Chapter 8 - cream filling

A large vat near the production line caught my eye. As Jerry throat-f***ed the gagging fat girl, holding her by the blonde hair, I dug my hand into the tub and dug out a big wodge of the contents.

“Hey, look,” I chuckled, slapping the greasy substance down on her jiggling butt. “Now she really is a lard-ass!”

The other guys found this hilarious, and in moments we had stopped the conveyor belt and rolled the vat closer. “Listen, you porker. We’re going to grease you up with lard to remind you just what you are – nothing but a fat pig!” She looked up from her position bent over the cabinet, wide-eyed and almost incredulous, as all three of us scooped out handfuls of the viscous substance and began to smear it all over her body. It slid over her pink flesh in great whitish lumps, and I relished the feeling of her soft, slippery fat as I squeezed and kneaded.

“What are you, fatty?” Mark was sneering at her. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, totally helpless as six hands grabbed and groped her greasy, wobbling body. “What are you?!” He shouted in her face, and she opened her eyes, tears starting to well as she answered in a small, vulnerable voice.

“I’m… I’m a lard-ass.”

“What else?” He grabbed her greased-up love-handles in both hands and shook them. “Look at all this f***ing flab – tell me what you are and what you’re good for, fat girl.”

“I’m a greedy p-pig. I’m a fat glutton… and I’m good for nothing but being fed, and being f***ed. I’m just a fat f***-pig for all of you.”

“That’s right, you piggy slut.” And he squeezed her fat harder and then spanked her big round butt, making it jiggle.

Cream Puff whimpered and writhed onto her back on the production line, beginning to sob in pure humiliation and helplessness. Her wrists were still bound behind her, and she lay pathetically on the conveyor belt, her thighs splayed open and her big stomach quivering. I took the opportunity to go to work on her belly, rubbing the lard over its heaving roundness. Given the amount we had fed her, I couldn’t believe how soft and yielding her gut still felt. Jerry was fingering her pussy as Mark began to bully her again.

“Come on, you lardy slut, open your chubby mouth and eat for me. I’m just going to keep slapping your f***ing udders until you do.” Cream Puff had her mouth clamped closed, tears rolling from her screwed-shut eyes as Mark held her by the throat and tried to force a handful of lard between her lips. She continued to refuse and he smeared the white grease across her face, spanked each of her plump breasts viciously, and took an even bigger handful of lard. “You like being treated like a worthless fat slut, don’t you piggy? Now open up!” She could no longer hold in a great sob and he took the opportunity to ram the greasy stuff into her mouth, holding her by the hair and chin so that she couldn’t spit it out. “That’s right, eat, you fat pig. Eat it up, and think about what you are.” I thought to myself that Mark was pushing this too far – but then I looked down and realised I was gripping Cream Puff’s belly fat in my hands even harder than before, squeezing it and enjoying how she squirmed and jiggled in her disgrace and humiliation. I was harder than I’ve ever been in my life.

“Let’s plug this fat slut air-tight,” I heard myself say.

“Oh yeah, she’ll like that,” commented Mark. “I bet you can’t wait to take three dicks at once, can you, pig? You’re just as greedy for cock as you are for food.”

As he spoke he levered himself underneath her oiled-up body. Cream Puff let out a long groan as he slowly entered her from the back, inch by inch until she was fully impaled. Her huge bulging stomach heaved with pleasure and a little pain. “You like it up the ass, don’t you, pig-slut?”

I stood over her on the conveyor belt and said, “You can f*** her chubby pussy, Jerry. I want another go on this hungry hippo’s greedy mouth.” She looked up at me as I pushed myself between her soft lips, and Jerry thrusted inside her at the same time.

We pounded that fatty in all three holes, making fun of her muffled squeals and her jiggling body. Mark was reaching around to squeeze and pinch her plump breasts, while Jerry grabbed on to her wobbling stomach with one hand and teased her clit with the other. I don’t know how many times she came while we stuffed her full, but it seemed like there was something about being in the absolute depths of humiliation that really did it for Cream Puff. I watched her face get pinker and pinker, and heard her muffled screams start to become hoarse as we worked her soft jiggling body into total submission.

“Hey, Cream Puff,” Jerry said eventually, “I think I’m really going to pump you full of cream!”

Mark laughed. “Me too,” he said. “I’m going to blast her fat ass full.”

I looked up and had another idea. The injector mechanism which squirts the pastries full of the sugary butter-cream mix was nearby, and it’s fed by a powered hose. I withdrew from the girl’s throat and uncoupled the hose, pulling the nozzle over to the conveyor belt where Mark and Jerry were still squeezing and screwing the moaning Cream Puff.

“I’ve got one more thing for you to swallow, fatty,” I told her. “We’re going to fill you up like a real cream puff!”

And I pushed the nozzle between her lips. Her eyes widened as I turned on the flow of sweet buttery cream, and a little oozed out of the corners of her mouth as she struggled to swallow fast enough. “That’s it, greedy girl. Gulp it down.”

Her hands had come untied and, recognising that her mouth was now occupied, she reached out to start jerking me off. “No, Cream Puff,” I told her. “I’m going to blast you full of cream, too. Let me use that big doughy belly.” And I slapped my cock against her quivering stomach. Then I grabbed it and pushed it together in two big rolls, easing myself between the bulges of lard-greased flesh and in towards her deep-buried navel.

Jerry was laughing. “Check it out, Mark, he’s actually f***ing the fat bitch’s gut!”

Mark guffawed as well, and pushed himself deeper inside her so that she winced. “Well done, Cream Puff, you are the ultimate fat slut! You’re getting fed butter while being f***ed in the pussy, the ass and the fat-rolls!”

“That’s right,” I joined in, as I continued ramming myself deep into her doughy stomach. “And now you’re going to get pumped full of cream from every angle, piggy!”

At that moment, as she gulped down cream and trembled in total humiliation, Cream Puff’s body suddenly spasmed in another huge orgasm. I guess the noises she made, the convulsions of her body, the jiggling of her fat were the trigger – it set off all three guys, and we simultaneously spurted into her soft jiggling body as she chugged down mouthful after mouthful of fattening butter-cream.

Moments later, Cream Puff lay there exhausted, panting, her bulging belly dripping with cum, cream running down her face and over her breasts.

“Right,” said Jerry. “The crew will be here in a couple of hours for the morning shift. I guess you’d better start cleaning, Cream Puff, if you still want to have a job tomorrow.”