Scott was enjoying himself for the first time since graduating college. He was driving from his sleepy home town in rural Pennsylvania out to Texas, ready to start his new job as a process engineer for a pharmaceutical company. He had a pair of aviators on and the windows down, letting the wind rustle through his full beard and short hair while blasting loud rock and roll music. Scott was enjoying the fact that he no longer had classes to worry about or parents who were going to nag him for lazing around the house all day. He also had a bit of a kinky side, and was currently driving down the interstate sans pants or underwear, gently fondling his cock as he drove. Whenever he would get bored on the road, he would reach into the center console of his car and pop out a pair of slightly damp briefs. He hooked up with a hot gym rat right before he left town, and after helping the other man clean up afterwards with his briefs, Scott pocketed them to enjoy for later. This was hardly the first time he had done this, as Scott had possessed an underwear fetish since puberty, loving the smell of musky man crotch. It had started to get late, so he planned on resting at a small hotel in Kentucky and finishing up his trip the following day.
Scott pulled into a cheap motel right off the highway, near a gas station and a bar. He noticed that he had arrived there the same time as a big rig truck driver, and his interest was piqued. Scott knew there were plenty of truck drivers looking to have a little fun on their routes, and he was hoping to get some action after a long day of driving. Scott walked over to his truck, knocking politely and waiting. He got no response. Curious to see if the man was already entertaining, and perhaps a three-way might be on the table, Scott tried to open the cab. Surprisingly, it was unlocked. He poked his head inside, and used his phone as a flashlight to peer around. It seemed the occupant of the truck was already gone. Scott did notice that the man appeared to have left a change of clothes. A large pair of blue jeans, a flannel shirts, a hat, boots, socks, and a surprisingly hot jockstrap were resting in a pile in the back of the cab. While it seemed like sex was not in the cards this evening, Scott decided he was going to have a little fun anyway.
He grabbed all the clothing from inside and hightailed it back to his pickup truck, tossing his newly acquired clothes into his travel bag. After checking into the hotel, he threw himself down on the bed and grabbed the man’s jockstrap from his bag. He was excited to realize it must not have been freshly washed, and he jerked off twice while huffing the used strap. As he woke up, Scott cursed and realized he forgot to set his alarm. He would have to hurry if he wanted to make it to the leasing office and time to get him into his new apartment. Realizing he had forgotten his own extra clothes in his car, he decided to do something a little fun. He started to slide on the clothes of the trucker he had stolen, thinking it would fun to ride around in someone else’s clothes for the afternoon. They were surprisingly large on him, the shirt being a triple extra-large and the pants being a 44 inch waist versus his normal 36. Luckily, the shoes were the same size, so Scott decided to tighten his belt a little harder than usual and set out.
As he left the motel room, his stomach rumbled. Normally, Scott would be content to grab a coffee and an energy bar from his road trip supplies, but he found himself desiring something more filling. He hopped into his pickup truck and swung by the gas station to grab some provisions. He itched at his beard absentmindedly, surprised by how much it itched this morning. Scott drove over to the gas station and bought himself a forty ounce coffee with extra cream and sugar, a half dozen donuts, and a steak and cheese bagel to keep him company for the first leg of the trip. As he got on the highway, he found the music surprisingly uninteresting, disliking the rock and roll station he was listening to. He swapped to some alternative music, and began munching down his food. Scott made short work of his meal, devouring the entire thing in the first hour of his drive, and he felt a slight pressure on his head and waist. He realized he must have put the belt on too tight, and let it out a bit. His average body now bore the beginnings of a pot belly, and his chest began itching just as his beard did earlier. Scott also felt a tingle on his scalp, and decided he ought to stop and use the restroom.
As Scott exited his truck, he felt a rush of vertigo and briefly saw double. He realized his sunglasses were messing with his eyes, and almost disdainfully tossed them onto the parking lot. He had his cap, and it would be all he needed. Plus, it covered the man’s thinning hair. Scott went to the restroom and splashed water in his face. As he looked in the mirror, he saw double again. This time, it looked like two people were superimposed over each other. The first was a youthful young man, horny and carefree. The other was a middle aged trucker, large and, if anything, more kinky than the young man. The two seemed to be fighting for the same space, and when they came together the result was something of a mix between the two. As the images combined in the restroom mirror, Scott felt a large sense of vertigo, almost throwing up. His gut felt confined, and he ripped his belt off as his gut grew. He felt his ass and calves expanding as well, and coarse hair began sprouting over the front of his previously trimmed chest. His pits and bush grew dense and musky, the odors of a man not used to frequent showering. A bald spot developed on his head, and his beard grew out another two inches and started to show the first hints of grey. As Scott stood up, he felt a ringing in his ears, and blacked out for just a moment.
As the man I the restroom shook his head, he felt the need to piss. He hauled out his fat, uncut cock from his jockstrap, and released the product of his usual morning coffee. HE tucked the still-dripping cock back into his jockstrap, not minding the drop or two of urine that was absorbed by the already stained pouch. He adjusted his hat in the mirror, and unbuttoned another button on his flannel shirt, to let his body hair breath. He lumbered out of the restroom, not bothering to flush or wash himself. He had a route to complete, after all. He made small talk with the gas station attendant, getting an energy drink, some chips, and a pack of smokes for the rest of his day. The attendant looked at his ID, and confirmed his identity. He was Stu, a thirty four old trucker moving some supplies for some big company down to Dallas. He nodded in affirmation, and took his supplies back to his truck. Stu loved his eighteen wheeler, bought and paid for after years of work. He had made some modifications to the cabin in order to whet his many appetites, and he was looking forward to meeting one of his buddies later that night in order to put them to use.
As Stu climbed into the cabin of his truck, he noticed a bag of clothes sitting in the passenger side seat. All of them were far too small and clean for him, and he figured it must have been from some slut he had entertained back up north. He shrugged and tossed it into the trash. Stu liked men like him, fat and dirty truckers who would like to drink and have long sweaty fuck sessions in his modified cabin. He had just gotten some new restraints he was dying to try out, and the trucker on his phone promised him a night of fun if he could make it to Dallas by midnight. The man said he had left Stu a present for him last night, but Stu had no idea what he was talking about, having just met the man on a trucker hookup app that morning at breakfast. Still, he was not one to question the good fortune to find some trucker sex, so he just agreed and promised to drive fast.