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The Factory part 1

It was April, and spring was beginning to make itself felt. The leaves were returning to the trees, and a warm breeze lulled the air around Liverpool's industrial district. It was Travis's favorite time of year. It was at this time of year, when people could go out again without fear of catching a cold, that he could pursue his favorite activity. Travis spent his time surveying the rooftops of the city's neighborhoods. Since he'd been laid off from his job as an IT specialist in a large food group, his days had been freed up, and he wasn't really motivated to find another job. 

He was gifted in this discipline that some call parkour. You could even say his body was cut out for it: rather small, with a well-developed back musculature, agile arms and powerful legs. He had the typical physique of those stocky people from the working class suburbs, spending their evenings in the local pubs, gulping down pints of froth-filled beer, and eventually returning home a little tipsy and very hungry, ready to devour the copious meal their wives had prepared for them. Travis, however, was distinctly different from these people. He certainly liked beer and had a powerful body, but he was still young and didn't have that huge belly that the workers had. Indeed, in the course of their years of toil, they had developed an impressive body: you could clearly see under their clothes a round belly with rolls of fat on its sides, huge and disproportionate legs, a round face surrounded by an extra layer of fat, and round bulging buttocks.

Travis imagined the naked body of one of these men: the hair running down his arms, back and thighs, a clump running from his big, fertile genitals up to his navel, then back up again around his huge tits so that his fat, imposing body was well trimmed. He sometimes dreamed of being able to watch such a man like this, to touch him, to contemplate all that fat piled up over the years: a belly solidly and carefully built up by evenings drinking with friends, gulping down a beer at the factory break, feeding on fatty comfort food. He wondered what he'd do if he managed to fulfill this dream, but he knew part of the answer because he'd dreamed about it more than once. He imagined himself caressing that round, hairy belly, licking those voluminous, warm moobs, searching under that mass for an already hard cock, massaging it until the big guy ejaculated on his belly, swallowing the sweet semen. The young man was fascinated by these men. This body type seriously turned him on, but he had never assumed this part of himself, because he didn't want to look like this.

He understood the difference between his body and that of the workers and promised himself that he would never be seen with such a mass of fat on him. That's why, since high school, he'd got into the habit of working out regularly at the gym five minutes from his home. Parkour was also a good way to get some exercise. His body was beautifully sculpted, with broad pectorals, a flat belly revealing a six-pack, huge thighs and a muscular, developed ass that his gym shorts struggled to contain. Measuring 5.5ft for 195lbs, he was proud to contemplate himself in his bathroom mirror or in the gym locker room. But since he'd been laid off, Travis's income was almost non-existent, so much so that shopping had become complicated. He reconsidered his budget and decided to stop his gym membership. Now he spends most of his time parkouring around his home to keep fit and busy.

That day, he'd woken up with the urge to explore the neighborhood to the east of his home, an area that included numerous mostly disused factories. Climbing the roofs of these buildings shouldn't be a problem for him. He hadn't been to this area before, so he meticulously planned his exit by programming a route on the rooftops. He memorized the route as best he could, dressed in light sportswear and set off. Parkour was going to be more difficult than usual. After crossing several buildings, he took a break. He was contemplating the view from the top of the buildings when an unusual smell reached his nose. He couldn't immediately put his finger on what it was. What was certain was that the smell attracted him. It was sweet and seemed to awaken memories buried deep within him. He understood that what he was smelling was food, but he couldn't put a word to it. His curiosity was aroused, as was his hunger. On this particular day, he had to make do with a meagre midday meal, due to a lack of food at home. His muscular body needed calories if it was to maintain its muscle mass. He decided to change his route to follow the intoxicating scent. He walked through a few more buildings, the sweet scent growing stronger and stronger. Finally, he came to a climax and was able to observe what was producing this tantalizing smell. In the midst of the disused factories, one still seemed to be in operation. He went down to be sure. Then he saw the factory entrance, a large closed door. But above the door, he could read the name of the food company that had fired him. Ordinarily, he would have simply retraced his steps and continued his exploration. However, the intoxicating smell and the sense of injustice of his dismissal prompted him to give in to his curiosity.

So he climbed onto the factory roof. It was the multiple vents on the roof dispersing the fragrant steam that had attracted him. Between two vents, he spotted a section of glazed roofing. One of the glass panes was broken. He moved closer to observe the interior of the factory. It was 6 p.m. sharp and a bell was ringing to signal the end of work and the shutdown of the machines. He then had the idea of entering the building and inspecting the premises. Once the workers had left and he couldn't hear a sound, he put his body through the hole left open by the broken glass, grabbed onto a piece of roofing, let go and jumped into the enclosure. He hadn't really had the intelligence to observe what he was going to land on and was surprised when his body was immersed in a dense, warm fluid.

He had in fact fallen into a large production vat containing several gallons of a substance he hadn't yet identified. The sensation was rather pleasant, his body was enveloped, he had no trouble floating, and the odor he'd smelled earlier could only emanate from this liquid. He pulled his head out of the fluid and wiped his face with the back of his arm. He opened his eyes and realized he was in a factory dedicated to confectionery. When he still worked for the company, he was responsible for the security of confidential computer files containing production line data from factories across the city. As far as he could remember, he had never dealt with or heard of a factory located in this part of town. Usually, the factory in charge of sugar mills was miles west of here. This information only whetted his appetite for exploring the area.

He then stepped out of the metal vat and sprawled out on the floor. He was covered in a substance that resembled chocolate hazelnut spread. It had just been prepared and was cooling for packaging the next morning. Travis knew this process by heart. He managed to get to his feet, covered in the pleasant-smelling spread. He was so covered that he decided to take off his clothes so as not to be encumbered by the weight of the substance for the rest of the exploration. His body was now completely naked among the machines. There was still some spread on his skin. He found no other way than to lick it off. He began sucking on his fingers, licking the hollow of his right hand and then down his arm. The taste was intense and absolutely delicious. Strangely, his hunger grew stronger. His sports training had made him supple enough to sit up and lick the chocolate off his legs and torso. The spread was so good and his hunger so present that he even licked down to his muscular belly, and even his cock, an ability he'd just discovered. He hardened slightly with pleasure. It had been a long time since he'd been able to taste food like this, used to eating healthy, inexpensive food. The texture was greasy and smooth, a little syrupy. The taste was sweet and chocolaty, and he couldn't imagine the number of calories in that spread, with all the vegetable fat and sugar that made it so delicious. Once he felt clean enough, his desire to swallow more spread grew. 

As he approached the vat, he found a small ladder at its side. He deployed it over the edge of the vat so that he could climb to the top. Contemplating the incredible volume of still-liquid sweet spread in the vat, he plunged his head straight into it. His head was submerged up to his broad shoulders. He took a big gulp of the lukewarm, sweet liquid. He could feel it filling his mouth, running down his throat, reaching his belly and filling his stomach. It was a sensation of fullness he'd never felt before. His cock rose like never before. The more he swallowed, the more the sensation intensified. Intense pleasure washed over him. He swallowed a second mouthful and felt a small shock - his pleasure had just doubled. His stomach was gradually filling up, and he began to feel his belly getting hot, which was not unpleasant. After a dozen sips, he put his head out to catch his breath. He wondered what was happening to him. He realized he was enjoying swallowing so much of the liquid. With his face still covered in chocolate, he soon grabbed his hard penis and began a frenzied masturbation. While he was at it, he instinctively rubbed his belly with his other hand. His hand drew little circles around his navel, moving down to touch his balls, then back up to his pecs. He didn't know why, but he massaged them slowly, while he jerked off faster and faster. His hand went back down to rub his tender buttocks, then back up again to his belly to caress it. It took only a few seconds before he ejaculated on the floor. He'd never felt such an orgasm before, the pleasure was of the utmost intensity: all his senses had increased tenfold, he could taste the chocolate that remained in his mouth and flowed from his face to his shoulders, and the warm liquid in his belly. But when he touched himself, he could feel that the usually pronounced lines of his abdominal muscles had faded. When he caressed his belly, he felt that its surface had become slightly smoother and thicker. No matter, he told himself, I'd given in to a guilty pleasure once, it wasn't this amount of spread I'd ingested that would change anything. The truth was, he'd drunk nearly one gallon of the stuff, but his pleasure had been so intense he hadn't realized it. He didn't even feel bloated or full. He simply noticed that his uncontrollable hunger had stopped. So he decided to continue exploring, trying to forget what had just happened.

Luckily, there was still some light, and he could estimate the size of the enclosure. It was huge, and he could make out a large number of vats similar to the one he'd fallen into, as well as large pipes running through the room from floor to ceiling. He refused to join the other vats and went in the opposite direction. He headed for what appeared to be an office or laboratory. The door was ajar, and he discreetly poked his head through. His still greasy fingers touched what appeared to be a light switch, and he pressed the button. The room lit up with a powerful white light. It was indeed a laboratory. The place was lined with large desks, with notepads, machines, centrifuges and computers. At the far end of the room was a large door, which he realized must be a cold room. The lab looked like a medical laboratory, not the usual small production line quality control lab. He felt a slight chill; the warmth of the spread had faded, and he was now cold. He took a few steps into the laboratory to find something to warm himself. On one of the walls hung a laboratory suit. He quickly put it on. It was too small, so his body was perfectly molded. You could see his broad chest, his biceps and a slight belly that pushed unnaturally against the middle of the suit. He didn't notice and thought he looked pretty sexy in this outfit. He decided to keep it on, as it would keep him out of the cold.

He didn't dwell on the equipment in the room and wanted to continue his escapade. He took a quick tour of the factory and noted the diversity of the products being made. There were spreads, cookies, cakes, candies, chocolates and all sorts of high-calorie foods he couldn't afford. All this food was out of his budget, and anyway he knew the extra calories wouldn't be good for his sculpted physique. Still, the idea of having so much rich, forbidden food on hand tempted him. Travis imagined he could afford to eat a few morsels of those delicious cakes, dip his arms into his vats and eat what he pleased. He didn't usually indulge in such digressions. But these days, hunger was nagging him from day to day, and this factory brought him comfort. It occurred to him that he might as well come back the next day, indulge himself while controlling himself, and leave without a trace. “This crazy idea is perfectly feasible”, he told himself, “I won't be bothering anyone by filling my belly lightly with such good food”. So he returned to the first vat, retrieved his sportswear still covered in chocolate, replaced the ladder, wiped off the traces of his ecstasy and headed home.

Back in his apartment, he removed the factory overalls and climbed into the shower. As he dried off, he became aware of the amount of spread he'd swallowed. It was showing well on his belly. A thin roll of fat could be seen lodged between the top of his dick and his navel. Cute love handles were beginning to form on the sides. Looking in the mirror, he noticed the slightly rounder, bulging appearance of his lower belly, around his navel. This little extra fat was even more visible when viewed from the side. The sight of this more tender body didn't seem to bother him; on the contrary, it excited him a little. He arched his chest and contemplated the rest of his body. His pectoral muscles protruded in front of broad trapezius muscles. He sheathed his abs and arms, and could see the fruit of his efforts at the gym over the years. His butt was more bulging than ever, and he'd never felt so attractive before. He went off to bed, prouder than ever of his physique.

The next morning, he found his underwear and sheets wet with semen. He'd never ejaculated so much in his sleep. He must have had a very erotic dream, but couldn't remember. Travis got out of bed to change. Like every morning, hunger gnawed at his gut, but he hardly had anything to eat. The previous day's factory was on his mind. So he planned a whole outing. This time he was going to taste all the food, in reasonable quantities. He knew he had to get there by six o'clock in the evening, and could leave in the morning when the sun came up. He carried out his plan to the letter, motivated by the idea that by the end of his escapade he would be full and happy. He heard the factory bell ring, waited a few more minutes and entered the building. Everything was exactly as it had been the day before. He sniffed the sweet smell and knew he hadn't come for nothing. He followed its methodical path from vat to vat, from production line to production line. The variety of foods present was impressive. His aim was to put an end to his hunger, and he was about to be served. Food was virtually unlimited in the factory, and he knew it. He could devour absolutely all those dream foods he'd been deprived of. So he set about the task of feeding himself as much as possible. As he went along, he randomly served himself: cakes filled with a divine chocolate sauce, peanut butter cookies, large blueberry muffins, chocolate bars of all kinds, donuts still warm and wrapped in thick sugar syrup. The taste was delicious. He could feel the stuff filling his belly, which was screaming with hunger. Little by little, he had become totally out of control. He didn't have time to swallow the previous food before rushing to stuff the next. He hardly took the time to fully savor the snack; he barely chewed it at all. He simply grabbed the food within reach and crunched it down as quickly as possible. Travis didn't even know what he was eating anymore, he just wanted to feel stuffed. He walked towards more and more variety in sweets, always with food in his hands and in his mouth. He no longer cared about eating slowly and cleanly; his belly wanted more and took control. The contours of his mouth were smeared with leftover cakes, sugar, chocolate, butter and other fatty, sugary substances. He would grab the nourishment in a quasi-violent manner, shovel it into his hands, stuff it into his mouth, drop some on the floor and move on to the next food. His hunger hadn't yet subsided, the young guy still wasn't full despite the incredible number of cakes and cookies he'd just swallowed. His stomach was begging for more. In this frenetic race for food, he still had to pause to catch his breath. Something had started to bother him. His belly was pushing harder and harder against the waistband of his pants. He realized he'd just eaten a lot, but he didn't let that stop him. Removing his belt and unzipping his pants, he felt a great relief that his belly was no longer compressed. He also readjusted his T-shirt, which seemed to have become too small, revealing his lower abdomen and the top of his now hard penis, which was trying to slip out of his tight boxer shorts. He didn't have time to worry about his dick begging to be jerked off, he just wanted to get rid of his feeling of discomfort caused by his clothes. So he removed his pants and pursued his urge to quiet that uncomfortable hunger.

After all that solid food, his thirst had grown. It was necessary for him to put an end to it. He staggered off to find something to satisfy his thirst. Further on, he spotted a vat of chocolate milk. He had the feeling he needed a lot of it, and fast. He couldn't wait any longer and had to stop this thirst and hunger. He moved closer and could smell the delicious aroma of the high-calorie milk. Instead of dipping his head into the vat as he had done before, he sat down as quickly as possible on the floor and stuck his head to the vat's spigot. Once he'd found a fairly comfortable position and his lips were properly wrapped around the spigot's outlet, he turned on the liquid outlet valve. The milk poured into his mouth. It was warm and sweet, and Travis loved how rich and satisfying it was. The flow rate was still high, and he had to keep up with the gulps, but that didn't seem to be a problem for him. At a rate of one sip per second, he swallowed the liquid with increasing pleasure. There he was, half-naked, his ass resting on the floor, his back and neck hoisted upwards, his lips pumping the liquid, like a baby suckling its mother, his hands desperately circling the spigot as if this gesture might speed up the flow of hot milk. His belly was filling up at breakneck speed and was about to explode. He even wondered how it was possible for his body to accept such a volume of chocolate milk. Naturally, he felt the skin on his chest tighten with increasing speed. In the reflection of the vat, he could see his belly swelling, his moobs filling out, his thighs getting heavier and his butt getting full of fat. He could feel milk dripping from his lips, running down his neck, joining his growing boobs and dripping onto his now enormous belly. On the first few sips, he could still make out the top of his dick as it worked its way up to his navel. But at this stage, it was pushed back by the skin of his belly so that he could no longer see it. He could feel his T-shirt struggling to contain the growing mass. He heard the seams begin to creak, but continued to feed his belly again and again. Finally, his T-shirt gave way under the pressure of his belly. There was then a large jump from the top of his stomach, and he felt much more comfortable. His new form could now occupy any space it wanted. All that remained were his shoes and his boxer shorts, which were still resisting, but the elastic around his waist was very taut. His broad buttocks had become covered with a heavy layer of fat and were pushing against the fabric of the boxer shorts. His dick found itself wedged between the elastic of the boxer shorts and his thick thighs, which pressed against his growing belly, not without some pain. He could feel his glans pressing squarely into his belly.

Travis became aware of his sudden bulk, but couldn't hide a certain pride at being able to ingest such a quantity of rich food. He continued to drink and drink and drink. He began to reach his limit when he felt that his pecs, now moobs, were literally resting on his enormous belly. Then he turned off the tap and lifted his mouth away from it. He couldn't help but let out a powerful belch from inside his gut that echoed throughout the factory. He had finally achieved his goal of stopping his hunger, and a sense of fulfillment filled him. Still seated, he leaned against the vat. With this movement, he could feel all the liquid mixed with the other fatty foods moving around in his stomach. He was so full that he could even feel the chocolate milk rising part of his esophagus. This sensation only accentuated his already painful erection. He had to stop it. When he reached for his dick, he found it hard to grasp: his belly had grown bigger than a beach ball and his arms had gone numb, so he could no longer simply reach out with his right arm and grasp his cock as he'd always done. He used his suppleness, bent down as best he could and finally managed to reach her. His grease- and sugar-lubricated hand wrapped around his crotch and helped his jerk off more comfortably. It didn't take him long to ejaculate a prodigious quantity of semen. Again, the orgasm was of an incredible power, all these senses had been multiplied by the food that filled his body. His erection had calmed down, he needed now to see the damage on his body.

He wanted to get up, but his new impressive weight seemed to nail him to the ground. He managed to grab hold of the metal wall and stand on his feet. The new distribution of weights on his body almost made him lose balance. He had to force himself on his back to balance this new belly whose dimensions he had not yet fully grasped. He took a few steps, some of them, to head out of the factory. Every step was a difficulty to face, he took a break when he had just reached another tank.

“Gosh, I ate so much to be in such a mess!” he exclaimed.

“My hunger was so intense, I had to stop it, and these cakes were so delicious. I never imagined having such a pleasure in filling my stomach with these sweets and this good milk, my dick has become so hard!”

He redoubled his efforts and left the factory by the main gate. By the time night fell, he estimated that he had been in the building for four long hours swallowing this food. As he walked slowly through the deserted streets, wearing only his boxer shorts to the point of cracking under the pressure of his enormous buttocks and his large cock, he passed in front of a shop window that was familiar to him and wanted to look. He was suddenly shocked, not by the items in the window, but by his reflection. Travis had become unrecognizable. He could clearly distinguish his new forms. He first set his eyes on the most striking, his imposing belly. It had become almost perfectly round and was about eight inches above the ground.

He noticed by touching it that it was very tense, but when he pressed his finger on it, he was still tender. This movement of the hand caused him to make a new noisy burp. He clearly saw the extent of this belly, it overflowed on the sides. His love handles were considerably developed, and came out of his hips to partially cover his boxer. The skin of his belly had become shiny from the milk that had flowed on him when he was concentrated to drink as much as possible. He then looked over his pectorals, turned into boobs. They were massive, fat, comforting and rested on this newly formed belly. He could not help feeling them with both hands. He could hardly hold one in his hand. He used to caress and massage them. They were soft and fluffy, he almost wanted to lick them. He pressed his fingers around his nipple and was surprised when a small drop of liquid came out. He had ingested so much fat with this chocolate milk so quickly that his body literally could no longer contain the fat and had to manage it in one way or another. He did not want to see another part of his body like this on the street and moved away from the store to quickly reach his apartment.

When he arrived, he had to stand aside in order to be able to pass the door neckline, something he had never done before. His body was simply wider than before, his big arms usually aligned with his bust were tilted and rested on this new volume. His two thighs aligned were almost the width of the door, he had to walk with his legs a little spread so that the fat they contained did not bother him by irritating his balls at each step.  He rushed into his bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. His reflection in the store window was not a hallucination. Travis had indeed taken a large volume that evening. He put himself completely naked. Standing in front of the mirror, he could clearly see his huge fat belly, a thin coat of hair that he had never noticed wrapped around his navel and followed a line from his cock to his chest. He could see his boobs resting on this bulky mass, his face becoming rounder and tender, the chocolate around his oily lips. He also found that his legs had become thicker, the muscles protruding from his thighs were wrapped in a layer of soft fat. Travis had actually gotten so big so suddenly, his dick was masked by his belly. He saw only the tip and his balls hanging between his two big thighs. He turned to behold an ass that had become even bigger than before. Even turned, the fat rolls of his belly were visible on the side. It was necessary to put figures on this sudden weight gain. His last week’s weight was 195lbs of a muscular and fit body. He put his foot on the scale to light it up and climbed on. Obviously he expected to see a higher number than before. He stopped breathing and bowed his head to observe the numbers on the scale. He did not immediately manage to see them because his belly overflowing forward masked the vision. He tried to get in as best he could and read the numbers. Travis was shocked. It could clearly read 230lbs. So Travis had gained 35lbs in just one week. He was struck down by the news and went to bed.

Lying on his mattress, he could not sleep. The digestion of all these foods left him awake. He heard his stomach gurgling regularly, sometimes he would release deep roasts and could smell a smell of sugar and chocolate. He thought back to that evening in the factory and the pleasure he had felt in ingesting this amount of unhealthy food. The thought alone made him hard. Accustomed lately to obey his body, he could not help but jerk off by remembering the sensation of food that he swallowed again and again. His seed poured out on his fat belly. He did not bother to get up to clean himself and simply massaged his belly covered with semen, this gesture relieving him a little of the pain of the long digestion that awaited him.

“What have I become?” he asked.

“My body was cut, and I worked hard to get it from all temptations. Now I’m just one of his workers with a huge belly who don’t pay attention to what they eat. I find myself there, my stomach enormous to give in to my impulses and my hunger. I need to get my act together quickly if I don’t want it to get worse.”