Tummy pump factory

Chapter 4 - book one - chapter four - ray

Ray awoke to the sound of hungry men slurping up various different tastes of lard and formula. He saw some new faces, and saw some old. It was 8:00am. The laptop bounced out of the wall and onto Ray's lap. For breakfast, he had to eat 15 pounds of pancake flavored Curve Formula. He decided to go easy on himself since it was the morning, so he inputted 5 pounds every hour. While eating, he decided to listen to some music. A phone was given to him and earbuds were placed in his ear. A playlist, dubbed Top 5 Greatest Hits! began to play.

#5: Me, Myself, And Food ((Me, Myself, And I)). Ray began listening about the singer's passion to eat food all by himself. The ongoing curve formula helped him relax even more.
#4: Watch Me Eat, Watch Me Pay-Pay ((Watch Me)). This song showed the singer's love and passion for eating every morsel left on his plate.

#3: Food For You ((Good For You)). This song was about the singer's desire to feed her love.

#2: Tear In My Pump ((Tear In My Heart)). This song was about the tragic tear in someone's lard pump.

#1: Feed Me Like You Do ((Love Me Like You Do)). Song about a feeder.

The pump stopped shooting out delicious curve formula. Now, Ray looked a lot curvier than before. He headed over to the lounge where he started to much on some cake he found.

"Damn boy, nice curves!" a man whistled.

"Heh, thanks," Ray blushed.

"I'm Don. 380 pounds. Plan #5 Lard and Curves."

"I'm Ray. 305 pounds. Plan #5 Lard and Curves."

"Nice! Hey, mind rubbing my belly? It's been aching all night, I could use a little rub."

"Sure thing," Ray agreed. Ray lifted up Don's shirt and started rubbing his soft creamy belly.

"You're shirt's starting to get a bit tight on you?" Don said.

Ray looked down to see that every layer, every curve, every detail was visible. It looked like his shirt was glued to his body. And his pants... his ass looked huge in them. Thighs were begging for more room! The button is barely holding on.

"You've got it all nicely tucked in and everything!" Don began. "I'm surprised it hasn't popped or ripped or something like that."

"Same here," Ray said.

Ray went back to his section and massaged all his curves. He had grown considerably large by then. His stomach protruding way out. His butt hugging his pants. His moobs, very visible. He knew his next feeding would pop his shirt and pants right off his body, but he awaited his next meal anyway.

It's 12:15pm. Ray inserted the tube back into his mouth. The laptop once again bounced onto his lap. He inputted the options. He inputted 25 pounds every hour. Ray decided he should just think instead of occupying him with something to do. He pressed the red button and the baby back rib flavored lard made its way down his throat. He looked down at his belly started to smile. He originally wanted to come here just for the extra cash and a jump start to his next career, but he really liked the way his body was turning out. The reason why Ray got fired from his job because he wasn't the ideal size. He was a baseball umpire. In 22nd century baseball, all the players must be over 500 pounds, and the umpire must be over 400 pounds. The only reason Ray got hired in the first place was because the team needed an umpire and he was the only one that was applying to be one.

Ray started to think why he was so thin his whole life and why he didn't want to change and get fat. In school, all the kids would bully (if they could catch up that is) or tease him since he was the thin kid. But for as long as he remembered, when Ray ate, nothing really happened. He guessed that he had a fast metabolism, which made sense. All his parents, grandparents, and ancestors had fast metabolisms, so he'd have one too.

BAM! His button popped off and his belly started to move out. It was now free. He looked at his glorious pudgy belly. It felt so nice that it was free, that it had room to breathe. But his butt and moobs still longed for freedom.

The tube stopped stuffing lard into Ray's tummy. Ray got up and went back down to the closet in Floor 1. He opened the closet door to find some sort of elastic suit with a card on top of it with the name his name written on it. It's like they knew his clothes would give in.

He took his shirt off first. And his moobs were finally free. He looked down at the curvy balls of fat pouched on top of his thick and heavy tummy. Not to mention the curves on his hips were smooth and round. He then removed his pants, letting his ass fly out. It felt like a piano has been sitting on his butt for a day, but just then, someone helped him out and it was sore, but it felt so nice to be free. He put on the elastic suit. It looked very tight on the outside - all his layers, pouches, and details were visible, but it was quite roomy in the inside.

It was 5:00pm. Ray went back to his post and did the usual thing. This time, he'd be consuming 45 pounds of muffin flavored belly curve formula. He assumed that the belly curve formula just was a greater version standard curve formula. Ray inserted 15 pounds every half hour. Pay pressed the red button and was greeted with an amazing chocolate muffin artificial flavor.

He decided to play a game this time, so an Xbox One came flying out and the controller landed in his hand. The game was dubbed Tummy Pump Factory Inc. It was a simulation / management game; it was like you're the owner of Tummy Pump Factory and you get to decide where to put everyone. He had a lot of fun playing with the different sized men drinking up various forms of formulas and lards until the tube stopped squirting out delicious formula.

The game finished, but the belly curve formula still went on. He decided to enjoy and relax while he was getting filled to the brim with high-fat formulas. He couldn't wait to see his end result.

The formula stopped squirting out food. Ray couldn't wait any longer for his next meal. Now he was going to consume 5 pounds of chocolate shake. He put 5 gallons every 1 gallon every three minutes. He pressed the red button and the shake made its new home in Ray's belly. Ray started to rub his plump belly. He started to massage it, play with it, and caress it. Someone even whistled at his belly. There was so much new fat, folds had formed, moobs had grew, ass had expanded, cheeks had inflated, chin grew a new friend, and his belly grew in a nice and fast rate.

Finally, Ray was done for the day. His chair was reclined back and turned to his side. He couldn't wait for his final day.