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After disembarking from a magnificent boat of sparkling pink, taking them through the rushing river of pure chocolate along a vast, dim tunnel, an eager tour group stood before an enormous circular door just past the boat’s dock, curious as to what lurked within. Its metallic composition, reminiscent of a bank vault’s, slowly swung open inward, leading into the mysterious space beyond it, colourful lights glowing all over in the far distance as fog exuded along the floor. While the door took its sweet time to open up, more of the room being revealed to the group, the tour guide made his way to the front, gracefully moving through the crowd mainly consisting of parents and their children. From the instant everyone beared witness to him from the front gates, he was a mysterious figure through and through, his attire and charming albeit sinister demeanour keeping most everyone on the slightest edge as he led them through his chocolate factory. He stood tall with a cane of spiraling yellow and purple in his right hand – both gloved - dressed in a dark purple tailcoat that extended past his knees from behind, standing out amidst his dark brown skin. A shirt in a slightly lighter shade of purple could partially be seen from beneath the coat, while a pair of bottoms matching colours with his coat covered his lower half.
The sounds of his black dress shoes tapping against the metal floor echoed the closer he got to the door, implying the forthcoming room’s immensity in size and scale. With every nimble step forward, he hummed a quaint tune to himself, going heard by some of the crowd through the brief silences between his footsteps. Adorning his head of shifty, unmissable purple eyes, persistent grin, and short black hair was a top hat of prime purple, topping him off in the colour that practically suffocated him from top to bottom. In no time at all, wanting to keep the tour moving as smooth as possible, he popped through the front of the crowd, before turning himself around to face them, standing right in front of the steadily-opening doorway. “I hope you enjoyed that riveting boat ride.” He gleefully spoke in his Trans-Atlantic accent, his smile coming through in spades through every moment of this tour, as though that were the case every waking moment for him. He adjusted the hat’s place upon his head as he addressed the group he was showing around his factory. “If you thought the Chocolate Room was fantasy coming to life, think again.” He uttered with a teasing tone of anticipation. “I have a most marvellous sight to show you all next. Here is where experiments of many kinds are run, spanning many, MANY different shapes and sizes. My workers are hard at work inside, so please be considerate of them as you move through the room. I-“
“Mr. Wonka? Mr. Wonka!” An excited yet grumbling voice called out from the depths of the crowd. The tour guide looked across the group, quickly spotting a hand of tanned skin waving at him, the body it was connected to appearing from the centre of the mass. “Please, you can call me Wilfred. The dapper guide replied. “What’s on your mind?” In contrast with Wilfred’s fanciful attire, yet striking in its own right, the disruptive man wore a blue tracksuit with white stripes that covered most of his slender body. A golden zipper ran down from the top of the cropped jacket towards the middle of his torso, as the top part of his suit ended right above his stomach, fully exposing it and the sides of his midsection. Directly underneath the jacket hid a white tank-top that was equally cropped, a small trim of white fabric peeking out from where the blue attire ended. “When are we going to get to that prize like it said on the ticket?” The man rudely asked, causing Wilfred to look closer at him. A rounded head and chubby face were the first notable attributes to this individual, joined by a mismatched pair of eyes – red on the left and black on the right – a head of messy black hair, a scrunched nose, and a wide smile containing sharp teeth, smirking without a care in the world as he arrogantly awaited his answer.
“Murdoc, yes?” Wilfred began with, recalling that he learned the name at the start of the tour. “All I ask of you regarding the prize is patience, good sir. Such matters will be addressed once we have reached the end of the tour.” Wonka told him, before looking back at the giant door as it finished fully opening for all to enter. “Ah, such perfect timing!” He declared enthusiastically, before addressing the waiting crowd. “And if you’ll all follow me, I shall show you the heart of this factory’s immense operations.” Murdoc grunted to himself, looking down at Noodle who stood to his left. The younger woman of Japanese descent looked up at her older companion with a curious expression, dressed in a bright purple jacket bearing a golden zipper of its own along the front, her head of long black hair accompanied by a pair of headphones matching her top in colour. “That candy-man better give me that prize when this soddin’ tour is all good and done with.” He grumbled, expecting himself to be the one to take home what Wilfred alluded to when he announced his factory tour some time ago. Noodle tugged on his sleeve in response, a pouty look on her face. “And you too, Noods. Don’t you worry.” The bassist assured her, as they and the rest of the group entered the vast metallic room of many colourful lights.
Fresh off the release of their debut album, the two band members had been given the chance to go on this once in a lifetime tour, courtesy of Noodle, who had managed to find one of five elusive golden tickets hidden inside the millions of chocolate bars Wilfred’s factory produced and sold in stores all over the globe. Being too young to go on her own, however, Murdoc allowed himself to accompany her and see the place, yet the prospect of earning himself the teased prized at the end compelled him most. Their tour through this sprawling chocolate factory had gone on without any interruptions thus far, making for a smooth experience as the group got to traverse, see, and even taste some of the scrumptious treats that were produced within the massive structure. The two of them walked together, in the middle of and with the rest of the group, as Wonka led the way, introducing the latest stop on their tour with grand excitement. “This is the Inventing Room.” Wilfred proudly proclaimed. “We run experiments here on a number of exciting potential products. Believe it or not, chocolates and sweets aren’t the only things that are made in this factory. There are plenty of things aside from those sugary treats that are brought to life in this very place. Granted, most of these ideas don’t make it very far in testing, for all sorts of unforeseen variables and safety issues do not allow for them to be released to the public, but their potential makes the act of working on them a riveting process. Please, do be careful as we enter further.”
The Inventing Room was unlike anything everyone other than Wilfred had ever seen before, even compared to the likes of the Chocolate Room they had all been in earlier. Its walls and ceiling were immeasurably distant from one another, the space inside the room bigger than any warehouse. Lights of many colours, stemming from the enormous machines that the factory workers operated, sprang across the place, lighting up most of the otherwise dimly-lit room to create a colourful aura inside a world of metal. A thin layer of fog emanated along the shiny floor, spreading everywhere as the guests and Wilfred walked into the sea of towering machinery and bizarre contraptions. Among the group, a blond-headed mother of one walked behind Murdoc, slowly moving as he and Noodle walked through this vast, expansive space to follow Wilfred. From her position, she spotted a set of wide hips and an ample posterior that the bassist possessed, attracting her sight as both hazel eyes found themselves glued to him from behind. His subtle assets swayed and wobbled as he moved, the woman biting down on her lip from the tantalizing sight before her.
After leading them through rows upon rows of machines, speaking of each one’s purpose and the ideas behind them, Wilfred brought the crowd to one particular structure, separate from everything else with plenty of space surrounding it. Comprised mostly of giant metal pipes and beams, it towered over everyone in its firm stance upon the floor. These pieces bent and twisted all around one another, connecting to a series of glass spheres housing different edible substances, with funnels and strangely-shaped pieces of bright red and dark black sticking out all over the contraption. What easily stood out most to the visitors was one of these glass spheres. It hung suspended above the rest of the machine while still connected to it, itself the size of a van. Inside of it, a dark bluish-purple liquid filled it to the brim, sloshing and splashing from time to time. The group looked up at this wondrous machine, some eyes directed right to the top sphere full of liquid, as Wilfred once again spoke to his guests, standing in front of the machine and facing them. “Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present to you all my most ambitious endeavour yet!”
Wilfred approached a long silver lever with a rounded red tip, sticking out of the machine’s side, before pulling down on it. Instantly, the entire contraption roared to life, hissing steam and groaning with the turning of gears and activation of its many mechanisms. Everyone watched as the various substances in the glass spheres were partly depleted, travelling through the many pipes that connected them together. Most noticeable from the machine’s operation was the sphere full of bluish-purple liquid, practically draining from its rounded container as the fluid bubbled and metal groaned. In less than half a minute, these concerning sounds died down, as a metallic arm emerged from chest-height at the machine’s end that faced the group, unfolding itself across several increments. The arm got smaller and smaller with each outward maneuver, before revealing a tiny hand at its end, ready to bestow upon them what the machine produced. Directly after the hand revealed itself, a tiny, white-coloured stick of gum dispensed onto its shiny palm, emerging from a slit at its end, just before the wrist. With its formation came the culmination of the machine’s noisy usage, letting out a resounding sound to signify the end of its function.
DING!!
The entire group looked at the stick of gum, confusion and fascination washing over them alike. Wilfred, on the other hand, looked fondly at the machine’s creation, eying the gum before looking back to his guests. “That’s it?” Murdoc bluntly asked, unimpressed by how this titan of a machine spat out a tiny spec of rubbery substance a miniscule fraction of it. “Precisely!” Wonka himself replied. “You see, this is no ordinary piece of chewing gum. Within this little stick is a fulfilling meal consisting of various dishes. At first, we had a set goal in mind for how much we wanted to cram into it, but then the thought hit me: Why stop at only three courses? In fact, this tiny stick of gum has an entire five-course dinner inside of it! If all goes well with the rest of testing, these can be the perfect substitutes for meals, no matter how much anyone has to spend on them, for they shall be inexpensive. After all, everyone has the right to such splendid food.” Out of the entire group staring at the stick of gum, Noodle viewed it with the most awe. Her eyes shone with curiosity, mouth open in amazement, feeling compelled to take it for herself. “Alas, there are still a few kinks that need to be worked out. As a result, it is not ready to be consumed just ye-”. Before Wilfred could finish his sentence, Noodle pushed her way through the crowd in front of her and grabbed the gum from the metal hand it dispensed onto.
Wilfred watched nervously as she held it between her fingers, as did the rest of the group as she faced away from them. With a smile on her face, letting out a subtle giggle, the guitarist readied herself to put the treat in her mouth, before a larger hand quickly swooped down in front of her from behind. “Not so fast, little lady.” A familiar voice told her. Taking Noodle by complete surprise, Murdoc swiped the stick of gum from her hand, holding it between his right thumb and forefinger as he spoke to her. “You’re too little to handle a five-course dinner, unlike me. How’s about you go on back to the rest of the group, so you can watch with them as I chew on this thing?” Noodle again pouted at Murdoc, both having turned to their sides to face one another, the urge to attack him and get back her gum evident from her fuming face and clenching fists. Before she could go ahead with such violence, the bassist gently pushed her back towards the crowd, doing so with his free hand against her back, to which she ultimately obliged, calming down as she trudged to the front of the crowd.
Murdoc let out a wry laugh as he held the gum up to his mouth, turning around to face the rest of the group as he was about to place the stick on his tongue. “I wouldn’t chew that if I were you. It’s not quite ready yet.” Wilfred told Murdoc, who could not care any less over his cautious words. “Don’t you tell me what I can and cannot do!” Murdoc shouted back at the tour guide. “I’m going to be the first person to chew this gum, and none of you are going to stop me!” With these spoken words of defiance, Murdoc popped the gum into his mouth, his jaw immediately turning it into a wad. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Wonka added, watching the bassist taste the gum for himself. Murdoc’s round head and face beamed with cockiness as he chewed, quickly tasting the first of the five courses of this fascinating dinner. “Is this chicken noodle soup? It’s bloody unreal!” He remarked, feeling it run down his throat and enter his stomach. “There’s so much of it… it’s wicked good.” As he obliviously chewed away, blowing bubbles from time to time while rubbing his middle, Wilfred, Noodle, and the crowd watched in silent surprise as Murdoc began to put on weight, a layer of fat stealthily forming atop his stomach. His newfound belly gurgled in tandem, pushing out from its once-trim physique. And yet, the bassist did not notice himself getting fatter, chewing away and blowing bubbles as the second, third, and fourth courses came along.
“Ooh, this is some juicy steak, and a lot of it… plenty of gravy and mashed potatoes too… is that pork? The lot of it is quite sweet… must’ve poured a crap-ton of honey all over it. Sweet Satan! There’s- URP!! …so much of it… is that what I think it is? …no, no, I think that’s- HIC!... w-wine and crackers… how thoughtful.” Murdoc absentmindedly muttered to himself in-between chews as they all came and went, commenting on their delectable qualities and immense quantities, all while he continued to grow larger, never noticing as everyone else but Wilfred worriedly observed. With each course came an avalanche of weight, turning the bassist into a fat-riddled parody of his former self. Pounds puffed out his once-slender body, affecting not only his protruding belly but every part of him. His arms and legs subtly widened, while his hips grew curvier and his thighs plumper. His behind took on a far rounder shape, distending into the fabric of his pants, the barest sight of them catching the attention of the blond-headed mother, finding herself aroused by the bassist’s increasing assets. The wine and crackers especially did a number on Murdoc’s figure, the former giving him a slightly water-logged look as though he was becoming part wine-keg.
Once this particular course ran its course, Murdoc had put on at least a hundred pounds, if not more. Nearly every single pound went into his new potbelly, a perfectly-sculpted mound that stuck out from him by at least an entire foot, incessantly gurgling without any stopping. Still having not noticed his fatter form, Murdoc continued chewing the gum, his fingers increasingly sinking into the soft folds of his belly as he ignorantly kept rubbing it. “Y’know, I don’t get what’s gotten all of your panties in a bunch. It’s just soddin’ gum!” He scoffed at everyone, right as the gum’s flavour switched to the fifth and final course, its most potent. “This is blueberry pie! A marvellous piece if I do say so myself. Oh! There’s more… a lot more… and it’s so juicy!” He spoke aloud, not noticing that a speck of dark blue appeared on his nose, something that the others did. As that same wide smile remained on his face, the bassist noticed Noodle pointing at his hand, boasting a look of concern for her bandmate. Still not noticing his belly, Murdoc brought his right hand away from rubbing it, raising it up to his face as a frightening sight took him by surprise. As more of his face steadily turned blue, the speck from his nose spreading everywhere across it, the tips of his hand were changing into the same colour, inching down every finger on it and his other hand.
Murdoc gulped nervously, nearly swallowing the gum as he watched his bluing fingers, creeping all across them before invading his hands, leaving no inch of skin as it was before. As both he and everyone else watched, Murdoc’s brown skin-tone vanished, replaced by this dark blue tone that engulfed him from the outside. Every strand of hair on his head and body became the same shade as his new complexion, rapidly moving to every part of him as splotches of this hue began to appear and spread all over his tracksuit, turning the blue fabric even bluer, and its white stripes and his tank-top purple. With the cropped nature of his top clothing, everyone could see Murdoc’s stomach turn blue, while a bright purple gradient developed around his navel, taking up the centre of his middle. As this commenced, in sync with the blue stains covering and staining his attire with a sweet, sticky substance, the bassist’s body slowly widened, thickening by a few inches all over himself. Unlike his body’s alterations from the first four courses, however, this increase to his size made him slosh terribly, his midsection wobbling with a strange liquid that proceeded to fill him from the inside.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGLLLL…
Louder than any other before it, Murdoc’s stomach let out an immense growl, frightening the group as Wilfred stood unaffected. The sound possessed a wet, burbling texture, emanating as though it came from deep within a vast, immense ocean. “Ngh… I’m feeling bloody full all of a sudden… it- it’s a bit much- UURRRP!!” Such noises grew in frequency as Murdoc proceeded to grow, his mouth hanging open in disbelief as he kept on chewing the gum, watching as his once-slim form swelled up before his eyes, bubbling and churning with every passing second. The centre of his body took on the brunt of this unnatural swelling, the bassist’s arms perched at his sides as he looked down at his blue and purple torso. His plump, curvy frame widened considerably in a matter of seconds, both hips and thighs flaring out tremendously at both sides as liquid surged inside of his stomach. It did not take long for what was once a slim midsection (then a potbelly) to balloon into a heavying belly, rounding and pushing outward as it expanded, quickly doubling in size before continuing to exceed that with haste. Already, Murdoc’s body took on the unmistakable shape of a pear, ironic as he was coloured far from one. Such a shape only proceeded to distort further with his increasing mass, his soaked clothing stretching alongside his blue skin.
Trying to play off his persisting swelling, Murdoc walked towards the rest of the group, awkwardly waddling as his pear-shaped body grew wider and fatter, wobbling and rippling with his movements. Before his eyes, however, he saw everyone – including Wilfred standing to his right – back away from him, looking at the bassist with fear while he continued to balloon. Out of the many sets of eyes ogling at the bizarre being before them, Noodle’s carried the most shock, watching what was nearly her very fate. In the ensuing bewilderment of her bandmate blowing up right before her eyes, she suddenly felt a pair of hands plant themselves on each of her shoulders, taking the guitarist by surprise when they pulled her backwards. Upon turning her head in that very direction, she saw a worried mother pulling her away from the inflating blue man in front of them, alongside her own child. Murdoc watched the group with fearful eyes of his own, letting out a moan as his body filled with this dense substance. He had never felt so full in his life, the sensation building at an alarming rate in sync with the increasing size of his physique.
Suddenly, the blue bassist felt a strong tugging from behind him, causing him to turn himself around. Taking a series of awkward waddles, causing the liquid inside of him to slosh without restraint, he brought his backside towards the group, turning his head back to peer down at what was pulling against him. To his and the group’s utter surprise, they saw a pair of blue asscheeks, partially exposed thanks to their swollen state, his crack showing off in all of its glory. A skimpy thong stretched against them, joining the tightness accentuated by his pants. Without a word, Murdoc placed his left hand on his respective cheek, while his right one felt his gurling belly. Both squished with the slightest contact, feeling himself fill up as moans spilled out from him, experiencing something unlike anyone else had before. Just then, they began to ripple like waves, Murdoc’s eyes glued to his left hand, unable to remove it from his plump derriere. More moans escaped from his lips as he prominently winced, feeling his growing blue asscheeks dig into the tight sticky fabric of his tracksuit pants, unable to cover all of his cheeks as they swelled exponentially larger.
BWOOOMPPH!!!
Murdoc groaned as he watched his ass swell with widened eyes, sweat running down his face that may as well have been the same liquid filling him up, as dark blue as his very skin. Both cheeks instantly quadrupled in size, spilling out of his thong, the pants fabric letting almost all of these globes fully hang out, causing the parents to cover their childrens’ eyes. His thighs widened in tandem, as both hips grew curvier. The blond mother who had been eyeing them and his behind instinctually bit her lip from the sight of Murdoc’s enormous cheeks, craving the blue body that was bloating before her and everyone else. Turning back around, his footsteps slower and clumsier than before, Murdoc’s front side revealed itself again, having swelled several times his former body shape, with no signs of slowing down. Given how heavy he had and was still becoming, movement could no longer be easily achieved for him. As his burbling belly let out another intense growl, he could only stand in place, gawking at his inflating form as it swelled to an outlandish shape and scale.
Murdoc’s belly began to grow and round out on all sides, turning into a globe that promptly merged with his massive ass and squishy chest, uniting to form a perfectly-sculpted sphere. His navel grew deeper, widening with every surge of liquid inside of it as the purple glow around it brightened, reflecting on the metal floor. All four of his limbs started to take on a sloshy thickness of their own, as this sweet-scented liquid rushed up his throat and into his face, causing his cheeks to expand tenfold. “MMMPPPHHH!!!” Murdoc moaned aloud, his eyes turning into two slightly different shades of blue, leaving no part of his former appearance intact. Before he could realize it, his vision – now largely obscured from his globular cheeks - noticed the crowd and Wilfred looking up at him, soon realizing that he was not only growing wider and rounder, but taller too. As Murdoc rose in height, his internal panic and messy moans subsided, replaced with a newfound relaxation as his rounded crotch planted itself against the floor, lifting his legs from it as they receded into his sphere of a body, submerging into deep divots alongside his hands and head.
By the time Murdoc’s swelling came to an end, he had blown up numerous times his once-nimble self, stuck in the form of a gigantic blue sphere with a core of fat that sloshed and gurgled with an ocean’s worth of sweet, sticky liquid. He towered over everyone by at least twenty feet tall – larger than the machine that made the gum he was still chewing - his crotch anchoring him to the floor as he idly rocked back and forth; deep, bassy sounds of sloshing echoing from inside him. Everyone could not believe what they had just witnessed, Noodle looking especially bewildered by what she herself nearly turned into. She approached Wilfred, who was admiring the giant ball with a swollen head and stubby appendages, looking at it with familiar fascination. Tugging on his sleeve and getting his attention, she looked at the guide with pleading eyes, making a stabbing motion towards Murdoc followed by a popping noise, before looking back up at him, hoping for an answer. “I am afraid he cannot be deflated in the way you are thinking of. Every inch of him has been filled to the brim with juice.” “Juice?!” Noodle uttered back, her and the rest of the group in disbelief, the latter now attentive to the unfolding conversation. “Yes, my dear. He's nothing but a big blueberry now, full of juice. But worry not. He may be the first one aside from my workers to turn into one, but a remedy of sorts has already been devised.”
Wilfred raised his right gloved hand to his mouth and whistled, the sound travelling all throughout the Inventing Room. In seconds, a number of his workers – small individuals with black goggles and silver one-piece suits, assembled, running up to Wonka who addressed them all. “This unsavoury gentleman has chewed on that unfinished five-course gum.” He began, walking over to Murdoc’s side and prodding his exposed belly with his cane, eliciting more moans from the dazed fruit. “He needs to be rolled to the Juicing Room immediately. Otherwise, he'll only continue to ripen. All hands on deck, everyone!” With Wilfred’s instructions, the army of workers approached Murdoc’s swollen body, completely surrounding him. They slowly pressed their hands into him, juice sloshing as the bassist moaned, feeling many pokes, prods, and pushes against his stretched blue skin. After several seconds of examining him, they proceeded to rotate Murdoc, every one of them working together to slowly spin the giant fruit so that his front side faced away from Wonka and the group, and towards an enormous circular doorway that looked to barely fit him.
As the workers moved Murdoc around, his enormous body rocking as he swayed about, Noodle tilted her head to the side, confused by what Wilfred meant by the blueberry’s destination. Looking down at her, he noticed her expression, leading him to explain. “Oh, yes… the Juicing Room. Since there’s so much juice inside him, we have to squeeze it all out of him, or at least as much as we can. Hopefully he can make it there in time, otherwise he’ll burst.” Noodle instantly tugged on Wilfred’s sleeve again, this time with more urgency. The same could be seen in her face, hoping that Murdoc would not explode. “Do not fret, little one. I’m fairly confident that he will make it there before such a fate comes along. Until then, there’s nothing else I can do.” Wilfred told her, before watching Murdoc with the rest of the group. Noodle looked back to the enormous blue sphere that was now Murdoc, watching as the workers gathered at his juice-filled backside, planting their little hands into its utter enormity as they began to push against it.
Murdoc let out another moan, feeling his internal juice swirl around as he was rolled away from Wilfred and the tour group. His sunken hands and feet twitched on occasion, as he sunk into the strange comfort that enveloped him with every push made against his swollen form. He found his vision going from high above all else to the brief darkness when his head rolled against the floor. As the workers approached the enormous circular doorway with their largest blueberry yet, Wilfred took a few steps forward. “Goodbye, Murdoc. I’m afraid this is the end of the tour for you. The only prize you’ve received is a big swollen body to match that inflated ego of yours.” Wilfred called out to Murdoc, loving every second of toying with the enormous living fruit. The sound of his voice grew more distant as the giant blueberry was rolled away, sounds of uncontrollable belches and swirling juice covering much of what his blue ears detected. As Wilfred and the group continued with their tour, Noodle followed her bandmate, watching the workers struggling to push him through the gigantic doorway. Standing before the belching blueberry, she could only utter contempt at him. “Stupid brat.”