Blueberry Inflation Literature Collection: Volume III

Juicy Punishments

"Will you please roll the blueberry to the juicing room at once please?" Wonka's utter nonchalance did very little to ease my nerves.

Everyone was staring at me. Mouths agape and eyes wide with shock, mouths downturns with disgust, and a few people smirking. There was nothing I could do about it. My hands were half-swallowed by my round, blue, fruity body! Even my feet, which barely touched the ground, fared much better! In fact the majority of my weight rested on what had once been my ass.

"What for?" Someone asked Wonka, sounding surprisingly concerned.

"For squeezing!" Wonka explained, "We need to get all that juice out of her before she explodes!" She said, tapping her cane against my exposed midriff.

My swollen body still grew, tightening and growing rounder with each blueberry flavored chew. I chomped on messily, while they continued to talk about me. I didn't want to be a nakid blue sphere in front of these people. It was bad enough that I was too big to move, but that was too much. Suddenly a new song begins to fade from the surrounding darkness of the Inventing Room. I don't recognize it immediately, but it's eerily nostalgic. The aloof harpsichord taunts my burning ears, while a low tuba and oboe interrupts ominously.

"Explode!?" Everyone asked, as if on cue the remaining buttons on my blouse creaked suddenly. A wellspring of panic fires across my body.

"It's a simple operation." Wonka casually explained. A loud pop interrupts her. The elastic of my panties, along with my pants, had sheared in half. This crumpled the ruined garments awkwardly against my hot, aching, crotch.

"H-hewlp me! Swomebodeh plweaze!" I cried out, through overfilled cheeks that wobbled with each insufferable chew.

Before I could get a grasp on what was happening, those weird factory workers surrounded me. Wonka called them Oompa-Loompas, but they looked more like goblins dressed as Oompa-Loompas. They had large pointed ears, and dark narrow eyes. Their fangs showed through their mischievous grins in contrast with Wonka's disappointed frown. Pressing the gum against the roof of my mouth, I realized why the song sounded so familiar.

"Oompa Loompa doopity doo,
I've got the perfect puzzle for you!
Oompa Loompa doopity dum,
This stupid brat is looking rotund!
What do you take that isn't yours?
Ego swollen with pride,
Thinking you'll be adored!
What do you get when you chew all day?
Chewing and chewing until you're ten feet wide!
We don't like the look of this."

"Ooooh~?" I groaned, backing away from the gathering loompas, while they began to pace towards me. "Ngh... mmfh... g-geht... get away!" I demanded, waving my hands feebly to ward them off. They were bouncing on the balls of their feet while they approached. Meanwhile, the music had completely faded in. My cheeks were burning, while something like shame weighed down on me. The extra motion made me chew faster. A familiar rumble shook through my juicy body. Another juice surge was imminent!

"N-no... no! Make it stop, I don't wanna get bigger!" I summoned all my remaining strength and charged through the circle of loompas for the exit. I could feel it happening, all at once my spherical body pushed outwards... my clothes, straining to contain me... my hands, feet and head slowly getting sucked up into my body! Still filling with juice, I felt their hands start to push on me, while I tried to waddle as fast as I could. "Mmmf!" I whimpered, biting my lips hard when the unimaginable pressure made it impossible to go on. My pace stopped completely and the loompas once again surrounded me.

"What do we do with a brat that won't stop?
Chewing her gum until she's fit to pop,
Could stick a pin in this stupid bafoon,
But she'll burst like a big balloon!
Best to keep her like this,
Chewing and chewing in berry bliss!"