The Bull Factory

by Portowulf

 Ricardo finds himself at the new “Bull Factory” club, and learns where the name comes from.

Added: May 2020 1,980 words 8,910 views 4.8 stars (6 votes)

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Ricardo returned home from a long day at work. Doing manual labor always left him feeling tired, sweaty, and hungry. He quickly took a shower before starting dinner.

Ricardo was your average guy, he worked hard but kept his head down. The best way to describe him was ‘unremarkable”, and he knew it, but didn’t mind.

He was a little short, and definitely on the skinny side: 5’7” and 125 pounds. His clothes hung loosely off him. He looked younger than he was. Despite being in his mid thirties, he often was confused for a college student, or worse, a high schooler.

He always got carded, no matter where he went. It got to the point he stopped going out to the clubs and bars, but he was getting lonely and stir crazy at home. He needed something other than work and videogames.

Thinking if this, he made up his mind.

He was going clubbing tonight.

A few hours later, he was driving downtown. It had been months since he had been out. Maybe even a year. The club he remembered was now gone, to his disappointment. In its new place was a new club with a cartoon bull for a logo. He couldn’t see a name.

He was already there, so he figured he’d check it out. Giving a last Spritz of his cologne, and popping a mint, he walked to the club.

First thing he noticed, there was no line outside. He always hated waiting so he took it as a bonus. However, there was still the matter of the bouncer.

“Hey little guy, I’m gonna need to see some ID,” said the bouncer. He was the typical, jacked dude with a bald head. He had a bit of a ‘roid gut but still looked agile. There was something about his stance.

“Yeah, here you go,” said Ricardo, already used to it.

“Damn, 36? Lookin’ good man. ‘Iight, go on in.”

Ricardo smiled awkwardly at the compliment and went inside. The place was dark other than some red strobe lights on the dance floor.

Looking around, he quickly realized he was the smallest person there. And also there were no chicks. He had definitely wandered into a gay club. Figures why there was no line, he thought.

He turned around, ready to leave, but he felt someone put a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“Cadoo?” said a familiar voice, calling a nickname only his friends knew.

It was Manuel, another guy on the landscaping team. Why was he here? Was he…?

“I’m surprised to see you here, little dude,” he said, his other hand holding a drink.

“Yeah, I thought this was still the old club, I didn’t realise what this was,” said Ricardo, inching for the door.

“Ahhhh,” said Manny, pulling Ricardo in. “Don’t worry about it man, this will be our little secret.”

Manuel, or Manny as his friends called him, was a big man. Ricardo was always surprised he was able to keep up with the physical labor, but Manny was built like an ox.

“Did you see the sign outside?” he asked Ricardo.

“Yeah, why?” He answered out of politeness

“This place is the Bull Factory. It’s where tiny guys like you become big guys like me,” he said loudly, over the music.

“Fuck off,” said Ricardo, jokingly, not really understanding what Manny was taking about.

“Hey, not everyone can be blessed with genes like mine,” Manny replied with a chuckle. “Little guys as yourself come when they want to plump up like a real man.”

“Yo, I am a real man,” replied Ricardo, his voice cracking ironically.

“You’re a pipsqueak, is what you are,” said Manny with a drunken slur. “But I can fix that if you want.”

It started to click in Ricardo’s mind now what he was saying. He couldn’t deny he had always wanted to be bigger or more manly, although he had hoped to be more of a football player or other athletic type.

He couldn’t tell if it was the music or the lights or what, but he really started to become interested in what Manny had to say.

“So what exactly do you do?” he asked.

“We share our gift!” he replied with a laugh. “You want to try? What do you have to lose?”

Any other day, and Ricardo would have already been in the car home or anywhere else, but the club had entranced him. And like he said, what did he have to lose?

“You know what? Sure,” he said.

“Really? That’s great!” exclaimed Manny. “Follow me!” he said, grabbing Ricardo’s hand and pulling him towards the dance floor.

The two went past the lights and music and went to the back wall. Manny moved the curtain out of the way, and opened a hidden door.

The two then went down a set of stairs. This area was better lit but you could still hear the pulsing music from upstairs.

“What is this place?” asked Ricardo.

“The bull factory,” said Manny. “The real deal.”

As they walked down a hallway, Ricardo saw several rooms with different men in them. All big guys, some with things connected to them, almost like a hospital. He started to get a little scared.

Manny brought him to an open room. “Here we are!” he said with a smile.

“I’m having second thoughts…” Ricardo started to say.

“Nonsense,” said Manny, stepping closer. “I promise I’ll be here for you the whole time.” He gave Ricardo a big bear hug.

Ricardo was surprised but found comfort in it. Manny smelled good. Wait, why was he smelling him? But he did smell good…

Manny let go, and went to a console.

“So,” said Manny, accessing the controls, “how big do you want to go?”

Instantly Ricardo’s mind flashed of him as huge. 300+ pounds kind of huge. But he quickly blinked as if to erase the image from his mind.

“I guess like another ten pounds?”

“Te-?!” started Manny, but he caught himself. “No worries, buddy, that’s easy. Ten pounds coming up,” he said, dialing in the amount on the console.

From the roof, a corded mask descended. It reminded Ricardo of the air masks on an airplane.

“Put that mask on,” said Manny.

Without thinking, Ricardo did as he was told.

With a press of a button, something came through the cord and to the mask. Instinctively, he opened his mouth. A sort of gooey substance entered. It slid past his tongue before he could taste it.

Shocked, Ricardo stumbled back and removed the mask. “What was that?” he asked frantically.

“That was your extra ten pounds!” answered Manny. Look at the mirror to see for yourself.

As he turned around, he saw himself a little fuller. He was still skinny but not as skinny.

“Huh,” Ricardo said incredulously. “So… I can get more?”

Manny smiled wide. “Of course! How much more do you want?”

Again, visions of even bigger Ricardo flashed through his mind, but he still decided against it. For now.

“I guess I could stand another fifty…”

“Coming right up!”

The same process happened, although more goop came through. But this time he was ready for it. Now the changes were more prominent. He watched in the mirror as his body expanded. It was an interesting enthralling experience.

He took off the mask and checked himself out in the mirror. He liked what he saw. And it was so fast! It was so exciting! He needed more.

He turned to ask Manny for more, but stopped to watch him picking up something he dropped. He had a nice ass. He never thought about it before but Manny was kinda sexy. Like a real man. But why was he thinking that? He wasn’t gay. Or was he?

To be fair, he never gave it much thought. So maybe he’s possible. But more likely it was just a passing thing. He packed it down deep inside and continued on.

“Okay, give me another 100. I want to get big.”

“Now you’re talking!” exclaimed Manny.

Ricardo put on the mask and downed twice as much as before, and watched himself balloon up. Now his stomach and chest became hugely inflated as the short little guy ballooned to a 285. His body was tight, reminding him of the bouncer.

He ripped off his mask, and moved to the mirror, but his pants ripped from the extra weight.

“Oh, that’s always the sexiest part” said Manny.

“Really?” replied Ricardo, turned on by the comment. He felt himself begin to chub up in his crotch.

He no longer questioned it. He turned to Manny and embraced him. “This is amazing, thank you,” he said in Manny’s ear.

“My pleasure,” said Manny, before leaning in for a kiss.

The two made out, bumping into the wall and sliding down to the floor. Ricardo broke free for a second but only for air, then returned to Manny.

After a bit of that Manny spoke up. “Want to keep going?” he asked, nodding toward Ricardo’s new size.

Ricardo was hooked. With a huge grin, he agreed. “How big can I get?”

“Just put the mask on and find out.”

Ricardo eagerly put on the mask. The floodgates opened and more and more goo came into the mask. It kept coming and coming for minutes on end. Ricardo began to swell. He gained hundreds of pounds all at once. His clothes ripped to shreds.

Ricardo sat there, 700 pounds of man, and struggled to reach his mask to take it off. That thought made him precum. He was so huge.

Many saw his opportunity and called in more goo. Ricardo was surprised but took every drop. He became huge. His man tits squished into his chin and his gut filled the room. He didn’t stop until he was a 1200-pound blob of fat.

Manny walked up to his creation. “Hey, sexy.”

Ricardo labored to breathe. His cock was hard but hidden in his own body. But he lusted for Manny.

Ricardo opened his mouth towards Manny. Manny dropped his pants and began to face fuck Ricardo.

“Oh, Cadoo… yes…” Manny moaned.

Soon, he busted a nut and ropes of cum filled Ricardo’s mouth.

“It tastes just like the fattening goo,” said Ricardo

“Oh I didn’t mention, that is the fattening goo.” Manny mentioned offhand. “Guys like us get milked daily so we can fatten up newcomers”

Ricardo would have been horrified if he wasn’t so turned on.

“So… I get to be milked too?” Ricardo asked.

“Yessir. I don’t see you getting out through that door any time soon. And we can keep you fed like this forever.”

“Manny?” asked the hulking Ricardo.


“Milk me!”

“With pleasure.”

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