Vincent had been a truck driver for five years now. Hauling cargo from one side of the US to the other was what he lived for. And he loved it, looking forward to all his journeys across the open road from A to B. In his years he had to put up with a lot: sleeping in his cabin, eating nothing but fast food, and on some occasions driving all night long. Though even he had to admit this was a bit much.
He was in the middle of the desert, on hot summer day; and his air conditioning was broken. He had the windows down sure, but his slightly overweight body was still sweating like crazy through his shirt. As he drove along his skin practically melded to the leather seats. Vincent let out a long sigh and wished for some kind of change to take place to make this more bearable.
That wish was surprising answered from an unexpected source.
As Vincent kept driving certain changes began to take place in his body. For one, his over weight body began to slim down. Next his clothes started changing. His sweat soaked flannel shirt unbuttoned itself and shrinking, Vincent was thankful for the relief so he didn’t question this or look down. More and more of his body fat was moved around mainly to his chest and thighs. His bear belly slimmed down into a toned midriff, his ass inflated, and breasts began to form on his chest. All the while his face began to change as well. His jawline sharpened, nose shrunk, eyelashes lengthened, cheek bones moved up, hair turned blond, and lips expanded. All the while his clothes kept shrinking down. The once handsome young man, then less attractive older man, was now becoming a beauty younger woman.
The changes weren’t done yet though. His height went up by a few inches. Vincent’s thighs could now crush watermelons, and those thighs were pressing down on his shrinking man hood. He adjusted in his seat a bit at the discomfort but the changes had progressed far too much to stop. Added to the crushing pressure of his thighs, was also the added force of his once pants, also add to that the restriction caused by the considerable ass he was now sporting. Vincent kept squirming in his seat, trying to both drive and get comfortable. The pressure kept building and building till finally their was a pop like a bottle of soda being cracked open, and the trucker relaxed letting out a much higher pitched sigh of relief. Vincent was now Vicky.
His once proud member was inverted into a fully functional pussy. The last of the changes went unnoticed like the rest. Vicky’s clothes continued to shrink down till she was wearing nothing but a red bikini, that wasn’t the end though. Because her flesh was sticking so much to the seat, she also now sported an unzipped crop top leather jacket. Add to that a set of cowboy boots and hat. When all was said and done, she was a blond bombshell truck driver.
The trucker didn’t notice any of his, as far as she knew she had always been Vicky. Though she was still very sweaty at the moment her bikini helped her keep cool...