The chef walks towards a machine that has numerous hoses and small tubes. It looks bulky and large as the chef turns on a switch. You can hear the machine whirr to life, hearing fans turn and the machine tremble. He places your back on a table nearby as he restrains your body with one hand while he searches for a tube among the rest of the tubes. Once he seemed like he found what he needed, he looks back to you and pulls out a small hose that was as thick as a straw.
“I’ll be sure to fill you up real good. The customer really wants their calzones,” he says as he forcefully inserts the hose inside your ass. You are startled by it, but it doesn’t hurt that much since your ass feel greasy already from your bodily secretions. The hose is deep inside you that you don’t think that you could even try removing it.
The chef then flips another switch, and you feel something go down to the tube. A thick blob of cheese travels down the tube before it fills your ass. You gasp as a feeling of fullness lingers in your gut. The first glob of cheese was warm, and it weighed your body down as you had trouble getting back up. You see another glob make its way to your ass, and then you feel too heavy to even try and escape.
The chef grins at your punishment, enjoying this. You can’t deny your own enjoyment as your member, still in the pitted olive you fucked earlier, stands erect and leaks cheesy pre. As you watched the third and the fourth globs fill you up even more, your belly started to bloat. You groan at the pressure and weight of the cheese inside you as you almost felt like a piece of cannelloni. The fifth glob makes your belly big enough to mistake you as obese. The sixth bloats your belly even further as you look like a pregnant woman. The seventh, eighth… you’ve lost count already as your mind only focuses on the pressure in your gut, already bloated almost out of proportion. However, you feel the flow stop shortly before the chef pulls the tube out of you.
“Nggh…” you groan softly as you look up to see what the chef was doing. You feel glad to not be filled more with cheese, but the filling only continues as another tube, thicker than the last one, is inserted in your ass and is turned on.
“Customer also wanted some sauce and meat in his order,” the chef briefly tells you. You can feel warm sauce and small chunks of meat fill you up as your stomach bloated even more. The more you became filled, the more spherical you became as sauce, meat, and cheese starts to fill the rest of your body. Your arms and legs thicken and your hands and feet bloat and round out. All that was left of them only appear as dimples on your nearly spherical body as your member and balls are the only things that jutted out freely, bloated from the overflow of sauce and cheese. Your neck becomes a log as it merges with your bloating belly, and your vision is obstructed from your sauce-filled body. You try to speak out to the chef, but all that came out was marinara sauce as sauce fills your mouth quickly, sealing your mouth shut as your screams became muffled. It was hard to taste it in your mouth because of the sauce, but you could feel mozzarella gluing your lips together.
“MMPH!”
“There we go,” the chef says as he turns off the machine and pulls out the tube. He quickly plugs it up with a big piece of sausage, perfectly blocking the sauce from leaving your body. The olive that was stuck on your member now merges with the head as your member and balls glisten from their natural grease. They look larger than before, around twice as large and thick as before. You shudder at how vulnerable and exposed you feel, unable to escape as the chef eyes you and inspects your body for any imperfections.