Name: Michelle Reid Age:42 Weight: 800 trillion metric tons  Description: a very very immobile blobby woman who has long brunette which reaches her shoulders, green eyes, faint eye bags, two very enormous breasts that are bigger than her own body and they need their own two carts, a massive ass thats 500 mill ft wide, she is unable to move her arms at all as well as her legs therefore she needs 500 million carts 500x her size to hold her, its reinforced with the strongest materials to hold her body, she constantly drinks slop 24/7 while her feederbots feed her cakes, brownies, cookies, marshmallows, chocolate, burritos, sticks of butter drenched in grease and deep fried in lard, cream, paste, pizza and more foods. Her belly, ass, breasts, arms, legs, fupa and all her blubber all have cellulite, dimples and dark purple stretch marks Sexuality: proud bisexual and supports all of the LGBTQ Regular Calorie intake: 500 undecillion calories a day to keep her figure Pregnant with 800 decillion babies making her belly and breasts larger and larger Aspires to be a big blob bigger than she is now Loves to play games Her favourite games are  Sims 4 but she plays with mods on so she can make her sims fat asf,   stardew valley and uses mods to make the characters fat as hell including her own character  COD Any MMORPG  Loves Anime as well with her favs being: ●my blobby darling ●Naruto ●Lucky star  Net worth: 100 million nonillion dollars (keeps rising 24/7) gets paid 50 undecillion dollars a nano second making her bank account basically have infinite money. Flavours of slop she has created Double cheese burger, 500,000,0000 decillion calories Triple chocolate cake, 1 centillion calories Burgers and hotdogs, 9 trillion quintillion calories Choc chip cookie dough, 700 billion calories Cherry, 400 trillion calories Banana, 6000 quintillion calories Piggy Pink slop: 1000000 gazillion calories and multiple variants Piggy pink slop type Butt: makes only the butt gain weight Piggy pink slop type boob: only makes the boobs gain weight  There's many many many many more flavours of slop  Medical conditions:  ●heart is beating very very slowly at 14 BPM ●Blobby diabetes which give her uncontrollably loud wet sloppy farts, and a constant hunger for food ●Blobby cholesterol, gives her cholesterol in the quadrillions and makes it so one bit of exercise makes her wheeze uncontrollably and sweats rivers and oceans ●blobby lactose intolerance, because of her consumption of cream,  paste and other milk products due to her massive size she now has her own form of lactose intolerance making it so one drop of milk results in the most wet, sloppy, disgusting fart Machines she's created consist of: Feedertron 9 million, feeds her even when she isn't hungry Feeder carts, carts pulled by her feederbots that can carry nations worth of food The ultra blobby mobility scooter that can carry anyone of any size and gi 300 MPH Feederbots, tiny little droids that feed her when she does work Robot arms, arms which extend from the walls or her cart to do her work, play games or other stuff since she's immobile  Ultra feedertron mark 2, combines all the slop and feeds her so she gains way more than usual
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Hunting the Lil Feeding Devil
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Is Liposuction worth it?
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Attack of the Blob Men
[[Content includes feederism elements, force feeding, rapid weight gain, extreme weight gain, excessive fat, and strange aliens]] Luke woke up that morning before the sun had even risen, did his warm up exercises, showered, then ate a breakfast of egg whites and whole grain toast and watched the early morning news. There were reports of strange weather patterns all across Europe and Asia, thick purple clouds gathering over cities that baffled meteorologists. Luke did not pay it any real mind, turning off the tv. Then he put on his jacket and jogged the 10 miles to the gym. Luke’s workout was intense, it always was, and he spent much of it doing crunches and other core workouts. When he was ready to cool down, he got onto a stationary bike to pedal a couple miles and wind down. Even with the jog over to the gym and his lengthy workout, it was still before 7am, and he had another hour before his shift. Since he worked at the supermarket next door, he was not too concerned, he just
In a small town outside of Vegas there lived a young woman named Lily. At just 22 years old, she was known throughout the world as the stretchiest nymphomaniac to ever grace the earth. Lily's body possessed an extraordinary flexibility, allowing her to accommodate any size cock with ease. But Lily's insatiable desire for sexual pleasure knew no bounds. She yearned to set a new world record, one that would challenge even her own remarkable abilities. She dreamt of conquering the largest dildo ever created, a massive monstrosity that stood at a staggering 10 feet in length and 2 feet in width. Determined to achieve her goal, Lily dedicated herself to rigorous training and stretching exercises. She spent hours each day preparing her vagina for the colossal challenge that awaited her. With each passing day, her body grew more elastic, her pleasure threshold expanding beyond imagination. As fate would have it, the colossal dildo she sought was not a mere sex toy hidden away in a secret room. No, it was a grand spectacle, a public monument proudly displayed outside the headquarters of the renowned sex toy manufacturer. This enormous creation, aptly named "The Goliath," stood tall as a testament to human desire and the pursuit of sexual ecstasy. One fateful day, after months of intense preparation, Lily stood before The Goliath. The colossal dildo gleamed in the sunlight, its enormity taunting her, yet fueling her insatiable lust. With a mix of excitement and nervousness, she prepared to mount this mammoth phallus. Beside being a monument The Goliath was also fountain its waters lay dormant. This fountain, intricately designed to resemble a giant cock, was the source of a mysterious white, slimy fluid. Little did Lily know that this fluid would play a significant role in her ultimate satisfaction. As she positioned herself, her body quivering with anticipation, she set her welcoming lips atop the massive tip. She holds her breath and with a cringe she relaxed her vulva, with almost a full bottle of lube directly squirted into her the head entered with a loud squelching sound. Lily's eyes instantly rolled to the back of thier sockets and a deep moan she began bouncing in the air the only thing holding her now was her pussy on that bulbous head which you could clearly see bulging her canal, which looked like a basketball being pushed in and out. Some time passes and a maintenance worker appeared, the original plan was just to lube up Goliath and keep the pump off, but lily had a different idea. With lust in her eyes while perched on the monument she puts in the request to turn the pump on. His eyes widening at the sight before him. Lily's seductive smile and the temptation of an unforgettable experience convinced him to grant her request. Hesitant yet intrigued, he approached the fountain's controls. "Please," Lily pleaded, her voice dripping with desire. "Turn on the pump. Let me feel the full force of this monumental pleasure." With a mix of trepidation and arousal, the maintenance worker acquiesced. He reached for the controls and slowly activated the pump, unleashing the torrent of white, slimy fluid. The fountain sprang to life, its phallic head spewing forth the liquid of unimaginable pleasure. As the first drops of the cum-like substance entered Lily's womb, she felt an intense rush of pleasure coursing through her body. A feverish ecstasy washed over her, and her body began to swell, growing larger and larger with each passing second. Initially, her body expanded to the size of a yoga ball, her skin stretching to accommodate the influx of fluid. But the pleasure was far from over. Lily's body ballooned further, reaching the size of a giant beach ball, her moans of ecstasy echoing through the air. With every passing moment, her body continued to inflate, her skin stretched to its limits. The pressure inside her womb intensified, pushing against the colossal dildo lodged within her. Lily's feverish bucking only increased, her desire for more overwhelming her senses. And then, with a final, explosive surge of pleasure, the dildo slid all the way through her, emerging from her mouth. Lily found herself suspended mid-air, impaled by the massive dildo, and the cum-like substance oozing from both ends. Her body, now resembling a massive weather balloon, quivered with pleasure and satisfaction. The once-stretched nymphomaniac had achieved the unthinkable, pushing her body to its limits and beyond. She had set a new world record, one that would forever be etched in the annals of sexual history. As the cum-like substance continued to flow, Lily reveled in her triumph, her every desire fulfilled. The maintenance worker stared in awe and disbelief, realizing that he had been a witness to an unforgettable spectacle of pleasure and excess. And so, suspended in the air, her body swollen and glistening, Lily basked in the glory of her accomplishment, forever cementing her legacy as the world's most insatiable nymphomaniac and the conqueror of The Goliath.
It was a quiet day in town. Alex, a 16 year old boy with short brunette hair, green eyes was walking through town wearing a tank top and baggy pants, wandered through however while he wandered he saw this man holding a sign reading 'join piggys4life' the man was near a truck as well…. Alex being the curious mind he is, walked up to the man "yo… the hell is piggys4life?" A smile spreads across the man's face "why piggys4life is where we find anyone of any gender and take them to our facility, feed them every day, they get their own room, maids and get paid 500 million dollars a day for doing nothing!!" It sounded too good to be true…. 500 million a day for just doing nothing?... but Alex was also a cocky boy so being the fool they are he said "oh okay mr piggy…. Where do I sign?? I'll join this cult." "It's not a cult…" Alex then quickly shushed him "its a cult dude," signing the contract but however he didn't read the fine print at all which would become his undoing… the man smiles as he then leads Alex into the back of the truck "oh sir you will not regret this one big, I MEAN BIT!!" Locking the back of the truck with it quickly started to move as the man drove Alex all the way towards the feeding facility…. Once the truck was brought to a halt Alex was helped out of it by two other employees both being chubby women "my my hey young man…" "so kind of you to join us!" Speaking like the twins from the shining "it's no bother ladies… so uhh what's gonna happen to me…" fear was in his time as they brought him inside, once they brought him through he saw fat people all around in all different sizes and a door to a room which said 'piggy pen' as he looked through the glass window all he saw were naked men and women eating from a trough which had a pink slop… all of them guzzling it down like pigs…. Everyone in there was on all fours but with their blobby bodies being so big their fat lifted them off the floor…. Shit also surrounded them all with flies buzzing around the place. "Don't worry young man, that place isn't for you…. Yet." the women lead the boy to his room which was an enormous bed 500x his size, some 'slop dispensers' which all had various flavours ranging from their classic piggy pink all the way to things like chocolate, cinnamon, banana, orange, cherry, strawberry… it even had a calorie input which let you pick how many calories you would want… "Welcome Alex! To your very own room at piggys4life!!" Alex looks around the room with calmness which was just a facade "oh sweet… uhh ya know I thought I was signing up for uhhh…. a fitness programme!" Thinking of excuses to try and get himself out of this hell however one of the chubby employees brought out a picture of his signed contract and puts a magnifying glass over the fine print and it read 'once signed you can not leave the facility.' But as this was read another person entered the room and it was Alex's childhood friend Sammy who was a tall woman, 17, long black hair, wearing jeans and a t-shirt which had nirvana on it, bright blue eyes, freckles and a confused look "oh my god Sammy?" He instantly hugged her but then another person came into Alex's room it was his other best friend Noah who was a muscular 17 year old who had a red shirt on with shorts, short black spiky hair and grey eyes, all three were confused especially Alex whose room was only made for him but then the room extended in height and width, beds were rolled in as the employees stripepd them all naked with Alex covering his penis, Sammy covering her breasts and vagina however Noah was just confused still not even trying to cover himself "woow…. It's big…." An employee said blushing with the other lady slapping her to get her back to normal "snap out of it slut! Remember our job?" Then the employees help Sammy and Noah into bed, then both of them get Alex into bed. Then before they left they activated a button which made tubes lower from the ceiling "these are the feeding tubes, enjoy our patent pending piggy pink slop! its only got 500 trillion quintillion calories…." Smiling before they left and watching the three on cams, the tubes go into their mouths and pour the pink slop right down their throats with some leaking out of their mouths only to dribble onto their chins… moaning filled the room while they drank it all, their weight expanding rapidly as well with the employees and boss watching as they all went from their own disgusting small sizes to enormous blobs and whilst employees all over the facility watched some were mumbling to one another "oh imagine what they're gonna be like once they use our feeder toilets." All giggling with glee and going back to feeding the other members of Piggys4life, not even cleaning them at all….
This Story is one of my favorites of all time and I always thought there could have been some more added to it near the end so I added some more content to this great classic story. Thank you Dr Enlarge for your great works Water Weight By DrEnlarge "Don't even scratch her or she might still explode" copyright 1996 Bernie Thigpen waited patiently at the elevation train depot. In his hand he cradled the one thing that could make him a rich man: a plastic vial of Dehydrated Water. Bernie, a lanky 28 year old, had been working overtime on his doctorate thesis when he'd stumbled upon a way to condense and package water. One miscroscopic granule of what Bernie laughingly called "hard water" would rehydrate into a whole cup of the liquid stuff. All it took was one drop of water to set the chemical chain reaction into motion. Behind him, a really cute girl emerged from the end of the escalator. Her reddish-brown hair swayed gently in the afternoon breeze. Bernie turned and saw her 5' 1" figure walking in his direction, a purple fuzzy angora sweater cut low and short black skirt draped nicely over her cherub-like figure. Their eyes met briefly and Bernie looked away first, a small smile crossing his lips. He couldn't wait to be rich and famous. Then he'd be able to get any women he wanted, even the one standing right behind him now. The train began pulling into the station. Bernie stole glances at the girl behind him. How he'd wished for a bit of a spine. He'd longed for the day when he could just whirl around and say "hi" to any woman that struck his fancy. But his was not that day and he had to be content with keeping his mind on his job of delivering his invention to the patent office. With a woosh the doors opened and Bernie began to board the train. Now the problem with being too eager sometimes is that you forget your surroundings. Bernie realized this as he saw a flood of people exiting the doorway as he headed in. When the business man stuck Bernie's shoulder, his first instinct was to protect the vial. However, since it was already airborne, all he could do was curse as he got sideswiped by another commutor with a stroller. When the flow of people stopped, he began searching the ground for his vial. He spotted it just as he heard the door chime sound off. They were going to close! Quickly he leaned down to get it and his head bumped into the black skirt of the lady that was behind him. She was hurriedly trying to get around Bernie and into the train. Embarrassed, he continued reaching for the vial when he noticed it had been opened. Almost half of the contents were missing! Frantically he snatched up the cork that had been on the top and, placing it back in the vial, bolted for the door. His left leg caught the door just as it was closing and the doors retracted automatically to allow him to enter. Bernie wasted little time in assessing the damage done by his little run-in with rush hour traffic. A good portion of the dust-like substance was gone. Bernie looked back at the spot on the concrete where the vial had landed. There was a bit of the dust there, but hardly enough to account for the amount he'd lost. As the train began slowly to pull away, he wondered what would happen when the custodial personnel tried to mop that dirt up. As best as he could figure, with that amount they'd have a fairly large mess to contend with. As Bernie stood there watching the spot move away, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Startled, he spun around, half expecting to see one of the many vagrants that ride the transit looking for spare change for booze. Instead, he was face to face with the woman he'd collided with just moments before. Her face was stunning. A perfect button nose, two big eyes with just the right amount of makeup and chipmunk-cheeks that made anyone want to pinch them. "Excuse me," she began, "but do you have a Kleenex?" "Um ... no ... wait ... maybe," Bernie stammered, trying desperately to think of a cloth-like substance he might have on him that might substitute for a Kleenex. His hands frantically patted down every pocket he had, taking immediate stock of their contents just from the touch. He realized he had nothing that would work. Raising his eyes to meet hers, he couldn't believe he was missing an opportunity like this. From this day forward he swore never to leave the apartment without a hundred Kleenex stashed on him. "No ... I'm sorry, Miss ... I don't seem to have one," Bernie replied in a sad tone. She nodded and then shyly began to wipe something from her cleavage with her sleeve. Within seconds, though, she stopped and a puzzled look washed over her face. Bernie couldn't help but let his eyes be drawn towards where she was looking. Her ivory-white smallish breasts were being hopefully pushed together and up by what seemed to Bernie to be a push-up bra. The girl's faint cleavage bore a hint of make-up which seemed to vanish as he watched. Almost on cue, Bernie and the girl looked up and knew what each had been doing. Bernie got so embarrassed that he turned his head and thocked it against the support bar next to where he was standing. The girl covered herself and looked to see if anyone else had been watching her, blushing heavily. As Bernie's brain began to break through his embarrassment, he realised something. The dusty powder on the girl's chest could have been the hard water material. His eyes grew wide as this thought crossed his mind. He'd never contemplated human interaction with the powder yet! Its size would indeed allow it to pass through the skin into the body, but he'd never worried about it at the lab due to the fact he was always well protected. His mind raced as he looked back at the girl, this time with a look of fear adorning his face. The girl wasn't looking at Bernie or anyone else this time. She seemed to be studying her chest again and with a look of concern. Just as Bernie looked down to see what she was staring at, a lady on the overly-crowded train pushed in between them with her girth and blocked his view. Bernie quickly began to bob his head around, trying to see anything more of the girl, but it was in vain. Around to the left of his position, he saw a 40-ish businessman turn his head slightly in the girl's position, stare for a moment with a small grin, then return back to his paper. To Bernie's right a grunge-looking youth was staring in what could be the direction of the girl's figure. As he studied the youth, he could tell that the lad was becoming less obvious about what he was staring at and then noticed that he tapped his girlfriend on her tattooed shoulder and pointed in the girl's direction. Bernie looked back towards the businessman. His eyes were looking back in the girl's direction, but this time his grin was replaced with a look of disbelief. Something was happening behind the glacier of a woman that had oozed between him and the girl. Frantically, Bernie looked for a path around Mount Womanhood, but bodies were jammed in pretty tight and there seemed no polite way around. The train jolted for a brief second, tossing the behemoth backwards a bit. A passage of space opened for a moment and Bernie's heart stopped cold. The girl was standing there, looking panicky, her arms wrapped around her chest. Even so, the train's jolt was still reverberating in her now D-Cupped bosom. Her chest was bigger! Her eyes met his briefly before the landmass of flesh shifted back into her original sight-blocking position. Bernie stood very still, trying to think about what was happening. The powder had obviously landed on that poor woman's chest and due to its nature had sunk in. The growth meant that it was reacting with the water in her body, but thinking about how much reaction there would be made Bernie nervous. He tried to calculate the amount of hard water still in the vial compared to the amount he'd seen on the landing at the stop, but he couldn't comprehend just how much that left unaccounted. He stopped trying to figure it out when he heard the businessman talk. "Are you OK, ma'am?" the older gentleman asked shakily. His eyes were fixed at below eye level, Bernie noticed. He heard a reply, but it was too quiet to pick out the words. From the tone, however, he could tell it was the girl and she was frightened. Big Bertha finally noticed something other than the candy bar she was munching on and turned her head to observe the commotion. Once she saw what was going on, she backed up in surprise, much to the dismay of the people she crushed behind her. Bernie saw the opening and this time instead of looking through it he maneuvered into the spot. He didn't have much room, though, for the girl had seen the same opening and had taken a step forward to give her new self more room. Bernie stopped himself just before he collided with the girl's DD chest. His jaw dropped as he saw her milky-white breasts straining against her purple sweater, pulling the V-neck further away from her body and showing six inches of cleavage. Her dainty hands again cupped themselves around her new growth, trying vainly to contain and stop their further expansion. Long red nails on both hands were hard pressed against the full sweater, but Bernie instantly saw that her jugs were plump and her hands sunk deep into them. "What's going on?" the girl said to no one in particular. By now, all within sight of the girl were looking at the spectacle. Slowly her breasts were filling up her sweater to the breaking point. Bernie saw through the sides of her v-neck that her bra straps were loose. She must have busted her bra moments before. No way an B-cup bra could've stood up to those mounds. Her eyes were wide open and her cute little mouth was slack as she stared at what everyone else was staring at. Bernie watched the outside of her right breast to gauge how fast she was growing. As he stared, he actually saw her boob inflate wider and fuller, stretching her V-neck still further apart and further down. The sides of her tits were now far enough out that they were growing out past her arms which she still had across her ever-enlarging chest. By now, the whole train was crowding in, trying to see the girl that was getting bigger boobs by the second. The girl, giving up the vain attempt to cover herself by crossing her arms, slid her arms apart. Bernie heard the sweater strain even over the sound of the train. Her fingernails slid over her super-tight sweater as she released her boobs slowly from her hold, but she stopped short of fully dropping her arms. Now, she was cupping each breast with the same-sided hand, pulling them towards her body and in turn, out further. She could almost rest her arms on the bulk of her sideways growth. Her head popped up and scanned each face quickly for signs of help from anyone. "Oh, my God!" one man said quietly. Her chest continued to balloon. Tears were beginning under her arms. When the first one began, everyone looked, including the girl, towards the sound. Her face grimaced a bit. The sweater really looked tight on her now. Her midriff was now showing as her sweater's bottom had begun to crawl up her body towards the underside of her volleyball- sized boobs. Her little hands looked so small compared to her massing melons and they were moving outwards more and more. The bottom of her breasts was above her navel until she showed signs of fatigue and began letting them drop. They sagged slightly, just hiding her belly button, but Bernie could tell that they were getting tighter. One woman beside Bernie fainted, but no one cared. "I need help! Someone help me!" the girl cried, her grip on the front of her growing gazongas getting looser due to her ever-tightening skin. The business man was almost drooling as his glazed-over eyes soaked in every new inch of her. The grunge boy began to reach out his had to touch her boob when his girlfriend knocked his hand back. Bernie shook his head and came to his senses. He was responsible for this problem, he'd have to find a way to solve it before ... before something bad happened. Bernie cleared his throat and tried to quiet the croud. Even with everyone trying to back away from the girl's body, there wasn't much room left for her to grow without touching someone. As the crowd quietened, you could hear the staggered sound of her shirt ripping bit by bit down the side. Her big eyes looked hopefully towards his, almost tearfilled. "I know what's happening here," Bernie said. Everyone looked his way. As he opened his mouth to continue, he paused. What was he going to say next? He had no idea how to help this ballooning body stop. All he could do was try to figure out how much hard water had she absorbed. "Ma'am," he said to the straining face of the girl. "That dust that fell on you. How much was there?" "Oh, God, my breasts feel so big!" she grunted, almost pulling at her sweater. "Uh ... I don't remember. It covered my chest when I first looked down, but then," she drifted off, trying to arch her back a bit. Her breasts were really growing now, every jostle that the train caused was amplified by her bulbous front. It would have been worse except her tight top was still - barely - containing her. Cleavage was squeezing out of the V-neck so much that it looked like someone was baking bread and the dough was rising. From her sides more and more tit flesh was breaking through. Wouldn't be long before her sweater ruptured. Bernie could see the beginnings of blue veins in her skin. "Something is rushing into my boobs! God, I can feel them blowing up! Mister, you gotta stop them! I'm getting huge!" "Umm ..." Bernie thought. That much hard water could spell trouble for this young woman if she was right. He needed to get the water out that was in there before she got too big and exploded. Since the hard water was probably reacting with her milk glands, Bernie decided that she needed to give milk. But he didn't know how fast someone would be able to suckle her chest, surely not fast enough to stop her growth. RIP! The girl's sweater gave up and split down both sides. The front went limp and rested against her chest. It did little to conceal her mammoth mounds, even when she grabbed the bottom part and tried to stretch it to cover her distended nipples. Her areolae were as wide as a plate now and they looked very taut. She looked comical trying to cover her beachball-sized breasts. They took up her entire torso, spreading down to below her belt and out past her elbows. She gave up trying to gather herself from the side and stretched her arms over the center of both breasts, just barely reaching her life-saver-sized nipples. "Ok...everyone...she's going to get much bigger if we don't figure out a way to milk her fast!" Bernie shouted. "Does anyone here have any idea how we can do that?" "How big am I going to get?" the girl shouted, leaning back against the door now. She was really having a hard time standing now. "I'm too big as it is! Just look at me! I can't get any bigger, mister. My skin is getting so tight!" she pleaded, looking like she'd welcome it if someone just stuck her with a pin. "Why don't we just pop them?" someone suggested, reading the girl's mind. Bernie considered it before someone spoke up. "No, you can't. That little hole in her skin would probably let loose a torrent of ... whatever's blowing her up. I'm a doctor and although I've never seen this before," the old man said, pointing at the girl's tits still blowing up bigger and bigger," we can't just poke a hole in her side." "I'm going to pop soon anyway, I can feel it!" the girl shouted, gripping her teats with her fingernails. "If someone doesn't do something soon, I'm going to pop myself! I can't take this pressure ... it keeps coming into me, making my boobs heavier and heavier!" The doctor made his way to the front of the semi-circle around the girl and instructed two people on each side of the girl to grab her arms and keep her nails away from her tits. She fought them at first, sensing this might be her last chance to stop her growth, and began to slap her chest, clawing with her nails after each downstroke. Her colossal chest bounced angrily, but didn't blow. As they secured her arms, she slid to the floor, her chest reaching out past the hem of her skirt and almost up to her chin. She looked helplessly out at the people around her, the tattered purple sweater up around her neck like a bib with her engorged mammaries flowing out from under it. The floor must have been cold, because as soon as her tits hit the ground, her nipples stood out a good inch more, looking rock hard. The doctor stood in awe, as did the rest of the people around the girl. Her eyes darted from one breast to the other as they grew rounder and fuller. "My boobs! Look at my boobs!" she said hysterically. "They're not stopping! I'm too full! God, they're so tight! Please ... do something before they blow!" Thinking, the doctor looked like he'd had an idea just as the girl screamed and writhed on the ground, almost breaking loose from the two men holding her arms away from her billowing breasts. "Ahhh! I can feel something blowing them up faster! What's happening?" she screamed, looking directly at Bernie. "You! Look at my tits, they're growing faster!" Bernie indeed looked and saw that they were stretching wider and further from her body more quickly now. He didn't have the heart to tell her that with more liquid in her glands, the more the hard water would unfold and fill her tits. "Never mind that. We need to make her climax, now!" the doctor said directly. People were trying to back away ever further now, forcing others on the train to stand on seats or get pressed against the walls. The girl's breasts were very blue veined now and her white skin was stretched so tight it almost looked shiny. People around her that couldn't move any further were having their feet covered by her ever-expanding hooters. The girl moved her legs apart a bit underneath her tits, but they were so heavy and had almost reached past her knees now that she couldn't make them move far. "OK!" shouted the doctor. "You, ma'am. You're in front of her. You've got to get down there and make her climax now or she'll explode!" the doctor said, pointing at a model wanna-be teen. The model looked shocked and shook her head, but already people around her were pushing her down towards the girl's cleavage. "I'm not doing this!" the model shouted, her head almost bouncing into the girl's distended cleavage. "I'm not a lesbian!" "You don't have to be, just get her to cum! You're the only one who has a chance of reaching her ... use your hand!" Bernie touted in, looking on as he saw the model lie flat on her stomach. She shook her head again, but then began moving her right hand underneath the girl's cleavage. "Everyone who can, gently move back so we can seperate her cleavage a bit and let that girl reach her clit!" the doctor ordered. The crowd didn't move, they had nowhere to go. "OK, then, pull her breasts apart GENTLY, everyone who can," he commanded. Everyone that could reach into the center of weather balloon-sized bust began to slowly tug on the tight yet watery mass of boob flesh. "Stop ... you're going to make me pop! Oh, God, I'm growing more and more each time I breathe! I'm covering my feet almost! She's never going to reach me!" the girl panted. Bernie now could feel her tits against his legs and groin. They grew and grew, pressing into him tighter and tighter as they continued to wedge into the crowd around her. His cock was right above her huge nipple and he moved his legs apart so it could go right under his nuts. Her head disappeared as her massive boobs grew up against her human bra. The people holding her arms still continued to do so, but Bernie could only see that they were holding something and not her arms anymore. It wouldn't be long before her tits completely covered her head, and she knew it. "My God, look at my breasts! They're getting hard! I'm going to explode, I just know it! God, the skin near me has stopped stretching! I can feel my skin stretching faster around my nipples! Oh Jesus, this is what balloons do just before they pop! I'm getting ready to blow up! God, my tits are getting enormous!" she yelled. People began to panic. They were speeding towards the next stop with a girl about to explode on an electric train. No telling what that was going to do to the train itself. Bernie could feel that the girl was right, her nipple was pushing into him faster and faster, trying to lift him up. "Look out, she's going to blow!" someone yelled from the crowd. A small scream was let out, probably from the girl, Bernie thought. There seemed no hope for the poor blimp-chested girl. The model was dragged out from underneath the girl's boobs, her face red from the pressure. "Here, use this!" a voice said from behind Bernie. A mop was handed to him overhead. He quickly handed the tool to the model, who dropped again to the floor, just out of range of the girl's massing mountains. She began quickly working the mop down between her cleavage. "God, I'm growing faster! I'm blowing up like a water balloon!" the girl cried. She suddenly began gasping. "I think I found it!" the model cried, her head being slowly pushed back by the girl's quickening growth. Bernie saw the mass of mammaries before him start to shake. She was either responding to the mop handle or was about to burst. "Oh God, that hurts!" the girl cried, but she continued to groan. "God, I can feel it building inside me! I'm going to pop!" No one knew whether she was referring to her chest or the orgasm, but everyone held their breath. The model let out a grunt as she thrust the mop hard into the Boobs from Hell. A shrill scream came from the girl's direction. Bernie looked across her girl's impossibly large breasts, now eye-level to him. He could see the mass of her boobs quake and shiver. Everyone closed their eyes, thinking she was going to burst. But just then Bernie felt the log-like nipple still between his legs kick and jump. Yells of shock came from all around behind him. He felt something rushing through the skin of her nipple. She'd climaxed! "Don't be alarmed, she's just cycling the liquid out!" the doctor yelled. "Her nipples should be able to handle the strain of the outburst of liquid." Everyone sighed in relief, except for those getting soaked. Bernie smiled as the motion underneath his member continued. "So this is what the spin cycle feels like?" he murmured to himself. He felt water rush around his feet. This train was going to get wet, fast. "Someone hit the emergency lever and kill the power to the train!" a voice in the back yelled. There was a tinkle of glass and everyone felt the train slow. Bernie felt the huge breast infront of him as it slowly deflated. The girl was still moaning and shrieking: apparently she was still climaxing with all this activity going on in her body. Bernie felt the nipple recede and he relaxed his leg-grip on her teat. It flipped up past his groin and pounded his chest with a torrent of milk. He tried to hold his hands up against the stream, but that just diverted the spray into everyone else. He was going to get soaked, regardless. Over the loud spray, he heard the girl still belting out orgasmic shrieks. Then ... "Ohgod ohgod ohGod OhGOD!" the girl cried. "It's not stopping! I'm...uuhhhhh.." she cried between ecstasy-filled groans. "I still feel....*gasp*...feel it blowing ....uhhhh...blowing my tits up!" Bernie noticed right away that her huge nipple and shiny areola, distorted so much that it was the size of a trash can lid and barely noticeable, was indeed not receding anymore. The milk still rushed from her bottle-sized nipples, but the hard water inside her system must still be unfolding converting to milk, and at an increased rate. She was still growing. "UHHH...I'm coming....Ohhh..I'm coming too much," she strained. "I'm going to pass out! God, uhhhhh ... why am I not bursting?!?" The girl's boobs swelled dangerously bigger. They had again reached the point at which they had previously stopped growing, and passed it. Bernie could almost see the point the girl had made about her breast flesh. Near the top, he could see her boobs stop growing upwards at a staggering rate, and start growing forward. In mere moments the leading edge of that growth would reach her areola, then her nipples. He felt her cool, slick skin press against his arms and her fountaining nipple buried itself in his chest. "Oh, God, I'm clogging her nipple!" a man said from Bernie's left. Just then, Bernie's milk-flow stopped as her nipple bent up against his chest and grew up towards his chin. "Mine too!" Bernie yelled. "Someone behind me move!" But no one could. With a cataclysmic yell, the girl screamed and her breasts heaved forward, no longer being drained by her nipples. Bernie watched in horror as the odd growth pattern on her breast grew directly towards her areola. As soon as it reached it, it began puffing it outward rapidly. "OH GOD! MY TITS!" the girl bellowed. "THEY'RE EXPLODING!" Bernie felt her nipple thrust into his chest more and more, getting harder every second. Her areola swelled so fast it struck him in the head like a punch. He could hear her skin squeak as it filled to the breaking point. "SOMEONE HELP!" the girl moaned. "I WANT TO POP! THEY'RE GROWING OVER MY HEAD! OH ... OH..OH.OH!" she screamed and Bernie could hear someone slapping on them as the sound carried inside her liquid filled tits. She completely filled this end of the train, her breasts mashed against the ceiling. Bernie suddenly felt the nipple try to straighten out. The growth had reached the nipple. She could grow no more. "I'M GOING TO BURST!!!" she yelled, slightly muffled by her skin, Bernie figured. He closed his eyes, not knowing what to expect next. Then, all at once, the pressure that had been crushing him stopped. He felt her nipple quiver against his body and under his chin, but no more growth happened. Meanwhile the other nipple slipped by the other passengers the growing breast clearing a path pressing one passenger after the other against the walls.  A thick busty passenger was trying to make her way through the crowd away from the growing breast as it was gaining steam not far behind as it found its new found freedom.  The busty passenger reached the back of the train car frantically trying to open the door, but it would not open because the power was off on the train.  She was in such a panic she failed to see the emergency release lever so she grabbed a fire extinguisher and attempted to brake out the small window on the door.  The glass was shatter resistant but with enough hits the whole window was knocked free from the seals.  The window was fairly small and at chest level.  She started to attempt to climb out the window,  she was barely able to squeeze her large bosom through the opening but there was one more obstacle.  Not only was the woman blessed up top, she also was sporting some beautifully wide hips which prevented the rest of her body out of the train.  As the breast was surging toward the woman,  the nipple seemed to be on a mission.  The throbbing rod was approaching its destination,  there was a tunnel under a plaid miniskirt that the nipple was pointing right at.  As the woman struggled she felt a pressure on her nether regions, harder and harder until...there was a scream from the trapped woman, the thick long rod that protracted just entered the stuck woman.  She couldn't believe what just happened but she also was oddly turned on the warm pulsating member throbbed as the breast ran out of room to grow. The penetrated woman felt another odd sensation, it felt like her snatch was rhythmically contracting, but the opposite of that was actually the truth. With each throb the nipple was growing and growing, stretching and widening. Suddenly there was a tremor from the train sized orb, with a scream of extacy the nipple began erupting inside its vessel. The trapped woman looked down to see her once soft flat belly start to fill out with a bump, as the pressure continued it changed to a belly, then she looked like a large beach ball was shoved and fully inflated into her womb.  Another passenger seen the commotion and attempted to stop the invading member,  they grabbed onto the breast with both hands barely able to get a firm grip on the taut skin.  A wet sloppy noise could be heard as it popped free from her Womanhood, but almost as fast as it came out the grip on the massive tit was lost and rammed back into the filled woman again.  The feeling was different this time, it was in her ass.  All of the squeezing and groping triggered another orgasm from the colossal breasted woman,  which triggered the nipples to spray like fire hoses into the trapped woman again. As her size now multiplied by the seconds, her belly surged and she tried screaming but as she opened her mouth milk started fountaining from it.  A fire truck with rescue workers was approaching the rear of the train, the jet streaming out of her mouth Aimed right at the oncoming vehicle with so much force it blew the windshield right into the driver, knocking him unconscious.  The truck still had enough momentum that it hit the front of the milk filled balloon woman.  After she felt the mild collision she looked foreword to see that the flow of milk had ceased spraying from her mouth. There right in front of her, the nozzle mounted to the roof of the truck was wedged in her mouth Stopping the flow of milk.  The other rescue workers exit the vehicle in a panic, and in that panic the switch for the pump was turned on.  Suddenly she felt pressure at both ends, almost instantly her body became round. 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 feet in diameter and just as fast as it started, the growth stopped.  Suddenly dark stretch marks were appearing, darker and longer she was at her limit.  Even that stopped the truck ran out of water and the breast stopped spurting milk.  She lay there in shock as her body was literally at its limit.  The massive breasted woman shifted slightly and the mop handle just barely grazed her clittoris causing a mini orgasm which sent 1 last gallon of milk into the overtaxed container.  With a muffled scream her flesh tore open like a zipper sending thousands of gallons of milky water to the ground. People against the girl's breast rustled and Bernie heard muffled voices carried through her chest. The hard water had stopped unfolding. "Everyone stay still," the doctor ordered. "She's highly unstable. Don't even scratch her or she might still explode!" Everyone stopped moving, waiting for something to happen. "JUST DO IT!" the girl yelled, but Bernie could hardly hear her. From behind him, Bernie felt the rush of air. Emergency crews had managed to open the doors. They were sorry they did. The girl's breasts felt the chance for advancement and pushed everyone out the door that they could, trapping some just beside the doorway. The crew outside, having just been knocked over by a push of ten people or so, looked back at the doorway to see two huge areolae and nipples thrusting themselves out the doorway, filling it entirely. Bernie, trapped beside the door by her breast, was happy not to have her nipple under his chin anymore. "Jesus!" one of the workers commented. They just stood and looked at the sight. Just then, a shriek came from the other side of the car. The girl was coming again. Everyone on the track moved as her nipples pulsed forward a bit and began to jet water again. Over the next thirty minutes, she almost passed out twice from her constant orgasms, but people on the other side of the track kept her awake with smelling salts. By the time she was down to a manageable side, the entire track was flooded and clean-up crews were arriving on the scene. Bernie walked over to her side as they picked her up after her final waking orgasm. She still had basket-ball sided hooters, but she was still coming in her sleep and they continued to spurt water to the tune of her rapid heart rate. An exhausted smile was melted on her face and the paramedics strapped her into the gurney and placed her in the ambulance. The doctor came up beside Bernie and looked on. "She'll be fine. She'll have stretchmarks from hell, but she's be fine. What I want to know is, how did you do that to her?" "It's a long story, and I'm soaked. Get the story from the police after they grill me, OK? Thanks for your help in saving her," Bernie said, exhausted. He walked towards the beckoning officer on the side of the tracks. As he did, his vial fell from his pocket, noticed only by the doctor. Bending down to tie his shoe, the doctor retrieved the vial. With a quick grin, he proceeded towards the ambulance.
Present Mic looked at the building again, its derelict walls moved with every passing wind, he was hungry but he tried his best to ignore his stomach and focus on patrol. He looked at the lights all around him. He was alone he chose to be alone because he wanted to be taken seriously. "Well no villains, tonight I should head home," Present Mic said. "Are you sure?" came a voice from beside him. "Who are you?" Present Mic asked. The women smiled and let out a high-pitched cackle. She came out from the dark revealing her form to him. She revealed he hand they were like stingers, her red dress exposed her porcelain flesh. She lunged a stinger at the hero. "I am called the mistress of gluttony care to find out why" The woman lunged again and again at the voice hero. Present Mic dodged best he could, slowly becoming exhausted. Finally, the woman nailed him in the arm. "What did you do" Present Mic heard his belly gurgle leading to a long 'PHRRRRRRRRRRMMMMP' of fart from his rear. He groped his growing belly feeling it fill up with more and more of whatever it was causing him to have gas. "Oh my you are a cute one you will make a great pig slave, your belly is getting quite round," The Mistress said with a cackle she came closer to him and breathed in the musk of his fart.  "What did you BWOOOOOOORRRRRP do" Present Mic belched feeling a strange feeling of satisfaction, and trying to ignore it. "Well, my stingers are enlaced with an agent that can make even the simplest of heroes grow to be filled with numerous amounts of ice cream" The mistress cackle caressing his forming moobs. Present Mic grunted letting out a reverberating fart from his rear. Ice cream crept out from his mouth in little drool strands. He was beginning to lose himself to this new feeling. "N-No...I...I...a-am....a....h-he...URRRRRRP" Present Mic moaned after burping feeling his mind erase everything but act like a fat, and gassy pig. "That's it pig it's okay to let go," The mistress said with a smile. Present Mic let out a long sputter of a fart. Present Mic looks at his distended midsection, had it finally stopped growing, but he wanted to be huge and serve The Mistress. "Me want be fatter," He said letting out a loud 'BRRRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPP' of a fart from his rear. "Awww you will be fed soon don't worry" The Mistress rubbed his belly making him oink with glee. The Mistress pressed her stinger into his plump shoulder. Present Mic groans filling stretch marks form on his hanging gut, feeling his pants rip at the seams to reveal doughy flesh. Present Mic let out several puffs of gas from his rear and mouth as more and more ice cream filled him up his shirt already shreds, and his pants not far behind. "You're becoming such a good pig"  "oink oink" 'BRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP'. "let's continue to feel that belly of yours".
How did you DO that?! by TheGuyWhoDidAThing, literature
Literature
How did you DO that?!
if you need to skip my very important philosophy/bloviation, skip to the TL;DR THE PROCESS So, almost daily I get questions in my inbox or comments on the images I post: What's your prompt? Catbox the file so I can read the metadata! What LoRA is this? and so on. I hate to break it to you, but even if I gave you the exact prompt, checkpoint, LoRAs involved, and the seed, you're simply not going to get the same result. It'll be in the same ballpark, but it just won't have the same level of detail these images have. Don't worry, I'm not on a high horse here. I've written this post to explain my process in detail so you too can get the same kind of results! But before we begin, please read the following statement like 20 times: THE PROMPT IS NOT IMPORTANT. THE PROMPT WILL NOT GIVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU NEED. Obviously that's a pretty hyperbolic statement. And it's not entirely true, but I'm trying to make a point here. Everywhere I go for discourse on image generation, I see this
Halloween at the Abandoned Factory by Blissfits, literature
Literature
Halloween at the Abandoned Factory
You where warned a thousand times. By family , by friends, by any stranger that knew of your foolish goal. Don’t go to the abandoned factory at the deepest point of the valley. It didn’t matter how many people told you though, you where feeling fearless. You wanted to prove to everyone it was just one big ghost story , just a bunch of superstitious hooey spread around by morons. Just to show everyone how truly committed you where , you went to the factory as the witching hour of Halloween night began. The cold autumn air bit at your exposed cheeks, the rest of you covered in a thick warm layer of clothes. The walk ahead of you was long, as no buses or trains went anywhere near the factory and no taxi would dare even enter the old industrial district. So , walking it was. You didn’t mind, walking past all the homes lit up with Halloween lights , spooky decorations and now empty bowls of candy. Only a few trick or treaters speckled the street at such a late hour, with a lot more of the foot traffic being adults returning from Halloween parties. Many of those parties still raged on as you walked past. You almost wish you was heading into one of those instead, but someone had to prove everyone wrong and that was going to be you. It had to be! Your resolve did take a bit of a knock as you hit the old industrial district. No one else dared go in , so it had fallen into a horrid state of disrepair over the last fifty years. It looked like rot creeping over the town, only getting worse with time. just to be sure you had brought a few things to ensure your safety. A med kit , a head mounted lamp and pepper spray to protect yourself. You didn’t imagine you’d see anyone though. Even those with no where else to go would dare step foot within the abandoned buildings of the old industrial district, not even during the rainy season where great storms rage through. They would rather risk the natural elements than the supernatural myths surrounding the grounds. Yet, you high on your own hype, walk through heading straight for the grim centre of the rot. You look around at the history and it does make you feel a little sad. Fifty odd years ago the factory , once known for the most fantastical candy the world had ever seen , had shut down to a series of accidents on its first tour. No body knew exactly happened on the tour. After it shut down , the once vibrant candy man was never seen again. Without him and his factory, the whole town took a massive economic hit. Especially as the rest of the businesses began relocating , no longer drawn in by the big factory. But that was long before your time. your parents would talk about the incredible candy they used to have. You smirk to yourself thinking that you would get them a souvenir from the depths of the factory. Something that would also be evidence of your victorious journey. Reaching the gates of the factory, you was stunned by the scale of it. All your life you could see it at the bottom of the valley. From your home it looked so small but now you where standing before it , you shuddered. Even if it was day , you would be buried in the darkness of its shadow. But it was the darkest hours of the night. Your meek head lamp couldn’t stretch its light to encompass even a small portion of the full thing. Something that concerned you is that as far as you could see , there wasn’t a single window. Meant you’d have to leave out the same way you came in, or a side exit if there was one. The gates where rusted , with only scraps of what appeared to be gold left upon the bars. Thankfully you had worn thick , resistant gloves just in case. You push them open with great effort. They where rusted in the hinges and the gate was already heavy. However with a kick and a shove, you made a gap just big enough to slip yourself through. You was now in the factory grounds if not in the building proper. The brick path towards the door was uneven, eroded by years of rain. You watch your every step as you moved. The last thing you wanted was a sprained ankle inside the factory. Reaching the main door, you hand shuddered against the wood. As much as you didn’t believe the stories you had heard , the building and its grim past was still intimidating. The tour, the candy maker, all of it. Mystery ran deep, the uncertainty brought doubt to your mind. Should you just turn back? Let the sleeping factory lie. Unfortunately for you , you had told damn near anyone who’d listen that you was going to conquer the myths. Myths you still didn’t believe. Whether it was arrogance , ignorance, or simply bravado you head through the doors with determination. You was going to do it. Even if your body trembled as it crossed the threshold into the factory. The first thing you notice is the smell. Chocolate. Even after all these years? It baffled your mind. Perhaps the last bit of the old majesty. You looked down the halls once filled with the joy of whimsical candy , now dark and silent. It was almost colder inside than it had been outside. There was old branding on the wall , although letters had withered off making it illegible. No one said the name anymore. It was almost a bad omen, like Macbeth at a theatre. Once it had been synonymous with childhood joy. You did your best not to think about all the troubles surrounding you. You kept your light forward not looking at anything other than the path ahead. You weren’t sure what you was actually looking for, the plan being just to look around until you felt tired. To give you as much time as possible , you had slept through most of the day. You where wide awake , even if part of you wished you overslept and missed the whole thing. Ah well. There was plenty of walking , so you didn’t hang around even while deep in your thoughts. You had always wondered what the inside was like. Not many people knew , as before the tour only the candy maker himself had come and gone from the factory. Then after , all the details within where kept private as part of the investigations. A few pictures floated around but you never sought them out. With all the uncertainty of what had happened , it wasn’t a question you needed answering. Swallowing your concerns about the situation , you press on into the next room. There was immediately a foul stink that filled your nose, like sour milk with a sickly sweetness cutting through making it even worse. You lift your hand to your nose in disgust as you look to the cause. A whole room smothered in old, rotten candy. Gagging, you begin to hurry through the room however you couldn’t see a single actual exit. The only thing that caught your eye was a tunnel , which seemed to link up to a deep pit. Almost looked like a dried up riverbed. Not wanting to stick around , you go to the pits edge and slide down to the depths of it. As you move towards the tunnel you hear a strange rumbling from behind you. Ancient machinery grinding the rust off as it began to work once again. Looking back to the sound you see a gate slowly opening. Before you could question it. You see a flood of molten chocolate begin to pour out into the riverbed. Your first instinct was to climb back up the bank, but as you stuck your hands into what you thought was dirt, it crumbles in your hand. Chocolate? With no other options , you run to the tunnel at full sprint. Your run was ended soon as you tumble down a sudden slope. It was steep, but you manage to right yourself so you could see where you was going. The dark tunnel rushing past as you slid down. Looking back , you could see the flood of spoiled candy racing behind you. Further and further you descended into the depths of the factory, entirely unable to stop yourself only able to pray that the chocolate would not catch you. You could still smell it even now. That was when you saw the slope suddenly end.. you do your best to roll as it does , however you just hit the ground hard ,winding you partially. Grabbing the ground you keep dragging yourself on desperate to escape the chocolate. Glancing up , you see a somehow illuminated sign near a door. The inventing room. You push yourself up to your feet before leaping up to the dock. Pulling yourself up, you feel the chocolate smothering your legs before you lift them to the docks. It was hot. Burning hot. You yell as you feel the heat burning against your skin. Desperately you begin to take off your pants , shoes and socks. Your skin underneath red with burns. Thanks to your quick action, you managed to stop any damage. But your clothes where ruined. The only upside was that with the hot river flowing , the room warmed up enough , you didn’t need them. You begrudgingly put your stained clothes, including your gloves, into your bag before taking off your coat and tying it around your waist for some sense of decency. Not wanting to hang around next to the river in case it overflowed, you nervously kept moving on. As the adrenaline faded, you came to realize that you couldn’t go back the way you came anymore. You’d have to find a new way out. You hoped there would be a fire exit or something soon, however given as the place was shut down because of bad safety standards. The thought of being stuck here sent a shiver through your body. You knew if you did, no one in that coward town would come to get you. The only hope in that case is that someone from outside the town would come to help , but you don’t know if your story would leave the town. It terrified you to think of yourself in the same vein as the candy maker and his name. never talked about, never to be helped. Once more , you swallow your fear and continue on. Now even more motivated to hurry along, you pick up your pace. Suddenly , all the lights around the room turn on, blinding you with your eyes adjusted to the dim light your headlamp had provided. You blink rapidly, trying to ease your sight back while looking around. This place still has power? You where baffled. You thought the river could have just been something more mechanical , but this was definitely electrical. As you get to look around you feel even more unnerved. The room was immaculate yet empty. Nothing but a singular table filled the room, which was spotlessly clean without even a spec of dust. Slowly , you move towards the one item of furniture to see a small strip of gum and a note. “eat me”. A sound fills your ears, and it takes you a minuet to realize that it was your own heartbeat pulsing through your whole body. You couldn’t hide it anymore. You was scared. Looking around you saw that there was no other doors than the one you came in. refusing to be trapped , you go back to the table and try to lift it. It wasn’t bolted down and you could just about move it. Whatever was going on here, you wasn’t sticking around to figure it out. You begin dragging the table over too the door, causing the gum and the plate it was on to fall to the ground. Maybe , if you balance yourself, you could use the table as a raft. While you hated the idea of going deeper into the factory, there was nothing you could do here. As you moved , you felt something strange. Like a hand on your shoulder made of ice. You turn immediately and see nothing. The feeling leaves but you still feel a chill over your body. You hoped dearly it meant the river had stopped flowing even if that meant it would be cold but… something in your core had been shaken and left you feeling uneasy. Grabbing the table you double timed it to the door. You wanted out and you wanted it as soon as possible. Pushing back out of the door, the lights in the tunnel where now on too. It exposed the violent stream of molten chocolate pouring down. With fear twisting your guts, you get onto the table and begin to scoot towards the river. You just had to get away from the room. The anticipation was so severe you didn’t realize that you was still cold. As the table hit chocolate it was dragged, pulling you with the flow. Small amounts of chocolate lapped over the edge , landing on you and burning you once more. Gritting your teeth, you ignore it as you steer the table to keep it steady. Thankfully it did float in the thick chocolate, but just barely. There was no going back, only further. Only deeper into the factory. Doors and lights flew past faster than you could read them. One after another with barely time to take a breath. That was when , with the lights now on, you could see the end of the tunnel. There was a sudden drop, steeper than before. The table wouldn’t handle that. It can barely take the slight decline you where on now. You look for the next door. The sign was broken , but it was open. You uneasily get to your feet and prepare to jump. Nerves shudder as you leap. Chocolate splashed over you as you did but you landed on the next dock. Hurriedly, you reach into your med kit , grabbing whatever you could to wipe the splodges of candy off of your legs. It burned , but it seemed cooler than it had been the last time even without the clothes buffer. A groan escapes your lips as you do. It was official… you regretted coming here. Avoiding the social shame of ducking out was not worth any of this. Why didn’t you just stay home and avoid all of this? Grumbling, you begin walking again , heading onwards hoping desperately for an exit. Maybe if you could find a way to turn off the chocolate , you’d be able to climb back up. Stumbling along , you nervously look around for anything. Machines that could help, doors to leave. Anything. The room was bizarre , nothing really made sense to you. It like the last was perfectly clear with nothing to define. A large strange contraption that almost resembled a big old timey camera pointing at a platform was in the middle. What it was or what it did was a mystery to you. On one wall there seemed to be a almost pristine screen. It was tiny, barely bigger than a modern computer monitor. It was fifty years old though, you guessed you shouldn’t have expected bigger. There was a single door on the other side that seemed to lead into an elevator so you decide to walk towards it. Hopefully you can get back to the floor you started on at least and find an exit on the ground floor. You had no idea how deep you had slid , the tunnel had been so dark it could have been a couple floors or a couple dozen. It was awfully cold again. You couldn’t wait to leave. Get home and get into bed and forget about everything you had gone through . That was when the television turned on, blaring loud static into the room. It made you jump, turning rapidly to face it. Immediately you felt drawn to the speckles of black grey and white on the screen. Unable to turn away. Unable to walk away. In fact, your feet dragged you towards it until your nose barely hovered a inch away from it. You swear that looking in , you could see a face in it. Cold hands grabbed your shoulders again, and began to pull. You looked to see what it was yet still there was nothing there . except…you could see depressions on your shirt. As if fingers where tugging at you. Screaming, you pulled against it yet the invisible hands were strong. Another set grabbed your ankles, and within the next second you was entirely off the ground. To try free yourself, you swing your hands around. But like all else , your wrists were grabbed and held. You couldn’t move an inch. The coldness sent shivers through you as much as your newfound overwhelming fear. In the corner of your eye, you saw movement. Looking towards it you saw…the gum? It was slowly floating up to you , moving to your mouth. Every part of your being told you to fight . to run. To not eat that gum. However as much as you fought , you couldn’t budge. The strip pushed against your lips. It pushed through into your mouth. A hand grabbed your jaw and began to make you chew ,filling your mouth with the intense flavour of the gum. Blueberries. Surprisingly fresh despite the rot everything else you had seen so far. Yet you didn’t trust the sweetness, you didn’t trust the juiciness , and you especially didn’t trust the freshness. Not In this rotten hell. You keep trying to fight your way free from the ghost hands yet you are helpless to watch as you are lifted in front of the weird looking camera. You hear clicks and buzzes before you notice that… you felt nothing pulling you downwards. No more gravity. The hands let up , their icy grips leaving your body. Immediately you try to swim out but for all your effort you didn’t move an inch. A blinding light shines from the machine , making you raise your hands to your face to block it. It grows more and more intense , so much so you barely notice that your hand was now a deep , rich blue colour. The light flashed before you could look closer , forcing you to close your eyes. When you reopen them, the room was in a vastly different place to where it had been. It took you a moment but you realized you where standing where the TV had been. Where… it was. You could just make out the thick layer of glass between you and the outside world. You run over and bag your fist on the glass , but this makes you realize just how tiny you had become. You was barely three inches tall. The gap between you and the ground felt like looking down the grand canyon with none of that natural beauty. Only a grim fear. Trapped within the TV, you can do nothing but look down at yourself. You see what you had only a glimpse of before. Your whole body was now a suffocating dark blue. Lifting your arm , you look closer at it. Swirls of purple ran under your skin , it looked almost like a bruise that covered your whole body. It was weird, you knew you should be screaming but you was near frozen in shock. Maybe… maybe that was it? Maybe you was frostbitten. Those hands had been incredibly cold after all. However even your own body wouldn’t let you have a moment of peace. A loud, rumbling gurgle filled the air. You feel it running through your guts, then steadily your whole body. It made you feel nauseous , almost to the point of throwing up . You slump back against the glass trying to steady yourself. That was when you saw the cause of the grim sound. Your stomach. It was bigger. Still getting bigger. You could watch it grow rapidly. It was like you had sat on a water hose on full blast. Gripping your belly , you could feel It pushing your fingers apart. The nausea got worse quickly and you feel something leaking from your lips. Wiping it off, you see that your hand was covered in blueberry juice. The gum…it had to be the gum changing you. You go to spit it out but you realize it was no longer in your mouth. Something about how you had been moved…you must have swallowed it. Helpless to your own body , you only watch as your gut swallowed up your lap as it raced towards your knees. Your skin felt tight and cold , it was incredibly uncomfortable. Before you could even try to get used to it , the same sickly sensation spread down to your thighs. Watching them, you could see them bulging either side of your massive gut. You ran your fingers over them , and it didn’t even feel like a person. It felt like a thick water balloon. Even your hand didn’t feel right. You reach over and poke your uninflated arm and even this didn’t feel right anymore. Did you even have bones anymore? Where you even human? Your body held no sympathy for your fear, it only accelerated outwards, pushing you upwards as your ass and thighs grow under you. What could you do? You go for your bag, rolling over to grab your phone from your bag. However the second you start grabbing it, blue juice sweat out from your body. It soaked into the device ,warping your screen. The last thing you see is your home screen, a picture of you but…it was cursed. Your skin blue. Your face swollen and the rest of your body trying desperately to swallow your head up. your screen dies and leaves you with the fear that you was going to get that massive. Feeling your swelling double in speed , knocking you onto your gut and leaving you facing out of the large screen. You get to look into your blue reflection and barely recognize yourself. Even your eyes where now a inhuman purple with speckles of blue. You reach up and hold your cheeks, the same empty yet full feeling the rest of you had. You wanted to throw up. Get all the juice out of you but it seemed that despite all the pressure building within you. Even as the juice began pounding into your arms and legs, fattening them up. It merely trickled from your mouth slowly, covering your chin and dripping over your neck. You felt disgusting ...and helpless. You....you was stuck here? In this tv. Swelling like a blimp and loosing more and more of your humanity. Everything was getting rounder, smoothing out into one central ball. The definition of your hips, your stomach and your chest vanishing. Even your arms and legs began to bulge up. desperately you slam your fist into the glass of the tv once again , desperate for help. But as your limbs filled with juice, they became harder and stiffer to move. They get dragged into place , unable to move. You could barely flap your hands. You are trapped. Stuck. Unable to stop growing still getting bigger and faster. Rounder. You realized quickly what was happening to you now. You was turning into a blueberry. How the hell was this possible? Why would anyone make such cruel gum. You shouldn’t have come…the stories where true! It … it was actually ghosts. You begin to cry out of terror, and it only made you feel even worse when you see that even your tears where blueberry juice. why didn’t you listen? Why was you so arrogant?! Now you was stuck forever , swelling up inside a TV. The idea makes you panic. How much bigger was you going to get? How much bigger could you get stuck inside the small tv? You was already looking fully spherical , with your meek little hands and feet poking out. That was when your swelling body pushed your face against the glass , smooshing your juice filled cheek firmly. As you grew bigger, you lost all idea on how large you was. You couldn’t see yourself and you already felt impossibly large, and impossibly tight. You might have stopped… you prayed you had but the rumbling groaning sounds coming from your berry of a body told you that juice was still stretching you to new , horrid extremes. Out through the glass, you watched as the door you had been heading too opened. Your heart began pounding, praying it was someone there to help you. Was you saved? Someone to get you out of the TV…and the juice out of you. However, your eyes widened seeing that it was in fact the candy maker. You recognized him only by the eccentric suit on his back, even if it was as rotten as the rest of this godforsaken factory. He walked over to you , looking at you through the screen. “Ah… seems another fool has decided to sneak into my factory. What a shame.” He mumbled before lowering down coming face to swollen face with you. “my god… they are cruel. If you can hear me in there… I am sorry. I tried to keep people away, but… I guess I cant stop everyone. I … I cant help you. I couldn’t get you out of the TV, your body is far too…volatile.” He told you. Your heart sank lower and lower as you realized that nobody could help you. Even if you where out of the damned factory , you’d be trapped in a screen. Inside your own body. The candy maker turned suddenly before looking back to you fearfully. “ they are back…I’m sorry I must run…” he told you before turning. You tried to scream for him to take you with him , but you couldn’t speak past your bloated cheeks and lips. Even if you could…would it make it past the glass. You whine as you are left to your fate, filling a television with tight , juicy flesh. the ghost hands appeared in a spectral white in front of you, only to taunt you. They began to poke your taut body through the screen, as if it only existed to you. Their cold hands chilling wherever they poked sending shivers through your body. This… this was it. How you would be stuck forever. You begin to cry in pure dread as the gravity of it all hits you. To any onlooker , they would just assume it was a blue screen. You could only prey that no one would come for you lest they befall the same fate as you. The same fate any brave fool that dare entered the haunted factory would have. The plaything of the ghosts seemingly loving every minuet of your grim transformation. On this Halloween… you learned a lesson all too late. Sometimes there is truth to ghost stories.
[Com] The Dangers of a Foodie Love Triangle by senorpapel, literature
Literature
[Com] The Dangers of a Foodie Love Triangle
Art college is often the pinnacle of creative inputs, a melting pot of cultures and visions. Often leading to bubbles of both explosive temperaments and of passionate dreams. This was no different for the cadre that called the Livingston Creative Institute home. A group of friends all gravitated by a single entity. A woman so sweet and cinnamon roll that she could bind oil and water. Though with how their argument at lunch was going, you’d say they were closer to vinegar and baking soda. The quad was filled with the shouts of passion as the two key figures argued. “I can’t believe you! You seriously think that VFX are what make a movie? What about the actors? What about the human soul?!” The man’s voice was almost in a sniping tone as he looked across their little nook. The man ran his hands through his quaffed blonde hair as he made his argument, almost like he was giving a headshot. Glossy eyelashes fluttered with his eyes as he closed them at the final exclamation. His hand
The science of Gluttony by COOL1232121, literature
Literature
The science of Gluttony
Day one Beginning test one. Consumption commenced. Dr.Wille smiled as he indulged the cliche. Eating. He assured himself it was for science. He bit into a chocolate cake slice, eating it rather fast. He continued to eat slice after slice his lab coat felt tight. "Already growing flab." He wrote that down. His full gut gurgled and churned as he walked. He stifled a mild belch. He needed something else. The first test wasn't complete. Not yet, at least. He grabbed a gallon jug of chocolate milk. The cool feel calmed him. As he chugged his buttons popping off as he was none the wiser. He farted loudly, feeling the cold enter his stomach. The test was complete, but for some odd reason, he had forgotten about it till now. He didn't notice his pants had been soaked with cum. Nor did he notice his exposed gut. Test complete. Test two Begin soon. (Note these are short because they are lab notes)
Warning: contains weight gain, inflation, and gas Operation Pufferfish The Special Operations Field Team, or S.O.F.T. was a private military organisation that was dedicated to the removal and retrieval of bio weapons. The head of the organization, known simply as Mr. X, had picked up a contract on Baroness Blade and her three lieutenants. The first lieutenant was Hans "Dagger" Wilson. Agents Hawk and Dove were chosen for the task. The duo had always worked well together.  They had to get geared up in the armory first, donning their sleek, tight, black suits made especially for stealth. Then they put on their belts and holsters, equipped with gadgets. They then loaded their silenced m9's. Finally, they boarded the jump jet and flew over the landing sight, parachuting onto the roof of the villa. When they touched down, they went over the mission plan. Hawk began, "Dove, I need you to download the location of Major Shield from the server room. I'll disable the security system.". They breached through a window, silently cutting through with a laser. Hawk used his wrist computer to find the route to the security system, going down a long hallway, while Dove followed a corridor to the server room. She saw two guards dressed in dark green uniforms with a red dagger path on the sides, their faces covered by black balaclavas. The shot one in the head, the other she took out with a quick stab in the throat. With the room secure, she plugged in a USB into the computer and began downloading the information.  Hawk had found a ventilation shaft that led to the security office. He slid through it with ease as he was rather slim. Upon arriving on the other side, he quickly hid behind a desk to avoid detection. The head of security was typing away on his computer, so Hawk took the opportunity and dispatched him with a quick pull of the trigger. He hopped in the chair and shut down the security system, before doing so checking the cameras for Dagger's whereabouts.  He was in the downstairs lab. Hawk contacted Dove and told her that they needed to reach the elevator. One soldier overheard this and snuck into the doorway, with his bio pistol drawn. Hawk turned around to fire but was hit in the stomach with a dart. Hawk took the dart out and fired back, killing his adversary. Scanning his vitals, he found no poison, deciding that the dart must've not had time to release it. He crawled back in the vent to head towards Dove, but as he crawled, the vent felt a bit smaller. It was almost as if he had grown. He eventually reached the end, squeezing out and traversing the hall down to the server room. As he walked, he felt the slightest movement of his gut. He looked down to see that his toned abs were now replaced with a smooth, undefined stomach.  About halfway down, the wobbling increased, seeing that his belly now had a visible curve. The dart must've contained a fattening agent, but why? Dove was bent over the desk watching the download reach 90% when she felt a sharp pain in her rear. She turned around and saw a guard with a strange pistol. She shot him and removed the dart in her ass.  Hawk walked in and saw the bio gun on the floor. "Did he shoot you with this?" he said as he held it up. "Yes, why?" "It causes weight gain, the reason as to why I don't know.". Dove noticed Hawk's now pregnant looking gut. "Did you get shot or did you just stop in the kitchen?" she giggled as her finger sunk into his doughy belly. "Ha ha very funny. Let's not forget that your ass is going to balloon up!"  "At least I'll have some nice curves!" she said seductively. They walked to a different ventilation shaft that led to the lab. Dove climbed in, with Hawk following suit, having to shove his gut in. As they crawled, Dove felt more resistance, knowing the growth had already begun. Hawk had to slowly drag his increasing belly through the shaft . They made it to the end, with Dove requiring a shove from Hawk.  She pulled him out, with him plopping onto the floor. He was now sporting a beer belly. "Woah, you're getting pretty fat now! We should call you turkey!" she grabbed his gut, rubbing it and kind of enjoying the softness. "Oh yeah, bubble butt!" She looked at her butt, seeing that her once muscular booty was now soft and jiggly.  They ended their bickering in favor of proceeding with the mission, scouting out the lab, taking out the three guards on patrol. Sneaking into the main laboratory, they found Dagger. He was conversing with his personal bodyguard. They were adorned in black body armor. Dove felt herself getting pushed away from the shelf she was hiding behind, she saw that her backside was growing, it was now quite flabby. She fell over, the impact making a thud and causing her ass to wobble. The bodyguard walked over to her, so she rolled over to face him and fired at him, only for the bullets to ricochet off his armor. He pulled out a bio pistol and shot her in the stomach. Hawk put him in a choke hold from behind and took his pistol. Dagger took the opportunity to shoot him in the butt to distract him. The bodyguard broke free and ran off with Dagger to an elevator. "Are you okay, Dove?" "Yeah, are you?" "Yep, let's go!" They ran after the two, missing their chance to get on the elevator. The vents were obviously not an available option, so they waited for it to get back down. They got on and waited to reach the surface. While they were on the ride, Dove's belly grew a bit, looking a bit bloated. Hawk's butt had softened, too.  By the end of the ride, Dove looked pregnant and Hawk's ass was now almost as big as hers. "Looks like we're both fat now, Dove". She rolled her eyes and the two chased after Dagger and his bodyguard, stopping them outside of the helipad. "Time for this to come to an end, Dagger!" Dove shouted. "On the contrary, my bodyguard will deal with you!" The buff man began to walk towards them.  "Hawk, I'll go after Dagger while you take care of this guy." "Will do." Dove climbed up to the helipad, having to readjust her balance when her stomach expanded. Hawk pulled out the bio gun he got from the bodyguard, firing at him. The needles managed to land in the unguarded areas, those being the thighs and arms. The bodyguard stopped in his tracks as his arms grew flabby and his thighs swelled. When he regained his composure and ran towards Hawk, he could feel his thighs rubbing together. "I'll crush you for this!" Hawk dodged out of the way of his punch, using his new vantage point to fill the guard's butt with darts. It was swelling at an alarming rate, popping off a few straps that held in the back and chest armor.  Hawk fired into his back multiple times while he was busy feeling his mountainous ass. His back was forming a lot of rolls and sagging. Hawk then shot him in the chest, making his pecs swell into a pair of breasts any woman would be jealous of. All of this growth finally popped off his stomach armor, to which Hawk emptied the remaining needles into. His belly began to rapidly fatten up, drooping over his massive thighs. He was filling up quickly, becoming an almost immobile blob, the buttons popping off of his uniform. "You've turned me into a blubbery whale! You'll pay for this!" He waddled after Hawk as he ran towards the helipad. Dove had been in hand to hand combat with Dagger for a while, both of them equally matched. Hawk ran and used his belly to knock Dagger into the side of the helicopter.  "I've already taken care of your guard, Dagger. Time to take care of you." Dove and Hawk began to work together to take out bits of his armor through strategic shots. They eventually shot off his chest plate and fired at him, putting an end to the crazed madman. They then contacted Mr. X. "X, it's Dove, we've completed the mission, although with some side effects." The jump jet touched down and picked them up, with them loading the obese guard onboard as a prisoner.  They made it back to base where they met in Mr. X's office to talk about their next mission and the extra weight they'd put on. Their bodies were wedged in their chairs from how much they gained. Mr. X, a muscular, handsome man with black hair, began to speak. "From what our scientists have analyzed about the serum in the darts, it is reversible. I'll make sure they administer the antidote to you immediately." "Oh thank God!" Hawk said, relieved.  Dove was a bit disappointed, as she liked the new weight, especially Hawk's, but was also relieved that she wouldn't be stuck like this. "Your next target is Major Shield's military complex. We're sending the captured guard with you to help. Don't worry, however, we've thinned him down so that if he acts out of line, he goes back to being immobile." "Sounds good," said Hawk. They went down to the lab where they were given a blue vial to drink, which thinned them down. "Nice, back in action!" Hawk said, flexing his muscles. Dove traced her slim body, saying "Ah yes, I'm back to my sexy self." They went down the armory and geared up. On board the jet, they saw that the bodyguard was now back to his buff body and now wearing a black tight suit with tubes that would administer the serum if he disobeyed orders.  "As soon as I get out of this suit, you two will be dead!" the bodyguard snarled. "Slow down, asshat, keep talking like that and it's back to being a whale!" Dove dangled the remote in front of him. "Mr. X says your codename will be Eagle, so at least it's something cool." "Yeah..I guess." They lifted off and flew to the military complex, landing on the docks.  "Dove you should take Eagle with you since you have the remote. I'll handle the data downloads while you retrieve the bio weapons." Dove looked at Eagle, thinking of all the fun she could have. "Sounds good, Hawk. Come on Eagle, take me to the armory." Eagle rolled his eyes. "Fine." They began to walk off to the armory while Hawk climbed up to the radar tower. Dove and Eagle snuck past security to the armory, Eagle telling her all of the shortcuts and best places to avoid their sightlines. They snuck through the door and Dove took out both of the guards. "Thanks for the help." Eagle replied "No problem. It's not like I'm all too eager to be a blimp again." They sifted through the bio weapons, finding not only the serum rifles and pistols but a new rifle that had a tube connected to a canister of green liquid. "Eagle, do you know what this is?" He glanced at it, eventually saying "Yes, that's an experimental prototype, meant to induce bloating and gas." "Hmm...interesting. What's with all of these weird guns?" "Blade wanted devices that would be non lethal ways to slow down enemies for capture. This prototype must be meant to give away an enemy's position." Just then, a guard walked in with his serum rifle drawn, firing two into Dove's stomach. Eagle picked up one of the bio weapons and fired at the guard, fattening him up until he fell on his beach ball belly. Dove's belly was ballooning out quickly, with her already looking heavily pregnant. It soon stopped swelling, but it was massive, hanging over her thighs, looking like she stuffed a sack of potatoes under her suit.  "Hm...I wonder how fat you could get…" Eagle snickered. He aimed the pistol at her but Dove held the remote, threatening to push the button. "If you dare shoot me, I'll make you immobile." He lowered it, saying "Just joking around, tubby." She gave him an annoyed look and pressed the button once, causing the tube connected to his butt to pump in some serum, making his cheeks bloat with fat.  "Fine, fine, no more jokes." Eagle laughed. "Good, bubble butt." Dove giggled. She gave him a slap on his soft booty, causing it to wobble. He rubbed her big belly and gave it a little shake. She was blushing a lot, liking this attention. In the meantime, Hawk was downloading the information on Captain Axe's whereabouts. He had already knocked a guard out and was 80% through the downloads. He was scouting from atop the tower, seeing a sniper in the distance. She was wearing a purple, skin tight suit with silver body armor. Hawk went to run back in the tower but was struck by a dart in his stomach. He thought he would begin to fatten up soon, but felt himself grow more and more tired, eventually passing out.  Dove and Eagle were starting to get rather turned on, with them both almost kissing. They decided against it, choosing to rendezvous with Hawk. They snuck over to the radar tower, not finding a trace, just the finished USB. "Where could he be?" Dove said, rather worried. Eagle was searching through the computer when he stumbled across the personal list, recognizing a familiar name. "He's been captured! Bow's been stationed here, a legendary sniper who specializes in capturing enemies." Dove contacted X to relay the news. "Hm...well Dove, continue with the mission, but capture Shield. We can interrogate him for information." Dove and Eagle snuck out to Shield's office, seeing that he had a bodyguard as well.   Eagle fired at the bodyguard, the guard swelling up, bloating with fat. Dove took aim at another guard and fattened him up to immobility. They crept through the hall, searching for Shield. Meanwhile, Hawk had woken up, being greeted by the seductive Bow. She leaned in close and stared at him, smiling. "Well, well, well...you've really let yourself go, Hawk." She giggled, prodding Hawk's fat belly, causing it to ripple. "And you're as charming as ever!" Hawk sneered. She pressed a button on her remote, causing a tube to rise from the chair and insert itself into Hawk's rear.  Hawk moaned in pleasure but also discomfort. The tube began to pump more fat into his body, causing him to grow a massive pair of man boobs, followed by barrel-like thighs and a bloated stomach. "Tell me what I want to know, Hawk or I'll make you my immobile plaything." Bow cooed seductively. Hawk squirmed and said "Like hell I will! Do your worst!" She cackled and then pressed a separate button. Hawk felt a new concoction enter his body. His stomach kept emitting groans and gurgles while it grew quite bloated. "Frrrrppppppttt" His rear sputtered out a gaseous blast that elicited a laugh from Bow. "Fat and gassy! Let's see how bad we can make this, that is unless you want to tell me where your friends are hiding!" Hawk shook his head no and continued to defy her. During this time, Eagle and Dove had made it to Shield's office. Shield went to shoot at Dove, which caused Eagle to leap in front of her. Eagle was hit by several fattening rounds as his body bloated out all over, chubby thighs, arms, breasts, a belly, and butt forming. Dove fired at Shield, causing his belly to expand and fill up his suit, bursting two buttons on his coat.  Eagle fired a dart into Shield's butt, causing it to inflate with lard. Shield returned fire, hitting dove in her belly, causing her chubby belly to blow up. She grunted and dumped her magazine into Shield, making him immobile as his body swelled and popped all of his buttons slowly as he inflated like an airbag. "Tell us where Bow is keeping Hawk or I'll pop you!" Dove barked. "Fine! She's in the lower lab!" Shield wobbled around, his body emitting a groan. Dove placed a tracker on the immobile blob so that S.O.F.T. forces could extract him. Eagle and her then moved on to the lower level where they glanced through a two way mirror to see Bow taunting the now obese and gassy Hawk. "Wow, she's really done a number on him!" Eagle whispered, shocked. Dove was full of anger and burst in through the door firing a dart at Bow, to which she dodged behind Hawk. The dart hit Hawk, causing another bout of bloating and gas. "Fbbbbbrrrrrtttt!" Dove ignored her partner's flatulence and engaged in melee combat with Bow. Dove managed to throw Bow into a chemical tank, causing it to leak onto her. Bow's toned stomach groaned and then she let loose an earth-shaking fart. "Bbbbbbllllloooooorrrrttttt!"  Bow continued to fight, although each strike and movement caused her booty to leak noxious fumes. Dove kept fighting as Eagle tended to Hawk, untying him. Eagle removed the tube from Hawk's behind, causing a flurry of farts to erupt. Bow kicked Dove down and then took out a pill. She swallowed it and then her stomach puffed out. Her belly filled with air as she bloated out. "Now this whole room will be filled with my knockout gas!" She let loose an eruption of gas from both ends as she belched and farted up the room.  Dove passed out, leaving Eagle to fight her. Eagle went to punch her, but her ballooning belly deflected it. She grabbed Eagle's remote and made him gain several pounds directed towards his thighs, causing them to swell and rub together. Hawk had gotten up and flopped on top of her, ending her reign of terror. They made their way back to base, with Shield and Bow captured. X greeted them when they got back. "That was quite the mission. Eagle, you've proven yourself to be quite the agent. As for Hawk, your gas will continue and I'm not sure how useful you'll be at this size. I'd rather not risk you becoming immobile, so we'll instead keep you here for testing to synthesize a cure. Dove, Eagle, you two are my field agents for now." Hawk sighed but understood why he had to stay back. For now he would wait back at base and rest up until it was time for the next mission.