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Within minutes, Simon had hooked the pump up and had it running, as he circled around his cargo for a quick inspection. He found one of the containers he was hauling was leaking. Though it wasn't oil or water or anything like that. It was a strange and very bright green liquid that oozed out slowly from a crack in one of the barrels.
"Oh what the hell?" Simon said as he examined the container. He placed his hand on the crack of the container, then on the liquid. Intrigued to see the odd colored liquid.
"What the hell do they have me hauling?" he said as he felt the weird liquid between his fingers. Then he wiped his hand on his pants and shook his head, grabbing a towel from the truck's cab and wrapping it as much around the barrel as he could. "Better call this in."
He grabbed his phone and called the client, nervous to know what it is he's carrying.
He asked what was in the barrels but was only told he shouldn't worry about it. As long as it didn't get onto his skin he would be okay and had nothing to be afraid of.
"But one of them is leaking and it got all over my hand," he said, somewhat angrily.
"Oh... that isn't good then," said the client, worried.
"Why isn't that good?" He asked, now worried as hell about what will happen. It was then that his gut began to groan loudly, hungry even though he had just eaten about half an hour ago.
He hung up the phone quickly, knowing he had to hurry and get something to eat. Looking across the road from the gas station he saw a diner that truckers often stopped at for a meal on their way through the area. Feeling the hunger grow he finished fueling the truck, parked it, and all but ran inside the diner.
He entered the diner and took a booth, when the waiter came to take his order, Simon ordered one of everything as his gut groaned louder, causing a few truckers to look towards him.
They looked away as Simon played off the loud growls. Though he couldn't last much longer he felt. He was just so hungry that he couldn't even sit still anymore. Thankfully the first of his meal arrived along with a big glass of soda.
The waiter had barely placed the plate on the table when Simon began attacking eat, shoving the food into his mouth. He was half way through when he began chugging the soda as the waiter came back with a second plate.
Simon let out a loud belch as the waiter set down his next plate. The guy looked at Simon disgustedly and shook his head. He sighed as he left the table and Simon gorged himself more. Though the more he ate the more Simon wanted to eat.
As Simon continued eating, he hadn't noticed his belly was slowly swelling whilst his arms and legs grew with a mixture of fat and muscle.
The others around him did notice though. They began to point to Simon and whisper to themselves, shocked at what was going on. Simon just ate more, literally licking his plate clean now before belching again.
As he finished the meal , finally feeling full, he let out a belch and placed his hands on his gut. As he looked down he was shocked to see his gut had grown bigger, stretching his shirt whilst his arms and legs had also grown larger.
"What the hell... am I... bigger?" he said to himself. He felt how much bigger his stomach was and that it was still growing. In fact, all of him was still growing. His entire body was getting thicker and he could swear he was starting to get taller.
As soon as the waiter came with the bill, Simon stood up, surprised by how much bigger he was and paid it leaving a generous tip as he began leaving the diner to get back to his truck, hopefully he can get to the client before he gets to big and figure out how to shrink back down.
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