Just a Quick Stop
(Reader Request)
It has been many some hours since the sun set. The road is almost pitch black, the headlights of our car providing the only bit of sight as we drive along. My legs won't stop shuddering, not in fear, but for another reason.
I call out to my friend Liam, who is driving.
"Hey, how much longer until we get there?"
Liam turns around.
"Another 2 hours. Why?"
"I think I might've drank too much."
"Are you serious? Why didn't you go back when we were at Burger King?"
"Didn't cross my mind."
"Sigh. Well I guess you just have to suck it up Jacob. There isn't another Rest Stop for another 40 minutes."
I groan and start staring out the window. Watching the grass go by is just an attempt to distract myself into forgetting about it.
A green sign then flashes by in faded white letters. Though it looks like it had seen better days, it was still faintly legible.
"Frank's Gas Station. 3 mi"
"Wait Liam. There's a gas station up ahead."
"That's strange. I don't see it on the GPS."
"Who cares. A bathroom's a bathroom."
"Fine fine."
A little while later, we reach Frank's Gas Station. Or what used to be it.
"Damn. This place is a dump."
The sign in the front is missing at least 3 of its letters, and both it and the entire building are covered in vines and grass. Not a car was in sight except for a single old pickup truck in the corner. A chain link fence surrounds the complex, but the gate is left open from the last maintenance worker. Whenever that was. On the store window, a tattered piece of paper is taped to the window, reading "Restrooms in the back--->"
"Are you sure it even has plumbing?"
"Well it's my best shot out here."
"Okay then. I'll wait in the car."
I go through the open gate and trudge through the grass to the back of the station.
The back is not that much different in condition from the front, if not a little worse for wear. But sure enough, there's the bathroom door. For some reason there's a green baseball cap hanging on the door, alongside with a pair of green aviators. The hat's surprisingly new feeling. Probably left behind by the maintenance guy. I pick it up and put it on my head. Hey, free hat. It'll make for a good souvenir.
I carefully open the door and flip the switch.
A single light bulb turns on, illuminating the restroom. Phew. At least there's power. I was not about to pee in the dark. A row of stalls lay just beyond the light of the bulb, but I only need to take a quick leak so that won't be necessary.
I walk towards the urinal and open my fly. Huh. Were my jeans always so tight? I should check my weight later.
I begin to relieve myself, whistling myself a tune. It's a song that I don't recognize, but for some reason it resonates with me.
I then suddenly get a chill down my spine, followed by goosebumps all over my body. Then my cock suddenly starts pulsating.
"Shit. What the fuck!?"
With every pulse it elongates in my hand. I have to struggle to hold the stream's aim.
My shirt is stretched to its limit as my chest expands with a new heft, ballooning into 2 round globes of pure muscle. Same with my shorts, which have also begun to tear a bit under the mass behind me. My limbs also elongate, making me shoot up 5 inches, increasing in circumference accordingly. I could feel every burning sensation as my biceps and forearms expand past the boundaries of my sleeves.
The goosebumps then erupt as dark coarse hair covers my body, including a full beard on my face.
And then it stopped. I catch my breath, looking down at my new body. I had never been able to grow any sort of body hair, but just as I was about to feel the newfound fur on my chest I felt a sharp pain on my left arm.
"Jesus!", my newly deepened voice yelps.
A tribal band tattoo etches itself across my arm like an artist signing their own work. I pause, waiting for another change, but nothing comes. I sigh, pulling up my pants after letting the final drops through.
When I turn around, I come face to face with my new self in the mirror. Honestly I no longer bear any resemblance to my previous me at all.
I marvel at the full beard of hair on my face. I always wondered what it would feel like to have one.
Then the same voice rings out inside my head.
"Enjoying my mug huh fag?"
"Who's there?"
"Why so surprised? You're the one who took my crap, son."
My mouth then starts moving by itself.
"But don't worry, I'm just taking back what is mine."
Instantly I lose any and all control of my body. The person in the mirror smirks and checks out their arms.
"It's good to be back. Now let's take a picture to celebrate."
My arms involuntarily move against my wishes, first removing my tattered shirt off, followed by the remains of my shorts. What's left is my pair of gray briefs, framing a frankly impressive bulge begging to be released. With a quick motion, my newly enlarged member flops out into the crisp air.
Seemingly satisfied with its business, its eyes are turned to a different matter. My knees bend into a squat position, not too far away from the disgusting tile floor. My rod stiffens, almost touching the ground as it twitches in anticipation.
Both of my hands then grasp my shaft and start vigorously rubbing up and down. Despite it being my own hands dictating the action, I can't help but feel the sensation of being jerked off by another entity. It's honestly quite unnerving, but all those thoughts quickly faded away as my mind flooded with feelings of pleasure unlike anything I've experienced. My body starts sweating from the heat from the hair on my thighs and calves rubbing together. I begin to pant. My tongue hangs outside my mouth as my voice moans obscenities. At this point I cannot even tell where my voice ends and the other begins.
I fall backward, my bare ass and cock touching the filth. But I couldn't care less. All I and the voice wanted to do was to pump. Pumping is good. Real men don't care about sissy things like hygiene and being proper. A real man knows that they need to take life's balls by the reigns and make it your bitch.
With a final groan I cover the floor of the little restroom with my seed. I get up, stretching. It's been a while since I had a good rub like that. Always nice to take a break when on the road.
My hands move for my phone placed on the side of the sink. For some reason there's some fairy on the lock screen. That's weird. When did that happen? Must've been a prank. Opening up Facebook, I suddenly see the same homo has turned my page into his own faggy playground. The nerve. I watch wipe the profile, replacing it with the proper detail. I then snaps a dick pick and a few nudes for good measure, uploading it with the caption "Feeling frisky today" with a winking emoji.
"There. That's a big improvement."
I retrieve my belongings from a bag on the hook behind the door, putting on a white undershirt and straight blue denim jeans. There's another old looking backpack on the hooks that I just noticed. Poor dude. Hope they find what they're looking for. After checking myself in the mirror, I leave to get back to my car. Along the way, some college aged boy in a tank top and snapback approaches me.
"Hey have you seen my friend Jacob? Skinny little guy, bout this tall. He was supposed to meet back with me after going to use the restroom, but it's been a while. Did you see him back there?"
"Jacob... that name does sound familiar, but I can't seem to recall anything. Maybe try looking back there? I remember seeing some clothes in the back."
"Ok. Thanks Sir. Will do."
The young man heads to the back of the gas station. With a shrug I start up the engine to my old beater before leaving to get back on the road.
