Jan stares with visceral horror at the cream machine pumping furiously overhead as cream sprays from her lips like a lawn sprinkler. The fan belts on the metal monstrosity spin without end as the cream begins to distort the frame of Jan's body.
Her breasts, swollen into huge, meat-covered sacs wobbling from the inside, finally grow too large to bear and tear loose from her shirt and bra. They jiggle in bloated, ivory-skinned mounds 2 1/2 feet wide on top of her, the skin painfully pulling loose as they continue their steady, monstrous growth. They would have slumped over and fallen off her chest from the weight of their own milk had it not been for the steel bars poking out of the machine and squeezing tightly into the sides of both mammaries, wedging them in place while both breasts squish over and under the bars until the skin stings from the pull, and of course both breasts are propped up on Jan's spherical belly, making their weight on her tender stomach all the more excruciating.
Jan cannot hope to scream the constant gargling flow flooding into her throat, but she wants to when she feel her own pelvis creak from the pressure welling within. The stretch marks continue to crackle as her flesh pulls farther and farther like a balloon, stretching and pulling until Jan can literally hear is stretch over the deafening whir of the creamer. Beneath her skirt, twin hulls begin pushing beneath the fabric until the seams start to tear and Jan's buttocks squish through, ready to burst through the tears. Jan hands flail helplessly, grabbing onto random metal parts of the machine around her, futily looking for an escape until her wrists balloon and her own hands swell into unrecognizable objects covered in skin.
Jan's feet start to inflate through her shoes. Her black pumps give way beneath her and her mammoth body shudders as it dangles helplessly from the pump clamped around Jan's lips. The rest of the shoes struggle not to burst as Jan's feet bloat out from the tops of them, then explode and reveal swelling, obscenely bloated feet peeling through the torn webbing of her stockings and kicking in panic an inch from the floor. Jan's bare soles sweeps across the cold concrete but can no longer reach it; the added strain makes her stomach and breasts creak loudly as the weight of hundreds of gallons of cream dangle precariously from the nozzle. Jan's wristwatch, which has sunk deep between the folds of flab on her inflated wrist, snaps off and flies out of sight.
Gripped with terror, Jan tries once last ditch effort to grab hold of a pipe to level her feet back to the floor, but the cream flow has started to slow as her body fills to capacity; the pipe is leaking and dripping with cream. Jan's eyes widen as her swollen, hard-to-bend fingers slip again and against from the slick pipe's surface. The last of Jan's skirt rips free and billows off of her gigantic form like a tattered flag. Her butt groans loudly and, now uninhibited, starts to grow rapidly behind her. Her breasts no longer look human and now resembled misshapen, giant udders. They slump off her belly and hang heavily, with her plump, vein-covered nipples pointing down and turning even more discolored. Jan shuts her eyes and tries to moan; she's feeling the steady drip, drip of cream coming out of both nipples and dripping to the floor...
The creamer machine begins to creak under the strain of the immense lady dangling from it. The pipes buckle slightly and the entire rig seems to shiver ominously. The remains of Jan's labcoat peels from her fat underarms, and the last of her floss-thin stockings plucks frees and vanishes off her immense thighs, which have grown so big and round her calves and feet are disappearing into them. The pipes and kinks of the machine hold the bloating Jan in place while her skin squeals harshly between the gaps and cracks surrounding it and Jan's bottom fills to thirteen feet wide and presses up against her from behind. The frighteningly big mountain of Jan's belly lurches forward, crashing on the pipes and oozes between them as they creak beneath its cruel weight. They sink under the spilling flesh and press on her from the front.
Trapped and being squeezed on both sides, Jan's can only writhe and twitch her arms and legs (which are now buried beneath layers of flesh) while she watches her once-human body stretch into a giant, milky sphere. Cream trickles in streams out her nipples and down the sides of her body. Together, both buttocks stretch almost as wide as her belly until the trembling skin has an eerie sheen. Where her skin cannot stretch into a sphere, the folds along Jan's back and between her underarms and thighs grow firm until they clamp tightly. Although slowed, the gasping machine continue to pump steadily into the poor woman. Slowly, Jan's terified eyes are forced shut, and a loud wincing sound comes from her skin, and--
SPLOOOSH!!!
..
It took all the janitors on staff working overtime to clean up the remains. The creamery was shut down for a full day while managers oversaw the cleanup. Financially it was a total loss. No one figured out what caused the creamer to cause Jan to explode, but the managers took no chances. They cleaned up what they could and reported Jan was away on vacation, to avoid having to pay any exorbident remodeling costs.
A few days later the employees were back to normal. The creaer was churning and busily pumping loudly again. Jan's co-worker Shelly bit into a gooey choclate donut and looked on at the factory floor. She reached for the coffee and--
Damn. Out again. Her eyes wnadered down to a single, cream-dripping nozzle hanging nearby, totally unguarded. Shelly wet her choclate covered lips...
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