Over the Road (Anthro Herm x Male Human Story)

Part 2, I walked 3000 miles for a Strip-Tease?!

Gwendolyn's eyes fluttered as she strained to continue concentrating on the road ahead of her.  She growled under her breath, turning the steering wheel to straighten out the truck.  Her wheels had begun to drift into the outermost lane, just barely skimming over the rumble stripes.  Even that bare touch of her wheels upon them made her teeth grit at the uncomfortable vibrations meant to shake drivers out of potentially falling asleep.

She knew she was driving longer than she should have.  She had a lot on her mind.  And right now, she was very aware that she was probably pushing herself too hard.  She wasn't even sure where the time had gone.  Spotting a rest area finally coming up, she begrudgingly pulled off the highway and onto it.  She checked the time as she rolled to a stop, one of the only trucks currently parked here, the nearest more than 6 spaces away.  3:04 A.M.  She sighed and logged it onto her nearby pad as she turned the truck's engine off, letting it rumble down into its own rest.

Turning in her chair, she groaned as she stood up, head bowed to avoid bumping it on the low-feeling ceiling of the cab, and squeezed between the seats into the back of her personal quarters.  The locks were all engaged, alarms primed, and she really needed to get some shut-eye.

She checked her reflection in her locker door.  Fluffy brown fur, blonde hair, and bleary blue eyes stared back at her.  Her clothes were rumpled.  Sniffing at them, she grimaced.  Without a word, she shucked herself out of her coveralls and blouse, stuffing them into her green, canvas laundry bag to join the pile of other clothes she needed to get washed.

Now clad in only her bra and panties, she gave herself a quick touch-up of deodorant from her toiletry bag.  The truck didn't have running water or other amenities like that.  She looked at herself in the mirror, turning from side to side and inspecting her big, fluffy Ursid body.  There were times she was damn proud of her curves in all their bodacious, bountiful dimensions.  And there were others that she hated how her belly was so round, or that her thighs, powerful as they were, still jiggled a bit when she walked or posed.  The chafing was also sometimes an issue.  Her back ached sometimes, although her naturally dense musculature and insistence on heavy lifting helped mitigate that with broad shoulders and powerful upper body strength.

She flexed at herself, only slightly mollified by how her fur rippled over her as the muscles beneath tightened at her command.  There was still quite a bit of fluff and plushness to her.  Most Ursid were like that though: either muscle-bound brutes or rounded, curvy teddy bears.  While combing her paws through her hair, she arched her back just a bit, trying to gauge where on that scale she fell.  She averaged somehow between the two with equal assets from both stereotypes, with extra assets besides.  Her eyes strayed down her reflection to the front of her underwear, currently a rose and lotus flower petal-strewn affair.  The rounded bulge at the front didn't stick out too much, and probably wouldn't at all if she wore a holster for it.  The problem was she hated wearing them; it was hard to find them in her size.

Sighing, Gwen reached into her mini dresser and pulled out a fresh pair and a sports bra to replace the one she was currently wearing.  Her paws lowered slowly to grasp the hem of her underwear, starting to pull them off.   Her mind remained, hazy and unfocused, on other things.  She was forgetting something...but what could it be?

***A few moments earlier***

Laris' eyes slowly fluttered open.  Jostled awake by the truck pulling to a stop, he looked around his new environment with first bleary-eyed confusion, then alarm and then a rushing sense of finality and defeat.  He had gone as far as his body had allowed him, and finally reached his threshold.  As the engine slowly rumbled away into silence, he lay there, staring up at the ceiling of the cab, arms and legs stretched out wide and not even touching the borders of his padded bedding.