Rex was started to wonder when he would become the next target of Confet. Instead of their usually tactic they were straight forward. Now Rex is trapped and forced into their experiments. Will he ever get to meet his beloved John and Roommates again?

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This is the last of the Filling arc of the Confet saga. I hope you enjoy this. I have a question for you reader? Any Name suggestions for the raccoon and the director? They need some as it getting tiring to refer to them as the raccoon and the director. Any other feed back is also great.

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A grin appeared on his face as a plan formed in his head. He quickly texted the mage on staff. His stomach growl with hunger and he knew that he would need to size up his suit soon. He selected the next subject.

Project Apple selected. Generating cover story.

Done. Begin when ready.

The raccoon sat back in his chair with satisfaction. The promotion will be mine. He got up and walked to the food court.



Rex couldn’t believe that he got an offer from ConFet. He didn’t even bother to open the letter but burnt it. “I won’t fall for your tricks. I will get my boyfriend and roommates back you vile company.” How can I do it? It depends on what kind of plot they have. I don’t know what they have done to them. My charms have been rooted out and destroyed. I couldn’t get a clear location either. With frustration he pounded his fist into the table. “They are too good. Normal companies are unaware of magic, but they noticed right away.”

With a sigh he walked around their house. It once was full of life but now was empty. His heart ached when he got to his room and there wasn’t John sleeping. “I will get you back.” Tears streamed from his face as he collapsed against the wall. “I will get you all back. I swear on the divine.” He cried for the rest of the evening.

In the morning, he got up and looked out his window. With school being out for the summer he had all the free time to work on getting them back. “A bit strange weather? Fog isn’t common around here...” Wait could this be something else? It seems too happenstance to be normal weather. As he thought more about it, he noticed that the fog was starting to seep through the windows.

Taking a sniff, he at once covered his nose. Lavender?! It a sleeping mist. He could already feel drowsy. He quickly ran out of his room only to see the mist everywhere. Hells I deed to get to my craft room. Moving as fast as he could he knew his time was short as the drowsiness was getting stronger.

Pulling on the door he found that it was lock. He quickly spoke the lock phrase to unlock the door, but he inhaled more of the mist. Curse me and my paranoia, Tate was right that it would come back to get me. Getting to his desk, he started searching for clover and cinnamon. Knew I had them somewhere. The world started to fade. Spotting the spices he tried to reach them, but he blacked out before he could use them.



Rex Woke up on the ground in a white room. He could faint splashing and gurgling noises from the other side of the wall. “Where... Where am I?” Rubbing his head the wolf was still shaking off the drowsiness. A sound from the side of the room made him whip his head in that direction.

It was a hatch, and a slime-like creature was coming out of it. Rex started to back away, when he noticed that he was stripped of his clothing. Great I stuck in a weird room with a slime... this can’t get worst. The slime was a golden tan color, looking liked baked apples.

Once the slime was fully out of the hatch, it closed with thud. The slime slowly began to move towards Rex. I need to figure out what type of slime it is. I can disregard it being cube varieties as it has the come tear drop shape. The size tells be it not a common either. But the color is not something I don’t know. Usually, color can tell you so much, but this is new.

His head the wall, he looked back in surprise then back at the slime. It had reached the middle of the room where he first woke up. Out of space and running out of time. Its texture is shifting. It might be a new breed of metamorpho slime... rare of a rare slime... but what does it want to turn me into? And what method?

The slime was now a foot away; it reached out as if it was looking for something. It can smell me, but it can’t see me. It needs to touch me. I don't think I can get up and move in time. Dang I shouldn’t have been so focus on what type of slime. The slime continued to move forward with it arm swinging in the air.

Its arm was inches away from his face. He could smell apple pie coming from it. Apple Pie? It going to turn me into something apple pie? Now that I think about all oof them mentioned filled pastry. Is what Confet is doing? He chuckled a bit, but this was the wrong move to make.

The slime could feel his breath and its arms moved like lightning. It covered his mouth and was forcing itself down his throat. If I can resist long enough it will tire out. Right? Every second felt like agony as he clinched everything to prevent the slime from getting in, but his strength was failing him.

He couldn't hold any longer and the slime went down his throat. Its body started to cover Rex’s. He could feel it starting to fill his body, but it also started to expand around him. In a matter of seconds, he was complete encased. It looking like it put me into a cocoon. Well, this is interesting. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. And I think it dragging me up the wall now.

The slime moved along the walk and across the ceiling. It then suspended Rex in the middle of the room. It became a pilar of slime with Rex resting in the middle. Rex curd up into the fetal position he could feel the slime starting to feed him. It could be worst right? At least I am not dead... still being forcibly converted is not much higher. I hope there is a way to reverse it. I don’t know how long I going to be in here. These can take a day or two or months... I might never get to see John again. His heart sank with this realization.

“Before you get too depressed. You should be able to speak with your friends after you are done converting.” The voice was male and sounded like it could be through a speaker. The only male person he could guess would be the raccoon that all of them mentioned before they went silent. Though it was a rough guess as it really could be anyone.

If I really get to talk and see them again that would be nice? I wonder if they were nearby to this place? It would be great to see John again. Issac and Tate as well. I missed them all. I kind of want this transformation to happen fast. Almost as if it read his mind the slime started its work in transforming him.

He could feel his gut being to extent as the slime pumped more into it. He knew that he was being stuffed with transformative slime, and it was sadly going to affect his waistline. He could feel his body digesting the slime almost as fast as it was being pumped in. He could feel layers of fat building up on his gut. He was able to move his arms to starting to feel the new softness. This was always his favorite part of gaining weight. Something him and John were always prone to.

Well, I guess I don't need worry about keeping up with appearances. Not like I could leave after this anyways. I wonder how it would feel when I reach my limit. Moving up to his chest he could feel them soften. Moving to his thighs, the feel of them thicken was so pleasant to him. He didn’t know how big he would get or what was their plan for him, but if he got bigger, he could accept that.

Feeling the edge of the slime, it was thickened and growing harder to make the cocoon that he would be spending his time in. Yet he could feel something shaving the slime, but he wasn’t sure that it was. Then all sudden the slime began to grow and increased it flow into him.

What the? Are they feeding the slime? The scale of the transformation was starting to dawn on him. If they are feeding the slime, then I am going to grow much bigger than I expected. Usually, these slimes add a few extra pounds, as they use up most of their mass and energy transforming their target. But they are feeding it to allow it to fill him up more. This excited him even more.

He moved his hand to his side and could feel his new love handles filling out. But he also noticed that his back was getting stiff. He reached back and rubbed his back. Huh? There is a hard patch there... I think it might be a shell. If it was scales it would be all over my body, but this is in the center of my back. The only thing I can think of with a shell is a snail... yuck why that animal? He would have stuck out his tongue by the slime tendril was preventing him from doing so.

He never liked snails, not sure why either. He was okay with slugs and other slimy creatures but not snails. Why? Snails don’t make anything of value to anyone. Why transform me into a large one for that purpose? There is only one species... it finally dawned on him. The apple color, the taste and the smell. They are turning me into an apple pie snail? Is this where they get the filling for those pies? And is it similar for their other filled products? Did John and the other suffer a similar fate.

He did notice that that the price of lemon pies decreased but the quality increased. It was around the time John became the taste tester. The cherry with Tate and the raspberry with Issac. He moved his hand to rub his chin; it brushed against his ballooning stomach and his moobs that started puff up. So, they, and soon me, became the new source of the filling. To do that they used food monsters as the catalysis. Man, I wish I was brought on as part of the lab staff. I would have loved to have study this effect, not be part of the experiment. I hope I get to see the data at some point in the future.

Rubbing his gut, he could feel his skin growing softer and slimier. I bet that I am starting to become more transparent. My shell seems to be coming in nicely. Still wish I was anything but a snail, but fate is uncaring. Taking his left hand, he started to jiggle his moobs that were growing almost as fast as his stomach. They were soft and started to sag over his gut. I Bet this is the biggest I’ve ever been. I usually stop and shrink myself at this point. It a bad look for a fat PE teacher, seem too hypocritical in my opinion. Had too many of those in school.

Even though he was suspended in the middle of the room he could feel the slime slowly dropping him toward the grown. The slime did nothing to stop him from feeling his own gut and moobs from sagging over his frame. While his gut and moobs were the greediest for the increasing fat, his other body part went neglected. His cheek filled and overed his jawline, that John liked to look at. His snout was starting to be buried in them and in his neck fat that was near a triple chin. His arms were now as thick as his thighs used to be with any muscle being covered in inches of fat. His fingers were more like sausages, and he could not clench his hand anymore. His back was cover5ed by a spiraling shell. It was modeled red with spots of green. His legs were now the size of tree trunks but still dwarfed by his gut. His feet started to be covered by the fat on his calves.

His ear flicked when he thought he could start to hear someone speaking. What is that? It not he confet guys as I couldn’t hear them until they turned on the speakers. Listening closer he could tell that there were multiple voices, all sounded male. They were growing in volume and clarity. It kind of sound like John? His heart started to race. The others sound like Tate and Issac. They must have been nearby. I know that the room didn’t move. This gut like to jiggle too much for that stealth. He gave his gut a gentle slap with the shockwave rippling across his gut.

He started to be able to understand what was being spoken around him, but it still wasn’t every clear... “Wonder... He... Join...” The voice that sounded like Issac said.

“Looks... He... Done... John... Excited?” The voice of Tate was clearer and nearer. I guess they can see me. They must have been behind the other walls and only lifted the white walls once I was safely held. Explains the sounds I heard when I came to.

“Yes, can’t wait.” John’s voice was clear, and his loving tone filled the whole in Rex’s heart. I am so happy that he still the same as before he left. I missed his voice so much.

“Wonder how... It will... Take for... To speak...” Issac was the farthest away from him. I bet they have us in four rooms next to reach other and we share a corner. I doubt I could have heard Issac if we were in a line. And I guess there is a special kind of speaking you must do. Interesting. I knew that slimes and their cousins could communicate, but never how. They aren’t the smartest creatures.

“It’s not that... He just needs to... To speak... Natural.” Man, I wish I could hear Tate better as I feel like he just explained how I could do it. Though I don’t think I am quite transformed enough to do it.

Turning his attention back to his body he could feel the pleasure of the growth. He could feel his arms and legs started to sink into his gut and shell. If he was on the ground, he would be the size of two trucks, one for his gut and the other for his shell. His neck started to engulf his head, with his cheeks starting to block his vision as well. He was loving every minute of it.

He suddenly fell about a foot and hit the ground. His whole body sloshed back and forth with giant ripples bounced across him. He landed gut fist and was basically like a beached whale. He could hear the others laugh that the less than graceful fall. He could not move his head to look up, not that he could see much anyways. I guess I grew too big for the slime to hold me up. And I think that the cocoon is finally done as it starting to crack. He could feel it cracking faster every second as the slime slowed it pumping.

Pieces for the cocoon started to fall away. First around his sides then towards his gut. When a piece covering his head fell away a tube was at once shoved into his mouth. It started to pump liquid down his throat. A wave spread across his body as the liquid hit his gut fast and harder than the slime ever did. Still, he could feel his body continue to grow. His gut started to produce thick apple filling that oozed off.

“Babe, you finally joined us.” John said, but the way rex was positioned he could not see him. “Oh, and you can talk by vibrating your body. I can’t wait to hear you voice again.” A thud sound came from a wall to his right. He tried to move his head in that direction but found that he was slowly moving his whole body in that direction.

How do I speak by vibrating my body? Maybe I just must talk like I’m humming. “Testing,” he weakly spoke as it wasn’t intuitive.

“Welcome to Confet Production Labs, or Gluttony Prison as we call it Rex.” Issac said with a matter-of-fact tone.

“He fast at moving then we were after transforming. Though crawling is easier than swimming.” Tate said with a sloshing sound.

Rex was finally able to turn himself around and looked straight at the wall. It was a weird transparent yellow with some darker spots. He moved closer to the wall. “John?”

“Yep, this is me.” John said. “I am the giant yellow pile of slime. Though I am less of a blob as I used to be. I can start to move my hands a little.” Sweet tears started to flow from Rex’s eyes.

“I missed you so much.” Rex pressed himself against the wall. “It was so lonely without you.” Sure, this isn’t the best situations but it not the worst either. I got to go into a blob, and I get to be here with Rex. Tate and Issac are nice as well. I still wish I could touch them...

Rex moved over to look at Tate, who was submerged in a red liquid, most of their fat was deposited in their moob, gut and butt. This gave them segmented look. They could move about by moving their body side to side. Their hands were pointing out of their body. It must be much easy to be supported by a liquid. This shell weighs a ton, maybe literally.

If he looked very carefully, he could see Issac pressed against the wall between him and Tate. “Issac how and why are you squished to the wall?”

“I was turned into a limpet. Basically, I like a sea snail, but my shell is a cone. I think you should be able to do this as well. You're a snail as well, but I don't know how well it would work for you without support.”

Rex decided to try it and moved to the wall between him and John. He started to push into the wall but angled his head upwards and slowly he was able to climb up the wall. He stopped when he was eye level with John and the others. “Yeah, it not as easy with this shell. It feels like it always trying to drag me back down.”

“Your still cute as a blob.” John said with a playful tone. “But you soon will adapt to be this big and slowly get more mobile. This is more from my own experience, but it seems to be true.” Rex could only grin and be satisfied that his prison wasn’t going to be all that bad.



The raccoon drummed the desk with his fingers. “Still no progress on the addictive cure?” He said with a sigh and placed the paper he was reading on his desk. He had finally got a new size up in clothing. He once was a nice medium, but he needs a large now. Soon it going to be an extra-large at this rate. He had impressive guts and almost had a dad bod, but without the muscle.

A door at the door drew his attention to the clock. Almost time for my meeting with the director. “Come in,” he said as he pushed himself away from the desk and stood up. Looking at the door he was shocked by who was standing there. It was the director.

The director was a well-built jaguar, who didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. In his hand he held a paper cup with a thick caramel liquid. “I couldn’t wait for you. So, I came down myself.” With a quick stride he made his way to the raccoon’s desk and handed the cup to him. “Better drink up. Need to test its safety.” The jaguar's grin unsettled him as he gulped down the apple flavored filling.

“Good,” He chuffed. He moved around the raccoon and surprised him by grabbing the raccoon’s chest and giving a squeeze. “I like bigger boys,” he whispered into the raccoon’s ears.

“What's the meaning of this?” The raccoon was pretty sure where this was going so, he left some of the apple filling in his cheek.

“Don’t lie to me. I know you been eyeing me ever since you started working for us. I just never had a reason to pay attention to you until you started growing.” The jaguar wasn’t wrong that the raccoon was eyeing him. “Right now, we can concern this our first date if that's okay with you?” The raccoon nodded his head, and the jaguar reach over and kissed him. Their tongues exchanged salvia, but the raccoon added the filling to his.

I am fine being in this kind of relation, but he needs to share the burden with me. I hope we can make this last. The raccoon turned around and started to undress the jaguar who started to do the same to him. The raccoon could feel his new gut rubbing against the rock-hard abs of the jaguar.

After they climaxed the jaguar looked at him. “So, who is the next batch of people we are going to turn into products?”

“I don’t know yet. We can do dough, topping or chocolate?” The raccoon said as his stomached growled followed by the jaguar. “I guess we can get some lunch first then decide. The jaguar slowly nodded looking confused at his gut.