I have, regrettably, just written the grossest piece of inflation erotica ever. I apologize for this... I hope its somewhat enjoyable. I might have made some errors and typos, I'll edit more as I spot them.
A Horrible Generic Icecream Factory Tour Fetish Story.
*18+ contains WLW fluff, weight gain, belly inflation, body inflation, cream inflation, mild gas, very mild slob, implied popping/bursting.*
Having first met in college, Kat and Anne were practically joined at the hip. The two girls did almost everything together, so much so that they eventually became girlfriends. Kat was accepted into school purely on an athlete's scholarship. Lacking intelligence, she made up for it with strength and charisma. She was simply there for a good time, no particular ambition for a career. Anne, on the other hand, was the smarter of the two. She had dreams of becoming a lawyer, having to earn her way in with good grades. Although, it didn't hurt that she was also a gorgeous bombshell with bright eyes and an earnest smile. Not that their backstory matters much, considering they're simply here to get fat for you, reader...
Post graduation, the two had since moved in together in a modest apartment, and to celebrate their fifth anniversary; Kat had scheduled a surprise tour of the very factory that produced their favorite brand of icecream that they shared together in their dorm often, Coastal Creamery.
Kat had driven the two of them in her janky pickup truck, hoping to find a close enough spot to save their steps for the tour.
The factory was absolutely massive, modern, industrial, with an almost menacing looking portrait of a blue cow over the entryway, seemingly looking down at them with malice. Despite its off putting appearance, the two girlfriends were just thrilled to be there. The novelty of it was exhilarating.
The check-in felt breif, rushed almost.
"Maybe they do a lot of tours?" Anne quietly remarked to Kat, who had just shrugged in response.
Their tour guide was a chipper woman who appeared to be around their age, maybe slightly older. She was a little *too* enthusiastic about the cows who resided on-site. Repeating how "plump and well fed" they were. The phrasing was all too-familiar to Kat and Anne, who shared a bit of a taboo kink behind closed doors.
Kat was Anne's feeder. The two girls were into feederism. Anne wasn't a big girl, but she was a little chubby thanks to their occasional feeding sessions. Kat, on the other hand, was ripped and tone. The contrast was incredibly hot to them both.
In fact, hearing the tour guide say that about their cows had them the slightest bit flustered. Standing towards the way back of the group, Anne gave Kat "a look" and then put her hand on the small of her girlfriend's back.
In a fraction of a second, the two broke away from the large group tour, somehow managing to slip away from the crowd and going undetected by the guide and few employees bustling around the halls... or any cameras for that matter... giggling while doing so.
They wandered down carpeted hallways, through random twists and turns, a couple of double doors in search of a secluded place to make out, but then it had turned into pure curiosity at how liminal the space had eventually become the further they wandered. Carpeted halls turned into linoleum floors, gimicky corporate artwork on the walls became sparse, and replaced with clean industrial white nothingness.
They hadn't even seen any employees along the way and were now voyaging around the halls just for the sake of exploring.
"Where is everybody?" Kat muttered, turning to Anne as they stepped further down an almost hospital-level-of-sterile looking hallway with various double doors.
"I don't know..." Anne began.
"... should...should we turn around?"
Kat shook her head. "Nnnn, nooo not yet. Let's see what's in one of these rooms and then go back." She peered through the small, square glass window of one of the giant steel double doors.
She gasped. "Ooooh! Anne! Look!"
Anne trotted up to the door, peering in to see a massive room full of giant steel vats of what looked like different ice cream flavors in liquid form.
She turned to Kat, and beamed happily. "Oh my god. I need to get a better look."
They both peered around for any employees, to which they saw absolutely no one around, and snuck in.
Kat dipped a finger in a vat full of vanilla caramel liquid icecream, licked it, and her eyes went wide. "Oh my god that's good!" Anne, slightly panicked, looked around with gritted teeth. "Kat! You just contaminated that! What the hell are you doing?!"
"Whaaat? I'm *just* taste testing!" Kat said, incredibly smarmy.
However, she didn't stop there, Kat did something highly uncharacteristic for a tone and fit girl; she took her hands and scooped up at least a few sips worth of the liquid cream. Slurping and licking her hands as clean as she could get them.
"We shouldn't be doing this!" Anne gripped at her own blouse's collar nervously.
The vats were almost as tall as the two of them. Being roughly 500 to 800 gallons of sweet sugary liquid per vat, and there were rows and rows, maybe hundreds of them just in this warehouse sized room alone.
Anne, being a fat girl at heart, gave one last nervous glance around, and followed suit, dipping her finger in a vat of liquid coffee flavored ice cream. The taste washing over her tongue was hypnotic.
A finger turned into a few handfulls. Before she knew it, she had consumed a full tub's worth. She was so entranced by the sweet sugary flavor, she failed to notice her stomach beginning to fill. Or... that her stupid girlfriend Kat had climbed up onto some pipes to put her entire mouth straight to the vat of liquid vanilla dulce de leche ice cream. Her chin was now perpetually covered in sticky ice cream, as were the ends of her shoulder-length hair dipping in as she drank... and drank ... and drank.
Her gut began to swell, as if Kat was under a spell. Anne was still taking in the handfulls, her top's buttons starting to gently strain against the curve of her already soft gut.
Kat's transformation was far more dramatic because of the sheer greed she was exhibiting. Her belly ballooned outwards in all directions, quite litterally surpassing a woman who was past nine months pregnant within record time. Her tight crop top began to split at the side seams, and the button on her dark cargo pants popped open along with her thick brown leather belt. Still, Kat gulped down the liquid sugar, entirely oblivious as to what was happening to her once tone and trim six-pack abs. All she could think of was how much relief bursting out of her belt felt, and how damn good this ice cream tasted and felt inside of her.
She only had one coherent thought; "More"
The weight and heft of the cream made her stomach bellow out like an oversized water balloon, sloshing and churning as if a roaring faucet was pumping pure lard into her core. Kat moaned in ecstasy between gulps, eventually loud enough to pull Anne out of her less dramatic trance.
She had to do a double take, because within moments, Kat lost her balance and fell into the vat face first with a loud splash and a brief thunk of her combat boots against the metal. Kat's stomach had grown so big that Anne barely recognized her at first.
"KAT!" Anne shouted, barely able to pull away from her own sweet desert.
Kat re-surfaced not long after, completely soaked in the melted ice cream, taking a desperate gasp of air. She returned to greedily swallowing not even a moment later! Anne swore she thought she could see Kat growing impossibly round every time her back bobbed up and down in the giant vat... was she really doing this?!
"Kat! Stop!" Anne whined, finally able to run over to the tank. A few of her buttons on her blouse popped off, revealing she too had expanded, but not nearly as intensely as her beloved girlfriend had.
Kat floated, belly down in the vat, she couldn't stop. It was too good. She kept growing....
Most of the vat's contents were impossibly packed away all within Kat. Anne, mortified, was able to push the vat with all of her might, knocking it off of its small metal stands. With a loud metal boom, Kat rolled out of the vat appearing to have swollen into an impossibly big, comically bloated and cream covered version of her former self. Her entire body, fattened to unreasonable proportions.
Her small breasts, now giant saggy melon sized tits. Her ass, Which Anne often referred to as a "nice cake", had become double, no, triple wide, completely tearing her pants to shreds. Her cheeks had swollen, as did her thighs and arms, they almost looked like fattened cones as she carried the majority of her weight in her overblown stomach! Kat had, against all known laws of nature, consumed somewhere around five HUNDRED gallons of liquid ice cream.
"OooOoh~" Kat cooed, laying on her back, belly up, unable to move. "Anne... I don't feel so *hic* good~" she moaned.
Anne stood by her girlfriend's side, horrified, trying to catch her breath after somehow pushing over a tank that was filled with a human cream balloon. Her cropped shirt was torn and stretching over her massive tits, barely covering them. Thank god Kat had gone braless today. Having to cut off a tight bra probably would have hurt.
Kat let out another hiccup, shaking her entire bloated body. They could both hear an ocean of cream inside of her. It was equally terrifying and... arousing?
Anne's hand trembled to her girlfriend's giant exposed belly. She poked it curiously.
"You're fucking huge." Anne exhaled nervously. "What did you DO!?" She planted a hand on Kat, who looked ready to barf.
"Ughhh. Anne... it was sho' goood. I couldn't *huf* help it."
Kat was big enough to be a waterbed, and the deep, low bubbles and sloshes that eminated from within her organs was eerily telling that something was horribly wrong, like, aside from the fact that Kat had guzzled down an unnatural amount of liquid.
Anne paced around her girlfriend, taking in all angles, looking at and prodding her new body gently. She got the bright idea to carefully climb on top of Kat's belly, sitting over the burgeoning dome of flesh. The contents inside of her roiled as Anne settled, laying on top so that their faces almost met.
Anne slid forward a bit, hands on either side of Kat's fattened shoulders for support, and she planted a kiss on her girlfriend's plump lips. She licked the cream off of her lips and giggled mischievously.
"You know, I'm used to being the fat one in the relationship. Looks like that's your job now." Anne sat back up, legs spread over the sides of her girlfriend, and she bounced herself up and down a few times over her girlfriend's enormous gut, shaking up the cream inside.
Kat winced, a fearful look suddenly struck her face "Guh*k'ghl... stop... I'm gonna *burp* be sick."
Anne obeyed, feeling a weird firmness begin to form from under her ass. Somehow, she was being raised into the air slowly. A low, hollow, fleshy croaking sound from her girlfriend's belly sent her sliding down almost immediately when she realized what was happening...
Her girlfriend was blowing up like a balloon.
"Ooooh!~ Anneee.... what's happening to meee??!" Kat moaned, almost erotically. Her body began to quiver and swell even bigger.
"Oh! Fuck! Kat! I'm sorry!" Anne jumped. She tapped her girlfriend's growing middle, the flesh was taut like a leather drum and she was becoming nearly spherical! The hollow thunk of her fingertips hitting the fleshy, turgid, swelling surface was terrifying to hear.
In a panic, Anne started yelling. "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP US!"
Kat just laid there, growing rounder by the moment, unable to properly form words, just moaning and burping as much gas out as she could. Her insides got louder the bigger she got.
"Hang on baby! I'll.... I'll get us help!" Anne desperately panicked, planting a kiss on her girlfriend's swollen cheek.
She didn't want to leave Kat there, fearful that it might be too late, but she had to find someone to help them!
.... there could still be hope for Kat, right?
Kat laid there, feeling her own body become tighter and tighter, listening to the frantic footsteps of her girlfriend Anne become drowned out by angry sounds of her organs reaching their capacity...
