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Pit Stop Written by Leo_Todrius For my Patrons The Cree Curves were known to be a long, scenic stretch of highway that weaved back and forth through the mountain passes. Both sides of the highway were lined with dense evergreens interrupted only by a few very stubborn deciduous trees. Tall cement barriers lined the outer edge of the multi-lane highway but only a narrow margin of gravel resting on sun faded paint divided the north and south bound traffic. It was a beautiful stretch of highway that always felt like it took too long to get through, but that was nothing compared to being broken down in the middle of it.

The Honda Civic sat at the side of the road, just off past the white line. Thankfully there was enough room for the car to squeeze to the side, but not much else. Brian had climbed out of the passenger side so he didn't have to face traffic, then he had squeezed back in when he remembered to pop the hood. When he'd finally gotten the hood up, he was met with steam, smoke, and the smell of fluids that were all too hot. He stood there, feeling a bit beside himself.

At twenty four, Brian had made it through college and a few years of employment without much effort. He was five foot nine, his dark brown hair pulled into a miniscule ponytail at the back of his head, sticking through the gap in the back of his baseball hat. He'd dressed in the black long sleeve shirt and khaki slacks that he always wore when he was working for his coffee company, but looking like he was ready for work wasn't going to help him now that he was stuck on the side of the road.

As the cars and trucks went whizzing past him, Brian couldn't help but think about his string of bad decisions. He'd opted out of roadside assistance to save fifteen bucks a month, he'd even ignored the check engine light in his car because his friends said that it was probably just some microchip malfunction and he didn't want to pay a garage to check it out. In retrospect the chain of events seemed obvious that he had been heading for disaster, but at the time they had seemed like such trivial, insignificant choices.

Brian grunted and slammed the hood to his car and reached up to rub the point of his chin as he tried to think. It took an hour to get through the curves in a car, let alone to hike it. His car charger hadn't worked in two weeks and his phone died when he'd tried to call his friends. He had no phone, no way of calling for help, and he was in the middle of nowhere. The only resource that was available in great supply were the cars whizzing along the curves, but would anyone stop for a young man in distress?

Car after car sped by, heading to their destination. It was surreal to be standing there, hearing the growl of the tires on the road, to feel the wind displaced by the cars. It was even more annoying when Brian saw that some of the cars had bumper stickers and window decals from his coffee chain. Sure, he could wake up at the ass crack of dawn to get their morning off to the right start, but when he needed help from them? No. Brian bet they weren't even the kind of patrons that tipped, either...

The hope was fading from his heart, the spite and wrath and hopelessness welling up when, to his surprise, he heard the great screech of brakes digging in. The sound was powerful, and it also seemed to travel a lot further than he expected. When he tracked down the source, it came from a long haul truck coming down the hill. Its hazard lights were on, it was going slower than the other cars. Vehicles were whizzing around, trying not to be delayed by the precious seconds the truck might stop them, but all the same the huge vehicle lumbered to a stop. It was like a single stone diverting a river, forcing the traffic to move around it.

Brian looked up at it in wonder, jogging up the few yards to the cab of the truck. He felt his heart race as he stepped uncertainly up onto the wheel well and pulled the huge door open. The cab was bigger than he expected with a long bench like seat across the front, then a recessed area behind covered with a curtain. Brian was so busy looking at the big truck that he didn't look at the driver at first, but now that seemed like an impossible thing to overlook.

Sitting behind the wheel of the big rig was a big driver... though big scarcely did him justice. He had to be over six feet tall, his shoulders wider than any football player Brian had ever seen. His black shirt was tight against his abs and pecs, though it had been so well worn that the material was faded and worn thin, even with a few holes in the fabric here and there. The driver's blue jeans were faded to a dull grey and the knees were blown out, revealing flesh covered in thick brown hair.

Brian took in the driver's huge body, but it was matched by an equally huge beard that framed his face like a lion's mane. It stuck out over seven inches from his face on either side and came down in a hairy cascade down to his belly button, never tapering or thinning. It remained one thick blanket of bushy, burly hair. Capping it all off was a trucker hat with two tall metal spikes pushed up through the hat. The bearded man grinned and lifted a meaty arm, draping it over the back of the bench. The move released a spicy, earthy musk that smelled like the forest on a hot summer's day, and it revealed a forest of thick brown hair that matched the scent.

"Looks like you could use a lift." The trucker said, his voice deep and earthy like some long forgotten western singer.

"You have no idea, I'm so thankful." Brian said, grabbing onto the handle by the edge of the door before pulling himself upwards and into the vehicle. He settled down into the bench like seat of the truck, sinking a bit deeper than he expected at first. He gave the driver a nervous smile before he reached out, grabbed the handle of the door and tugged it shut with all his might. It took a moment to get going, but the door was heavy enough that it gained momentum and clattered as it locked back into place. The driver gave a nod and started to move the big rig once more.

"Your car going to be okay? It'll take a while to get you out of here, let alone back." The driver asked. Brian looked out of the window at the overheated civic with a bit of pity.

"Yeah, no valuables in there. It needs some time to cool off anyway. It'll be fine." He replied. There was a little risk in leaving it, but at the moment he was just glad to make progress on his situation.

"Thanks so much for stopping, there's not really anything out here to walk to." Brian said. The driver nodded.

"It's funny, how dense some cities get and yet there's all this space between." The driver replied, "But I'll get you where you need to go. It's sort of my thing." The driver grinned.

"With the cargo you're moving and everything?" Brian asked.

"Something like that." The driver replied, leaning back a bit, more relaxed. Brian looked at the driver, rather impressed. The trucker was a big man... broad shouldered, his chest filled out, his black jeans hugging his legs tightly and leaving little to the imagination. Brian's eyes swept over the man and then got stuck in an inadvertent spot - his groin. The denim was stretched, rounded, ballooned outward. It was almost obscenely large, stretched in a way that couldn't have possibly been normal when the jeans were first manufactured. Brian had to force his eyes away, his mind reeling from what he had seen.

"So where are you headed with the stuff?" Brian asked before pausing, "I... I didn't even introduce myself. My name's Brian, by the way." He supplied.

"I'm Duke, and I've got stops all over. Thirteen more." Duke explained. Brian shook his head.

"It really is an amazing lifestyle, being on the road that much. You must have a lot of stamina." Brian considered. Dike grinned a bit more.

"Yeah, I've been accused of that before too." He said wryly. Brian blushed again, thinking of the Trucker's bulge. He shifted a little where he was sitting, feeling an odd pooling of blood in his member, his cock trying to get hard. Brian tried to shake it off, sure that it was just some insecurity or nervousness. Sensing his passenger's discomfort, though, Duke lifted one beefy, hairy, thick arm and slid it down the back of the bench, bringing it down around Brian's shoulders.

There was a strange sensation at first. Brian was startled, of course, and a bit confused. Few men had ever touched him like that. Hell, no one of any gender had. He never got physical tough, and yet... here was an arm on his shoulders. The weight to it was nice, the warmth the heat, and... and... the smell? Brian's mind had focused on the touch, but he hadn't realized everything that came with it. There was a distinct aroma. It was salty, it was spicy, hints of woody tones, but it was strong. Brian's nose wrinkled up at the scent, but with each breath, he realized that as overpowering as it was, it was actual rather... nice. He turned his head a little, following Duke's arm back to his huge shoulder and his apparently even bigger under-arm. There was a forest of hair there, and the flesh that wasn't covered with hair was covered with freckles. It was well weathered, sun tanned, almost glistening.

Brian blinked a few times, looking at Duke's pit, realizing the contours of his shirt showed off some of his pec as well, almost enough to reveal his fat, meaty pec. Brian blinked suddenly and looked back at the road ahead, though he didn't shirt off the arm on his shoulders. It felt too good draped over him, like some kind of security blanket. He kept breathing in and out, in and out, his lungs filling with the musk of the trucker.

"Tell me about yourself, Brian, when did you know that you were gay?" Duke asked.

"High school, I guess-" Brian blurted before he backed up a step, realizing how odd the question was, how out of the blue it had been. He looked back at Duke in shock, "Wait, how did... Why did you ask that?" Brian asked. Duke chuckled again.

"I've had a few hitchhikers over the years. Most men squeeze all the way to the other end of the cab because it's not manly to sit next to another man. They don't use their eyes either. They make stupid chit chat about sports teams and look anywhere other than me. But me? You liked what you saw, didn't you? And you didn't pull away from me when I put my arm on you... like this." Duke said, using his meaty hand to massage Brian's shoulder. Brian shifted a bit, unable to pull away, his erection raging a bit harder.

"It's... not something I've been able to explore. I like men, but I've never found anyone that really fit with me. I've had to focus on school and work and everything." Brian murmured. Duke nodded, his hand slipping down, sliding up and down Brian's back.

"Life is always full and busy. Sometimes it's too full to build those lasting relationships, but that's when all you have are the moments in-between. This is a moment in-between for you, Brian." Duke said with a smile, "Nothing but time on your hands before we make it to the next city... You can do what you want, be who you want. You could pretend, you could let loose, you could do anything you want." Duke replied. Brian looked at him, this big trucker man, at his thick beard, his stacked body, his obscene groin.

"Is that what you do? Pretend between stops?" Brian asked. Duke grinned.

"I guess I don't have to pretend, I'm already what I want to be... Though it might be nice to imagine that I have an apprentice." Duke said. Brian felt a little flutter in his heart.

"What do you mean, apprentice?" he asked. Duke grinned, bringing his arm back up over Brian's head before he reached over to shift gears on the truck. The vehicle shimmied a little as it began to churn with more power. Duke's hand slipped back over, this time reaching down to rest on Brian's groin.

"A spitfire kid that's ready to explore the roads, to travel the country, to see what life has to offer... An apprentice trucker, a cabin boy, ready to let himself go. There are no rules on the road. You don't have to punch a clock, to cut your hair, to stay clean shaven. You can be the man you want to be." Duke replied, starting to roll his palm from one side to the other, groping Brian. Brian murmured at that, shifting, grunting, biting his lower lip as his cock got harder and harder.

"I-" Brian trailed off. The hand on his groin felt so good, so powerful, so big.

"There are some clothes in the back for you, if you want to play along." Duke offered. Brian looked even more surprised at that. He blinked a little before he turned, looking over the back of the bench. Sure enough, piled up on the floor of the sleeping area were a few different shirts and pants and even a hat. Some of them were clearly Duke's, but there were others that were smaller, Brian's size.

"Did you have an apprentice already?" Brian asked.

"As a matter of fact... I've had a few. They did become truckers on their own. Handsome men, big, strong, really know how to have a good time. But that could be you too, Brian." Duke said, looking into Brian's eyes, "Imagine yourself free from everything that's holding you back, growing into the man you were meant to be." Duke said. The confidence of his words, the intensity of his gaze, all of it sent chills down Brian's spine.

Hesitation melted away and Brian turned, reaching over the back of the bench. He grabbed the tan and brown hat, a sand colored tank top and a pair of old battered jeans with the knees busted out. He sunk back down into the front of the bench and started to work at his button up, popping the buttons rapidly before peeling off the garment, tossing it to the side. Duke looked Brian over a bit, thinking to himself that the kid would look a lot better with some chest fur, but that would come in time.

Brian couldn't believe he was unfastening his slacks, bringing the zipper down. He kicked his shoes off and slid the slacks down, leaving him in just underwear and socks. He leaned forward and positioned the jeans before pulling them up. The cool denim slid along his legs, hugging his calves. It fit into place like a puzzle piece as it reached his waist, his knees sticking out of the holes. He pulled the button into place and went to zip up, only to realize there was a lot more fabric there than most jeans he'd worn before. Still, the job was done and it was time for the next piece.

The passenger pulled on the sand colored tank top, letting it slip down over his head, covering his spin and his navel and not much else. His shoulders were fully exposed, the cut outs around the arms delving deep enough that the hem was rubbing back and forth across his nipples, but the shirt was silky enough that it felt fine. He looked down at the brown and tan hat. Unlike Duke's hat with the truck with the horns, this one had a cluster of trees on it that made a V formation. Brian gave a nod and tugged it on, feeling it hug his head with an oddly comforting pressure.

Brian climbed back up to the front and sunk down into the bench, feeling a little bit of a shiver of pleasure as he felt Duke's strong, big arm come down over his shoulders. He assumed the trucker meant to rest it on the back of the bench, but it felt good to have some physical contact, to have some touch. So much of life was isolating, so much of it was alone. To have contact... that was something special.

As the truck continued to lumber along, the heat came out of the vents, chasing away the chill that Brian had no idea he had been fighting off. Feeling warm and at ease, Brian's eyes started to get heavier and heavier until his head lolled back and he fell asleep, comforted by the steady growl of the road around them. Duke's smile grew a bit larger as they drove, heading through the forest, heading way from the life Brian had known with every mile.

****

The minutes had dripped away like hydraulic fluid through a leaky line and the hours had flowed almost as fast. The sun had se beyond the mountains and a brilliant veil of stars had stretched out across the heavens. They were too far out for there to be lights along the highway, relying entirely on the steady glow of headlights to light the path, ad the dull ruby embers to shine from tail lights. Duke's truck, at least, had the added benefit of the running lights that cast an amber haze around the vehicle, making it easy to see for those vehicles that dared to try and maneuver around it.

Brian had slept for hours, lost in a deep slumber. He hadn't realized how tired he'd been after shooting adrenaline. As he swam back towards consciousness, the sound and vibrations hit him first... It reminded him of the family road trips he'd taken as a kid and how comfortable he'd been, but then there was something else. It was pervasive, omnipresent. It was a bit sour, a bit tart, a bit earthy and peaty. It was a smell, the most profound smell that Brian had ever inhaled.

It was a strange combination of aromas. It was harsh and yet welcoming, sour and yet savory. It was strong... very strong, and yet Brian wanted more? Normally people got used to smells over time which meant that whatever it was, whatever it was that he was taking in, it was even stronger than it seemed. Brian's eyes slipped open and he turned, looking over into a dense, thick forest of pit hair inches from his face.

Brian froze, not recoiling but leaning forward either. He had apparently leaned over in his sleep, inching closer and closer to Duke. Duke had kept his arm up on the back of the bench the whole time, his shirt unable to capture the under arm forest that was now on full display. Brian sat up a bit, feeling a stiffness in his shoulders and chest, even his arms. He yawned a bit, feeling a crinkle from the stubble across his cheeks.

"Good morning, starshine. Or should I say, good evening." Duke said. Brian blinked a bit, looking around.

"How far did we get?" he asked.

"A hundred and twenty miles I think." Duke replied. Brian opened his mouth to say something, though as soon as he did , the idea was no longer on the tip of his tongue. It felt like it was important, like he'd been waiting to do something and that the distance wasn't quite that far, but Brian couldn't remember.

"Are we out of the forest?" he asked. Duke grinned a bit more.

"Not yet, these trees go on for miles and miles... But we're going to hit our first pit stop before long. You want a coffee or anything?" he asked.

"Oh, I-" Brian started to protest, but once again his brain felt like swiss cheese. Was he going to say he didn't drink coffee? How could that be? They were on a long haul, and coffee was the lifeblood that made everything possible.

"You want it black, right?" Duke asked, adding a little more coaxing.

"Yeah, black like my soul." Brian replied with a bit of a mirthful grin. Duke chuckled and tightened his arm around Brian, pulling him in. Brian's head hit Duke's pit and the smell blossomed around him, washing over him, filling his lungs and even his soul. The smell was so powerful that it jolted through Brian. His nipples tightened, his cock hardened and he felt a quiver move through his body.

"Careful kid, with this job it really could turn black." Duke said with a bit of a growl in his voice. When he finally released, Brian was panting and huffing, sweat beading across his brown. He hadn't realized just how hot the cab had gotten until he realized his tank top was soaked around the chest and the pits. He tried to shake it off, looking back ahead, watching the lines on the road glow as the headlights hit them. They were almost hypnotic, the guard rails of life itself keeping them on the straight and narrow.

****

The growl of the truck engine echoed even louder off the highway, the running lights shining intermittently on the few cars they passed as they pulled into the woodland rest area. There were a few dozen parking spaces slanted at angles along the cement paths leading up to the stone walled bathroom buildings. A dark brown wood gazebo glowed with ancient placards of tourist destinations, but most importantly were the red and orange neon lights glowing from the food truck that remained open despite the late hour.

The truck hissed as it came to a stop, taking up one of the very long lanes reserved for big rigs. The headlights snapped off, though the running lights remained on. The door eased open and Duke swung out before landing in his big boots. He was a towering, imposing figure outside of the truck. Each step was met with the tap of his heavy boots gripping the cement. Brian finally got his door to open and he stepped out, dropping a foot and a half further down than he expected. The truck was so big, it was hard to gauge everything. He took a few steps out from the truck before he felt oddly... at home. The jeans he'd put on fit him like a glove, and while the air was cool on his arms, it didn't seem harsh anymore. It was almost refreshing, like cool aloe on sunburned skin. He moved out, realizing he still had the hat on... his hat... His trucker hat. Brian grinned a bit, wondering if any of the civilians were looking at him, thinking he was a trucker with his hat and his jeans.... That that big old truck was part his.

Brian licked his lips a bit at the thought, at the mistaken identity. His eyes scanned the parking lot before he looked over and saw Duke ordering coffees from the food truck, maybe some hot dogs too. Brian looked forward to the opportunity, but he realized that this was also his only opportunity to go to the bathroom in the foreseeable future. He glanced both ways before crossing the road, jogging over to the facilities.

The old battered metal door swung open, revealing a poorly lit cream colored monstrosity. The stalls were separated by dented, graffiti covered aluminum partitions. The cement floor was gritty, sagging toward a grain in the middle and the mirrors looked as if they had been partially peeled, the backing gone from the corners to leave jagged brown edges. Brian knew that not every stop could be furnished well. It was too much for the department of transportation to keep up with. He just had to do his best to get used to it; he was an apprentice after all.

Brian unzipped his jeans and fished out his cock, holding it in his hand as he approached the urinal. It took a few moments before he exhaled a bit and threw his head back. All at once it came, letting out the pent up pressure, the backlog, the fruits of his labors. The stream was strong, arching out to hit the porcelain urinal before flowing down the drain, disappearing into whatever pipes or voids were beyond. It took several moments for Brian to get rid of it all, but as he finished up he made sure to give himself a tap, letting the last drops flick off before he turned, coming face to chest with Duke.

Brian nearly fell backwards but managed to hold his ground. Duke had caught him off guard. He hadn't even heard the door, but now the man was standing at over ten inches long, it didn't look quite... normal. There was a lot more to work with - not just in terms of length and width, but his foreskin seemed almost too ample. Brian tried to look away, to be normal, but he couldn't help it. The cock was mesmerizing, and the longer he looked at it, the stranger it seemed. The flesh wasn't just dark from being erect, it was red - crimson red. His balls were strange too, huge and covered in so much hair they were furry... and the hand holding the shaft, even Duke's hand was red, capped with black fingernails hat came out into points like claws.

Brian's eyes lifted, scanning up Duke's huge body... His bare arms were red, his chest hair was black, his nipples were almost purple and his beard was robust and full. Duke still had on his trucker hat, but two huge horns pushed through holes in them, curving out and up in an S shaped bend. Brian gasped slowly, looking into glowing gold eyes, then darting to sharp pointy ears, then his long flowing black hair, then the thick forests of hair emerging from under his arms and hanging down further than the hair had any right to.

"Y-y-you're... you're a demon!" Brian muttered.

"Well, I still consider myself a trucker." Duke said. Brian shook his head.

"What are we trucking?!" He asked. Duke smirked a bit and pushed past Brian, moving over to the urinal. He reached out with his right hand to brace, resting it on a wall. His golden eyes closed and after a moment his huge cock released what he had been holding back on for so long. A dark amber stream shot out, hitting the urinal before flowing down the drain, threatening to back it up with the sheer volume.

"What are we trucking?" Brian asked again. Duke kept peeing for several moments before, at last, the stream trickled down to a stop and Duke returned it to the confines of his underwear before he turned.

"We are transporting the products of humanity." Duke replied, "Corruption, rhetoric, sin and greed." Duke said. Brian shook his head at that.

"N... No, it can't be... I'm not..." Brian murmured. Duke moved over and reached up, resting his clawed hand on Brian's cheek, feeling the sandpaper like texture. For the first time since waking up, Brian realized just how much stubble he'd grown in the last few hours. He tried to pull away from the hand, but it was too good. He looked up at the demon.

"You are... You're a filthy trucker who is taking this stuff across the country, knowing that everyone that takes part in what we have to offer is going to get a bit dirtier, a bit lewder, a bit more like us." Duke said softly, leaning closer and closer to Brian.

"Is that why the world is changing so much?" Brian whispered. Duke let out a slight chuckle as he leaned even closer.

"Freedom can go many directions... People can choose to do with it what they will. We're giving choices, we're giving freedom. People are opening up and revealing what's inside... for better and worse. The question is, what do you have inside? What do you want there?" Duke whispered before he brought his lips to Brian's. Brian murmured, feeling as if he had just plunged into bubbling warm water that was making him feel softer, more at ease. He leaned into the kiss and even let his tongue probe Duke's lips, pushing against them until they parted. As they did, there was something new, something very different. It was like a vacuum, a shifting of pressures, something drawing and pulling and tugging until Brian felt a bit of himself - his very essence - slip away.

Duke murmured, using one hand to cup Brian's ass, giving it a squeeze, but the other reached down to open Brian's fly, fish out his cock and give it a few good strokes. In moments it was back to full size, stiff and ready. Duke held it with two fingers, using the rest of his hand to hoist up his own cock, bringing them end to end. Duke dwarfed the human in width and length, but that didn't seem to be what he was focused on. Holding them together, Duke began tot tuf on his own ample foreskin until it was sliding over Brian's head.

Brian shuddered in the kiss, feeling another man's foreskin slip over his cock. It was slick, warm, smooth and rough at the same time. He let out a moan, but when his lips parted he let out more than that. The pressure kicked in, the draw intensified and Brian felt more of himself tumble out of his lips, drawn into Duke. He felt light headed and dizzy, as if he'd given up oxygen, but what he lost... wasn't anything so simple as air. He felt as if he'd let some of his inhibitions escape his lips, some of his restraint too. He didn't feel as cautious or scared or nervous. All he felt was a yearning, a hunger and a lust. He opened his mouth again and Duke actually swallowed... He was consuming what Brian was losing.

Duke's hand slipped his stretchy crimson foreskin down over Brian's cock, inch after inch until it pressed to the base... and then he started to pull it back and forth, using it like a sex sleeve. Brian's cock head was pressing against Duke's, slit to slit. The friction of the sleeve was building like a tingling heat, making his cock harden and tighten and grow again in protest. He murmured and moaned, starting to thrust into it, moving forward and back, faster, harder, pumping his hips as best he could before he opened his mouth wide.

From the tiny gaps between their lips, a pearly white light glowed as it passed out of Brian and into Duke. The bearded man's luscious beard grew thicker, his horns stretched taller, his ears grew even more pointed. He swallowed and gulped at Brian's lips, taking in his essence, or at least what had kept him quite human. Brian's body felt hotter, more pliable and hornier as he gave it up. He no longer cared about making it back to his car or even the people he knew. Why should he? He wanted to feel good, and that's what Duke was giving him.

He worked on Duke's lips, feeling that thick, bushy, manly beard brush against his face. He moaned harder and his fingers gud into Duke's thick red skin, pressing tighter. Duke grunted hard and kept going before his tongue plunged deep into Brian's mouth. Brian batted the tongue around a bit, playing with it before giving it a few playful suckles. He murmured in pleasure, loving every moment, gasping and howling.

Duke was used to being in control of the situation, but sometimes things were just too good. Brian's soul had been sweet, but that made hat was left even more delicious. He drew in the last of Brian's essence and saw a change almost at once. He moved with more confidence, more need, more desire. He broke the kiss with the demon, his own eyes now gleaming a goldish yellow. He panted a bit, his canine teeth sharper than they should have been. He looked around and then murmured, his ears stinging as they began pushing up into points... and then he moaned, throwing back his head. Duke did the same, letting out a bellow that reverberated through the restroom, shaking the mirrors on the wall as he came.

The flood was unexpected, at least for Brian. The hot dry friction of the cock sleeve had been intense and now, suddenly, it was replaced with the slick smooth lubrication of the cum. There was just one problem; it didn't have anywhere to go. Brian felt the pressure build and build until it had only one recourse - the one gap, the one hole, the slit of Brian's cock. He inhaled sharply as he felt the cum start to push into him. It wasn't painful, if anything it was oddly sensual.

Duke lined his cock up a bit better, bringing his urethra to Brian's until he was cumming directly into the former human. Jet after jet, pint after pint, he was pumping his demonic seed into his new partner's. Brian felt the cum flow through him with impressive speed, triggering the same synapses in his brain as if he were orgasming himself. He felt the demonic seed flowing into him, filling him. His balls were swelling larger and larger, stretching out his sack. His cock was growing longer and fatter to accommodate the flow... and even his nipples were swelling wider, thicker and longer.

Brian hissed out in pleasure, thrashing a bit as his package grew bigger and bigger. He moaned, then screamed out, then howled like an animal. The shadow of stubble on his face started to darken, turning from brown to black as it pushed out. Thousands of tiny hairs broke through the skin, highlighting his jaw and then ringing around his lips. The hairs emerged centimeter by centimeter, then inch by inch, growing out faster. At first it wreathed his face in a modest beard, but as it pushed out, it started to shift.

Weeks of grow-out, then months all in the span of a few short minutes. His beard outpaced the hair on his head, descending down inches. Brian's cock was huge, his balls bigger, his beard full and rich. He stood there getting the blessings of the demon, but it wasn't enough. He looked up at Duke, then he looked down across his chest before his golden eyes settled on his true prize. There had been something that had set Duke off since the very start - his scent. It all came from those pits, those amazing musky manly pits. Brian licked his lips before he lunged forward, nuzzling and rooting his face under that powerful arm.

Duke grunted and used his arm to pin his assistant there, saturating and marinating him in his desired prize. Brian couldn't breathe - well, that wasn't entirely true. He could draw in breath but all he got was demonic musk, ad that's all he wanted. He licked and slurped at the pit, nuzzling against it, letting Duke's scent soak into his beard. He didn't want it any other way. He salivated and sucked, feeling his own bloated balls and fat cock getting ready to blow his own load.

He moaned louder and louder, feeling a tingling over his face. It was the friction of the pit hair, the heat of the pit, the sweat off his pores, and Brian loved it all. He made out with that pit as if it was his own, embracing it, letting it coat him. He rooted around to get every bit of flavor, only vaguely aware of the new pressure, the new friction, the new obstacle that was forming.

It had started as little more than a lump on his forehead, then a second. The lumps had grown, the skin around it becoming more irritated. He kept sucking and licking, his heavy balls swinging with every thrust and grind. Brian had cleaned Duke's put for all it was worth, but the trucker still had one more. Brian kissed his way across the demon's chest, making particularly sure to give some adoration to his nipples before plunging his head into the other pit.

He moved in with such eagerness, such devotion, that the swollen skin of his forehead dragged against the underside of Duke's arm. The flesh split and two new horns pushed out, glistening in the dim creamy light of the pit stop bathroom. Brian had given up his soul, but as far as he was concerned, he was in heaven. He licked and slurped and slobbered on Duke's pit, letting himself stew in the flavors as his own beard stretched down to tickle at his Adam's apple.

Duke moaned and groaned, but his own orgasm had slowed to a steady dribble. The demon was capable of giving much more, but for once he wanted to be generous. He reached down, cupping Brian's now ample balls. He felt their heft, their weight, their fullness. He felt the soft, almost fur like coating that stretched across them. He gave them a pet, then reached up to draw a clawed finger along the underside of their joined shafts.

Brian felt as if every ounce of restraint he had was being unzipped, and he came hard the instant Duke's finger reached the end of his cock. The first few jets were merely Duke's seed, backed up along the line, shared between two demons... but soon Brian's own juices were flowing freely. Duke's cum had made its way into his balls, altering and changing them, the sperm shifting and mutating and altering to suit their new purpose and their new master.

Brian shuddered hard as he came, even harder as Duke slipped back. The long, meaty foreskin let go of its hold and slid off of Brian's newly minted demonic dick. It was a foot long, five inches thick, veined and throbbing and quite red. He gasped as ropes of thick ivory seed launched out across the bathroom floor, landing on the cement, slowly creeping towards the drain in the center.

Duke held Brian in his left pit, letting him cum and suck and bask in it all. This was the start of a new life, and this was the kind of refreshment that a true pit stop could offer. Their pleasure lasted for minutes and by the time that Brian finally stopped cumming, there was a shallow lake of demon seed across the entire floor. Duke lifted his arm and looked down at Brian, at the demon he had become.

Brian's skin was, for the most part, still human. His new color would come in time... but his eyes were gold, his ears were pointed and he possessed a very manly beard. He even filled out his trucker outfit properly. His arms were stronger, a bit of a hairy stomach peeked out between his tank top and the open fly of his jeans, and his cock was immense. It would use every bit of the stretched out pouch that the garments had.

Duke reached down and ran a clawed hand across his apprentice's head before he leaned down and gave him a quick kiss. For a blissful moment their beards meshed, rubbing one to the other before Duke finally turned and moved out of the restroom. Brian stood there for a moment, wobbling, light headed but feeling incredible. He stuffed his cock back into his jeans, zipping up carefully before he moved after the trucker.

As Brian stepped through the door, he could feel the cool night air blowing across his skin and through his hair. For a split second he wondered if anyone would see him, if they would say anything about a demon stumbling out of a pit stop on the side of the highway, but then he thought about Duke and how he hadn't noticed. Maybe he was already in disguise... Brian moved down the path, heading back toward the big truck.

Every step brought Brian closer to his ultimate fate, toward the next chapter in his life. The truck was sitting there, innocuous and unsuspicious, glowing with its dull amber running lights like cooling magma. Duke had moved over to the food truck to pick up their order and take it back to the cab, but Brian hesitated for a moment, realizing that the owner of the food truck... his skin looked a bit blue, and there was movement behind him as a blue spaded tail swung one way and then the other.

Brian turned and looked around, realizing that a biker had pulled in at the end of the pit stop, a biker whose helmet had holes cut in it for horns. All around the pit stop, in every car and truck, there were hints that they had been touched by the cargo the demon trucker was hauling, or by the demons themselves. Even those not directly touched were tainted by the pit stop. Brian looked into the back of one of the cars, seeing a young man who was asleep, sporting his first mustache and dreaming his first kinky dream.

A smile crossed Brian's lips as he realized that this was his purpose. He was meant to deliver freedom, lust and pleasure to the world. People would learn just what they were meant to be - as he had. Brian made his way back to the truck and reached up, opening the door. Somehow it was easier to reach, easier to open. The truck respected him now and accepted him. He pulled himself up, landing on the bench in the cab. Brian pulled the door shut and turned as Duke offered him a cup of coffee.

"Is it black?" Brian asked hopefully.

"As black as the void." Duke confirmed, setting the rest of their order down so it wouldn't spill. The truck rumbled back to life, the growl echoing from the engine before it began to pull out, gaining speed. The dull amber haze surrounded the truck, fighting back the darkness of the night as it headed down the path, merging back onto the highway and heading out. The big truck stayed near the right lanes, timing itself carefully to fall in line with other big trucks. Some were driven by humans, others by demons, but they were all unified by one constant - every so often, each and every one of them would need a pit stop.