FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Graveyard shift – the loneliest part of the work day. The boss had long since gone home, the parking lot was devoid of vehicles, and only a few lights remained switched on to give the illusion of labourers keeping the place moving. The windows of the factory showed no signs of life inside, just various apparatuses extruding, chopping, baking, dipping, and sprinkling confections of all shapes and sizes. Not a soul was needed to operate any of the machinery at this time of night; should something go wrong, the problem would be dealt with come the following morning.

Which made it all the worse for the only employee still there. Kale was employed by the factory as a security guard, stationed well away from the action in a separate room on a different floor, bathed in the glow of a multitude of screens positioned in various hallways and workspaces, cameras placed in conspicuous locations so as to not draw any attention. There was a lot to be responsible for as he was the last line of defense in case something was to happen, but nothing ever did. His nights usually consisted of his eyes glazing over as he sat in front of the monitors for many consecutive hours until his shift ended in a yawn. He could only think of one word to describe his job.

Dull.

The alligator sighed as he watched the screens show the same things they did every night without change. “Another slow night…” The banality of his job often got to him. “Seriously. If they’re gonna make me watch cameras all night, they could at least leave me something to read.”

During times like this, his mind would wander to wherever it could get stimulus – the clock on the wall continuing to tick away the night, the creaking of his chair as he leaned back against the seat, or the groaning of the machinery on the floor below him; all of those were common means of passing the time.

His eyes still needed a distraction, however, and he felt no issue with letting his gaze roam as nothing on the screens commanded his attention. Minimal creases were found in his uniform, meaning that ironing his clothing actually had a purpose after all. The tag pinned to his shirt still read his name – Kale Laperton – with each letter in uppercase and polished so clean that it almost looked brand new. He knew those in charge of the place took great pride in appearance. Getting on the bad side of the people paying his salary wasn’t high on his list of things to do.

Though, he’d appreciate it if his employers would explain why he had to be the only one in the building at this time of night. He didn’t understand the secrecy regarding the place.

But just as he was about to settle into his regular routine, a quick burst of movement in his peripheral vision caught his eye. “The hell?” He immediately whipped his head to the appropriate monitor, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. What was that? Did he imagine something? Whatever that was could’ve been some sort of boredom-induced hallucination his brain concocted to keep him entertained, but the thought that something might be out on the factory floor excited him more than he expected. Finally, he got to get out of his seat!

Making his way to the factory floor made him realize that he could have a wander around whenever he wanted as it would break up the monotony of his tedious shifts. His legs were grateful for the chance to move around, as was the rest of him for the change in scenery.

With haste he navigated around the different machines, trying to remember which one he saw on the monitor until he stumbled across it in a darkened section of the room. Was he right in thinking something was amiss here? Shining his flashlight on the device showed nothing out of the ordinary. He didn’t like the prospect of discovering he got worked up for nothing, but every piece connected to the apparatus did exactly what it was meant to. Nothing had malfunctioned, either by accident or from outside interference, and it had him groan. “Figures. Everything’s the same. Like always. Of course nothing’d happen on my shift.” Just once he wanted to justify the role he played here.

It was only when he dejectedly swung his flashlight along the conveyor belt leading from the machine that he revealed his brain hadn’t been making things up. As boxes of baked goods made their way along the line to their eventual destination where they’d be packed up for transport, a few had gotten snagged on something and fell to the ground. His eyes lit up at the finding.

His first inclination was to check the cardboard for damage, which none of the boxes seemed to possess. The breath he held onto escaped his lungs. He’d never had to explain why some product didn’t make it to shipping before, and he was glad he didn’t have to start now. Placing the containers back on the conveyor belt in a way that didn’t interfere with the rest headed in the same direction was all he needed to do, and it had him ready to get back to his post after averting a potential crisis.

At least he would’ve until he noticed a single cupcake having fallen from a box. The rainbow-coloured treat sparkled in what little light was afforded by the dim artificial bulb a few metres away, but it shone brilliantly in the beam of his flashlight.

In spite of hitting the floor – he never understood how this place maintained such a high level of cleanliness – it looked no worse for wear, having landed wrapper-side down. The container it belonged to was long gone by then, and it had him wondering what to do.

Kale also wondered a lot about the goings-on of the factory, including the products. Perhaps one snack couldn’t hurt. He certainly didn’t want it to go to waste. “Aw, what the hell. One little treat won’t hurt nobody,” he said with a grin on his snout.

The bite-sized dessert flew into his mouth, being downed in a single gulp. His eyes lit up at the flavour. It of course was sweet, but not overly so to the point where he’d balk at having another one like so many other processed treats. He almost wished he had a second for later in his shift, but he reasoned one was enough.

It was time to get back to the security room anyway.

The trek back to his post was one he made every day upon starting his shift as that was the most direct path from the front door, but this time he felt off for some reason, and he couldn’t place why. His first thought was how this excursion was out of the norm for him. Usually he planted himself in front of the screens all night, so wandering around might just be his body’s way of saying to stop deviating from a standard bout of work.

The real reason, unbeknownst to him, was his body having gained a dozen pounds of fresh flab, a product of the cupcake he consumed without a second thought. Secrecy was the factory’s M.O., and there was no bigger secret to keep than what they put in their treats.

Each calorie churning in his gut turned into fat the second it was processed, whatever additive used in the creation of the dessert doing its job. His trim abdomen pooched out into a squishy belly, the sudden existence of adipose tissue stretching his top more than it ever did. His gut only kept growing, spurred on by the digesting snack, spreading that lard across his frame in a wave that slowed his motions the more he gained.

His arms, once lithe, now sported a layer of chub that weighed him down, the arm holes of his shirt growing snugger by the second. Bigger and bigger his limbs grew, matching his chest billowing outward with hefty flab he’d never had in his life. It wasn’t long before he started resembling the stereotypical look of a security guard with his new addition.

Below the belt was much of the same. His legs joined in on the fun by thickening into toneless pillars of lard that sagged with every step, piling on pounds by the millisecond. Soon his thighs chafed together as the pudge blimped them out. The growth seeped into his ass as well as each cheek ballooned into a mound that rubbed against the other, both expanding to the size of watermelons that stretched the material of his pants to their limit, the elastic of the waistband forming a thick crease along his doughy hips.

But he was far too singularly focused on getting back to work to even notice anything going on.

All that burgeoning lard eventually took its toll on his uniform, the seams coming apart to reveal chubby, green scales pushing through. Fat began to consume his physique. Each footfall he took up the stairs coincided with another wave of flab pulsing outward from his frame, increasing the morbidity of his obesity as if getting fat was his body’s purpose. “Hah, hah. I gotta do more active rounds in this place. Sittin’ around all night’s gonna turn me into a couch potato one of these days,” he said through heavy breaths as he continued his ascent. In his mind, he believed his lethargia was caused by his lack of physical activity while stationed in the security room. If only it were that simple.

And then his attire couldn’t take it anymore and burst apart, shreds of clothing falling unceremoniously to the metal steps like sweaty confetti as he trudged his way up, his laboured grunting masking the sounds of his clothing tearing to ribbons. While he still didn’t understand the strange sensation that had taken hold of his body, he at least appreciated not feeling as constricted. Kale let out an involuntary moan of relief as his extra poundage jiggled heavily upon being freed.

His embiggening chest hung off his body the more fatty tissue was pumped into it, his plump moobs resting on his overly obese gut, distending outward by the second. So much flesh piled onto his torso that it pushed against his nascent jowls, his cheeks bulging out as his chins multiplied, jawline completely absent. The size of his head more than tripled since he gobbled down the cupcake.

The biggest beneficiary across his body by far was his waistline, having bloated out wide enough to require more than two Xs on any future pants he planned on wearing. His legs now resembled two corpulent columns, each bigger in diameter than his trunk used to be mere moments ago, and only growing fatter as he neared his post. They greatly complemented the pair of pillowy beach balls he called his rump, sagging off his rear end as his considerably portly tail lazily hung off of them.

After much effort he made it back to the top of the stairs, the only obstacle left in his path being the doorway, but he conquered that without trying as he hadn’t swelled wide enough to warrant getting stuck. Not that he noticed he was even close to being wedged inside the entrance, of course.

The gator wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a moment to catch his breath. The warm glow of the panel of screens welcomed him back, his eyes already locked to the different points of view as he made his way over. It seemed his trip to the factory floor was the only thing that had happened that night as nothing else out of the ordinary appeared on the monitors. That pleased him immensely as he needed a break.

“Man, I feel so weird tonight. Ever since the walk back up it’s like this thing in my head’s been buggin’ me, but I don’t know why though. What’s goin’ on?” Kale absentmindedly stated, oblivious to the drastic changes his body had undergone. His fixation on the task at hand rendered him unaware of the fact that he’d more than quintupled his weight in the few minutes he needed to crawl his way back to his post, those chipmunk cheeks of his sticking out in his periphery not even registering in his brain. Even his voice has grown huskier from the added girth around his throat. Those jowls wobbled with each syllable that escaped his maw. All he wanted to do was do what he was paid to.

That didn’t stop him from unconsciously taking advantage of the added heft, however. His fattened hands found their way to his body without him being consciously aware of doing so, the sausage-like girth of his digits so grand that his knuckles had all but disappeared, especially as they sunk into his meaty belly. He fondled himself as his gaze moved from screen to screen, not comprehending how he’d grabbed onto a stomach that outweighed three regular-sized people.

One of his hands found its way to his cushiony ass, groping the heaps of flesh as it bunched through his fingers. The other migrated to a nipple the breadth of a pepperoni slice, letting it slip through his digits as he gently squeezed his fatty moob, teasing it with a claw.

None of that stimulation was going to waste. Each grab of his flesh sent ripples of pleasure to his loins, those too having enlarged from his unexpected growth. His cock throbbed to life as it slapped the underside of his blubbery belly, lengthening past what it was supposed to as it jutted out from his lardaceous pelvis, twitching from the euphoric bliss battering his body. His hands dug in deeper, unknowingly caressing his loose rolls as lascivious energy built up inside him. “Mph! Is it gettin’ hot in here or what?” He asked as a blush took over his corpulent cheeks.

His throat stifled a low moan as he kept up his progressively-less-subtle embrace of his flab, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. There wasn’t anything in the world that could get him to understand why he went from feeling odd to feeling fantastic, but he wasn’t about to complain.

His current shift beat every other one he’d ever taken at the factory by a wide margin.

Pressing into the edge of the security console, his overhang creased along his belly button, swallowing a few of the buttons as his focus deepened. The added stimulus beckoned his shaft to pulsate with ecstasy. While his eyes stayed glued to the screens, his bulky appendages redoubled their efforts. Each hand naturally reached for his erogenous zones, finding them far more sensitive than they used to be, his nervous system pummeled as a result. But he couldn’t stop; with his mind preoccupied, his body had free rein to play with itself.

It got to the point where his dick became the involuntary centre of his attention. The head dribbled out a couple rivulets of pre as he humped along his bloated stomach, the weight providing far more titillation than his hands could accomplish. That didn’t stop them from reaching down, however, as one slid carefully down his plush abdomen, a few fingers circling his belly button along the way.

An alarm screamed to life before he even got a chance to indulge in his heightened arousal for his newfound corpulence. Kale nearly jumped out of his skin as his eyes whipped to the flashing red light, a siren blaring out the speaker installed underneath it. “W-what’s goin' on this time!?” Yelled the portly gator trying to discover the source. He’d never been in this position before. His employer had mentioned that this could happen, but explained that it’d been ages since the last time it came on, so he had no reason to worry.

Now he did.

Immediately his attention jerked to the monitors, trying to figure out which one featured the problem. His fingers instinctively stretched to the buttons that switched the views around, cycling through them, hoping and praying he found the problem fast. While the job was boring, it was far too cushy of a gig to lose because of one incident.

But he found the issue after several panicked seconds of searching – a hose had come disconnected from its machine. A part of him felt a wave of relief wash over as his hunt didn’t last long, but an even bigger part of him realized how catastrophic any interruption in production could be. He didn’t want those in charge to find out product had been wasted on his watch!

Belying his well-padded form, he all but flew down the stairs to the main floor, hurriedly attempting to locate the sudden predicament like his life depended on it. He wheezed all the while, but he still managed a light jog, his fleshy rolls wobbling as he went. Every stomp of his chubby feat caused his moobs to jostle, his ass cheeks to collide with each other, and his pancake jowls to undulate.

It was while he cursed the dim light overhead that he recognized how he had no other means of illuminating his way to the machine in question. In his haste, he left his flashlight back in the security room, having dashed out the doorway without it. The thought occurred to him to go back and retrieve it to make his job easier, but he knew time was of the essence if he wanted to uncover both the reason for alarm as well as the aftermath.

He waddled on.

Ten minutes had gone by before he stumbled upon the device he was looking for, but at his advanced size it felt more like hours. He was a sweaty mess that needed a breather after running more than he had in a while.

But he couldn’t stop for long as the hose commanded his attention, or rather what was spewing from it. A large puddle of what appeared to be cream had formed right by where he stood. Right away he lost it, knowing how much of the stuff the factory used in making its products. He grabbed the hose and attempted to reattach it to the machine it came from, but no matter how hard he tried to get it to stay, it stayed disconnected. He discovered it had sheared from the coupling connecting it to the intake port of an apparatus filling donuts, meaning any attempt to fasten it up again was doomed to fail. And he only just remembered how he was never trained on how to shut off the operation of any machine in the factory.

His mind raced a mile a minute. Ideas bounced around in his brain as fast as he could come up with them, but nothing seemed good enough to try. The obvious solution would be to phone someone to help him with the dilemma, but in the time it would take to do that, there’d be an even bigger mess on his hands.

And then he came up with an idea, one right at the bottom of his list of things to try, but one that felt more and more reasonable as he mulled it over.

“Alright Kale ol’ boy. It’s finally time to step up.” With great confidence, he shoved the hose in his mouth.

Immediately the cream gushed down his greedy gullet. The moment it touched his taste buds he felt an incredible sense of euphoria envelop him. Oh, how it tasted amazing! It was light on his tongue, but rich in flavour, causing him to effortlessly swallow the silken fluid. He couldn’t even believe that this was the situation he found himself in, but a large, growing part of him enjoyed every second of it.

The instant that cream entered his furnace of a gut, it churned into fat that deposited itself all over his body. Without warning his rolls doubled in size, his scales stretching wider as the conveyor belt he stood in front of found itself increasingly buried under the growing weight of his abdomen, his belly button starting to look more cavernous with each gulp. He jiggled as the flow of cream kept pumping into his mouth, the calorie-rich foodstuff dissolving any stress he felt as his waistline continued to expand. He couldn’t stop himself from enjoying the experience, but there wasn’t a chance in hell he wanted to.

Untold litres of the stuff had gushed down his throat, causing his face to bloat thicker than it had been, his cheeks having grown bigger than his head used to be as they directed all of the delicious cream to his throat, his tongue savouring the complexity of the flavours mixed into the solution. The weight eventually got to him, leading to his engorged rump to crash to the tiled factory floor.

Bigger he grew, wider he expanded, all space around him becoming his. The walkways between each apparatus were more than large enough to allow groups of people to walk past one another, but they soon found themselves becoming occupied with a growing gator that had no means of slowing down. Each car-sized ass cheek had no choice but to consume whatever room they could to keep billowing outward.

The conveyor belt eventually found itself enshrouded in a wave of green lard, completely hidden from view as its fleshy prison kept swelling. So much adipose deposited itself across the line that it now touched both machines it connected to. His belly pressed against each device as the cream rounded him out, though soon it started creeping its way along the cool, metal exterior of the pieces of equipment, smothering them both as its unabated expansion progressed.

His body began to lose its shape as the hundreds of pounds of chub made him amorphous, his head starting to become enveloped in the multiple tires of lard surrounding it, only getting boosted by every gulp he took of the heavenly ambrosia coating the inside of his mouth. While not quite sunken in yet, his limbs were well on their way, each having packed on tons of blubber that kept them stationary. His impossibly doughy back rested on top of his mountainous rump, pressing against those mounds as they, in turn, pressed against a different machine in another assembly line, beginning the process of swaddling the extruder in a warm layer of fatty alligator. It also became lost in his fledgling ascension.

What was a path he took regularly now had a road block in the shape of a truck-sized reptile engorging himself on easily millions of calories all being funneled to his gut. Any attempt to stop himself from glutting on the sweetened cream was long behind him, now having no way of requesting help to shut the flow off as his limbs began to get beset by his incredible girth. Immobility was now his reality. All he could do was consume.

And he did with gusto.

Time stopped being something Kale paid attention to as he feasted on the foodstuff like a prize hog being fattened for the fair. How long had he been there? Minutes? Hours? It didn’t matter so long as his swollen cheeks bulged with the delightful cream. In his mind he was doing the factory a favour by ensuring the product wasn’t going to waste, instead going to his waist. He’d collect his thanks in the morning.

Until then, all he could do was rhythmically gulp the product down.

His belly spilled into the next aisle over, having totally engulfed the two machines next to him and working on more, touching two to his sides and two more in front. The ongoing avalanche of flab couldn’t be halted by any means, always encroaching on whatever it encountered, slowly, but surely, cloaking it in a blanket of plush lard that jumped by metres at a time the more cream he devoured.

As the rest of his body grew, so too did his junk. His cock pulsed with glee under the lake of stomach spilling forth from his trunk, having fattened well past the length of one of his limbs, nearly also reaching the same width. Those balls of his were much of the same, sloshing with seed in engorged nuts that couldn’t get enough of getting bigger, the stimulation coursing through him slamming into the pleasure centre of his brain. It was all the encouragement he needed to convince him to never let up swallowing the exquisite fluid.

The room consisted of many machines working in tandem to produce a multitude of baked goods to be shipped off to stores across the world, and already half of them had gotten engulfed in an ever-increasing number of his folds. Not that he knew that from touch alone as his focus was elsewhere. Production ceased as the exits of each apparatus became blocked by his growing gator gut, though their emergency shut-off mechanisms recognized there were stoppages preventing them from working and powered them down so as to not damage the delicate internal workings of each machine. Miraculously, in spite of Kale now tipping the scales at well over a few tons, his weight had no ill effect on any of the equipment.

With its flow never faltering for even a second, the hose wouldn’t stop surging its product into him for anything. He couldn’t see where it originated from, but he remembered from another worker once explaining to him that each hose containing a filling of some kind ran along the ceiling to the wall opposite where the different desserts were packed, connected through a special divider to tanks holding dozens of megalitres of whatever it was they were designed to transport, with each different foodstuff being held in several of the vessels as the factory needed vast quantities for the sake of constant production.

All that was to say he’d be guzzling down cream for quite some time.

His lardaceous form gradually cascaded further and further from his initial spot, overwhelming a rising number of machines with soft flab that his hands could now freely grope to his heart’s content. It wasn’t like they had much of a choice as they’d become surrounded by pillowy bulk that someone could get lost in. His digits sunk into whatever they grabbed hold of, his body barely registering the fondling as his folds layered on top of each other, fat pressing against fat as his lake of adipose slowly turned into an ocean.

There was an alert in his mind about a change in temperature somewhere behind him. He had no way of seeing, but his cheeks had made contact with something colder than the machinery that constantly ran, his first thought being that he made it to the wall. It must’ve been a cool night outside. His suspicions were confirmed as a similar sensation was felt somewhere in front of him, telling him his belly had gone the distance as well.

More and more he flooded the floor with his plush heft, his folds reaching into every nook and cranny they could find and filling them before moving onto the next empty space, replacing it with more of him than there ever used to be. It’d gotten to the point where he didn’t know where one part of him ended and another began.

Soon he came across more solid fixtures, recognizing them as the other walls of the rectangular room he’d parked himself in. Every device programmed to create some part of the various desserts the factory offered now resided under a thick layer of fatty gator tissue.

He was nowhere close to being finished.

With him hitting every wall, there was nowhere left for his avalanche of lard to go but up. Steadily his rolls inched upward, climbing up each wall simultaneously as his gulping hadn’t slowed for anything. The production room had been thoroughly deluged by an absolute tsunami of soft gator chub that relentlessly wanted all the space to itself, his skeletal structure stretching in all directions to better accommodate all the coming mass.

His folds blobbed along the surface of the walls, falling on themselves if they nudged too high without any support, though reaching the spot once more as all those calories continued to be consumed. Kale had completely lost himself in his ever-growing, shapeless form, his lips sealing themselves around the hose so as to not let even a single drop of delicious cream spill away from his mouth. His entire existence was fat, so much flesh bunching up around his head that it obscured part of his vision, blocking some of the light overhead. That didn’t matter as sucking down the filling didn’t require anything from him except his ravenous appetite.

His flab climbed along the many windows that were meant to let light shine through, now giving the outside world a front-row seat to the growing display of unrestrained corpulence inside, with him giving an ebullient groan as his tongue hadn’t tired of the taste of the cream. He had to hand it to the food scientists involved with its formulation because he hadn’t ever indulged in something this addicting to eat in his life. Whatever the recipe was, it was a winner in his books.

The growing tub of lard that was the alligator barely resembled one, now a green mound of undulating flesh fueled by greedily ingesting the smooth fluid as if it were a life-saving elixir. While his features were all but lost amidst the countless rolls sloshing around the room, his tool remained active even with being buried under tons of pudge. It’d taken on an unimaginable size, grander in magnitude than any of his limbs as the tip reached higher than any of the machines, while his smothered cum tanks roiled with the need to blow his load as they engorged on size like the rest of him did.

Eventually some part of him felt another boundary encroach on his expansion – the ceiling. All the space available was slowly becoming his, turning the room into a hose surrounded by so much obese flesh. Through his growing he failed to notice how his voluminous paunch had shut the doors to the adjacent rooms, the heavy steel slabs getting forced shut from his fatty assault, but the pressure applied on them from what had to have been hundreds of tons of gator blubber forced them to succumb and swing in the opposite direction of what they were designed to do.

His unstoppable onslaught now leaked into other parts of the factory, oozing along the floor like he was actively searching for more of an area to grow in. What was comfortably the most gigantic gut in all of recorded history had come across the vessels holding all the cream, able to discern which ones had been emptied and which had more to offer through touch alone. There were others holding different fillings that his stomach could make quick work of, but he was well past the point of finding a way to empty them. Not that he minded.

Another part of him felt up the automated packing machines currently wrapping what had been produced before he took over every assembly line, though some were inactive with a lack of goods to package. Soon they also felt the might of his lardaceous offensive, becoming inundated with scaly flab that caused them to also enter their emergency shut-off mode. That soon became another room for him to overrun with his gut.

But he didn’t even stop there. Places like the cafeteria, all the executives’ offices, and even his security room were slowly invaded, the doorways across the factory being crammed with waves of green adipose that began to fill every corner. He’d become a non-stop glutting machine, but so long as supply of the cream kept flowing, he wouldn’t be able to stop. There was no sense in giving it a rest right now.

If only he could get a true grip on the scope of his incomparable size. Every square inch of the building would soon belong to him, his insatiable appetite for the lush product sustaining his growth.

And yet, despite now taking up all the room in the factory, Kale hadn’t finished quaffing everything the hose could give him.

The brickwork that made up the exterior façade of the building had started bowing outward as the expanding gator’s doughy tonnage applied literal tons of pressure to the masonry. Not once had the thought of a growing blob knocking down the walls ever occurred to the builders who erected the structure, and yet that was the reality it now faced as each gulp he took stressed every surface all at once.

His immobile mass commanded more space than the factory could hold, the walls and ceiling curving around his bulk as they did what they could to maintain their durability while attempting to accommodate such an impossible being. There wasn’t any way for him to view this for himself as his back fat had rolled over top of his head and encompassed his face in blubber. The hose was the only thing keeping him connected to his place of work.

That was until the flow of cream began to peter.

Litres upon litres of the stuff had been pumped from their holding tanks to his voracious gullet, with him accepting every ounce with glee. All that came to an end as there was nothing left to consume, leading to the pump shutting down due to a lack of product, it being the final machine left running after his unyielding corpulence ceased all other operations. His mind had been awash in pleasure the whole time.

Completing his goal bathed Kale’s brain in well-earned dopamine. The euphoria raced across his flabby form, hitting every part of him faster than he could comprehend, though concentrated in his loins more than anywhere else. His cock throbbed from the sudden attention being thrown its way, and it let loose everything his fattened balls had been churning up as he painted the underside of his vast expanse of a gut a pearlescent white that he could feel but not see. His breathing had grown laboured as this was the most exercise he’d gotten since making it to the hose.

At last, he was at peace. Or he would have had there not been gas building up inside him after what felt like an eternity of swallowing the delicious foodstuff. In spite of the literal barrier of scaly flesh blocking his head, he let out the loudest belch he’d ever had that shook the factory to its foundation, his blubber wobbling and quaking all the while. Roughly a third of the windows surrounding him hit their resonant frequency within milliseconds, rattling from the burp before shattering to the asphalt parking lot below, allowing his paunch to extrude itself through the comparatively tiny openings.

But that was all Kale could manage. After downing what he would’ve considered a lifetime’s supply of cream, his body was spent, not even having the energy to keep his eyelids open in spite of the billions of calories he’d devoured. Sleep was but a few seconds away. While he drifted off to slumber his heavy breathing quivered his tremendous form, his folds convulsing and trembling, growing in intensity over time.

The zenith of this wobbling came upon sunup, with beams of light being cast onto any of the rolls having drooped through the windows. He was asleep the whole time, but his body acted as if it wasn’t, the entire thing shaking as if the victim of a localized earthquake.

All that shuddering culminated in his tons of flab heaving against itself like waves on the ocean before folding in across his blobby frame, easing the pressure from the walls. His lard crashed against all the rolls he’d accumulated from his binge, disappearing without a trace as if some outside force was suctioning it away. Slowly he shrank, loud, angry groans coming from his gut as his mass continued to wobble uncontrollably, deflating without a definitive reason as he relinquished space back to the building, his mass being forcibly pulled back to the epicentre of the factory-smothering blob that was his body.

His body kept compressing itself inward, the job becoming easier the less pudge there was to work with. The receding bulk of his back allowed his head to surface again, eyes shut the whole time as his features returned to him, his shape becoming much less amorphous the more the seconds ticked by.

From out of the pulsating mass of lard came a set of arms, rather dainty in appearance given the mountain of scaly flesh inundating everything, but visible nonetheless. His sausage fingers wiggled for the first time in a while as they rested on the landmass that was the rest of his body. Then his legs popped out of the mass of pillowy heft, looking less vestigial the more he shrank in spite of them giving propane tanks a run for their money.

Gradually he presented more and more bipedal as his fat condensed, his grotesquely thick tail riding the bucking waves his blubbery ass cheeks were providing. His size dwindling so much allowed his feet to once again make contact with the ground, signaling the compression his body was undergoing was coming to a close, and with him being fast asleep he didn’t even know it was happening.

By the time the factory was set to be opened, Kale was back to being his old self, relatively speaking of course. Gone was the skinny alligator he was at the beginning of his shift, now replaced with an absolute whale of a reptile still unconscious on the floor. He fit firmly within a walkway between the different assembly lines again, but only just.

Gravity weighing him down certainly didn’t help matters. Laying on his back had his many folds splayed outward, jutting from his torso in a display that made it seem like he was melting. His front was home to enormous moobs that hung from his chest like a pair of plump watermelons stuffed with adipose from his impromptu binge, as well as a gut the size of a trunk on a car, and likely with a similar amount of space. Both sets of limbs had become bloated with hundreds of pounds of lard filling them out, taking them from noodly extremities that justified his clothing being size Small to pillars rivaling the load-bearing columns from many structures of past civilizations still left standing.

The sun streaming through a window that withstood his incomparable onslaught of pudge smacked him right in the face, the light stimulating his eyes through the lids and causing him to stir. “Ugh… what happened?” Kale said with a groggy groan. He didn’t know where he was. He couldn’t recall anything before falling asleep. All he knew at that moment as his brain warmed up was that whatever he laid on was somewhat cold, and yet he felt very well insulated. “Wasn’t I inspectin’ something? Yeah, something was up with one of the hoses and—”

It then dawned on him how odd that was as he couldn’t sense any clothing covering his form. He couldn’t exactly fumble around to confirm as his arms felt like they weighed a ton each. The rest he managed to get was better than any he’d gotten in a while, but waking up was far harder than it had any right to be.

His first instinct to remedy the problem was to right himself, but the numbness that overtook his body made that seem impossible. He opted to roll over onto his front.

It was there that he met even greater opposition, not even able to shift onto his side without wheezing. Now his consciousness had fully returned to him.

“Woah! What in the world?!” He gasped at the discovery, eyes wide open as his brain made sense of his surroundings. A pair of fleshy mounds in his peripheral vision that weren’t there before had him wondering what their deal was, but upon grabbing them he realized immediately that they belonged to him, and were what his cheeks had become. A slight twinge of panic set over him until memories of the night before came flooding back into his mind. Of course his cheeks were huge, he’d been downing all that cream like the world was about to run out of it!

Only he remembered them being even bigger. A look down at himself – much harder now than he anticipated – revealed a body positively caked in fat, though far easier to manage than the immobile blob he’d been mere hours ago.

With concerted effort he rocked his corpulent frame back and forth until he rolled onto his side, giving him a straight path to flip onto his hands and knees. Even doing that had him out of breath, however, it wasn’t so much his added heft that was tiring him, but rather his still sleep-addled mind. From there it took all the strength he could muster to push himself to his feet. His centre of gravity had shifted dramatically, his hundreds of pounds of freshly deposited adipose tissue weighing him down far more than he was used to. Now in a better position, Kale grazed over as much of his corpulent features as he could. “Damn. I’m huge. Like, really fuckin’ fat and stuff.” Despite having gained more weight in a single night than what should be realistically possible, his tone was more unexpected surprise then abject shock.

But upon investigating the new sensation of ultra bulk, he realized he felt no worse for wear. Sure, he was far huffier than he was as a beanpole, but beyond that he couldn’t discern anything that felt off. He found that he could move all of his flabby limbs without hindrance. If anything, he’d even go as far to say that he felt even healthier than he did when his shift started. What amazed him was the memories of his chub overrunning the factory still felt fresh in both his mind and body, as if he experienced the fatty equivalent of muscle memory. Filling each room with his flab felt like something he could do again whenever he wanted. Admittedly, those thoughts titillated him. A smile started to creep across his chubby face.

His inspection led his hands to roam around his obese form, taking in the doughy sights as he relished in his new body. He got to grope his torso like he did before, only now he could view what his hands sank into, amazed at seeing a belly that spilled out that far. A thought jumped into mind which had him reaching around as best he could to grab hold of his ample rear, not able to see the magnitude of each cheek, but could squeeze enough of his glutes to know they both blimped bigger than a car tire. He cooed as his hands molded the mounds of ass fat like putty. “Mmmm. I didn’t think gettin’ all handsy was for me, but with a dumptruck like this…”

Caressing one of his biggest erogenous zones had him curious about another, his hands instinctively gliding across his fat to the area between his flabby legs. Instantly a deep, crimson blush overcame his face as traced a finger along a cock as thick as a person’s leg. A little more digging into his folds uncovered his balls, a set of swollen cum tanks that hung low from his pelvis. He couldn’t stop himself from being proud of that. He placed his hands on his squishy sides and looked down at his enhanced frame with a newfound sense of giddy. “Heh heh. I gotta say, this is actually pretty cool. I never thought bein’ a huge hunk of lard would be so exciting! I feel incredible! Kale Laperton, this has definitely been your most excitin’ shift by far!” He exclaimed with a hearty laugh that sent ripples from his jowls to the rest of him.

An errant glance at the wall alerted Kale to the fact that his shift had ended, his feet moving on their own as he made his way to the security room. Every footfall he took bounced his fat around, a pep in his step that caused his rolls to undulate. It swayed his plentiful posterior back and forth as momentum carried the weight. His chest bounded as he did, jumping into the air before being pulled down by gravity again, crashing into his monster of a belly apron and starting the cycle anew. His wobbly skipping suited the happy tune he whistled.

It was while he was heaving his way up the stairs that he recalled how his employers had mentioned to take care around the treats produced there. Now he knew what they were getting at.

Speaking of his boss, he wondered what the reaction to his new body would be like. He couldn’t wait to see it when he finally clocked out.