The need to escape quickly vanished as Andrew’s mind clouded, the feelings overwhelming him.
“H-Hnff… unf!” he moaned past sticky fat blue lips, bouncing his huge ass back as much as he could. He adjusted his stance as his hips swelled and swelled, his belly pushing his exposed cock down between them.
“Don’t stop eating!” the milkman commanded, his thick cock piercing his rim repeatedly, every pound making Andrew’s own member throb violently. Following orders, he slammed his face down into a pie, chomping away, filling his mouth with as much goo as it could hold before sending it down and doing it again. He could feel the juice slosh and swell within him, his body rounding out at every angle with it, but he just kept eating. The table began to strain under the weight of his body, his bloated blue tits pushing out into the pies, the warm filling oozing onto his nipples sending a new wave of shivers down his buried spine. Soon, he felt his belly pushing down more and more, having to stand on his toes to keep his ass in the air for his burly assailant.
“Mmm, getting tighter, aren’t you? I can feel your juice sliding around my dick…” the milkman grunted, sounding even more excited as the moments went by. Andrew chomped away at the pie like a pig to a trough, his face messy with food and bloating ever more. His fat cheeks swelled out like his chin, which was rapidly joining his neck in a wild disappearing act as his back lost its natural curve, blimping out in the opposite direction. The bindings on his hands began to lose their purpose as his arms swelled and swelled, seeming useless to do any more than flap pathetically.
“Mrmph…” he lazily groaned as he finished the second to last pie, his body still rapidly swelling all over. Not but a moment later, the table and belt decided they had both had enough and simultaneously failed, Andrew’s arms shooting out to the sides as his belly slammed into the floor, forcing his head into his breasts. The fall forced thick juice out of his nose and mouth, splattering himself with goo. The milkman chuckled as his ass did the same against his abdomen, great globs of juicy goo splattering against his dick. Still he swelled, his body growing down and up until he was a perfect sphere sitting mere inches from the roof. His leaking pucker slowly swelled closed against the intruding member, the milkman grunting in frustration as he moved around to the front of his newfound sex slave.
“Well, it seems like I’ll have to finish the business up here…” he grinned. Andrew eyed his erect, blue-dripping cock, not able to do anything more than stare with slight horror as he continued to grow tighter and tighter with juice… and judging by the size of the milkman’s package, he wasn’t going to be around much longer if his attacker has his way.
‘No… I’ll explode! My character will be dead, and this pain from my stretching skin is too real… the simulator might double that if I pop! I don’t want to feel it, I don’t want to pop…’
As the milkman edged his thick rod towards his lips, Andrew’s swelling breasts pushed something warm against his bottom lip: a pie! Just within reach, the final pie beckoned him forth, giving him one last attempt at rectifying his lusty mistake.