Tummy pump factory

Chapter 3 - book one - chapter three - ray

Ray entered the lounge area where people from the floor came to relax on their time off.

"I haven't seen you around these parts. You new?" someone asked Ray.

"Oh, yes. I am," Ray answered. "My name's Ray."

"My name's Tony," he said. "How much do you weigh?"

"210 pounds," Ray answered.

Tony started beellowing. His tight shirt held so much thick fat just aching to be free. His shirt was tucked in and his jean's button was getting loose.. Until... BAM! His shirt tore open loose and his button was sent out flying. It hit some other guy's belly. It sunk in deeply, but it immediately bounced off.

"Hey! Who hit my belly!" the man yelled. He looked at the direction of Tony. "You've got of nerve hitting my glorious butterball!" He jumped onto Tony and the two started having a small tussle, but it wasn't long enough until everyone started to fight. All the bellies were able to take any punch!

"I should probably go..." Ray said to himself.

Ray walked over to his section and sat back down. It was 12:00pm. The tube, once again, fell to his lap. Now, he'd be consuming 20 pounds of burger flavored lard. Once again, the laptop came out so he could apply the setting. This time he'd have to pack in 5 pounds every hour. It'll take him 4 hours to finish. Before putting the tube in his mouth, he looked at his body. His belly slightly protruded outwards, but he could feel a considerable difference below his waist - thighs, butt, et cetera. He put the tube back in his mouth and pressed the red button. He tasted the artificial gourmet burger flavored lard find its way to his stomach. He opened the book up to Chapter Two.

'Chapter Two - My experience gaining weight
As you can probably tell, I love food. But my favorite food is steak. Boy, I could eat steak all day, and I've done that before! I'm pretty sure 60% of my body fat was formed by steak, 30% by cookies and cake mix, and 10% everything else. My thickset body weighs about 780 pounds. I'm 45 and I'm only gonna get bigger.
I gained weight naturally ever since I was a little boy, but when I turned 40, this guy named Dr. Posh, a buddy of mine, created the Tummy Pump Factory. There, tubes pump all sorts of liquids into your body to help you achieve your full potential, and the best part is that he pays you!
They work with plans. Every plan has a minimum weight you can gain (maximum is endless). I'll put in each minimum weight you can gain here if you're interested.
Plan #1: Tummy Expansion: Minimum: 400 pounds
Plan #2: Tummy Blast : Minimum: 600 pounds
Plan #3: Pear Formula: Minimum: 300 pounds
Plan #4: Immobile Up!: Minimum: 1000 - 1500 pounds
Plan #5: Lard and Curves: Minimum: 200 pounds
I went over there and requested Plan #2: Tummy Blast. Tummy Blast fills you to the brim with formula. Usually, you can freely put in x amount of formula consumption in x amount of hours / minutes; however with Tummy Blast, you are supposed to consume x amount of food in one or two hours. So when there's a high intake of food, there's a huge blast of formula coming your way!'

Ray skimmed through chapter three because he really didn't need any tips on gaining weight. He already was gaining that weight. The lard stopped squirting out. Weird. Ray was still hungry. It was 4:00pm. Maybe it was time for an early dinner?

The laptop came back and so did the settings menu. This time, he was going to have to eat 40 pounds of steak flavored lard. He was going to consume 10 pounds of lard every half hour. He'd be done in two hours. He put the tube in his mouth and pressed the red button. The food was flowing in at a much faster pace than before. This flavor was by far his favorite. The artificial steak tasted so real! It was amazing. He opened up his book again.

'Chapter Four - Influence girth has had on the Earth
Fatness has brought so many traditions to all cultures. Every Sunday, there's a food eating competition. People battle it out by eating tons and tons of food. And the reward... more food!
There's been an introduction to food gyms.. Food gyms are places where people train to eat more food faster and faster. There are food trainers to help guide you to victory.
The Olympics have changed. Since the beginning of the Olympics, people have been training to become master athletes to compete at the Olympics. Since twenty years ago, all the challenges have been reworked to suit the style of the current generation. Now, it's all fat related! Food eating contests, sumo wrestling matches, belly play, tummy pumping, and much much more.'

There's still a ways to go to finish the lard intake, about an hour left.

'Chapter 5 - Ways to get money by being fat
There's now so many ways to get paid by being fat, or by eating quickly. We've discussed a lot already in this book, actually.
Tummy Pump Factory, Food Eating Contests, Sumo Matches, Food trainers, the list goes on.
In the 21st century, people used to play a guitar or share a talent on the street and ask for tips. Now, people play with their bellies on the street. The bigger the belly, the bigger the tip.

That concludes "Fat"! I hope you enjoyed this book, and please share this with your friends!'

The tube stopped squirting out lard. The laptop came bouncing back in. It had a video to play of Dr. Posh.

"Ah, good job Ray. You're doing so well. You've already gained 70 pounds! Take a quick look at yourself. Your dessert will be dropped off at your section at exactly 7:00pm."

The video ended. Ray had an hour to do whatever he wanted. He stood up, but immediately had to sit down. He had gotten heavier. He looked down to see that small moobs were nestled nicely on top of a bulky ball of tummy fat. He started to pat his swelling belly. He let out a small belch and got up and headed back to the lounge.

Ray sat down on a nice couch and opened up a bag of chips. It's weird. Although he's gained 70 pounds, he barely felt full.

"Whoa. That belly's gonna turn out just fine," a guy told Ray.

"Thanks," Ray said.

"The name's Joe. 450 pounds. Plan #3: Pear Formula. Goal: 600 pounds."

"Ray. 270 pounds. Plan #5: Lard and Curves. Goal: 500 pounds."

"Nice. What are you planning on doing after you're done here?" Joe asked.

"I dunno. Probably a bodyguard," Ray replied. "You?"

"I'll probably try the Belly Blast plan. I love it here. I've already taken the Lard and Curves plan and got up to 350 pounds. I wanted to take the Pear Formula one after. I love it so much here that I want to take a third plan!"

"Will you go for all of them?" Ray asked.

"Of course. I'm planning on getting 1000 pounds before taking on Immobile Up! Plan. I'll probably ask for 1000 pound on that so I can be 2000 pounds of fat!"

"Nice."

Ray headed back to his section. There was a huge bucket of ice cream in front of his chair. And next to the bucket was an obese (probably weighed around 450 pounds) server was awaiting Ray's arrival.

"Hello there," Ray said.

"Hello Ray. Please sit so we can hook up this bucket of ice cream to the tube."


Ray sat down on his chair and awaited further instructions. The server poured all the ice cream in a container that the tube was attached to.

"Alright. You're all set. Just attach the put the tube in your mouth and get ready."

The servant gave the laptop to Ray and he set his options. He put 4 pounds of ice cream every fifteen minutes.

He pressed the red button and the ice cream flowed fast into his mouth. The ice cream was cold yet delicious. It finished faster than he expected though.

"Already done?" he asked.

"Yep." The servant reclined Ray's chair down. "Good night he said."

Ray turned to his side and looked down at his belly. It's much much bigger than it used to be. He patted his belly goodnight and went to sleep.