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There are reasons factories are always behind enclosed gates. There are reasons that when people go inside, you don't see them for hours. My name's Roderick, and I discovered what those reasons were. To understand, though, you'll have to follow me back about 24 hours ago...

I was getting ready to head out for a walk one day. The breeze was relatively cool, and it was getting too stuffy to stay inside. I walked out onto my front lawn, locked my front door and started walking. I never really knew where I'd end up or how far I'd walk though, as I usually just walked in a straight line down the road until I felt like turning around. Each time, though, I'd go farther than the last time, in an effort to get myself to stay out longer each day.

After nearly an hour of walking, I reached the spot I'd stopped at the day before, which was, curiously, right in front of the factory that made some I favorite flavored whipped toppings. Usually, though, the gate was shut tight, so it surprised me seeing that it was wide open today. I couldn't help myself. I decided to step inside the gate, and walked queitly up to the actual building. It was massive. Upon further investigation of the building, I becan furthur stunned to see that the front door of the factory was also wide open. I had no idea why someone would just carelessly leave the factory open like this, but my curious side got the better of me and I walked inside anyway.

I looked around. Most of the machines seemed to run and operate on their own. A few of the machines were off, and i few were making whipped topping in these huge metal containters. I didn't see anyone around, so I padded over to one of the machines to get a closer look. Wow. I bet these containers could hold a ton of the whipped topping. They were definitely big enough. It was then I noticed a nozzle attached to the side of one of the containers. I assumed this had to be to dispense the topping into the plastic containers that were in the boxes beside it.

This, though, gave me a bit of a sneaky idea. I looked around again to make sure there was no one around and pressed the turned the nozzle on briefly to dispense some of the topping into my paw. Not a lot, but enough to give me a mouthful. Yum, it tasted delicious. Well, I figured a little more couldn't hurt. They had tons of it anyway. I grabbed a container out of the open boxes, and filled it about half way with some of the whipped topping. I then sat down on the floor, and began eating it. It was so light and fluffy... so good.

I don't know how long I sat there exactly, but by the time I was done, I'd eaten a good four or five containers of the delicious topping. It wasn't until I stood after the last little bit, though, that I realized I was not alone anymore. Standing about ten feet away from me was a black panther, who was looking at me curiously.

I fumbled with the container I had until I dropped it, spilling what was left of the container on the floor. I stammered to try and find my voice. "I.... uhh... I mean...."

The panther shook his head and walked up to me, bending over to pick up the container I'd dropped. He didn't say a word. Instead, he walked over to the steel container, filled the bowl again, walked back to me and shoved it into my paws. While I held it for him, unsure of what was going on, he started scooping the cream out with a spoon he'd pulled from his pocket. Then.... he started feeding me. He'd scoop up a spoonful, then shove it in my mouth. I'd have just about enough time to swallow before he shoved another spoonful in.

"Whaddar youdoin," I said, talking with my mouth full of the creamy topping.

The panther then finally spoke. "What's it look like? You're hungry, aren't you?"

I swallowed the mouthful of cream I had in my muzzle. "Well yeah, but... you're not angry I'm in here?"

The panther just laughed at me. "Nah... this factory's going out of business soon anyway. Might as well get rid of the merchandise. Name's Cameron, by the way." He offered his paw. I shook it, even though my paw was covered in whipped topping from the messy eating I was doing.

Cameron then proceed to feed me the rest of the container, then got an evil grin. I watched him walk to the front factory door, and shut it before walking back over to me. He then put me next to the nozzle on the metal container. "How'd you like to help me finish off the entire container?"

"You're joking, right?" I replied, in a rather sarcastic tone.

He just chuckled. "I'm sure a bear like you could hold it all. After all, aren't bears known for storing food during hibernation?"

My stomach rumbled in response to his question.

"Ha...." Cameron walked behind the container and grabbed what appeared to be some kind of hose. He attached one end of the hose to the nozzle on the metal container, and handed the other end to me. "Here... just like a straw."

I scratched my head. "What are you up to, anyway...."

"Eh.... maybe I want to get rid of the excess cream here... maybe I'm planning to distract you so I can run off.... Maybe I wanna see you get fatter. I dunno. But it doesn't matter, does it? I can tell ya like the stuff. Might as well let you have it."

I had to admit it. Something about Cameron's idea got me excited. I put the end of the hose in my muzzle, as Cameron walked over to the nuzzle, turning it on.

Within seconds, the cream flooded the hose, and my mouth filled with it. I took some in, gulped it down, took more in, gulped that down. This went on for a while. I could actually feel belly getting bigger. It tasted so good. I just kept gulping it down.

Cameron seemed to be enjoying watching me, but he had what I guess you'd call an 'evil' look in his eye as he watched me. I wanted to question it, but I really had no chance. Every time I tried to speak, the cream just filled my muzzle again.

For nearly twenty minutes, the panther filled me with the cream before finally turning off the flow. My belly had become the size of a large beach ball now. I couldn't help rubbing the paunch I now had. It actually felt pretty nice.

Cameron must have thought it looked good too, because he actually came over to me, and started rubbing furiously. "Betcha want some more, don't ya?"

"You really *are* tryin' to make me fatter..." I remarked. I could feel that Cameron's rubbing was starting to have an odd effect on me. I was actually getting hard. I'm not really sure if Cameron noticed that or not, because, about a second later, he led me over to another of the big steel containers, and sat me down again, fixing the hose to the nozzle on it, before giving me the other end.

"Ya want more, don't ya," he asked with an awkward grin.

"Naw, I'm puttin' the hose in my muzzle 'cuz I like the thing," I quipped back, putting the hose in my muzzle then.

Cameron turned on the flow at that point, and my muzzle was quickly flooded with cream. This one appeared to be strawberry-flavored, and, I had to admit, it tasted even better than that first batch. It became very quickly evident though that this container was actually completely full, because the flow just kept coming. Cameron still had the odd grin on his face, which remained there even as he walked up to me and started rubbing my belly again.

Maybe this cream wasn't near as 'light' as I thought. When he rubbed me then, I could actually feel him pushing against the large mound of fat that had developed. I was so focused on eating, that I hadn't noticed how much I'd actually had. Here it was, nearly an hour later, and my belly was so huge now, I couldn't see past ito my feet when I looked down. When he stood me up, I nearly fell back over as I tried to adjust to all the weight that was now packed on to my belly.

Cameron seemed to be enjoying it though. In fact, by that point he took my shirt off me. Good thing too, because it was starting to get a little tight, and I'm fairly sure I could hear the seams on it starting to rip anyway. He led me to another container. By then, he wasn't wasting time. He shoved the hose in my muzzle and turned on the flow again. This one tasted like blueberry. Mmmm. It took me another hour to get through all of it.

By then, I was so fat I couldn't get up under my own power, and, in trying to do so, I heard my pants rip. A couple seconds later, they fell off me, torn and ruined, leaving me now just in my underwear, though even that was heavily strained, as the elastic was even getting tight.

"Might as well take those off too. They're just gonna get in the way.... What's your name, by the way," he asked.

"Roderick," I slurred. "Though, honestly, 'Fatso' is probably appropriate at this point."

"Okay then, fatso..." he smirked at me. He reached up and pulled the elastic from my briefs down. I wanted to stop him, but, by now, I couldn't move quick enough.

I opened my mouth to attempt to stop him, but he didn't seem to care to hear it. Once he had my underwear off, he rolled me onto my stomach and started rubbing and groping my fat butt.

"What... are you doing," I asked, being slightly aroused from the rubbing.

"I got a thing for fatsos, alright?" Cameron told me. "And the bigger you got, the more I wanted ya, so, once I realized you couldn't move, I decided to go for it."

"Yeah well... thanks. That felt good..."

"How's *this* feel," Cameron asked. He rolled me onto my back again, and then stared heavily groping and playing with my belly. I didn't want to admit it, but I was getting very turned on by the attention I was getting.

"Pretty good, actually. Is there any more?"

He pointed at another container near it. "I think, being a bear, you might enjoy that one."

He then walked to it and fixed the hose to it. It showed me just how long the hose actually was, as it took the entire length of the hose to get it to reach me. I put the hose in my muzzle and gave him a thumbs-up. He turned the nozzle as the cream filled the hose. When it reached me, I started gulping it down. He was right. I did enjoy it. Honey flavor. Yeah, yeah, I know, typical of bears. I don't care. It was good. By the time I finished, I had ballooned out. I had to be at least three or four times the weight I was when I first entered.

When I had finished the container, Cameron walked back over to me. He was clearly about as turned on as I was by then. "Hey... Roderick... would ya mind if I did something to ya real quick."

"Wassat," I asked.

He actually stripped himself completely nude then, and climbed up on top of my belly. I could feel the panther as he started rubbing all over me belly. I heard him moan as he did.

"How's it feel," I asked.

"Ohh... feels good, fatso. Really good. You're so big and fat." He started rubbing my belly much more vigorously.

"Come on, Cameron. If you love all this fat, prove it. I'm not gonna just lay here all day, ya know." I made an attempt to get up then, finding myself unable to. "...though I suppose I can't exactly stop you, now can I?" I told him, rolling my eyes.

"It still feels wonderful."

"Yeah, well maybe you should just keep fattening me and see if it feels even better."

He grinned. "Well there are still several more containers to go through..."

"Then let's work on emptying them."

And that we did. One container after the next. I just ate and ate. I still have no idea why I never got full off of any of it, but it didn't matter. He wanted me fat. I wanted to be fatter by then too. I'm glad I decided to come in here...

THE END