Turning, you sit on the bench in the truck and look at your comrades. You feel revolted! Drying piss matts your new chest hair. Its acidic taste in your mouth! Its smell all over you. Looking around the truck, you can't recognize the others. Their changes left them unrecognizable to you. The seat accross from you contains a burly hairy Indian man. He is bald, his broad heavy shoulders have tufts of hair on them, and his piss soaked beard is full and starts high on his cheeks. "Nobody I know looks anything like that!" you think. Since only you can move your eyes, you see maybe 4 others. All of them blankly looking down, they all appear to be in their mid thirties, muscular, Middle Eastern and unrecognizable.
You hear voices outside the truck. You hear someone jump into the cab. You angrily look down! "If I get out of this" you think, "I'm going to kick some chink ass!" Your eyes go back to the man accross from you. You notice that his eight inch; flacid, dick is not hidden by his meager loin cloth. As your eyes idyl go over his body, you feel an unaccustomed heavyness in your crotch, and your new much larger tool starts to get really hard, pushing aside comletely the burlap of your loin cloth. Looking down, you see a ten inch mahagony colored rod that had to be as thick as a beer can, rising out of a huge nest of pubic hair. Its huge flaring head tapping against your lower chest with every heartbeat. "**K! They **ing warped my brain!" you think. "I don't **'in need this right now!" but your eyes stay locked on his dick. The Truck's engine starts. Feeling something resisting, but with the feeling growing weaker you slowly rise to your feet. As you stand your dick points to the man accross from you. You are standing at the back of the truck, which is a military personnel type with a canvas top. You walk over to the man accross from you. Bending over you pick up his hands just as the truck starts to move; tossing both of you out of the canvas back of the truck. You both land heavily on a dirt road.