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Machine Malfunction : Mr. Cogswell Slime Inflation Collab by German-Werewolf-Vetor

At the company called Cogswell's Cogs. Today was the day that Mr. Cogswell and his fellow helpers will finally sabotage his rival company, Pacely's Sprockets. Mr. Cogswell was always jealous of Mr. Spacley's achievements. Getting lots of money in sales, getting the best employees, and other things that made Mr. Cogswell's company lower. His employees have worked on a machine that will hopefully be the downfall of Mr. Cogswell's rival. The machine they built was a machine that would make a lot of sticky slime. Not only would it produce almost a unlimited amount, it would also take months if not years to clean it up. That would result in the company closing down for a very long period of time, and his company rising to the top. It was a genius plan that he couldn't wait to try.

Opening the doors to the laboratory. Three of his employees turned to face him, waiting for orders. " So, is the machine finished? " He asked, eagerly. Employee one nodded. " Yes sir! It is finished. " Mr. Cogswell cupped his hands in excitement. " At last! I can finally put that Pacely's Sprockets company out of work for good! " He giggles. He walks towards the slime machine, wanting to give it a test run. " Wait! Sir! " Employee two ran to Mr. Cogswell, blocking him. " What's the meaning of this? " He askes, irritated. " S-Sir! The machine is done, but it has a. . .glitch. " Employee two explained. " Yes. We should try fixing that glitch before we test it. " Employee three added. Mr. Cogswell scoffed. " Nonsense, what's one small glitch gonna do. " He shoved Employee two out of the way. He gazed at the machine. There who two large silo shaped pumps. Twelve tubes leading down to a glass box, green slime bubbling and churning inside.

" Outstanding! " He exclaimed. Loving the design of the invention. Unraveling the hose, he aimed it towards a small city scale model. Other employees holding cleaning products, at the ready to clean the sludge. " And. . . " He hovered his hand over the button. " Now! " he firmly pressed two fingers down on the button. Green gooey slime slowly poured out of the hose. He grabbed the lever to speed up the process. The thick liquid pushed out even faster. All of it oozing and seeping through the cracks of the scale model. All of the sudden, the the tube stopped pouring slime. A thick clogging noise was heard. They all turned around, the slime machine seemed have been clogged or a technical malfunction was happening. Three of his employees looked at their boss with a 'I told you so' face. " Do not worry folks! " He said to everyone, not letting his pride be interfered. " I will have this thing working in no time! ". He pulled the lever back and forth, hoping that the pressure will unclog. But nothing happened. He pressed the button several times, but nothing happened. He decided that his last resort was to try and suck the slime out. Grabbing the hose with both of his hands, he put the tube in his mouth. He sucked in several times, the clog only budging a little. With one final inhale, the slime finally unclogged.

Before he can take the hose out of his mouth, the slime quickly shot into his mouth. His cheeks quickly puffing up like plump marshmallows. He tried to pull the hose out, but the stickiness of the slime seemed to have glued his mouth to the entrance. The slime went down his throat, starting to fill his stomach. Mr. Cogswell was now panicking. " Mmmphh! Mmmmphhh!! " His cries of help were muffled. Two of his employees darted towards the machine. Trying to turn it off. But the button and lever had seemed to jammed. Mr. Cogswell started to feel his stomach become stuffed. Looking down, he saw that his gut was pushing out against his shirt and belt. Putting his hands to his bely, feeling the fabric stretch and creak. The belt was becoming tighter and tighter. The constriction and pressure building up so much, it made Mr. Cogswell whimper in pain. With one final creak, the belt finally snapped. The buckle shooting off, it deflected off the wall, then hitting one of the employees. Not long after having the relief of the release, ripping noises from his shirt could be heard. The rips starting small, then quickly bursting. His slime filled stomach jiggled as the last parts of the fabric ripped. His swollen belly now being exposed for everyone to see.

Just as Mr. Cogswell thought he was going to get bigger and bigger. The machine finally turned off, no more slime pushing through the tube. One of the employees must 'of finally got the button and lever unstuck. He gripped the hose again, hoping that he can get it out this time. With a few rough tugs, he finally ripped the hose from his mouth. He gasped in shock as he looked down. His stomach was a massive balloon, filled to the brim with slime. He looked at his employees angrily. " Why didn't you fix the glitches!? " He asked in a growling tone. Employee one did a face palm and sighed. " We tried to tell you sir. But you wouldn't listen. " The worker was right. If Mr. Cogswell had listened to his employees, he wouldn't be a slime filled blimp. He groaned in irritation. " Go fix the glitches! I'm going to rest. UUuuurrrrppphhhh!! Uuuooohhhh". He moaned, feeling a massive stomach ache coming. Carrying his slime filled stomach, he carefully and slowly walked to his office. Trying not to get sick. But despite his efforts, he would keep burping and groaning in pain. He made it to his office, but how was he going to be able to enter? Mr. Cogswell sucked his gut in and pushed through. It took him a few seconds to get himself inside. With one last push, he got in. " Wh-Whoaa! " He almost fell when losing his balance. " Ooooohhh " He moaned as he felt the slime slosh around, making him feel more sick. After taking a few seconds for his belly to settle down. He slowly walked over to his office chair, each step caused a thick gurgle to go off. He prepared himself to sit on the chair, his ballooned belly pushing his desk away. He sat down, the chair started to loudly creak. The creaking soon turned to wood cracking. " Uh oh. " In a split second , the chair broke loudly. " Hhhrrgh! AaaaAAAAUUUUURRRRRRRRrrrrppppppp!! " The wiggling of his stomach caused him to let out a loud throaty burp. One of the employees ran to the entrance of Cogswell's office. " Sir! Are you alright? ". Mr. Cogswell tried to get up, but couldn't due to his belly being in the way. " I'm fine I'm fine. Uuurrp!! " He explained, rubbing his rear. " But, you may wanna get me a chair that's more. . .stable. ". He ordered.

Employee two ran off. Possibly going to find another chair for his boss. Mr. Cogswell leaned forward, rubbing his blimp sized orb. Trying to give himself some comfort as he waited for another chair. The digestion was now making him become sleepy. " Maybe I'll just. . . " a yawn interrupting his sentence. " Take a nap. " He leaned forward, resting his head on his stomach. The slime filled belly had seemed to provide him with a comfy surface to rest on. In only about a few minuets, he was out. Employee two ran back. " Sir, We don't have any other- " He stopped to see that his Boss was in a deep sleep, snoring loudly. He shrugged his shoulders. " Guess he already found his 'new' chair. ".

THE END

Machine Malfunction : Mr. Cogswell Slime Inflation Collab

German-Werewolf-Vetor

Collab story I did with AlanaDaMoonDemon4ever

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    This collaboration exemplifies how creativity knows no bounds, even in the realm of machining parts manufacturers. It's truly remarkable to witness how Mr. Cogswell has ingeniously harnessed the skills of machining experts to bring his unique vision to life. This innovative fusion of artistic expression and precision engineering not only pushes the boundaries of what's possible but also demonstrates the limitless potential when different fields come together. Kudos to the team for turning a machine malfunction into a work of art!