Congratulations, you got a job to be sent out into space with the intention of getting scrap back! You were immediately put into your own personal spaceship with one other worker. All was going well as you had everything you need despite the ship being no bigger than an RV. You would enter as you saw the other employee, yet you were very much surprised by what you saw. They would be typing at the terminal and typing away as they viewed statistic. Their large belly would graze against the terminal, and their blubbery arm would jiggle with each motion. Everything about them was absurdly obese and flabby; everything from their ankles to their face is filled to the brim with squishy fat. Their ass would wobble as their orange suit was stretched thanks to their bulk. You took a few steps forward, pulling over the strap for the oxygen tank you haul. They’d finally notice, their face concealed by the helmet they wear. You both stood there awkwardly before they spoke up.

"Sup."

They then waddled over, causing the spaceship to shake and groan. Their belly, arms, thighs, and breasts would sway and jiggle, rippling like an ocean of blubber. Once they finally reached you after a minute, yet only seven steps, they’d extend their hand. Your body would be pressed against her humongous belly and sagging breasts. You shook their sausage-y hand, and they nodded as they pulled away.

"We have a status quota to fill. Think you’re up to the task? It’s nothing major that we can’t handle. We need to get the value of the items to be greater or equal to 120."

They proceeded to waddle back to the terminal, motioning for you to follow them. You reach the terminal as they started typing with their plump fingers.

"We’re going to Assurance. It’s how things are named around here. I’m hoping you’re at least prepared?"

They say, tilting their head as their large jowls and multiple chins jiggled.