A creamy explosion 


As the factory reached his full capacity, the various groups of workers found themselves lounging around after operating the distribution devices and bringing them up to full capacity. While Laughing, they set off in groups to enjoy the show. A few taunting phrases rose into the air over the deafening noise of the machines.


"That fat man is going to burst at any moment!"


"I'll bet $50 that he’ll explode in less than 20 minutes!"


The men burst into an endless series of laughter, some had to bend over, others fell to the ground due to stomach cramps.
All this was because Alux was being flooded with an inordinate amount of thick, viscous cream with an intoxicating smell.
The tanks, although they were mammoth, were in the process of almost completely exhausting their contents. The metal tubes began to show the first signs of wear, from the small tears that resulted, small, dense rivulets of cream slid down, pirouetting through the air, breaking into one of the countless folds of grease.


'More! More!'


Always the same thought, repeated in his sugar-corrupted mind.


'I WILL WIN! I WILL DEFEAT HIM! HAHAHAH!'


He stifled his laughter. In that situation he looked ridiculous with his throat deformed by the incessant yellowish flow, and his eyes, which had become two swollen spheres, seemed to be on the verge of imploding; they did not hint at even a tiny trace of the vitality that had marked them until recently. However, the barely visible dilated pupils stared up at the ceiling, or rather, peered down at the tube whose end was connected to the mouth, which had also been transformed as a result of the excess of exquisite cream running down the throat of the now very fat Alux. That ludicrously pathetic scene would have made anyone laugh; to see a lardy man of that size, covered with slimy, sweaty fat sores and bumps, with his face so swollen he looked like a ball. And Alux's very body, in its entirety, had turned into a yellowish, sugary lake with the consistency of liquid lava. Anyone who touched it would have discovered the pleasure of being able to sink into it to the point of finding shelter under one of its layers of fat, which were so huge they looked like wild animal dens. Pantagrueic and gargantuan, his hands and feet barely poked out of the shapeless mass that had become his body. He moved them comically, as if they belonged to an infant rather than to him, waving the tiny fingers that had become useless. Rivulets of cream mixed with saliva slid down his chest and back, or so it seemed, for it had become impossible to distinguish one from the other.


"ULP! HULP! GULP!"


 They were the only sounds her clogged windpipe could make, the only gasps of pleasure and amusement she was capable of producing. The inside of her mouth was transformed. The teeth were covered with cream, as were the palate and gums, taking on a much more intense and ridiculous yellowish color. The lips, the only survivors, were glued to the edge of the tube, and gave no sign of wanting to detach themselves from the metal heap from which the cream slid free. The excess cream inside the stomach moved into the blood, into the muscles, around the bones, turning it into a veritable giant pastry. The red blood cells were replaced by the cream, just as happened to all the particles that made up his body. As the cream boy reached exorbitant size, thunderous farts escaped from his tiny anus, causing the entire structure to shake. Super loud flatulence that forced the workers left watching to plug their ears.
And they laughed heartily as they watched the belly on the verge of bursting.


"Hulp! Hulp! Hulp!"


Still creaming, more and more, his cheeks swelled, his esophagus flooded, a series of thoughts rumbled through our lardy hero's mind.


'Just a little more and I will defeat this cream! I can't let it beat me like this! I can't! I'll show him what I'm capable of, he doesn't know who he's dealing with!'


For a moment he fainted, but he did not let go; it was too funny to see him hanging there gobbling cream like there was no tomorrow waiting for him. His determination was clear and clearly visible. Another ticking sound was heard, which stood to communicate the reaching of another hundred gallons of cream drawn from the tanks and thrown through the tube.
It was the tenth heard by Alux during the course of that tedious challenge.


'A thousand gallons! I'm at a thousand gallons! I am really great! I am the absolute best! I can't get beat, I can't!'


He started farting again, and suddenly from his fat ass the farts did not stop coming out, one more powerful and lasting than the other.
The factory walls shook as if they had been built with a paper-thin veil. The ground on which Alux rested began to fall due to his exorbitant increase in weight. Before long he would gain a gravity of his own, and objects beside him would begin to gravitate around his mammoth figure. Real mountains of fat began to form from the joints, pointing upward.
His belly, unrecognizable, swelled out of all proportion, the cream at that point slipping out of his skin pores.
She became a stuffed sponge.


'I'm getting huge! I feel so bloated, do I look like a balloon? Or maybe a hot air balloon? I'm growing out of proportion, I'm becoming a giant!'


And very soon the space was no longer sufficient, the workers were forced to move all the equipment out of the room so as to free up the space needed for Alux to continue inflating.


"HULP HULP HULP!"


The saliva had run out, but that did not stop him from continuing. He swallowed without even having to think anymore, it became an automatic gesture, as mechanical as riding a bicycle. The workers pointed at him and burst out laughing again as the farts kept coming out of his ass.


"Look at how fucking fat he is! If only there was a mirror big enough he could see himself!"


"And in your opinion come that far he could do something? In my opinion, no! He's too fat and lardy, and then he's farting nonstop!"


"Do you see the cream coming out of his skin? Do you think it's good?"


"Are you thinking of eating it? Ahahahah!"
"Ahahahahahha! Ahahahahha!


How much did they laugh? They couldn't have even quantified it. But how could they be blamed, Alux had taken up the whole room, but the pipe kept gushing out quintals of cream. The eleventh beep was heard, the factory had never produced so much cream in a single day, and indeed, actually not even in a whole week. It was a record that only a voracious obese man like him could have set and broken soon after. His little pistol had disappeared under a dense, massive state of fat; looking at it would have made anyone laugh out loud. But it would have been most difficult to peer at, indeed, impossible.
The tube broke suddenly, but Alux did not give up, the same thought kept rumbling in his head over and over again.


'He's trying to escape! But I won't let him, because I will win! I will win! I will defeat him!'


So he used his mass to bounce upward and like a balloon on the verge of imploding he reached the part of the tube that was still intact. On it he clamped his mouth, the jet of cream continued to flow into him, as if it were a decidedly overstuffed cannoli.
Alux's extremities pressed against the walls, the boy continued to grow. The workers took a safe distance, but did not stop snickering like elementary school children at one of their particularly fat classmates.
They began to taunt him.


"There he is! Laux the cream-filled ball!"


"Look at him! It's going to explode soon, look how his face is swelling!"


"It's too funny! I've never seen anything like that in my life! Never met a being that size!"


"Do you think it's bigger than a blue whale?"


"Definitely more! The room is 200 meters wide, and he's filling the whole thing!"


"And look at his head, it's about to touch the
ceiling!"


They began laughing heartily again, the scene seemed so comical to them, a very pleasant interlude to their hard work. The best lunch break of their entire careers. There was a toothy smile on everyone's face; it was clearly the best day of their lives, and certainly the funniest.


"Alux could have broken some kind of world record as the world's fattest fat guy!"


 Exclaimed one voice, and his other companions nodded and murmured in assent.
The spectacle sin intensified when the twelfth beep was heard, then immediately afterwards the alarm went off: the cream reserves were about to run out.
Alux recognized the signal, sensing that he had almost made it.
He had reached almost 1300 kg, but victory was getting closer and closer.


'There's the signal! One more hundred gallons and I will win! I knew it, I knew it, no one believed in me but in the end I will make it! I will make it!"


The farts increased in intensity; they came out in profusion from his huge fat ass like thermonuclear missile strikes.
The roar became deafening and beyond endurance. The echo of the flatulence reverberated throughout the city, all the inhabitants of the city turned their attention to the factory, as if a real nuclear bomb had just been dropped there.
But Hiroshima and Nagasaki would have paled before the sonic power that Alux's farts were able to unleash. His fat flattened on the ground, creating a new lardy floor into which he could sink his feet.
Like a pig being fattened, Alux lost all control of his body. He staggered uncontrollably, moving a few inches, nevertheless keeping himself attached to the tube, as if the latter were connected to him with an incredibly strong special glue.
But the peak of the spectacle offered by that blob reached its climax some time later, when the thirteenth beep was heard, by which time Alux had reached dimensions beyond all control.
He looked like a mushy, almost muddy blob, with all that fat wobbling from side to side.


"Hulp...Hulp..."


He had slowed down.


'I can't lose right now! I can't lose right now!'


 He tried to give himself strength, inside, deep inside that shaky mountain, he felt he would really make it. But suddenly the workers increased their decibels, laughing like madmen. The spectacle was to their ample liking. Alux's skin had become a wafer-thin fabric, under which an untold load of cream pressed insistently in a desperate attempt to get out.


"Hulp...hulp..."


Two more puffs, the limit, one of many, was so close.


KABOOM!
BLAAM!


It happened with a rapidity that left everyone present stunned. Laux's body imploded from within after reaching and passing a point of no return. An impressive cascade of cream gushed out like a volcanic eruption, soiling every inch of the factory. The resulting shockwave was so powerful that it shook the earth itself, the workers had to hold on to beams to keep from flying off like fools. Nevertheless, they continued to laugh, and, enjoying themselves like mad, they hung on with all the strength at their disposal.
In the meantime, the farts saw a quicker way out, and exploded in all their power, roaring so loudly as to shatter eardrums. The cream flew thick and full-bodied over the faces and bodies of the workers, soiling their clothes, even ending up in their throats. Laux's body parts imploded with comical order, as if they were waiting their turn.
His arms and legs imploded in a sugary rumble. The room was tinged with yellow, laughter seasoned the roar of farts, the entire factory was indelibly marked.
The traces of Alux's defiance would remain for many years in memory of his comical feat. At one point, as the shockwave continued to rattle with its unprecedented power, a worker pointed to something overhead, and laughing, said:


" Look! LOOK AT THE PIPE!"


Despite the difficulties, his companions managed to look up in the direction of the thunder, and the discovery aroused uncontrolled laughter in them.


"HE DID IT!"


"THE FAT MAN DID IT!"


"HE WON! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, BUT HE WON!


 They shouted, snickering like hyenas.
And indeed, from the final end of the metal tube, the jet of cream was almost finished. Only a few particularly liquid drops were separating from it.
The workers were right-the tanks had been emptied.
Alux had won.