Waking up with the sun shining through trees, you find yourself lying in a dirt road in a glenn. You are alone. The breeze stirs the trees, and the rustling sound wakes you. Your back is sore, as though you'd fallen on it. Though you feel serious bruises on your back and left side, you're fine. You're covered with piss and dirt, and painfully get to your feet. "damn", you think "where am I?" walking along the side of the road you try to avoid being seen, you come to the outskirts of a subdivision. You're starving, but have no pockets much less money. You find clothes drying in a backyard, and you steal blue jeans and a white t-shirt. They barely fit your new body, but you feel more human, and feel an unaccustomed thrill of having chest hair pop out of the neck. Your hunger and thirst has been building through the day, so when you find a 7-11 you hatch a plan to steal something to eat, anything. You walk inside, acting casual. Heading to the back of the store you reach out to steal some potato chips. Suddenly a large hairy hand clamps on yours! Looking up, you see the guy who was with you in the truck. He's wearing an orange and white 7-11 shirt. He glares at you through his thick brows, and growls through his thick beard, "What took you so long?", "I've been covering for you for the last half hour!" You're happy that you can understand somebody! Everyone you'd heard all day sounded as though they were gargling. Almost against your will, your eyes take him in. You feel your cock getting hard in your jeans as notice how tightly the shirt is streched by his muscles, hair pushing out of the buttons. You glance down at his generous package, and feel your cock getting even harder. He pulls you into the walk in freezer, undoes his pants and drops them on the floor.