February 2022 Prompt

(Just made it under the wire. Enjoy the story on the issues with working for a company)

“Come on… there’s gotta be something.”

Dylan sighed as he searched through the job listing for truck drivers. Since the company he had been working for went under, the young driver found himself looking through different search groups to try and find any jobs. Besides a few deliveries that just helped him to make ends meet, Dylan found himself scrambling for a more stable job despite the many bidding wars he had gotten in for a job. Refreshing the page to see any positions that hadn't been too lowballed, Dylan came across a new job listing. The listing showed a company just needing help to deliver between their facilities after their previous driver quit for personal reasons. Looking the job over, Dylan couldn’t believe how much they were paying to transport a few crates for the company.

Ready to go into a bidding war, Dylan placed the opening bid for the client's starting offer. Dylan stretched his slim arms before his laptop dinged, expecting the subsequent request. Dylan looked over to see that the company had accepted well before the bidding was supposed to end. Hell, they bought before waiting for anyone else to bid on a lower offer.

“Huh… guess they need a driver. Not a problem for me, though.” Dylan chuckled, happy to see he had a good-paying job despite how easy it was. Getting to work planning his route, Dylan looked up the company he had effectively signed a deal with. “Never heard of M.A.S.S. Inc before… must be a new business.”

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“So, that’s all the crates loaded up.”

Dylan hummed, patting his hands together to clear off the word traces that had gotten on him as he looked over the loaded compartment of his truck. Nodding at the sight, Dylan turned back to the facility supervisor, Norman, who had been helping Dylan with loading the truck.

“Yeah, now you need to get to the facility across the state,” Norman said, the fit man glancing back at the crates before turning fully to Dylan. “Take your time, though; we don’t need any accidents happening cause you rushed.”

“Not a problem. It should take me a day to get there with plenty of breaks along the way.” Dylan said, thinking of the path that had been set up.

“Don’t worry; in fact, give the company any receipts you have during the trip, and we’ll reimburse you. It’s the least we can do for such a good worker.” Norman said, surprising Dylan with the added information about the job.

“Oh. Well, that’s nice. But you guys don’t have to.” Dylan said though he would be more than happy to not have to worry about bills during the journey.

“Not at all. We’re just happy to support you with the job you’re doing for us,” Norman said with a slight chuckle before patting Dylan’s back. “Just be careful with the contents in the crates.”

“Don’t worry, I’m always on point with making sure the stuff in the truck is delivered safely and on time.”

“That’s what we expect. Well, better make your way to the facility. Hope you get there in one piece.” Norman chuckled at his own joke as Dylan shook hands with the supervisor before getting to work climbing into the truck cabin and beginning to drive off on the long stretch of road before him.

Had Dylan looked back in his mirror, he’d have seen Norman was on the phone, mentioning something about the latest experiment being on its way. These words alone wouldn’t have been a problem for the slim driver, however, there was another thing Dylan was unaware of, the crates within the trucks seeping out a faint haze that went into the filtered vents into the truck cabin.

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“Okay, making some good progress.”

Dylan said to himself, driving along the long expanse of road. The vast emptiness of the desert allowed Dylan to think over the job, recalling some vague instruction he had been told. Mainly to be careful with bumpy roads and sharp turns, some basic warnings, though Norman had emphasised the importance of that.

Going along the seemingly endless road, Dylan's attention was pulled when his stomach gurgled deeply. The slim man spared a glance down at his flat belly, surprised by how hungry he seemed to be. “Guess I did have a light breakfast,” Dylan said with a slight wince as a pang of hunger hit him. The pangs seemed to intensify as he caught sight of a billboard advertising a diner not a few miles away. Dylan mentally made a plan for the detour as he speed up along the barren stretch of road, unaware of the slight swell across his body.

Pulling up to the dinner, Dylan parked before stepping out of the cab. He walked across the car park, not noticing the slight wobble of his sides and ass, his flat stomach now having a just visible bump to it. Entering the rather vacant diner, Dylan took a seat in an empty booth and glanced over at the menu. The truck driver got the gist of the menu before a waiter approached him.

“Hey there hun. What can I interest you in?” The fit man asked, holding a notepad in his hands along with a pen ready to write out the order. Dylan didn’t have time to think over order before a sharp pang of hunger hit him.

“Yeah.. uh, I’ll have a large special with double the sides,” Dylan said, shocking both himself and the waiter with the immense order. The waiter quickly recovered, writing down the order before heading to the kitchen, mentioning how he’ll bring the complimentary drink out soon.

Dylan sighed, rubbing a hand over his forehead as the other hand brushed his stomach, feeling the bulge straining against his shirt. The swelling driver wondered if maybe he was coming down with something, giving his soft gut a squeeze, Dylan couldn’t help notice how much fuller it felt in his hand.

Before the trucker could wonder about the seeming swelling going on with his body, the waiter returned placing a tall pint of beer along with a large sub sandwich dripping with juices and grease, a couple of small bowls were placed along, filled with various potato foods like fries and mashed with gravy. The stench of the diner food hit him and made Dylan bring his focus back on his hunger. Reaching forward, Dylan dug his fingers into the dripping sandwich, lifting it up as grease trailed down his arms before taking a bite of the sandwich. The growing trucker couldn’t help but moan a bit as he began to devour the almost euphoric food, his mouth staying full as with each gulp of food he stuffed more and more into him. With every bite of food, Dylan’s swelling form began to grow even more. His thickening torso stretched his grease stained, button-up shirt, his plumping chest and belly spilling out as the buttons strained to try to contain the growing mass. His plumping ass pushed him up in his seat as his jeans audibly creaked with the growing blubber pushing the seams.

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“He should have arrived already.”

Dick wondered as he glanced back down at his watch. Norman had told him when the new truck driver had left the facility and considering Dick knew there weren’t any need for major detours between the facilities, the supervisor wondered what was taking the delivery so long.

Glancing out to the long expanse of road, Dick sighed when he finally caught sight of the truck making its way towards the facility. He went in to inform the workers to get ready, opening the loading bay as the truck was backed in.

“Well, took you long enough.” Dick said, exasperation in his tone as the workers began the process of pulling the crates out, confirming there wasn’t any damage to the cases or the containers of bear-ogen. Before Dick could continue his rant, the door to the front of the truck opened out and a surprising sight silenced the supervisor.

As the cab door opened, a flesh-coloured substance oozed out, scraps of clothing stuck in between the overlapping rolls as more and more poured out. It wasn’t long before a thick arm came out, a fat hand that rivalled a pitcher’s glove pressed against the top of the compartment as more of the being came out. Dick watched the metal of the truck bend and creak as the immense being, that Dick realised was a fat man, forced his way through the narrow opening of the cabin. The truck began to tilt to the side before landing back on all tires as the gargantuan, blubber packed man got out and landed on the ground with a dull thud. Dick was silent as he took in the immense blob of a man, his fat rolls jiggling about with sweat dripping off him. Getting closer, Dick had to look up at the seated behemoth to look at the panting face of the giant man. Sighing as he realised what happened, Dick looked over his shoulder to call to the workers.

“Guys be careful, one of the canisters leaked. And tell HR we got another hog to look after.”