Joe's Auto Part 3

(I 100% forgot to post this yesterday. I'm so sorry everyone. I'm also currently working on the next short story.)




My first day of work came faster than I had in the shower. I arrived just as Joe was opening the garage. He gave me a wave and gestured for me to park around the in the back, which I happily did. I quickly hurried back in and gave an eager smile. Joe gave me a pat on the shoulder and told me to follow.

We walked into a storage closet. I noticed that he wasn't yet in his uniform, just casual jeans and a sleeveless shirt. As he reached up to grab a crate off the top shelf, I watched as his shirt lifted to expose to very hairy belly, which was just beginning to bulge slightly. Damn how I wanted to just reach out and run my fingers through all that gorgeous dark brown fur, how I wanted to rub my face against that gut that was just at the beginning of its growing journey.

That was when I had a brilliant idea. I had fantasized about what he would look like at a bigger size. Could I, perhaps, subtly fatten him up without him catching on? Well, he'd eventually catch on. But how long could it go before he starts trying to actively lose weight? There was only one way to find out.

It wasn't until he put his arms down, and his shirt covered his stomach once again, when I realized he had been talking the entire time.

"-and that's why I suggest you keep the jumpsuit on while at work if you want to save your clothes. Got it?" He asked as he set the crate down and began dig through it, pulling out different sizes jumpsuits. "What size do you wear?"

"Well, I usually wear large, but typically buy extra large just in case it shrinks in the wash." I said with a small chuckle.

He lifted a brow in response as he dug through and pulled out a suit to fit me. "Actually, that's not a bad idea. All mine seems to be doing lately is shrinking in the wash." He laughed with a pat to his middle. "Now, get that on and let's get you started."

Within minutes we were both zipped into our jumpsuits and leaving over the open engine of a car. He asked me to show him the parts that I knew, so I did, starting with the simplest, like where the oil goes and the washer fluid, pointing out the battery, and so on. It didn't take long before I was pointing at the lesser known parts, making it clear that I vaguely understood some of their functions. Soon enough, Joe was pointing out parts that I didn't even know had names. I was so intrigued, not just by what I was learning, but just by listening to him speak. His voice just had this tone that made me feel so good inside for some reason. And before I knew it, Joe was patting my shoulder and saying,

"Let's go for lunch."

Once at Pete's Grill, I didn't waste time looking at the menu. I ordered my eggs and hash browns, with a side of waffles, which came with three and each each were the size of my head. I knew there was no way I was going to eat them, I had better plans.

Joe ordered another massive meal. Chicken fried steak with biscuits, mashed potatoes, and gravy. His meal alone was enough to feed at least 3 people, and he was putting it all away into his gullet as if he hadn't eaten in days. I watched as he got just a little more bloated as the minutes and meal ticked by.

When he was nearly done with his meal I hurried and finished mine before I gave a groan. "Oh man, I shouldn't have ordered these waffles. There's no way I'll be able to finish them. Any chance you want them?"

He gave a humored grunt. "You really think I'll be able to eat them after all this food I've been eatin'? Just leave it."

"No, I don't like being wasteful like that." I said while shaking my head. "I'll just get a box."

As my box arrived, Joe gave a belch. I knew there was a low possibility of him eating the waffles. But I knew there was already later. I just had to be sure to keep them in his line of sight.

Once back at the shop I didn't hesitate to get back to work on the car. Joe, however, pulled up a chair and sat, giving me instruction from the sideline. Having made sure to leave the box of waffles on the tool case, which was within an arms reach of him, it wasn't long before he had the box open and was chomping away. Seeing him do this for me thinking.

If he did this every time after lunch, and I made sure to always bring leftovers back with us. How long would it be before he started showing signs of growth?