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Winds picked up speed as the surging storm overhead grew angrier; Rumble cursed how he let himself get caught up in the heavy rain. He had no need to leave his house that day, yet for some reason he thought it'd be a good idea to travel outside Bandle City. This was precisely the reason why he always gave things a second thought.

He searched for anything that he could take shelter in, though the lack of light and the deluge of rainwater was making that a particularly hard feat to accomplish.

And yet he could still make out a building in the distance. He wasn't sure what it was exactly, but he knew that it beat the hell out of the tree that he was standing under. Satisfied that it was safe to move, he made a mad dash to the structure, opening and closing the door in one swift motion.

Exhaustion almost took hold of Rumble, but he held together just enough to realize that he was soaking wet. With an annoyed sigh, he did his best to wring out as much of the water out of his clothes and fur that he could. He couldn't believe that there were other people who actually enjoyed being in the rain.

He was about to find a spot in the building to hunker down for the evening, but a sudden sweet aroma got his attention, his brain working to figure out what it was. It smelled familiar to the blue-furred yordle, but he couldn't quite place the scent.

A small walk past the front foyer led him to discover that he was standing in a human warehouse where many different kinds of desserts were made. "Woah, this place is huge!" He marveled at how packed the vast amount of space was with multitudes of boxes of goodies. It amazed him just how many different confectionary treats were produced here. "Huh, no wonder so many of them are overweight."

The seemingly endless stacks of boxes gave him tons of perfect nooks and crannies to choose to sleep the storm away, but his mind was a little preoccupied with something else. Admittedly, he hadn't eaten yet that day, and the smell of potential food was making his hunger gnaw at him.

Rumble's eyes were immediately drawn to the first box in front of him, one packed to the brim with cartons of donuts. A small part of him felt bad that he even considered taking one for himself, but the louder, hungrier part overwhelmed that and thought that no one would notice if a single pack went missing.

His mind made up, he sliced the tape up in order to open the box and grabbed the first package that he could. The smell of deep-fried dough rings permeated through the cardboard, becoming even stronger when the lid was unfastened; his mouth instantly salivated as his olfactory nerves processed the heavenly aroma.

Without thinking, his hand grabbed one of the donuts and he took a bite, moaning with his mouth full at how good it tasted. He usually wouldn't do something like that, but the amount of hunger that he had would've made anything taste amazing by that point.

Rumble wondered how fresh they were. He saw that the carton was stamped with that day's date, but he had a feeling that the donuts would last for some time due to the amount of preservatives baked into them.

Before he knew it, the entire donut was done and swallowed, yet he still wasn't sated. So he ate a second one, and then a third one. This was more fried cake than he'd normally eat at once, but this might've been the only meal he'd had that day, so he had to make it count.

Soon over half of the box was finished, however, he wasn't ready to call it quits just yet. He'd never eaten an entire package of donuts in his life and the prospect of doing so enticed him, if only to say that he'd done it. Besides, he still had some room left. What could it hurt?

His stomach, for one thing, as by the time he had two donuts left he could feel the effects of so much food being crammed into his comparatively small belly. All his bravado of tackling what felt like an impossible task had melted away, replaced with regret for foolishly trying something he wasn't ready for. He rarely overate, but at least he had an idea of how to combat it.

Taking a deep breath, Rumble snatched one of the remaining donuts and stuffed as much of it as he could into his mouth and chewed, his jaw working overtime. It was difficult, but he got through it, meaning that he had just the one left. His hand trembling, he hesitantly grabbed the last one and tried the same method, only to nearly choke; clearly he needed to take this one slower. He mustered all of the willpower that he could find and took bite after bite, finishing the dessert after what felt like an eternity. Damn everyone else, he did it!

He didn't feel like cheering much, though. Licking the icing off of his lips, he stumbled back against one of the large boxes and failed to stifle a belch. He'd just about hit full stomach capacity after downing the whole container. There wasn't anything he wanted to do now but relax.

Rumble was having trouble keeping his eyes open since eating all that food, his stomach toiling away at digesting everything. He didn't exactly have the energy to lift himself onto one of the crates to rest, which then made it a pleasant surprise to find a smaller box that he was able to crawl onto.

With a yawn to send him off to his dreams, he passed out.

***

The storm was still rampaging outside as Rumble regained consciousness. He wasn't sure just how long he was out for, but it felt like he slept for days considering how rested he felt. It miffed him that the weather outside hadn't changed much, but he wasn't about to complain about having a dry place to stay in.

A quick glance at the clock showed that he'd been out for several hours, which genuinely floored him, but then got even more surprised at the fact that he still had the whole place to himself. It was in the midst of daytime work hours, and yet there wasn't a soul in the facility besides himself. He figured that the storm must've been enough to stop everyone from coming in today. Not that he minded, of course.

He pushed himself off of the crate onto his feet, only to stop when he realized that he felt heavier than he usually did after a nap. A brief look downward at his abdomen revealed the culprit - he'd gained weight. "Now I remember why I don't eat human food all the time. This stuff is delicious, but they use way too much sugar." He grabbed a hold of his newly-formed gut and squeezed it, grimacing at the knowledge of its existence. "Ugh, this is gonna take me ages to work off."

What was worse than that was that it was making noises again despite the large meal he'd stuffed himself with before. With a sigh, he resigned himself to the idea that he'd have to eat again, but it wasn't like he had anything else to do right now.

A quick look around led Rumble to discover that he'd entered the area where the production lines ended; all of the goods made were then packaged up so that they could be shipped out across the world. It actually struck him as ingenious that the humans were able to come up with a design so efficient as he never really regarded them as being all that brilliant.

While all the machinery was currently shut down due to none of the workers being around to operate them, it did give him a good idea as to how it all worked together to make all the desserts.

Rumble found the whole thing fascinating just how little human interaction was needed to keep the factory running. He knew that every so often something would go wrong, but it seemed like the most that the workers would have to do was to monitor the lines, which they didn't even have to be on the floor for considering the amount of cameras everywhere.

He then stumbled across a vat with some vaguely white fluid inside it, and while he got a giggle thinking of what it could be, the sweet aroma it gave off indicated that it was something that belonged here.

Rumble daintily stuck his pinky finger into the mystery substance, only to see that it had a little bit of hold to it. A single lick was all he needed to verify his suspicion - it was pastry cream, and a fucking delicious one at that.

That got his hunger to roar once more, not close to being satisfied with just a dollop of filling. With a shrug, he wandered back to the packaging area to see what other goodies he could dig up.

Just as he suspected, Rumble found a crate crammed with cream-filled donuts. A smile lit up his face as he found exactly what he was looking for. If the cream tasted that good on its own, there's no telling what it'd be like in the final product!

Ravenously, he stuffed the whole donut into his mouth without so much as even regarding it. It made him sad that he couldn't really savour it as much as he wanted to as his hands had already grabbed the next two and began shoveling them in after the first one. They were just so good!

More and more fried treats disappeared down Rumble's greedy gullet until, finally, he'd cleaned out the entire box. It was shocking that he'd done it so easily this time compared to his first, but what was even more shocking was that he was still hungry. Had he just gone without sugar for so long that he'd gotten the mother of all cravings, or was this stuff really that good? The answer didn't matter; he needed more.

Wanting to try something different, he looked around to see what else was next to him, his gaze eventually landing on a crate of packaged eclairs. He snickered, liking the idea of having a theme with his food.

The eclairs tasted just as good, if not more so than the previous two boxes of donuts. There was something about the chocolate icing that made it last on Rumble's tongue much longer than he anticipated. He nearly had the filling blow out when he first took a bite, not realizing where the puncture hole of the dessert was located but was quickly able to avert the crisis with a few more careful bites.

Soon the whole box was empty just like the others, leaving him very content with his meal. Thankfully for him, he didn't feel like dozing off again.

This gave Rumble another opportunity to meander through the factory to see what else he could find there. A turn in a different direction revealed a multitude of tanks, no doubt holding more of the fantastic cream inside them. There actually were windows on one side of them to show their contents, leading him to realize that there were way more flavours used here than he initially realized. It made him want to try each and every one for himself.

He then noticed an array of tubes dangling from the ceiling with what looked like mechanisms that were used to move them around the factory. Tracing them to their origin showed that they were actually connected to the tanks, meaning that they were likely used to refill the vats out on the production line whenever they ran out. Heh, the thought of having his own tube feeding him whenever he got hungry felt incredibly useful, if a little silly.

Unbeknownst to Rumble, his metabolism had been hard at work digesting his meals into tons of calories for his body to use. Well, it would be using them if he didn't already have a bunch of pudge that was currently being added onto.

All of the tasty desserts were quickly and quietly being broken down and turned into fat that was beginning to cake his frame. His limbs and torso would be easy to notice if he knew to look, but it was hard for him to tell while walking.

Rumble couldn't believe just how big this place was; he felt like he'd been walking around for hours even though it hadn't nearly been that long yet. His legs were definitely starting to feel sore, however, so he opted to stop for a little bit to give them some rest. He almost swore that Bandle City was smaller than this building.

Somehow, someway, he always ended up back by all the packed up desserts at the far end of the factory, as if he were instinctively drawn to them. He found it kind of funny that the crate that he sat down on wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as it was when he tried it the night before, but he chalked it up to getting used to the feeling of the wooden containers.

After all that exercise, Rumble thought that he'd deserved a treat and broke into yet another unopened crate, this time finding many different flavours of danishes. With a grin, he greedily tore open the packaging and began devouring them without a second thought.

The pastries didn't last very long once he got a hold of them. Within minutes, the entire package had been emptied, leaving a very satisfied blue-furred yordle in its wake.

The rain hadn't dissipated yet, certainly making this the storm of the century. It made Rumble happy that he managed to find some place with a ton of food to take shelter in. There likely wasn't another building in the area at all, so not even he knew how he'd end up.

Laying back against the sturdy wooden frame of another crate felt great to him right now - maybe a little too great. Something seemed more off to him than usual, so he jumped onto his feet and instantly felt what the problem was.

Rumble was heavy, at least for a yordle. His formerly svelte body had bloated out with lard that weighed him down. It wasn't like movement was suddenly an issue to him, but it was instantly noticeable. "Ah shit, I shouldn't have kept eating this stuff." He grimaced, his hands resting on his much larger paunch.

For as long as he could remember, he never had a gut like he did now. Hell, not a single part of his body was ever as thick as it was now!

"I think I've overstayed my welcome here, storm or no storm." Rumble sighed as he looked down at his fat-laden body, feeling how squishy his arms have gotten. He was about to head to the door to set out back into the untamed wilderness until, with perfect timing, his gut rumbled to life yet again. He couldn't actually believe it, but he was hungry already.

His eyes instantly gazed back at the myriad of crates with ravenous intent, biting his bottom lip as he fought an internal battle - he could run away while he still had the chance, or let himself consume more since he was already here. His choice was obvious.

Rumble lunged for another crate, opening it up to reveal several pre-sliced cakes sealed inside. Grabbing one package, he tore it open and devoured it slice by slice, leaving nary a crumb in his wake. He wasn't about to be satisfied with just one.

The slew of flavours danced on his tongue while he stuffed his gob with spongy cake. Not only did the sweet bread offer up a variety of tastes due to the morsels of nuts and chocolates baked into it, but the layers were separated by various creams and jams, adding an even greater range of depth to the foodstuff. He'd demolished three of the desserts before he knew it.

As much as Rumble hated that he couldn't control himself just now, the feeling of fullness was worth every pang of regret that coursed through him.

He felt that he had earned another rest since he'd made it through half a box of dessert this time. All thoughts of leaving quieted down as tiredness overtook him, spurring him to resign himself with his back leaning against a wall. If there was one thing that his evergrowing padding was good for, it was that it made every surface comfortable to sit down on. It wasn't soon after that that his eyes grew heavy, and he fell back asleep.

***

The sound of his own snoring startled Rumble awake, who was having the strangest dream of being trapped in a factory of desserts and had no choice but to eat his way out. It was jarring, to be sure, and not something that he ever recalled conceiving before. A quick rub of his eyes to regain his bearings showed him that it might not have been far from the truth at all as every one of his appendages jiggled when he moved. That might not have been all that bad if he didn't hear his heavy gut groan with agony from being empty. Man, he really was living a nightmare!

Well, that wasn't entirely true - he could leave whenever he wanted to. He wasn't going to, obviously, not when he had a rumbling stomach to fill.

He shook his head to rid himself of the imagined thoughts, though they were already fading fast by then. Of course he was fat, he'd been stuffing his face with treats for a while now, and he was going to do it again just as soon as he got up.

That was easier said than done as he hadn't had enough time to get used to his much larger body, which was clearly lardier than when he went to bed. He wobbled a lot more than he did mere hours ago, but at the very least he could say that he wasn't the fattest person that he'd ever seen. Still, even something as miniscule as ten pounds on a yordle's frame was enough to throw them into 'overweight' territory, and Rumble had comfortably a few pounds more than that.

What was most shocking to him, however, was that he... kinda liked it? He examined himself a bit and concluded that, yeah, it wasn't all that bad and was kind of pleasant. It was no secret to anyone that he yearned to be bigger than he used to be as he was one of the runtiest yordles around and the butt of everyone's jokes. But now? Well, it wasn't exactly how he pictured himself getting bigger, but he was getting bigger, and bigger was good.

The growling emanating from his underfed stomach came out much louder now, indicating that he'd taken far too long checking himself out and not long enough stuffing himself silly. Time to change that.

The crate closest to him contained several packages of cannoli inside it, which Rumble smirked at as those wouldn't even be much of a challenge at this point. He tore a box open and started shoveling them into his greedy gullet, eventually discovering that he could shove more than one at a time into his mouth. Never before had he given into hedonistic desires like this, but decided that everyone should try it some time, whatever their craving was.

He could already feel his gut go to work on those calories, turning the desserts into yet more pudge to be packed onto his frame. His concerns had flown out the window by this point and he just kept cramming more and more food down his greedy gullet, eventually hitting the bottom of the crate and discovering that he'd consumed its contents entirely. No one else would believe that he was capable of doing that all by himself, but he did it! Fuck yeah, he felt super proud of that.

The feeling of more fat caking onto his steadily growing body felt as natural as continually feeling hungry to Rumble, who'd broken into another crate and eagerly dug into it. He didn't feel like it was only his stomach getting filled by these sweet treats, but also his soul. This was what he needed to make himself feel better. The world would get to know the bigger, better Rumble _very_soon.

There was one slight complication with the blue-furred yordle's plan to keep eating when he could, and that was that his clothes were starting to feel really constricting. While his gear had some give to it thanks to it needing to be flexible, it was in no way meant to contain the bulk of a yordle expanding as rapidly as he was. Rips had formed where the material of his attire couldn't strain any further, which only weakened it more. A whole tray of baklava was the straw that broke the camel's back, shredding his clothing into thousands of pieces that lay strewn across the ground.

Rumble couldn't think of many things that would've gotten him to stop eating, but suddenly finding himself naked on account of his constant engorging sprung to the top of his list. It was then that he got a much closer look at his lard-laden body, really enjoying what he was seeing.

Fat hung off of his arms, wiggling as he moved his limbs in front of his vision. His flabby moobs drooped, falling on top of his chest whenever he lifted one. His torso was now wider than the doorway to his home, while his belly in particular was broad and soft enough to be used by someone as a pillow. And his ass, how much it expanded! He'd likely break any chair that he sat in now, though he wondered if he could work his way up to destroying sofas.

Yeah, this was great; only the most important people in history were heavy. That was him now - he was important, or at least he would be when the people back in Bandle City got a good, long look at him.

All of this fondling was making Rumble feel especially euphoric. The sensation of groping his extra cushioning was sending pleasurable ripples up his spine, but it was also signaling another part of his body. On top of the rest of his form growing bulkier, so too did his manhood. It nearly left him speechless.

"Huh." He hefted the now-titanic schlong in one hand. It looked to be the thickness of a bottle of wine that he could find in a store, far from the miniscule pecker that he used to have. "That's, uh... not what I was expecting to happen." What amazed him the most was that it wasn't comprised of wobbling chonk like the rest of him was, but of the same spongy tissue that it was already made of. The only explanation was that yordle magic worked in mysterious ways. Hey, he wasn't one to complain; this was awesome!

The surprises kept rolling in once Rumble uncovered the state of his balls. His mouth fell agape - each testicle was larger than his fist! "Hell yeah, I'm the most hung badass in all of Bandle!" Truth be told, he wasn't particularly vainglorious in the slightest. He was actually quite humble if one got to know him. Still, everyone deserved a chance to gloat about something once in a while, him included. "Wait till the guys see me now."

This called for a celebration, and he knew exactly how best to party. His other hand shot to his crotch where both began to stroke his endowment to full mast. In an instant he was rock-solid, his testicles roiling with virile seed. Every stroke of his rod sent shivers racing up his spine, a testament to how sensitive his throbbing pillar had become.

Every bob of his hands sent euphoric pulses to his prostate, which in turn caused his cock to drool rivulets of preseed down the shaft. His slickened length allowed him to rub harder and faster than before. One hand let go of the throbbing pole and traveled up his torso, finding purchase on a thick moob and groping it. How he wished he knew sooner that being this fat would feel so damn good.

Rumble's tongue lolled out of his mouth as release drew closer. Every slap of his pendulous balls on his thunder thighs sent him that much closer to the edge, as well as every time that his fingers grazed the head of his dick. His breathing grew laboured the longer that it went on, until he felt the pressure build in his taint. It wasn't soon before long that he experienced the most pleasurable climax in his life.

Pearlescent cum shot from his dick in long, sticky ropes, right onto the floor in front of him. Every spasm of his yordlehood blasted spunk in an arc, pooling around the shreds of his former clothes. It was almost freeing in a sense. He was a new man, capable of bigger and better things than ever before.

He wheezed when his cock finally flagged, bracing a hand against the wall for support. As glorious as his orgasm was, it took a lot out of him, and he likely needed to compensate for the lost calories with more sugar-laden foodstuffs. The sole issue was that jerking off also felt as amazing as gaining weight did, and he couldn't do both at the same time. If only there was some way that he could...

That's when he had a brilliant idea - what if he could automate one of those?

With a huff, Rumble pushed himself totally upright and began his search, his walk developing into a bit of a waddle. He knew exactly what he was looking for, but he wasn't entirely sure where to find it. Every corner that he turned down brought him something new to look at, but none of it was what he wanted. He'd have thought that venturing into the heart of the factory would've made exploration easy.

It wasn't until the yordle made it into an area of the floor that had a bit of a clearing did he find what he was looking for - the main computer. "Ah, the answer to all my problems." It controlled every piece of machinery in the entire plant, from all the conveyor belts to the robots that packed the crates for shipping. This was the key that he needed.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Rumble got right into tapping away at the keyboard. While his body might be slow, his mind was still as sharp as tack, effortlessly getting into the system despite not having any of the necessary credentials. Once inside, it took him no time at all to figure out how to operate the controls to the machinery. That got a plan to start formulating in his head.

The question then became how he wanted to go about doing this. He learned that some conveyors could be moved around, and also understood how those hoses were navigated through the place. All he needed now was the perfect spot to make the magic happen, and a quick glance behind him at the open floor gave him all the information that he required. He felt himself chub up at the thought of getting the factory to do his work for him.

Pleased with how the computer had been reprogrammed, Rumble activated it before standing back and watching the programming get to work, the biggest grin on his face.

Right on cue, he could see some conveyors being transported to his location from tracks in the ceiling, forming a line that ended at him. Just to make sure that his changes had truly taken effect, the blue-furred yordle shifted around the area a bit, pleased to watch the belts follow his every move thanks to utilizing the cameras in the room. Score one for yordle ingenuity.

Various desserts had now begun to travel down the conveyors to his location, a product of making the packing robots instead take the desserts out of the boxes and send them his way. The speed of the treats on the belts seemed daunting at first, but he had an appetite a mile wide, and wasn't about to be afraid of something that he specifically looked forward to.

Rumble unceremoniously plopped his fat ass onto the floor and observed how the end conveyor readjusted itself for his height just as the first of the donuts trickled off of it and landed in his mouth. The fried cake tasted almost as sweet as the thought that he jerry-rigged the factory to feed him all the foodstuffs held within it. "I'm a genius!" He shouted after swallowing down the dessert.

The rest of the tray soon followed, accompanied by the remainder of the contents from that box. He greedily wolfed down everything that got delivered to his mouth, feeling the effects of stuffing his gut with so many empty calories.

His waistline began to expand in real time, first by a couple inches, and then soaring past that when the cameras detected the change in his size. The speed of the belts sped up to match his gains, dropping off apple fritters by the dozen now. He figured that all of the packing robots were on the job now and weren't going to stop until every single one of those boxes were stripped clean of all of their crumbs.

The sheer amount of calories that the blue-furred yordle was consuming had kicked his metabolism into overdrive, processing all the sugar-laden foodstuffs almost as soon as they entered his rapacious stomach. Adipose piled onto his frame faster than he'd ever seen before. He ballooned outward in every direction, taking up more and more of the factory floor with every bite.

Rumble's belly no longer resembled a beach ball like it did before he started this current feast. It bulged out like thick dough getting forced into a piping bag, only there was no extrusion about to take place. Instead, it surged ever greater as it swept like a wave of molasses along the tiled floor, giving ample room for his enlarging moobs to rest on. His chest, too, was caked with lard, and only growing larger as the seconds ticked on.

And then there was his ass. What was once a plush posterior padded with enough fat to make anything feel like a comfortable seat had exploded in size, now racing to match his burgeoning gut. Each of his cheeks far surpassed his initial weight coming into this factory and was now well on their way to outclassing the crates of goodies that used to be piled around the facility.

Now to be outdone, Rumble's cock swelled in tandem with his veritable ocean of rolls, growing larger than the yordle was before discovering his love of eating. The turgid mass had veins snaking along its length, pulsating in sync with his heart beat. His balls, too, bloated with cum, ballooning in size to keep up with the rest of him. They churned with need as his meatlog oozed precious preseed.

It became a challenge for him not to moan while being fed, both from the ecstasy of getting filled to the brim with tasty baked goods, and from his undulating lard caressing his monster hog. The conveyor belts were nearing their maximum speed, yet it still wasn't enough for the yordle's appetite. He craved more.

The faster that Rumble's pudge spread outward, the more that it sprouted upward as well. He found his point of view rising as the calories continued flowing down his throat. He considered himself lucky that the belts were capable of vertical movement and was happy that he was smart enough to use them in a more befitting way than whatever the humans would've thought of.

One thing that he didn't entirely think of was his limbs getting swallowed up by his ever-expanding sea of fat. Of course it made sense in hindsight given that he was eating the contents of a warehouse, but it puzzled him as to how he'd leave the place now. Perhaps his friends might come looking for him and stumble upon his glorious form. He just hoped that he didn't shrink down too much before then.

The sad reality of there being a limited amount of treats in one place is that eventually they'd run out, but not before doing a number to Rumble's frame. His stomach gurgled as it digested the rest of the desserts, instantaneously turning it into lard as the calories were consumed. Unfortunately, there wasn't a scale around to let him know how gigantic he'd gotten, but with how large the room in the factory was, his rough estimate was that he was encroaching on the size of a human house. It wasn't bad, but he knew that he could do better.

That's where step two of his plan came into effect. Now that all the physical desserts were devoured, the conveyors automatically moved themselves out of the way. What took its place was the biggest of the tubes that he saw earlier, fed by a vat that was programmed to drain the surrounding tanks of all their delicious fluids. His mouth salivated at the thought of being filled with that rich, delectable dream again, and he could surely put a lot of it away at once with how globular his chipmunk cheeks had become.

The end of the hose descended precisely in the spot where Rumble's mouth was, exactly as he programmed it to. He groaned in delight when he tasted the raspberry jam that the tube was last used to transport.

As if on cue, the pump siphoning out the sweet confections whirred to life, driving the first of many liquids to the yordle. He moaned aloud when the taste of milk chocolate icing slid down the back of his throat, doing its damndest to fill the glutton up. It didn't, of course, but it did add to his megatonnage little by little.

The process was a lot smoother now that Rumble's intake was consistent. Steadily he blorped out, his fat billowing and sagging like flowing lava as calories were converted to bulk. His diamond-hard cock and tumescent balls were just about the only things that could withstand the flood of pudge as machinery once used to make all of the desserts were knocked out of the way to make room for more of him. The thought alone spurted out what was probably a gallon of precum.

Chocolate became vanilla cream, heavy enough to have been likely churned into the filling for ice cream sandwiches. The deluge of lard continued its onslaught as more and more of the surrounding area was enveloped by blue-furred adipose. His fat was now so heavy that in addition to all the equipment being pushed around, a lot of it was also getting crushed by the perpetually hungry yordle. It was almost enough to make him cum then and there. Almost.

Speaking of, his dick now wouldn't fit through any of the entrances to the factory as the head was far too big; not even the copious amounts of lube that he produced would be enough to squeeze it through. Were he to think far enough ahead, he'd have tried to find something to use in the computer's database to suction up all of his output and add it to the various other liquids he was ingesting. It would've given an interesting juxtaposition to all the sweetness he was gobbling down, but what he was really interested in was the potential mass that he'd gain from absorbing it all. Oh well, he'd try again next time if he ever got that chance.

The tube now delivered blueberry jelly into Rumble's voracious maw, a fitting confection for the blue-furred yordle. He slurped down the sugary preserve with gusto to fill the ever-increasing hole in his gut. As much as he loved everything that was forced into his mouth, it just wasn't enough for him now. He needed more.

He'd get his wish as his flab eventually backed up against the wall with the main computer on it, his several long tons smothering the electronics. The mainframe couldn't withstand the added weight and collapsed under the pressure of so much pudge.

That sent the pump into overdrive, now running far beyond what the manufacturer designated as its rated speed. The result was the various fluids being crammed into his mouth at a breakneck pace, which alarmed him at first, but he relished in the opportunity to take in more at a faster rate. He wagered that he could suck everything down before the pump wore out.

Hungrily, Rumble continued his gulping, his rate of expansion across the factory floor being tenfold what it was before. Never had there been a living person, let alone a yordle, reaching this size, to which his testosterone factories roiled with jizz at the thought. He wanted the size and the prestige that came with it; he deserved it!

The vat kept the different flavours shooting through the tube at a rapid rate, potentially dangerous for anyone but the yordle. He savoured the way his cliff wall of belly fat washed over his leviathan erection like an ever-growing weighted blanket; the feeling brought him nearer and nearer to orgasm.

Rumble kept gulping even though he was red in the face, half from keeping pace with the pump and half because he was the fucking horniest that he'd ever been. Turning into a literal mountain of fat as the best thing that had ever happened to him, and his taint throbbed with the urge to let his balls blow. He wasn't ready for that just yet and edged himself for the correct moment.

His face had all but been swallowed up by his neck fat, now a divot in his sea of flab just like his hands and feet. His expansive cheeks were beginning to redden from the immense pressure of the tube, and he was doing his best to hold on. More and more of various liquids were stuffed down the pipe, making hundreds of pounds stack onto his frame within seconds. It was almost becoming too much.

That's when Rumble felt the last of the fluid flood into his mouth, coupled with the loud bang that signaled that the motor had given out. Without warning, the hose had been yanked from his mouth, alleviating enough tension in his gut to give out a belch that rattled the nearby windows. At last, his stomach could settle!

But not for long, as the instant that his concentration was broken was the instant the barrage of spunk pouring out from his cock began. His brain was too awash with pleasure to vocalize how much he loved this, but the way that his rolls jiggled from his prick spasming was more than enough visual evidence.

White, hot seed splashed against the wall, parting equally in both directions as it flooded throughout the factory. Were he able to notice, he'd congratulate the factory designers for developing a wall that could withstand him cumming at it!

Rumble's cum tanks emptied at a rate similar to what the pipe flowed at, shooting with enough force for the remnants of his loads to be powerful enough to push machinery over. Soon most of the factory floor was covered in a thick layer of yordlebatter, at least what wasn't able to seep through the drains littered around the place.

It was several, long moments after it started, but the blue-furred yordle's cataclysmic eruption finally came to a halt, only following a few more bursts that would put the most virile of men to shame.

Rumble had finally done it - he'd successfully devoured the entirety of a factory warehouse and become the living embodiment of hedonism. His multi tons of flab covered a good portion of the floor, with practically all equipment pushed aside to make room for him. There was a good chance that there was more yordle mass in this building than there was in the whole of Bandle City! The thought nearly made his gargantuan schlong come alive again.

The only questions that remained now were if and when his friends would come find him. Surely they'd want to, because then they'd get to gaze upon the majesty of all his pudge. Heh, he'd probably get a ton of complements on his massive achievement, he was sure of it. Maybe he'd get a few of them horny for him on their own.

Yup, it was only a matter of time now.