Creamed
Creamed The rottweiler jimmied the lock again, finally succeeding in opening the antique. the icecream shop was quiet, having closed earlier today. and scotty was hungry for an all you can eat icecream feast. he knew just what to do, earlier in the week he watched an employee empty a machine for cleaning, he used a hose that clamped onto the soft serve nozzle to route the icecream into a bucket, they was hanging under the counter. before long scotty sat before the bank of machines that churned out the soft dairy confection. he suckled the chocolate hose while he pulled the vannila handle down. two hoses at once for the classic swirl.
as he gulped to smooth blend down, his shirts started to ride ver his brown and white belly. scotty rubbed it's cool mass, tail wagging all the while. he sampled all sorts of flavors unable to stick to one for more than a moment, his icecream gut was growing tight and full, so he decided after the next flavor to call it a night. it was then he saw it."Buttercotch..." his all time favorite. the greedy mongral wobbled over, hose in hand and began to eat the sweet, golden, butterfat mixture. it was at this time his greed had caught up to him, his weight began to cause his claws to slide over the polished floor. he tumbled forward into the machine, teeth being driven into the rubber nozzle in his mouth. the rotty sat dazed against the cabinets for a moment, before realising he was still eating.
*Gulp* *Gulp* *Gulp* the hose forced the sweet mixture into his mouth. he reached for the handle, but found it to far away. he pushed at the floor but had grown to heavy with his overindulgance. he whimpered, rubbing the sensitive stretched skin that was becoming exposed to the air. *Gulp* *Gulp* *Gulp* he was in agony. the dog scratched at the cabinets as he was forced onto his back *Gulp* bigger *Gulp* rounder *Gulp* fuller *Gulp* tighter. he cried, hoping help would come soon, but the first shift didn't start til noon tomarrow, nearly ten hours away. stretch marks began to rip at his tender skin, his belly now past his knees. the sixty gallon machine continued tu pump him fool of thick custard
he watched in terror as a line on his belly skin began to split, it appeared over the horizon of his swollen girth, and raced up towards his chest, dissapearing under his shirt. another branched of and divided itself along his pecks*Gulp* *Gulp* *Gulp* the skin pulled apart*Gulp* *Gulp* *Gulp* stomach sac and intestines sliding onto the marble tiles. he screamed through the butterscotch goo*Gulp* *Gulp* *Gulp* eyes rolling for an escape*Gulp* *Gulp* *Gulp* the stomach sac rested in the gore, bloating with every swallow*Gulp* *Gulp* *Gulp* *Splash*, he was sparyed with his own cold blood. he quietly went into shock, and died. the machine resumed churning out the creamy frozen treat.