A very special delivery

by Seth Peterson

Berk is a short, slim driver on a long haul to Texas. Little does he know his truck has a very special plan in store for him!

Berk sighed as he checked his list one more time. Chargers, maps just in case his phone hit a dead zone, toiletries…check check check. It was all here; Berk was just stalling. His first cross-country job, and Berk had to admit he was a bit nervous. His buddy had connected him to a delivery company in desperate need of truck drivers almost half a year ago, and Berk had been hired almost as soon as they heard the letters “CDL.” They had kept things simple at first, having Berk drive deliveries to nearby restaurants, superstores, that kind of thing. But it was finally time to spread his wings, so to speak. Berk was fine driving long distances…he just would have preferred to drive from Pennsylvania to Virginia, not Pennsylvania to Texas.

Eying his reflection in the massive side mirror of his cab, Berk sighed. It wasn’t that he had anything against Southern folk, it was just that he looked every bit the pale pasty Northeasterner he was. He’d stick out like a sore thumb among the tan, thick, farm-strong stock down there! Running a hand through his buzzcut, Berk mused that it was probably a good call getting a haircut before heading down South. It was a nice pleasant mid-70s day here…the forecast called for over 100 in Texas on Friday (three straight days of driving, fuck). Thankfully his cab had very good air conditioning, and his company was giving him a very generous allowance to spend at on-the-way diners and hotels. He’d be comfortable the whole way, that was for sure! Well, no use dawdling any more. Time to hit the road!

Berk had joined this company for the simple purpose of making money, there was no denying that. In today’s economy, one couldn’t be too picky…especially if a job was paying twenty-five an hour! Berk had driven long distances before; it wasn’t his favorite activity, but he didn’t mind the long, tranquil spaces of open road and his favorite songs coming through the speaker. Still, there were times when the hours flew…and times when one mile seemed to take years. This trip started out like that, unfortunately. As Berk traveled through Pennsylvania, he found the familiar scenery and often-traveled roads dragging along…as if his massive 18-wheeler could go any slower. Sighing, Berk chanced a glance around his spacious cab, his eyes drifting around the massive compartment. Why did they even need to be this big? Like his 5’6, 140 lb figure was going to need the extra room!

Even as Pennsylvania gave way to Ohio, Berk found that the rolling hills and sparsely-placed Dollar Generals were much the same. His brain began to drift, boredom setting in as he reached the 3-hour mark. Although he had never envisioned himself as a trucker, Berk had to admit: there was something oddly comforting about this cab. It was newer, but old enough that Berk could imagine a few people having driven it before. What were they like? Had they been like him: small, scrawny, unimpressive? Or had they been the quintessential trucker type: big, meaty, perhaps a bit furry and lewd? The truck rumbled especially loudly as it hit some rough asphalt, as if responding to Berk’s question. It made him smile, patting the truck’s wheel as he had a few times before…as if, in true Speed Racer fashion, the truck was a living breathing thing with feelings and needs.

Glancing at a truck pulling up alongside him, Berk’s breath caught in his throat. The heavyset rhino in the cab next to him didn’t notice at all, flipping a friendly wave in camaraderie before driving ahead. Although hybrid folk were statistically just a few digits less populated than their human counterparts, Berk never got used to seeing them. It was a natural part of life, seeing a massive moose man or a curvy equine lady on the street, but they always made Berk’s groin stir just a bit. Opinions about anthros were as diverse as they were: some people hated the mere sight of them, some were completely ambivalent, and some (like Berk) wanted to be a part of their world with every fiber of their being. The smallest ones were average in terms of human height and weight, and the largest had a good two to three feet on a six-foot man. Berk wondered if he was just fetishizing them sometimes; he had never really interacted with any of them, just admired them from afar. There was a polite but firm boundary between the two races: besides the obvious physical differences, there was a cultural gap that had never been breached. While the occasional hybrid couple made the news every now and then, it was most definitely an exception to the rule. Berk couldn’t decide if he wanted to be one or be with one, but he constantly told himself that it was no use fantasizing. He would do neither, and that was a fact he’d have to live with. All the exotic species driving by in their various cars would have to stay a lane’s length away.

Sighing, Berk leaned back and Bluetoothed to his speaker; the hum and rumble of the road was nice for a bit, but he needed some music. His tastes were admittedly as white as he was: not a hint of rap or country or R&B in any of his playlists. Just ABBA, Fall Out Boy, and the occasional Ke$ha. Still, Berk liked it! And he would not be shamed for his taste in music. Nodding in defiance, Berk found that the pounding bass and the blasting melody of the speaker saddened him a bit. He had grown quite used to the rattling and tire-on-road vibration sounds of the truck! The moment passed and Berk began to bump his head to the beat of his playlist, but the vibration of the truck continued, echoing and pulsing its way into Berk’s seat. As if the truck itself was making a statement, reacting to his previous line of thinking, those vibrations slowly crept into Berk’s legs, his whole body becoming pleasantly numb in no time. Berk would only feel a dull sense of euphoria, something easily explained by a good song hitting. But what happened next couldn’t be easily explained…or explained at all, really.

With his ass as point zero, Berk began to grow. It was in small, almost imperceptible spasms, but each bump and jostle of the road sent a tiny wave through him. And those waves began to add up. His lower body started to swell, teardrop muscles of his thighs defining bit by bit until they could be confused for modest runner’s legs! His calves bulged just a hair, ass filling out in his seat as that new gentle bubble forced Berk to adjust his stance slightly. His feet slipped off the gas involuntarily, adjusting quickly enough even as his brain registered how tight his shoes were. Hm, it must be time for a new pair! Berk rolled his shoulders as the growth spread up his body, his lower body now visibly muscular and borderline impressive. His core thickened and widened, stronger and firmer even as it expanded against his shirt. Berk’s pecs puffed out bit by bit, nipples outlining against his shirt as his chest muscles inflated into something eye-catching (if not yet view-stopping). His shoulders rolled again as they widened, a roundness pushing into them as the growth wormed its way down his arms.

Berk’s biceps and triceps filled out in equal measure, gentle horseshoes pushing against his skin as a roundness formed on the opposite side. Even his forearms thickened and swelled, growing stronger as his hands popped and cracked an inch larger on either side. Berk clenched them unconsciously, as if mistaking the sudden growth spurt for some standard vehicular cramping. Curiously, Berk seemed entirely oblivious to the change overtaking him, even though any passenger would have noticed it immediately. The growth spread up into his neck, with the boy rotating his head to earn a few cracks and pops from his thickening connector. His head was last to change, being the furthest from the seat. His jawline snapped and clicked a bit thicker, his teeth strong and pearly. His cheekbones firmed up, his facial structure growing a bit more classically handsome. Berk scratched his scalp, his hair pushing another few centimeters out.

All of this happened in less than a minute, and Berk didn’t take notice of any of the new poundage sitting on his frame. He did have to adjust his seat…that was owing to the three new inches of height forcing his legs a bit longer. With a loud sigh, Berk settled into his seat, a new vigor running through him. He felt energized, reinvigorated…as if the truck had breathed some life into his road-weary bones. Such as it was, he cranked his music and cruised for the majority of the day. Feeling the thump-thump of the road beneath the truck, hearing it rattle along on the long highways, Berk reflected that it wasn’t such a bad gig after all.

He had been driving for almost 8 hours before he decided to call it a day. His back was stiff, his neck ached, and he was in need of a good meal. The lunch he had packed for the first day hadn’t lasted long in his stomach, and now it was all but bellowing for sustenance. Usually his sandwich and fruit kept him going for a whole day; he must have had a lighter breakfast than usual. Spying a very cozy-looking diner next to an equally homely motel, Berk pulled his truck in and checked his map. Google was all well and good, but that extra insurance never hurt. Tracing his finger along his route, Berk found roughly where he was at: he was at the tail end of Indiana; he’d push into Illinois early the next day. He deserved a good dinner and a long rest!

His breath caught as he stepped out of his truck, eyes taking in the two cows walking into the diner. They were both so curvaceous! God, why couldn’t humans like him have builds like that…it just wasn’t fair! The two anthros weren’t alone; there were a handful in the diner, along with an equal number of humans. The waitress smiled and led him to a booth where Berk had a perfect view of a rather robust warthog chowing down on a king-sized salad. God, what he would give to look like that. Although, maybe not with all the gnarled tusks and odd whiskers and…well, warts! But the size, the heft, the bulk! He was thankful when the waitress came back so he had something to distract himself with. Ordering a modest meal, he heard his stomach growl loudly as if in protest. The waitress didn’t miss it either; with a knowing smile, she pointed to the specials.

“May I recommend the cod risotto? It’s a bit more filling. A growing boy needs his calories, after all!”

Berk blushed a bit at her comment. Were all midwesterners this bold? Noticing his stare, the waitress motioned to Berk’s arm. He glanced, wondering how he’d missed the large tear in the seam of his shoulder.

“Either you nicked something on the way in, or you’re going up a shirt size without knowing it!”

Berk blushed even harder, smiling sheepishly.

“I guess so! The cod sounds great, thanks.”

A sudden urge hit him, and he smiled thoughtfully.

“With honey on it, if you don’t mind!”

The waitress nodded happily, jotting his order down as she walked away. Berk wasn’t sure why he had suddenly craved that; honey and fish might work, but honey and rice? Ah well, it would be fine. But…her comment had made him realize he had torn his shirt. And it hadn’t been a snag like she had mentioned; Berk could feel his other shoulder straining the sleeve like a sausage about to burst from its casing. In fact, all of his clothes felt strangely tight. How had he not noticed that before? Berk’s brain tingled faintly, as if trying to notify him of something important and world-changing. But all Berk could focus on was the food about to come his way!

When it did come, Berk found himself nearly salivating in anticipation. The first bite was electric, a taste bud sensation that exploded on his tongue and nearly made him moan aloud. He eagerly took a second bite, finding his face wincing in reply. This was…mediocre at best; the fish was overcooked and the sauce on the risotto was weak. Why had that first bite entranced him so? He licked along a smear at the edge of his plate, nodding in realization. The honey…for some reason, that initial taste had driven him wild. Shrugging, Berk half-heartedly ate his meal. What had he expected in the middle of the Midwest, caviar and foie gras? He did finish his dinner, pausing as he shifted in his seat. He almost felt a little bloated; had he eaten too fast?

Berk glanced down, poking his protruding belly. He’d always had a little bit of a pooch, but it seemed larger than before. Had that grown too!? Surely it was just a food baby! He was almost tempted to order a salad like the warthog had eaten, and then he realized that he was still somewhat hungry. He had just eaten more than enough…and yet his body still desired more. Somewhat shocked, Berk was about to squash his lingering craving and pay the bill when his eyes flicked to the dessert menu. His heart skipped a beat as he took in the picture of the baklava, dripping with honey and oozing with sweetness. It was decided as soon as he made eye contact with the succulent pastry. As tempted as he was to order an extra for the ride tomorrow, Berk settled on just one for later in his motel room. No need to press his luck with the Company. Paying his bill and casting one last look at the massive porcine, Berk took his dessert to his room.

As a late-night movie flickered across his TV, Berk couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting to that honey-coated delicacy on the side table. He felt like a glutton, thinking about dessert so soon after eating such a large meal. But it called to him, and with an internal eye roll Berk eagerly popped the case open and dug his fork into the oozing, golden treat. It was, admittedly, just as disappointing as the dinner had been. You needed a real Greek place to do baklava right, that much was obvious. But the initial blast of sweet honey flavor had his toes curling just as intensely as the fish had. Berk wasn’t sure why he took such pleasure in the taste, but he wasn’t about to deny his taste buds! Devouring the morsel in record time, Berk licked his fork clean, wishing that he’d bought a second (mediocre as it may have been). And with that, the food coma set in. Berk’s eyelids grew heavier and heavier as he idly watched whatever show was available. The food settled pleasantly in his gut, and the toll of a solid day’s worth of driving helped him drift off quickly.

Berk’s alarm jolted him out of a peculiar dream, the last lingering sensations still prickling in his brain. He had been…in his truck, sort of. The details were fading fast as he woke up, but Berk seemed to recall sensations of his cab bouncing up and down on the pavement. There was the feeling of jiggling…the tires on the road, maybe? And the last thought before the dream faded away: he had shifted something in the cab. His truck wasn’t manual, but he had driven stick a few times. Had it been that? Ah well, it didn’t really matter. Berk took a bit to fully come awake, yawning loudly as he stretched. God, he felt well-rested! Nothing like a great big dinner to put you into a deep hibernation, right?

As he lumbered sleepily into the bathroom to shower, he paused in front of the mirror. The waitress’ comments about his size resurfaced from the night before, and he gave himself a once-over. He didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, rubbing a hand over the rough stubble on his face. He glanced over the light hairs pushing up from his torso, nudging his thickened pecs and patting his generous potbelly. Maybe he’d put on a bit of weight from the long hours sitting in a truck, but his metabolism always shed those quickly once the weather got nicer and he could go running. He stepped onto the bathroom scale, nodding with satisfaction at the ‘180’ that squeaked into view. See? Nothing new there! Maybe he’d just been neglecting his outfit upkeep; he wasn’t exactly a fashionista.

The water cascaded over his broad shoulders, the muscles in his arms flexing as he shampooed. His brain registered that there was more to him, more flesh to cover in soap and a shaggier mop of hair to dig his fingers into…but somehow, that registration never formed into conscious thought. Even as Berk was rubbing over a cock that seemed suspiciously larger and balls that were oddly heavier, he never gave it a second thought. It was only as he began to get dressed that reality asserted itself hard. If his clothes had been tight and snug yesterday, they were woefully inadequate now. Grunting in annoyance, Berk huffed as his shirt failed to cover the larger expanse of his torso. His pants didn’t button, either! Clearly that waitress had been right, even if Berk didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

It took a sneaky, emergency visit to the chintzy motel gift shop in order for Berk to become decent, the oversized “I visited Indiana and all I got was this lousy” T-shirt a size too large but thankfully concealing. There were no pants, but a pair of shorts had been able to stretch enough to house Berk’s larger lower half. Hopefully his lack of formality wouldn’t ever get back to the Company. He almost avoided the complimentary breakfast out of fear of being ogled, but two things caused him to change his mind. Firstly, some of these people (human and anthro alike) were walking around in their bathrobes or nightwear. Motel living at its finest. Secondly and more importantly, Berk was starving. It was as if his massive dinner had just vanished into a bottomless pit, and now the pit was hungry! Berk found he was unable to resist loading up on seconds…and then thirds. To his dismay, there was no honey available for his waffles; Berk survived all the same.

Belly full and hunger sated, Berk checked out and eyed his route for the day. Simple enough, just small highways all the way down. Lumbering back to his truck, Berk found himself getting oddly thrilled as he climbed up into his cab. It was as if his truck had been waiting for him, storing up energy for a large welcome. As the key turned and the engine rumbled to life, Berk found himself growing content and satisfied; this was where he belonged. Cueing up his music, Berk pulled out and began the long trek South. Indiana quickly morphed into Illinois, Berk looking idly at the farmland and small cities he passed through. It was quaint in a way, seeing how simple yet fulfilling life could be. Who needed huge megamarts and crowded malls when you had a corner store, a loyal village to aid you, and a hundred acres to gaze across? Blinking hard, wondering where that line of thought had come from, Berk refocused on the road and let the music thump in time with the bumps in the pavement.

As Illinois dragged on, Berk huffed unhappily. Barely even eleven and he was already ravenous. Hadn’t he eaten a small feast at breakfast?! The stockpile of energy bars he’d packed began to dwindle at an alarming rate, and yet they barely put a dent in his appetite. He’d have to stop for dinner at some point, and honestly? He was rather thrilled with the idea. His truck seemed to sense his intentions, purring happily underneath him. And just like yesterday, reality began to bend and warp to make the truck’s desires manifest. Berk began to grow yet again, another healthy dose of size injecting into him seat-first.

It was a faster yet more concentrated growth, his thighs and ass ballooning in short fashion; he would need a sturdy base to handle what was to come. His groin swelled lewdly against his shorts, balls outlining slowly but surely against the stretching fabric as Berk’s hand pressed eagerly against the pulsing curve of his erecting cock. As his fingers brushed an especially pleasurable spot and his truck veered slightly, Berk bit his lip. Shit, if only he weren’t so damn sensitive! The growth spasmed higher, his generous potbelly lurching out into a real lap-filler! His strong core thickened even more, belly round and imposing despite all the fat piling into it. Shoving ever upward, Berk’s pecs filled out with equal amounts of muscle and pudge, a pair of generous and handsome pec-moobs! His shoulders broadened in a hefty one-two spurt, biceps and triceps filling out in equal measure so that the muscles pushed through the generous layer of fat. His head now looked almost comically small on top of his new, dirty bulked physique. Although he’d bought a Large at the store, his shirt strained and stretched on his bloated figure…Berk was now a solid XL man!

The last vestiges of growth pushed up his neck, solidifying it into a pillar of beef that would look much less out-of-place on Berk’s massive body. His face took the coup de grace, jawline surging wider as his forehead crunched to match his newly bloated physique. Berk glanced in the mirror, his brain never registering anything as being different. Even as certain features began to bulge and stretch oddly, Berk dismissed it. His nose and lips pushing outward slightly was just an allergic reaction to his open window, and his brow thickening and furrowing was just stress after getting through a tough intersection. His tongue glided over oddly pointy and sharpened teeth, his mind filing the information away to check later and then immediately forgetting it. Berk shifted in his seat, clothes just as ill-fitting as they had been this morning despite having been loose and comfortable mere minutes ago. He let out a gruff snort, the sound coming out strangely animalistic in the confined cab.

Berk barely even realized it was dark until the headlights coming his way reminded him to switch on his own. Had he been driving that long? He hadn’t registered that his playlist had ended an hour ago; the rumble and rattle of his truck had been all the music he’d needed. As the darkness really settled in and Berk found himself squinting a bit to see the lines, he decided to pull off at the nearest truck stop. Sighing, Berk patted his dashboard lovingly, almost saddened to turn off the engine. Berk checked his map in the dim light of the cab, noticing with joy that he’d gone past the checkpoint for today. He’d have a shorter trip tomorrow, and that was always a good thing! He was midway through Oklahoma, which explained the large swathes of nothing he’d passed on the way. So much rolling country and farmland, it was really quite peaceful.

Stepping out of his cab, Berk inhaled sharply as he heard a number of seams pop and split. Shit, hadn’t he just found new clothes?! He glanced around furtively, but thankfully there was no one to witness the exposed skin poking out of his shoulders and thighs. Berk breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the Walmart across the way; it seemed that capitalism reached all the way out here. Twenty minutes later, Berk walked out with an XL outfit far more suited to housing a man of his size. At this time of night, there hadn’t been many people in the store. Plus, it was a Walmart: he could have walked in naked and still been overdressed. Still, being that close to a wardrobe malfunction in a public place should have filled him with embarrassment and anxiety, even in a middle-of-nowhere Walmart. Yet, he had felt oddly comfortable. He had been filled with confidence, almost hoping people would turn to look at him. It was a perplexing feeling…but just like everything else recently, the worry faded from his mind the second he thought too hard about it.

Just off to the side of the truck stop was a restaurant, one a bit more established than the diner he’d been to last night. Not that the diner had been bad; Berk quite enjoyed those small, homely eateries complete with the matronly, ‘what can I get you, hun?’ types he’d seen yesterday. But he was hungry, and he needed some oversized all-American portions! The bell tinkled as he walked in, his gaze trailing over the various humans and anthros eating inside. Funnily enough, the massive antelopes in the booth at the end didn’t seem quite as gigantic anymore. He must be getting used to the sight of them on this long road trip.

The waiter did a double take on seeing Berk, although the big man couldn’t quite place why. He didn’t look too much different than any of the other guys in here, right? The man recovered quickly enough, giving Berk some time to look at the menu. But Berk didn’t need to look. His eyes shot directly to something so alluring it was a siren call tailored just for him! But maybe a bit of additional perusing couldn’t hurt…he needed his energy after all that driving. Smiling up at the man, Berk pointed confidently.

“Yeah, lemme get an order of the honey wings. Extra honey on those, please. And I have to try that salmon special.”

He was tempted to make it a double, but he doubted his company would enjoy seeing that bill. But maybe he could sneak it…just this once.

“Heh…actually, make that two specials. I’m hungry tonight!”

The waiter blushed a bit, clearly unable to resist saying his next comment:

“You look it! We don’t often get many humans of your size in here. If you don’t mind me saying.”

Berk tilted his head in confusion; the waiter, incorrectly sensing he’d crossed a line, hurriedly rushed away to prepare Berk’s order. Berk glanced down at his body, thoughts churning. He was…big? He had never ever thought of himself as being big, but small boys didn’t wear XL clothes! Maybe it was time to start embracing life as a big man…although in his mind, Berk had never been anything else. Berk glanced in the mirror beside his seat, eying himself as if for the first time. He tried to be objective, really forcing himself to determine if he was as big as the waiter had made him out to be. He thought back to the waitress last night, too: she had said something similar! Running a hand over his meaty chest, scratching idly at the thick hair growing down his front, Berk scowled. Why couldn’t he see what they did?!

The wings arriving took his mind off the conundrum, his stomach growling as he eagerly tucked into the flavorful appetizer. The sweetness of the honey was a balm on his tongue, and Berk rubbed his lap-filling belly contentedly as he gobbled down meat like he hadn’t eaten in days. A full basket of them went down like simple snacks, Berk’s belly rumbling hungrily for more! Slurping down his sugary soda, Berk wondered why he had never indulged like this before. If it was all on the company’s budget, why had he always been so stingy with his meals? Packing snacks, making homemade sandwiches, all of that was well and good for a shrimp on a diet. But he was a man, and he decided then and there to let his stomach decide what he ate from now on. Like some beast going into hibernation, he would embrace the feast!

So when his double order of salmon came out, Berk was all but salivating. The wings had only sharpened his appetite, and the big man barely thanked his waiter before digging into the fish with a gluttonous ferocity that shocked even himself! Not a scrap went to waste, the rich and buttery flesh slurped up eagerly. As Berk ate, his clothes continued to tighten as his body grew. Slowly but surely, the calories were being reshaped into brawn and bulk! Muscles swelled only to be coated with another layer of pudge, body hair coming in thick and coarse. Berk’s manhood swelled against his pants and his balls sagged heavier with every bite, as if coaxed larger by the sheer act of eating! Berk’s meal vanished in a flash, his body now comfortably filling the XL clothes he had just bought an hour ago.

He found himself sated as the last flecks of fish were cleaned from his plate, Berk rubbing both hands over his ample belly. It was doughy and heavy, but had a solid core deep within the pudge to help keep that big round handsome shape. Eying the sliver of gut poking out from under the hem of his shirt, Berk sighed. He’d have to revisit that Walmart before taking off tomorrow. Why hadn’t he packed clothes his size?! It was astounding how he hadn’t accounted for his 2XL physique in his packing; he must have been in a terrible rush to leave. Happily slapping the company credit card on the bill, Berk hesitated only when he saw the dessert menu tucked behind the napkins. Pulling back his card, Berk gave a half-sheepish shrug and promptly ordered a slice of the pecan pie. That would tie him over later tonight!

A bit later, with his digestion in full swing and his freshly-bought outfit far more comfortable on his body, Berk reclined at his motel, pie and fork on his lap. It was a beautiful night, and Berk hadn’t been able to resist plopping down in one of the rocking chairs on the outdoor patio. That was a Southern thing, apparently, and Berk figured he could get into the habit. The warm evening air ruffled his hair, far shaggier than it had been just a few hours ago. Sweet flavors melting on his tongue, Berk felt his eyes growing heavy with the approach of the inevitable food coma. As he drifted off, Berk found his waking dream pulling him back to his truck. In his mind’s eye, he settled into the familiar and comforting cab, rubbing his hands almost lovingly over the steering wheel…hands that seemed rougher, knuckles sprouting hair and fingernails growing black and pointed. He jolted back awake, nervously glancing at his hands. Nope, still normal pink skin and clear nails.

But the truck pulled him back in, his eyelids unbearably heavy. Heavy paws gripped the wheel, the soothing rumble and rattle of the cab echoing through his body. Berk grumbled in discomfort: his belly was too squished against the steering wheel! Adjusting his seat backward, Berk nodded as his belly got the room it needed. But no sooner had he done so than his gut rapidly inflated and fattened to fill the space. Adjusting backward again, Berk found himself growling in a purely animal fashion. Even as his belly was growing yet again, Berk put his attention to the rearview mirror. His vision moved like molasses, head taking years to slowly arrive in the glass. But he knew once it did, his life would be changed forever. One…more…inch… . A hand on his shoulder jolted him out of his half-sleep, brain surging awake as he turned to stare in surprise at the worker who’d woken him up.

“I-I’m sorry to wake you up, sir, but…”

The poor girl blushed, clearly not knowing how to phrase her next thoughts.

“W-well, to be honest, sir…I think you’re having an allergic reaction. You were mumbling in your sleep, and, um…”

She motioned and Berk glanced down. He didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, but he could see why the poor girl had freaked out. His stomach was huge! It looked like he had swallowed a small pumpkin, his pec-moobs perched atop like prize melons. Rumbling gently, Berk tugged his shirt down to cover the hairy expanse of belly shoving out from it. It was a lost cause, though. He couldn’t even lower his arms due to how tight his shirt had gotten (and how massive his arms had swollen).

“Nah, that’s jus’ me, darlin’. Sorry to make a fuss.”

His gentle Southern accent made him pause, though. Had he…always…had that? Blinking hard, the question instantly forgotten, he refocused on the tiny worker.

“B-but sir! Your face…?”

Berk tilted his head, bringing out his phone camera quickly. His massive fingers struggled with the small device, but finally he got a look at himself. Sure enough, his mouth and nose looked puffy and swollen. Almost like his face was jutting out.

“Oh wow, you’re absolutely right! Ain’t got no allergies I know of, but I’ll take some Benadryl later. That satisfy ya?”

The girl blushed gently, nodding as she stared at Berk’s exposed belly.

“I ‘preciate it though, little lady. You have a good night now.”

Before she could reply, Berk lumbered to his room, eagerly finishing the last bite or two of his pecan pie. Flopping onto his bed, Berk sighed as his shirt blew apart at the shoulder. He was going through clothes like they owed him money! Ah well, that was a tomorrow problem. For now, sleep was creeping up on him again. Patting his imposing, hair-covered belly, Berk lumbered into the bathroom to examine his allergic reaction. See? The swelling was already gone. It had probably just been the lighting. Berk turned away, jaw popping and crunching as it jutted forward another inch. Sleep would make everything right as rain!

Grunting in discomfort, Berk gave up trying to salvage his shirt and just tore the thing right off, shreds of fabric fluttering to the ground as his shockingly strong biceps made short work of the confining apparel. The hair covering his pecs and belly had spread all over, shoulders thick and furry and his back itching as follicles poked up from it. Flopping into bed, the springs creaked their protest at the massive weight on top. Berk was big now, even if he didn’t realize it. He glanced out the window, smiling at his truck. The last stretch would begin in the morning, and he couldn’t wait for the drive! He was ready for tomorrow.

The morning brought sunlight, and Berk’s alarm brought a frightfully loud roar from the bed. A huge paw fumbled for the phone, a sausage-sized finger nearly shattering the screen as a claw flicked the sound off. A heavy chuff sounded as the ursine head rose from beneath the covers, fur matted and eyes bleary. Smacking his lips, Berk slowly rose from his bed, hardly noticing his head was just a foot or so from the ceiling. The bathroom mirror made him pause for a while, his brain registering something as very, very wrong. He poked and prodded his muzzle, bared his fangs, rubbed over his monstrously musclechubby body. Nope, no signs of allergies or anything unusual. Still the same big bad grizzly bear he’d always been!

The morning’s shower was strangely halting and stilted, as if Berk was trying to remember how to wash such a massive, densely-furred body. Shampoo for his hair, body wash for his fur? Shampoo for all of it? Did he need conditioner? Grumbling unhappily, waving a hand at the frou-frou nonsense of it all, Berk soaped up and called it a day. Toweling off, he cast a wary eye around his luggage. What was he going to wear? If yesterday had been any indicator, he was due for a wardrobe upgrade. But he couldn’t just stroll naked into Walmart; anthros like him could get away with skimpy clothes, especially ones his size…but there was a limit to that! Selecting a few choice items, Berk smiled confidently. That would work. The clerk on duty at the desk caught the massive wall of brown moving her way, unable to look away for a few moments. Breath catching, she inconspicuously leaned to her coworker.

“Did we admit any bears last night? Or…lately?”

The older woman glanced up, eyebrow-raising at the shirtless behemoth approaching the front desk. He was covered from the waist down, thank goodness. It almost looked like some very large shorts-turned-underwear covered by a plaid…was that a jacket? It certainly looked to be, two of them tied together to make an oddly charming lower garment. Without missing a beat, the experienced woman smiled and collected the card from the beast’s enormous hand.

“Hope you slept well, hun. Checking out?”

She eyed the room number, calling up the reservation. Everything seemed in proper order, but her coworker was right: she couldn’t recall seeing a man this size and shape come in last night! And she noticed all the big beefy customers.

“Sure am, ma’am. Slept like a rock. Much obliged.”

She made a half-joking mental note to see if… “Berk” had been messily devoured in the night by this goliath. Although he seemed pleasant enough, the epitome of good Southern geniality.

“Any time, hun. You have a nice day now.”

Berk certainly wasn’t about to leave without taking full advantage of the breakfast bar though! Loading up his plate with a startling amount of food, the massive bear almost gasped in delight as he saw a bottle of honey sitting by the pancake station. Oblivious to anything else, Berk grabbed the bottle like it was his own personal supply and sauntered to a table with his bounty in tow. Monstrous forkfuls were shoveled into the ursine’s mouth, the bear unable to resist the occasional squirt of golden goodness to sate his sweet tooth. He all but cleared out the ample trays of eggs and bacon before his belly rumbled its satiety, the huge brown beast patting his gut as he dragged his luggage to his truck. Just about every pair of eyes was on him, the onlookers gazing at him just as he had looked at a certain warthog mere days ago. But now Berk was the admiree instead of the admirer, and he relished in the feeling even if he wasn’t consciously aware of it.

The truck awaited him like an old friend, chrome gleaming in the bright morning sun. Berk inhaled deeply, running a paw over its shining surface. Climbing into the cab, Berk blinked in confusion at just how close the seat was to the steering wheel. Had someone else been in here…? No, it had probably just clicked into place as he had left last night. Adjusting the seat much farther back to slide his ample bulk into it, Berk sighed in delight as the engine rumbled to life. That was more like it! Pulling out of the motel, shirtless torso bouncing gently as the tires hit pavement, Berk rolled down his windows to welcome in the warm Southern air.

If his calculations were correct, he would reach his destination in Texas just after lunchtime; if his knowledge of Southern hospitality was right, his hosts would have a great big meal waiting for him! If he hadn’t just eaten, his stomach would have growled in anticipation. You couldn’t get any more Southern than Texas, which meant they’d probably have all the fixings for his hungry self: chicken and waffles, fresh biscuits, fried okra, mmmm and maybe some pecan cookies for dessert. Goodness, he had just eaten the motel out of business and here he was fantasizing about his next feast! Well, everyone should have expected the big bear to have a big appetite!

He drove in relative silence, the sounds of the road and his truck the only music he needed. He did have his go-to playlists of country music on demand, but he found he often enjoyed this better! His large arm rested on the edge of the window, the wind blowing pleasantly in his fur. A fluttering blue caught his eye suddenly, and Berk turned slightly to grab something tucked into the passenger seat. Holding up a large cap, Berk chuckled. The wind must have finally blown it into visibility.

“Now where’d ‘ju come from, lil’ guy?”

Adjusting it to its largest setting, Berk plopped the hat on. An odd sense of deja vu hit him as he began to glance in the rearview mirror. His furry hand gripped the wheel tighter to keep the truck straight as he inched closer to the glass. And then, all at once, a handsome bear trucker grinned back at him from the mirror. A full, happy belly laugh boomed from Berk as he caught his reflection.

“Shit, all I need now is some gawdamn flannel up top and I’d look jes’ like a real trucker burr!”

But a plaid shirt was not going to just appear like his new cap had. Ah, but they’d surely have a store near his drop-off point. Berk nodded in silent confirmation, more determined than ever to reach his destination.

A particularly long stretch of road pushed ahead of him, heat shimmering for miles down the line. Berk leaned back, sighing gently. As much as he loved driving and his truck, this was going to be a good hour or two of nothing. And although he always fancied himself a good hibernation, Berk wasn’t one to nap behind the wheel. Still, something odd was coaxing him. The truck rumbled affirmation beneath his large rear, as if encouraging him to do something. Berk grunted gently, squirting a long taste of honey into his mouth from the bottle in his cupholder. The truck vibrated hard, one last surprise billowing up from its mechanical bowels.

The last bout of growth pushing into Berk was an odd one. It wasn’t a gradual, all-over growth like his first had been, nor was it an intense focused pulse like the second. The residual energy in his system had turned him into the grizzly beast he saw in the mirror over the last 48 hours, but the truck had a few last gifts to give. The energy began to inch up through the seat as always, pooling in one particular place. Berk bit his lip, fidgeting in his seat as his groin began to tingle and throb. Grinding his lower body subconsciously, Berk seemed oblivious as his cock stretched and erected to its full length. Admittedly, his equipment seemed a bit meager for such a massive gentleman…but that was about to rectify itself.

Berk’s cock seemed to develop a mind of its own, pushing forward like a flower eager for sun. It strained at the apex as his tortured shorts gave way, cockhead aching as it flared helplessly. Just as it seemed like his dick would rip free from his groin, Berk’s cock suddenly lost all its firmness. No, more than that! Berk’s dick, just as it had surged forward, vacuumed backward, sucked against his groin like it was being yanked. As the head slapped against his crotch, it accumulated a layer of extra skin that collected and crumpled against the bear’s shaft. Berk’s cock quickly erected again, pushing even longer and harder than last time. But just as before, at its zenith the cock slammed backward, soft and limp to accumulate another layer of skin. Four…five…six times his cock did this, each time growing longer and thicker and gathering more material to work with. Finally, Berk could no longer resist. His hand traveled down to slide the new skin back and forth, the material stretching and settling to form a huge, hooded foreskin. Slick and heavy, the uncut protection rubbed the bear’s sensitive glans, making him bite his lip and moan in perverse delight.

But any onlooker would be able to tell: as mighty and impressive as Berk’s cock was, it was still human. It clashed with the rest of his body, and the truck knew it. Berk’s dick strained and pulsed one last time, stretching as far as it could as Berk was forced to grip the wheel with both hands to keep steady. His dick slammed back against his groin, all that extra skin suddenly smashed against his crotch. The foreskin his groin had just worked so hard to cultivate thickened and spread across the bear’s pelvis, cock slowly drawn back into the new cavern forming. Within just a few seconds, the foreskin grew furry and plump, rounding out to form an unmistakable sheath. It was huge, the size of a ripe cantaloupe, the lewd fluids inside soaking that human cock. But finally, something had to give. Berk gritted his teeth, arched his back, and humped as his new penis ejected like a piston. It was monstrous, over a foot long, plump and crimson and intimidating. It was vaguely humanoid, but possessed a thickness and slight misshapenness that was entirely animal. Berk’s tongue flopped out as he rubbed his cock lovingly, the steaming rod of masculinity gave an appreciative throb in his grip before slowly slurping back into his jiggling sheath.

His heavy, full balls jostled happily under him, requiring a bit more care in his seating arrangement. They were virile and proud, although not particularly obscene. Berk was a bear of finesse and patience, not brash horniness. He knew when to bide his time and when to lay on the Southern charm, and a pair of pumpkin-sized nuts would ruin that whole allure! And speaking of biding his time, Berk eyed the truck’s clock. He was making wonderful time; there had only been a handful of cars on the road. The truck pulsed again, willing him to let it take over. Berk knew he could trust the vehicle beneath him…it had never failed him before and it wouldn’t now. Slowly submitting, Berk felt himself enter a sort of trance. He was still alert, but it was like he was zoning out while the truck kept itself steady.

His eyes half-closing, Berk felt a fantasy slowly reassert itself. He felt himself grip the seat adjustment, intending to shift it back a bit to allow himself room. His new sheath and heavy balls bounced and wobbled, adding arousal to his stupor. In his mind’s eye, he pictured himself shifting the seat as far back as it could go, letting his belly grow so obese he could prop the wheel up with it and drive straight even though his body was at the back of the cab! He began to adjust his seat when a sudden thought jerked him back to full alertness. What had that lady said last night? He had been dreaming of that fantasy then, hadn’t he? And she had told him he had been growing all the while! Smirking at the ridiculousness of it, Berk settled back and relaxed. Well, by all means then, let the bear get some size! Berk slowly felt himself slip away, his body infusing with energy as his frame jostled and jiggled with each rumble of the truck: ka-thump, ka-thump, ka-thump, ka-thump…

It was just after 2 when Berk’s truck rolled into the lot. Berk yawned long and hard, rubbing the dashboard lovingly.

“That’s muh good girl. Hell of a trip, ya beaut. We’ll get ‘ju to a nice truck stop later.”

The elderly couple stepped outside of the main office, both otters smiling knowingly as the colossal bear lumbered out of his rig. The ursine’s nudity hardly bothered them; this was the South, and anthros here played by a different set of rules than those uptight Yanks back in the North! Still though, even if they had minded…there was little chance anyone would say anything to this monster. The duo have lived their whole lives among farm-strong and well-fed Southern boys, but this grizzly dwarfed all of them by a mile.

Berk was a good six inches taller than when he had left the motel, his nearly 7’-frame thundering with every step. That was due in large part to the obscenely massive body the bear was now hefting. Muscle and fat combined to form the broadest physique the otters had seen in all their years. Gargantuan shoulders, imposing and deceptively thick arms, a barrel chest, and that jutting, bulging, stunning belly! Tree trunk-thick legs and a powerful bubble butt completed the look, that pendulous sheath and balls letting everyone know just what the bear was packing. His handsome but fearsome face split into a grin, Berk’s ears flicking as he adjusted his cap, holding up a clipboard.

“Sir. Ma’am. Thanks fer takin’ the time to meet me. I’m Berk from the Company, and I reckon y’all got some hungry people in need of some feedin’!”

Berk went around back to yank open his cargo. He paused, vaguely remembering he’d needed to step up on something to grab the handle. Nonsense, he’d always needed to bend down! Revealing the huge stacks of non-perishables and serving equipment, Berk smiled toothily.

“Y’all jus’ sit back and let me do the liftin’. No need ta trouble yerselves.”

The otters nodded in thanks, letting the big man effortlessly lift massive boxes over each shoulder like a prize-winning strongman!

“We appreciate it, Berk. You must’a driven quite a ways!”

Berk nodded, his body seeming even more colossal the more he lifted.

“Ain’t no problem at all, not for muh truck n’ me.”

The otters smiled, the older lady scooching away inside.

“Well, we’re thankful anyway. Stockin’ a soup kitchen ain’t no easy feat, but folks like you make it all possible. You get paid all right?”

Berk laughed and nodded, finally dropping the last box into the loading area.

“A’ight, that should do it!”

His good manners prevented him from inviting himself in, but his ample belly sounded his need loud and clear. The old otter laughed, waving Berk in.

“Ain’t nobody drive all the way from up North without buildin’ up an appetite! Although, if ya don’t mind me saying, you don’t sound very New England.”

Berk opened his mouth, pausing.

“That’s…a mighty fine question, sir. I think the company is just in Pennsylvania. Born and raised down here in Texas!”

The otter nodded in understanding, smiling as his wife came bustling back out with some clothes.

“Ah! There we are. Hate to impose, but if you gon’ stay for lunch, we gotta ask you to suit up. Got some humans in there who get a mite nervous around anthros. Especially one as nude and gigantic as you!”

Berk looked down as if noticing his frighteningly bulky body for the first time, blushing a bit and shrugging.

“Ah, ‘pologies fer that. Ya get mighty comfy in yer truck, ‘specially in this heat! Hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk.”

Berk thanked the otter as he took the clothing. The jeans fit perfectly, but the shirt didn’t go on without a struggle. Grunting and huffing, Berk’s eyes suddenly lit up with an idea. Just as the old lady was about to offer to find a larger size, Berk flexed hard enough to snap-snap-snap the seams on the shoulders. Effortlessly tearing the sleeves off the plaid jacket, Berk made a makeshift vest out of the flannel, his meaty arms exposed for all to see. His belly jutting proudly from the fabric, Berk let the otters lead the way.

“Thankfully we had a Savannah delivery the other month…so we had some elephant-sized threads left over. Don’ get too many…er…well, jus’ how big are ya, Berk?”

Berk laughed, patting his massive tummy as he passed the gawking homeless. The slurping of soup and the munching of food stopped as everyone took in the giant in their midst. Berk soaked all their attention up like a fine wine, letting it jut his belly out even prouder.

“Last I checked, I was just about a 6XL, sir. I’m just under 500 pounds, and that don’t fit in anythin’ smaller!”

The otter whistled, inviting Berk into the back kitchen. Mrs. Otter happily hummed as she pulled out a vast array of foods. Holding up a finger, she winked.

“Don’t you tell none of them what I’m serving ya. This is for special guests only!”

Berk couldn’t stop the drool from pooling in his mouth as he took in the Southern comfort food laid out before him. Fried chicken, that golden-brown okra and biscuits he’d been hoping for, even some buttery mashed potatoes. With a hearty thanks, Berk dug into the feast. The otters watched him go, shocking quantities devoured in a heartbeat. It didn’t take long for the gentle giant to clear the table, patting his ample belly with a content slam!

“My compliments ta the chef! Here, lemme clean up fer ya.”

Mrs. Otter squeaked happily, moving to grab one last thing.

“Ain’t you a gentleman? Someone raised you right. When you’re all done, come sit with us fer a bit on the back deck. You deserve to sit a spell after yer hard work.”

Berk happily obliged, washing his dishes before lumbering onto a cozy little alcove outlooking a stunning view: a wide field, river just on the horizon, trees swaying in the wind.

“This place mus’ be a sight come sunset.”

The old otters nodded pridefully, inviting Berk to sit on the sturdiest chair they had. Mrs. Otter handed Berk a large bowl that made his heart soar.

“Well, I’ll be! Nanner puddin’! Ain’t had this in a coon’s age! Much obliged, ma’am.”

Scooping up happy mouthfuls, Berk grunted happily. The two otters sat hand-in-hand, casting the occasional eye back in their soup kitchen.

“So, Berk. You gonna head back to yer company all quick? Or can we persuade you to stay fer dinner?”

Berk smiled toothily, eying the sights as he felt the warm Southern breeze in his fur.

“Ya know? This is as nice a place as you can get. I think I might stick around fer a while, enjoy everythin’ Texas has to offer!”

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