The door-chime tinkled as a blustery burst of cold swept into the candy store. Bill smiled; his girlfriend (and best customer) had arrived. 
The young man behind the counter watched as a very fat young woman squeezed through the door.
 Bill made a note to try and convince his mother (who owned the store) to invest in double doors.The large woman finally hefted through, her body wobbling about as she waddled into the shop. 
Despite the cold she wore a red and white striped sweater and a pair of denim shorts. The sweater was failing to contain her belly, a soft pale ball of jiggling flab. 
Bill’s pulse quickened as he thought of the nights spent kneading its softy, doughy expanse, rubbing on oil after its owner had stretched it to the limit. 

The girl’s massive bottom and titanic thighs supported her bulk, her denim shorts stretched to the seam-popping limit by the girl’s gargantuan gluts. 
Her bare, fat-packed legs sloped down to small feet clad in thick winter boots. 
Bill’s mind drew back memories of wrapping himself around her legs, jiggling the soft pillars. 
He remembered grasping her massive ass as he thrust, both moaning in delight. 

	Beneath the woman’s striped sweater were two bountiful bounding bosoms, which jiggled enticingly between her flabby arms. 
Bill’s breath picked up as he thought of burying his face between them, his face engulfed by their soft, warm embrace. 

	Her face was chubby and very pretty. A soft roll of flab poked out from her turtleneck, in its center her small little chin. 
Ruby red lips sat above it, a pair of crimson ships in a sea of flab. Her cheeks were chubby, and rosy red. 
Her reddish-blond hair was cut in a wavy bun, and two bright green eyes met with Bill’s gray ones. Bill’s pants tightened as she smiled.

	“MINE BIIILLLL” Augustine Gloop squealed, as she waddled towards her boyfriend. 
Bill stepped out from behind the counter and embraced the fat woman, his muscular body pressed tight to her wobbling doughball of a body. 
“Is das un candybar in your pocket or are you happy to ze me?” Augustine joked, feeling Bills crotch pressed against her belly. 
Bill kissed her, and then slid off her fluffy frame. “I actually do have something…”

	He dug around in his pocket as Augustine dug around in her purse. 
Her parents were concerned that the university’s cafeteria wasn’t sufficient for their daughter’s ‘healthy appetite’ (especially when she made late-night calls back home complaining that the cafeteria wouldn’t let her bring tubberware in). 
They had begun sending money to their daughter for additional food. Much of it was spent at the local Candy Store, which was quite close to Augustine’s dorm. 
As Augustine pulled out a wad of bills, Bill pulled out a Wonka Bar. “Here Augustine, on the house! There’s a contest going on you know!”
Augustine giggled, and took the bar. She planted a kiss on Bill, and started unwrapping the bar. “Zank you Bill! Oh, you knov I just cannot rezist zees Wonka bars!”
“Of course! You buy a stack of them every day before classes!” Bill laughed. 

	Augustine eagerly peeled back the tin foil of the bar. 
She was eager to begin eating the chocolate, but she was hoping that there would be a Golden Ticket. The winner was supposed to get a tour of the Wonka factory. 
It was a mysterious place, run by three eccentric siblings: Wil, Lo, and Whisp. Nothing was known about them, not even their genders or ages. 
But they made the best chocolate the world had ever seen (or tasted for the matter).

	The wrapper tore apart, exposing the creamy dark surface of a Wonka Bar. 
Augustine’s mouth watered. She wanted to rip into the bar, stuffing the gooey, velvety mass into her maw. 
Feel it melting and trickling down her throat, into her grumbling belly. But as the bar was half-way to her mouth, she remembered that she needed to check.
 Augustine flipped it around. No sign of gold. 

	“Oh vell” she said, and then eagerly slide the chocolate bar between her plump red lips. 
There was a soft crack as she bit the bar in two, and her cheeks ballooned with sugar and cocoa. 
Bill looked around. No customers. 
Smiling, he wrapped his right arm around her ample waist, and patted her stomach with his left hand. “Sorry it wasn’t a winner cupcake.”
Augustine swallowed. “Hah! It iz still cocovalte anyvay! Un you knov your plump dumpling eats zooo many Vonka bars a day, it is impossible vor her not to vind vone!” 
With that, she shoved the rest of the Wonka bar into her mouth, and tossed the wrapper into a trashcan. Bill grabbed a handful of her belly and jiggled, which caused Augustine to giggle. 
“Nien, ve are in ze public!” she whispered through a mouthful of chocolate. 

	As Augustine finished her candy, Bill walked behind the counter and bent down. 
The Wonkabars had been flying off the shelves all day, and he was just about to restock them. He had brought in this box to refill the display, but had been disracted by Augustine. 
Bill hefted the box up, and placed it on the counter. As Bill rang up the purchase, Augustine waddled up to the counter and placed a stack of bills on the counter. 
Bill counted up the money, while the eager Augustine pried open the cardboard box and pulled a Wonkabar out. She looked about the store; again, no customers. 
With a greedy smile, she looked at Bill. “Vell, since ve are alone, I zink I can give mine little strudel a show.” 

Bill grinned, as Augustine ripped apart the wrapper and frantically shoved the bar into her mouth. 
Her fat hands crumpled the chocolate into chunks, which she messily shoved between her plump ruby lips. She gave a moan of pleasure, her cheeks bulging like a chipmunks. 
As she chewed the mass, her chocolate-stained hands grabbed another bar and ripped the foil wrapper off.
 Without even swallowing the first bar, Augustine placed the edge of the bar between her plump lips. 
Bill’s eyes bulged as she locked her lustful, gluttonous gaze with his. 
She slowly slid the Wonka bar into her mouth, her lips rippling over each square until the entire bar had been stuffed into her mouth. Her sausage-like index finger pushed the bar in, and she sensually licked the patch of melted chocolate off. 
Bill placed his hands on her belly as she chewed. He rubbed, squishing the warm flab between his fingers. 
Her perfume smelled like cookie dough, the warm scent surrounding her. Bill flopped her belly onto the counter, and jiggled it again. 
Augustine giggled, and swallowed the mass of chocolate. She felt her throat stretching to accommodate the lump of sweets, sliding deeper and deeper into her massive stomach. 
She felt Bill rubbing her belly, jiggling around the mass of chocolate. 
Augustine imagined it melting down, digesting, becoming even more flab on her amazing body. 

	She had always been a big girl; her family was quite wealthy, and they had always indulged her massive appetite. 
But Augustine had always been confidant about her size. Perhaps her confidence about her weight was part of why she became know as one of the most attractive girls in her town. 
In high school, all the boys (and a lot of girls) had left sweets in her lockers, or even offered up homemade dishes during lunch. 
At 280 (skinny compared to her current weight) she was by far the biggest girl in senior year, yet she was also the most sought after. Half the school had asked her to the winter dance! 
Much to her amusement, many other girls began deliberately plumping up, hoping to grab away attention from Augustine’s luscious body. 

	When she traveled abroad for college, Augustine found her supersized body still attracted plenty of love. It attracted even more as she started putting on the Freshmen 150. 
But by then she had found someone that she loved just as much as chocolate: Bill. 
She felt Bill rubbing her belly, transfixed on the way that it bounced up and down with each shake. 
They had met the first day of college, when she stopped in the candy store to buy her daily snacks. 
She came back the next day, and the next, every time making conversation with the store clerk. His family owned the shop, and he had taken up working here instead of going to college. 
He was cute, and Augustine knew he though she was cute. Then, one day, he asked her out, and the two went on a date. 
Things kind of just spiraled from there, and now the pair had been dating for two years.

	Augustine giggled to herself as she grabbed another Wonka bar. 
A fat girl and the heir to a candy store. A match made to be! Augustine thought as she tore into the bar. 

	She looked down at Bill, who was lovingly playing with her body. Augustine ripped off a chunk of chocolate. 	
Chewing, she imagined it making her belly even rounder and softer. She imagined Bill laying under her belly, trapped under its mass and thoroughly loving it. 
She took another bite, her teeth cutting through the soft milk chocolate and grinding it to be gulped down. Down down down, to be jumbled up and digested and deposited on her breasts. 
Making them larger and heftier, the perfect pillows for Bill to rest on while he curls up next to her. 

	Augustine chowed down on the rest of the bar and swallowed. She imagined Bill squirming under her titanic ass, her two cheeks oozing over his toned torso. 
She felt him kicking under her, his rock-hard erection showing just how much he loved her immense weight. His hands grabbing at her body as he praised his obese goddess. 
Lost in a mixture of lust and gluttony, Augustine unconsciously took out a Wonka bar, unwrapped a corner, and took a large bite. As the hard chocolate melted insider her mouth, she stopped chewing. 
Something was off. Bill took no notice of his girlfriend’s change in behavior, still lost in massaging her marshmellowy belly. 

	Augustine swished the chocolate around in her mouth. There was something in it that was not chocolate. A piece of substance. It wasn’t peanut, or almond, it was too hard. 
And yet it wasn’t the goo of caramel or marshmallow, as if it was a WonkaSuperBar in the wrong wrapper. Her bulging cheeks bounced back and forth as she licked the object with her tongue. 
It was a solid object, like a sheet of shredded coconut. But it was slimy in texture. And it tasted almost...metallic? 

	Augustine raider her pudgy hand to her mouth and fished out a small piece of foil. It was gold, and twinkled oddly in the light. She looked down at her other hand at the opened Wonka Bar. Laid proudly on the bar was a slip of golden foil, emblazoned with black letters. ‘EN KET’ was all Augustine could see, the ‘EN’ above the ‘KET’. The ‘T’ has most of the lower part missing, as it was partly on the large bitemark on the corner of the slip. Bill slowly stopped rubbing as he noticed the light glinting off the slip. 
“Augustine, is that a…”
He didn’t finish. The fat girl had peeled off the rest of the wrapper, exposing the Golden Ticket...