''Dear people of the world, I, Wilma Wonka, have decided to allow five special people to visit my factory this year. In addition, one of these people will receive a special prize beyond what anyone could ever imagine...''


Dusselhiem, Germany, Gloop Family Catering shop...

The very next day, the first golden ticket was found. Cameras flashed, momentarily illuminating the monumental frame of the 19 year old known as Augusta Gloop. She was a girl who was so incredibly fat that she looked as though she had been blown up with a powerful pump. Great flabby folds were barely contained by her extra large outfit: a white blouse with short, puffy sleeves, covered with a black bodice which showcased her ample cleavage. Her upper garments were failing to contain her bulk, and a line of exposed flab was visible around her midsection. Her shirt was riding up the immense beach-ball of soft white fat that was her belly, her pearl bellybutton piercing jigging like a ship upon a stormy ocean. Her blue skirt clung to her massive waistline, straining and protesting at being forced to contain such an overfed body. Her head was a great chubby ball of dough, with rosy, chubby cheeks. Two greedy little blue eyes stared out; in between them was a small button nose. Her chubby head was topped by medium blond hair, which hung down in two short braids to Augusta’s shoulders. Her legs were two pillars of flesh, with small little feet and calves sloping upwards into massive thighs and a wobbling behind that was barely concealed by her skirt. Her mouth was wide, smeared with chocolate, and currently crammed full. She was busy stuffing the remains of a Wonka bar into her mouth, her plump cheeks bulging with chocolate. Her three chins wobbled with each chew. In her other hand was a stein, filled with frothy thick beer. Her mother stood beside her, beaming proudly to the reporters and the cameras as they continued to record this historic moment. Mrs. Gloop was also very fat, although her daughter had (alarmingly) edged her out. Mrs. Gloops dress at least was having a better time restraining her blubber. It was a traditional dirndl, with a black bodice which (for the moment) restrained her copious belly. It accented her breasts, pushing them upwards: two soft, pale orbs that threatened to jump from Mrs. Gloops blouse. The skirt held tight to her fattened hips, soft green on both sides with a white apron. Her red hair hung down to her shoulders in wavy locks, and although she was in her 40s she was quite pretty. Her face was fat, with a double chin and chubby, rosy cheeks. She had blue eyeliner, and thick ruby-red lips which were in a beaming smile. Her green eyes were like her daughters: greedy and hungry. In the background, tending to a long chain of sausages was one fat girl's father, and the other one's husband. He was quite the stark contrast to his wife and daughter, as despite being bald, he sprouted a large mustache, and had the body of a muscleman. He wore a tight white shirt and lederhosen. Both were failing to contain his burly muscles, like the woman’s skirts were failing to contain their enormous bellies. Augusta took a great swig of beer, washed down the mass of chocolate in her mouth, and began to speak. 

''I am eating ze Vonka bar, vhen un suddenly, I am tasting something zhat is not chocolate!” Augusta explained, as she recollected the event that had happened only a few brief hours ago. She had gone to the candy store on her lunch break to buy a pack of Wonka Bars to tide her over for the rest of the afternoon. Eager for chocolate, she had grabbed a bar out of the pack as soon as it was paid for, and tore into it. But as soon as she had taken the first bite, she had tasted that something was off. 

“Coconut? Nougat? valnut? Peanut butter? Cocoa butter? Caramel? Sprinkles? Nein! So I look, und I find ze Golden Ticket,'' explained Augusta, as she waved the golden ticket about, showing most prominently the corner where she'd taken a bite out of the golden ticket itself. 

''Ve knew Augusta vould find ze Golden Ticket. she eats so many candy bars a day zat it vas not possible for her not to find one,'' said Augusta's mother, Mrs. Gloop, who proudly patted her daughter's overstuffed gut, causing it to jiggle and wobble. She was beaming at Augusta like she was a prize winning pig.

She had always encouraged her daughter’s out of control appetite, feeding her massive meals and always making sure she got multiple helpings. After all, she thought, no real man would want a skinny runt for a wife. Augusta was a big, soft, full figured young woman, just like her mother. Mrs. Gloop felt another surge of pride within her plump bosom. All those years of encouraging her daughter had paid off! Not only had she found a golden ticket, she had found it in record time! Giggling at the cameras, the two sows waved, causing their arm fat to shake back and forth. 

“Eating is mine hobby!” said Augusta, her mouth temporarily empty of chocolate. I vork at mine parent’s shop, and eat zee extra goodies all day! But zat is not enough for un big girl like me, so I make sure I eat six square meals a day!” 

Several restaurateurs in the crowed smiled. Augusta was a regular at many of their establishments, and always placed massive orders.

“In fact, I von first place at ze regional competitive eating competition!” Augusta motioned to the large badge which was pinned precariously to her right dresstrap. It had been her proudest achievement, until finding the golden ticket earlier that day. 

“Zat’s all she’s interested in!” said Mrs. Gloop. “But food is ze Gloop family business, and it is much better than being a hooligan or falling in vith a bad crowd. It is all vitamins and nutrients anyvay! We are as proud as ve can be!”

A reported stepped forward from the crowd “Augusta, how did you celebrate?”

“I eat more candy!” Augusta exclaimed, and then her eyes lit up. Digging into her ample cleavage, she pulled out a Wonka bar. She tore into the gooey mass, cramming the sticky, chocolate mass into her eager mouth as everyone laughed. “At ziz rate, I vill find two more!” Augusta said through a mouthful of chocolate. 

“Zat’s my girl!” exclaimed Mrs Gloop, who also began to tear into a bar of chocolate. The two greedy woman giggled together as they devoured their candy...


Buckinghamshire, England, Salt Manor...

''When I read Mr Wonka’s announcement in the evening paper, I or-I mean asked my husband to embark on a long, and hard journey to find it '' Mrs. Veruca Salt said, softly rubbing her husband’s hair, who was standing besides her. It was a little creepy to be honest. Mr. Salt stood awkwardly: He was 32, and Veruca five years younger but she clearly intimidated him. Mr. Salt was a peanut tycoon, and Veruca the heiress of a mining conglomerate. He was thin, and threadworn despite his fancy suit. She was voluptuous, her soft, light-chocolate skin wrapped in a green silk dress which clung to her curved hips and sizable butt. Her midsection was soft, and clearly visible through her dress. Her black locks draped over her shoulders, reaching down to her chest and the heart-shaped neckline of her dress. The deep cleavage between Mrs. Salt’s hefty knockers was on full display, and she was all too happy to display it. 

''When my Veruca heard the news she was positively distraught.” Mr. Salt began. “She was outraged that an obese commoner like that Augusta pig could win such a wonderful prize. So I went to my factory and told my workers that they would stop shelling peanuts and start shelling Wonka bars. And they did it day and night until I found one, and now my Veruca is all smiles!”
Veruca flash a broad, transparently forced grin, and her grip on Mr Salt’s hair tightened. She snuggled him closer. “My Darling husband wants nothing more than to see his Veruca happy!”
“Y-yes dear” Mr. Salt replied, his head resting on her bosom. 

A reporter stepped forward, slightly creeped out by the couples mannerisms. 
“Er, Mrs. Salt, what happened to the extra chocolate from all the bars that were shilled?”
Veruca smiled. “Well, they were donated to the unfortunates to give them some cheer in their poor little lives. After all, no sense in letting it go to waste.” Veruca gave a bright smile at the reporters, who coo’d over her humanitarianism. 

Of course, she was lying. Mr. Salt had wanted to give away the extra chocolate to the needy. But Veruca was loath to just give away things, and she had yelled and screamed and demanded until he finally relented. After all, this chocolate-shelling business had to at least break even, and chocolate was in high demand. The extra chocolate had been repacked, and then sold off as ‘genuine’ Wonka bars to make a profit from ‘Wonkamania’. That is, except for a few boxes which Veruca had taken for her personal use. After all, she was more than happy to let the chocolate go to her waist, as her pampered figure showed...

Atlanta, Georgia, Beauregarde Residence...

''I'm just like, really, really proud of my Violet for being one of the lucky ones that get to attend this once in a lifetime opportunity. I mean, just look at this...'' Violet's personal trainer, Scarlet, proclaimed as she posed in front of all the trophies and awards her girlfriend had won.

Scarlet was 32, and had the body of an athlete that had become slightly lazy. Her bronze-colored butt was large, round, and toned, but was clearly becoming a bit fluffy. The thin, black nylon sweatpants she wore were clearly a size smaller than they should be, and they were stretched thin over her rear end. Her midsection was softer than it was in her prime, and her breasts were more pronounced. She still retained her hour-glass figure however, just a bit more hour-glassy. Her face was still sharp and angular, hawk-like, untainted by the pudge that was slowly accumulating on her booty. Her skin was olive colored, tanned from long exercises on the field. She wore a red spiked leather collar (an anniversary present from Violet), and had a short bob haircut, dark brown with red accents. She had once been an Olympic athlete, until a knee injury ended her career. She had switched to coaching after that, training a string of athletes until she met Violet, who quickly became her protege and later, lover.

''Was there really any doubt that she'd find a golden ticket? No, what moron thinks that she's gonna lose?'' Scarlet’s confidence in her girlfriend was...inspiring.

''Of course, I have my own share of trophies,'' Scarlet continued, directing everyone's attention towards several track, baton, cheer-leading, and beauty pageant awards.

Violet, a toned, athletically built woman, had just been standing there in silence. Holding up the golden ticket, and chewing on some gum. She was much more in shape than Scarlet (although Scarlet would never admit it) and indeed seemed to be a prime athlete. She was tall, with powerful legs wrapped in a skintight blue nylon workout suit. Her behind was flat and toned. Violet’s crop-top displayed her firm abdomen. It was like a washboard, without an ounce of softness or flab. Her breasts were small, and clamped tight by a sports bra. Her face was pointed, with high cheekbones and framed with a short blonde bob haircut with blue accents. She was fair skinned, although tanned. Like Scarlet, she wore a spiked leather collar (although hers was blue to match her dyed hair).  With a snap, she broke the bubble she was blowing and the 24 year old athlete began to speak.

''What my coach says is true, I never back down from a challenge. When I heard about this Golden Ticket I set out with two goals. One, to find the damn thing, and two, to not gain a single pound. Unlike some people, I can count calories. When I switched from chewing gum to candy bars, I worked out overtime, and guess what? Goals number one and two are done! I found a golden ticket and kept my beautiful figure. Of course, like Scarlet was saying, there was no doubt I was going to find a Golden Ticket.” 

	Violet paused to blow a bubble, and then launched back into her rant. “And this ''special prize'' that I’ve heard so many people making a fuss about, I only have one thing to say to these other four: don't bother, this prize is already as good as mine.''


Denver, Colorado, Teevee Residence...

''Effort? Heh, not me, lady,'' scoffed Milly, whose back was turned, as she watched her live interview on TV. The interview was being conducted in her bedroom, at her insistence. Milly’s room was dark, the windows covered with posters for various video games, tv shows, and animes. Bottles of soda and empty bags of chips littered the room, along with various toys, action figures, and collectibles. Milly was sitting in a large, comfortable computer chair, surrounded by electronic gadgets: video games, computer monitors, and recording devices, all blinking and whirring and beeping.  Se was particularly invested in a large computer monitor, on which she was live-streaming herself playing Bloodfest 8 to her Glitch.TV audience. Despite this, though, she was still able to answer the interviewers' questions with little difficulty. "All you had to do was check the manufacturing date, offset by weather, and the derivative of the serial number. A retard could figure it out," she sneered. Finding it insulting that this brainless bimbo would ask her such a thing...not her friend Carmen (who was standing nearby in a daze), but the reporter.

	Milly Teevee was 20 years old. She was plump, with a cushiony posterior, a chubby little belly and ample breasts. She wore a tank-top, which showed off her significant bust. There were several prominent Doritos stains on it. Her flabby butt was currently contained by a pair of worn denim shorts. It was a flat kind of flabby, not the curvy soft balls that graced Mrs. Salt or Scarlet. She was not big enough to be called ‘fat’, but she certainly was chubby, courtesy of her seditary lifestyle. She was unkempt in appearance, and looked like she had just thrown on whatever clothing was lying around. Which, of course, is exactly what she had done. Her skin was soft and pale-cream colored from a lack of sunlight, in contrast to her jet black hair which hung back in loosely-kept strands. In her hands she clutched a game controller, fingers clacking away as she played her game. 

Standing beside Milly was her best friend and roommate, the lovely 23 year old Carmen. Like Milly, she wore a pair of denim shorts. Unlike Milly, her ass could firmly be described as ‘phat’. Two round globes of soft, jiggling booty, which tapered down into soft thighs and black cowgirl boots. Her softly tanned belly was plump, and slightly hung out of her orange blouse. Her chestnut hair ran down to her back, and she had thick, full lips with pink lipstick. She was staring in general shock at the flood of activity, her brain still trying to understand that her roommate had tracked the golden ticket without her knowing.

''Most of the time, I don’t know what she’s talking about (not that she ever knew what anyone was talking about). You know, the internet and gamers. I, like, use the internet to produce, like, content but…”
	Milly cut her off “Come-one Carmen, don’t talk about your porn videos to the journos”
Carmen stuttered, her train of thought temporary derailed. Then she continued. “She does, like, internet videos where she plays video games and like, people watch her. I, like, don’t really get it, but then, like, she gets real good money and stuff…”

	Her roommate’s ramblings where broken off when Milly shouted out “Come on you motherfucking shitbag, come get me! She was distracted by the boss on her video game. 


Unknown, Unknown, Bucket's ''Residence''...

''Uh, can I offer anyone some tea? Coffee or Cocoa?'' Charles mother, Mrs. Bucket, asked the few reporters that were were squeezed into their modest home. Mrs. Bucket was a thin woman, with dirty blonde hair and pale skin. Her dress was light blue, although it was covered in multiple patches of other-colored fabric. It was the nicest outfit she owned. 

One reporter accepted her offer, and another drank their coffee happily, which served to warm them a little, as a cold breeze moved through the house. Others, politely declined, and was more interested in hearing how the 21 year old Charles came by the golden ticket.

''W-well, there really isn't much to say, honestly,'' Charles said, rubbing the back of his head. ''I've been saving up my earnings from working at the newspaper to buy the one Wonka bar...'' he held up the ticket, smiling in surprised, and shrugging his shoulder, ''and there it was, just the golden ticket in that one specific bar of chocolate.''

	Charles was thin and ragged looking. His grey woolen sweater seemed to be several sizes to large for him. His arms were bony and his face hollow and starved. However, his newspaper job had given him decent muscles and a wiry body. If he had a few good meals, he’d probably look much better. 

''That sounds like an unbelievable coincidence, Charles, how did you feel, personally, about being the lucky finger of the final golden ticket?'' a reporter asked, trying her best to sound serious despite the surreal circumstances. 

''All I can tell you is that it's been my dream to see what's inside that factory, and meet Ms. Wonka, herself!'' he exclaimed, letting some of his excitement get the better of him...


Now, all winners stood before the towering gates of the factory. Waiting for it to open, and for their  tour to begin.


As they stood outside the gates to that large, towering structure, that was Wilma Wonka's chocolate factory, Charles, a rather skinny and thin young man looked to his left, seeing a long line of people (in various clothes and colors) waiting to be let into the one place in the world that sparked more questions and conspiracy theories than any other. Around them were countless gawkers, fans, and spectators. Some had formed ‘teams’ to root on their favorite winners, or to bet on who would receive the ‘special prize’. 

He, like his mother, were clad in the clothes that they'd worn most of their lives, worn and old from use. They still served their purpose well. Neither one froze as they waited for the gates to open. Waiting to enter this place that felt more akin to a lost and forgotten city than a candy factory. Once people remembered that little fact, they usually felt a little silly that they'd discussed something so simple for so long, but then they'd find themselves pulled back in, intrigued by the stories and thoughts about what transpired behind these gates, and behind those thick steel walls.

 Wilma Wonka’s chocolate factory had that air about it, even before she had sealed it off from the outside world. Charles mother and father had worked there years before, and they had told him many tales of Wonka’s fantastic inventions. Ice cream that didn’t melt, chocolate eggs that hatched marshmallow birds, mints that brushed your teeth. But then Wilmas rivals began to send spies, hoping to steal her recipes. Wonka was forced to fire her employees, shut the gates and seal off the factory. No trucks came in, and no trucks came out. Many had scoffed, assuming that the factory was closed for good. Then a month later, trucks of chocolate and candies began to flow forth. And yet nothing ever came into the factory. No workers, no sugar, no milk, no cocoa beans. For years people had puzzled it over, trying to figure out the Wonka riddle. Now, Charles and a few select others would learn all. 

A gust of cold wind swept the crowd, and Charles pulled his coat tighter. He looked away from the factory, towards the other winners.

To Charles left was the obese Augusta Gloop, and her mother, who was nearly as fat as her daughter, though Augusta had currently edged her out. Since she was currently eating a bar of chocolate, and was always encouraged by her mother to keep eating as much as possible, it would likely remain that way. Both wore large overcoats: Mrs. Gloop’s was dark blue, and Augusta’s was red. “I can’t vait for our lifetime supply of chocolate” Augusta said. “Patience Augusta” said Mrs Gloop, her hippo-like form currently being squeezed by her husband. “I’m sure ve vill have all zee time to eat later.” Mr. Gloop was dressed in a light brown overcoat, and his mustache was pristine and waxed for the occasion. His muscular left arm was partially wrapped around his wife’s soft midsection, and the two were close together. “Remember mine dumpling” he whispered to Mrs. Gloop, “if zere are free samples, make sure you eat zem all.” Mrs. Gloop giggled a bit. Mr. Gloop loved big girls with big appetites, which was part of the reason he and Mrs. Gloop had fallen in love. She had been thinner then, but still possessed an incredible appetite, which Mr. Gloop was very happy to feed. He had put countless massive dinners of rich meats, thick sauces, scrumptious pastries, and frothy beers on the table, and Mrs. Gloop had guzzled down every last crumb. It had all gone to her big, plushy body, much to their mutual delight. Augusta had inherited her mother’s ravenous appetite, and Mrs. Gloop had encouraged her daughter’s gluttonous eating habits. She had always made sure Augusta had thirds at every meal, and that she always licked the plate clean. After all, a proper lady needed to have a big, full figure. 

Past the Gloops was Veruca Salt and her husband, who, wore fashionable, expensive coats that reached all the way down to the ground. Veruca sneered at the factory, her white mink coat contrasted with her lush brown skin. “Hubby, this Wonka had better be punctual. You know how I hate it when people are late!” She huffed, causing her large ass and breasts to jiggle. It also causer her belly to wobble.
	Though nowhere near Augusta’s mass, Veruca’s spoiled life had certainly enlarged her ‘assets’. Her private stash of Wonka bars certainly hadn’t helped. The dress she originally planned to wear had ‘shrunk in the wash’, and she had to make do with a larger size. She had been positively enraged at the unfortunate housekeeper, and only Mr. Salts intervention (and the promise of a new washing machine) had saved the poor woman's job. 
	Of course, Mr. Salt (and Veruca) knew that the ‘shrunken’ dress was due to Veruca’s candy habits. Not that Mr Salt minded his wife’s enhanced hips. 

	Past the bickering Salts was Milly Teeve and her friend Carmen. Milly wore a black leather jacket and tight jeans. On the back of Milly's jacket's was a logo of a pink circle with a smirking bunny on it.  Her skin was pale cream, her hair jet black, and she was plump, although less than Veruca and positively anorexic next to Augusta. 
	Carmen on the other hand, was very curvy. Despite the cold, she wore Daisy Dukes, which rode up her generous ass to the point of nearly exposing a camel toe. Her small bronze belly poked out from under her shirt (to the delight of the gathered fanboys). She was recording this event, pointing the camera at Milly as she livestreamed the event. “Whatup fans, it’s MillyTV here recording this Wonka tour! We’re going to see what has never been seen before, all exclusively here on THIS channel!” She jumped a bit, causing her breasts to jiggle to the delight of the stream audience. 

	And lastly was Scarlet and Violet Beauregard, who looked creepily identical to each other, with the same hairstyle, and jackets (which even had the same black color). They were both toned, tall, and athletic. They also possessed curvy, toned asses. The only difference between them was that Scarlet was a bit pudgier and was patiently waiting, holding her hands over her crotch, for the gates to open.
	
	Violet stood still, her body like a spring ready to launch. The only movement was her jaw, as chewed her gum. She was disdainfully watching the Gloops. “Look at those porkers” she muttered to Scarlet. “They can’t even go five minutes without shoving junkfood in their faces.”

	“Agreed Violet. And look at the others! That Veruca and Milly are aren’t gym regulars either” Scarlet scoffed, noting the rather plump figures of their competition. “This will be a cakewalk!” 

“Heh. That’s probably the only ‘sport’ those hogs have ever been in!” Violet responded, giggling softly. She briefly imagined the others trying to work out, crying and wheezing as she ran circles around them. Milly bent over gasping for air, her weak legs, unused to such intense activity, shaking and threatening to buckle. Augusta covered in sweat, laying flat on the floor as she wheezed and pleaded for Violet to stop forcing her to exercise, her gut wobbling like a medicine ball. Veruca, flopped over the handles of an exercise bike, weakly threatening to sic her husband on them as she kept spinning her aching, burning legs. And of course, herself and Scarlet, laughing it up at the out of shape losers, comparing their toned, perfect bodies to the other women’s soft, weak ones. She blew a bubble and smiled. Her competition was a gluttonous dough ball, a couch potato, and a woman who probably paid people to carry her around. Oh, and a half-starved boy. Violet grinned. She could beat these fools with both hands tied behind her back. 

While waiting, Augusta looked over at the Buckets looking them over. However, it was not their clothing that suddenly made her eyes widen in shock, but from the sight of how thin and scrawny they were compared to her and her mother.

She quickly turned back to her mother, and said something to her, which Charles and his mother didn't hear. Augusta's mother looked over and immediately set her sights on how thin and tiny their Buckets were. She nodded, and reached into her pocket, and retrieved something, while Augusta waddled over towards the pair...

''Guten Tag I'm Augusta Gloop,'' she said in a cheerful, friendly voice.

Charles and his mother turned towards the massive woman, and kindly responded by nodding, and extending their arms to shake Augusta's flabby hand. 

''Hello Augusta, I'm Charles Bucket, and this is my mother,'' he greeted, shaking the woman’s hand. It was warm and soft. Augusta felt the poor boy’s hand: it was so bony and scrawny compared to hers. In fact, everything was so tiny compared to her. She felt her stomach flutter, not in hunger (as it usually did) but something else...

''Hello Augusta, nice to make your acquaintance,'' said Mrs. Bucket with a friendly wave.

''Charmed,'' Augusta replied, giggling a little at her joke of a greeting. Charles giggled too.

''Ja so how are you two fixed for food un zis tour?'' she asked after their laughter died down.

''Food?'' asked Charles and his mother in unison, as both were confused by the question.

''Ja I am thinking you're not supposed to touch anything un here, and zo , I doubt zhere are any samples to be had. Zis place locked it'z doors for un reason, you know,'' Augusta said. She shifted her body; her overcoat was open, exposing her dirndl and it’s lowcut neckline. Her breasts bouncing and jiggling. Charles noted that the fat girl was quite cute; her face was attractive, framed with chubby cheeks and a friendly expression. Her skin was smooth and soft, and her figure actually seemed to be enhanced by her weight. Charles briefly imagined cuddling close to her warm, soft body.

''T-there was nothing in the instructions that warned us about bringing our own food on the tour,'' replied Charles's mother, now a little worried.
''Yeah, and we didn't bring any food with us of any kind, or even buy any to take with us,'' Charles interjected. He was feeling a little awkward about this.

''Mine mumma un I came prepared in caze any vone of ze other guests vere unprepared.''

She held up two big bars of chocolate, that were both wrapped in that familiar Wonka wrapping paper, and held them out to Charles and his mother to enjoy.

''Oh, no, we don't want to be a bother. We really should have brought our own food,'' replied Mrs. Bucket, who politely declined.

''Oh, but ve insist, zey’re delicious und nutritious, vnd besides, I wouldn't be able to live with mineself if I didn't share mine chocolate with you two, and let you go hungry'' Augusta replied.

Charles and his mother exchanged looks with each other for a few minutes, before politely thanking Augusta and taking the bars.

They were planning to save them until they entered the factory, but at being handed free food, and then offended that they didn't eat it, their bellies growled softly. Grumbling, angrily, as they beckoned the group to eat the chocolate while they had it.

Charles bit his lip, groaning softly, as he tried holding back the hunger, but things just turned to downright torture once Augusta resumed eating her chocolate. The fat girl greedily began to tear into the bar, the breeze blowing the chocolate scent towards the pair, pushing them over the edge.

Screw it! exclaimed both mentally, as they undid the wrapper, and revealing the delicious, dark bar to their eyes.

Licking their lips, they took their first bite of chocolate, and started eating it. It was rich, filling their mouths with sweet, warm flavor. The chill of the air seemed to die down as the munched on the chocolate. It felt as though the bar was melting in their mouths and spreading to every corner of their bodies, filling it with warmth from the inside. 

Augusta smiled at seeing the two eat...for once in their life. She knew she had to help them escape being such tiny and scrawny things, and gain a couple of pounds, like herself, or her mother, and was thus willing to spare the chocolate. Normally should wouldn't, as big girls like herself and her mom needed all the calories they could get. But Charles had been so scrawny and sad that even Augusta’s gluttonous personality was moved. She didn't really know if they wouldn't get any refreshments while on this tour, it was just a way to get Charles and his mom to eat something. Besides, Charles was cute. She briefly imagined him rubbing her belly and feeding her Wonka’s endless supply of chocolate, and her heart fluttered.

Just as Augusta took her seventh bite from the chocolate in her hand, there was a resounding CLICK at the gates, and the two steel forms, slowly, moved inwards, opening more and more for the group.

''Please enter!'' a woman's voice, suddenly, instructed over the speakers.

Excitement began welling up within Charles, as both he and his mother and the others stepped forth. They finished their chocolate bars and hurried towards the gates. Entering the gates, they hear only the clang of the steel gates as they closed behind them. 

Ohmygoshohmgosh! This is really happening! Though Charles, who was getting giddier and giddier by the second. With a metallic screech, the speakers on the factory roared to life, like a giant awaking from an age-long slumber. It was the chocolate woman herself.

''Dear visitors, it is with great pleasure that I invite you to visit my modest factory...!'' she continued to speak.

Charles looked up at the towering pipes and saw giant fumes of smoke ascend into the sky. Marveling that such an enormous structure could possibly exist in this world. A true testament to the wonders that Wonka possessed.

''-and who am I? Well...''

As they walked across the small courtyard towards several steps, they waited patiently for something to happen. Every second exponentially increased the groups confusion. “What did I say Darling?” Veruca moaned to her husband. “These new money types are always slacki-”

ZSSST

Hundreds of fireworks erupted into the sky! Their warm glow shining down on the crowd’s faces in bright brown, blue, yellow, and white!

They could hear the crowd behind them erupting into cheer. Clapping in joy, and shortly, when Charles looked up, she saw why.

Up in the sky, the largest firework went off, which spelled out the Wilma Wonka logo in pink letters. Afterwards, it just disintegrated into tiny, purple particles that were blown away on the wind.

Just as they reached a small flight of steps, they suddenly froze as a large door in front of them opened, revealing nothing but darkness on the inside, until a red carpet rolled out, and a woman appeared in the doorway.

She was a tall, slightly curvy woman, with twinkling amber eyes and short brown hair, who wore something that resembled a show girl's outfit with purple tail coat, an orange waistcoat, and a blue bowtie. Her lower body was clothed in legless maroon pants and leggings, and wore black high heeled boots. Atop her head was a purple tophat, and she held a cane in her right hand. Her face was pointed, angular, with a sly expression and a cheery little smile. 

She looked to be in her 30s or 40s, but it was hard to tell. She walked rather slow for a woman her age, leaning on the cane for support. She slowly hobbled down the stairs, towards the group. Clack, clack, clack went the cane. But just before reaching the edge of the steps, her cane stuck in the ground. She walked on for a moment, and then stopped. She grabbed the air frantically. 

She, then, slowly fell forward (sending the guests scattering), but she didn't hit the ground. Instead she tucked into a roll, before leaping up.

Startled by her incredible display of athletics, the guests just stared at Mrs. Wonka in wide-eyed shock, with Charles's confused frown becoming an overjoyed smile. The crowd must have thought the same as she did, cause they suddenly went nuts, and started cheering at what had transpired before them.

As she bowed before the crowd, she turned to face the winners with a happy smile. She extended her hand, and in turn shook the guest' hands in a friendly manner, welcoming them to her factory.

''Hello, Mrs. Wonka, I’m Veruca Salt,'' Veruca greeted Wonka with a sickly sweet, but ungodly creepy smile. Internally Wonka flinched at the woman’s demeanor. She oozed flattery and charm, but her eyes were cruel and domineering. 

''M-my dear Mrs Salt'' she stuttered a little, albeit a little shaken up after seeing that smile of hers, ''it's a pleasure to have both you and your husband visiting the factory. And what a lovely monk coat'' she pandered to the obviously spoiled woman.

''Thank you kindly, Mrs. Wonka, I’ve got about 30 more at home,'' bragged Mrs. Salt, who chuckled in a snooty manner. Mrs. Wonka grimaced a bit as she moved on to the next woman...

''Mrs. Wonka, I'm Violet Beauregard and I’m the woman who’s going to win the special prize at the end,'' Violet confidently bragged. Scarlet’s stood back, chest swelling with pride, as her protegee had her moment.

''Well, you seem confident, and confidence is key,'' replied Wonka, pausing in thought for a moment. ''By the way, did you that chocolate contains the properties that triggers the release of endorphins? The same ones that give you the feeling of being in love?'' she asked.

"It does? You don’t say…~'' said Scarlet, shooting Wonka a flirtatious gaze.

Wonka just smiled, and then moved on to the next...

''I'm Milly Teevee, sup?'' greeted Milly. She was still clutching the camera to her face, and pointiing it at Wonka.

''Wonderful to meet you Milly,'' she said as she looked away, “I very much like your jacket,'' she said, smiling friendly.

''Thanks, I really like your outfit too,'' said Milly, ''...you look like the end boss for Bloodfest 7 Level 5, Mr. Greenbacks, except that you’re wearing purple instead of green.”

''T-thanks? Oh, and no recording devices. Trade secrets and all. You’re get it back at the end of the tour”

“Ugh, okay” Milly moaned as she switched off the camera. She immediately pulled a small handheld gaming console from her purse and began playing with it as she walked off. 

The Gloops waddled up after Milly, Augusta eagerly rushing forward.

''Guten Tag Mrz. vonka, I um Augusta Gloop und I love your chocolate!'' said Augusta, huffing and beaming. 

''I can see that. Never expecting to meet someone who'd love chocolate as much as myself,'' Wonka scoffed. ''...and it's good to see you and your mother in such good shape,'' as she patted Augusta's huge belly, which was enough to send ripples through the skin and for it to begin jiggling. Augusta giggled and blushed.

Finally, she got to shake Charles' hand, whom was probably the most excited of all the guests Wonka had meet.

''Pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Wonka,'' he said, his thin face cracked into a broad smile.

''No, the pleasure's all mine, Charles, for being given a chance to show off my wondrous factory to the select few of the public,'' replied Wonka with a smile that grew wider after Charles greeted her the way he did.

After shaking Mrs Bucket’s hand, Wonka then instructed her guests to make their way inside. 

Each of the guests walked up the steps, vanishing into the darkness behind the door. Mrs. Wonka herself, was the last to enter, closing the door behind her, as she too disappeared into the factory.
For a few moments, the crowd stood spellbound. Then, a general murmur rose from them and they began to dissipate.
The spectacle was over, and there was no use waiting around for a group that was going to have a lot more fun inside the factory, than the crowed would  have outside the factory. 

After walking down a small hall, with Wonka leading at the head, they arrived at a room which had golden hands sticking out of the wall.

''What weird coat hangers,'' remarked Charles to his mother.

''Now everyone, please take your clothes, and hang them up. After the tour, you will be lead back here to get them as you leave,'' Wonka instructed, as she indicated towards the hands.

Everyone started taking off their clothes, and went to hang them, but just as Veruca and her husband hung theirs, the hands gripped their clothes, startling them, and causing them to scream!

''No need for concern anyone, there's nothing dangerous about simple coat hangers...'' Wonka interjected, silencing them. ''You two on the other hand could kill with voices that loud.”

Re-assured that there was no immediate danger, the others hung up their jackets, which were also gripped by the hands.

Charles just chuckled, finding them to be bizarrely imaginative.

''Hands to hold up ones' coats'' What a useful thing, he to himself mentally, as he hung up his jacket, and watched the hand grip it.

After everyone had taken off their coats and jackets, they gathered behind Wonka, who turned around, and smiled at the sight of them...

Augusta and her mother wore traditional dirndls. They both had low cut white blouses, with puffy short sleeves that gave way to chubby arms. The shirts exposed both women's ample cleavage, which looked to be barely contained by their cups. They both had black boots and long white socks that covered their fat legs. Augusta’s bodice was black, with red laces that already looked to be ready to give. Her skirt was green, with a white apron. Mrs. Gloop’s bodice was blue, as was her skirt, and her apron was white. 
Both were almost equally fat, and looked about fit to bursting out of their clothes. Augusta seemed to be much closer than her mother though, her massive tits overflowing from over her cups. Every step caused her breasts to bounce up and down, as if they were straining to escape their confines. Her bodice barely held her belly in check, and her skirt strained against her butt and hips as they wobbled side to side. Augusta’s face was soft, with chubby, rosy cheeks and two blue little eyes. Her plump lips still had chocolate stains on it. Augusta's blonde hair was medium length, and had two short braids on other sides. Mrs. Gloop’s hair was red, and done up in a bun. 

Veruca had a cascade of pristine black curls that hung down to her shoulders and a cold stare as her casual expression (that is, when she wasn't creepily smiling like she did). Her face was angular, with a strong jawline. However, her spoiled lifestyle had deposited a layer of softness across it. Her eyes were dark and piercing, looking out with a fierce, withering gaze. Her full lips were ruby red, and hid pearly white teeth. She was clad in a pink leather dress. It fit snugly to her voluptuous body, which was curved in all the right places, especially her wide hips and sizable butt. The dress’s neckline had a heart-shaped window, which presented a fantastic view of the soft, bronze-colored canyon that was her cleavage. She wore black leather heels, and walked with a confident stride. Mr Salt wore a brown three-piece suit, custom made. He wore grey pants and leather dress shoes. His hair was short, black, and well-groomed.

Violet and Scarlet were nearly identical to each other. They had similar bobcuts that went to their ears. Violet’s was blonde with blue highlights, and Scarlet brown with red highlights. They both wore form fitting track clothing that clung to their lithe bodies. Scarlet's was red, and Violet’s blue. Scarlet’s was a bit more form-fitting, as her bubblebutt was clearly jiggling with every step she took. Her sharp face had black, focused eyes, and frequently glanced at her partner. Violet had little booty, belly, or breasts. She was muscular, her arms and legs toned and supple. Both wore matching spiked collars. Across their well-toned backsides were words, written out in shimmering rhinestone. Violet had ‘Juicy’ written on her butt, and Scarlet had ‘Sexy’ written on hers. 

Milly was just clad in a black t-shirt that had the Xbox logo on it, and her sweatpants. Both had cheetos dust on them, and looked worn and untended. Her straight black hair hung down to her upper back. She was soft, with sizable thighs and a small belly. Her face was slightly pudgy, and was currently in a scowl, due to the unexpected amount of exercise required of her. Her roommate Carmen dressed much less modestly. She had a pair of daisy dukes, which were currently riding up her sizable ass. Each step she took caused them to bounce up and down. Mrs. Salt seemed to be glaring at them in envy. Her low cut red shirt kept threatening to spill her breasts out, and gave everyone a view of her soft, honey-colored belly. 

And lastly was Charles, who wore modest brown clothes. He was a thin young man, worn looking, but with an expression of deep wonder and happiness across his face. His hair was sandy blonde, and short. His mother was also thin and bony, and dressed in similarly shabby attire. 

Now with everyone undressed and ready to enter the factory proper, Wonka instructed everyone to ''Come along now, come along,'' as she began leading them down a small corridor, and out of the lobby.

After walking for a couple minutes, and rounding a couple corners, they arrived at a long hallway that had multiple doors on the side, and a single large one at the other end of the hall, that Wonka started leading them towards.

The group hurried after Wonka, who walked quickly. The Gloops had the most trouble, huffing and puffing as they waddled after the group. Just ahead of them were Mily and Carmen. Carmens plump behind bounced up and down, while Milly’s breasts jiggled. Milly was huffing as bad as the Gloops, unused to walking for such long distances. 

Violet could have easily kept pace with Wonka, but chose to hold back a bit, assessing the others. Augusta and Milly had shown themselves to be fat slobs, but Mrs. Salt was showing a surprising amount of endurance. Violet approached the woman, who glanced at her.

“Err, Violet, right?” Mrs. Salt addressed the girl to her left.

“Yes, and Veruca, right?” 

Mrs. Salt slightly tensed, but relaxed. “Well, to my friends of course”

“Of course Mrs. Salt. Then lets be friends.”

Veruca smiled. “Best friends. After all, we’re both winners.”

The two women flashed smiles at each other, but their eyes were cold. Each though “how do I beat this upstart?” and each began to imagine each others downfall. 

As the group huffed down the corridor, they noticed an obvious change in the dimensions: the room was shrinking, and becoming smaller and more narrow.

Charles's brows jumped at this revelation, and he looked around the hallway in bewilderment as it did indeed get smaller and smaller...and making them bigger and bigger.

Wonka was practically leaning down to not hit her head on the ceiling. Everyone else behind her were squeezed against each other, as they ran out of room, and dared not go any further.

''Hey, what's the idea, Wonka? Is this some kind of funhouse?'' Carmen asked, as she was pressed up against Mrs. Gloops' plump butt by Scarlet, who giggled softly at feeling such a woman on her crotch.

''Why, are you having fun?'' asked Wonka.

''Well we are if you think we're gonna fit through that door,'' Veruca said, pointing her ruby fingernails at the tiny doors in front of them.

Several other visitors moved around, squeezing Carmen against Mrs. Gloop even more. She groaned as she was shoved deeper into Mrs Gloop’s massive posterior. 

''Yov're not squeezing me through zat tiny door!'' protested Mrs Gloop, hugging her sizable paunch of a belly.

''Um, maybe if you suck it in?'' suggested Carmen, clueless as usual

''That's it, I'm done!'' Veruca growled. Her anger forced the others to back as far away as they could. 

''Come on Hubby, we're going back to the lobby-''

''Oh, can't do that,'' interjected Wonka, whose voice snapped everyone's attention back onto her. ''See, you've gotta go forward before you can go back. It's just silly to imagine it being the other way around,'' she replied, illustrating with her hands to get her point across.

She flipper a panel on the door, revealing music notes.

''This is a musical lock, useful for ones that remember songs more than they do numbers,'' she explained, before she began playing a tune on it.

''Marriage of Figaro.''

Rolling her eyes, Milly smugly said ‘Rachmaninof’ to nobody in particular.

Putting her hand on the on the door, Wonka gently pushed it open...

The door opened, suddenly huge, like the entire wall had slip open. Wonka lead them all out into a much bigger room. 

Immediately, as soon as Augusta and Mrs. Gloop laid eyes on the sight that greeted them beyond the door, their eyes widened, and they entered the vast room with shocked and amazed expressions. Everyone was struck by the surroundings by this, but Augusta and her mother were the most amazed. In shock, Augusta dropped her chocolate bar to the ground, whilst her mother's grip tightened, and she snapped the bar in half. The pair’s massive stomachs let out a loud groan that went unheard by the others.

As Violet blew into her gum, creating a bubble, her eyes widened, and her bubble slowly deflated.

Veruca actually seemed to loser her composure, staring in wonder at the room of sweets. A second later she regained control, switcher her face to her regular proud sneer.

Milly folded her arms across her chest as she nodded, semi-impressed.

Charles's jaw hung slack, and his eyes widened, nearly popping out of their skulls at the sight of all those greens, whites, browns, and reds.

Wonka closed the door behind them, and walked in front of the astonished group.

''Welcome, Ladies and gentlemen, to the Chocolate Room!'' Wonka declared, holding out her arms as if to frame the view.

Charles, however, was far too busy scanning the room with his eyes. Taking in each and every one of it's details, and then marveling about it. Augusta was also looking at it, for a completely different reason than Charles. 

As they were about to proceed forward, Wonka swiftly spun around, and smacked her cane into the grass! There mere action of doing this made everyone halt, and stare up at her with wide, and frankly terrified eyes.

''Now now, people...patience is a virtue,'' she lectured them. Touching her heels together, and holding the cane in a more casual manner.

''Before you get to wander around, and explore all the wonders this room has to offer, it is my duty to inform you that everything within this room is edible.''

Carmen raised a confused brow.

''Everything is edible? Like, what?'' he asked, obviously, in a little disbelief of what she was hearing.

''It means, lovely Miss Carmen, that you can eat anything in this room. The grass, the mushrooms, the trees...'' she explained, pointing with her cane about.

Again, Augusta's eyes lit up with excitement, as did her mother's.

''Everything?'' Augusta asked, letting her eagerness get the better of her.

''Everything, dear Augusta,'' Wonka replied with a smile. ''However, I have one rule, and one rule only, it's very simple, there's no way you can mess it up: don't drink from the chocolate river.''

This time, both Augusta, Mrs. Gloop, and Charles’ eyes shot wide open at this news!

T-the river is made from...chocolate!?!?! Actual chocolate!?!?

''Aside from that, enjoy yourself, and most importantly, eat to your heart's content.'' She smiled, friendly, as she bowed.

After she bowed, everyone ran past her. Their sights having already been set on various sweets, and intriguing things within the room, and all were eager to either taste it or just get a closer look.

Scarlet, slowly walked past Wonka, being the last one to make her way onto the meadow of rolling hills.

She was a little disappointed to see all this unhealthy junk lying about. She and Violet had trained hard to build their perfect figures, and all these calorie bombs and fat loads threatened that. Yet, it all looked so tasty.  And it wasn't like she had to pig out like the fat pigs, Augusta and her mother, did. She could still taste some of it, and retain her figure. 

-Charles and his mother walked towards a mushroom, where they were able to get a better look at the tasty treat. They noticed that it was made from small balls, that when grabbed easily disconnected from the rest.

''Wow, look at the size of just one of these, mom!'' said Charles, as he held the large, red ball in his hand, staring at it with wide eyes.

''I know. Looks like just one of these mushrooms is enough to last us a month,'' Mrs. Bucket replied.

''I wonder if it tastes like strawberry...'' Charles brought it up to his mouth, and took a big, mouth-watering bite. Chewing the chewy bits, and tasting the soft, squishy jam that poured into his mouth. ''Mhhmmm ~ Yep! That's jam, alright.'' It was sweet and fruity, and tasted better than any jam that he’d ever eaten before. He chewed slowly, savoring it.

''Mhm ~ It is very delicious,'' said Mrs. Bucket. Unlike Charles, she was taking big, hungry bites. She hadn’t eaten like this in years, and was taking the opportunity to enjoy herself. 

Taking a bite straight after another, the two ate the red balls with happy smiles across their faces. A smile that grew everytime they took another bite.

The balls only lasted three bits, which was a little disappointing, but Charles and his mom looked back at the mushroom, before turning to face each other again. Charles scoffing a bit, and shaking his head. “Whew, I don’t think I can handle another one of those.” He was feeling a bit full, surprised at how dense the jam was.

''Well, she did say to enjoy ourselves, so I don't see a reason wto stop at just one.'' Mrs. Bucket shrugged.

“Heh, you enjoy yourself mom.” Charles replied, a bit surprised that she could handle the dense, rich jam. He began to wander off towards a towering licorice tree, intriged by the swaying red vines.

As Charles headed off, Mrs. Bucket reached up and grabbed two more balls from the mushroom. Taking one in each hand, she began hungrily devouring each, relishing the sweet, sugary goodness. Each bite send sticky juice trickling down her throat. It was so good that she took little notice of the effects the jam was having on her thin figure. The jam was actually very fattening, and Mrs. Bucket’s slander waist began to slowly widen, her taught, starved belly growing soft and plush. Her hips began to push out against her worn pants. With each bite she looked less and less worn and starved, her skin becoming rosier and soft. 

Augusta and her mother had wandered over to some things that resembled bee hive cubes, that farmer's use. Buzzing was heard coming from them, so they kept their distance, though, their curiosity won them over, and they inched themselves closer. Around the hive buzzed several bees, larger than any Augusta or Mrs. Gloop had ever seen before. One lazily plopped down on Augusta’s cleavage, bobbing up and down on the girl’s wobbling tits. Augusta felt like it was watching her. The bee did a jolly little dance, then flew over to the cube, and then back again, like it was trying to lead the pair over.

Approaching the cube, they noticed it had retractable plates, which they tried pulling out, showing that it contained a yellow substance that looked like honey. However, Augusta scooped up some of the honey with her sausage-finger, and lapped it up.

At first, it tasted just like ordinary honey with no real change in flavor, but the longer it was in her mouth, her tastebuds were able to detect a second flavor...

''Chocolate!'' she exclaimed, turning to face her mother. ''It is chocolate honey.''

''Well of course it's chocolate honey...!'' a voice interjected, drawing their attention towards the speaker, whom they saw was Wonka, slowly walking towards them. “It’s a new recipe I’m trying with the Jubilbees”
“The vat?” Mrs. Gloop sputtered through a mouthful of chocolate honey. 
“Oh, Jubilbees, a special breed of bees that...never mind, we’ll get to that room later. Anyway, they gather up various sweets and make them into delicious new sweets, like the chocolate honey you two seem to be thoroughly enjoying”

Wonka gave a meaningful look to the two gluttons, who were two busy eating the honey to notice.

''It's something I hope will catch on with folks who find their tea a little sour, and want to freshen it up by making it a little sweeter,'' she explained.

''What kind of people did you have in mind? Old people?'' Milly's voice interjected.

They turned around, and saw her sitting atop a giant gumdrop-rock sucking on a popsickle leaf from a popsickle flower. A cocky look on her face.

''I mean, they're the only ones that would find ''chocolate honey'' useful.''

''I'm sorry, what did you say?'' Wonka asked, holding up a hand to her ear.

Milly just rolled her eyes at the question.

''What kind of customers did you have in mi-''

''What? Still not coming through?'' Wonka interrupted, gesturing towards her ear with her gloved hand.

''Whatever,'' she groaned, before getting up, and jumped from the rock.

As Wilma and Milly strode off, the Gloops continued to guzzle down the chocolate honey, grabbing sticky handfuls of the sweet syrup and lapping it off their fattened fingers. Globs of chocolate honey dripped onto their cleavage and dresses, not that the two noticed or cared. Soon, the two obese woman had gobbled up every last drop of the sweet honey. Mrs. Gloop patted her belly. “Vell, zat vas quite delicious Augusta!”

Augusta lapped the last few drops of honey off her fat finger and replied “But Mumma, I am still hungry!”. She shook her massive midsection for emphasis. “Besides, Miss Vonka said ve should enjoy ourselves”.

Mrs. Gloop patted her stomach again. It was nowhere near full. With a greedy grin, she looked over to a thick groves of chocolate plants. “Vell, let us eat more, mine darling Augusta! After all, un lady eats until she is full!”

Augusta giggled in anticipation of stuffing her face, and the two woman began waddling towards the chocolate grove. They walked with slow, lumbering gaits, each step a strain to lift their thick legs. Each step send ripples across their doughy bodies. 

As the two gluttons entered the chocolate grove, they immediately noticed the chocolate cakes. They were the size of dinner plates, and grew from large, flowerlike stalks that jutted from the ground. Without a pause, Augusta grabbed one and took a handful of fluffy, chocolate cake. Mrs. Gloop followed her daughter’s lead, grabbing another cake flower. It was staggeringly rich, a thick yet fluffy confection that made both women moan in pleasure. A single slice would probably have satisfied most people. A full quarter would have made most people sick with how sugar-dense and rich it was. Augusta and Mrs. Gloop however, possessed massive stomach capacities, stretched by a lifetime of gluttony and overeating. They hungrily attacked the cakes, shoving their mouths into the fudgy richness like pigs at a trough. Smears of chocolate crumbs were wiped across their faces as they devoured the cakes. Then, with two loud burps, the pair licked their hands clean and patted their bellies. 

“Mrmph, Augusta, zat vas URP quite zee treat!” said Mrs. Gloop. 

“I vonder vats next” responded Augusta, as she waddled away to gorge herself silly. 

Mrs. Gloop giggled at her daughter’s ‘healthy’ appetite, and began to pluck eclairs from a treebranch. Her husband had asked her to eat all the free samples she could get. Mrs. Gloop shoved the treats into her mouth, imagining how fat she’d be by the end of the tour, and how much Mr. Gloop would enjoy playing with his wife’s newly enhanced body. 
-

''Darling, come over here and take a look at these!'' Mr. Salt heard his wife call him over. He quickly broke away from the butterteacup he had been inspecting and joined her at the base of the tree.

On the branches of each of the tree's branches was a golden apple, whose shiny reflection made them look real enough to be actual gold.

''Golden apples!'' he exclaimed, as pointed at the apples in disbelief.

''Oh, come now, darling, there is no such thing as ''golden apples'','' Mrs. Salt chuckled, as she pet her husbands hair.

''Actually, you'd be wrong on that front, Mrs. Salt...'' Interrupted a voice.

Wife and husband alike whirled around around to face the speaker. Slowly walking down along one of the rolling hills, Wonka approached them with a smile.

''Oh, come now, Wonka, you cannot be serious about that. Gold, as a re-createable mineral doesn't exsit, and thus, golden apples doesn't exist. You've just dyed some apples gold,'' Veruca swatted her hand at the tree.

''Well, you are right on that front, Mrs. Salt,'' Wonka said with a slight grimace...

Beaming at being right, she turned to face her husband.

''See Darling? I told you there doesn't exist-''

''...they're not golden apples,'' Wonka interrupted.

''What?!'' exclaimed Mrs. Salt.

''They're actually Judgy Fruits, the main ingredient in a new gum I plan on selling, that judges the person chewing it, and then does various things to whoever eats them, though, one of the more interesting things about it is if it's chewed by someone's whose ''worthy'' it doesn't do anything, and just let's you enjoy the most delicious thing in the world,'' she explained with the excitement and giddiness of a little child.

''Really?'' Veruca asked, raising a suspicious (but intrigued) brow at Wonka.

''Yes indeed, though, I cannot put them into mass-production yet, as I have to grow more trees to bear fruit. It's sad, but true.'' She tapped one of the branches with her cane.

''You should try a few. It’s good to treat yourself to something sweet once in a while,'' Wonka said, before she walked off, twirling her cane.

Mrs. Salt's cold gaze followed Wonka, as she walked away, before being drawn back to the tree.

Hmmm ~ Fruit that lets you taste something delicious if you're ''worthy enough''? She raised a brow, giving the trees a suspicious look. Well, good thing I am worthy enough to try such delicious fruit, and besides, she said the only rule was to not drink out of the chocolate river - not that I'd degrade myself to such lows - so as far as I'm concerned, I'm allowed to help myself to one of these apples.

Extending her hand, she plucked one of the apples from it's branch, and brought it up to her mouth, taking a big, juicy bite out of the apple.

Fortunately, the apple was just like any other apple, so biting into it was hardly an issue, and a good thing too, cause every bite was more mouth-watering than the last.

Mhmmm ~ Really good apple. After the tour, I should probably demand Wonka for a couple seeds to sow my own trees to bear fruit like this.

She took bite after bite, eating it just like she would any other apple.

Despite claiming that she was above others, and believed herself more worthy to eat the apple, some of her manners were lost, as she greedily took one bite after another. The flavor distracting her from the inevitable effects on her waistline.

Like a balloon steadily filling with air, her waist started growing outwards. Bulging further, as she went from curvy to sprouting a significant muffin top in just five minutes. The growth only ending once the entire apple was devoured, and was licking her fingers clean of any remnants, which caused her breasts to grow, as a result. Stretching the dress a little further up, making it tighten around her breasts, and exposing more of her legs.

She looked down, and eyes widened at the sight of her enlarged bosom.

''Huh,'' she remarked, as she poked her left breast with her finger, ''...seems it made my boobs bigger.''

A smile settled on her face, and she scoffed, while grabbing the swollen mounds with both hands, giving them a light squeeze. Mr Salt stared in astonishment as his wife played with her newfound assets. 

''Heh, smart choice in making them bigger,'' she said to the tree, and then turned to her husband. She gave him a seductive smile, while groping her new breasts, completely ignoring the chubby gut that now clung to Mrs Salt’s waist. 

Mr. Salt was more observant, taking note of the new rolls of soft brown dough that had appeared on his wife, and her even-larger breasts. He could feel his pants getting tighter. “My word Veruca, you look positively voluptuous”.

 Veruca giggled, and motioned towards a thick grove of caramel trees. “Oh, don’t try that fancy talk with me you naughty little boy”.The pair quickly found a hidden spot, and laid down. Veruca opened her dress, letting her thick body out to be rubbed by Mr Salt’s eager arms. As the pair embraced, Veruca pushed her husband down, mounting him. He let out a soft moan as he felt her mass on top of her, her pampered posterior oozing over his body.

 “That’s right you little bitch, you know where your place is.” Veruca grabbed Mr. Salts neck, her ruby-red nails digging slightly into his flesh. “You are going to satisfy me. Right here, right now. I know how eager this is making you.” 

“But, Veruca, what if someone sees us? This is a publ-OMPH”

Veruca leaned over her husband, slapping him in the face with her soft tits. She put her full weight, all 220 pounds, on her husband, who whimpered. As she laid on top of him, crushing him under her curvaceous frame, she whispered “You are going to satisfy me...now.” 

Mr. Salt grinned, and began to massage his wife’s body. She smiled, and then remounted him, firmly in control. She bounced up and down on Mr. Salt, each time sending her booty crashing down on him. She kept her hand clasped on his neck, whispering insults and degradation. Not that he objected.

“Mph, yes Mistress, I’ll do whatever you want…”

“Anything?”

“Yes, anyMPHGN”

Veruca clutched his neck tighter and leaned in. 

“I want you to...feed me.”

“Mph, hmm?” Mr. Salt froze. 

“Yes darling, I know how excited you’ve been recently will these ‘laundry shrinkings’. I know you like your darling Veruca nice and robust.”

She grinned wickedly. “Those Judgy Fruits seemed to agree, given how they've enhanced my curves. I think I afford to gain a few pounds. Especially with such a measly little man under me to feel every, last, one…”

With these she bounced up and down on Mr. Salt causing him to groan in pain and pleasure. He grabbed a wad of caramel fudge, and brought it to Veruca’s waiting mouth. She greedily took a bite out of it, and then another. “Mmm, yes dear, every bite is going to make me bigger and juicier, and curvier and heavier.” 

Mr. Salt moaned in pleasure. Veruca smiled as she forced her husband to feed her more and more, feeling her belly get fuller and fuller. To her surprise, she was actually getting into it. She briefly imagined forcing Mr. Salt to feed her round the clock, eating and eating and getting bigger and curvier and sexier.

 She fantasied about sitting on a throne, her worthless husband on leash, pampering her massive form.  But she wouldn’t be an ugly fat pig like Augusta. No, she’d be a queen, a goddess, with legions of slaves devoted to tending every inch of her divine body. Her husband crushed beneath her godly behind, every wiggle and struggle and plea of his making her feel more powerful, more aroused. She moaned in pleasure as she came, and then the couple lay together in the caramel grove, panting. Mr. Salt clung to her, hugging her soft hips. “I love you dear”.
Veruca softly smiled and stroked his hair. “I love you too darling”.

As soon as she'd heard everything in the room was edible, and given the word to ''dig-in'', Augusta immediately waddled away from the group over towards the nearest tree or bush to begin treating herself to sweet-sweet calories, like she was at a sugar-laided buffet

She was so greedy with hunger that she just grabbed a nearby rock, and took a huge bite from it, her eyes lightning up, as she enjoyed the most delicious marzipan in her entire life!

Hungry for more, she shoved the rest of it into her mouth, repeatedly taking big, mouth-watering bites, that either filled her mouth so much it made her drool, or she just found it that good. Considering her character, it could've been either.

Once she had gulped down the last mouthful of marzipan, her attention turned to a strange, chocolate colored ‘plant’. At least, she thought it was supposed to be a plant. It looked more like a sea anemone than any plant she had seen. She approached it, and noticed that the center of the plant was filled with a white foam. Augusta reached a flabby hand in, scooped up the a wad of the substance, and shoved it in her mouth. It was whipped cream! Before she had even swallowed the first handful, Augusta had grabbed another, shoving it into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged, stuffed full with smooth, rich whipped cream. Her mouth overflowed with the stuff, forming a coating of white cream across her mouth, making her appear almost rabid in her gluttonous frenzy. A fat dollop of whipped cream dripped onto her right breast. She took no notice of it, too lost in a haze of gorging. She kept devouring the cream, until the flower’s supply was exhausted. She let out a burp, and licked her plump lips free of cream. Looking down, she spotted the clump of cream that was slowly melting into her deep cleavage. Without even a glance around, she hefted her breasts up and licked off the cream. She let out a small moan of pleasure as the last of the whipped cream slid down her gullet. 

She let herself fall backwards onto a bush, that perfectly caught her. It bent under her vast mass, but held. Augusta giggled at this makeshift seat, before she began grabbing leaves and shoveling them into her mouth. Immediately stuffing herself with another one, as soon as she was finished with the first, and on, and on.(etc) Her mouth bulged and wobbled as she aggressively gorged herself. The bush groaned as she stuffed herself with the leaves, until it gave in and dumped the obese woman to the group.

With a loud groan, she managed to sit up-right, through, pressing her engorged belly against her knees, which applied a bit of painful pressure to it.

Deciding to make it easier on herself, she laid back down and rolled over onto her belly. She lay there for a moment, breathing deeply, feeling the tightly-packed ball of food gurgle and grumble under her. Then her attention turned to the grass. She grabbed a thick clump in her doughy hand and roughly shoved it into her mouth. The grass was made of a sweet, minty sugar, and the dirt it grew from was like chocolate cake. She grabbed another greedy handful, tearing up the ground like a cow grazing. She ripped up the sugary sod, until there was nothing but a barren patch of chocolate soil in front of her. 

For a moment she stayed there, letting her stomach churn and digest the food within it. Her skirt was riding up her increasingly swollen belly, exposing her massive, wobbling ass. A pair of pink panties was tightly stretched across her cheeks.

As her stomach settled, she began to shift about in an attempt to stand up. She used her jiggling arms to support herself against the ground. She moved her thick legs to help lift her bulk up. It took several attempts to right herself, her face red and huffing as she heaved her bloated body upright. Her tummy wobbled and jiggled as she got her footing. Her skirt was now stained with grass, chocolate, and other bits of candy...not that Augusta cared.

Her back suffered some of the strain of lifting that enormous fat ball she called a belly, but it just taught her to not lay down. She has to eat everything in a single go, and not stop for anything. Just keep stuffing and gorging and filling her every-hungry stomach. It was like the eating competitions which she was a frequent participant in. Don’t pause, don’t pace, just keep moving the food to your face and swallowing. Only stop when your stomach is about to pop. She knew that it would make it easier for her to move onwards from one delectable treat to the next. She gave her belly a playful shake, feeling her fat jiggle up and down. Then, Augusta scanned her greedy little eyes around, looking for the next mass of sugar and fat to force down her throat.

She wobbled towards a large sunflower, whose petals looked to be candycorn, which she eagerly grabbed, and began stuffing into her mouth, one right after the other. Candycorn flew everwhere as she shoveled messy handfuls into her mouth, gulping down great wads of sugary goodness. After a minute of frenzied eating, only the stalk and center was left. However, Augusta’s hunger made her so ravenous that she just gripped tightly the stalk, and up-rooted the entire flower in one swoop. She wrapped her plump lips around it and began shoving the stalk into her mouth, taking bite after bite. As it passed down her gullet, it pressed her already bloated belly outwards even more, straining the fabric of her bodice.

	Augusta’s dress had already been tight when she entered the factory. It had been tailor made (much like her mother’s) to accommodate her expansive figure, and even then she was beginning to outgrow it. Her black bodice was straining, the red laces pulled taught. Augusta had adjusted them to be as loose as possible, but even then they were no match for her ever-expanding gut. Her skirt was riding up, and her expanding boobs had pulled her blouse tight. The fabric was beginning to stretch and tear. Augusta took no notice of this as she continued to shovel sweets into her eager, watering mouth. “Mphm, more, so good glurmp must mphn keep grlp eating...”

 Then, with a loud “Rip” the battle between Augusta’s dress and her fat was won. The laces on her bodice failed, and the corset fell to the ground. She was now clad in but a strained blouse and her stained skirt, with a roll of bulging fat peeking out from between the two.

“*Glmmpf* Oh, no nien, zat is not good” Augusta moaned through an overstuffed mouth of sweets. The fat girl quickly looked around. There was a grove of bon-bon trees nearby, the perfect place to recover from her wardrobe malfunction. A wide, chocolate-covered grin broke out on Augusta’s round, doughy face as she waddled over.

Charles was wandering through the chocolate room taking in the sights. As he was inspecting a bon-bon tree, he heard a massive burp. Charles entered the grove, and came face to face with Augusta Gloop. She was sitting on a candy toadstool (which threatened to buckle under the weight of the immense ass on it). Her dress had torn open, and she had let her massively bloated stomach out. The girl let out a soft moan as she rubbed her stomach.

“Oh, Charles” she said, as she noticed the young man enter her secluded spot. “I am just, err, resting right now. Ven I eat lots all zee blood rushes to mine tummy, and it makes me dizzy” Augusta patted her stomach to emphasis her point. 

Charles stood, taking in the bloated Bavarian blonde. After a brief moment he replied “Okay. I just wanted to thank you for that chocolate”. 

August smiled. “Oh, mine pleasure Charles. Say, vhy don’t you come sit down on zat toadstool?” She pointed to another toadstool, next to her. Charles sat down. “You ver such as skinny boy I felt so bad. You und your mother must eat more! Like mine mother and me!” Augusta jiggled her massive gut, sending waves of fat rolling across it. She noticed that Charles was very interested in this, and smiled. 

“Vould you like to touch mine tummy?” Charles was taken aback, looked at the vast, soft bulk of Augusta, and then reached a thin, bony hand to the fat girl’s belly. He grabbed a doughy handful of flab, and Augusta giggled. Charles began to massage and rub her belly. She could see that his pants were becoming tighter, and she knew that she was becoming aroused. 

“Ohh, I am such a fat piggy, aren’t I?” Augusta softly whispered. Charles nodded his head. Augusta giggled again. She loved being fat, over-stuffing herself to the point where her stomach ached and begged her to stop eating. She could feel Charles skinny little hands massaging her flab, helping her poor, overfull tummy digest the monstrous amounts of food which she had forced into it. She felt her heart racing, and a tightness within her.

Augusta raised her hamhock-like hands and directed Charles hands downwards. “Do you like big fat girls Charles?” Charles nodded as he scooted closer to Augusta, pressing his thin body against her soft, warm dough. She was like a waterbed (or at least what he though at waterbed would be like). A massive, jiggly pile of warm fluff. She must have weight as much as three of him, probably more. 

“All zee boys in mine village love mine sexy body. Zey all come in vhen I am at zee counter in my parent’s store. I alvays teased zem, un jiggle mine body un mine butt for zem” Augusta moaned as Charles worked his hand under her hanging belly. Then, she drew Charles face to hers, and the two kissed. Charles pressed his thin lips to Augusta’s puffy ones. They were lined with chocolate and candy crumbs. They locked together, kissing intensely. 

The two stayed like this for a while, Augusta moving her pudgy hands across Charles, while Charles massaged her fat-packed body, rubbing her gurgling stomach and playing with her swollen boobs.  Then, with a smile, Charles plucked a fat, juicy bon bon from the tree. A flashy of greedy anticipation flashed across Augusta’s face as Charles shoved the sticky, gooey mass into the fat girl’s waiting mouth.
 The treat crumbled into a mass of sugar and calories as Charles forced it between Augusta’s plump lips. Her chubby cheeks bulged to accommodate the mass, and she let out a moan of pleasure. As she chewed down the mass, Charles placed his face on her belly and pressed in. He could hear the woman’s stomach churning and sloshing, digesting the candies within. He could hear Augusta chewing the bon bon, greedily smacking her mouth. Then, with a strained gulp, the glutton forced the wad of chocolate down her throat. Charles could hear the squeezing and stretching as the girl’s esophagus pushed the mass down, into the depths of Augusta’s cavernous stomach. He could hear it burble and stain to accommodate the incoming food, gurgling and churning in an attempt to make room. He sighed in content.

Then, Augusta, temporarily full, decided to get playful. With one pudgy, chocolate stained hand she pushed Charles back, deeper into the comfy mass of the candy toadstool. She fell against him, her fat body cascading over him. She could feel Charles pressing into her tummy, and she giggled. “Oh, you like zis?” Charles nodded, and rubbed his hand across the woman’s massive ass. She smiled, and then brought her mouth down over his crotch. She sucked greedily, while Charles moaned softly, and kept rubbing Augusta’s obese ball of a body. Harder and harder she sucked, and as she did Charles reached his hand and began to massage her. For a good while they stayed there, intertwined. Charles was lost in bliss, his hands playing with the beachball like gut that dangled down, and the massively inflated asscheeks which Augusta slowly jiggled. Augusta was lost in a fantasy of her own. She imagined herself even more massive, to fat to even walk! Of laying in the chocolate room, a massive ball of fat, while Charles fed bon bons to her and massaged her body. 

“Oh, oh ooohhhh” Charles moaned as he came. Augusta kept slurping and sucking, until she broke off with a triumphant look. Charles placed one hand on her tummy, another on her crotch, and began to massage. For a while they stayed their, Augusta’s greed displaced by the attraction she felt for the thin young man and the pleasure she was receiving from him. They cuddled, Charles pressing his willowy body against her bulk, exploring the curves and folds of the woman. Then, an immense growl shook them from their daze. 

“Oh, mine tummy vants more food!” Augusta exclaimed, and she attempted to shift herself to her feet. Unfortunately, her swollen gut impeded her. Charles smiled, and then helped haul her back to her feet. “So, uh, will we see each other again?”

Augusta smiled and kissed him. “Of course Charles, you ver so nice! I vill go fill mine tummy again, and zeen you can massage it.” Charles grinned, and watched as the fat woman waddled off to gorge herself once more. 


Having found a seclusive, quiet place to enjoy her lollipop, Milly leaned against another rock.

Her arms were folded across her chest, but she still managed to hold up the lollipop to eat. Taking continuous licks of it, as she didn't really have anything else to do.

She mentally cursed for leaving her Vita in her jacket, meaning that she couldn't level up her character, like she'd hoped.

''Oh well, have candy,'' she chuckled, actually smiling for the first time since entering the factory.

Holding that smile as she went in for another lick, after which, she looked at the candy with an impressed smirk.

''Not bad, could be a little sweeter, but A for effort,'' she remarked, before going in for another lick. 

For the first time since their arrival at the factory, she was actually enjoying herself. Finding the whole trip worthwhile to just lick this candy leaf. In fact, she was enjoying herself so much, that she was completely oblivious to the changes occurring in her butt and belly.

Her butt pushed outwards, soon stretching her modest backside into a rounder, bigger pair of buttocks, that would give any bypasser a great look at her no-longer-modest backside.

It pushed her waist a ways out from the gumdrop-rock she was leaning again against, but she was more interested in how good every lick tasted, that she completely forgot about it.

Her belly also was affected by the sweet treat. The two doughy little rolls began to slowly swell, growing more well defined. Milly’s boobs became heavier, filling out her cups and straining her bra. 

''Huh. My pants feel a little tighter than before.'' She tugged on her pants to try and free up some more space, but no matter what she did, it was still just as tight.

Carmen came walking towards her, holding a rainbow lollipop in her hands.

''Oh my god, Milly-sweetie, have you tried these rainbow lollipops!? They are absolutely delicious!''

''Well, nice to see you're having fun Carmen'' she sighed, going in for another lick, only to find the lollipop gone, with only the stalk left.

Milly shrugged her shoulders, and took a bite from it.

''What’s the matter girl? You not having fun?'' Carmen asked in a concerned tone.

''Well, it's not that I'm not having fun, it's just that...it's starting to get a little boring here in the ''Chocolate Room'', which isn't even made of chocolate, it has chocolate in it, but it isn't built from chocolate, so false advertising there,'' she ranted a bit, ''...and if this factory is so great, then why aren't we seeing the rest of it?''

''Well, perhaps Mrs. Wonka is taking her time to allow the others to enjoy themselves, sweetie,'' suggested Carmen, extending a hand, and touching it atop her friend’s head

''Yeah, maybe...but that' still no excuse to keep the rest of us waiting,'' she snarled.

''I'm sure it won't be that long, sweetie,'' she said, rubbing Milly’s shoulder. ''And hey, at least we've got candy.''

''Yeah, I guess...''

Before Milly could take another bite, the pair heard someone exclaim ''What the heck is that thing?'' Their heads snapping towards the hilltop they'd heard it coming from.

''Come on, I wanna see what's going on,'' said Milly, before she started walking towards the hilltop with her friend.

However, as Milly walked ahead of her, Carmen eyes were suddenly drawn towards Milly’s suddenly enlarged butt. Her eyes nearly popped out of her skull as she stared at the woman’s increased booty jiggle and bounce with every step, threatening to overflow the pants' waistband.

Carmen worked her brain. Had Milly always been that big? Milly wasn’t exactly thin, her lifestyle contributing to a flabby body. But Carmen was taken aback at the two wobbing orbs that was her friends new backside. She smiled. Milly was always lacking in the junk department, and seeing her friend filling out made Carmen happy. In fact, it made Carmen a little more than happy. She and Milly had ‘fooled around’ with each other on a few occasions, and Carmen was beginning to look forwards to the tour’s ‘afterparty’. 

Walking up the hill, the two reunited with the group, and despite Milly still being oblivious to her enlarged backside, Carmen patted it, giggling softly at seeing it jiggle and bounce. Milly blushed and stood beside her friend. “Carmen, stop it” she whispered. 


Having been distracted by a random table, that had a filled plate of various fruit in it, Scarlet had absentmindedly wandered away from Violet towards the table, now standing over it, as she looked down at the plate with interest. The texture of the pears was not right, as half of it was red and the other was yellow, causing her to raise a curious brow.

Intrigued, she reached down, and picked up a piece, examining it for a few moments, before shortly plopping a piece of it in her mouth, and began to chew.

''Mhm! Sweet,'' she commented, chewing with her mouth still full of tiny (chewed) chunks of the pear-candy.

Enjoying the piece's sweet and delicious flavor, she leaned down over the table, and began picking out candy from the bowl, and eating three at a time, which after being chewed, melded together into a single, chewey mass within her mouth.

Turning her head, she looked out towards another hilltop, where saw Augusta's mother, Mrs. Gloop, sitting against a rock, and pouring chocolate pebbles into her mouth. Some fell out, tumbling down into her vast ivory cleavage, which was heaving against her bra.

Her hand was holding the side of her heavily distended belly, which was steadily covering her upper thighs more and more by the minute. Mrs Gloop had rolled up her skirt, exposing the growing pale ball of flesh. Angry red stretchmarks were visible across its bloated ivory mass.

It would seem the candies Wonka produced within her factory was a lot more fattening then once they hit the store shelves, it being most obvious in the Gloop's case, considering how hugely fat the two women were becoming. And all that from just eating pebbles, and whatever sweets she could reach.

What a fat fucking pig Scarlet thought to her self. How did she let herself become so disgustingly obese? No fucking shame, she and that wobbling ball of fat she calls a daughter. Both of those sows belong in a barn. Yeah, pour that garbage into your gut you mindless glutton. Wonka’s going to have to roll you two out of the factory at the rate your going. 

She grinned, a bit surprised at the sudden swell of arousal that was shooting through her abdomen. Mentally berating the two porkers was making her rather hot and bothered. 

Yeah, wouldn’t that be a delight. Those two lardasses, getting so fucking fat they rip out of their clothes. Wonka would need a forklift to get them out. Oh, wouldn’t that be just perfect. Going up to them while they’re helpless and bloated, poking that disgusting wall of flab. Oh, I’d bet they’d be embarrassed! Whining and crying and insisting that it’s ‘just a bit of baby fat’ as their swollen, gluttonous asses get hauled away. All while me and Violet laugh, clutching our special prize, telling those cows off. Running circles around them, poking their fat butts. Maybe we could have some fun even. Try and help them loose weight. Oh, wouldn’t that be a treat, rolling these porkers to the gym and forcing them to do sit ups. Watching their makeup smear as they jiggle helplessly and cry, ashamed at how morbidly obese they let themselves get. Their fat asses would break the treadmills I’ll bet. They couldn’t lose a single pound. No willpower, they’d just cry and stress eat, stuffing even more fucking candy and fat into their bloated guts until they can’t even walk. Heh.

Any surprise that Scarlet had about these fantasies was quickly eroded by just how aroused they were making her. She imagined Augusta and Mrs. Gloop as two massive balls of fat, sad and pathetic. Disgusting, fat slobs that stayed in their rooms, too obese to even leave the house. Not that they would, as in this proper world, the two would be laughed at in public, and would be rightfully ashamed of showing their grotesquely fat asses. 

Scarlet’s grin widened even more. Yes, they’d sit around all day, crying about how fat and useless and disgusting they are, all while stuffing more junk food in their faces to give them some little dopamine hits in their pathetic lives. Yes, and me and Violet would come in and laugh, and measure how fucking fat they are, and they’d cry and beg us to stop, and we’d laugh even harder. And then we’d stuff even more garbage down their throats, telling them how fucking fat its going to make them, and how they’ll never be fit goddesses like us, and comparing our toned, perfect bodies to their swollen balloons of lard. 

Mrs. Gloop's gluttony distracted Scarlet, though, from the obvious effects her eating was having. The fitness coach’s relatively thin figure was slowly starting to change, as well, but in a less noticeable manner as Mrs. Gloop.

Unlike Mrs. Gloop, Scarlet's belly didn't grow bigger, but her hips and butt certainly did, as it wasn't by chance that these candies were shaped like pears. Her hips stretched rounder, widening out, and pressing her pants' waistband further away, exposing more of her flesh. It was the same with her butt, which not only swelled fatter, and bigger, giving her a more curvaceous figure, but it further emphasized how flabby her waist was becoming. Her already beautiful cleavage grew deeper, more emphasized, due to how her boobs were becoming fuller, bigger, and more pronounced.

Hearing something, she stood back up, and walked off to see what was making the strange noise, plopping another piece into her mouth, and causing a final growth spurt, which affected her belly just a bit to make it become a soft bump.


Violet had wandered off to one of the more secluded hills, where she laid down in the grass, and started helping herself to several rolled-up, black wheels, which she guessed were licorice. Not wanting to let the chance slip of literally eating a ropes' length of licorice, she held it in her laps, and laid down in the grass, putting her hands behind her head for support, and just slowly sucked it into her mouths, she bit it off, chewed it, and then swallowed, then inserted the end back into her mouth, and repeated the process over and over again. Like always, whenever she ate something, Violet took the gum she was chewing out of her mouth, and hid it in her hair. She felt a bit guilty for indulging like this: she was an athlete, and this kind of junkfood was exactly the kind of poison she normally avoided. But it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and surely Scarlet wouldn't mind too much if she indulged. Besides, it wasn’t like Scarlet could chew her out too much. She had noticed her girlfriend getting a bit bigger, and truth be told didn’t mind it. Secretly, it made her a little aroused, especially when Scarlet began ranting about fat people, seemingly oblivious to her own gains. 

Like with everyone of Wonka's guests, who were now randomly dispersed around the room, and eating whatever they could get their hands on, Violet's belly saw some growth. Her toned, washboard abs were slowly enveloped by a layer of flab. A soft bulge pressed out against her shirt, as the licorice melted together into a large ball while being digested, which caused a growth spurt every time she paused to insert the other end back into her mouth. 

Her belly would've begun protruding out from underneath her shirts' waistband if she'd kept eating, but she was distracted by something that jolted her up-right. Her eyes narrowing as she looked towards a small figure on one of the hills across the river.

''What the heck is that thing?'' asked Violet.

She knocked over her licorice, which began rolling down the hill.

''They, Violet Beauregard, are the Oompa Loompas,'' Wonka explained, suddenly appearing next to the woman, as though she had teleported besides her.

Violet sharply turned around, facing the tour guide.

''They're what?'' asked Charles, who, like everyone else, were slowly making their way over towards Violet and Wonka's position. 

''Oompa Loompas? That's a funny name for such cute and tiny women,'' said Milly Teevee, who took a break from licking the rainbow lollipop that was as long as her arm. She'd been so fixated on sucking it, and doing it in a rather...questioning manner, that she'd ignored all the changes that had been occurring while she'd eaten it.

On the hill, across the river, everyone was staring towards the short woman, who had green hair and red uniforms that had green stripes on their wrists, necklines (which were cut low, giving one perfect view of their cleavage) and the WW logo across their bellies, which looked to be a little chubby. The one they saw was currently using a lawnmower to cut the grass atop the hill, while another was shortly seen using a regular garden tool to trim the edges of what looked to be a rose.

There were Oompa Loompas all over that tiny island tending to various plants, and gathering it all up into barrels, which was then pushed out through a doorway in the wall, and brought elsewhere within the factory.

''Are they real people?'' asked Milly, who had a skeptical look about her.

''Of course they are, they're living creatures just like you and I are...'' Wonka replied. ''...you are a living creature, right?'' 

“Oh, so now you can hear me!?” Milly groaned, shaking her head, annoyed.

“Those are my employees, the Oompa Loompas” Wonka said. 

''Oompa Loompas!?'' everyone said in response.

''Imported directly from Loompaland,'' she explained.

''There's no such place,'' said Veruca, clearly annoyed. “Miss Wonka, my family has interests in every corner of the globe, from Buganda to Togo, all through the Empire, and I can assure you that I know-”

''What a horrible and terrible land it is. The whole place is nothing but thick jungles that are infested with the most dangerous of beasts in the entire world: Vermicious Knids and Snozzwangers, and those terribly horrific Whangdoodles. I, personally, went to Loompaland in search of exotic new flavours for candy...instead, however, I found the Oompa Loompas! They lived in tree houses, that were built into the trees themselves to escape the fierce predators who dwelt beneath them. Their only food source were insects and dreadfully bitter herbs, but the one thing they longed for the most was cocoa beans. An Oompa Loompa was lucky if they found three or four beans a year, and oh, how they craved them. All they ever thought about was cocoa beans. And as it just so happens, cocoa beans was the exact thing from which chocolate is made, so I told the chief that they could come live in my factory,'' Wonka explained.

Veruca’s only response was to blink her eyes a couple times, as she digested all this information.

''So...they're Amazons, but smaller?'' Milly piped up.

''Correct!'' Wonka said gleefully.

Mrs. Salt, however, just scoffed, which attracted Wonka's attention.

''But what do you pay them with? I doubt they work for free,'' she asked.

''Oh, I pay their waves in cocoa beans, and they've proven capable of doing a majority of the jobs I give them, especially taste tasters,'' Wonka explained.

“Yeah, but anyone can be taste testers”  said Milly, who rolled her eyes.

''Hmm. These...Oompa Loompa sound they save you a lot of money, Mrs. Wonka,'' said Mrs Salt shortly after.

''Yes, I've been able to redirect that money towards advertising, and marketing my products, and as a result, profits have risen,'' she said, twirling her cane a bit.

“Interesting, interesting yes...”, Mrs Salt said putting a ruby-nailed finger to her chin. “I’m sure you don’t have any labor problems with this bunch. Know their places don’t they!”

“Er, right Mrs Salt” said Wonka, growing increasingly alarmed by the look in the woman’s eyes. 
-

Meanwhile, while everyone was distracted by the Oompa Loompas, Augusta and her mother was eyeing the big river of brown liquid. While everyone assumed it was just water that Wonka had altered the color to make it look chocolate-brown, Augusta and her mother were not fooled. They'd tasted chocolate before, smelt it's delicious scent many a time before. This was an actual chocolate river!

''Mhmm ~ All zat chocholate lookz zo delicious,'' Augusta said, licking her lips. She wanted to take a taste of the chocolate from the river, but Wonka had specifically forbidden anyone from drinking from the river. But it was so inviting looking. Augusta could almost taste the rich, creamy, warm goop. She had already guzzled down a sickening amount of candy, but her stomach was vast and still gurgled for more.

''Vell, zen why don't ve haven ourselves un taste?'' her mother whispered  into her ear. 

''Vell, Mrs Wonka told us zat it vas against ze rules-''

''Rules are zhere to be broken, mine dear Augusta. Now, lizten to vhat your belly un zays, und zhen zell me vhat yov vant zo do after doing zat,'' Mrs. Gloop said, patting her daughter's engorged tummy, which was already protruding out couple more inches than it did before.

CHURN GURGLE GRUMBLE

Her belly was rumbling mighty hungry. Augusta massaged it. A growing girl like Augusta eats until she's full, and boy was this eager glutton anything but ''full''.

She reached down, and touched her hand to the front of her chubby gut. Pressing down against it a bit, feeling out how much room she still had. She knew she wasn’t full, her tummy was gurgling too much. She hefted her belly, rubbing it. She was a big girl with a big belly and a big appetite, and she wanted chocolate.

She looked behind her, to make sure anyone didn't see them, before looking back at her mother with a wide-spread smile.

''Okay, let us go for it!'' The excitement in her voice giving away that she'd almost planned to do something similar to what they were about to do, by herself, at some point. Augusta was a round, fat, greedy woman. She loved to eat, and she wasn’t going to give up this chance to gorge herself.

“Zat’s my girl! Your know vat I alvays say: eat till you are full, and zen keep eating!” Mrs. Gloop said with more than a hint of pride. I’ve raised mine Augusta vell she thought, lovingly eyeing her daughter’s bloated stomach.

Mrs. Gloop up-rooted a candy plant, and hollowed out it out, just before she sat down close to the river, and dipped the tube into the chocolate river, and started to suck. Immediately, she felt a vast mass of hot, sweat chocolate stream up the tube, and into her mouth, filling her cheeks, and causing them to bulge wide from the sheer quantity of chocolate that poured down her throat, packing comfortably into her belly. Several streams of melted chocolate trickled out of the corners of her mouth, running down her wobbling chins and dripping onto her breasts and belly. With each gulp more of the rich liquid rushed down into her distended, magnificent belly, sloshing and stretching. Mrs Gloop winced a bit at first, but soon found herself absorbed in her own greed and gluttony.

Augusta was a little more primitive, and just laid down on the edge and began to drink straight from the river. Her belly rumbled at being compressed under the woman's weight, but Augusta ignored the discomfort and grabbed a handful of chocolate. The greedy 19 year old drunk down the brown liquid, and felt a rush of intense pleasure. Wonka’s chocolate fresh from the river was the best thing she had ever tasted. It made her tingle with excitement. 

“Oh boy, I vould need a bucket to drink zis properly!” Augusta moaned in pleasure. Or, un Charlie Bucket she thought, imagining Charles sitting besides her, telling her to eat more and more while he massaged her engorged gut.

Augusta leaned further other the edge, lowered her face to the chocolate, and began to ravenously suck it up.

Sitting down, Mrs Gloop just closed her eyes, and touched her fat gut, looking forward to expanding it bigger and rounder than ever before. She could feel the warm, gooey, sugary mass flowing down her throat, sloshing around in her engorged belly. She rubbed her rolls of soft flesh, moaning slightly, imagining it getting even bigger and fatter, wishing that her belly and bust would grow even larger.

And as luck would have it, she didn't have to wait long before her wish was granted, as after sixty seconds of downing (what must've amounted to a gallon) of chocolate, she felt her corset cling tighter around her belly.

Her eyes shot open, looking down at the belly, which her loving husband has spent many a night stuffing with more beer, meat, and chocolate than she could ever remember, watching in awe of it, as the fabric tightened around her waist, the fabric contorting around the ever-swelling bulge, that is only made bigger and bigger every time a drop of chocolate flowed down her throat.

Wow, this is incredible! My belly is filling up with so much chocolate! IloveitIloveitIloveitIloveitIloveit! She giggled in excitement, as her hand reached down, feeling all the fat on her body continuing to swell and grow bigger. Her pudgy hands grabbed at her own fat folds and jiggled them, sending waves of flesh across Mrs. Gloop’s obese body.

Yes! Grow! Grow! Grow! Grow! Grow!--

Her excitement, much like the rest of her belly, just kept on growing with every second. The straps of her blouse failed, allowing her basket-ball sized tits to burst from their confinement. Her bodice was tearing apart: her wild gorging had strained the fabric to its breaking point. Mrs. Gloop had been quite the pig: her face and belly were smeared with chocolate. Sprinkles, gummies, and crumbs clung to her excess flab. Her massive ass had torn her dress apart and was oozing across the grass. Her neat bun had come undone, and her locks of red hair hung down to her shoulders. Mrs Gloop moaned in pleasure as she continued inhaling the chocolate. She imagined filling her beachball-like gut with the chocolate, until it sloshed and stretched and pained her. Of Mr Gloop lovingly rubbing it, and entering her and making her wobble with every trust. She gave a small moan of pleasure, her face growing flushed. 

Her daughter, it seemed, was experiencing a similar thing, as even from behind, Mrs. Gloop could tell that her daughter's hand was touching her enormously bulging gut. Holding it in an attempt to ease the painful pressure that her tightened clothes refuse to relieve. Augusta’s massive ass was on full display, the two white balls of flabby cellulite exposed to the world. “Mph, so good, must keep mhhpg eating” she moaned, in between large gulps of chocolate.

Every second another inch was added to her expanding waistline. It was a nightmare to endure...as was it for the edge she was standing on, as it started to crack, and break apart, though, neither mother or daughter noticed this. Mrs. Gloop was more occupied with enjoying her gut becoming a chocolate-filled balloon, and Augusta was too greedy to let the opportunity to eat a river's-worth of chocolate pass by!

POP

It was immeasurably quick, startling Mrs. Gloop, and making her flinch! Her head shot up, and she looked towards Augusta, whom she could now hear as groaning a bit. Her blouse had burst a seam, and her daughters immense belly was trying to escape its fabric prison. She hefted herself over, her hands and face stained with chocolate. Big, dripping streams of melted chocolate ran down her multiple chins, pooling on her vast body. Her hands reached down to hold her belly, rubbing its bloated pale mass. Feeling a lack of space beginning to set in with her, Augusta groaned.

''Mumma m-mine belly...i-itz feelz zo full!'' groaned the overweight German girl. She felt impossibly bloated and full, like her stomach had been stretched to its limit. Her belly moaned and roared at the vast quantity of food which had been forced into it. 

''Keep going! Yov've handled bigger zhings zhan zhis, Augusta. Zhis iz nothzing compared to zee eating contests you have won!'' her mother encouraged. Refusing to believe that her daughter was full, Mrs Gloop poked her daughter’s massive gut. It was hard, like an overinflated medicine ball. Augusta moaned a bit, and then unleashed a large bletch. “Oof, zhat vas better. Thank you Mumma”. The bloated Bavarian rubbed her stomach, smearing the chocolate all across it. “Z-Zhat’s ze spirit mine daughter” Mrs Gloop said, as she rubbed her perilously overfull belly. 

The middle of their bodices ripped, exposing their blouses, which were ridding up along their distended bellies. The pressure on Mrs. Gloop's was smaller for obvious reasons, gradually exposing more and more flesh, since her expansion was so rapid her skirt had not pushed upwards fast enough to prevent ripping and tearing. Augusta’s dirndl, in contrast, was in tatters. Only a thin stretch of fabric covered her breasts, the torn, stained remains of her white blouse. Her skirt had been engulfed by her bloated belly, which wobbled naked in the air. Parts of it could be seen poking out from beneath the fat rolls of her midsection, every inch of fabric coated in sugary food stains. 

With the pressure in her stomach relieved to an extent, Augusta waddled back towards the river. Inspired by her mother, she grabbed one of the candy straws, and began to suck up more of the chocolate. Augusta felt the warm, delicious goo erupt into her mouth, filling her cheeks to the brim. They bulged as the girl sucked as much of the fattening liquid in, and then with a painful gulp forced it down. She felt the sticky mass tumble into her stomach, filling every available corner. With a painful groan, she felt her stomach swell further, forced beyond its limit. The pain and pleasure sent rushes of excitement through the woman’s body. She could feel the chocolate tingling as it was digested, her body getting bigger and heavier. Her crotch tingled with delight. She was so big and plump and delectable, and she loved it. She loved to eat and eat and eat until she was so stuffed she couldn't move. She loved the way her fat body felt and jiggled. She imagined that Charles was holding the straw, forcing more chocolate into her belly. She imagined struggling as he forced her past her limits. Augusta began swallowing more and more, her belly creaking and groaning as it swelled up to accommodate the vast volume of liquid poured into it.

Unfortunately, despite enjoying themselves, neither mother or daughter noticed the crumbling edge (atop which Augusta stood) before it suddenly caved in underneath her. The ground creaked and groaned as the massively fat woman strained it. Every gulp of chocolate that entered the obese piggy’s cavernous stomach further eroded the bank. Something had to give, and Augusta was too lost in an orgasmic haze of gluttony to notice.

''AHHHHHHH!'' screamed Augusta as she went into the chocolate river with a loud splash.

''Augusta!'' her mother screamed after seeing her daughter fall into the river.

Quickly the massive milf tried to get back up on her feet, but she immediately found that gorging herself on chocolate had its downsides. Her massive wobbling belly sloshed side to side as Mrs Gloop attempted to sit herself up. It was of little use: Mrs Gloop could only roll side to side as she attempted to haul her bloated body upright.

Augusta gasped as she returned to the surface, remaining afloat thanks to her bloated gut, which served as a great flotation device for the fat girl.

''Vere are you! Help me!'' she called out

''I'm here, Augusta-dear!'' she heard a voice behind her.

She turned her head, and looked behind her, to see her mother struggling to stand up, but making progress, holding underneath her belly, while pushing herself more than she'd ever done before. Her belly hanging down to her crotch, whilst Augusta's reached down to her legs.

''I'm coming-''

SLIP

SPLASH

However, despite being able to stand up, the sudden and rash movements destabilized Mrs Gloop’s immense body. All the chocolate sloshed from one side to the other, crashing against the walls of Mrs Gloops overstuffed stomach. Upsetting the balance, the elephantine woman stumbled. Her belly, her pride and joy, forced her down with its bulk. Mrs Gloop screeched as she tumbled into the river.

Being slightly smaller than her daughter helped the gluttonous mother, as she arose to the surface a little quicker than Augusta. Now, both women were covered in head-to-toe in chocolate, as they floated there.

Their clothes, (that is, what hadn’t been torn off) were soaked in chocolate, and clung tightly to their bodies. However, things were about to get worse, as the current got a hold of them, and started pulling them along. Despite their (useless) struggling, they were ferried down the river like abandoned rafts, pushed underneath the arches that connected to various hills, and through the narrow spaces and corners, until relief came when they were pushed out into an open area close to the chocolate waterfall.

However, as soon as they entered the clearing...they suddenly spotted Wonka, Charles, and everyone else! Augusta and Mrs. Gloop's stares meeting Wonka, Charles, and everyone else, who were just as much surprised seeing them floating in the river, as they were about spotting them on the hill.

''Help vs, Mrz. Vonka!'' shouted Augusta. ''ja, help vs get outta here!'' her mother followed suit, ''Yes, help us get outta here!''. The pair of obese woman flailed their arms as they tried to swim towards the shore. But their bellies were too heavy, and their fat arms unable to do anything other than splash. Charles grabbed an oversized lollipop and reached it over the chocolate. “Here, Augusta, grab this!” he cried, trying to help fish the pair out of the river. Augusta grabbed at it with her fat hands, but was unable to get a grip. 

Wonka, however, just stood motionless in place, staring at Augusta and her mother with wide eyes, that, for some reason, was constantly looking up at the ceiling.

''Miss Wonka, what are you looking at? Why aren’t you helping?” Charles said, his voice becoming desperate. That’s when he followed Wonka’s gaze, and froze in shock.

Everyone looked up (including Augusta and her mother), and their eyes widened, as they spotted an oval-shaped machine moving across the ceiling. It positioned itself above Augusta and her mother. Remaining silent for a few seconds, it extended a pair of transparent pipes down into the river, and began sucking up the chocolate.

''There's a very simple answer to your question, Charles. I can't.'' Wonka responded.

The grip on the two fat women intensified, and the current began to get rougher, as they started floating towards the pipes. Augusta and Mrs. Gloop uttering a collective ''Oh no!'' as their colossal forms were pulled closer to the pipes. Their speed getting faster and faster, until they suddenly plunged beneath the surface!

Everyone's eyes widened, but their heads shortly shot upwards, as they watched the flow stop in two pipes. Then, in each one, Augusta and her mother's chocolate-covered forms appeared wedged in the pipe! Augusta's chubby feet kicking back and forth, while one pipe over her mother was stuck, exposing her naked, bloated belly to the whole room. 

The pipes were massive, large enough that an average sized person could comfortably crawl through, with room to spair. But the Gloops we anything but ‘average sized’. Even before they had gorged themselves on candy, it was unlikely that the two would have fit through without being greased. Now, their obese, overstuffed bodies were much too wide to fit through, at least not wothout some serious force. 

The pressure was so strong that it ripped off their skirts, exposing their fat calves. And it became apparent to them that they weren't going to escape this humiliation. Despite their faces being coated in chocolate, their chubby cheeks blushed intensely. Their embarrassment hidden underneath a thick layer of sweet-delicious chocolate.

''Fatass!'' scoffed Violet, a smile appearing on her face at seeing the two of them stuck in the pipe. “Serves the two porkers right for not having self control!” interjected Scarlet. She was greatly enjoying this.

''Uh, Mrs. Wonka, shouldn't you be doing something?'' asked Charles, his face marred with worry.

''There's nothing I can do, Charles. They're simply so fat they're blocking the pipe, though, I can safely assure you they won't be harmed,'' she replied, now eating a small chocolate ball out of a bag she'd gotten out while everyone was distracted by the two fatties.

''Oh yeah? How can you tell?'' Milly asked snarkily.

''Cause they're blocking the chocolate, and that's causing the pressure to build beneath them. Have you even shaken a soda bottle before taking off the lid? It's something like that, only more intense this time!'' she explained, giddy as a school girl.

''But Mrs. Wonka, their fat asses are straining against the pipe. Look!'' Milly interjected, pointing towards the pipe with her finger.

And indeed, she was right! The glass was starting to crack, seeing the glass cracking open at an alarming rate along the edges. Augusta and Mrs. Gloop groaned within the pipes, as the pressure became more intense. 

“Oh, oh mine gott!” Augusta Gloop exclaimed. Her massive waistline was lodged firmly in the pipe. It painfully constricted her body, squeezing her layers of flab. She felt the pressure of the chocolate pulsate below her, driving upwards. She was coated in chocolate, every inch of fat and flab covered in it. The taste of chocolate surrounded her, soaked her. And, despite her predicament, part of her was greatly enjoying this. She could see her mother yelling and wiggling in the pipe. Augusta licked off some of the chocolate around her and giggled. The pressure under her felt good, especially as it massaged her crotch. She was such a fat pig that she had gotten stuck in the pipe. She gazed down at the crowd below her. “They must think I’m such a greedy pig” Augusta through, and she immediately felt aroused. She wondered what Charles thought about this, and if the cute, skinny young man was turned on by her situation. She imagined sitting in this pipe, licking up chocolate, getting fatter and fatter. Augusta moaned in pleasure as the chocolate pressure surged.

''Oh my,'' gasped Mr. Salt, as the pipe began to shake, chocolate was already beginning to leak out through cracks, and the two fat obstructions weren't looking any better, with their faces becoming red, and beads of sweat running along their temples.

Suddenly, despite their attention being taken up by the two fat women trapped in the large pipe, everyone soon found themselves distracted by something else as soon as Charles said, ''Wait, do you hear that? It's the Oompa Loompas!'' They looked towards the Oompa Loompas, and listened as they began to sing…

Augusta Gloop
Augusta Gloop
The big fat greedy nincompoop!
And Mrs. Gloop,
So wide and round,
Can match her daughter pound for pound. 
These pigs entered the chocolate room,
and swelled themselves like balloons!
They stuffed themselves with such a haste,
they hardly noticed their growing waists!
Every little chocolate crumb,
went to their expanding bums!
And as they made themselves a mess,
they completely missed their swelling breasts! 
And how the bellies they both haul,
were getting rounder than a ball!
How long could we allow these beasts,
to gorge and guzzle, feed and feast,
on everything they wanted to?
Great Scott, it simply would not do!
Left alone they’d get so large,
We’d have to float them on a barge! 
Or else we’d have to huff and strain, 
To haul them out with a crane!
So we’ll do what must be done!
And while we’re at it have some fun!
And tease these greedy chubby brats,
Who ate themselves so terribly fat!
“Come on!” we cried, the time is ripe,
to send these porkers up the pipe!
But don’t, dear visitors, be alarmed!
These greedy Gloops will not be harmed!
These greedy Gloops will not be harmed!
Although of course, we must admit,
they will be altered quite a bit!
Slowly wheels go round and round,
and cogs begin to grind and pound!
Add some sugar, cream and spice,
A thousand knives go slice slice slice!
We’ll boil ‘em for a minute more,
until we’re absolutely sure,
That out they come, by God, by grace,
A miracle has taken place!
A miracle has taken place!
These greedy brutes,
These porky pigs,
are now something that all can dig,
For who could hate, or bear a grudge,
against a luscious bit of fudge?

What was even more impressive, was that while they'd been singing that tune, they'd also been able to do their work effortlessly.

''Huh ~ Didn't know Oompa Loompas doubled as singers,'' Mrs. Salt was the first to speak up.

''Oh, yes, they're quite talented. So talented, in fact, that they're capable of coming up with songs on the spot,'' said Wonka.


''Wow! That was great!'' remarked Milly, ''You should totally enter them into a singing contest. They'd take first price, easily! And it would be nice to see someone with some talent for once.''


''Uh, Mrs Wonka...?'' Violet was heard speaking up.

''Yes, Miss Beauregard?''

''Is the pipe supposed to look like that, or is there something wrong with it?'' she asked, pointing towards the pipe.

''Look like wha-'' Turning back, Wonka, along with everyone else, froze as they saw the pipe, watching how the bottom bulged and contorted, as the pressure continued to build. Getting stronger with every second!

''Oh no!'' she said, softly. ''Everyone, hit the deck!''

Wonka was the first to throw herself down onto the ground, covering her face with her hat, shortly, before everyone took cover!

''Here it coooomessssssssss!''

KA-BLOSH

The entire room shook as if an earthquake moved through, but despite the shaking still going, Charles curiosity got the better of him, and he lifted his head off the ground, and looked back at the pipes.

Whoa!

His eyes widened, as he watched Augusta and Mrs Gloop shoot up the pipes like rockets. Augusta being at the front, with Mrs. Gloop behind as they soared up the pipes, and into the machine.

For a few moments, Augusta and her mother could be seen in the portholes of the machine. Mrs Gloop plush behind smacked against a window, followed be her daughter’s copious belly. The machine groaned at it hefted up the two fatties bulk. 

Wonka stood up. Dusting herself off, glaring towards the machine, as she held her cane with both hands.

''Mrs. Wonka? What's going to happen to Augusta and her mother?'' asked Charles, even more worried.

''Augusta and Mrs. Gloop will be fine.''

Milly was again going to make a snarky remark, but before she could, Wonka reached two fingers into her breasts and pulled out a flute, which she shortly played a small tune.

Shortly following the tune being played, she was immediately approached by an Oompa Loompa from out of nowhere, whom she kneeled down to talk to, instructing her on how she must ''Go to the Fudge Room, and look sharp, for Augusta Gloop and her mother are both liable to get poured into the boiler.'' 

The Oompa Loompa blinked her eyes intensely, and then turned, and hurried off

Wonka held her cane for a couple minutes, smiling at the Oompa Loompa, as she walked off back to wherever she'd emerged from.

''Well? Shall we?'' she looked over her shoulder, while asking the eight people behind her.

Twirling her cane, she steps forward, and walks down the slopes towards the river. Everyone, curious of what she's planning to do now, follow her.

''Augusta Gloop, Augusta Gloop'', Charles hummed to himself, finding the song catchy in spite of his worry. 


From where they stood on the edge (but not too close to the edge), Wonka and everyone else patiently waited.

Charles was the first to speak. “Miss Wonka, how did the Oompa Loompas have a song ready for Augusta and her mother. It seems like they must have written it before hand?”

“Nonsense, my dear Charles.” Wonka responded. “They were just improvising. Making the lyrics up as they go. Anyone can do it! Here, give me a word or phrase and I’ll show you.”

“Chewing gum!” interrupted Violet. 

“Chewing gum is really gross, chewing gum I hate the most. See, same thing!” Wonka replied.

Violet blew a bubble, and then spoke. “If you hate gum so much, why do you make it?”

“Why do politicians make promises they don’t keep?” said Wonka, clearly a bit annoyed. 

Veruca let out a little snort of laughter, and then quickly caught herself. 

Milly, ever the smart-ass, was about to open her mouth and whine about how they were waiting for nothing, when, suddenly, something was heard coming around the bend. Something moved through the chocolate river.

''Oh, what's tha-'' 

However, Milly was shortly interrupted, as they watched a large, pink shape round a corner, and come into view for everyone to see. It was a giant boat! It was carved to have the head of a seahorse on it’s prow, and it looked like the entire thing was made from some sort of crystal, or hard candy, or something along those lines. Point being, the boat looked looked very expensive.

After docking beside Wonka and her guests, the Oompa Loompas seen to be rowing with big spoons, and clad in navy-blue sailor outfits, with white trimmings, white hats with blue stripes at atop their heads, all looked up at the (slightly smaller) tour group, seeing Wonka smiling back at them.

''Everyone aboard.'' Extending her hand, she gestured for everyone to get onboard the boat, with her being the last one to find a seat.

As Violet and Scarlet got onto the boat, it surprisingly rocked a little, making jerky movements, which splashed the chocolate a bit. The boat, shaking a little as they sat down.

''Huh? That was weird,'' said Scarlet, who had no idea why that happened, forgetting the obvious growth their bellies had done while in the chocolate room. 

Now, both she and her girlfriend had slightly stretched muffin top bellies and big, jiggly asses. 

While most choose to sit with their respective partners, Wonka joined Charles and Mrs. Bucket at the back.

''You're gonna love this. Just love it,'' she said, holding her cane with both hands.

The Oompa Loompas used their spoons to push away from the edge, and began to row up through the river. Slowly, and gracefully, making their way up along the stream.

The seahorse-boat making it's way through the canals that everyone had seen from atop the rolling hills, but were now seeing from underneath as the boat passed underneath the small ''bridges'' that connected the hillsides.

The silence of the ride was interrupted when Milly spoke up again.

''How did those two fatasses get so much fatter anyway? I mean, they were gluttonous, and clearly obese, but how did they get that fat in such a time? she asked, wearing a confused expression.

Mrs. Salt looked back over her shoulder, shooting Milly a smile. I like this kid. She doesn't care about what she'll say and if she hurt other's feelings, and she's honest. I should reach out to her after all this. I could use someone like her to expand my husband's operations. 


''Here, I'll show you,'' said Wonka, and reached for a ladle that hung on a stand.

She dipped it down into the chocolate, and lifted it back up. 
“Who wants a demonstration?”

Charles, Mrs. Bucket, Carmen, Milly, and Veruca all raised their hands. Violet and Scarlet huffed, seeming to fume at the idea that they’d dare to eat something so fattening. 

“Six cups it is then, can someone please grab them?” Wonka said, and pointed towards a small cabinet built into the ship. 

Charles grabbed three, and Mrs. Bucket another three. They passed them around, as Wonka went about filling them. 

Pouring the rich chocolate into the cups, she gave Mrs. Bucket, Milly, Carmen, Veruca, and Charles their own cup, keeping one for herself. She exclaimed ''Bottoms up'' before drinking deeply, downing everything in a single gulp.

It was the most delicious chocolate any of them had ever tasted. It was warm, gooey, and decadently rich. 

Drinking it caused all four to begin changing. Stretching their fabric of their clothes, and straining the buttons on everyone's attire.

Charles felt as though the chocolate was flowing through his entire body. The others could see his frame growing less lean, more muscled and well-defined. His face was no longer gaunt, but instead had a healthful glow. 

The women on the other hand seemed to have all the chocolate turn to fat. Wilma Wonka seemed to get curvier with every gulp. Her hips widened, her belly softened, and her sharp face seemed to plump up. Her suit seemed to stretch to accommodate her increased softness (in fact, she had specially designed it to do so). Even then, her tight waistcoats was straining to contain her potbelly. 

Mrs. Bucket had gained up a significant bit on weight in the chocolate room, and had gone from a thin stick to a well rounded figure. Now she was getting positively plump, with thick thighs and a round, growing belly. Her dress was now visibly straining against her belly, pushing the buttons to the breaking point.

Veruca’s hips seemed to swell with every gulp. Her pink leather dress began to ride up her increasingly thick thighs. Her breasts began to spill over her bra ever so slightly. Mr. Salt looked on approvingly. 

Carmen’s belly bloated up significantly, becoming a well-defined potbelly. But by far the most drastic growth was in her ass. Her Daisy Dukes were beginning to rip apart, exposing glimpses of her jiggly copper behind. 

Milly Teevee had the most drastic reaction through. She had already consumed quite a bit while in the Chocolate Room, so her belly was already a bloated muffin top, but now it continued swelling outwards until it looked downright pregnant. Two great rolls of pale cream flab, bloated out as if the girl had swallowed a basketball. Her growth was hardly a comfortable one, as her clothes clung tighter around her inflating bellies, applying unwanted pressure to the taut skin, until finally-

POP

Milly’s growing tummy popped the button on her jeans, and her flabby belly peeked out. She leaned back and groaned, massaging the basketball-sized paunch.

''Ahhhhh! How was it?'' Wonka asked them.

''Whoa!'' Charles replied, having not felt this full in...forever.

''That was *URP* quite the mouthful, Mrs Wonka,'' said Mrs. Bucket mother, who held a hand to her engorged gut. 

“Huff, huff, hey Wonka, you might want to urp put a warning label on this.” Milly said. Carmen was eagerly eyeing her gut. Violet and Scarlet were also eyeing it, but in a judgmental yet lustful way.

“Well, we lost two pigs, only to gain five more” whispered Scarlet. 

''That's cause the chocolate is so naturally fattening, that when exposed to so many calories, a single spoonful is enough to one a muffin top,'' Wonka explained, somehow hearing Scarlet from across the boat. Milly rolled her eyes.

''But then, what's with the waterfall?'' asked Charles, while at the same time pointing at the waterfall with his finger.

''Ten thousand gallons an hour. Every drop of the river is hot melted chocolate of the finest quality. The waterfall is most important. It churns the chocolate, mixes it up. By the way, no other factory in the world mixes its chocolate by waterfall. People, those pipes suck up the chocolate, and carry it away, all over the factory. Thousands of gallons an hour.'' She wriggled her fingers, while slowly moving her hand through the air.

Milly just rolled her eyes, and shifted her gaze from Wonka's ''whimsical'' explaining.

Following the chocolate river, they soon spotted a large tunnel entrance up ahead, that looked rather ominous and imposing. Virtually no light showed what was ahead, and Wonka's silence was not helping the situation.

''Hey Mrs. Wonka, what's that up ahead?'' asked Veruca, who pointed at the tunnel with her index finger.

''Oh, that's a tunnel...'' replied Wonka, flatly.

''Yeah, no surprise there, but where does it lead?'' asked the annoyed Milly.

''You didn't let me finish,'' she said, before shortly returning to the same tone of voice that'd been heard just a couple seconds ago. ''That's a tunnel...that I don't know where it leads.''

''Well, if you don't know where it leads, then why are we still heading straight for it?'' asked a subtly nervous Milly, who didn't like that Wonka wasn't saying anything helpful.

However, she was meet with nothing but silence from Wonka. Dead silence.

“And, why don’t you know where it leads? It’s your factory, you built it, you should know where it goes!” Milly continued, her angry tone concealing her concern. 

Wonka just responded “I didn’t build this tunnel. Sometimes the factory builds its own rooms, and I discover them later.”

''Wonka, this isn't funny!'' Milly's voice was now a little more urgent, and she was getting more and more scared the closer they got to the dark tunnel.

''Yeah, come on, Wonka, this ain't funny!'' interjected Carmen.

''Hey, what's going on back there?'' asked Veruca, who didn't like all the sudden screaming. It made her nervous. 

However, soon all light disappeared as the boat and it's crew were enveloped by darkness.

''Cut it out, Wonka!'' said Milly, feeling more panicked by the second. 

''I hate the dark!'' said Veruca, whom clung tightly to Mr. Salt.

Deeper and deeper into the tunnel they went, the tunnel opening, now a ways behind them, faded into the distance as darkness consumed everything in it's path.

This was the first sign that something was off. The next coming when they noticed the Oompa Loompas beginning to row faster and faster. It was so dark in here that it was impossible to see the walls, or anything, other than the one sitting next to you.

Milly didn't this like. Sure, she spent many hours playing online multiplayer and doing live-streams with other players, but she usually had the light of a screen to assure her she wasn't completely swallowed up by the darkness of her room. Now was a different story, everything was dark, and she was huddling ever-closer to Carmen, who, when she sat close enough, draped her shoulder over her.

''Wonka, I want off!'' demanded Milly, who was about to stand up in her seat, when something suddenly flashed behind her, that frightened the other visitors, and forced her back into her seat.

''Gah! What was that!?'' she asked Carmen, who looked around frantically in shock.

Suddenly, though, it appeared again, and this time she did see it, and like everyone else, she screamed at the image of a fat woman munching on food, and reaching back to give her plump butt a tight squeeze that made her moan, loudly!

Her image faded, but her moans lingered, like the moans of a ghost.

''Ah! What the hell was-'' Milly was about to question, when suddenly something else immediately popped up!

Then, a fat woman appeared, bending over, and revealing her Daisy Duke style shorts, as they tightened around her plush, thick butt, causing Scarlet to groan at the sight of such disgusting obesity.

''Ohhh! I think I'm gonna be sick!'' said Scarlet, reaching down, and putting a hand on her bloated waist. She failed to acknowledge the growth that had occurred there because of everything else that was going on around them.

Just as soon as she said that, another fat woman appeared, being ridden by a man that resembled Mr. Salt, holding her soft, juicy love handles as he relentlessly pumped in to her, causing her entire body to shake, and jiggle with every thrust.

''AHHHH! Now I am going to be sick!'' she exclaimed.

In the darkness, the Salts exchanged glances, each barely able to make out the other’s face. Mr. Salt seemed rather enthused about the whole thing. Mrs. Salt, decidedly less so. 

However, as Carmen saw the fat girl being ridden, it only reminded her of one of her former clients, who had once asked this really bizarre request of her before he'd do anything sexual to her. 

''It took a long time to get rid of that weight,'' she thought to herself, as she looked down at her belly as she patted her soft tummy.

All throughout this ride through the Fetish Tunnel from Hell, and whenever the weird images appeared, they were accompanied by weird, creepy lights, that illuminated the images in a sinister, unearthly way.

Next, a fat girl was shown laying on a bed with another man, that resembled Mrs. Bucket's late husband. He fed the overweight blob of a woman, whose butt was so thick, it spread out across the bed, providing soft cushioning for the woman.

After that, they saw a bottom-heavy, pear-shaped fat chick trying to get her pants on, but having difficulty due to her jiggly behind...

Then, there was another morbidly obese woman engaging in long, passionate kisses with both men and women. Both being shown at the same time...

And then another one, a woman parting her legs to make room for another chick, who tongue was sticking out, and moving towards her crotch.

Violet stared at it, seemingly in a frozen state of disgust. Secretly though, she was a bit aroused, which just made her feel even more disgusted. 

The images started appearing faster and faster. The one appearing just a second after the previous dissipated, showing more overweight women doing either sexual acts, or just eating like massive slobs, and being pampered and waited-on by men and women.

Some displayed entire threesomes of a woman holding a fat woman's love handles, while continually thrusting into her plump butt with her strap-on, while the woman was giving a man a blow-job, while the man was fondling her breasts, and sticking his finger into her belly button, and twirling it around in there.

Another was of a woman, who wore handcuffs, was blindfolded, and her entire, bloated body was tied down, with rope binding her breasts, butt, and arms, greatly limiting her movement, with a ballgag in her mouth, where excess drool was running down her mouth.

And one was of a mustached man being squashed underneath a ginormous woman's fat rear, and gripping her sides. Muffled sounds being heard from underneath, as she grinded herself against him, moaning from his touch. 

Milly had finally had enough, and looked behind her, about to shout at Wonka again about ending this nightmare, when, again, she heard everyone suddenly scream about something again!

''UGH ~ What is it-...now!?'' Looking back, she was suddenly confronted with an immediate change in scenery! The tunnel had vanished, disappearing behind them, as they were now in a vast void of space, falling downwards at rapidly increasing speeds! 

''What the-'' Violet, then, exclaimed, as she looked at her hands. ''My skin is turned blue!''

''As have I!'' Scarlet said shortly after.

''And we've turned white! Completely white!'' Veruca freaked, as did Mr. Salt, as they looked down at their hands to find they'd turned pale.

Everyone on the boat had changed color, and were now either black, orange, or green.

Their sudden skin change almost distracted them from the fact that they were plummeting through the air. Then, the all suddenly remembered what was happening. 

''This is the end! We're doomed! Doomed!'' Milly screamed in an overly dramatized tone, as her grip tightened, holding on with all her strength, as they plummeted downwards, with wind blowing in their faces, and through their hair!

''WWWWWWHHHHHHAAAAAHAHHHHHH!'' Wonka suddenly screamed over the group, drowning out their terrified screams.

Milly and Veruca looking behind them, staring at the clearly deranged factory owner, as if expecting her to push one of them off the boat while they were falling.

The drop felt like it would never end, until they landed with a SPLASH back into the chocolate river, and continued onward, as if this nightmare would never end!

However, the speed at which the boat traveled was now much slower, and a lot gentler, like it it had been before they entered this...horrific tunnel of indulgence.

Milly gripped the boat so tightly that her fingers left clawmarks on it, and Veruca kept staring wide-eyed in front of her in case anything else popped up. She was not going to be taken by surprise again, though, for the next couple minutes nothing happened. Everything was calm, quiet, and gentle.

As the boat floated down the river, she released her tight grip, and just sat there in silence, relieved that the worst bit was finally over.

''Whoa, Wonka, that was an amazing ride!'' Charles remarked, sounding pretty giddy about others would consider a nightmare. Mrs. Bucket spoke up, also apparently unaffected ''Can we go again?''

The several of the girls' eyes suddenly went wide in horror and shock. Shock, mostly from hearing the Buckets actually finding that trip anything close to being ''fun'', and not traumatically awful. Milly, Violet, and Scarlet all looked over their shoulders, as they stared at the Buckets with shock in their eyes.

Veruca and Mr. Salt just looked at eat other. Mr. Salt’s rather cheerful expression melted when he caught his wife’s glare. 

''Hey, our skin isn't white anymore,'' Veruca pointed out, looking at her hands, and finding them to be back to their normal selves again.

''Alas, Charles, we cannot-'' everyone immediately sighed at Wonka's response, ''-but there's still plenty left of the river to see, so we might perhaps take that route when we're done at our next stop.'' After hearing her say that, all gasped internally, at the mention of possibly following the rest of this horrifying river.

''Mrs. Wonka, where are we going?'' asked Veruca, attracting Wonka's attention.

''I'm not sure...but I think we'll know soon enough,'' she replied, looking out from behind the women in front of her at something.

Curious about what had her so distracted, they all looked in front of them, just as the small tunnel opened up into a huge chamber, with multiple pillars along the walls, a central structure in the center, that reminded very much of an archway. Multiple large doors aligned the walls, with various names that pertained to cream, like Whipped Cream, Coffee Cream, and Hair Cream.

''What do you use Hair Cream for?'' asked Mrs. Salt, as she turned back towards Wonka. ''I thought this was just a candy factory, I didn't know you sold other products.''

''Oh, no, that's just for me and Oompa Loompas to freshen up,'' she replied, gently touching her hair with a soft giggle.

''But a whole production line for so few people?'' she replied a little confused.

''Well, let's just say that the Oompa Loompas you've seen aren't even a quarter of how many I have employed, and working throughout the factory.''

''Then how many do you have employed? A couple hundred? Two hundred?'' Her brow was raised throughout her continued questioning.

''A thousand.'' Immediately, everyone turned around, staring at her with amazed expressions on their faces.

''A thousand!?''

''Correct, the entire Loompa population was on the brink of extinction, so it makes sense to employ every single one, and help them recover from their brutal slaughtering by those terrible creatures I've told you about,'' Wonka explained.

''Yeah, the Vermicious Knids and Snozzwangers, and those Whangdoodles,'' said Mrs. Bucket

''Exactly, and so I thought it reasonable to save the entire species, rather than just pick and choose who I wanted.''

As Wonka finished explaining for the group, the boat gently bumped against something, that pulled everyone's attention away from Wonka, and towards a dock, that'd seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

''Inventing Room,'' Charles and his mother read, giving each other wary looks. Not knowing what lay behind the giant, circular doors.

''All ashore!'' Wonka instructed.

Instinctively, everyone stood up, and went ashore, as told. As they disembarked, Violet noticed that a line of Oompa Loompas had gathered on the opposite shore. “Hey, what are they doing?” she said as she pointed. In response the crowd of Loompas began laughing uproariously. 

“Oh, don’t mind them” Wonka replied. “The Oompa Loompas are a jolly people. They find many things funny that more dour types don’t.”

“Didn’t seem so jolly when they were singing about the Gloops” responded Scarlet. The Loompas began laughing and pointing at her, and she tensed up. “They sounded pretty sinister, what with turning them into fudge and all.”

“Exactly, dear Miss Scarlet. They love to tease people, but they mean no harm. Don’t take them too seriously.”

The group walked away from the giggling Loompas and approached the large, circular metal door. With a hiss of air it opened for them, and they strode into the Inventing Room. 


As soon as Wilma pushed the large, circular door open, the entire tour group was meet with a cacophony of sounds, emanating from many strange and oddly shaped machines. The whole room was filled with devices and gadgets, each whirring and beeping and shooting off bits of steam.

''Whoa!'' Charles said softly, as he and the others entered the room behind Wilma, noticing all the Oompa Loompas wore silver jumpsuits and work goggles.

The door behind them closed, and Wilma turned around to face her tour group. They all stopped in place, listening to what their guide had to say.

''Now, welcome to the Inventing Room, one of the important rooms within the entire factory. It's here the more experimental candy is created. It's more like a testing room, since most of the candies produced here are not approved to be sold in stores...though, with a few exceptions,'' she explained to the group. As Wonka spoke, she casually rubbed her potbelly, almost unconsciously. Milly just folding her arms across her chest, acting as unimpressed as she'd been throughout this whole tour. 

Violet, Scarlet, Charles and Mrs. Bucket, all headed over towards a large tank with see-through windows aligning the side. Atop the tank was a chrome machine so tall that was impossible to see if it was connected to the ceiling. On the bottom of the device were tubes that shot out variously colored balls into the tank. Oompa Loompas wearing goggles and clad in nothing but tight bikinis that hugged their breasts and butts swam around with flippers inside the tank, picking up the balls as they came shooting down from above.

Violet and Scarlet looked through one window, while Charles and his mother looked through another, watching the Oompa Loompas pick up one ball right after the other.

''Hey, Mrs. Wonka, what's this thing do?'' called Violet, as she looked away from the window.

Walking past them just as she asked that, she exclaimed with a, ''Oh!'' as well as a smile and walked towards a hatch in the tank. She extended her hand, and an Oompa Loompa surfaced and handed her a blue ball. Wilma thanked the Loompa before she dived back underneath the water.

''This is an Everlasting Gobstopper. They're for children who are given very little allowance money. You can suck on it all year, and it'll never get any smaller,'' she chuckled a little excited as she held up the Everlasting Gobstopper in her hand.

''Fantastic invention. Revolutionize the industry. Unfortunately, the mixture isn't quite right yet,'' she explained, as her smile faded a bit. ''An Oompa Loompa tried it yesterday, and well...'' she added as her head slowly turned away from the group, looking towards a chubby person that was approaching them.

Charles eyes widened as he saw, what could almost have passed for a really chubby short woman turned out to be just a very, very fat Oompa Loompa wobbling towards them.

Her arms were so fat that it made her hands look like fleshy cones, sticking out from both sides like the handles of a pump. Little was left to the imagination when one saw her enormously plump and rounded-out breasts. Her ‘bra’ was a series of straps just barely corralling her gargantuan tits, and a small patch of fabric over her nipples. Her belly was an enormous dome that made her look as if she was pregnant with a baby elephant. Her face was a pure ball of fat with thick cheeks and a double chin that reached down to the triangular cut-out. Her hair was done-up like a ponytaill, and hung down behind her, just barely reaching the top of her swollen backside. Every step taken, her blubber-rich thighs pressed against each other, making her feel how soft they felt with every step taken, though, of course, each step required alotta of energy on her part.
 
She wore nothing, save for a bikini buried under her rolls and a pair of work boots.

Everyone, except Wilma and the Oompa Loompas, shot this particular Loompa shocked looks as they saw her.

''-it's still a little too fattening. A few more tests are needed,'' she finished. ''How are you today?'' she asked the Oompa Loompa.

The Oompa Loompa just smiled, and raised two pudgy thumbs.

''You look great!'' added Wonka, smiling weakly.

Scarlet and Violet had been glaring at the Loompa with growing disgust, and Violet was the first to break. “She does NOT look great! She looks like a blob, she’s disgusting. Why didn’t you cover her up with, like, a bedsheet or something? Anything to keep her from exposing us to her hideous, fat, fucking disgusting body!”

Violet stopped, suddenly realizing just what she was saying and clamping her mouth shut in embarrassment. 

“Actually, the reason I’m ‘exposed’ like this is because the Wonkasuction machine is being repaired. I’ll be right as rain in a few hours” the obese Oompa Loompa said. She was glaring at Violet not with rage or hurt, but with a look of very smug satisfaction. 

Violet began stammering, a wave of emotions washing through her. She had made a fool of herself alright, and been shown up by that fat bitch. She was flush with rage. And yet, it was her fault, a small part of her knew. She had insulted the poor woman, who really didn’t deserve it, and she should be remorseful and try to make amends. But she wouldn’t let herself admit that, not in public, not to herself. For a few second she stood there, furiously chewing her gum, fuming and trying to come up with a retort.

Scarlet, realizing that her girlfriend was in trouble, jumped it. “So, uh, this Wonkasuction, is that like a liposuction machine or something?”

“Oh, even better” Wonka piped in, grateful to pivot away from the awkward incident. “Wonkasuction can siphon off hundreds of pounds at once, make a person as thin as they want to be! All accomplished by a simple, well relatively, energy beam. I developed it in anticipation of these kinds of industrial accidents happening.”

“What do you do with the fat the machine beams out” piped up Mr. Salt. 

“Oh, it’s the main ingredient of Wonka chewing gum.”

At this, Violet let out a horrible gagging sound and began coughing. A wad of faded pink bubblegum flew out from her mouth, splatting on the tile floor. 

“Oh I was only kidding” Wonka said, looking disdainfully at the sticky mass now stuck to her floor. 

While this had been happening, Carmen had wandered away from the group. Her attention was caught by a metal table with a large, metal bowl on it. Above the bowl was a chute, which ran to a great silver machine covered with blinking lights. The machine made a loud hiss, a pink object fell out of the bowl with a clatter. It looked like two pink gumballs had been stuck together. A small sign stood next to the bowl, which said ‘Eat Me’.

Without thinking Carmen reached her hand out, picked up the candy with her white-painted nails, and popped it into her mouth. It was bubble gum, and Carmen gave it a few chews. It seemed to be ordinary bubble gum. “Huh, it’s just gum. I wonder wha-”

Suddenly Carmen registered that her bust had become uncomfortably tight. She looked down, and let out a short cry. Her already sizable breasts were rapidly swelling up! She quickly unbuttoned her shirt as her bra stretched and strained against her inflating boobs. The others came running, and Milly ran up and unhooked her friends bra. It was flung to the ground as Carmen’s breasts flopped out. They were huge, but surprisingly firm, like two golden-colored basketballs. She blinked in confusion, and slowly grabbed at them. Mrs. Salt was glaring at her in envy. 

“Ah, I see you’ve found my Booblegum.”

“Booble gum?” said Mrs. Bucket.

“Yes, Booblegum. Gum that grows your breasts as you chew.”

“But who would want that?” piped up Violet, confused. She was disappointed that this would not be a suitable replacement for her recently lost chewing gum. 

“Pranksters, couples looking to spice things up in the bedroom. But the timing never really worked out, the effect was always too short. See, look.”

Wonka pointed to Carmen, whose breasts were slowly deflating back to normal. Or, close to normal. It seems that some of the extra pudding was distributing itself across Carmen’s body, causing her Daisy Dukes to rise up a bit more and her belly to hang a little bit lower. 

“Oh, oh my” said Carmen. She was ultimately more amused by the situation than embarrassed. After all, plenty of people had seen her tits. “You know Wonka, I could use some more of that stuff. Sometimes I get some pretty weird requests.”

Milly rolled her eyes as she helped her friend get her bra back on. “Well, I’m sure I’d raking in millions of stream views if I had tits like that.” she said. It was only partially in jest. 

Violet huffed. “Miss Wonka, is there any gum in here that won’t deform me?”

Wonka put her right hand to her chin, resting her other arm on her paunch. “Well, not exactly...”

Suddenly she gave a short burst of excitement “OH!”. Everyone jumped at the sound, and looked at Wonka. 

“I DO have an exclusive peek at one of my upcoming, soon-to-be released gum. A truly revolutionary one, one that will change gum-chewing as we know it.”

Both Violet and Scarlet looked inquisitively at Wonka. “Where? Show us!” they said in unison. 

Wonka twirled around and without a word strode across the room at a brisk pace. The tour group hurried after her, as she weaved through complex machinery, hissing clouds of steam, and tables of lab equipment manned by Oompa Loompas. The group rounded a vast chrome tank and came upon a massive machine. A great metal dome, with tubes and wires connected into it at odd intervals. The top had a great hatch, into which Oompa Loompas were throwing wheelbarrows of raw beef, potato, tomatoes, milk, sugar, blueberries, and flour. Wonka turned to face the group, bowed, and waved her arms, as if to introduce the colossal contraption. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce the future of gum chewing. FIRE IT UP!”

The Oompa Loompas on the top of the machine tossed in the last of their ingredients and closed the hatch. They vaulted over the guardrails and slide down the side of the machine. They grabbed onto the tubes and wires, scampering down them like squirrels. Reaching the ground, the furiously ran about the control console of the machine, a great bank of switches and monitors and dials and beeping, blinking lights. 

“See, I was thinking late one night about how to get new tricks out of old candy. And then I thought of chewing gum, which is a nasty, pointless habit. And so I though, ‘why don’t I make gum chewing useful?’” Wonka lectured, seemingly oblivious to the hustle and bustle behind her.

A Loompa flipped a massive switch on the side of the machine. The lights on the console began to blink furiously, as gauges jumped and vacuum tubes powered on. A massive groan shook the room, as if some monstrous behemoth had been awakened. The tubes connected to the great dome began to shake as fluid moved through them. A great, pounding rumble emanated from the dome, as though massive pistons where being moved within. 

“And so, I thought and realized that by usin-”

A loud, frantic alarm began emitting from the console, drowning out Wonka’s words. She continued to talk as if nothing was happening, as a cacophony of sirens and alarms went up. Sparks flew from the control panels as emergency lights draped the room in a hellish red glow. The great dome began to thud and bang, as jets of steam shot out from the failing rivets. 

“OH GOD IT’S GOING TO BLOW!” screeched Veruca, as she clutched Mr. Salt tighter (and put him between her and the potentially explosive machine). 

“NOW NOW DARLING, I’M SURE MISS WONKA KNOWS WHAT SHE’S DOING” Mr. Salt said in a clearly panicked voice. He was currently wishing that the Gloops were still around, since they seemed like they could absorb a lot of shrapnel. 

“YIPPIE” screamed Milly, jumping up and down in excitement, causing her swollen belly to bounce up and down hypnotically. She had seen plenty of internet videos of industrial accidents, and was eager to see one in real life. 

And then, like a switch had been flipped, the bellow of alarms and grinding of machinery stopped. A soft *Ding* rang out, as a metal chute extended from the machine and deposited several sticks of pink gum in a chrome tray. 

“...and with that key breakthrough, I created Dining Gum!” Wonka said, wrapping up her speech. 

Milly let out a soft little “Awwwww” as she realize she wasn’t going to see something explode. 

As the group came to their senses, Violet was the next to speak. “Dining gum? Like, gum you chew during a meal?”

“No, my dear Miss Violet Beauregard. Dining gum is gum you chew instead of a meal! Each stick of gum is a three course meal perfectly balanced for nutrition.”

Violet blinked. “So, it’s a meal replacer?”

“In gum format” replied Wonka.

“What happens if you have multiple?” asked Scarlet. She was now very interested in the gum. 

“Nothing! Each stick knows how many calories you need and adjusts accordingly. You could chew a whole pack of this dinning gum and not gain a single pound!” Wonka said rather proudly. 

“What, does it have microelectronics or something it it?” said Milly.

“Oh no, it’s just gum. I explained the process completely while the machine was running. Weren’t you listening?” responded Wonka. 

Milly was about to protest when Violet interrupted. “So, this Dining Gum, what’s it taste like?”

“Oh, this one? This contains a dinner of tomato soup, roast beef with potatoes, and blueberry pie. I still have two isssues to wor-”

“Hey Miss Wonka, give me the gum!” Violet interjected. 

Wonka blinked in surprise. “Well, see Miss Violet Beauregard, I can’t. There are still issues to be worked out before human tests can begin.”

“Wait, human testing? You mean that nobody has chewed this gum before?” responded Violet. 

“No, I’ve only tested it on-HEY!” 

While Wonka was speaking, Violet snatched away a handful of gum from her and popped a stick in her mouth. “I’m going to be the first person to ever chew Dining Gum!” she exclaimed. 

Scarlet jumped up and down in joy. “That’s my Violet! Toss me a piece!”

Violet pitched a stick of gum through the air. It sailed over Wonka’s head, and into Scarlet’s waiting mouth. 

Wonka just sighed and stepped back. “Well, there’s no stopping some people I guess.” she muttered. 

As Violet and Scarlet chewed, they were struck by how tasteless the gum was. But after about 10 seconds of chewing…

“Hey, Wonka, you were right! Tomato soup!” Violet exclaimed.

“Oh my, it’s so creamy” said Scarlet. 

Each chew squeezed out rich, creamy, perfectly hot tomato soup from the wad of gum. They both chewed eagerly, feeling the soup drizzle down their throats. Violet moaned a little. It had been a long, long time since she had eaten anything this good. Her normal diet had no room for these kinds of luxuries, consisting mostly of raw vegetables and protein powder. 

Scarlet, of course, had more experience with such rich food. Just last week she had snuck out behind Violet’s back and binged on burgers and fries (a habit that was becoming increasingly common for the washed-up athlete). Still, the tomato soup was one of the best tasting things she had ever had. 

“Oh my God Wonka, this is delicious!” Scarlet moaned. 

“Yes, and you should stop chewing it now!” responded Wilma, clearly annoyed. 

The others were watching Violet and Scarlet’s bodies. As they chewed, they seemed to be slowly transforming. Their tracksuits were becoming even more tighter fitting. A flabby, bronze-colored belly was peeking out from under Scarlet’s shirt. The two women took no notice of this, as they were two preoccupied with the next course. 

“Oh man, roast beef!” exclaimed Violet. 

“With potatoes!” replied Scarlet. 

They chewed on, their mouths seeming to fill with savory roast beef and fluffy mashed potatoes. They gulped down mouthfuls of the stuff with gusto. Each gulp seemed to grow the pairs waistlines. 

“I would really advise both of you to spit out the gum before…”

“Blueberry pie!” shouted Violet. 

“Before that…” groaned Wonka. 

Violet and Scarlet chewed on, their mouths filling with the most juicy, sugary, heavenly blueberry pie imaginable. They were lost in their own haze of chewing and consumption when Charles spoke up. “Miss Wonka, what’s that on Violet’s nose?”

Scarlet paused, and glanced over at her girlfriend. A large, purple-blue blotch had broken out on her nose, and was spreading.

“Violet, you’re turning Violet!” she said, suddenly worried. 

Violet touched her nose, and then glanced at her hand. It was rapidly becoming blue! “Wonka, wha-what is this?” she said.

“That is one of the two major side effects of Dining Gum that I have yet to work out. It always happens with the blueberries. A side effect of the Zaldusky-Harbin Process I believe. It results in the transmogrification of the subject’s corpus into an oversized fruit of Vaccinium caesariense”

“Uh, in English” said Carmen, clearly lost. 

“She’s blowing up into a blueberry” responded Milly. 

Sure enough, Violet’s body was clearly swelling rapidly. Her thin arms started to buldge outwards, the muscles being enveloped by fat and juice. The blue coloration spread across her body, turning her violet from head to toe. She clutched her midsection, as she felt her guts become tingly. 

“I feel funny!” she said, as her belly suddenly ballooned outwards, ripping apart the zipper on her trackshirt. It wobbled out in front of her, her toned abs buried under fat.

Scarlet looked at her girlfriend and back to Wonka. “Wonka, DO SOMETHING! PLEASE, HELP HER!” 

Wonka just sighed again. “I warned her. Nothing I can do now.”

“I-urgh” Scarlet said. She clutched at her stomach, suddenly feeling incredibly, sickeningly full. It felt like she had eaten an entire Thanksgiving dinner, turkey and all. Waves of pain shot through her gut. She tried to massage it, and suddenly realize that it was growing bigger. “Wha, WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME” Scarlet cried. 

“Oh, that’s just the other potential side effect of Dining Gum. See, sometimes the calorie-negating effect does the opposite, and the chewer ends up getting a staggeringly massive amount of calories flooded into their system at once. Simply put…” she glanced at Carmen, and then back to Scarlet “it means that you are about to get fat, fat, fat!”

“Oh, oh NOOOOOO!” screamed Scarlet, as her belly heaved outwards. It ripped apart her trackshirt, flopping out like a great bronzed beachball, sloshing and churning. Scarlet’s sweatpants began to stretch as her ass swelled up into two jiggling basketballs. The ‘Sexy’ rhinestones on the back stretched further and further apart. 

Meanwhile, Violet’s transformation was ramping up. She stumbled a bit as her ass swelled, ripping apart her ‘Juicy’ sweatpants. With a flop, one cheek sunk towards the ground, followed by the other. They ripped with juicy, soft flab. She was growing rounder and rounder by the second, as well as taller. She seemed to be expanding in all directions, bloating up into an immense ball. “Oh no oh no oh no” she groaned. The transformation wasn’t painful, but it made her body tingle and slosh. She felt as though her body was filling with liquid.

With a cry, Scarlet topped over, landing on the now-medicine-ball sized sphere of stuffed belly. As her belly continued growing, so did her tits, swelling up even more than Carmen’s had. Two firm, jiggly balls that dangled down. And she was still growing. Bigger and bigger her stomach swelled, Scarlet splayed out on top of it. She almost seemed like a vestigial part of her round belly. Her butt bulged out once more, and her pants tore apart, sending rhinestones flying everywhere.  The rest of her body (aside from her tits and ass) seemed to be unaffected. Her face, arms, and legs were still their slightly plump regular selves, as if a thin woman had been stuck to an immense, spherical belly. She frantically ran her arms across the massive, gurgling expanse of fat, as of hoping to hold back her expansion. 

Violet was now as round as a ball. Her legs and arms were but dimples in her enormously bloated frame. She frantically shook them, sending waves across her juicy body. “Wonka, PLEASE, help me!” she cried, blue tears trickling down her face. 

“Oh no no no no no” Scarlet moaned. Her belly was now at least 10 feet around, a bloated orb that groaned oddly. Scarlet was so ashamed, so humiliated, so embarrassed. And, secretly, she was getting aroused. Oh god, I’m, I’m, I’m fat. I’m so fucking fat. I’m disgusting, a disgusting fucking pig. I should be ashamed, I’ve ruined my perfect fucking body. Absolute ruination, I’ll never be fit again. People will laugh, they’ll roll me onto fucking talk shows. See the professional athlete turned immobile blob. 

She was completely lost in her own self-pity and arousal that she seemed oblivious to the world. Both her and Violet had stopped swelling for now, but now groaned oddly, their insides churning and sloshing. 

Violet wiggled her arms in anger. “Wonka, set me right this instant! You gave me defective gum! You ruined my figure! Do you know how much money is tied up in this tight body of mine! I’ll, I’ll sue you!”

“Sue me? What, because you ignored my advice and grabbed away an experimental piece of gum that I told you not to take?” Wonka responded coldly. 

Violet sputtered in anger, looking for a response. “Well, well, well how am I supposed to compete now that I’m a blueberry!”

“You could enter a county fair” suggested Veruca, her icy voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“I...I’ll roll over you, you skinny bitch!” Violet yelled in rage, as she attempted to rock back and forth. She only succeeded in making her massive frame jiggle. 

“I wouldn’t roll anywhere except to the Juicing Room.” said Wonka, absentmindedly rubbing her own stomach. 

“J-jucing room?” said both Violet and Scarlet in unison. 

Wonka ignored them and pulled a small whistle from her waistcoat pocket and played a little tune. A trio of Oompa Loompas appeared, waiting for her command. 

“Now, I want you all to roll dear Miss Violet Beauregard to the Juicing Room, ASAP”.

“What’s the Juicing Room?” said Violet, suddenly afraid.  

“If you don’t juice the poor girl straight away she’s get overripe and explode” continued Wonka, speaking to the Oompa Loompas. 

“EXPLODE!” screamed Violet. “I can’t explode, I have a triathlon in a month that I need to train for! And after that I have a karate championship in-HEY!”

A large group of Oompa Loompas leaped down from the catwalks onto Violet’s massive body. Another group crowded around her base, and began to push. 

“What about me!” said Scarlet, furiously wiggling her arms from atop her bloated, spherical belly. 

“Ah yes, the other elephant in the room. Roll Miss Scarlet to the Wonkasuction room and get her down to a more mobile size.” said Wonka to the Oompa Loompas. “It’ll be a few hours wait, so make sure Miss Scarlet is comfortable.” Another group positioned themselves around Scarlet’s groaning gut and began to roll her away. 

The two enormous athletes were rolled across the room, the Oompa Loompas gleefully preforming acrobatic feats on their swollen frames. And as they leaped and pushed and rolled, they began to sing. 

Listen close,
Listen hard!
To the fate of Violet Beauregard.
This dreadful girl, she sees no wrong,
In chewing chewing all day long!
Chewing chewing all day long!
Chewing chewing all day long!
Chewing chewing chewing all day long!

It recalls a tale of woe,
The story of Miss Bigalow. 
A chewing addict so obsessed,
She never gave her jaws a rest.
All day long she chewed her gum.
Like some disgusting little bum!
Chewing chewing all day long!
Chewing chewing all day long!
Chewing chewing chewing all day long!

She goes on chewing til at last,
Her chewing muscles grow so vast,
and from her face her giant chin,
Sticks out just like a violin! 
Chewing chewing all day long!
Chewing chewing all day long!
Chewing chewing chewing all day long!

For years and year she chewed away!
He jaws get stronger every day!
Until one last tremendous chew,
Bit the poor girls tongue in two!
And that is why we’ll try so hard,
To save Miss Violet Beauregard!

Chewing chewing all day long!
Chewing chewing all day long!
Chewing chewing chewing all day long!

At the last line, Violet was rolled into the door to the chocolate river. As the Loompas rolled her through the door, they stopped. Violet was just a bit two wide to make it through. “Hey Boss, we’re stuck!” cried one Oompa Loompa. 

“Here, let us try” said the Loompas on Scarlet, and they began to roll the woman faster. 

“Wait, what are you do-” screamed Scarlet, before her face was slammed headfirst into her girlfriend. The Loompas were trying to use her obese ball of a body as a battering ram. 

Scarlet was pushed deep into Violet’s juicy body. Her face sunk into Violet’s bloated belly, her girlfriends fat completely burying her. For a moment, she forgot about her predicament, feeling the soft, warm dough on her face. Truth be told, she found that she enjoyed it. She briefly imagined her and Violet retaining some of their new fat. Laying together in bed, feeling each others soft, plump bodies.

Then, the force of the collision rebounded through Violet’s juice filled body, forcing Scarlet back. The overstuffed Miss Scarlet rolled backwards, screaming hysterically. The Loompas scrambled to regain control of her as she moaned and waved her arms ineffectually.

Again, the Loompas rolled Scarlet into Violet’s spherical body. Scarlet felt her belly collide with her girlfriend’s, and she felt her overfull stomach be pushed and compressed. The two fatties sloshed together, and then Scarlet rolled back once more. She let out a pained burp, and clutched at her gut. She felt like she was about to throw up. “S-stop it! I’m going to URP pop!” Her gut groaned ominously as it sloshed back and forth, upset at being manhandled. 

Seeing as how this battering ram attempt wasn't working, the Oompa Loompas began to gather around the blocked door, trying to come up with a new plan. 

“Darn, she’s stuck in there tight!” said one Oompa Loompa, as she crossed her arms and looked up and down at Violet. 

“Yeah, she’s too fat to get through the door!” another cried, poking at Violet’s belly. Violet moaned sadly at this new embarrassment. 

“I’ve got it” came a voice from the catwalk. It was the obese Oompa Loompa from earlier. She held tight to a cable and swung down, like a pendulum. 

Violet screamed as the fat Loompa swung towards her bloated midsection. The Loompa slammed into her, and with a soft pop Violet was forced through the door and into the Chocolate River. Several Loompas scrambled to jump on top of her before the current carried her off. 

Scarlet was rolled through the door after her girlfriend, just barely squeezing through. The spherical woman was dumped rudely into the chocolate river and was swiftly swept from view, a line of Oompa Loompas still balanced on top of her. Scarlet and Violet’s screams and demands faded from earshot as the two obese athletes were carried off. 

The collected group could only stare in disbelief at what they had just witnessed. Wonka gave a short little cough and grabbed their attention. 

“Now, no need to worry, I’m sure Miss Violet and Miss Scarlet will be back to their normal, terrible old selves by the end of the tour. Of course, I’ll have to adjust the tour a bit, now that there’s traffic in the chocolate river. But I have just the solution!”

Wonka motioned to the rest and walked towards a smaller door, opposite the main entrance to the Inventing Room. The group lingered for a moment, and then hurried to keep pace. 

	The small door led into a white-painted tunnel, which sloped and curved and weaved. As they walked down the path, Charles was the first to speak. 

	“Miss Wonka, are Violet and Scarlet going to be all right?”

“Of course they will Charles. I can give you the Wonka Guarantee that both of them will live.”

“Will live?” piped up Veruca. “So, they’re not going to be ‘all right’?”

“I told you, Violet and Scarlet will both be back to their original selves. I’m perfectly confident in the Oompa Loompas ability to pilot them down the chocolate rapids, through the Peppermint Mines, and through the Pingumball Machine into the Juicing Room with the next, oh, 27 minutes and 14 seconds.”

Nobody seemed to be assured by Wonka’s answer. 

Mrs. Salt motioned to her husband, and the pair slowly drifted towards the back of the group. 

“This Wonka is testing me.” Veruca whispered at Mr. Salt. “This whole thing is a test for the secret prize. A river of chocolate for an obese pig, a dangerous gum machine for a competitive chewer. I’ll bet this Wonka has set up traps for each and every one of us.”

“Veruca, I’m sure you’re right. Be wary” Mr. Salt whispered back. Before the pair could continue, the party had come to a set of thick, metal doors. Wonka threw them open, revealing a spacious garage.

 The walls were made of brick, and lined with tools and equipment. Oompa Loompas ran about, servicing a fleet of trucks and carts. In the middle of the room was a purple touring limousine, the cab open to the air. It had three rows of couch-like seats, deep-set with dark red leather. Instead of a conventional front seat, it had a raised metal dais made of steel beams. The chair had a steering wheel, dashboard, and pedals, like the drivers seat of a car. The hood was off, revealing a great chrome engine. Tubes and pipes wound around it, and it let out little puffs of steam and bubbles. 

	Wonka put on a pair of driving goggles and hopped into the cockpit. The rest of the guests got into the automobile. The Buckets grabbed the first seat, right up next to Wonka. Milly and Carmen grabbed the seat behind them, and the Salts piled in last. 

	Wonka took a glass bottle of WonkaCola and inserted the narrow neck into a slot on the dashboard. The was a sharp hiss, and the brown, bubbly liquid began to drain down a pipe into the engine.

	The chocolateer smiled and adjusted a microphone on the dashboard. “This is my patented Carbonation Engine. Observe the power generated by combining WonkaCola and WonkaFizzyrocks!” she shouted. 

	With that, she poured a packet of Fizzyrocks into a slot on the dashboard. The great chrome engine began to thud and churn and bang until there was one great groan and a stream of bubbles began to pour from the exhaust. The limo began to chug along at a slow pace. 

	Wonka drove the limo out of the garage and down a brick tunnel, continuing her speech as the limo crawled along. 

	“This is the Wonkamobile, which I used when it’s necessary to take parties around the factory.”

	“Get many visitors?” yelled Milly.

	Wonka ignored her and focused on slowly navigating the tunnel. 

	“Hello, can you hear me?” continued Milly. 

	Wonka remained silent. 

	“Can you at least make this fucking thing go faster!” Milly yelled, enraged. 

	“Hey, please don’t curse! It’s a habit as dirty as chewing gum!”

	“Oh, so you hear me now!” responded Milly. 

	“Yes, I can.” respond Wonka.

	“Yes I can what?” sneered Milly.
	
	“Yes, I can make this thing go faster!” said Wonka, as she thrust a WonkaWarhead into a pipe on the dashboard. The engine gave a great rumble, and the limo began to accelerate at an alarming pace. Flames shot out of the exhaust as Wonka gleefully swerved the vehicle through the tunnel. 

	They exited the brick tunnel, into a great stone cavern through which ran a great highway. Vehicles of every type drove down it: small motorcarts, trucks, great tankers. All driven by Oompa Loompas. 

	Mrs. Salt screamed like a maniac as Wonka swerved to merge onto the chthonian road. The limo had no seat belts, and she slipped across the deep leather seat and flopped onto Mr. Salt.

	“MRPH” he yelped, his face planted firmly between her luscious, chocolate breasts. 

	“Ooo, WONKA YOU BIIITCH” Mrs. Salt screamed, as she flailed her doughy legs about helplessly. 

	“WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE” yelled Milly, as she and Carmen slid across their seats, bumping into each other. 

Oh my gosh I’m so jiggly! thought Milly. She was, for the first time, truly comprehending how fat she had gotten on this tour. Her small, doughy belly was now a sizable potbelly, which bounced up and down as the limo swerved. Her breasts had grown significantly, and wobbled back and forth. Milly imagined how many views they’d draw in and giggled. She had never really been skinny. From a young age she had lived a mostly sedentary lifestyle, parked on her soft butt in front of a screen. This, along with an abundant supply of junk food, had given her a rather pudgy figure. Not that it was any impediment to becoming a successful game vlogger. In fact, a lot of people seemed to like her figure.

	Milly giggled as she slid into the car door. Shit, those pervs will be thrilled about this she though. Well, at least this will get her more donations. 

	Wonka swerved the limo violently to overtake a tanker truck hauling a massive glass bottle of milk. Milly began to slide left, toward Carmen. 

	She didn’t mind being fat, all things considered. She was certainly enjoying jiggling her fluffy new body. And her tits were growing, which would bring in a ton of views. Besides, she’d never paid much attention to looks, outside of looking presentable on stream.

	Milly slammed into Carmen, sending waves jiggling across both women’s bodies. Carmen yelped as her gut bounced like a bowl of jello. “Oh man, I’m fat again” she sighed. She had been this big before, back when she had a gig with a wealthy but peculiar client. Well, maybe I’ll just keep the weight this time she thought to herself.  

	Her train of thought was broken when the great tunnel emptied into an even vaster cavern. It was it as if it was day, and the air was hot and moist. The cavern was filled with an immense jungle! Chubby Oompa Loompas on great mechanical stilts walked about, collecting brown pods. 

	“This is the Cocoa Jungle” announced Wonka, seemingly oblivious to her passengers plight. Below her Charles and Mrs. Bucket clung to the frame of the dais. Mrs. Buckets belly wobbled with every swerve of the car. “It’s here where I raise cocoa beans, from which all chocolate is made. This cavern runs several miles in length. 

	The passengers slowly righted themselves as Wonka’s driving became steadier. They looked around in awe at the great green forest, miles below the surface. 

	Soon the highway entered another tunnel, made of red brick. It quickly emptied into a large, well-lit cavern, in which great terraced buildings made from stone rose up on hills. The guests looked around at the town. They could see Oompa Loompas running about, gardening, playing, and tending stores. Wonka drove through the towns roads, as Oompa Loomps flocked out to watch the limo. They threw down confetti and ticker tape. Slowly but surely they began to sing.

Five guests entered today,
But it seems that two have gone astray. 
Augusta Gloop, that mound of meat,
Now truly is what she eats!

And Mrs. Gloop, so grossly fat,
has tumbled into the mixing vat!
Those two greedy balls of pudge,
Are destined to be boiled to fudge!

And as for Violet and Miss Scarlet, 
Theres little hope for these harlots!
I’m afraid it’s hard to stop,
a juicy blueberry about to pop!

And as to Miss Scarlet’s fate,
It’s already far to late,
I’m afraid that it’s her end,
To never ever be thin again.

That is these guest’s fate,
So what new trials do await?
Danger awaits, close and far,
For the guests now in the car!

Queen Veruca Salt, the Spoiled Queen!
Greedy, grasping, and oh so mean!

And Charles Bucket, the gutter trash!
Ready to stab you for some cash. 
Cause you never can trust the poor,
Such rude, crude, ignorant boors!

But the biggest ulcer on this ride,
So rude and snotty and always snide!
Miss Know-It-All, Miss Already Seen
Should take care to look up from her screen!

“But I don’t even have my Vita!” protested Milly. 

We talk of course, about the
braindead, 
obnoxious, 
lazy,
desensitized 
snotty
know-it-all
girl named Milly TV 

With that, the Ooompa Loompas all bowed and began giggling uncontrollably. 

Needless to say, this did not make anyone more conformable. 
As the limo entered another, smaller tunnel, Carmen was the first to speak up.

“So, like, does that mean we’re, like, being tested or something?”

Milly interjected. “No you idiot, it means that I’m being tested. Oh, and him and her.” Milly gestured to Charles and Veruca. 

Veruca smirked. Yes, she had been right. And it looked like the next to be tested was Milly TV. Too bad she thought. She had taken a liking to the girl. Hell, if she survives whatever Wonka throws at her I’ll hire her. 

What Veruca really didn’t want was Charles to win. It was puerile, trite, and idiotic. What sane businesswoman would grant such a great, mysterious prize to some little guttersnipe. He shouldn’t even been here. 

Wonka pulled up to a small parking lot on the side of the tunnel. A large hallway carved in the stone lay beyond the lot. The guests tumbled out of the limo, regaining their composure. Wonka leaped from the cockpit and landed on the ground, her potbelly jiggling. In fact, it jiggled so violently that one of the buttons on her waistcoat popped, exposing a glimpse of soft, pudgy belly. 

“This way people” she cried, as she skipped down the tunnel. The guests cautiously followed her. As they walked down the tunnel, they came upon a great metal door. 

	The large, golden-colored door read ‘Jubilbee Room’.

	 Carmen looked at it nervously. “Uh, Miss Wonka, I’m allergic to bees”

	“Then you have nothing to worry about. These are Jubilbees, specially bred to be as harmless as a rabbit, and much more useful. They don’t even have stingers!”

	With that, Wonka kicked open the door so swiftly that the whole group jumped back with a start. A roaring drone filled their ears as they cautiously entered the room. 

	It was an immense space, the ceiling lost in a shifting, yellow haze that seemed to shift and flow at random. Massive towers stretched from the ground into the hazy sky. Looking closer, Charles realized that the towers were spires of honeycombs, and that the ‘haze’ was millions upon millions of bees. He could see a group swarm around a honeycomb, carefully sliding it out of the tower and lowering it to the ground. 

	It was the size of a barrel, and filled with a rich, molasses-like goo. The jubilbees then bounced across the top of it, tapping it like a melon. Seemingly satisfied, the swarm delicately brought the comb over to the group. 

	Wonka carefully peeled back the seal, and took a taste. Nodding, she beckoned the others over. Charles reached out a finger and took a swipe of the brown, translucent goo. Popping it into his mouth, his eyes lit up. It tasted like brown sugar, or molasses, but with distinct notes of caramel. The rest of the group also seemed to find it tasty. 

	“Mmph, Miss Wonka, what, er, what is this?” Mr. Salt said.

	“You mean what you’re eating? Well this is a blend of brown sugar and caramel-tree nectar, made into Wonka Caralasses, for filling various chocolates and pastries. If you meant this room, this is the Jubilbee Room, as it said on the sign.”

	“And what exactly happens in this room” said Carmen.

	“Well my dear Carmen, this is the room where the jubilbees blend various sweets together into all the gooey, sticky, creamy fillings needed to make other sweets. See those pipes…”

	Wonka motioned to the small pipes which jutted irregularly from the walls.

	“They lead to other rooms in the factory. The Chocolate Room, Fudge Mountain, the Sucrose Sea. And the jubilbees go to each room, and gather bits of confection and flavor from each. They they bring them back and combine them in those combs...” Wonka pointed her cane at the spires “...and they get mixed together into new blends.”

	“So, like, how do they know the recipes and such? Do you have, like, a bee cooking school” Carmen chuckled at her own joke.

	“Of course not” Wonka responded. “I couldn’t restrain the jubilbees natural talents with recipes. They act on instinct, and the instinctively know what flavors go with what. Er, most of the time. See that…”

	Wonka pointed to another comb that was being lowered to the ground. Once again, the jubilbees bounced off it. But instead of bringing it over to the group, the swarm hefted the comb into the air and carried it over to a large opening in the wall. Above it was a sign, with the word “Hive Garbage Dump” on it. 
	Below the words was a string of pictures of jubilbees making different poses. The swarm shoved the comb down the circular hole, and then flew back to Wonka. A small group flew up to the candywoman’s face and began to dance in spectacular patterns. Wonka just nodded her head, before turning to the group. “...That comb, for example was a rather unpleasant blend of spearmint and coffee.”

	The group just looked at Wonka. Milly was the first to speak up. “Wait, Miss Wonka, did you...talk to those bees?” 

	“No I did not. You didn’t hear me talk, did you?” Wonka snapped. Milly glared at her in poorly-hidden rage. “I communicated with them, with the power of my invention, Royal Jubilbee Jelly!” With that, Wonka produced a glass vial of a deep purple liquid. It looked thick and syrupy, and Wonka gave it a twirl. 

	The group looked at it in confusion. “You control them with that?” said Mrs. Salt.

	“Yes, with Royal Jelly. I take a spoonful every morning with my tea. You see my dear Veruca, Royal Jelly gives the human and oompa brain the ability to produce jubilbee brainwaves, along with jubilbee pheromones. Jubilbees are industrious and clever little creatures, but they’re not very good at independent thought. That’s why I and some of the Oompa Loompas drink royal jelly, so we can direct the jubilbees.”

	With a nod of her head, Wonka sent a swarm of bees over the group. They completely enveloped her, covering her from head to toe in bees, and she began to rise off the floor. The bees were carrying her in the air! 
	
	Wonka floated a good ten feet off the ground in her bee cocoon. Then, with and explosive burst, the bees flew off (save for a thick cloud around her legs), and spelled out ‘Wilma Wonka, the World’s Greatest Chocolateer’ with their bodies. 
	
	Wonka was slowly lowered to the ground, as everyone stood staring in amazement. Well, almost everyone. Veruca Salt had a very odd expression on her face. 

	“So, Miss Wonka, you say these bees follow your every order?”

	“As long as I’ve had Royal Jelly.”

	“And they’re...bees. They just work and work endlessly?”

	“Yes. That’s why we have an expression, as busy as a bee.”

	Mrs. Salt flashed a cold smile that made the hairs on the back of Wonka’s neck stand up. Mr. Salt immediately felt his stomach clench up. This was Veruca’s ‘business face’. 

	“How much.”

	Wonka blinked, taken aback. “How much what?”

	“How much to buy a hive of these jubilbees and some royal jelly?”

	Wonka, for the first time on the tour, actually seemed to be shocked. “My dear Mrs. Salt, the jubilbees are not for sale!”

	“Oh come now Wonka, we’re both business woman. You have a real prize-winning invention here! These jubilbees, now I could automate my, er, my husband’s entire factory with these! Have them shelling peanuts day and night, and never hear a single complaint! This is revolutionary Wonka, revolutionary! So, how much?”

	Wonka stared at the woman, before simply saying “The jubilbees are not for sale.”

	Mrs. Salt huffed in anger. “Okay then, for lease. Licensing? This is a billion-dollar deal Wonka, if you’d just let others have these wonderful bees.”

	“But I won’t, and that’s my final answer Mrs. Salt” Wonka said, her voice now perceptibly angry. 

	Veruca Salt huffed in rage and stamped her foot, sending a ripple through her round behind. “Well, well, well why not?” Her voice was no longer cool and calm, but whiny and demanding. “Are they dangerous for some reason?”

	“No, my jubilbees are 100% harmless”
	“Well, then do they need special care? Because rest assured, I will make sure that those bees are…”

	“They require the same amount of care that your everyday bees require.”

	“Well, then do you need special training or some kind of surgery or…”

	“Nothing of the sort Mrs. Salt. Anyone could take a swig of Royal Jelly and control the jubilbees for a bit, but truly becoming a Queen Bee to them requires the person to be truly special. A true exemplar apart from the rest. Only a select few can really become their…”

	“...Their Mistresss? Oh just you wait!” cried Veruca as she swiped the bottle from Wonka’s hand and chugged it down. Wonka slowly curled her fingers and took a step back. “..their friend” she replied, although Veruca didn’t hear her. 

	Veruca felt the warm, syrupy liquid ooze down her throat. It tingled, slowly spreading to every inch of her body. She felt lighter, giddier, as she looked to a swarm of jubilbees. Responding near-instantaneously to her thoughts, the bees swarmed about her ample waist. They swarmed about Veruca as she directed their movements, back and forth. Then with a wicked grin, she made the swarm together into a ‘seat’. She plopped her bouncing booty on top of it, and it lifted her into the air. 

	“You see Wonka, you didn’t know who you were talking to. It seems these bees, unlike some people, know who their betters are. Now, my busy little darlings, bring me more of that Royal Jelly.”

	“Oh dear” Wonka said, an annoyed expression on her face. 

	The bees rushed off to fill their mistresses request. They began to pour back with globs of purple jelly, flinging them into Veruca Salt’s eager mouth. With each gulp, the number of bees she controlled seemed to grow.

	And it wasn’t the only thing growing. With each gulp of Royal Jelly, Veruca’s voluptuous figure became bigger and bigger. Her hips started to bulge out, and her thighs slowly began to inflate. Her ass began to swell, causing the bees to expanded her ‘throne’ to accommodate the oozing chocolate mound. Her pink dress was beginning to strain and tear. Charles could see several seams burst, and a growing amount of soft, belly fat begin to poke out. 

	“Veruca, darling, please come down!” Mr. Salt cried. 

	“Mrs. Salt, you’ve had your fun, now please leave my bees alone and stop eating my royal jelly” said Wonka.

	“Yes MPHN, MORE! Not just Royal Jelly! I want it all! Chocolate, toffee, caramel, cream, all of it!” Being told to stop by Wonka had just made the rich girl want to keep going. 

	The bees poured in, bringing the greedy woman a continuous stream of food. I’ll show that bitch though Veruca. I’ll eat all the Royal Jelly I want, and then I’ll eat more! Yes, I fantasized about being a Goddess, being pampered and fed by slaves who exist to pleasure me! Yes, that’s what I have now! With these bees, I’m a Queen, a Goddess! Fuck that smug Wonka bitch, telling ME what I can and CAN’T do! And my worthless husband just standing there, not even supporting his darling wife-”

	Veruca was so lost in her frenzy of spite and greed that didn’t notice the effects that the influx of sweets was having on her body.

	Her rapid weight gain was accelerating at an alarming pace. Her breasts heaved and crashed against her bra, spilling out of the cups and over the top of her dress. Her thighs were becoming massively thick as the group watched the bulge and swell before their eyes. 

	Veruca’s belly pushed against her pink dress, the fabric wearing thin as it fought its losing battle against the rapid expansion. Her ass was now truly massive, a flabby shelf of chocolate flesh that oozed its way out from under her poor pink dress. As she ate, she moved her increasingly flabby arms across her body, rubbing and grabbing and feeling until. 

	RIIIP

	Veruca’s dress finally gave out. Her stomach ripped through the front in a cascade of glorious silky flab. Her belly was now massive, rivaling even Augusta’s. Two great, warm brown rolls flopped out, spilling into the woman’s lap. At the same time, her hips and ass bulged outwards, ripping apart the remains of the dress that still (barely) covered them. 

	Veruca gave a great moan of satisfaction and paused her eating, rubbing her hand across her massively inflated body. “Oh, oh yes, yes. This, this is what a Queen should be like! This is what a Goddess should look like”. She grabbed a roll of flab and shook it for emphasis. 

	Mr. Salt, for his part, was staring in a mix of horror and arousal as his wife enacted several of his sexual fantasies in public view. If anyone else had been looking at him, they would have noticed a very prominent bulge in the henpecked tycoon’s pants. 

	“Wonka, you were an utter idiot not cooperating with me! You-MPHN”

	A large jubilbee dropped a large bon bon into Veruca’s mouth. 

	“Mphn, that’s enough. Your Queen is quite satisfied-HMP”

	Another jubilbee dropped a wad of toffee into the greedy girl’s mouth.

	“Stop, I ORDER you to stop feeding your que-GLOMHMP”

	The bees began rushing Mrs. Salt’s mouth, pouring more and more sweets down her throat. She waved her arms and feet to dissuaded them, and a swarm of bees gathered around. Linking together, the swarm bound the woman’s hands and feel like rope.

	“MPHMP, MRRHSH, gulp Miss Wonk-UMPRH”

	“What, what are they doing to her? What are they doing?” Mr. Salt spoke up, his voice becoming shrill.

	“My dear Mr. Salt, Royal Jelly only works when the person who takes it has a good heart. Unfortunately, your wife doesn’t.” Wonka’s voice was dry with poorly-veiled contempt.

	“Don’t have a good heart?”

	“Actually, I doubt she has a heart at all.”

	The group watched in shock as Veruca Salt was bound by the bees and forced to eat. She began growing even larger. Her massive ass oozed until it was practically a couch by itself. Her belly bulged outwards as new fat was added to it. Veruca cried in terror as the bees continued to pumper her full of food. Bigger and bigger and bigger until. 

	Snap

	The heavy-duty bra that the woman was wearing snapped, causing her massive breasts to flop downwards, flashing everyone. At the same time Mrs. Salt’s panties snapped, flinging themselves across the floor. The massive woman was now completely naked! Every last inch and roll was exposed as the bees danced across the room with her, like a parade float caught in a hurricane. 

	“MIISSSS WOOOOONNNNKKKKA” Veruca cried! Then, suddenly, the bees stopped, lowering her to the ground.

	As Veruca landed, she nearly toppled over. She had gained a massive amount of weight in a very short time. Indeed, she looked to be around 500 pounds of ass, belly, and tits. She moaned as she wobbled, struggling to keep upright. 

	Then, she felt a very slight tap, right above her belly button. She couldn’t see it, but a jubilbee was tapping ever so slightly on the woman’s gut. Then, another one did it. And then another. Soon hundreds of them were bouncing off the woman’s fat-packed midsection. 

	“W-WONKA, PLEASE, MAKE THEM STOP” Veruca was practically crying.

	“I’m sorry my dear Mrs. Salt. It’s too late now. They’ve made their decision.”

	“Wha-WHAT decision!” The now morbidly obese woman wailed. Before Wonka could response, the jubilbees had lifted her back into the air. 

	“WHAAAAAAAA-” Mrs. Salt wailed as she soared through the air, her fat arms waving frantically as she tried to stop the bees. She, and the others, could see that they were taking her to the garbage chute.

	“NO, NO, N-”

	WHOMP.

	The garbage chute was large enough to take Mrs. Salt’s shoulders and breasts. However, her bloated belly and massive ass proved just too large to fit in the chute. She was wedged helpless in the hole, her billowing fat legs frantically kicking the air. Her massive, smooth, brown ass was on full display, still jiggling and shaking from the impact. 

	“V-VERUCA! Dear, hold on I’m coming!” Mr. Salt shouted, as he rushed to assist his wife. 
	As he ran over to his wife, a crowd of Oompa Loopas bourn along by jubilbees began to circle around.

	Mr. Salt reached his wife. He gingerly grabbed her right leg, and gave a tug. “Hold on dear, I’m going to get you out of there”. He was met with a stream of curses and screams.

	As he ineffectually attempted to unjam his howling wife, the Oompa Loompas above him began to sing. 

Veruca Salt,
The big fat brute,
is headed down the garbage chute!
And it’s about time we all agree
She had quite the fetid potpourri!
Entitled, snobby, pampered and spoiled!
It’s off to the furnace to be boiled!
She was a greedy, spoiled bleater!
The very picture of a useless eater!
Who shouts and screams and craves,
That every one be her slaves!
Her avarice truly knows know bounds!
And envy is her dressing gown!
Now Mrs. Veruca Salt,
has a brief little halt. 
A reflective reprise, before her ass
Is burned to cinders soot and ash!
Along with the other trash!
But now, my dears, we think you might,
Be wondering – is it really right?
That every single bit of blame
And all the scolding and the shame
Should fall upon Veruca Salt?
Is she the only one at fault?
For though she’s spoiled, and dreadfully so,
She didn’t spoil herself you know!
Who spoiled her then? Who indeed?
Who pandered to her every need.
Who pampered her, and let her feed?
Who enabled her endless greed?
Alas! The person whose at fault
Is her loving husband, Mr. Salt!

	It was then that the jubilbees rushed at Mr. Salt’s back, sending him careening into his wife’s fluffy rump. He sunk deep into ass flab from the force, and let out a muffled ‘oomp’. Before he could recover, the jubilbees rushed the pair, pushing on Mrs. Salt’s gargantuan posterior. It was enough to push her through, sending her and her husband tumbling down with an “AIIIIIIEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…..”

	“Oh well, I warned them” said Wonka, who played a jaunty little tune on her flute. Several Oompa Loompas descended, held up on clouds of jubilbees. “Go down to the colony waste dump and fish out Mr. and Mrs. Salt. The old honeycombs should have broken her fall, and she must have broken her husband's”. The Oompa Loompas giggled, and then flew down the garbage chute. 

	“Will, will those two be alright” asked Charles.

	“Of course. The garbage for this room goes to the furnaces on Thursdays.” Wonka paused, thinking for a moment. “Or was it Tuesdays?” 

	“Who cares? The world’s better off without them” sneered Milly. “That’s the thing Charles, you’re a sap! You think playing the golden boy will help you win the secret prize? We both know that deep down, everyone’s a shithead!”

	Charles glared at Milly, before turning his head. “Miss Wonka, where are we going next?”

	Wonka placed her hand on her chin. She held it there for a good five second, before swiveling to face the wall behind her. There was a door, an elevator door. 

	“Why, we’ll use the Great Glass Elevator! Why didn’t I think of it before, it’s the most effective way of getting around the factory!”

	Milly groaned. “Then why didn’t you…nevermind.”