#urinal tf

Red was relieved to see the rest stop and rolled his rig in. His last adventure had worked up an appetite, and he was looking for something to eat. Red spotted a few other rigs in the rear truck lot and had spied a few trucks and cars up front. He was glad this place wasn't empty.

Red heard some talking around back and spied a man smoking a cigarette by the back door of the rest stop, enjoying his fleeting break. Red approached the man, a cubbish fella who looked in his early 30s at most. He wore a stained gray shirt and fading jeans. The man looked up, his name tag said "Dusty", and opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. As soon as Dusty had seen Red, Red snapped his fingers and the world around them seemed to pause. Dusty felt the energy of Red, his desire and would consume his own. Dusty felt the world around him become cold, the air smelt earthy like a beer, and slowly he fell. Red quickly went to catch his newest creation, a tall can of beer. The label read "Dusty Trail Beer" as Red cracked it open and took his first sips. He could hear the pleading, but soon it gave way to joyful ecstasy and then silence. The beer had learned its purpose. Red entered the station and walked to the men's room, on the way finishing the beer and lazily tossing it in the direction of the trash can. Red entered the men's room, a dingy and ill-lit room, with a broken urinal and an occupied stall. Red sighed, but heard another man enter behind him. A man wearing snug-fitting jeans that left nothing to the imagination, a blue plaid shirt that was taut around his beer belly. Red's cock stiffened.

The man looked at Red and joked, "Well, guess we have to wait or share." Red grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him up against the wall. "I chose share" before roughly making out with him.

The man attempted to fight, to flee, but none of his strikes seemed to even register on Red. Fear filled the man, but an inner sense of arousal was burning inside him. Red quickly moved the man down to waist height and undid his fly, releasing his massive cock. The man took a look at the cock before Red slammed it into the man's mouth and, without hesitation, unleashed his piss into the man. As Red used the man, he decided he would also help others who came here, and began working his magic.

Red pushed the man's arms up against the wall, where they melted into the walls. The man tried to scream, beg and plead. As Red's golden stream continued, he also continued his work. The man's legs pulled back into his body. As Red did this, the man from the stall flushed, washed his hands and politely waved at Red, never registering the scene unfolding. Red finished his torrent of piss and took his cock out. The man, now a torso and head hung in his arms, screamed at Red. Red began rearranging the man's body, torso and head becoming one, and the mouth expanding to match the size and shapes of the other urinals. Before long, a second nearly identical urinal was on the wall. Red smiled and left the men's room, searching for his next prey.

As Red approached the counter, he saw him, a redneck boy buying a can of dip.

Red approached the counter and told the clerk he wanted a can of dip himself. The clerk turned around and fiddled with the lock on the case. He glanced at the redneck's ID that was still sitting on the counter. Chance Hallerd, 22, perfectly thought Red.

Red turned to Chance, the boy meeting his gaze for a second and, sheepishly looking away, Red made his move. Red slid a hand down and cupped Chance's left cheek, and squeezed hard. Chance didn't fit back or resist. The clerk turned back, handed Chance his ID and read the can of dip. Red paid for both cans, and walked out towards his rig, knowing Chance wasn't far behind.

As he approached the rig, he heard a southern draw that made him instantly hard. "T-thanks for that S-sir", said Chance, before attempting to stammer out more.