Zuxa groaned as he looked up at the silo looming over him. He'd replaced all the other old buildings on the farm right after he'd moved in, but he'd left this one for 'another day'. That day came and went, and the silo was still standing. He'd even started using it to store grain again! He was going to finally get the damn thing torn down soon though, but that meant he had to empty it now.

The fat-ass farmer was left with a few choices. He could rent a big truck and pump the feed into a tank on that, then leave it sitting around until the new silo was built. He could see that getting expensive though, since it was going to be a month at best. He didn't need the truck for anything else either, and he'd probably need more than one for all that grain. He COULD spend all day bagging it up and store it in the barn, but then he ran the risk of the bags tearing, or the grain getting wet and rotting.

As the alien's belly rumbled, he realized he'd been so preoccupied with this problem he'd skipped breakfast. A grin crept onto his face as he found his solution, giving his gut a pat. If he couldn't easily move or store the grain, he'd just have to use it all. Right now!

Hours of gorging later, and Zuxa was immense. The silo groaned against him as his flabby body leaned onto it, lardy mass swelling ever larger and jiggling as the alien chugged. Super fattening animal feed poured through the huge hose, tumbling into Zuxa's maw and adding to his immense weight. He was huge, he was massive! And it felt oh, oh so good. Sure he'd have to have someone come by and haul his flabby, immobile body away from the silo's side sometime soon, but he couldn't care less right now.

He had more grain to drain, more feed to eat, and more weight to gain! He'd worry about all the details after he was done gorging. And after a nap, after that...