A plucky young journalist, Erin Haste, approached the main building of a dairy company, Mega Cream. She made her way around the back of the shabby looking factory.
Pulling out her phone, she began recording her approach, taking everything as evidenced for her article.
"Right, so I'm here in Philadelphia, at the Mega Cream factory that Stuffies bought out. Looking for any signs of what Stuffies is up to here. According to a few anonymous tip-offs, they're making some kind of miracle substance." She said breathily as she scaled several concrete barriers.
"Let's get inside and find out what these guys are up to." She added, throwing her phone into her pocket, leaving it recording as she forced her way in through a supply hatch, grunting as she heaved the poorly secured shutter.
She was surprised by their severe lack of security in and around the building, especially for a Stuffies branded company. Taking matters into her own hands to see if rumours were true that the company was secretly creating an everlasting miracle substance. One that was allegedly linked to the disappearances of several online influencers and famous musicians.
Why would a huge business like Stuffies buy out a small dairy company to make something so top secret? Surely it would be much more secure in their own factories, where it could be easily let under wraps.
"From what I can see, so far... there's no security. No cameras. I just got in through a broken hatch around the back. It's pretty run down." Said Erin, her elegant English voice echoing throughout the sparsely built loading bay.
Erin began looking around the factory, heading towards the main floor. Using her torch as she ventured deeper inside, seeing nothing out of the ordinary for quite some time, even going as far as to break into the main office and start searching through any paperwork she could find.
Rummaging through folders and cabinets, she muttered to herself, cursing as no matter where she looked, nothing cropped up.
"Come on. There's got to be something here..." she huffed frustratedly.
Giving up with the offices, she made her way back to the factory floor, checking her surroundings as she carefully descended a metal staircase, watching out for any signs of security personnel.
Once on the main floor, she sighed, pushing back her long honey brown hair as she gazed around again at all the pipes, machines and loading equipment. Shining her torch around, something soon caught her eye.
On the long tiled floor were sections of holed rubber mats built into the floor to help drainage for any spills or leaks from the piping. Close by, one of the rubber sections wasn't slotted in fully. Partially exposing an unlocked hatch beneath it.
"Hello. What's this?" She said. Stopping to pull out her phone again, focusing the video on it as she approached. Grabbing the rubber mat, she heaved it aside to reveal a large hatch that didn't connect to the drainage system at all.
Erin kneeled to open it, lifting the hatch with a heavy grunt and resting it against the adjoining sections of rubber on either side. She sighed as she stepped in front of the secluded staircase leading to a hidden basement.
Shining her torch down into the opening, she held her phone ready as she began recording her discovery.
Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, she wandered into a dimly lit basement filled with strange machines lining the walls and what looked like laboratory equipment and computers beside each one.
"I think I've just found whatever it is Stuffies is doing here at Mega Cream. All these machines, computers. Who the hell has this kind of stuff in an ice cream factory. Look." She said, her elegant English accent cracking slightly as she became uneasy.
The machines looked like BDSM torture racks, with mechanised arms and attachments capable of restraining anyone who came near them with ease. The extensions on the sides were mounted with tools to easily remove and replace a person's clothing, with many more tube-like hoses on either side. One hung down from above each machine, which appeared to be a breathing apparatus.
She focused on catching as much as she could on video before she stopped to take photos as more evidence of her discovery.
"Jackpot. I've fucking got you now." She sniggered, grinning as she stepped back to take photos. Her tongue poked out slightly as she tried to get one of the machines in shot.
Behind her, a machine was triggered by her proximity, whirring into life and extending its restraints, latching onto her wrists and ankles. Erin gasped as her phone dropped from her hands, immediately resisting the machine's pull that was now reeling her in.
"What the fuck!? Wait, no!" She cried, fighting against it until she was lifted off her feet and drawn back towards another restraint that clamped around her waist, securing her in place as the arms on either side mobilised.
"Help! Help! Please! No!" Erin cried, seeing the breathing apparatus lowering into place before latching on and securing itself to her face. Her cries for help were now muffled.
The arms mounted with tools began undoing her belt, removing her trainers and unzipping her neat dark blue jeans, stripping them off along with her red lacy underwear. Before replacing them with an oversized pair of plastic underwear that fit snuggly around her waist and upper thighs. Shortly followed by a pair of light blue super stretchy jeggings.
Despite not being able to move, she still tried to thrash her way free, pulling at the restraints in a blind panic. Behind her, a series of pumps whirred into life, followed by several pressurised hissing sounds.
Erin gasped as she felt something inside the apparatus moving, touching her lips and extending metallic forks that held her mouth open. Moments later, it began to feel cold as she felt pressure building from it. Tears began streaming down her face, unable to do anything to save herself from whatever the machine was about to do to her.
Her throat began to feel cold as the tube swelled, pumping out thick pink ice cream. Her mouth rapidly filled with the freezing sickly sweet substance, setting her teeth on edge as it sat in her mouth. Soon enough, she was forced to swallow it reluctantly as she struggled to breathe.
With several large gulps, her stomach started filling with the smooth pink cream, gradually making her feel strangely calm as she swallowed.
Four robotic arms swung into position around her waist, with two grips prying her new underwear and jeggings open slightly to allow the rubber tubes extending from each of them to slide inside.
The grips released her trousers, letting them snap back into place. The pumps hissed again as the whirring intensified, pushing the thick pink ice cream through the tubes and into Erin's empty underwear.
Erin shuddered as the tubes around her waist became freezing cold, soon feeling thick ice cream ooze from them, dispensing tons into her underwear, causing her hips to expand gradually as they filled, steadily spreading across her plump arse cheeks and between her warm, neatly shaven crotch.
With the ice cream soothing her nerves, her groans of discomfort soon turned into faint moans of ecstasy. Her belly was bloated and firm as the apparatus stopped pumping ice cream and disconnected from her face, dripping with the thick pink substance as it withdrew and rose out of sight.
Erin let out an almighty gasp for air as her mouth dripped with pink ice cream. As she caught her breath, she began moaning softly, looking down to see the front of her trousers bulging as they filled with thick pink ice cream.
"What's happening? What is this?" She mumbled weakly. Her butt felt really cold as her plastic underwear filled rapidly, bulging on all sides as the pressure inside them built.
Both the ice cream in her underwear and the load in her stomach sent soothing tingles throughout her body, gradually making her more and more docile.
Her trembling breath echoed faintly through the room as she writhed blissfully, struggling to fight the strangely soothing chill of the ice cream oozing into her underwear. Before long, they couldn't hold any more, the material sliding aside and rippling visibly as it began spreading down her legs, fattening her lower body considerably.
The pumps whirred away behind her, pushing more ice cream into her swelling jeggings. As they filled, they began to tighten up, forming into huge plump curves supported by the structure of the jeggings. The more they filled, the better it was all held perfectly in place to suit her slender physique.
Erin looked down, seeing her legs swelling rapidly, feeling the cold ice cream oozing down her legs, coating her entire lower body down to her ankles. The growing tension of the jeggings tightened up enough to seal everything inside neatly. None of it could escape once it was in, trapping it all inside.
At first, she thought she was starting to shiver as her body got colder from all the ice cream, but soon her breathing became heavier, her pussy tingling exquisitely as she squirmed.
Her moans grew louder as she was subdued by the overwhelming sensations of so much ice cream oozing inside her trousers. Accepting that she could do nothing to stop it, she finally embraced it, letting her head fall back as she gasped blissfully, occasionally cursing as she writhed.
With her legs now twice their regular width, her jeggings began to creak, nearly reaching their full size as the pumps increased the pressure, squeezing in as much ice cream as physically possible.
Erin wailed blissfully as the pleasure intensified, trembling as she began to orgasm. Her enormous legs wobbled as she writhed in ecstasy, her jeggings holding everything together tightly as they formed a perfectly sculpted set of curves to compliment her slender body.
Everything came to a head as Erin gasped uncontrollably, letting out a deep and satisfying moan as she orgasmed. She thrashed for a few moments before settling down, trying to catch her breath as the pleasure continued even after she peaked. The pumps still pushing more ice cream into her jeggings. The super stretchy material now only flexing subtly as they became immaculately tight.
