but she wasn't going to end up with a ridiculous cleaning bill. With labored effort, the cow lady climbed out of the cab and stumbled around the truck, aiming herself into the grass. A few heavy steps saw her at least a meter from the edge of the paved shoulder. There Daisy stood, one palm on her ponderous gut, the other gripping at her aching member. She was so stirred up it wouldn't take long to let loose again.

Daisy began pumping furiously, splattering more of her clear drippings everywhere--now that she didn't have a squirrel belly to catch it all. A series of moos and groans followed as she reveled in the movement not just in her sac but in her belly. She started to wonder why she gave up the practice of keeping someone in there. Within only a few moments, Daisy bellowed again and painted a very impressive, very broad streak of white across the green grass. She had been able to devote her entire attention to the act, thus preventing any premature ejections of her paying customers.

Someone would come along and see what she had done. They would probably wonder what happened and why someone was that pent up. With a hearty groan, Daisy waddled her way back around the truck and climbed back in. That would hopefully be enough to keep her from needing to pull over and seek release again until she got to the next truck stop. She stuffed herself into her seat, finding it was a little tricky fitting behind the wheel with a belly full of cum-inflated squirrel. In spite of it all, she managed.

The truck lumbered back onto the road and the gravid cow driver resolved to make up the lost time. Hopefully she wouldn't get pulled over for speeding. She was fairly certain she didn't have the energy to talk her way out of a ticket or provide a decent enough blow job to convince an officer to let her off the hook. Frank would have been able to pull that off. She didn't know he was so good at it. Maybe when she pulled over to rest, she might let him out and insist he demonstrate that skill again.

Then again, she might just be so tired he would end up sleeping in there all night. And possibly all the next day. Daisy did rather like having him where he was. It felt good. Distracting--but good.

---

It was cramped in the truck's sleeping quarters. They weren't built for someone as large as Daisy. Frank would have found them terribly spacious, but he was already stowed away elsewhere. Rather than try to squeeze herself into the too-small bunk just behind the driver and passenger seats, the large bovine lady opted to spring for a smallish motel room. Thankfully, there was one at the truck stop she was scheduled to take a rest at anyway. Hopefully it wouldn't end up costing her too much.

The large red cow lay sprawled out across the queen sized bed, taking up the whole mattress easily and then some. One leg was kicked off over the side, hoof resting flat on the floor. The other leg dangled over the foot of the bed--that hoof kicked outward rather than planted like the other. Daisy's belly rose up above her like a small crimson mountain, twitching softly from time to time as the squirrel smuggled away inside it kicked in his sleep. Her sac continued to churn away around her three fares, the swells content to remain so bloated and full.

Daisy preferred to sleep in the nude when possible, especially since she was getting back into territory that was considerably warmer and more humid. The ceiling fan ran a full blast overhead, trying so heroically to move enough air to keep the cow lady cool. She didn't bother with blankets or sheets. She just lay there completely uncovered and unclothed atop the bed, snoring away in her somewhat undignified pose.

A chime drifted gently through the room as an alarm on the lady's mobile slate went off, making her grunt unhappily. It hadn't been long enough in her opinion, but it was all she could afford. Money wasn't necessarily the problem but time was. She had to get back on the road as soon as she could, but before that was possible, she had to meet up with Jerry's contact, the person who would be picking him up after she 'dropped him off'.

The gravid cow rolled onto her side--almost to the point of spilling off the edge of the bed--and fumbled blindly for her slate. She successfully silenced the wretched thing and flopped back into a supine position, huffing quietly. Her chest rose and fell as though she were out of breath, as if just that much effort had winded her. The weight of four people--one in her middle and three between her legs--was enough to be make her feel 'encumbered', but that wasn't the problem. It was the heat.

The motel room's A/C had given out in the night, leaving just that poor, overworked fan to accomplish the herculean task of making the space comfortable all by itself. A thin sheen of sweat matted down Daisy's short red fur. She felt disgusting, but she was certain someone out there would be into the sight of a very tall, muscular, sweaty, pregnant cow lady with balls big enough to house three people in them--because they did. After pondering that notion for a moment, she rolled herself up into a seated position and managed to climb to her hooves. Frank's presence made the whole effort tricky. She wasn't used to the added girth in her abdomen, and yet that inconvenience was somehow alluring to her. Just like the burden between her legs.

Daisy scooped up her mobile slate and waddled her way to the 'bathroom'. It was only such in name alone. In order to actually qualify, it had to be a completely separate room, and this wasn't. There was a sink with a mirror, a small stretch of counter space with cabinets below where towels and other bathroom consumables could be stored, a toilet, and a shower-tub combination she was sure she wouldn't fit in. And it was all completely visible from where she had been sprawled on the bed. The whole space was one open room, and not a terribly large one. The cow lady actually had to duck down a little to keep from letting her stubby little horns or her ears rub on the stucco ceiling.

It was an incredibly cheap motel. The room didn't even have a decent wall slate; just an ancient, bulky, low-quality television set that got three channels, all of them static. Daisy took solace in the fact that it was for one night only. Not even a full night. It was still dark out. She had quite a bit of time before Jerry's contact was to show up. She could take care of everything else first so that as soon as his ride showed up, she could offload him and get back on the road. But before any of that, she intended to satisfy those dirty pervs who fawned over pictures of people in the sort of state she was in.

Daisy stood in front of the mirror--a little disappointed that it was as small as it was--and lifted her slate. With some careful positioning--turning this way and that, arching her back or twisting her hips, and even cupping her free palm under her gravid tummy to 'lift' it--she found a shot that would work. She tapped her thumb on the screen and it snapped a photo of her in her sweaty, unkempt state. She didn't care that she needed to shower and brush her hair. The dirty little fans online wouldn't care either. Some actually got off on that too.

Once the photo was tweaked to adjust for lighting--Daisy had learned that a little touching up went a long way--she posted it to the usual spot, not expecting much in the way of a reaction. From there, she turned towards the tub. She wasn't going to bother trying to pretzel her way into fitting within the shower curtain, or bother with fitting any part of herself in the tub for a soak. Instead, she decided to use it as a catching basin.

A smear of sticky clear ooze was spread across the underside of her stomach. No doubt she would have made a terrible mess if she had been lucky enough to enjoy a more visceral dream, but then she would have been charged for the cleanup. The rigid length that had made the smear had remained as hard as ever. In fact, Daisy couldn't remember a time when she had softened in months. It was all part of the job when you rented out your scrotum as a means of transport.

The bovine woman pumped her hand over the throbbing mast as she grit her teeth. She wanted to get this part over with quickly and get on with her busy morning. Thankfully, she wouldn't need to spend much time on it at all. She was already so desperate for release. Within only a few strokes, she felt the telltale sensation of one of her passengers being forced up towards the exit. If she did nothing, they would end up in the tub and she would have to take the time to pack them back away, and possibly suffer a reduction in pay for 'premature evacuation'.

It was a matter of some good fortune that Daisy had a practiced hand at this, figuratively speaking. She didn't need to squeeze with her finger or apply pressure in any way with the palm busy pumping along her aching rod. And the other was busy swirling slowly across her pregnant tummy. She shivered as she felt Frank kick softly at a particularly tender spot. Gracious she was getting hooked on that. With the measured skill she had developed, the bovine woman clenched up in all the right places just in time to prevent the unnecessary removal of one of her customers.

A loud moo filled the depressing, grungy, little motel room just as a fantastically copious blast of thick cow spunk gushed freely into the tub. Wave after wave of the stuff poured in as Daisy arched her back and shivered. She tried her best to keep her aim true. While the tub was rather small by her standards, it was still large enough to make for an easy target. By the time the big red lady finished, she had half filled the tub.

Daisy's length drooled heavily as she settled, satisfied with a job well done. The passenger that had been 'moved into firing position' was eased back down into the steadily gurgling chamber, rather than leave his head bulging out the base of her shaft. Honestly, if he could maintain that degree of control, she would have left him there. It felt terribly good.

The water was turned on to wash the evidence down the drain more readily since it was so viscous it refused to flow without help. Daisy brushed her teeth, dressed, and left the motel room behind. There was a brief interaction with the manager to settle the bill, covering only the few hours Daisy spent there. After her debt was handled, she waddled her way over to the truck stop proper, intent on using their showers.

Getting clean felt wonderful, especially after a night's not-so-fulfilling sleep. Daisy had come to appreciate a truck stop that had a good shower that could accommodate someone her size, especially when she was carrying. There were a few others present who had the same idea. Some of them were similarly bloated, swollen, burdened, or otherwise occupied. HtchHkr was a popular app after all. It gave the lady a chance to satisfy herself once more, but she decided against it. She was still sleepy, and she had successfully contained one from escaping too soon. She wasn't so sure she would be so successful again.

Once Daisy was clean once more, she retrieved her mobile slate and had a look at how her recent display of shameless 'self-promotion' was performing. Clearly the perverts approved because it had gotten far more attention than the usual pics. There had been quite a few donations made as a result, and it had been enough to cover fuel, tolls, and breakfast. No point in missing out on an opportunity to get a meal off of the skeezy voyeurs who were happy to pay.

A small mountain of food was ordered, stacked carefully on a plastic tray that wasn't entirely up to task of carrying it all, and brought to a booth at the far end of the dining area. It was somewhere Daisy could settle down to sit and eat without knocking people over or getting in the way. She began eating, watching the responses pour in on her recent post. Part of her began to regret not suggesting a group photo with some of the other 'trucker mothers' while in the shower. There had to be a couple of ladies who wouldn't mind jumping in. Or a few boys for that matter. The pervs did have a rather strong love of the 'dad bod', especially when it was the result of a couple of customers squirming away in a big tank of a gut.

"Excuse me, Miss." asked a polite voice.

Daisy was pulled from her distraction, but didn't slow her eating of her breakfast feast.

"Hmm?" she replied, mouth too full to speak properly.

The voice had come from an alligator--pure white all over--who was almost as tall as she was, were they both to stand side by side. He sported several intricate tattoos--what of them were visible in spite of his clothing. He had a grand, bulbous gut that made him look tremendously pregnant. Next to him stood a barn owl with a similarly generously-sized stomach. Occasionally, the odd swell or lump could be seen disrupting both ordinarily perfect orbs.

"I was just wondering something. You look like you're... carrying... in more ways than one," asked the pale gator, "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind us asking about your... situation."

"If we've guessed correctly, then the three of us have something in common." the owl added.

Daisy shrugged as she looked between the two. They were holding hands and each rubbed their belly with the free palm. There was a strong sense that they were a couple.

"I've got a few passengers downstairs, folks who hired me on HtchHkr, and then I've got someone else up here," Daisy said as she gave her gravid middle a pat, "My 'co-pilot'. He got a little carried away yesterday afternoon so I decided he needed a time out. Haven't felt like kicking him out yet."

"You were hired on.--what did you call it--*HtchHkr*?" the alligator asked, "What's that?"

The bovine lady had taken it upon herself to resume eating. Frank's presence had left her terribly hungry, suggesting he had gotten so comfortable in there that he was likely locked in for a long while. That suited her just fine.

"It's an app you can get on your slate," Daisy explained, "It matches small people who are looking for a ride to get somewhere with big people heading in the same general direction. It's kind of only used by truckers like me who wanna make a little extra cash on the side. Once you get paired with someone, you're responsible for their safe transport to wherever it is they're going, and the preferred method is to stick them inside you somewhere. I tend to only go around shoving people down my dick to pull it off."

"Oh, I see. That's interesting," said the owl, "Are there any requirements you have to meet before you can use the app? Like qualifications or an interview?"

Daisy shook her head.

"Nope. They just ask that you don't use it to lure people in just to off them. They have to be let back out safe and sound. Anyone caught failing to do so doesn't just get banned from the app, but they end up facing legal problems. If you're gonna do it, just stick to the rules and you'll be fine. They're pretty easy to follow anyway." she said.

"We may have to look into that. A little extra cash here and there would be nice. C'mon Agro, let's get the shopping done and get back on the road. I'd like to be there by the afternoon." the alligator said as he turned to walk away.

"It was nice to have met you," the owl said then turned to follow their similarly gravid companion, "Just try not to go too overboard, Seg. I know we're both eating for sixteen but the truck can only hold so much."

Daisy watched the couple as they left, given pause as she heard the number. It wasn't a total combined. It was each. Surely it had to be a joke. Suddenly the cow lady was imagining stuffing a dozen or more people into her belly with Frank and how that would feel. Her first thought was that her breasts would end up even larger than they already were. It was only by the grace of her relatively slow biology that she hadn't started leaking already. She would be soon enough if Frank had truly ended up locked in.

The lady's slate buzzed as a notification popped up. Jerry's pick-up had arrived. All her dirty thoughts would have to wait. She had a job to do, and that was to hand off one of her passengers to whoever had come to collect them. She was thinking she might need to just pump them directly into whatever cute little boy or girl who happened to be Jerry's partner, then watch them waddle off, pregnant with their boyfriend. That would be terribly enjoyable.

Daisy tapped her slate to the pad up against the wall at the end of the booth to pay her tab. She left a generous tip. She always did that. After a couple of years of getting stiffed as a waitress, she made it a point to not be that kind of jerk. From there, the large cow lady squeezed her way back out of the booth and dove back into her HtchHkr app. A couple of taps gave her access to call Jerry's pick-up, all without giving out their number. Whoever made the app had a strong sense of customer privacy, which Daisy appreciated.

"Hello?" answered a voice as soon as the call was picked up.

"This is Daisy, I've got Jerry with me. You're picking him up?" the bovine lady asked.

"Oh! Yes! I just parked. Where should I meet you?" the voice asked, sounding feminine, but Daisy wasn't about to make any assumptions.

Given how she was feeling, the muscular woman decided to just go for broke.

"Meet me in the truck stop's showers. It'll be the best place for clean up." Daisy said.

"Sh-showers?" asked the voice, now sounding a little smaller, "C-clean up?"

Daisy thought it was adorable when a customer or pick-up got flustered like that.

"Yeah, I'll be the big red cow. Can't miss me." she replied, then hung up.

After a few minutes of careful progress back towards the well lit bathroom, Daisy found herself a place to sit to wait. She sighed and slouched on the bench. It was kind of nice having a place to relax for a moment where she could keep her legs spread nice and wide. Her writhing scrotum sagged down to the point where it rest comfortably on the smooth tiled floor. That was a rather lovely bit of relief too. It wasn't that the weight bothered Daisy, but having a few moments where it wasn't constantly pulling down on her crotch or swaying back and forth was kind of nice. She'd be back on her hooves with it bouncing against her thighs soon enough.

There the large, muscular bovine sat waiting, nodding or waving to other drivers as they walked past. With how nervous the pick-up sounded, they would probably be a little while, especially when they saw that the trucker showers were unisex. Thoughts began to run through Daisy's head as she waited, taking note of a few other folks who were clearly HtchHkr users. With Frank currently otherwise occupied, maybe it would be a wise idea to look into another partner, one that would be a little harder to cram into her gut. It meant she would be able to increase her passenger capacity. Two 'transporters' meant twice the potential business on the app. And having a second person meant she'd be back to having someone help maintain the rig.

"I wonder if there's a meet-up section on the app. Might be nice to hook up with someone... strictly for business of course." Daisy mused to herself as she pulled out her slate and began rummaging through the interface.

Her belly wobbled and shifted, prompting her to drape an arm over it as if to keep it under control. The squirrel-filled dome did a fair job of filling her lap and keeping her encouraged to stay seated. That wouldn't last. She'd have to let him out at some point. That didn't mean she had to give up being so delightfully full though. Without really thinking too much about it, Daisy updated her status on HtchHkr to show she had an opening for another passenger, entered the appropriate details, then hit save.

"D-Daisy?" asked a somewhat meek voice.

The cow looked up from her slate to spot a red panda standing in front of her. She was rather cute, short and a little on the trim side, but her close-fitting clothing suggested it was because she was rather fit.

"That's me. You here to pick up Jerry?" Daisy asked.

The red panda nodded, blushing so brightly it could be seen through her fur as she tried not to stare too hard at the bovine's wriggling sac.

"Y-yeah... is... is he... in there?" the shorter lady asked.

Daisy nodded, reaching down past her bloated tummy to give her 'passenger compartment' a light slap.

"Yup, and he's been wiggling around a lot. I do believe he's ready to go," she answered as she climbed up onto her hooves, "Lose the clothes. We'll find an empty stall and make the hand-off."

"Lose the clothes!?" the red panda cried.

"Yeah, how did you think you were gonna pick him up?" Daisy asked as she turned to head towards the showers.

The bovine stripped out of her own attire, stuffing it into a cubby on the wall where others kept their belongings if they didn't want them getting wet. The red panda watched as the large woman revealed her impressive, intimidating form. Once Daisy was naked, she stared at the shorter lady expectantly.

"It's just... I... I thought... you'd... you know... let him out... and he'd clean up. I didn't know I was supposed to... help." the red panda said.

"What's yer name, honey?" Daisy asked.

"Tonya." the timid lady said.

"Well, Tonya, ordinarily that might be the case, but I'm kinda pent up. I got three folks downstairs and another one up in the 'crew cab' if you get me. I'm lookin' ta get a little action and I figured you might like to join in. I bet you'd look cute hauling him around," the big red cow said, "It's up to you if you wanna. I gotta get on the road soon so he's comin' out one way or another."

The red panda bit her lower lip as she considered the offer. Seeing all the truckers similarly bloated like Daisy had given her the impression that it was indeed a rather enjoyable experience. The rather public nature of it all left her somewhat uneasy though. Tonya watched the red lady disappear around the corner into the showers and began to panic a little. There wasn't much time left to decide, and she probably wouldn't get an offer like that again anytime soon.

"Okay! Hold on!" the red panda shouted.

She scurried forward and began to frantically strip out of her clothes. She stuffed her belongings into another empty cubby and rushed in after the cow.

"Thought so," Daisy mused to herself as she grinned, "This is gonna be fun."

---

A few stares were drawn as the two ladies entered, one decidedly shorter and more timid than the other. It didn't hurt that the taller one was visibly bulging with the same sort of passenger load as many of the other occupants. Tonya took in the sight of so many large people appreciating their own occupied swells. Her eyes grew huge and she immediately turned to look down at the tiled floor under-paw.

The red panda kept following the large red bovine lady with an arm across her chest while her tail curled about to wrap around and cover her groin to maintain some degree of modesty. It felt unnecessary, but she couldn't help herself. She wasn't watching where she was going so it was something of a shock when she ran right into Daisy from behind. The big lady jerked softly, then turned to look behind her at her customer's friend.

"Easy there honey. If you're not careful, you might end up takin' a trip somewhere yourself. I probably got the room to add you but I'm not really lookin' to do that right now." the gravid cow said.

It made Tonya turn bright red once again. She hadn't even considered the notion that she might be incredibly easy to spirit away. Thankfully, the large woman didn't seem the sort to go against the wishes of another.

"Um... sorry... I just... it's really," Tonya said as she glanced around the open communal showers again, "It's really... something... in here, isn't it?"

"It sure is," Daisy replied, dropping down into a crouch--which let her sac rest weightily on the ground and spread across the cold tile as it squirmed about--to gaze at the shorter lady as she lowered her voice, "Makes you kinda uncomfortable doesn't it?"

"Um... a little." Tonya answered.

"Yeah, it can be a bit much for newbies. If I'd been thinkin' I'd have arranged for somethin' more private. Sorry fer that. C'mon, let's get your boyfriend taken care of and get you on your way. Don't wanna keep you in here any longer than I gotta if you're uncomfortable." Daisy said.

She gave one of her thighs a gentle pat. Her legs had been forced wide apart by her rotund middle, gently churning softly under her crimson pelt. The squirrel inside her was stirring, coming around and making his presence known. Daisy didn't seem to show any sign of being bothered by it, but her length did pulse rather strongly as a result. It was getting to her, whether she let it show on her face or not.

Tonya bit her lower lip and moved in to rest against the offered thigh, unsure exactly what was supposed to happen now. She felt terribly self-conscious and inexperienced, though she could not in any way get past just how inquisitive she was about how this all worked--or how it would feel. There was a certain allure to what had been suggested she could not deny.

"Um... so... what do I do?" the red panda asked.

"You pick how you wanna let this happen. I figure from your reaction earlier you like the idea of waddling outta here with your boyfriend in your belly. You wanna swallow him, take him under your tail, or pretend to be his momma?" Daisy asked.

The rather blunt nature of the question left Tonya flustered all over again, right up until the word 'momma' came out. That seemed to crystallize the notion in her mind and a powerful urge welled up inside her. She knew exactly what she wanted.

"You think he'd fit?" the red panda asked.

"I've seen folks smaller'n you take someone twice their size. I'll bet he'd fit easy, and you'd be hard pressed to want to let him back out. Cute thing like you, I wouldn't blame him if he didn't want back out." the red bovine said with a grin.

"Okay... um... if you think it'll work," Tonya said, then cupped her cheeks in her paws, "Gosh I've never let myself even think about something like this before! It just feels so lewd!"

"Trust me honey, it is. Now, do you wanna be facing the crowd and put on a show, or do you wanna face the wall and get at least a little privacy?" Daisy asked.

Something strange compelled Tonya to immediately answer, "A show."

The crimson trucker grinned and gave the red panda a pat on the back, just as she saw the shorter lady realize what she had just agreed to.

"My kind of girl. Alright, lemme lean back and you can just climb right on." Daisy said.

She did as she had promised, arching her back to tilt backwards in order to hoist her partner-stuffed belly out of the way. She couldn't go too far without falling backwards, but it was enough for Tonya to make use of the throbbing, twitching, aching rod already beginning to drool in anticipation. Even with the several climaxes from earlier under Daisy's belt for the day, she was already raring to go all over again. Three really was the limit for her. If she dared to try for four, she wouldn't be able to walk. She'd just stand there constantly stroking herself making mess after mess until at least one person slipped out.

Daisy imagined she would need to help coax the red panda to get properly involved, help slide her onto the raging erection waiting to fire the missing raccoon into the waiting belly. But then Tonya was just full of surprises. The supposedly timid young lady just turned herself around, lifted her tail, squeezed her eyes shut so she might not be worried about the other eyes already on her, and pushed backwards. She wasn't gentle about it either. The hard shove took Daisy's breath away the instant she felt the welcoming grasp of a warm, slick opening engulfing her member.

"Oof! Damn honey!" the bovine woman grunted.

Tonya didn't make a noise of complaint. She moaned--rather strongly too--but she didn't sound like she was unhappy. Daisy had been in the game long enough to be able to tell when someone was secretly a size queen, and this little lady had been practicing. She probably had some giant toy of hers that she kept hidden under her bed. That meant Jerry would indeed fit in her without any trouble.

The red panda pushed back hard once again, shoving the cow lady's shaft just as deep as she could muster. Once the initial force died away, she just kept sliding backwards, not letting herself come to a stop. Her stomach bulged outward as the size of the trucker's length filled her so very completely. Moisture seeped down around the dark length invading her. She panted softly as she dared to let her paws reach down to roam over the visible, cock-shaped lump in her abdomen.

"God... you're a bit bigger than I was ready for." Tonya said.

"Bigger, right. Honey, you got something at least as big as my forearm at home, don't you?" Daisy replied.

Tonya whined and wiggled her hips until she felt her rump mash against the bovine's groin. She was completely seated, and finding her lust firing up quickly as a result.

"I haven't used it in months!" she cried, "I wanted to calm down a bit for Jerry!"

"Just let him have his fun, then shove him in you and leave him there until you finish. Problem solved. Hell, push the toy in once he's in for double the fun." Daisy replied.

The mental image of the suggestion set Tonya's fur to standing on end as her eyes flew open. Oh it was too good an idea to ignore. She practically melted at the thought and her eyes half lidded. Two large palms gripped her sides as the cow pulled her up and off the vast intruder, but not completely. She was quickly slammed back down onto the thick beast spreading her so very wide. A lust-drunk expression spread over her face and she settled in to being used as a living sex toy herself.

Slowly, Daisy lifted herself back up to her full height. She wasn't about to stay crouched throughout the whole thing. With no decorum or grace, she began to simply rut into the red panda. If it weren't for the others making noise or the sound of the showers running, the wet squelching of engorged flesh grinding away inside an envelope that otherwise would be too tight would have been loud enough to fill the whole room. The grunts and groans of the bovine lady as well as the pants and cries of the shorter woman would have played supporting roles in the symphony of sex.

As Daisy humped away, expecting Tonya to let her know if it became to be too much at any point, she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. In an annoyed tone, she found her voice though it was punctuated with heavy panting.

"Kinda... busy... here!" Daisy said.

"You lookin' ta take on another?" asked a deep voice belonging to a thick-built striped feline.

The cow groaned and turned to look him over. Had someone found her profile already? She hadn't set it to ready to take someone on before dropping Jerry off, had she? The tiger lifted a mobile slate that was dwarfed by his monstrous paw while the other palm was busy fondling the giant sac resting against his meaty thighs. It churned about just like Daisy's did. Apparently he was just as ready to do exactly what she was doing as she was.

The screen on the slate showed her profile and much to the bovine's chagrin, she had indeed inadvertently set her status as 'ride available', with the finer details pointing to a spot that wasn't in need of emptying. At least, not if Frank didn't mind a roommate. He'd probably fuss at her if she accepted, but damn was she aching for a little more action. Tonya's help was certainly nice, but it didn't fix the problem with the other side of things. In the heat of the moment, Daisy decided to not care how Frank would react. She just rolled her eyes and turned back to what she was doing, pumping furiously into the red panda sent upon her.

"Fine, whatever, just... ung... just put'em in," Daisy said through her agitation, "And send me their details!"

"Can do, sweetheart." the tiger said as he slipped up behind her.

He was being gentle, slowly easing his way into the quivering, sopping folds that had only seen a moment of attention the previous day when Frank slid in. Daisy was used to sizable partners but the tiger was easily well above average on her particular bell curve. She practically choked when she felt him sink in completely. It was associated with an intense wave of relief only to be joined with a mighty wash of even stronger lust. She began mashing back against the feline as hard as she could, rocking back and forth between him and Tonya in front of her.

The striped fellow wrapped his arms around the red cow, rumbling low in his throat as he began to gently nibble at her neck. His palms roamed over her figure, appreciating the motherly curve of her already swollen stomach and the plump, generous weight of her breasts. He was being a rather kind lover, Daisy thought. If it hadn't been for the situation, she might have indulged him more, maybe pushed him to the ground and rode him the way she was suddenly finding she wanted to.

"Ain't got... time for... the pleasantries... sweetie... just nnng... shoot'em in," the red cow said through her grunts and pants, "I gotta... get on... the road!"

"Mmm, shame to rush it, but I understand," the tiger replied, "I'll give you my details too so we can keep in touch... you know... just in case we cross paths again."

With that, the muscular fellow began to ram home as hard as Daisy would let him. She was usually something of a mountain--largely unmoving unless she allowed it. The striped cat was giving her a run for her money. He shoved into her with the force of one of the semis they each drove, and it left the cow drooling. The rumble turned to a growl, then a snarl, as the tiger ramped up his efforts. Daisy did as well, leaving Tonya to gasp as she fought to hang on for dear life.

Daisy knew she wasn't going to last long, but with the tiger's help, she ran an even shorter race than she expected. She tipped her head back and bellowed long and loud. It caught the attention of the whole shower. She hadn't even been paying close enough attention to make sure she was delivering the right passenger, but she knew she was offering only one. The familiar shape of someone's head pushed up out of her sac and into her length, followed very quickly by their shoulders. A torso flowed through her length, one that felt a little on the chubby side. That was good. The other two were more on the slender, 'twink' side.

Tonya screamed as her folds clenched hard around the bucking rod filling her as her belly surged outward. The shape in her middle quickly grew to encompass the whole of whoever was now wriggling away under her fur, just as a hearty splash of honey soaked the dark mast that had delivered her passenger to her. Tonya groped at her belly, now so very much larger, and growing. It wasn't just Jerry being put in her womb, but what felt like gallons of cow spunk.

Meanwhile, the tiger had been keeping up his own pace. He was just as eager to unleash as Daisy had been, and with the emphasis on speed, he didn't bother holding back. He tipped his head back and roared before leaning in to clamp his teeth down on the cow's neck. He didn't bite deep, just enough to 'claim' his lover. It made Daisy shiver in ecstasy. It wasn't often at all that she let someone do something like that. She might have stopped everything then and there and punched or kicked the offender, but she was too lost in the moment to care. It was just an added layer of glorious debauchery.

A surge like what had flowed through Daisy's rod suddenly worked its way up the tiger's shaft, spreading the cow wider. It made her stiffen her back. Whoever it was being fired into her, they were bigger than Frank, and they were rather shapely. She could feel the distinct swell of a rather ample bust--and a rather impressive bulge between their legs. Oh she wasn't going to have any peace. Frank was going to be way too busy enjoying their company. The addition of a small lake of seed poured in with the mystery lady, giving Daisy's middle reason to bulge even farther than it would have with just the new passenger.

The size and weight stretched out and pushed down on the red panda still lodged on the cow's length, stuck there for the moment, even serving to help pin Tonya down so she couldn't easily escape. She was already in a position where she couldn't reach the ground. Daisy could just walk off with her if she wanted, leave the now gravid lady peeking out from under her pregnant tummy, using her as a living sleeve. The thought left Tonya moaning all over again. Honestly, she probably would not have minded.

The kinky notion was not to be made a reality. Daisy had places to be, and she had 'dropped off' her client. There wasn't any point in taking on Tonya as a new customer when she had no plans on traveling. Maybe if she had thought about going on vacation. The cow gripped the red panda's sides a little more tightly and began pulling her forward. With a noticeable degree of difficulty, Tonya was drawn off of her still twitching length and set down on the floor. The tiger slowly withdrew as well, offering Daisy a kiss on the neck where he had bitten her. There would be a visible mark there for a day or two.

"Heh, sorry about that... I kinda got carried away." he said.

"Better than a hickey," Daisy replied, "You come this way often?"

"Sometimes," the tiger answered, "Why do you ask?"

"Maybe I wanna let you bite me again," she shot back, "Maybe I wanna be the one doin' the biting next time."

"Hah! Never been bit by a cow before!" the tiger cried with a huge grin, "Now you got me all interested!"

"Then make sure you stay in touch," Daisy said before turning to address the still groaning red panda, "You alright down there, sweetie?"

"I'm... I'm good... I just... hoo... I need... a sec." Tonya replied as she panted for breath.

"She's alright," Daisy said back to the tiger, "C'mon, let's help her get cleaned up so she can get dressed and head on home. Then I gotta hit the road."

"Of course. Gotta make sure a lady's taken care of," the feline said, "Or a fella, depending."

"Mmm, you don't discriminate do you?" Daisy asked.

"Not at all. Name's Red." the tiger said.

That made the bovine lady burst out laughing. It usually took something particularly amusing to get her to respond like that anymore.

"Your name's Red!?" she cried, "You gotta be joking!"

"It's what my friends call me. Only my mom calls me by my real name." Red replied.

"Mmm, only yer mom, huh?" Daisy mused as she rubbed her belly with one palm, the other slowly helping to rinse Tonya down under the spray of the shower, "Come see me when you're between gigs. I might could convince you to let me have first name privileges--just like yer mom."

"Oh really? You think you can fit me in there?" Red asked as he gave the cow's plump, freshly expanded belly a grope.

"You let me clear everyone out and I'll make you fit in there just so I can hear you call me momma." Daisy shot back with a sensual grin.

"I think I'd actually be interested in seeing if you can make good on that, coming at me, threatening me with a good time and all." Red replied with a similarly interested smirk.

"Guys?" Tonya asked tired, "It's cute hearing you two make like you're already hooking up, but can you maybe take a half step back? I'm about to smother down here."

The red panda was indeed in real danger. The two truck drivers had pressed together so closely they had pinned the shorter lady's head between their bulging sacs, both still churning with additional passengers. Daisy blanched and stepped back before crouching again.

"Sorry 'bout that honey. Got a little carried away. You doin' alright? Jerry all settled in good for the trip home?" she asked.

"Yeah... I'm good, and I think... I think he's good too," Tonya said as she stumbled up onto her paws, holding her vast tummy as it shifted around and made her shudder, "Oh god... I...I had no idea... it felt so good."

"Yeah, it's pretty great. Now let's get you dried off so you can dress and get home and shove that giant toy in with him." Daisy said encouragingly.

That seemed to energize the shorter lady. She began moving with purpose--off balance thanks to the new weight and girth, but certainly with purpose. It wasn't surprising that her clothes didn't fit properly anymore, but then neither did Daisy's. Both found their shirts riding up too high to even bother trying to cover their stomachs, but that didn't really matter anymore. Red followed them both out of the shower at the same time and dressed as well. He found his shorts fit a bit better since he was lacking one passenger and hadn't taken on anyone else yet.

As they parted ways, Tonya stumbled off to her car, unsure how she would fit behind the wheel. Daisy waddled off as well, unperturbed by the added weight--or at least not showing it. Something in her wanted to show Red that he hadn't rocked her so badly that she was walking funny. It might encourage him to be even more spirited in their next encounter. The tiger watched and waved, calling out after her. It was all he could do to contain himself, but he found he lacked the will to stop from letting his enthusiasm and a hint of long-lost innocence slip out.

"Call me!" he shouted.

That made Daisy smirk and roll her eyes. It was adorable. Too cute for her to not call him. But not for a while at least.

The big, red bovine lady climbed up into her truck's cab and squeezed herself in behind the wheel. Already things were getting pretty active in there. She huffed and rest a palm on the great swell of her tummy. It was in that moment that she began to think perhaps it had been a bad idea. It felt absolutely marvelous, but it might have some rather unfortunate consequences. She would likely need to take a few extra breaks on her way to wherever this new passenger was going.

Daisy pulled up her mobile slate and opened the HtchHkr app to check their details. The profile image showed a very curvy lady with a very heavy bulge in her high-riding cut-off shorts, just as the red cow had pictured based what she felt sliding into her. The passenger's button-down shirt had the sleeves cut right to the shoulder and the hem didn't reach her navel, thanks in part because it wasn't designed to, and in part because she had a bust that came close to putting Daisy's to shame--at least proportionally speaking. She had a long, bushy tail that curled up behind her in that fashion that told the cow she was posing for an image. Her cute little buck-toothed smile made Daisy sigh a little.

"Well fuck. Another squirrel. And she's a knock-out to boot. Frank's gonna go nuts," the cow said just before she grunted, feeling a sudden intense surge in activity in her womb, "Yup... oof, there he goes. Where's this lady headed?"

She scrolled down to look over the customer's information and found the destination field. There wasn't one picked. Instead, the field read 'wherever you're going'. She was one of those who succumbed to wanderlust, just traveling for the sake of traveling. It simplified matters, but it also complicated them.

Daisy knew how this might turn out.

"Shit... did I just adopt a new girlfriend?" she groaned.

She gasped again as she felt a paw mash down against a terribly tender spot low in her belly. It was so sudden and sharp that her length jerked, leaving a heavy stain of ooze along the floor of the cab and a generous smear of honey on the seat under her.

"Huff... maybe it won't be so bad." Daisy said to herself.

She gave her belly a pat, started up the engine, and put the truck in gear. She had a load of cargo to haul and not much wiggle room for time. She still had two more passengers to drop off, but they were going all the way to the coast, then up north to the border. That was at least a week away. Maybe she could sneak a third in with them again at the next stop. As she rolled out of the parking lot and onto the road, Frank and Ginger--as her profile said--gave the bovine woman another reason to groan and she nearly made an even bigger mess between her hooves. She was in trouble, and she was enjoying it.

Maybe she might try to sneak a fourth into her sac. She liked a challenge after all.

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