Pipe Dream

He shifted groggily in the dark room, he thought it was a room at least, his arms shook as he pushed himself up from the floor and stood. “Hello!?” He called out. The word echoed weirdly, as if he was in some deep subterranean cavern. He trembled and wrapped his arms around himself, despite it being fairly warm, looking around wildly. 

The room was featureless and bathed in shadows, but eventually he realized he could see…so there was a source of light somewhere nearby. He didn’t call out again but began trying to blunder his way to a wall, an idea he gave up on after walking for several minutes in one direction with his hands groping out in front of him but finding nothing. Yet, the gloom continued to lessen as he stared around anxiously. Finally he figured out which way the light was coming from and started cautiously in that direction. A few minutes later he discovered that the room…if it was a room…was not completely featureless. 

There was a circular hole in the ceiling, at least 200 feet above his head, with a long gray pipe extending down into the room. He continued to walk toward it, and eventually he came close enough to see that the pipe was at least as big around as his upper thigh, and that it ended about eight feet above the floor. At that point it was replaced by a hose…or a tube of the same thickness which extended most of the remaining distance toward the floor. Though the air in the room was completely still, the tube swayed slightly, and now that he was closer he could see that there was a kind of sculpted nozzle on the end. It was curved and pitted as if it was meant to be clamped tightly to something. 

“What is this place..?” He murmured looking up at the tube and pipe, “Some kind of… oil tanker station?” He shivered again continuing toward the slowly swaying tube. The movement was hypnotic, it seemed to beckon to him. 

As there was nothing else in the area that he could see, he might as well inspect it. And besides, though he’d never been much of a climber…maybe he could shimmy up the thing and wiggle through the opening? 

The tube was huge, if it weren’t for the nozzle he could have fit his head inside it. He walked around it, looking at the nozzle warily as if it were a sleeping serpent that might awaken and strike if he made too much noise. At the base of the nozzle it was as big around as his knee but by the end it was no bigger around than the opening of a soda bottle. He shivered again as it swayed more noticeably, as if in response to that mental comparison. Again it seemed to beckon him, and a moment later he noticed that there was some kind of fluid dripping from the tip. In the gloom he couldn’t make out the color of it, but he was suddenly struck by the smell. Chocolate, warm and sweet and creamy. His stomach rumbled softly, and he felt like he hadn’t eaten in days…in fact he couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten. 

To take his mind off of his hunger he looked around; with his eyes better adjusted to the gloom he could now see that there were curved patterns on the floor. The first set enclosed a space about 4 feet across with the center just about directly under the tube, a few droplets of that chocolatey smelling something serving as the center point. The pattern wasn’t quite circular, it looked familiar somehow but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He walked to the edge of the first pattern and rubbed his foot over it, the rubber of his sneaker’s sole scraped over a groove. “Odd…” He looked further out, and another 5 or 6 feet away he could see another pattern enclosing this first one. The lines of this one were rounder and formed a slightly different shape. Walking over to it and rubbing his foot on the line revealed this one to have a groove in it as well. Further away from the tube it was significantly darker, but he could see two more “patterns” before the distance and gloom were too much to see through.

Turning away from this new, odd, detail he swung his arms around him, making his t-shirt rustle and flap slightly over his fairly trim midsection as he walked back toward what he assumed must be the center of the room. Eventually he turned his attention back to the tube overhead, and tried not to breathe too much of that intoxicating chocolatey aroma. He shook his head looked up at the tube, and tracked it upward to the pipe and then to the opening in the ceiling. “Okay…try not to think about the High School rope climb…try not to think about the rope climb.” He muttered to himself as he stepped forward and grasped the tube. 

The material of the tube was soft, like rubber, but smoother. It squished and molded to his hands as he gripped it. There was a subtle vibration going through it, and he heard more of that chocolatey fluid dribble out of the nozzle, pattering onto the stone floor and releasing more of that tantalizing aroma. His stomach responded with a much louder rumble but he grimaced and made himself start to climb. The tube made for great handholds, and after a few minutes he was seven feet above the floor. 

“I guess…what gym class…was really missing to motivate me…was getting stranded in a nearly…pitch…black creepy cavern room warehouse thing.” He grunted as he hauled himself higher. 

To his surprise, the tube portion didn’t so much stop as it reached the pipe. It transitioned. The material became more unyielding and harder, like plastic, the closer he got to the “pipe” portion. This surface was much more difficult to grasp, and the sweat that he’d worked up from his climb made matters worse. He tried to grab the pipe past the last bit of its malleable section and his hand immediately slipped. 

He fell. Only managing to catch the tube with his legs briefly which slowed his rapid descent enough that it didn’t hurt very much when he slammed backward onto the floor. He barely noticed a slight clicking noise, but the light in the cave-room-place got brighter for a moment, and then with a second click darkness descended once more.

Normally that might have intrigued him more, but the tube was swinging around in wide circles, jostled by his fall; droplets of the chocolatey smelling fluid sprayed from the nozzle and several splattered onto his face. This close, the scent was completely enthralling, his stomach roared and he couldn’t help letting out a moan due to the force of his hunger pang.

It smelled like…all of his favorite chocolate desserts; hot fudgy brownies, rich decadent ice creams, and warm gooey chocolate chip cookies. Without even having to think about it, his tongue moved around his lips, collecting a few of the drops. His stomach rumbled again, hunger surging immediately past starving to ravenous and at the same time a warm sensation spread over his body. He had half a second to puzzle over that feeling before hunger took precedence, the growling coming from his belly was so loud that he could plainly hear it, it even echoed around the vast chamber. 

With a shaking hand, he reached for the tube. Its rapid looping swaying slowed, and the nozzle sailed directly to his palm when he extended his grasp toward it. The tip of the tube was slightly firmer than the material just beyond it, textured almost like a gummy candy. And as he lifted it toward his face, even in the dim light, he could see that there were grooves and indentions in it that looked like they were meant to be clamped by teeth. 

“I guess…that makes sense…because it’s got like, milkshake in it.” He murmured, trying to rationalize the absurdity of a tube of this size being meant to transport milkshake of all substances, and then grimaced again as his stomach roared to be filled. 

Slowly, uncertainly, he moved his mouth toward the nozzle. The chocolate scent got stronger and stronger the closer it came. He was salivating and practically trembling with hunger, but still something made him hesitate…at least until he felt one final and very powerful hunger pang and jammed the end of the tube into his mouth. His jaws fastened around it, and the fit was so perfect and comfortable that he barely noticed the nozzle afterwards. 

He started to suck, slurping at the tube and lapping at the opening with his tongue, eager to taste that chocolate sweetness again. For a moment there was nothing more than a few drops and tantalizing tastes. Then a rivulet of creamy delicious chocolate shake reached his tongue and he moaned with pleasure, gulping it down as quickly as he could. 

The rivulet grew to a steady stream, each time the pressure brought more of the sweet thick shake to his mouth he groaned softly. He hadn’t yet raised himself off of this back, and thought that his shirt and pants had gotten twisted slightly by his fall, and that was what made them feel tighter. But when he put his hands behind him and forced his body into a sitting position he felt something…soft on his midsection settle over his waistband. 

He heard a click again, and felt like his body settled imperceptibly lower. He looked down, the light was getting brighter, he could very clearly see that his chest now sported two smallish moobs and he had a noticeable paunch making itself visible under the hem of his shirt. This sight didn’t cause him to slow his chugging on the shake flowing through the tube, even when he noticed that after each mouthful went down his shirt and pants became slightly tighter. 

He looked around and saw that once he’d propped himself up, his legs just about matched the position of the pattern underneath the tube. A small part of his mind felt dread, but the majority of it was more curious. He looked outward, in the brighter light he could see several more “layers” of curved patterning on the floor past those he’d noticed before. Each extending five or more feet further beyond the previous. He still couldn’t see the walls though.

‘Maybe I should…stop,’ He thought, one hand probing the underside of his right moob, which had grown heavy and soft, curiously. ‘Shouldn’t I be full by now anyway…how long have I been drinking this stuff?”

The answer to the first question was, apparently, no. Despite the answer to the second being, ‘I’m not sure.’ His probing hand slid down his midsection, his paunch (which should probably be called a belly now) was soft and warm, and pulsing outward just a little bit each time he swallowed, the warming sensation was growing stronger as he drank more and more of the chocolate shake. Though the sensation was now almost “hot” he wasn’t sweating or uncomfortable, it was more like coming in from a day of sledding on a cold winter day and sitting by the fire. 

The more he drank, the warmer he felt, and the fatter he got. He looked over himself and realized he was fatter than the kid most of the jocks made fun of back when he’d been in high school. For a second, he panicked and grabbed the tube then yanked on it. What if he got so fat he couldn’t walk? If he couldn’t climb the pipe before he certainly wouldn’t be able to climb it now. But as he pulled at the tube, his jaw tightened on the nozzle reflexively. The tube stretched easily and the nozzle barely stirred in his mouth. An almost primal, hungry, part of himself demanded that the nozzle stay where it is so he could continue to gulp the sweet substance down.

He moaned softly, hunger and craving surging in him again and making him release the tube. With the pressure his grip had put on the tube gone a particularly large mouthful surged into him. He gulped it down and felt his belly roll forward more than an inch all at once. The fabric of his clothing creaked ominously. With a soft grunt and a surge of pleasure he started to suck harder on the tube, wanting to recreate that surging sensation.

His hands went back to questing around his body. His sides were starting to grow rolls, his moobs were extending their reach under his arms and wrapping around to his back to form blubbery “wings” like the ones some sumo wrestlers had. He felt his rear and it was growing softer and wider. Fluttering panic was still there in his mind, but it was diminishing, getting less and less important. Almost as if something else was smothering it under a soft and ever increasing weight. 

Slumping back onto his elbows, he looked down at his body as he gulped. The flow in the tube was still increasing and a gluttonous, eager part of him was matching it and hoping to speed its increase by sucking harder. His shorts were excruciatingly tight, so he struggled with the button and fly for a few seconds. He needn’t have bothered, with a loud ping the button flew off, and with a sound almost like a scream his fly shot down allowing his lower belly to swell unimpeded. A few seconds later the denim of his shorts lost its battle with his swelling thighs and rear, tearing sounds filled the cavern as his pants shredded. 

He felt his flab spread past the minute groove in the floor, there was another click and the pressure in the tube increased again causing him to moan and wiggle. He was the fattest person he’d ever seen now, and his body was swelling faster with very mouthful of the shake that went down his throat. 

Only his ill-fitting shirt was left now, clinging to his plump moobs like a training bra that was several sizes too tight. The sleeves were first to give way, his now pillowy upper arms bursting through the stressed fabric as he grew fatter and fatter. Soon enough all the seams had been sundered by his increasing obesity. He lifted one of his arms and gazed at it languidly, soft plush flab was draped over the appendage in such a quantity that even holding it out like this was getting difficult and on top of that it was expanding noticeably every time he swallowed. The panic returned briefly, only to be completely smothered by a sense of pleasure that was as immense and soft and warm as his belly. 

He let his pudgy arm plop back to his side and forced his head down so he could see his belly more clearly, his ballooning chin fold smooshed under his jaw. His heavy sloping girth poured onto the floor and pushed his legs into a wide V, with his lovehandles and underbelly obscuring the first several inches of his huge doughy thighs. As his belly continued to push its way out further and further in front of him, he found that he didn’t need to make any effort to remain in this seated position any longer. The weight of his belly in front of him kept him in a seated position, and the swelling of his rump propped him up as it grew larger and softer behind him. The edge of his belly had poured out beyond his heels now, the smooth cavern floor was cold under his flab as he smothered more and more square footage. He puffed softly around the tube, every new sensation associated with his expansion was pleasure beyond anything he’d felt before.

He drank and drank and drank, growing fatter and fatter the whole time. The bigger he grew the more he realized he liked this, no…that’s not quite right. He LOVED it, he strained to see past his chest and belly, looking outward trying to spot the edge of the current layer of pattern that he was filling. There was a soft grinding noise and a click, the lights grew brighter again, and finally he could spot it, three feet past the soft rippling edge of his lower belly. With an impatient moan and forced himself to chug faster.

He wiggled, looking at the tube draped over his huge belly like a sleeping boa constrictor. He marveled at the thought that just minutes, or was it hours, ago he’d been able to climb up 8 feet of it but now he could barely move his arms. Swelling flabulous blubber was growing closer and closer to the next line now, and he was already so fat that he could barely turn his head. He flexed his fingers, the plump sausage sized digits squished against one another as they formed a slightly awkward fist. He closed his eyes and focused on drinking the wonderful substance down as quickly as he could. He felt his blubber roll over another groove, and heard another soft click. Before he even opened his eyes he could tell the lights were brighter. 

He could see the edges of the room now, he had been right…after a fashion. It was a room, but it was also clearly hewn from a natural cavern. And it was huge, there was enough space for several warehouse packing facilities here. And, straining against his huge blubbery cheeks and chin roll, he looked around at the floor. There were several more “layers” of the curved pattern further apart than the earlier ones, and then the same kind of thick black line that marked each pattern layer around the base of the walls. The now monstrously fat man shifted and wobbled, the effort of doing so exhausting him but was well worth it to feel his huge mounds of blubbery flab jiggle and bounce. 

He cast his gaze lazily over his body, wondering how much he might weigh now. Certainly a few thousand pounds now, maybe even several tons. He shivered, the thought bringing him a huge amount of pleasure. The warming sensation along with having grown so colossally corpulent was like being wrapped in dozens of heated and weighted blankets. It was soothing, and he was tired from all the gulping and wiggling he’d been doing. He chuckled a little as he relaxed into his own softness. His eyelids were beginning to droop, all this plush flab would make an excellent place to sleep. Laying in a bed of his own corpulent enormity, still chugging the thick creamy and fattening fluid, he dozed off. 

*Several Hours Later*

Strange images chased one another through his head but he resisted the urge to wake fully; he was so comfortable and warm, he didn’t want to move. He shifted a little, and it was surprisingly hard. He must have wrapped himself up in the blankets on his bed like he used to when he was little…that’ll be why he feels so constricted. And what a dream, right? He could practically still taste that weird chocolate shake. 

Wait…he blinked a few times, finally opening his eyes…he could still taste it. It was several minutes before he realized what he was looking at. The sight that greeted him was a collection of soft looking pinkish mounds with broad red stripes covering them that filled almost his entire field of vision. The only thing he could see beyond all of that soft shifting…something was what appeared to be a plain gray wall a quarter mile or more away in front of him. He tried to move, and saw the “landscape” of red striped pinkish softness ripple. This was…him! He was looking at his own fat! Panic flared for a moment but then was replaced with pleasure and a sense of pride and accomplishment. 

The tightness continued to increase as he realized that the tube was still in his mouth, and still pumping that sweet chocolate shake into him. For a moment he wondered if he would continue to grow fatter until his blubber ruptured this place, then he heard a soft rumbling grinding noise and a click. 

His blob of a body began to settle downward, but not imperceptibly this time. He could feel the very edges of his thighs, belly, rear, and lovehandles start to droop over the edges of the “floor” as he was lowered. A few moments later he felt something move upward and lift the sagging extremities of his obesity. Finally, he was now lowered enough to see the bottom of the walls he’d so recently been feeling constricted by. The floor he was resting on settled downward into another cavern and whatever platforms that had lifted the lower sagging regions of his blubber settled into the floor, this one well lit, but much larger. His practically mountain sized fat form now sloped and curved down in tiered piles of fat, pooling outward over the floor of this new, larger space. 

He groaned and chuckled, thinking, ‘Room to grow!’ He looked around trying to take in more details about this new room to fill. 

He could hear machinery and see huge cylindrical structures that looked like enormous vats. The idea occurred to him that they might be filled with more shake and he wiggled eagerly. Suddenly, however, the flow in the tube came to a stop. He moaned loudly and tried to suck more down, but there was nothing to suck any longer. The tube pulled backward, the nozzle changing shape and contracting so fast that his jaw lost its grip on it, and it was pulled away. He let out a long groan of dismay and was going to plead for more when he saw that, as the original pipe and tube were retracted, a second even larger one was taking its place. 

His stomach, buried under untold tonnage of blubber, roared loud enough to be heard even through its impressive amount of insulation. He wiggled excitedly and opened wide for the nozzle of this new tube as it settled into his mouth. 

The End?