Blueberry Inflation Literature Collection: Volume III

Welcome To The Juicing Team

"Ugh, Uh, Oomph," are the only sounds that I could muster as I was rolled out of the inventing room to destinations unknown. The hallways were dimly lit, and total darkness would occur briefly anytime I was rolled on what could only be described as my head divot.
My world was spinning, more like rolling because of one itty bitty mistake that transformed my body into something not so itty bitty more like big, blue, and round.

Eventually the rolling ceased, and I was sitting, maybe resting, yeah, resting on my rounded blue crotch. One of the little orange workers who took part in my humiliation through song and dance was waiting for the arrival of the giant fruit that was me. Due to my size, I was only able to see them as I entered the room. Apparently, the rolling process isn't an exact science, and I was rolled throughout the factory at all angles. When we made it to the Juicing Room, I was positioned on what used to be my right side with my head facing the entrance of the room. I had plenty of time to stare off into the Juicing Room, and this allowed me to figure out that this Loompa was present during the whole ordeal in The Inventing Room.

I felt their tiny hands on my body, and again I was spun and repositioned so that I was once again resting on my crotch, but I was now facing a large wall.
The Loompa dimmed the lights in the room, and they pressed a button that lowered the HD television from the ceiling.

Once the tv finished lowering, Wonka appeared on the screen.
"Welcome to The Blueberry Preparation Room. If you are watching this video, then you were a naughty tour guest who partook in a piece of experimental gum that has the rather nasty but profitable side effect of turning anyone who chews it into a blueberry."
I thought to myself "profitable?"

"As you sit, no pun intended, you are part of Wonka Industries. You will become a part of the juicing team. Well, more like juice extraction team since there is no way to actually juice you and return you back to normal."
"Wait," I thought to myself. "Wonka said that they were taking you to the juicing room."
I could of swore that that I heard him tell someone that I would be right as rain after the juicing process.

"I bet you are wondering why Mr. Wonka told the group that a trip to the Juicing Room would fix your current situation," the TV Wonka asked. "Well, we like to keep our reputation squeaky clean, and we wouldn't want the outside world to know that our experimental products could cause such severe reactions. Moreover, each one of you signed a contract saying that everything you see within the factory is to stay within the factory. What happens at Wonka's factory stays at Wonka's factory."

All hopes of anybody discovering me and rescuing me from this nightmare began to diminish as TV Wonka prattled on about NDAs. One detail did catch the attention of my unnaturally blue ears.

"Since you are sitting here watching this instead of exiting the tour on your own accord, you missed this important detail about the NDA. Anyone who is found to have broken the NDA will be rounded up and become a member of our production line whether it come in the form of the blueberrification, marshmallowing, Fizzy Lifting inflation, or wherever we see fit,' TV Wonka said with a somewhat sinister grin.

I screamed, "NOOOOOOO," but it sounded more like "NOMPHOMPH," coming from my puffed-up cheeks. It also didn't help that my chin rested against what used to be my neck making speech practically impossible.

TV Wonka proceeded to explain what was about to happen to me. "The Juicing Room is where you will stay until you are fully prepared to join our very lucrative juice production team. As it stands right now, you are not ripe enough to keep up with the demands for our blueberry flavored products. That's where the Juicing Room comes in. Here you will be given time to adapt to your new form, a form that you chose by not following the rules I might add."

"Why does he have to keep rubbing your mishap in? Isn't it bad enough that I'm stuck as a blueberry for the rest of my life? Is this really a life being stuck as some fruit freak?" More and more the thoughts kept pouring into my head before I snapped back to reality.
"As I mentioned, the Juicing Room is a preparation area that is designed to get blueberries to ripen to their fullest potential. Not only will you listen to what I like to call Blueberry Juice Production ASMR, you will be subjected to more of the same delicious yet forbidden gum that you so wanted earlier on."