Angela stared straight at Kristen's bum, which was sticking up in the air as Kristen had bent forwards to better reach the honey. As the girl continued to slurp happily at the golden treat, she gave her bum a joyful little wiggle. Angela watched her friend's hips jiggle back and forth, and then seem to... press outwards.

Oh no, Angela thought to herself, watching her friend's ass slowly begin to grow before her eyes. Kristen seemed oblivious to what was happening behind her as she continued to feed.

*Schlompf!* “Seriously, Angela,” she called out, before letting out another burp, “you're really missing out!”

Angela wanted to cry out, but she couldn't seem to find her voice. All she could do was stare in horror at Kristen's slowly growing rear. The dark fabric of Kristen's pants seemed to grow tighter as the girl's bum began to press against them, and before long her pants began to strain, trying their best to contain the growing flesh within. Kristen let out a small groan of discomfort, but otherwise didn't for a moment turn her attention away from the honey and towards her growing... situation.

Kristen's ass was really getting large now, a huge round mound of flesh that pressed on all sides against her poor pants. Small tears formed along the seat of her pants as the fabric began to lose the battle for decency. As Kristen's butt grew larger and larger, so to did the tears on her pants. Angela could see pale ass flesh and blue panties peeking out from behind the rips and tears along Kristen's rotund rear, and knew it wouldn't be long before her friend's ass would burst free entirely.

Kristen, meanwhile, remained ignorant to her changes as she slurped up more and more of the honey. I can't believe Angela's not having any of this! Slurp, slurp, slurp. Silly Angela, always so worried about everything, about being so responsible. That's stupid. Better to stay indoors, where it's nice and safe and cozy. Slurp, slurp, slurp.

With a final rrrrrrip!, the seat of her pants split open and two giant ass cheeks wobbled free. They jiggled in the air as they adjusted to their newfound freedom. Kristen barely noticed, her only indication of having at all registered the event being a satisfied grunt at the fact that her clothes no longer felt restricting. Angela, meanwhile, had a full view of Kristen's blue panties, which themselves were doing a poor job covering Kristen up. Even stretched thin as they were, they barely covered the lower half of Kristen's huge ass.

The shock of seeing her friend's rear end on such obscene display seemed to jolt Angela back to action, and she finally found her voice.

“KRISTEN! STOP!”

“Urrr?” Kristen paused and raised her head at her friend's outburst. Although a part of her inwardly cried out for more honey, when she heard the fear in Angela's voice, Kristen knew that something was wrong. Had something happened to her friend while she had been preoccupied? Almost dreading what she would see, Kristen slowly turned her head.

“Ahhhhhh!” she screamed when she saw her massive ass. Years of indolence had always given Kristen a softer, curvier figure, but the butt she now sported belied belief. It looked like it belonged on the rear end of someone three times her size. “NO! Ohpleasegodno!” She started to hyperventilate. “What... how did... how could this... oh god!”

“It's the honey, Kristen!” shouted Angela. “You have to stop drinking it!”

Kristen glanced back at the stream, which seemed to calling out to her, inviting her to lap at its contents once more. The honey? she thought to herself. But the honey tastes soooo good. Her mouth started to water in craving. Without realizing it, she was reaching her hand out to dip in the sweet golden...

Suddenly, she felt herself being forcibly pulled back from the stream. No! Angela had seized her shoulders and was tugging with all her might, restraining Kristen from tasting any more of the deadly treat. Fortunately, Angela's athletic body was strong enough to pull Kristen back, even with her friend's added weight. She pulled her away from the stream and onto her fattened rear, which smushed against the ground. Angela shook Kristen by the shoulders.

“Listen to me!” she yelled. “The honey is pumped with some sort of growth hormone! It's what Wonka uses to make the gummy bears so big, remember?”

“Growth... hormone?” Kristen allowed the words to sink in. She looked over at the fat gummy bears a few feet away, who had stopped lapping at the stream and were looking at her with curiosity. She looked down at her fattened cushion of a rear end and the pants that had been ruined by it. She moaned in frustration. Oh god. Kristen, you idiot!

“It's okay, Kristen,” said Angela, squeezing her friend's shoulders. “It's going to be okay.” She glanced down at Kristen's fat ass. “It might be a bit uncomfortable, but you can probably still walk. We'll get you back to Wonka. He'll get us out of this damn forest. We'll be okay.”

Kristen was about to reply, when she felt her whole body give a small shudder.

“Ungh,” she moaned, doubling over. Sweat beaded her forehead and she let out deep breaths. She could feel the warm honey inside her, spreading throughout her body.

“Kristen!” shouted Angela. “Are you okay? What's happening now?”

“can... feel it... not.... over...” Kristen huffed, “...not... finished... with me....”

“What's not finished with you?”

“The honeeeeeeeeeeey” Kristen's words turned into a cry and she fell forwards onto her hands and knees, her huge ass once again sticking into the air. Another shudder passed through her, sending ripples of movement through her wobbling cheeks. The honey was inside her, in every part of her. She could feel it everywhere. Her ass was only the beginning.

“Angela...” she cried. “Help.... meeeeeeee!” Then, before Angela's eyes, Kristen's entire body seemed to quiver and pulse, then grow outwards ever so slightly. Her arms and legs thickened, her belly pressed outwards a few centimetres, and her breasts strained against her shirt. Even her face grew rounder. In a matter of seconds, Kristen had developed a slight layer of pudge from head to toe. Whatever growth hormones Wonka had put in the honey, it sure was doing its job.

“Kristen...” Angela said softly, reaching out a hand towards her best friend. Kristen looked up from her position on the ground, her chubbier face full of fear, her eyes pleading. Then she clenched her eyes closed as another wave of growth passed through her body, causing her to balloon out even more. Once again, her body pressed slightly outwards in all directions. Her pudgy arms were starting to dig into the sleeves of her shirt. Her shirt, however, had more important things to worry about as her growing breasts and belly were stretching it to its limit. Like with her pant seat earlier, small tears were forming along her shirt as she grew too big for it. She could feel her face puff outwards as the honey worked its cruel effects on her. Her ass was still the largest part of her body, but it no longer looked quite so disproportionately out of place on the poor fattened girl.

Kristen continued to spasm and shudder, sending quivers and ripples through her pudgy body.

“A-aangela,” she cried, her voice wavering with each small growth spasm that rocked her expanding body. She reached a plumping arm forward, but nearly lost her balance and quickly put it back down so she could hold herself up. “I n-need you to help m-meee.”

But Angela was helpless to do anything except stare at her fattening friend. Throughout this tour, she had seen girl after girl succumb to the dangers of the factory, each becoming huge grotesque versions of fruits and candies, but seeing her best friend plump before her eyes... nothing could have prepared her for this.

Still, she had to do something. She leaned down in front of Kristen and held out her hand.

“Here,” she said. “Let me help you up. We'll find Wonka, get him to fix this. It'll be okay, Kristen. It'll be okay.”

Kristen looked up at her friend. Her face had developed a small set of jowls and there was a great deal of fear behind her eyes, but there was something else, too, upon hearing her friend's words. Hope. She nodded at Angela, her cheeks wobbling at the motion.

“O-okay...” she said, as another wave of growth washed over her. Her shirt was now little more than a collection of fraying threads, her pant legs were faring little better, though her panties were miraculously still providing her lower half with some dignity, despite being stretched almost to their breaking point. Angela reckoned that the constricting clothes alone must have been extremely uncomfortable, but still Kristen leaned backwards and put a meaty hand in Angela's. Slowly, Angela helped her friend to her feet.

However, as soon as Angela let go of her friend, Kristen wobbled for a few seconds, took a shaky step forward, and then feel back on all fours with a heavy thud. The impact caused what was left of Kristen's shirt and pants to snap off her fat, rippling body, leaving her in panties and a bra that were nowhere near big enough to hold her.

“Noo!” she cried, blushing at her exposed body, the full extent of her growth on display for her friend to see. In a matter of minutes, she had thickened considerably. At a glance, Angela guessed she weighed nearly 300 pounds. Kristen pushed herself back up with all her might into a standing position, but her huge rear end must have changed her posture somewhat, because she was finding it impossible to find her balance. She teetered back and forth, waving her fat arms in front of her, in an effort to remain upright. Come on, Kristen, she commanded herself. Stay standing. Stay stand-ahh! In all her rocking and waving, one of her boobs popped free of her bra, causing her to gasp. That momentary distraction was all it took to send her crashing back down onto her hands. Kristen grunted, exhausted at the effort. No matter how hard she tried, her body wouldn't allow her to stay standing. She was stuck on all fours.

“Angelaaaa,” she moaned, crawling towards her friend. Her great bulky body rocked back and forth as she lumbered forward. She stopped in front of her friend and looked up with pleading eyes. “I can't... walk... can't stand... feel... different...”

Angela looked down at her best friend, truly at a loss for what to do. With Kristen unable to even stand, she didn't know how she'd be able to get her to safety. She supposed she could go off on her own and try to find Wonka, and see if he could somehow fix this, but she didn't want to leave Kristen alone, scared and vulnerable as she was. And besides, Wonka had not proven to be at all helpful in the past. She doubted he'd be able to do anything now. So Angela did the only thing she could think of. She reached forward and stroked Kristen's short black hair.

“It's okay, Kristen,” she said softly. “I'm here for you. It's going to be okay.” She continued to stroke her fattened friend's hair, hoping that she was giving her some small degree of comfort.

Amazingly, it seemed to be calming Kristen down. Kristen's face softened at Angela's touch, and she closed her eyes, some of the anxiety leaving her. She let out a small grunt of pleasure.

“Urr... that feels... feels nice,” she cooed. Her fat features took on a peaceful tone, and she even let out a small smile. Something about Angela's reassuring touch made her feel more at ease, despite her situation. “Thank you, Angela.... don't... don't stop...”

So Angela continued to stroke her friend's hair, happy to be able to help in her own way, to make things easier for Kristen. Kristen, for her part, smiled and let out a soft moan, then leaned her head in closer for her friend.

“rmmm... yes... could you... get behind... the ears?”

Angela did, and Kristen grunted again in satisfaction. Another shudder passed through her, though this one was more pleasurable, and she wiggled her fat bum happily.

“oooh... can you scratch? That feels.... so nice... rrrr... yes...” As Angela scratched behind her ears, Kristen continued grunting happily and wiggling her bum. Angela looked up at Kristen's wiggling rear, and frowned. She was happy that she was able to make her friend feel better, but there was something unsettling about the way Kristen was acting. On all fours, asking to be stroked, grunting softly... she was acting like...

Angela's thoughts were interrupted as something began to happen at the base of Kristen's spine, just above her giant ass cheeks. A small lump seemed to be pushing outwards.

“Kr... Kristen!” she gasped. But Kristen wasn't paying attention, she was enjoying her scratching too much.

Slowly, the lump pulsed and grew until, before Angela's shocked eyes, a small nub of a tail formed right above Kristen's rump.

She bit back a scream and dropped her hand to her side. Kristen looked up in confusion.

“Urrr?” she grunted. “Why... why did you stop?”

“Your... your... you have -” Angela couldn't find the words, so she instead pointed to her friend's new addition. Kristen shifted her bulk around and let out a deep bellow of despair when she saw her own stubby tail.

“Nooooo!” She shifted back to Angela, tears welling in her eyes. “What's... what's happening to me? Why do I have a... a...”

“I don't know, Kristen,” she replied. “I don't....” but her words were cut short as she stared in horror at Kristen's face.

“What?” she cried in fear. “What is it? Why are you loorking arrrt me like tharrt.” But Angela could only look on in fear as Kristen's nose began to darken and shift as the honey moved on to its new phase of Kristen's transformation.

“Hurh?” Kristen blinked in alarm when she heard her voice. “Why do I sourrrnd like tharrtt? Arrngerrla! Whrrraaart's harrrrppening to mrrreeee?”

She lumbered forwards on all fours, taking great heavy strides that rocked her body back and forth, until she reached the edge of the stream. Afraid of what she was going to see, she slowly peeked her head over the edge and then let out a guttural bellow when she saw her reflection.

“Nroooooorrr!”

It was a shock seeing her fattened face for the first time since this whole ordeal begun, but that wasn't the worst of it. Her nose no longer looked human, sitting dark and wide on her face. She cringed at seeing just how much she had changed, and as she did so she noticed that her teeth looked different too. Sharper.

“Oh Gorrrrd,” she moaned. The tail... and now my nose... I'm becoming something.... something less than human. But what? How?

As if reading her friend's mind, Angela found her voice at that moment. “Wonka had a name for the hormones he had put into the honey. He called them... 'Ursine Growth Hormones.'” She looked at Kristen sadly. “Oh, Kristen.... I think... you're becoming a bear.”

“Nrrrrrrrrrooooarrrr!” Kristen cried as she heard Angela's words. “Thirrrrrs crrrrrrarrrn't be harrrrrppenirrng! Irrrrrrm norrrt a bearrrrrr!”

No sooner did she say that than her face experienced another change, which she watched happen in the reflective pool with horrified eyes. Her ears were shifting, growing bigger and smoothing out into round bear ears. A slight layer of fur covered them, giving them a fuzzy appearance.

Though Kristen's new bear ears would have probably looked adorable if they weren't so horrifying, Kristen was in no mood to appreciate them. She cried in fear and anger and swung a heavy hand down into the honey river. Her reflection shattered with the blow. She struck the pool again and again, sending honey splashing upwards and against her body.

Exhausted, she sat backwards on her rump, holding herself up with one arm as she examined her other. A layer of honey covered it from her recent attack on the stream. It glistened menacingly.

The honey's doing this to me, she thought to herself miserably. Changing me. Turning me into a big fat bear. She shook her head. No. I did this. I'm to blame. I should have known better than to drink from a honey river. What the fuck was I thinking? She looked back at her hand, and the golden honey running down her arm. Still, can you blame me? I mean, this stuff is addictive.... addicting? Either way, I've never had anything like it. So sweet and tasty... and the texture? The way it ran down my throat.... mmmmmm....

Barely aware of what she was doing, she brought her hand to her lips and began to lick the honey from her fingers. As soon as her tongue touched the sticky substance and tasted the sweet embrace of the honey, all her fear and despair at her transformation were temporarily forgotten. All that mattered was drinking that sweet honey, guzzling as much of it as she could...

It took a moment for Angela to realize what Kristen had done, but when she saw Kristen start licking her hand she called out her friend's name.

“Kristen! What are you doing?” she cried. “Stop! The honey's what's changing you!”

But Kristen didn't seem to notice or care. She had closed her eyes and was lapping up the deadly treat in great long licks. Her eyes were closed and deep happy grunts escaped her throat. The thick honey dribbled down her throat, though a good portion of it ran down her face and slopped against her breasts and belly. But Kristen was too busy enjoying the taste to worry about the mess she was making.

“Rrrr..... srrrrro gooorrrrrd....”

“Kristen...” said Angela weakly. She could see that it was no use. Before her eyes, Kristen's tongue seemed to grow thicker and longer with each lick of her hand, making it easier for the bear girl to lap up more of the honey, which she did with added gusto. As her tongue changed, so did the fat hand it was licking, which was covered in the honey. Her fingers grew stubbier and rounder, while her nails were doing the opposite, growing longer and sharper. Angela couldn't think of any other words to describe what was happening: Kristen was using her bear tongue to lick the honey off of her new paws.

In no time, Kristen had licked both her paws completely clean. Once her licks no longer produced the sweet taste of honey, Kristen opened her eyes and grunted in frustration.

“Urrrrr... nrrrrrreed morrrrre...” She glanced down and saw the golden honey that had dribbled onto her breasts. Perfect, she thought. She grabbed one fat honey-covered breast (the one that had popped out of her bra) in her paws and lifted it up to her mouth. Thanks to her longer tongue, she was able to get long licks along the surface of her soft breast, earning herself a mouthful of honey for the effort. Mmmmm, oh fuck yes. Up and down she licked, until her tit was bare of the slightest trace of honey. Without missing a beat, she turned her attention to her other breast, which had miraculously maintained its dignity this whole time, still contained in the straining fabric of her bra.

But Kristen no longer cared about dignity, and hoisted her boob out into the open and towards her eager tongue. Again the licking continued, only this time, something else happened. As she continued to feed on the honey, her mouth began to shift, growing outward along with her bear nose into what resembled a snout. Her lips darkened and grew thick as her face took on a muzzle-like appearance. Once again, the changes only seemed to make Kristen's goal easier as she was now able to wrap her mouth around her entire breast, and in no time at all the breast was completely honey-free.

Kristen let out a happy moan and lurched forward onto all fours. Her breasts hung free of her bra, which could barely wrap around her huge frame. Her poor panties were similarly reaching their end, and neither garment managed to cover much of anything. In fact, all they were really doing was constricting uncomfortably against Kristen's fat body. She shook wildly from side to side, like a dog might do to dry itself off. This motion was too much for her bra and panties and they burst off of her body and were flung in all directions. Kristen grunted at the freedom, her breasts swaying like pendulums. In more ways than one, Kristen was bare naked.

Feels better, she thought to herself. Still, I could use more of that honey...

She shifted her large bulk forward towards the stream once again. Her body had gotten more and more used to walking on all fours, and now it felt like second nature. Not even pausing to register the ursine reflection staring back at her, she lowered her snout into the stream and lapped greedily and loudly.

Angela could do nothing but stare at what her friend had become. A big fat naked bear woman who couldn't stop drinking the damn honey to save herself. As Kristen bent down to drink more of it, Angela had another view of her friend's large rump, only now it wasn't covered up by her panties and her privates were visible from beneath her ass cheeks. Angela was about to turn away when something caught her gaze. She narrowed her eyes.

A dark patch of thick pubic hair peeked up from the flesh around Kristen's vagina that Angela could see. From their very few conversations on the matter, she had known that Kristen had never really bothered shaving... down there... figuring it was too much effort. But still. The amount of hair resting between her friend's legs surprised her. There was no way a normal woman would have that much pubic hair, even if she never shaved in her life. Were Kristen's pubes always like this, or...?

Her question was answered before it even fully formed in Angela's mind. As she looked at her friend's privates, the hair began to slowly spread, creeping backwards along the folds of her privates until they reached her bum, travelling slowly down the inside of her thick thighs...

Kristen, you're still changing. You have to stop drinking, Angela pleaded inwardly as she watched a soft layer of brown fuzz travel up Kristen's massive rear. It was becoming too hard to watch. Please stop drinking. Then, she said it softly aloud.

“Please stop...” she whispered. The hair traveled down Kristen's fat ursine legs without the bear girl noticing or caring. Angela said it again, and again. “Stop, Kristen. You have to stop! Stop drinking, Kristen! STOP! STOP DRINKING!”

She ran up her friend and gripped her by the shoulders, trying to pull her backwards, away from the stream. “STOP IT, KRISTEN! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!” She tugged with all her might, but it was useless. Kristen had grown too large for Angela to move. Hair continued to travel, reaching halfway up Kristen's back and fat belly. “PLEASE STOP DRINKING, KRISTEN! PLEASE!” She beat her fists against Kristen's thick side, sobbing. “I NEED YOU TO STOP!”

Kristen wasn't listening. She slurped and slurped, moaning and grumbling in pleasure. Still, she felt something against her side, and unpleasant feeling. So with one mighty paw she swiped at whatever was causing the commotion.

“Aigh!” Angela cried as she was cuffed against the side of the head. She fell backwards and landed into the soft grass.

Somehow, Angela's cry of pain got through to Kristen, and she stopped drinking. Angela? She raised her head and shifted her great bulk around, trying to see why her friend had screamed. She saw Angela get shakily to her feet, a small trickle of blood dribbling from a wound to her head. What? Who did that to her? From the way Angela looked at her, though, a small voice told her that she wouldn't like the answer.

“Kristen... how could you?” Angela said, her voice full of hurt. “I was only trying to... to...”

What? How could I what? But it was starting to become clear to her. The honey, the thing she had swatted.... she must have.... Oh God.

She took a heavy step towards her friend, opening her mouth to apologize.

“Aaarrngrrrllrr! Irrrrrm soorrrrrr!” She shook her head from side to side and tried again. “Aaaarrrrnrr! Urrrrm srrrrrr! Urrrrrrr!”

So that was it, then, Kristen realized with a numb resignation. She was no longer capable of speech, and could only bellow like the fat bear she had become. She took another step forwards, and Angela stepped backwards.

“Get away from me!” she cried in fear.

“Urrrrrrrr!” Kristen called sadly. I'm so sorry, Angela! I would never mean to hurt you! Please!

Angela took another step back, then another.

“Urrrrrrruuurrr!” No, don't go! Please, don't leave me! I need you here!

With one last final pitying look, Angela turned on her heels and ran off into the forest.

“URRRRRRRR!” Kristen bellowed to the sky. But it was no use. Angela was gone, and she was alone, save for the gummy bears who continued to stare up at her.

She sat back on her hunches, devastated at what she had done, what she had become. Fur continued to creep up her body and she absently scratched at herself with her back paw before realizing what she was doing. She daintily lowered her back paw to the ground.

She's gone, she thought to herself miserably. She's gone and it's all your fault. You couldn't help yourself. You couldn't stop eating and now you've hurt the one person who was there for you.

The brown fur had travelled up her back and reached her shoulders, started growing in the space between her two fat breasts. In no time, she knew, she would be covered from head to paw. You'll be a big fat bear, and you deserve it, for what you did to Angela. How could you do that, after vowing to be there for your friends?

The fur creeped up her neck, along her chubby cheeks and lengthened jaw until it reached her wet black nose. She sighed a sad “garumph!” as she felt the fur envelop her face.

She looked herself up and down. She was, for all intents and purposes, a fat brown bear, with very little traces of humanity to speak of. Her short black hair still sat messily on top of her ursine head, though it could probably be mistaken for an odd, unruly patch of fur.

The only part of her that she could see that gave any indication that she had been human were her large tits, which stuck out from her furry chest. She carefully poked one with a claw. Maybe I should have more of that honey, she thought darkly. Complete the transformation, lose my human tits and hair. Who knows? Maybe my mind will dim completely and I'll just be a big dumb bear like I deserve to be.

She was contemplating this drastic decision when she heard a voice behind her. It was a male voice, but it didn't belong to Wonka.

“Good God! Look at the size of that beast!” The voice had a British accent, kind of upper-classy, but beyond that Kristen couldn't tell anything else.

“Urrrrrr?” She slowly turned her head, confused at who it could possibly be. What she saw was a short, thin man with a thick black moustache. He was dressed in the clothes one might be expected to wear when traveling on safari, complete with khaki shorts, pith helmet, and a monocle. He also carried a big musket, and was flanked by Oompa Loompas carrying equipment.

Kristen stared at the gun, and realized that this must have been that game hunter that Wonka had mentioned. What was his name again? Pendleton? Pernsley? Wonka must have sent him to find her and bring her back. Fat lot of good it'll do now.

“Why, I'll be!” he stammered to the nearest Oompa Loompa, not taking his eyes off of Kristen. “This one's flesh and blood, not candy at all! We'll have to do something about that. Hand me the Riegel 1922. Green, I think.”

What the heck was this guy talking about? She continued to stare in confusion as the man (Percival! That was his name!) held out his musket to one of the Oompa Loompas, who took it from his hands...

... and replaced it with an odd-looking rifle.

“URRRR?” she cried in alarm. What was this guy doing!? She hopped up and down on her hind legs as Percival checked the rifle's ammunition and then aimed the barrel at her.

“Almost a shame, really,” he muttered as she grunted and bellowed. “It's not every day you see a bear with such a nice pair of tits.”

“Urrrrrr! Urrrr!” Kristen cried. No, what are they doing? They have to know that I'm not a bear! I'm a woman! They can't-

Bang.

Kristen gasped as she felt the dart sink into her left arm. Expecting to be killed on the spot, Kristen blinked in confusion as a numbing sensation flowed into her. She fell heavily back on her big bum, breathing heavily.

“There there, girl,” Percival said soothingly, though there was something sinister in his voice. “Just let the dart run its course.”

“Urrr... rrrrrr....rrrr,” the numbing sensation was spreading throughout her body. She opened and closed her wide jaw as they became difficult to move. What's... what's the dart doing to me? Hard to move, especially in my arm.

She looked over at her arm where the dart still jutted from, and would have screamed if she had the energy.

Her arm was turning green.

As she watched in horror, green colouring travelled along the brown hairs that had grown on her thick arm, and they seemed to change texture as well as colour, growing thicker and shinier. They sank into the skin of her arm and lost definition. In no time at all the dart was sticking out of a smooth, shiny, green patch of skin.

“Won't be long now,” Percival cooed. “Pretty soon you'll be a magnificent green gummy bear. Probably the biggest one the world's ever seen.” He smiled broadly.

Kristen was panicking now, but could hardly move due to the numbness in her body. She fell backwards onto her back, staring at her changing arm. The green gummy changes began to pick up speed, travelling upwards to her shoulder and down to her paw. Pretty soon her whole arm was one smooth gummy arm, her claws soft and green.

“As a matter of fact, I might not give you to Wonka after all,” Percival was saying, his voice dripping with malice. “I think you'd make a fine trophy. The prize of my candy animal collection. I think your head would look great on my wall.” He reached out his hand and the Oompa Loompa gave him his musket back.

Kristen saw this and rocked back and forth in fear. “Oh, don't worry,” said Percival. “I won't kill you. Not until you've finished changing. What good is a half-gummy bear, after all?” He laughed.

The changes flowed from her green arm to her shoulders, then across to her other arm. Down her chest and past her heaving breasts, which shuddered and changed colour, growing shiny and green. Past her enormous fat bear belly, which formed into a shiny green dome. Over her thick thighs and weakly kicking legs, down to the tips of her back paws. All over her body she felt herself change, her coarse hair growing smooth as she became a green gummy bear. No, please don't let it end this way, she pleaded, although she doubted anyone could hear her.

She felt the gummying agent work its way up her big bear jaw, and she let out a soft whine for help. Percival chuckled and stood above his captured prey, musket hanging by his side.

“Ah, it's almost done. Good, I was getting tired of waiting.”

Kristen's whine was cut off as her mouth became soft green gummy flesh. Oh God, oh God. Her pleading eyes followed soon after, her vision developing a tint of green to it. This is really happening. I'm a gummy bear. And I'm going to die. Finally the process was complete. Kristen had gone from a big fat bear to a big green gummy bear.

“And there it is. The world's most magnificent gummy bear, and she's all mine.” He aimed his musket at her chest. “Goodbye.”

Before he could pull the trigger, and red blur rushed into Kristen's vision, knocking Percival's gun aside. It went off loudly, but missed the mark by a large margin, shooting into the ground to Kristen's left. What? Another blur, this one yellow, and all of a sudden Percival let out a frustrated scream.

“What? Get off me you stupid-”

Kristen realized that the blurs were the gummy bears that had been watching her this whole time. One had leaped for Percival's gun, while another had wrapped itself around his shoulders.

They had saved her life.

Another blur, and another, and all of a sudden two gummy bears had each grabbed one of Percival's legs. He tried to step forward but fell to his knees.

“Oh, you stupid bears are going to regret this! Ready the nets!”

Kristen leaned her bulky green body up to get a better look at what was happening. As she did so, she realized that she could move again. Now that the process had been completed, she supposed the numbing agent had worn off. Now was her chance to escape. She rolled her massive frame over until she was standing on all fours, and took off for the trees. She had to admit that running as a gummy bear felt incredibly odd, but then again, today was a day for new sensations, none of them exactly welcome. She dug her back paws into the ground and launched herself forward several feet. If anything, her new gummy body was lighter than the huge fat bear body she had not a few minutes ago. In no time at all she was safely hidden in the woods.

She took several more bounds, crashing through the forest, when she stopped. A part of her wanted to keep running, to get as far as she could and never look back. But another part of her...

Those gummy bears... she thought to herself. They had saved her life, flung themselves against the man who had been in charge of hunting them, just so they could buy her some time. They had been so brave, so selfless...

Kristen edged back the way she had came and peeked her green gummy snout through the thick expanse of trees, peering back at the stream bed she had escaped from. She let out a small snort of fear.

Percival was brushing himself off, having disentangled himself from the gummy bears, who all now lay tangled in a wide net thrown by the Oompa Loompas. He strode over to the captured gummy bears and kicked the net fiercely.

“Thought you had a chance against me!?” he yelled, spit flying. “Oh, you stupid gummies are going to pay for that. I'll make sure you're chewed up, spat out, and left in the sun to melt!” He grabbed his musket again and aimed it at the pile of frightened bears.

Out of the woods, Kristen came bounding. She didn't care about the danger. She had to protect the gummy bears. She had to do something. Before Percival could fully turn Kristen swung a massive gummy paw at his head. She put everything she had behind that swing. It connected with a soft tush! and send the hunter flying into the air, his musket tumbling from his grip and landing with a splash in the honey river. Percival crashed back onto the ground and lay there, dazed.

The Oompa Loompas eyed Kristen nervously, then looked down at the guns they carried, unsure what to do. Kristen reared back on her hind legs, her bulky body towering above them, and splayed her paws out menacingly, baring her gummy fangs. Her breasts heaved majestically. The sunlight shone through her gummy flesh and sent green fractals of light against every surface. She was a fearsome sight to behold.

As one, the Oompa Loompas dropped their gear and ran away. Percival was just now getting to his feet, his pith hat and monocle lost, a bloody gash running down his head. He stumbled backwards when he saw Kristen glaring down at him.

“Oh, don't think this is over!” he shouted, taking off into the woods the way he had came. “I'll be back, do you hear me? I'll be back, damn you!”

Kristen watched him go, her head spinning at what she had just done. Did I just... charge a deadly hunter who had been trying to kill me? She dropped back down to all fours. That's fucking nuts. Why the hell would I have done something like-

But as she turned around, she got her answer. The gummy bears she had saved were still tangled in the net. She reached forwards and with a green claw that had only dulled slightly, she tore them free. They stared up at her in awe and appreciation, then one by one crawled towards her and nuzzled against her paws and legs. She had done it. She had saved them.

She frowned. No, she hadn't entirely saved them, at least not for good. Percival had said he'd be back.

Well, let him come back, she thought to herself. When he did, she'd be ready. She glanced down at the small gummy bears rolling around happily on the ground and playing with the torn netting, then at the honey river a few feet away. At that moment, Kristen made that vow to herself, and knew that this was a vow she was going to keep. She'd be there for her new friends, no matter what. She'd be someone they could depend on, someone they could look up to.

She arced her massive green body back and let out a mighty roar. The gummy bears stood up as around them the other candy animals of the jungle issued answering calls. Then, with Kristen leading the way, the pack of gummy bears headed into the woods and far, far away from the honey river.

For the first time in her life, Kristen had purpose.