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Before Bleo realized it, the entire room began to shake. He at first thought it was just his wobbling body, but as he watched the limited area before him moving as well, he realized the entire room was moving downwards. It felt like he was moving in an industrial elevator, the light beginning to fade out as he descended further and further. Lights around him flashed into view momentarily as he went down, making it hard to tell what exactly was happening. But soon, all movement ceased, leaving Bleo in a dimly lit, open area.

"Now," the lion spoke up, "I've got more pastries to make. Hope you enjoy what comes down here! You're gonna be a BIG help."

The lion made his way out of view, and Bleo could only assume he had left the area entirely. Machines continued to whir around Bleo, though it was hard to exactly make out what was happening at first in the dim light. But as he focused, he was able to make out figures around him. Large ball-like figures, with long tubes tapered to both ends. What even were those, he wondered?

Suddenly, he gaze was drawn away as another figure came into view. It was a small canid, a corgi, who was dressed in an apron and carried a clipboard.

"So, you're the next one, huh?" The corgi asked Bleo.

"What do you mean 'next one'?" Bleo was confused.

"Doesn't matter." The corgi ignored the follow-up question. "What does is what we need to do with you."

"A-and what might that be?" Bleo was concerned by all the obscurity.

"Well, first, we've got to make room in your body," the corgi was reading from a list on his clipboard, "then we need to fill you up a bit more, and finally we're gonna milk you. Rinse and repeat."

"Milk me?!" Bleo was starstruck. "But I'm a male! And besides, I'm not like a cow. How could you possibly milk me?"

"Well, you see," the corgi moved out of view, walking around to the back of Bleo, "those cookies you ate had a double property: They fattened you up, and they gave you a way to produce the fattening substance."

Bleo jolted as he felt paws grab at a foreign object attached near the bottom of his belly. If felt so strange, but the concept of milk clicked with him. He grew udders?! How did that happen?!

"The milk from lardballs like you coincidentally has a high fat content," the corgi continued, "so we just amped it up to a hundred and, well, you can see the results." Bleo felt the corgi pat his bloated stomach.

"But you say that like there's others like me." Bleo retorted.

"Oh yeah, there is." The corgi confirmed. "Just look around you."

Bleo looked back out at the silhouettes around him, and went wide-eyed when he realized what they were. Hundreds of other fattened furs, suckling on tubes uncontrollably and greedily. They also all had udders, of which suckers were attached and milking them. The sight left Bleo in awe, in disbelief of what he was witnessing.

But then, he smiled. He was smiling uncontrollably, giggling to himself as well. Just the thought of all this excited him. He was in heaven, a paradise of fattening goodness, and he couldn't wait to see what would happen.

The corgi reappeared before him. "Well somebody's happy."

Bleo couldn't control himself. "Why not? I can't wait to see what happens!"

"Well in that case, we should get started." The corgi's response caused Bleo's body to wobble with delight. "But before we can fill and milk you, we need to make some room."

"How so?" Bleo inquired.

"Mechanically." The corgi answered, before revealing a remote control from his apron pocket and pressing a button.

Suddenly, multiple robotic hands dropped into view. The corgi stepped away as the machines began to work. They massaged all over his body, sending ripples along his fattened self. They massaged all over him, his back, his tail, his arms, his legs, even his face. But mostly, the congregated around his belly, kneading and pushing into him. The Prilideoren moaned with pleasure, taking in the delightful touches.

Suddenly, he felt a tightening in his midsection, pushing its way up his throat. Before he could stop it, a burp forced out of him, massive and powerful beyond any other ones he ever experienced. Then, another, and another. The massaging was pushing out all built-up air that got trapped during his bloating. He couldn't quite enjoy the release before another burp would come up.

But that wasn't the only form of release coming his way. Bleo felt the hands grip at his lower regions and begin to stroke him. Waves of pleasure surged through him, only broken temporarily as a burp would push out of him. All the touching was pleasurable beyond belief, and the thought of what more was to come made Bleo lose it. He shot his load right then and there, unable to control himself as euphoria overtook him and he released.

Minutes passed as Bleo reveled in his release, the robotic hands moving away from massaging him to clean up the mess that he had made. The corgi came back into view then as well. "Ok, you should be quite ready now."

"Th-that... was amazing." Bleo panted through his words.

"Were not done just yet," the corgi corrected him, "but for what we're doing next, I'm not sure if you'll ever be done."

As Bleo came back down to Earth, he was able to understand what the corgi was saying, right as he felt something attach to his new appendage. He could only assume it was the suckers on his new udders, and his assumptions were confirmed as he watched a tube come into view of his face. It shoved its way into his awaiting mouth as he felt another tube shove into his back end. And then, he waited, eagerly watching the corgi below.

"Everything seems secured." The corgi looked over his clipboard before facing Bleo again. "You ready?"

Bleo simply nodded, and thus, the corgi pressed another button on his remote.

A flow began moving down the tubes and into Bleo. It was quick, almost too quick for Bleo to even figure out what was being pumped into him. But as he focused his taste buds, he understood that it was a liquified form of the cookie recipe. A mix of snickerdoodle and peanut butter with a hint of something sour-sweet. He moaned with delight as he indulged in the fattening substance. The effects automatically took effect, making his body expand with blubber. He got larger and larger, filling out the room around him. It felt so good, but also so tight. He felt like he wouldn't last much longer, as if he was going to pop from the filling.

And then, the suckers became active. A strange feeling Bleo could only associate with milking happened around the sucker's area of control. The milking seemed to release a lot of the pressure, taking out as much as the tubes put into him. As Bleo came to understand, the tubes would fill him with the special substance, that would turn into fatty milk, of which would get sucked out of him via the new udders he had, and the cycle would continue.

"Well, I'm gonna go check on the others." The corgi spoke up. "Be back sometime later to check up on you."

Bleo couldn't care less about the corgi leaving, he was too focused on filling himself. He so wanted this, enjoying every second of being simultaneously filled and milked. He sucked on the tube as much as he could manage, trying to get more of the substance out. If it was possible, he was going to try it. And that's how he wanted to stay. He didn't know if he was there for an hour, a day, or a year. To the blobby Prilideoren, it didn't matter. He just wanted to get bigger. Just get bigger. Bigger. Bigger. Bigger.