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July Drabbles
🕑 Added 2022-07-31 22:27:01 +0000 UTCCo-Workers Rub Off
“Urrpp, oof sorry about that.”
When Dylan began to work at the local office, he expected to get some traits from his workers. Mostly picked up hobbies or tastes from his new coworkers. But what the former football player didn’t expect was getting fatter as his once fit ass spread across the shrinking office chair he was atop of.
The root of Dylan’s growth came from his fellow coworker Simon who was in the cubicle just across from Dylan. At first, Dylan was thrown off by the huge, nerdy blob of a man. The immense office worker took up the couch like an office chair, his fat ass stretching his office pants as he grazed lazily during the day, fat fingers struggling with typing on the keyboard. However, the longer Dylan spent with Simon, the more he enjoyed the sweating blob-like man’s company, things getting more comfortable as they hung out after work, though things had gotten awkward the few times they had to share an elevator as Simon’s mass filled most of the cramped space.
The after-work chats got slightly more difficult as they went for a bite to eat, often with Simon gorging himself on enough food to feed a family. Though this led to Dylan joining in on eating as it felt off for Simon to eat by himself. The casual meals got bigger as the two spent more and more time, Dylan found his portions getting larger and larger till he was stuffing himself with Simon. The once fit body growing out with a steady layer of fat.
Vault 79
“Ninety-Nine… One Hundred.”
Within a deep underground vault, a huge beast that could easily rival a super-mutant was lifting weights. The beefy behemoth was once a regular wastelander, just scavenging and surviving, that was until the day he had come across the vault. Rather than being occupied or having evidence of whatever horrible experiment, the wastelander found the place stocked with special food and exercise equipment that was more luxurious and clearly oversized than what was found in the post-apocalyptic world. It had been a week the wastelander had stayed in the vault, seeing he was affected by the long abandoned experiment that vault-tec had devised.
The clothing he had brought with him was long since gone, outgrown within days as he ate the filling food, using the weights and equipment that the vault-tec computers instructed how to use. His slim limbs thickened up with strength and mass as he grew out, his sunken stomach growing out into a solid gut as his body swelled with mass and muscle. After tossing aside the weights that could rival the weight of vehicles, the swollen wastelander gracelessly waddled through the cramped halls of the vault, the metal walls and door frames bent and warped from the hulking mass having forced his way through. Another seeming side effect of the growth that wasn’t warned by the vault terminals was the growth between his legs.
The massive members and atom bomb-sized balls made walking harder, but the flow of testosterone in the huge beast made the growth even better.
The day when the vault door opened excited the grown wastelander, more than triple his original size as he was eager to have fun with some of the small men from the outside.
