- Helping Out a Fat Trucker -

Content Notification: Kink (fat, weight gain, assistance with mobility issues, exertion, food), sex, affection, meat, dairy

Under the soft glow of the truck stop, a fair distance away from where their own semi was parked, a fat slime fox raises an arm and stuffs the first, big bite of a cheese sauce drenched hot dog into their muzzle. Some grease and cheese drips down their double chin as they eat with a blank, yet content, expression. They quickly devour the oversized tube of delicious meat, licking their pawfingers as it goes down. A burp escapes their muzzle as they reach around their enormous, flannel-wrapped overhang, trying to avoid placing more pressure against the horn of the steering wheel it’s squishing up on, to twist open the cap of their half-drunk two-liter of root beer. With the hiss, they bring it up to their greasy muzzle and begin chugging it down, aiming to finish off this bottle before digging into their next hot dog.

Six hot dogs and two two-liters later, they’ve finished their second dinner of the day, which is concluded by them loosening the top button of their flannel and letting out a long burp. With a contented sigh, they rest their head on the back of the seat. Their appetite is sated for now, but with their body growing more relaxed by the minute, their libido from earlier in the drive has returned in full throttle. Their cock wasn’t exactly hard, per se, but they could feel it trying and failing to reach more than half-mast, being surrounded by a near-engulfing amount fatpad and the weight of their belly. Their tight jeans certainly weren’t helping either. They were going to need help if they wanted to get off before getting back on the road. Well, all they could do for now was roll down the window and try to get some sleep.

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Shortly after beginning to doze off, they snort awake to a light knock on the driver’s side door. A short lady is standing outside with a seductive smile. She coos, “Need a companion for the night?” and with a sleepy chuckle, the trucker replies, “Yeah, I’m actually having a little problem I could use some help with.” They give their gut a hearty couple slaps before continuing, “It’s hard to reach down there at my weight.” She lifts her paw to her snout and gives a little chuckle in return. The trucker, while clearly confident in their size, asks rather sheepishly, “You wouldn’t mind digging it out, would you? I’m a lot fatter than you can see in this dim light. It’ll take some effort.” Her expression softens as she replies, “I do this all the time with folks your size. You’re in good paws.” She pauses for a moment before continuing, “Well...you’re actually a lot fatter than the other truckers I’ve serviced, but that’s no problem. You don’t have anything to worry about, handsome~” The fat trucker gives a solid belly-laugh. They feel their face heating up as they feel their cock trying to harden again. Through a little pant, they say, “I’ll get you your cash, then just come right on in.” They start digging under their belly to get at the wallet in their jeans pocket, before pausing to add, “Through the passenger door, I mean.” They give a little glance down at the overhang still pressing itself into the steering wheel before winking at the sex worker.

After some effort, the fat slime fox was able to give the sex worker her cash. She then made her way to the passenger door, but stopped after opening it. She's greeted with a pile of fast food bags, candy wrappers, soda bottles, energy drink cans, and whatever other trash resulted from what the slime fox was stuffing their belly with. The trucker quickly sees the problems. “Ope!” They lean their big body, to the groaning of the semi’s bench seat, and start pushing some of the garbage to the floor. They stop when they realize the floor is probably the only place the sex worker is going to be able to fit once they lift a leg up to the seat. They chuckle again and say, “I guess now you know how a trucker could get this fat, huh?” before shifting to a genuine tone to add, “Really sorry about the mess.” The sex worker just climbs in as best they can, moving some of the garbage to sit down, before replying, “Don’t worry about it, handsome~” After a moment, the trucker says, “Just let me know if you wanna stop or slow down, alright?” The sex worker replies, “Mhm. And the same goes for you, even if it’s just to catch your breath. I wanna make sure you’re feeling comfortable.” They reply with a grin, “I was actually just about to say that I’m probably gonna need breaks. Just trying to reach down there for too long gets me panting.” She chuckles, “I’ve serviced a lot of truckers who eat like you. Take as much time as you need.” She returns to a seductive expression and tone before cooing, “Ready?~” They give a nod.

She begins by asking the trucker to turn their body more towards hers, which they start doing until the slime fox pants out, “I’m gonna..huff...need some help..hff...” Their flanneled belly is spilling down to fill the void their spread thighs left, making it hard for them to move any further to their right. The sex worker begins by sliding her paws under the clothed mass of overhang and, with a grunt, lifting it to be level with the seat. Through her effort, she says, “Try...now…” The slime fox is facing her now, or at least their belly is. Through heavy breaths, they huff, “Gonna need to get that belt off and those pants down.” She rests her head on the trucker’s belly and hugs her arms around it before saying, “Need a break first?” The wheezing slime fox is able to get out a chuckle. They take five together.

“Alright. I’m gonna need you to try and unbuckle your belt for me. Can you still do that, handsome?” the sex worker asks with an arousal in her voice. The slime fox digs under their belly and unbuckles their belt, giving it some slack before beginning to pull down the back of their jeans and boxers. The sex worker follows along, tugging at the trucker’s jeans to try and free them from under their weight. After a minute, she says, “There we go. I think that cock of yours is out~” The trucker laughs and says, “That’s only my fatpad. Can you get under my belly and take a look?” She gives an enchanting smile and nods before stuffing her head under the soft, heavy embrace of the belly spilling out from the freshly untucked flannel. After some time, the slime fox eventually feels the sex workers breath against their fatpad, the tip of their buried member just barely beginning to stick out from its encasement of fat. The sex worker hears a muffled, “Yeah..huff...you found it..huff…” from the trucker as the tip of her muzzle wraps around the tip of their cock and begins digging in deeper. She quickly finds that she can’t go much further than the tip. She expects the fat, cock-bearing truckers she services to lose length, but it seems like this fat trucker’s cock is just a couple years from being genuinely buried. Maybe less, considering the food she saw. Regardless, she’s perfectly content to just work with their tip, and does what she can with her tongue to make it feel as if the slime fox were thrusting while just laying there. It takes less than a minute before she feels the trucker’s cum leaking into her muzzle and their cock begin to retreat back into their fat; she doesn’t hear them moan, just pant and wheeze, but she’s sure it felt real good for someone as pent up as them. She smiles and gives their fatpad’s hole a kiss, before digging herself back out from their overhang, and just sticking her muzzle into their belly fat while they catch their breath.

The trucker eventually pants, “That felt..hff...so good…” The sex worker just smiles up at them before climbing back up on the seat, pulling her body up the slime fox’s, cuddling in with her muzzle resting on one of the moobs contained tightly by their flannel, and reaching as far across their gut as she can. She coos, “Just keep eating the way you do, handsome. You’re gonna have quite the waistline in a couple years~” before kissing into the fat of their double chin. The slime fox chuckles and replies, “You can count on it.”

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– Slime Fox (they/them) 💙