Trucker Lust God

After 12 hours of driving a heavy truck filled with precious cargo, Choco Loved the job. He was reaching an age where he was satisfied with trucking and not much more, though if you offered him a raise, he'd take it—he wasn't a dummy. He was the size of a fat goliath, 10 feet 5 inches. No one could measure up to him or speak eye to eye, though he suspects people like that about him the most. He was a bear anthro so it was normal for his kind though he towers over them as well, especially in thickness and girth; his massive belly filled with fast food and love jiggled with each bump in his stained tanktop at least what fit.

His underbelly sags under the once white sweatstained shirt, the spots around his pits are more like toxic hazard zones with how much odor and sweat they have absorbed. while his chest may not be in competition with any bimbos they're still there and can give any normally endowed man some kinky fun they also leak milk when squeezed. the real show is in the pants; A massive snake that could reach the floor without having an erection constantly burping ultra-virile pre-nut so potent that it looks pure white and chunky. His low-hanging leathery brown sack the size of beachballs audibly slosh when he walks constantly producing thick heavy gallons of cum the reek of unwashed alpha musk that could make any unfortunate bystander stain their pants with a close enough whiff. The front of his pants is forever stained and odorous and due to his size, Choco has to coil his girthy spewing cock between his legs into his fat swampy cheeks making a damp hyper musky between his fat middle-aged cake.

His fat ass is brown-furred and smooth, and Choco's poor shorts stretch around him on the brink of ripping at all times bending down is always a gamble if they'll withstand or not. his fat wet crack was always in view with how much fat was stored inside if looked carefully you could see steaming musk vapor coming from between them with how long he goes without washing or wiping, a true filth war zone. Choco's bad hygiene made his puffy bear anus itchy his ass needed to be scratched and if he can't reach it the nearest object or person shall be used as a personal butt scratcher for hours until he is satisfied at least it'll be cleaner for the next victim_..._hopefully. His undies and pants reek of all the muffled farts they've blocked even then his farts are so loud and potent they could be heard from a mile away and be smelled even further but he rarely goes all out for the sake of peace. though when nature calls let's hope the pipes can handle it otherwise it'll be a city-wide disaster waiting to happen the farts clear out the weaker chunks easily like an air canon and then he fills it up with enough bear manure to fuel a farm for a lifetime; he sometimes sells it as an ultra-concentrated manure to farmers of the weekends.
Choco finally is reaching the final stretch as both his filled sack and belly gurgled he could take a small "break" at the gas station and Unload for a little while and grab some snacks but he is also super close the warehouse for his shipment!