Britt Scott Clark, a young small-time actress, had just finished up filming for a comedy sketch with a private company. They had been filming in a ketchup bottling factory in New Zealand. The factory had two places perfect for their sketches, a warehouse out the back and an unused office suit above that.
Since they had finished filming, Britt decided she wanted to take a closer look at the rest of the bottling factory, curious to see how everything worked behind the scenes.
She strode onto the factory floor, mostly unfazed by the level of noise all the machinery produced.
Around her were various stages of the bottling process. To her left, stood massive tanks holding many tons worth of ketchup ready to be dispensed, which led on to a series of pipes that ended at a conveyer belt. Above which, several pumps dispensed ketchup into a steady row of bottles that rolled by on the conveyor.
To her right, the line continued on to a labelling machine, which further led on to a packing station, all of which was fully automated.
Britt approached the automated conveyor, which sat in a lowered section of the factory floor, watching as the line of plastic bottles sped through the filler, systematically filling each bottle according to a set weight. Her mesmerising blue eyes fixed on the steadily moving line of bottles, finding it oddly satisfying to see it all functioning so smoothly.
As she got closer, she didn't notice the minor spillage on the floor beside one of the tanks. Upon stepping on it, she slipped and lost her balance, tumbling forward onto the automated conveyor belt, landing on her side and knocking dozens of bottles off the belt, leaving her in their place as the filler came down over her head.
Britt rolled on her back with a groan, gasping as she saw the filler nozzle start spraying, dousing her in a thick layer of the gloopy red substance. As she gasped, she inadvertently swallowed a load as the filler sprayed directly over her face.
She tried to shield her face, but it was already too late. Not only was the thick red gloop in her hair, mouth and eyes, all over her arms and hands as she frantically tried to stop the nozzle spraying more on her.
Britt scrambled to get herself up, sitting on her knees as she dripped with ketchup. Thankfully the conveyer wasn't big enough to drag her off down the factory. Albeit, there were many plastic bottles falling to the floor because she was still in the way.
As she stood up, her back nudged into the dispenser nozzles, causing two of them to slide neatly down the back of her jeans, getting stuck on the fabric as she slipped, the conveyer now completely soaked in ketchup.
Britt slipped forward, managing to grab hold of the pipe work above her and hang on as her feet slid across the belt and surrounding metal surfaces.
She gasped moments later as the dispenser nozzles activated, firing a thick stream of cool ketchup straight down the back of her jeans. However, with her presence interfering with the weight sensors on the machine, the dispenser detected unfilled bottles and proceeded to pump a constant stream.
"What the fuck?" She gasped, glancing back to see her butt swelling rapidly as thick gloopy ketchup oozed down her butt, soaking her underwear.
Upon trying to unhook herself from the nozzles, she heard a click as the dispenser hissed loudly. Inadvertently locking the nozzles fully open, causing an uncontrolled torrent of ketchup to cascade into her trousers.
She gasped as ketchup steadily oozed around her hips, causing them to fatten up rapidly. Her legs also swelled, with the ketchup now reaching her knees.
"Fuck sake!" She gasped breathily, starting to bite her lips as she began to find the filling sensation strangely satisfying. Her legs getting heavier by the second as her jeans stretched.
Much to her surprise, her jeans held the thick red gloop in perfectly, having expected to see it all slowly saturate her clothes and leak everywhere.
Britt held onto the pipes tightly as the ketchup weighed her down. She glanced down to see her lower body swelling rather uniformly as the jeans tightened, holding the ketchup close to her skin as they filled.
