Blissfield Tour (old) Part 1 (Patreon)

Fitness was a key think to you, which made the prize of a visit to the Blissfield bake factory a rather useless reward from the local sweepstakes. But on receiving the certificate for it you see that it mentions that visitors to the factory are in for a second prize depending upon an evaluation of their manors, their kindness and their intelligence. You were pretty smart, and you could put on being extra kind and helpful, so you decided to go. The hope was that it would be some kind of cash prize that you could use. Oddly however you don’t remember entering the local sweepstakes, but you weren’t one to correct someone else’s mistake if it benefited you.

Dawning your best tracksuit, you set out for the factory and was there in no time at all. It was a huge place; bigger than any warehouse you’ve ever seen. It was at least ten stories’ high and covered the space of a small village. Blissfield long advertised itself as a holey self-sufficient factory. They grow everything they need for an extensive collection of cakes, sweets and even some more odd items. If you needed something, it’s nearly always available from the Blissfield brand. But their biggest market was their sweet treats and was the only one that didn’t go under a different name. Many products wouldn’t fit the Blissfield happy free brand, but they made then none the less. You even forget your tracksuit was made by their luxury BlissSilk collection.

Waiting at the gates, there was a whole host of other people. Five others, to you each of them where just obstacles to outshine. The closest too you were a girl, long blonde hair and rather exaggerated proportions within her chest and ass. You’d only seen such women within pornography and even then, she put many to shame. The next along was a guy, you could have sworn he was the girl’s brother. He was just as sexy although his didn’t seem quite exaggerated. He still had a stone cutting jaw line and muscle definition that strained his shirt. Thankfully the remaining three didn’t seem as godlike making you the third hottest one. That was acceptable. There was two more girls and another guy. One girl was within a black hoodie and had long black hair which covered much of her face. The other girl was dressed within a single vest which showed of her modest chest well. She also had very short brown hair, which you thought was kind of cute. The last guy was by far the largest in the worse of ways. He looked ready for a tour of the buffet table over anything else. He was what you expected to see at a you’re of a cake factory.

You expected some kind of grand display to welcome you all to the factory however there was nothing. Not even a person. The gate just swung open, and a robotic voice called out for you all to enter. Wishing to set a good example and win points you took the first step striding up to the door. The others followed quickly behind you. Soon a door stopped you, it had a thin slit with a note saying, ' put your certificate in here.’. you do so as the closest, and the machine welcomes you by name. The door opens and you step inside. It quickly shut behind you. You heard the machine still as it took another, calling out “welcome, Tiffany. “Before it reopened, showing the well-endowed woman walking in with a strut. Next was the blond man, by the name of Joshua, then the fat boy who seemed to have fought past the other girls by the name of Simon. The short haired girl was next by the name of Chloe and finally the final shyer girl was named Annie.

Once everyone entered the room, it whirred to life. Light turned on exposing an intricately decorated rooms, banners across the walls. Lights highlighted the centre of the room to you, which had a large contract in the centre. You began to read through it with the others over your shoulder. Most of it was standard stuff but one part caught your eye. “I promise to be truthful, kind and helpful. “It was an odd clause, making you miss a portion on liability. With some hesitation you signed it, and the others did the same. Once the last name was written, the ledger disappeared into the ground and a platform closed. Not long after and a siren sounded. “Miss Tiffany, you have been found to be lying. Please admit the truth or suffer the consequences. “. Everyone in the room panicked and looked over to the girl who seemed just as confused as they did. She quickly admitted “fine! My name isn’t Tiffany… it’s Megan.” Her voice made her sound so ashamed even though by all metrics it didn’t matter a bit. Joshua looked over to her. “Why would you even lie about that? Who cares? you’re the fittest bird here.” The man showing which head he thought with.

Megan seemed incredibly embarrassed.” I just… Megan’s an ugly name. And I’m beautiful! I deserved better.” She defended herself. However, the room did not seem pleased, as compartments opened up from the walls and from them metal arms snaked out, grabbing her by the wrists and lifting her into the air. “What the fuck!?” she yelled out, at least three feet of the ground. More hands grabbed her legs to stabilize her, and everyone stared in absolute shock. “You have failed and broken our agreement. You will now be dealt with.” The voice said as a fifth object, a clear hose, travelled across to her. No one wanted to interfere with it especially you. You were actually a little pleased with the situation now having one less competitor. Plus, all of the restraints on such an attractive girl were a little arousing. That was until you saw the hose entering her panties and, by the way her face squinted, buried itself in her asshole.

Another arm descended from the ceiling holding a pin within its fingers, it quickly pricked her chest which caused it to pop… like a balloon. It caught you off as her once strained shirt went loose, and two flesh-coloured balloons fell from the bottom. She frustratedly admitted” they weren’t real… I just … I just wanted people to look at me and think I’m sexy… please just get me out of this thing!” she begged. The robotic voice came on once more.” Lay a finger upon her and you shall join her. “And as the voice tinned out, a hum began to fill the room. It was coming from the hose, and it drew everyone’s eyes once more. Megan began to as a sloshing noise filled the room. you gaze to notice her shirt getting tighter once more. Her tits were blowing up in front of everyone and the thought caused her to blush. The humming doubled in volume and her chest surged forward. You decided to explore behind her and see those hose more clearly. It was filled with white liquid, which was dripping from her ass as she filled up with it. Milk.

The woman struggled against the arms as her seedling tights fought against her shirt. They were already as big as her fakes yet looked so so heavy with the sheer volume of milk within her. Ripping noises filled the air as her bra snapped and fell out from the ground. And her top was losing the fight, cleavage spilling out over the top of it. The fabric ripped to expose even more of her chest, and they did not look good anymore. They pulsed slightly with pressure and massive wet stains formed above her nipples. Her skin seemed paler with the milk underneath it and the veins where highlighted against it. You hear someone behind you throw up at the sight of them. You look back and to your surprise it was Chloe. You kind of expected it to be Simon but this wasn’t really your focus in the moment. The last part of the shirt ripped off exposing the breasts fully which did them no favours. Each where the size of a beach all and hung down covering her belly.

Stretch marks began to form across then and Megan begged out “please, won’t someone help me!” but no one dared. No one else wanted to be pumped with so much milk. Just as her skin started to run red with the pressure the milk stopped. They all let out a sigh of relief to see it at an end, but a mechanical sound alerted you it wasn’t. Again, the hand holding the pin descended from the ceiling and approached her engorged chest. Simon and Annie both looked away fearing the worst, Chloe and Joshua both looked on only to know and you. You watched out of sheer morbid curiosity. As gross as it initially was, you could t help but be a little turned on by her. The massive milky tits just on the edge of bursting, gushing the stuff through her nipples. The way she squirmed trying to move away from the pin as it grew ever closer.

With one heavy prick and a final scream, the girls breast burst spilling milk across the floor. With a second pop she was dead. Both tits had explodes much like the balloons before them, leaving skin across the ground. Everyone was silent beyond some heavy breathing. Joshua was the one to break this silence. “What the fuck… just happened?”

Chloe replied immediately “she was burst…. Like a god damn balloon. We got to get out of here. “She turned and headed to the door and began to try pry it open, however she just couldn’t get a grip on it. “We can’t be stuck in here!” her voice distressed. You decided to come over and help her try however the door is sealed shut. The robotic voice spoke up once more “I’d stop trying with that door if you want to leave in one piece. You all have to follow my rules or face consequences. I hope you understand this.” You immediately jump away from the door and Chloe wasn’t far behind. “Good… good. Now you’re going to have this enjoyable tour and if you don’t break my rules, you’ll all get to enjoy the prize. Now, follow the guide and listen to their words. Otherwise … well you’ll want to listen. “The voice then shut off followed by a door swinging open on the other side of the room.

With the smell of blood, milk and vomit in the room, people where pretty eager to leave., You decided to head onwards after one last look at her. You couldn’t imagine why it aroused you, but your concern was returning. What did this factory hold for you…