''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 voluminous outfit: a red and white horizontally striped shirt and a black skirt. Her shirt was riding up the immense beach-ball of soft white fat that was her belly, the pearl bellybutton piercing jigging like a ship upon a stormy ocean. The skirt clung to her massive waistline, straining and protesting at being forced to contain such a massive body. Her head was a great chubby ball of dough, with two greedy little eyes and topped by long, blond hair, which hung down 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, 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 was done up in a bun, 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 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. His shirt failing to withhold the muscles, like the womans 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! 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 a little, showing most prominently the bit 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. Giggling at the cameras, the two sows waved, causing their arm fat to shake back and forth. 
“Eating is mine hobby! 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 five square meals a day!” 
Several restaurateurs in the crowed smiled. Augusta was a regular at many of their establishments, and always place 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! But food is ze Gloop family business, and it’s better than being a punk or falling in with a bad crowed. 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 choke-collar, 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 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 choke-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 gamer 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 they 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 bastard, 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 newpaper 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.”

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. 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 slim woman, with light-brown eyes and hair, who wore something that resembled a show girl's outfit with purple tail coat, and 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 tophat, and she held a cane in her right hand.

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 drindls. They both wore 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 spiked chokers, and were covered in tattoos. 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 croptop kept threatening to spill her breasts out, and gave everyone a view of her soft, bronze 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.