M37 Cream Tank (collab) + Story Done

“Ugh, what happened?” M37 groaned as she came to. She had been about to retire to her room for the evening when a strangely large shadowy figure had knocked her out. M37 flexed her wrists, testing the ropes tightly binding her arms together. Her ankles were tied in a similar fashion, leaving her dangling a few inches off the ground. Looking around, she found herself in a large warehouse, large steel containers lining the walls.

“Good to see you’re awake,” a voice called from the shadows. “I didn’t want to start without you.”

“What’s gotten into you?” M37 shouted, twisting in an attempt to follow P22’s path around her. “Someone’s gonna find out I’m missing and come looking, and when they do, you’ll be screwed!”

“Don’t worry, I’m planning on that?” P22 smiled, dragging a large hose behind her.

“Wha-?”

M37 let out a frightened yelp as P22 brought the hose to her mouth, muffling her angry shouts. Her glare went ignored by the other girl as she connected the other end to a series of enormous metal vats. Flashing the helpless T-doll a satisfied grin, she cranked open the massive valve. There was a loud glunk as the first gallon of the liquid was pumped into the hose, the insides of the container churning and sloshing powerfully. M37’s eyes went wide as she watched the hose twist and thicken, showing her the exact progress of the cream as it hurtled towards her waiting mouth.

The torrent of fluid hit her like a firehose, the poor girl briefly choking as splashes of cream sprayed from her lips. Her stomach became stuffed within moments, groaning loudly in protest of the onslaught filling it up. A small shout of fear slipped out from her plump cheeks as she watched her belly push forward, the liquid making more room now that there was none. Her belt now snugly fit over her midsection, getting progressively tighter with each gulp of cream.

M37’s body tensed up from the pressure, her hips and rear creeping out from underneath her skirt slowly. Her thigh-high socks dug into her fattening legs, the fabric stretched into a tight veneer. The hem of her shirt squeezed against her swelling chest, the already ample assets spilling out even more from the ill-fitting clothing. Gallon after gallon of the sickeningly sweet fluid barged its way down her mouth, causing the poor girl to screw her eyes shut in an attempt to shut out the pressure. There was a loud snap followed by heavy sloshing as her gut burst free of her belt, jiggling and bouncing as it flowed forwards.

Her belly rolled over the band of her skirt, hanging lower as it inflated in all directions. More cream spilled from her mouth, her cheeks bulging as she swallowed the endless river of the stuff. She cast a defeated look at the tanks, barely having put a dent in the enormous amount stored in them. Her panties were wedged tightly in between her gigantic cheeks, her rear jiggling as she squirmed uncomfortably. The twin orbs of her breasts lay atop her five foot stomach, the pink of her areolas edging from under her clothing.

“Mmmph,” she let out an overwhelmed moan, her eyes crossing as P22 slowly cranked the pressure higher.

“What was that comment you made to me before?” P22 mused, rubbing M37’s swelling stomach. “Something about becoming a cow?”

There was no need to answer the question verbally as M37 continued to balloon ever larger, guzzling down gallons of cream by the second. She wriggled against her bonds, but it was clear she was quickly becoming tired, weighed down by more and more of the rich liquid flowing into her. P22 pressed a hand tightly into the cream balloon’s plush ass, feeling her hips swell wider with a grin on her lips. Hearing the helpless moans and gurgles was music to her ears, a growing symphony of liquid pleasure.

Threads began to tear all over her clothes, one of her bountiful boobs popping free of its restraints and bouncing tantalizing. Her skirt was plastered to her enormous hips, the pleats stretching out and struggling to hold onto the ballooning girl. Her thighs had nearly tripled in size, the fat trunks slowly tearing apart her thigh-highs. P22 tugged on the band of M37’s panties with a cruel smile, snapping it back against her sensitive skin. The cream-filled girl let out a surprised yelp, her face turning a bright red from the sudden sense of pleasure. To further add to her distress, she felt dribbles of cream leaking from her enormous boobs, the thick liquid rolling down her front and seeping into the remains of her clothes.

M37’s body had bloated into a comically large version of herself, her thighs so fat there was no way to stop them from squishing together. Likewise, her arms had swollen into fat blobs, pressing into her face as her wrists strained against her bonds. Her crotch was beginning to swell closer to the ground, her torn panties barely retaining their grip on her expanding shape. With the cream having stretched out her midsection, it rapidly began to turn the rest of her into a collection of taut spheres, her feet wriggling as her legs were swallowed up by her body. The massive curve of her belly started to merge with her back, slowly shifting her overall shape into that of an enormous globe.

There was a loud gurgling sound as M37’s groin settled onto the ground, a lust-filled moan escaping her melon-sized cheeks. Her fingers and toes curled tightly from the sensation, the streams of cream briefly turning into jets, a rush of inexplicable pleasure coursing through her. Now that the T-doll was successfully and utterly immobilized, P22 removed the ropes tying her down. She patted the groaning blimp lovingly, pinching her taut, sensitive skin. The giant girl’s stomach made a loud sloshing noise with each tap, causing her to groan with embarrassment.

“You should know this stuff is pretty high in calories,” she said, as if she was giving a lecture on good eating habits. “Especially now that you’re producing the stuff, I don’t see any way you’re gonna get rid of all this weight. You’ll be a fat, creamy cow forever,” she grinned, relishing her victory.

M37 tried to argue, but her cheeks were far too full to allow for speech, sad whimpers leaking from her plump lips. It didn’t help her case that her globular tits constantly leaked thick rivulets of cream, the delicious liquid rolling down her taut belly in wide streams. Her limbs were almost completely sucked into her body, jammed into the painfully tight bulges that her appendages had swollen into. The liquid inside her churned less, slowly thickening as it turned her into some sort of obese cream puff.

With dying hum, the machines shut off, their enormous loads all spent and pumped into the former T-doll. P22 walked around the fifteen foot sphere analytically, poking and prodding the taut balloon all over her sensitive body. Her finger sank into the ball a good inch or so, suggesting she still had some room left in her. P22 placed her hands on M37’s gargantuan rear, rocking her atop her crotch slowly. The overstimulated girl let out an embarrassed whimper, flapping her hands and feet as she attempted to hold back the jolt of ecstasy shooting through her. With a blast of cream, her eyes crossed and she moaned loudly, her mind damaged by the intense pressure.

With a smile, P22 slammed all of her hefty weight into the massive sphere, beginning to roll M37 forward, the cream-filled girl gurgling and moaning as she tipped towards the ground. She hit the ground with a loud sloshing sound, cream shooting out of her nipples as her breasts were squeezed against the floor. Her hands and feet barely wriggled, the poor blimp having had all the fight pumped out of her. She could barely even moan in protest everytime her face was pressed against the floor, P22 taking little care in how she transported her new treat. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally halted the orb, placing her upright in a large, empty space.

“Now that we’ve got some extra cream from you, we can put on the finishing touches,” she said cheerily.

A large nozzle moved towards M37’s right breast, dispensing a heavy load of thick whipped cream atop her nipple. Moving to the other nipple, it quickly did the same, capping both leaking teats with a delicious swirl. The cream quickly solidified, and M37 gave a needy whimper as she felt the pressure within her chest increase. P22 noticed her reaction and smiled.

“I suppose I should let you know, this stuff also works as a sealant. Can’t have you leaking everywhere now can we?”

M37 merely let out a pathetic moan, her body beginning to swell, the growth almost imperceptible. Four more dollops of cream covered her hands and feet, with all of the nozzles slowly moving to position themselves over her head. The helpless balloon looked up in fear as they whirred with a new load, drips of the stuff leaking out onto her. P22 grinned as the cream was unloaded onto M37’s face, covering her up with one last decorative swirl. She took a moment to take in the sight of the massive cream puff, completely covered in a vanilla coating of the delicious cream she contained. With a satisfied nod, she left the orb to grow in the darkness, her next target’s fate already decided.

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