Double Clutchin'

Pumpkin had found he had a knack for handling knockers, especially ever since he isekai'ed, or reincarnated, into a world where fantasy creatures and humans lived side by side along with one another.

His job was as a truck driver for the Medowlyn Dairy Farm, pulling that big, heavy milk tanker into the big city everyday. It was his pride and joy, and he kept it real shiny. The farm's manager, a somewhat bossy shortstack named AlmaLu, said that Pumpkin was just about the best driver they had ever had on the farm.

And speaking of big, heavy milkers? What is that?

Standing on the side of the road with her thumb raised up and her lusciously swollen tits out, was one of the most beautiful holstaurs Pumpkin had ever seen! He slammed on the air breaks and hoped that his tanker full of rich, creamy breastmilk didn't send him jack knifing into the next county.

But thankfully for him, he was all right. Heck, more than all right, because up along side his big rig bounced that chocolatey maiden whose breasts seemed to bounce with all the power of the universe.

"Give a milker a lift, mister?" she asked, her voice light and full of promise with a duffel bag at her hooves.

She introduced herself as Ibella, a holstaur with dreams of fame and fortune as big as her chest. Pumpkin leaned out the window, trying not to drool, and listened to her story, of growing up on a farm, and wanting to see the big city.

Sure enough, Pumpkin had that door open faster than you could say shoulder boulders, watching with warm admiration as all that plump, soft holstaur lovin' slid into his cab. She sat down with an OOMPH that nearly shook those mountainous mammaries right out of her orange top.

Pumpkin knew he'd have a hell of a time keeping his eyes on the road.

They sat and talked and shared stories about milking herds and life on the farm. And before either knew it, the big city lay ahead of them, and both knew that their time together was coming to a close.

"You know," said Ibella, "I never thanked you properly enough for giving me a ride." Her voice was lower, more sultry than it had been before and Pumpkin felt his throat go dry.

He swallowed hard. "Oh, It wasn't-" his voice coming out squeaky and nervous. He cleared his throat and said in his deepest voice, imitating the lead stud bull at Medowlyn, Uhunko. "Weren't nothin. Just bein-" but his voice trailed off. Ibella was sliding out of her jean skirt!

"Why don't you pull over into that Heavy Cakes diner," said Ibella, "and I'll show you how we milk at our farm."

The chocolate sweet holstaur looked over her half closed, sensuous eyelashes, both of her breasts freed from her orange tit-sling. She squeezed them together till her dark brown, succulent nipples were rubbing against each other, milk budding and dripping down her fingers. The milk was white, but Pumpkin could just catch the sweet aroma of chocolate.

Ibella bit her lower lip and licked her nipples. "So tell me, Mr. Truckdriver...Do you know how to double clutch?"

Congratulations to 4Fantasy for coming up with this month's Titty Tuesday Exclusive pinup! As classic as any truck driving scenario there is, the sexy hitchhiker! I'm glad we got to see it with our boy Pumpkin and some really heavy milk tanks! And a big official hello to Ibella! Sweet, sultry and full of milk!