I cannot come up with a better title than this. I feel like I'm getting back into the swing of things when it comes to writing so I might post one more story hopefully. Also the cult in this story may be related to one in a game I've been playing a lot, A LOT.

All characters in this story belong to me

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“Here I thought it wouldn't ever come,” Kiline said running over to join Meltdown, Spewla, and Leroxi.
“Like I said, it's rare when we get the time to do it,” Spewla said,
“So what do you girls do when this time does come?” Meltdown asked carrying Leroxi,
“We see who can take the most waste oil until they feel slobbish,” Kiline explained,
“Well, it used to be until we learned that Kiline could take as much as she wanted without getting that feeling.” Spewla looked over at Kiline,
“Or we use it to see how big I can become before I cry, uncle.” Kiline snapped back,
“Or how about that time you caught me in that trap and expanded me to the size you reached when we had the leak in the nuclear goop facility.” Spewla retorted,
“Enough! We’re not getting into another argument about this!” Leroxi yelled,
“Understood…” The two said in unison,
“Does this happen often between the two?” Meltdown looked at Leroxi,
“Do you now see why I’m so glad that you joined?” Leroxi asked,
“So I could carry you…” Meltdown simply replied.

The four soon reached a large room with waste oil pipes coming out of the ceiling, floor, and various walls each with the words printed on them: "WARNING: HIGH-PRESSURE WASTE OIL TRANSPORT PIPE". Meltdown entered, put Leroxi down, and examined one of the pipes.
“Here we are. So we should get started quickly, we don’t have any time to waste.” Spewla grabbed one of the tubes and demonstrated the tube’s flexibility by fixing it into her bottom and began feeling the pressure already building up as a huge stream of waste oil flowed down into her body in giant bulges. Quickly her body began expanding, the rest of the girls joined in on the fun by grabbing hoses for themselves and began swelling.
“Now the others say we usually go overboard with this but I don’t know what they’re talking about. We’re clearing out the waste oil they neglected to get rid of and pretty much just sealed off this area.” Spewla complained,
“This feels weird doing this.” Meltdown commented,
“It’s usually weirder than this, right Kiline?” Leroxi looked at her,
“Don’t remind me.” Kiline simply replied. The four girls were already weighed down by their stomachs as the oil pumped mercilessly into their bodies and caused them to expand outwards ever more as meters every second.

Kiline relished and rubbed her expanding stomach while Spewla looked at her crazy,
“Hey girls, what’s the big deal about this cult known as Gamma’s Chosen? What’s wrong with them?” The three looked at Meltdown like she was crazy,
“What’s wrong with the Cult of Gamma? Did you seriously ask what was wrong with those kooks?” Spewla berated her,
“You obviously don't know who they are,” Leroxi said,
“Just tell me what’s wrong with them then!” Meltdown yelled,
“They’re a cult of looneys who worship the heavy radiation that some of the facilities emit. We found them in one of the facilities long ago and sent those lunatics off to a hospital in order to get them fixed up.” Kiline explained,
“I don’t see the problem, they did take up an abandoned facility and a cult that worships radiation is never going to catch on in this world.” This was when the three began to criticize her for that statement,
“You’re kidding me, right? They’re annoying and we can’t have any of them accidentally wandering around in Breakhert’s.” Spewla said,
“There are so many things wrong with that statement,” Leroxi commented,
“I don't even have any words on that,” Kiline stated,
“Very well then. I guess I don’t need to be around her anymore.” She unplugged the pump and stood up the best she could and waddled with great difficulty carrying her giant stomach.
“Do you still let your anger get the better of you?” Spewla asked,
“SHUT UP!” Meltdown exploded,
“Just leave her alone and let her calm down for right now," Leroxi suggested. Meltdown simply left without another word to any of the other three.

Meltdown wandered the facility looking for another area with waste oil pumps. Luckily she stumbled upon another room like the last with more oil pumps. Excited she quickly took one and inserted it into her bum and let the giant flow of waste oil begin again. Her body quivered as the giant bulges of liquid flowed into her and swelled out.
“This is more like it, some damn peace and quiet while enjoying a nice treat.” She sat down and sighed in pleasure, relaxing, and began enjoying herself.
“Who dares step onto Gamma’s Holy Ground!?” A voice called out,
“Gamma’s holy ground? What are you talking about? Can’t you see I’m just trying to relax?” Meltdown snapped back into her sour mood,
“You dare treat Gamma’s blessed like that? He should have you become one with the glow for talking back in that tone of voice.” Meltdown was about to explode once again,
“Why don't you show yourself, you stupid f****** cultist!? Because I've had it about to up to here with people's petty s*** today!” The man slowly walked out and revealed himself.

He wore robes made from fur pelts and a hood on his head, he wore a bandana on to obscure the bottom of the full face gas mask he was wearing. He had scraps of metal and junk attached to his robes and his boots were the same as standard issue rubber latex suits leading her to believe that he’s the one that stole it.
“I was wondering where the rubber latex suits went…” Meltdown commented,
“Enough. I will be the one asking the questions here.” He said coldly as he walked up to her and poked her engorged stomach,
“No. Here’s what’s gonna happen,” She grabbed him by the sleeve,
“You're gonna answer my questions about who you are and what your cult is all about.” Meltdown attempted to keep a hold on him as long as possible her grip slowly slipped as her arms became more and more blobby.
“You’re lucky this waste oil is filling me up and I don’t want to remove it…” She said a tad embarrassed at this situation.
"Waste oil? As in the radioactive waste oil? By Gamma, I have found one of you." The cultist stared at her amazed,
“What are you talking about?” She asked,
“The ones that hold back Gamma's power, He cannot break your will and you keep on going defiling His power any chance you get. I have to admit, I never thought they looked so… cute.” Meltdown blushed at that comment. She blushed even heavier as her body continued to expand into immobility.

It was awkward silence for the next few minutes with only the sound of the oil pump and her burgeoning body grumbling and gurgling after that comment from the cultist until Meltdown cleared her throat and spoke up,
“So why don’t we introduce ourselves? My name is Meltdown, at least that’s what everyone calls me.” The cultist shook her engorged hand,
“And my brothers and sisters call me Brother Bilgekar.” He introduced himself,
“Gamma accepted me under His wing after I discovered my resistance to radiation.” He explained humbly,
“I’m just gonna call you Bilgekar. Okay?” Meltdown said with a sweet tone,
“Not many outsiders of our religious pact call me by that title.” She scoffed at Bilgekar,
“Religious pact? You mean cult?” He growled under his breath,
“I pray to Gamma to let me sustain His glow when I die, to let me guide others through their journey so they too can become a part of Gamma’s holy glow.” Meltdown let out a stifled giggle that caused her body to jiggle,
“How adorable! You Gamma guys aren’t a threat at all. I don’t see why the others want to see you all gone.” Meltdown said,
“Because they call us psychos, they believe we’ll wind up hurting someone or sacrificing them to our holy deity. But, that’s not what Gamma wants, He wants us to revere and worship Him. He wants us to live out happy lives.” Bilgekar explained,
“Must be a hard life for you guys.” She now sounded rather sympathetic at this point,
“Yes, it is. Allow me to get on top of you so we may continue our conversation. That sounded really weird…” Bilgekar performed a running start before climbing on top of Meltdown’s soft squishy mass. His feet sunk in with each step which Meltdown couldn’t feel.

At the other room with the other three girls, they were growing just as large as Meltdown but they didn't have as much room to grow.
“Great, now we’re gonna get squished together," Spewla commented,
“Personally, I don't care. It feels very comfortable all squished in here with you guys until we get way too big and threaten to cause the whole building to collapse sooner or later.” Kiline spoke her mind,
“Typical of you to say that Kiline. Not all of us have the same interests as you do.” Leroxi said,
“Whatever, I’ve just been thinking about what we said to Meltdown-” Spewla rudely interrupted her,
“What we said to Meltdown was correct! I’m not going to go back on this! End of conversation! We’re done!” Spewla announced,
“But-” Kiline tried to retort but Spewla was quick to shut it down,
“I said done!” Spewla said. Kiline grumbled angrily to herself as she wiggled her body to cause it to jiggle like Jell-O in an attempt to ignore that comment by her feathered friend.

Back in the deeper rooms, Meltdown enjoyed the feeling of swelling out to great sizes when she wasn’t being forced to.
‘For once, I can see the joy in being inflated like this when it’s not against my wil.’ She thought to herself unaware of Bilgekar slowly making his way up her soft mass.
“I’m… here!” He slid down one of her breasts and next to her head which was in an indent supposed to be her neck.
“About time. So, what else can you tell me about your friends?” She asked,
“Well… we hold little celebrations and meals in Gamma’s honor, they have to be quiet ones to avoid the others from finding out.” He looked at her once more,
“You know, I wouldn’t mind visiting you from time to time. You know, get to know each other better when you’re not full of waste oil.” Meltdown blushed once again,
“Oh, that would be nice. Sure, I'll visit you when I'm not working again. I would love to know you better.” The two heard voices coming from down the hall,
“Looks like it's time for me to go, I'm taking the vents because… well, you're blocking everything else. See ya!” He got up and ran over to a vent entrance before getting in and closing the latch. Meltdown sighed in joy,
“He seems like my kind of guy.” She then realized her size. She took up the entire room except for the ceiling. Her breasts and limbs were giant blobs while her hands and feet were impossible to see anymore. Her belly trumped any of her other parts taking up most of the room in the area.
“I probably should have paid closer attention to my rate of growing…” Meltdown laughed it off in the end,
“Nah! This was too much fun. I want to try it again!” She smiled widely.

Her size baffled the workers at Breakhert's believing she was way past her supposed limit so they concluded, in the end, she had far more tolerance than the others except Kiline. She burned all hers off slower than the others who had to stay in the worm they were in due being squished together too tightly to be removed. During that time the only thing she could think of was Bilgekar. To her, Gamma's Chosen was just a group of people with different beliefs than the rest, and by goodness, she would protect them from the Breakhert authorities if she had to.