Blueberry Inflation Literature Collection: Volume III

You and Wonka

Series: OC
Character: You (second person male), female Wonka
Synopsis: You waddle your way into Wonka's factory, finding her to be a giddy, excitable girl. A few mishaps later and you're a chocolate-stuffed berry at her mercy.
Contains: Second person wg/tf, some farting/belching, blueberry TF, stuffing.

The ad hadn't been terribly specific. "All you can eat desserts, free!" it had read in plain black box letters with a P.O. box number written in a smaller font beneath. With how powerful your appetite was and how light your wallet was, you didn't have to think twice. A quick letter and a quicker response had led you here today, to the recently-established Wonka chocolate factory. It was a small local operation, only a few trucks entering and leaving each day. The small grey brick building that you stood in front of didn't seem like it could possibly house even a factory. Your stomach growls as you pull open the heavy steel door.

Damn I'm hungry, is all you can think as the receptionist greets you. The waiting room is small and empty of everyone other than you and the short woman behind the counter. A few quick "sign here please" and "right this way please"s later and almost before you know it, you're ushered into an elevator marked "TO FACTORY LEVEL". The receptionist waves a gloved hand (was she wearing that just a minute ago?) and the doors close, leaving you alone. There are no buttons or markings of any kind in the dimly lit metal box, and you fidget nervously, wondering what to do. When am I going to get my chocolate... You think to yourself. Always stomach-first with you.

WHUNK. The elevator starts moving without warning, throwing off your balance and nearly knocking you to your feet. It's flying downwards at what you are fairly sure is not a safe speed for an elevator. Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into? I didn't even read those papers... Panic races in your chest, beneath your healthy layer of breast fat. You're not morbidly obese, or really even close, but you've got some smaller girls beat in that department.

Ten seconds or so later, just as the speed levels out and you've almost steadied your footing, the elevator comes to a stop with another loud WHUNK. Somehow, you're still standing as the doors open. You hear it before you see it, as soon as the doors crack –

"WELCOME!!! I'm so glad you're here!!!"

The girl with dark brown skin and bleach-blonde hair has an impossible smile on her face, her arms spread wide and her voice loud enough to warrant multiple exclamation points. She's barefoot, wearing a purple skirt with shapely, perfectly tanned legs and a smart purple-and-grey vest and blazer combo. It's topped off (quite literally) with a gaudy purple top hat wrapped in a reddish ribbon.

"Come on, I have so much to show you! You're hungry, right?" She takes your hand and you nod, dumbfounded. "Haha, that was a silly question. Of course you are! That's why you're here, right?" She giggles girlishly. "Well, no time to waste, let's get moving!" In an ordinary situation, you might have shrunk away, but the absurdity of it all combined with the growling of your abdominal region has you following her obediently. You're led out of the elevator and down a short hallway that ends in a massive pair of wrought iron doors.

"Well, I used to call it a 'tour'," She continues. "But those were a lot of work and I get soooo booored after the first bit. So we're sticking with just the most fun part! I think you're really gonna love it, just gimme a sec here..." She lets go of your hand and fiddles with the mechanism on the front of the door. You're not sure what's behind this that requires such security, but it makes you strangely excited, despite your concerns for how strange this all is.

The doors swing wide, letting in a blinding light that forces you to shield your eyes. "Here we go, this is... Dun dun dun dun!" She makes a silly trumpet noise, pantomiming the instrument in front of her caramel cheeks. "The tasting room! It's the most fun room in my whoooole factory!" As your eyes adjust, you see what she's indicating. Before you is a rolling landscape of green hills, red trees, and a... brown... river...? Wait, are those bushes purple?