No more massive trucks (Patreon)

I parked my massive truck in a desolate parking lot on the outskirts of town, grateful for a day off from the road. Figured I'd take a stroll through this unfamiliar city, see what trouble I could stir up. In the center, I spotted this knockout beauty. My usual bravado kicked in, and I swaggered up to her.

She looked scared as hell, but that just getting horny me. I tried to reach for her hand, you know, to get to know her better. But then this old hag steps in, starts mumbling some curse or whatever. I told her to shove it, didn't need her messing with my plans. I was about to go after the girl again, but she vanished into thin air.

Fuming, I wanted to yell, let out all that frustration. "To hell with you, old hag!" I roared, expecting my usual rough voice. But instead, it came out all high-pitched and girly. Confused as all hell, I looked into the window of a café, and there she was—a curvy babe, staring back at me.

Realized my chest was heavy, and I couldn't ignore these uncomfortable straps digging into my shoulders. I tried to look down, but all I saw were these huge boobs blocking my view. Yellow T-shirt stretched tight, making me feel exposed.

Running my fingers through unfamiliar long hair, it felt weird against my skin. I was a woman. Couldn't wrap my head around it. Balancing on these damn heels felt like walking on eggshells.

Then this guy, dressed like the old me, approached. He tried to make small talk, but fear gripped me, and I couldn't find my voice. He got bolder, took my hand, and I stumbled along, struggling to keep my balance.

We ended up in some grimy motel room, and I knew things were about to go south. He said he wanted blowjob from me. I'd never do in a million years. The old me would've punched him in the face, but now I was trapped. I wanted to resist, to run away, but fear held me captive as I reluctantly knelt while he undid his pants.