You're on a timer now, maybe if you get out of the city you can get help. You dash outside looking for a vehicle. There's a row of cars, you try your hand at them but find they're all locked. You run up and down the street trying each car. Locked, Locked, Locked, Open! A large truck opens itself to you. It's a bit damaged from use, you see a note on its window "Got a new truck, this goes to the first lucky fucker who noticed it was open." Seems like it really is your lucky day. You've never driven one of these before, but you imagine it's not that much harder than driving manual cars.
You climb up to the seat and close the door, you check the back of the truck and find nothing of note. A few beer cans, a tank top, some shorts, a cap, a cigarette box, and a lighter. You see the keys are still in, you turn them and hear the engine ignite. You start driving towards the exit of the city, you drive and drive, and eventually, start seeing the city buildings in your rearview mirror.
You've won! No more Irish nightmares, no more men trying to sleep with you. You're free to leave and get on with your life. You cheer at your victory as you drive, and continue down the road. You drive for another five minutes and then start to feel hot, this truck attracts a lot of heat. You open the window and feel the cool breeze, but you're still too hot. You shift in your seat while you drive as you strip down to your underwear. No one will mind, right? The road seems empty so of course they won't. You drive for another few minutes until you feel pressure in your crotch, taking off your underwear you see your penis is fully erect and resting on your stomach.
Surely a quick rub would be fine... You steer with one hand and begin masturbating with the other. As you masturbate your grunts become deeper and deeper. You didn't notice it, but your legs are now stout and covered in ginger hair. As you stroke your dick it seems to lengthen and thicken, it becomes 11' erect and regrows its foreskin. You're glad the foreskin regrew, ain't feel right to have a dick without it. Your pubes begin emitting a musky smell, you close your window so the smell can seep and soak into the truck. Your truck has to smell like you after all.
The changes begin to reach your stomach, as they do you feel your stomach grumble. You briefly take your hand off your dick and look in the back seat, seems like the previous owner was kind enough to give you a few drinks. You grab a can of beer and open it, you drink it without care, the beer spilling onto the seat and yourself. Your stomachs growling ceases as you grow a beer gut, covered in hairs. Your fat backed by a layer of muscle, no one will mess with you, or they'll be hurtin' bad in the morning. You start to sweat profusely as your pits fill with thick hair, the smell combining with your musk and staining the car.
You begin to reach climax, you keep one hand on the road, determined to keep driving. You look in the driver side mirror and see your face change. You mature, gaining around 15 years in age as a bushy, orange, beard sprouts from your chin. Your mouth seems to sit naturally in a scowl, as you wrinkle and harden. Your nose enlarges and looks as if its smashed in your face. Your final change occurs as your hair grows out into a mullet. You yell with pride as seed shoots from your cock, landing on you and in your truck. You smile, the seed will dry out eventually, and it just further makes the truck yours.
You begin to slow down and eventually pull over. You go to the back of the track and pull out a truckers hat, a singlet, and some shorts. You throw your underwear on the road, won't need that anymore. You enter the front seat of the truck and pull out a cigarette and light it. As you smoke, you turn the truck around and drive back to the city. On your trip back, you spot a 25-year-old hitchhiker. He says he has to reach the city since his best friend called him over. You introduce yourself as Forbes and happily allow him to ride with you. As you drive back, you hungrily watch as he asks you if its okay to strip, and eventually begins masturbating as he grows thick, ginger hair. Before long, you have a buddy called Ungus, who's looking to own his own truck...
You were close to escaping, but you were infected by a shortly lived friend. As you drove out of the city, you transformed into the Irish Trucker Forbes. You end up arriving back in the city with your new friend. After some direction from the barkeeper, you and Ungus become his agents from outside the city. The city needs something? You drive out, grab it, and bring it in. During your long trips, you often pick up hitchhikers who end up becoming fellow truckers. When you rest for the night you usually find company with other truckers, who quickly become Irish and join your mission as well.