Gus rose from his seat and examined today's personal pair closely once again. Nice, big, pale white tits; flawless skin; small, bright pink nipples; probably 20 years old at most. A definite 4 star model. He grinned. Maybe he should try to make those little nubs a bit larger.
He moved the nozzle of the new air-conditioning a bit so it blew straight on the soft, dangling twins. Gus slapped them hard, watching them jiggle and bounce.
Now on to the ones for the guests. He grabbed the pair hanging above seat 2, roughly squeezed the white flesh. Gus had perfected his grading procedure over time. It was important to look for flaws like unsightly veins, stretch marks or, god forbid, tattoos. But it was also important to test how taut and springy those sacs were, check the swinging properties, the texture, even the bounciness when being smacked.
He had developed a detailed routine which he now meticulously applied to every single pair in the bus. Gus grabbed the long, brown nipples and squeezed them hard. Then, with a quick yank, he pulled them downwards and carefully observed how they stretched. He heard the screams above. Good. When he released the now hard pokers, both boobs quickly sprung back and jiggled pleasantly.
Those were young ones, nice and stretchable, probably 22 years old. He lightly slapped their underside until they blushed in a bright pink. A 3-star pair, he decided, nothing spectacular. Average size for their service. Of course, much larger than the typical girl on the streets, but this bus was always stacked with really big ones. So yes, average size, but a pleasure to squeeze. He put one of the cotton sacs over each boob, a yellow one showing the 3 star grading, and pulled the string around the base as tight as he could.
And so each and every pair was measured and graded by the driver. Soon, bright colored bags hid the bouncy treasures and made the cabin look like a room decorated for a birthday party, with colorful balloons hanging from the ceiling. Gus smiled. What an easy way to show the guests which of those were real quality boobies. Black bags designated a 1-star score, blue for 2-star, yellow for 3-star, green for 4-star and bright orange for a breathtaking 5-star grading.
Finally, the bus was prepared to leave for the guest pickup. The driver mounted his seat, went through the checklist and pulled the levers one by one.
Surprised screams from above. The girls surely were not prepared for the new safety feature! The driver laughed heartily, grabbed one of the dangling tits above his head and let his fingers sink into the warm flesh. What a truly fantastic job.
Even Erin was irked by the sudden, cruel squeeze.
"This... is new!" she panted, "What the fuck are they doing?"
"Don't know! My tits hurt like shit though."
The driver dreamily looked at 'his' boobs dangling above his head. What a lovely pair! He really liked using big, bouncy tits for stress relief during traffic jam, or when he got really angry and needed to punch something. And they were great fun to play with during a long, boring ride, too! Sometimes he even used them as handles if the road got too curvy! He adjusted his seat, smacked his personal set once again and yelled, "Ready for departure!"
Alice squealed from the impact. When she found out that her assignment was the driver's seat, she thought she finally got lucky. The driver had to pay attention to traffic, was busy all the time... he had to drive, for god's sake! But that man was mean! He had groped her the entire time during the wait as soon as her tits had been yanked through those holes. And then he started pulling, even biting her! And now the slaps! She really hoped that she would get some rest once they were on the road!
Grinning happily, the driver delivered another hearty slap to his two personal stress relievers and watched them jump and sway. He marveled at the handprint he had just left on the flawless white skin. What fascinating objects! He looked at the watch and sighed. Time to start the engine and get on the road.
The bus roared to life, blasts of black smoke shot out of the rusty exhausts. And slowly, with a lot of squealing and wobbling, the Jumping Melons vehicle headed out of the parking lot.
"Careful, we're driving!"
Every single girl frantically searched for something to hold on. With their boobs being the only real fixture, it wasn't easy to stay in place. And slithering around on that hot metal floor, rotating around those stuck boobs, was the very last thing anybody wanted to experience. Unfortunately, that was rather difficult to avoid. And the driver was everything but gentle with the bus.
Lily screamed in pain as her sliding body cruelly yanked at her half-through titties. Bloody hell, this was painful! She looked at Erin with wide eyes, "Is it supposed to hurt like that? I can't believe my tits are still where they belong!"
Erin laughed, "Not really. You need to stabilize yourself. Use those support straps at your hands and feet. And if your udders really are only partly through, there is no way this won't be a pain!"
Lily searched for those support straps. She found one at her right foot and another one at her left hand, both of which she instantly grabbed to secure herself. The others were either broken or missing. She pounded on the floor and yelled, "Pull my tits through, fuckers!"
And then the bus made a sharp left turn. Lily, with most of the other girls, screamed even louder.
Richie sat in the lounge of Jumping Melons and waited for his ride. He really looked forward to the trip. It wasn't the first time he chose the company for travel. Sure, the bus was crap, but they had stellar entertainment. He smiled as he thought about his last trip, about the fat, black tits he mauled for hours. This time he even paid extra for free seat choice. And he already bribed the driver for a bit of special service.
He looked at one of the large metal boxes in front of him. Unbelievable, that his engineering department asked him to bring a box of tools with him. Mostly metal brackets for pipes, rubber fittings and whatnot. Why did he agree to that? What a pain to carry those around!
"There they come!"
The rusty old bus screeched to a halt right in front of the building. Richie could hear the girls screaming. He chuckled as the rows of bagged boobs bounced and swayed slowly to a halt.
The driver jumped off, ran towards the lounge and asked, "Mister Richie Sowee?"
Richie raised from his luxurious armchair and nodded, "That's me!"
The driver politely complimented him to the creaking bus and opened the main cabin door.
"Glad to have you as our guest, Mr. Sowee. As you can see, our vehicle is already fully stacked. The choice is yours!"
"Any recommendations today?"