“Now over here, if you’d be so kind as to follow me, I have something rather special to show you all.” Wonka confidently walked over to one of his larger contraptions in the colorful place he referred to as the Inventing Room. “I think you three will find it quite the marvelous invention.” The top hatted man gave a proud smirk to his trio of guests who seemed anxious to learn what kind of delectable treat he had in store for them. Among the small crowd stood Ms. Jennifer Swellbottom. She was one of the heaviest people to have walked into Willy Wonka’s factory yet, weighing just short of four hundred pounds. Jennifer, or simply Jen as she preferred, stood with her teenage son Jackson as well as her near elderly father John as the small group walked closer to the machine for a better look.

“Mmm! Smells yummy!” the middle aged woman licked her lips as she saw numerous bowls of freshly made food sitting in arms that extended in all directions on the machine.

“Why thank you!” Wonka began with a look of joy in his eyes, glad that the hefty woman was delighted at the mere smell of the ingredients to his pride and joy. He turned his focus back to his machine, “She’s my revolutionary, non pollutionary, mechanical wonder! Now...where did I put that button?” The giddy chocolatier clasped his hands as he leant forward, looking for the aforementioned button somewhere on the device.

Jackson and his grandfather looked around and upon finding a big red button on the left side of the machine, the elderly man tapped Wonka on the shoulder and pointed to it, “Would that be it?”

Wonka genuinely seemed as if he didn’t know where the button to his own machine was, “Right!” He nodded and patted John on the shoulder as a gesture of thanks. He pressed the button and steam puffed out from the top of the machine as it bubbled, whistled, and clicked.

“What you are witnessing dear friends may just be the most amazing miracle of the machine age. The creation of a confectionary giant!” Wonka spoke to his three guests while he stood proud with his hands on his hips. They gazed at its different moving parts, some mashing ingredients into liquid and others injecting the liquids into a single, small tank. A tiny, golden-wrapped rectangle popped out from the bottom of the tank and the machine stopped its bustling.

“And finnito!” Wonka exclaimed as he picked up the small piece of candy and showed it to his guests, clearly proud of his ‘spectacular’ invention.

“Oh...is that all?” Jen asked. Wonka took a bit of offense at the woman’s unintentionally rude question.

“Is tha- Well- Do you even know what this is?” He was in utter disbelief that his audience was so underwhelmed.

“Looks like gum!” Jackson answered for his mother.

“Right! I-I mean wrong!” Wonka said with an awkwardly patronizing smile on his face, “It’s not just any old gum! It’s the most amazing, fabulous, sensational gum in the whole wide world!” Jen looked at the piece of gum a bit confused.

“Well what’s so special about it?” She asked, not quite buying into the man’s little spiel. As if he were expecting the question, Wonka immediately piped up,

“Well, I’ll tell you! This little piece of gum is a full, three-course dinner all by itself!” Wonka answered back smiling at his prized possession gladly.

“Oh, bull.” Jackson said to Wonka with disbelief.

“No, roast beef actually. But I haven’t got it quite right yet.” Wonka said back sarcastically to the doubtful boy, keeping his eyes trained on the other two, hoping they believed in him more than Jackson had.

“Sounds wonderful!” John said as he stared at the piece of gum in Wonka’s fingers as he twirled it around.

“Oh, it is! Very much!” Wonka reassured with a childish smile, “However there is just one little thing that always seems to-” Wonka began when Jen all of a sudden snatched the golden wrapped candy out of his hands. Wonka's smile fell as he reached out toward the fat woman. “Wait! I’m sorry dear but it mustn’t be consumed.” The purple suited man seemed to be holding some sort of information back as he brought a fist to his lips as if to not reveal too much.

“Oh it’s just gum. How bad could it be?” The obese woman said aloud as she greedily began unwrapping the gum like a spoiled little child. She was ready to pop the piece of gum into her mouth when her son touched her on the hand as if to signal her to wait. Her father got in front of her and lifted her fat chin up so that she was looking at him.

“Jen honey I don’t think Mr. Wonka wants you-” The poor old man started to warn his glutton of a daughter but Jen merely rolled her eyes and threw the gum past her lips and began chewing before he could finish. Wonka’s eyes widened and he shifted his slacks a bit as he watched silently. Only a few seconds passed and a gleeful smile came across the fat woman’s face.

“Well, what’s it like?” Jackson asked, curious.

“Tomato soup! It’s...so hot and creamy! I can actually feel it going down my throat!” Jen yelled in delight. Wonka looked at his feet defeated before shaking his head. He tried to warn her.

“My dear if you don’t spit that gum out you’re going to be terribly sorry!” He warned one last time before crossing his arms with a huff. The plumper’s jaw worked away much to his displeasure.

“The gum seems fine to me.” Jackson said to his grandfather as he watched his mom chew away. John seemed to agree and gave a big shrug.

Jen, still chewing away, continued to tell her son and father of the wonders of the gum.

“This soup is really great!” She said, “Hey the second course is coming up! Roast beef! And a baked potato!”

“With sour cream?” chuckled Jackson as he clapped his hands together, “What about dessert, Mom?” Wonka cringed as the woman’s eyes lit up even more. Then he looked to the young man and elderly lad before him with a smug smirk. They were in for an awfully frightening surprise.

“Dessert? Oh here it comes!” Jen’s belly gurgled just slightly as she spoke, “Mmm God! Blueberry pie! And ice cream!” Another gurgle came from within the woman, this time loud enough for Jackson to hear. “Oh, my! So much! Too...too much! Oh my God I feel absolutely stuffed to the brim! But there’s so much more...pie!” More bubbling groans emanated from deep within the woman’s large gut, causing Jackson to exchange a puzzled look with his grandfather who seemed to be equally perplexed. Then, a faint blue hue began to cover Jen’s skin, starting with her nose then working its way down to the rest of her face and then large body.

“What the-” Jackson furrowed his brow at his mother as she seemed to be changing color, wondering what exactly was going on. Mr. Wonka shook his head in disappointment, standing up straight from his machine and sighing, “Jen, Jen, Jen. I did try to warn you.”

“Darling are you feeling okay? You look a little...blue.” John and Jackson stepped forward, a hint of concern on their faces as they listened to Jen’s gut emit some odd bubbling sounds as the blue tint to her skin grew darker.

“Oof I don’t know. I’m super full. And I feel a little...well, odd.” Jen looked at her father and son with a bit of concern in her voice. A subtle sound like stretching fabric could be heard from just behind her. She was too focused on the flavors of the gum though as she chomped away to notice.

“No, like you’re actually turning blue, mom! Look at your hands!” Jackson pointed out, not wanting to scare his mother but at the same time she needed to see what was happening. Jen’s clothes were undoubtedly getting tighter, and now she felt it. She began to shift them around as she felt her already overtaxed seams begin to stretch to the point that every garment made her feel ridiculously full. The blue, bloated woman brought one of her plump hands in front of her face and shrieked at the sight of her entire plump hand being a dark blue.

“What the he-” Jen began to say when a loud tearing sound came from behind her, “Oh my!” She exclaimed as she brought her hands to her wide and round rump and felt her leggings split right down the seat. She felt a sudden jolt of pressure and weight in that area that she surely didn’t feel just moments ago. John’s eyes widened as he looked slack jawed at his daughter’s now even more bulbous derriere.

“Mom?” Jackson stepped closer and stared for a moment at his mother’s rump, able to see it bulge just a little bigger every few seconds. Both Jackson and John looked to Wonka for answers, looks of dire concern on each of their faces.

“It always goes a little funny when it gets to the dessert,” Wonka said unnaturally coldly as he scratched his neck, “it’s the blueberry pie that does it I’m afraid. I truly am sorry.” He said half sympathetically to the worried men. Jackson looked at him with a mixture of concern and bitterness while John had a pitiful look of hopelessness on his frail face.

“Well you can say that again. Look at what it’s doing to her!” Jackson yelled, not wanting his mother to become any more of the spectacle she already was. Wonka couldn’t help but let a little smile of amusement out as he watched on at the greedy glutton in distress.

Then, followed by more loud gurgling, a button popped off of the bottom of Jen’s blouse. A second later, two more as her blue belly tumbled outward for her father and son to see.

“Oh God!” Jackson yelled as he tried to comprehend the situation. Jen was lost for words as she locked fearful eyes with her son and father all while chewing the gum faster and faster.

“Jen dear you're getting fatter!” John cried as his growing daughter bursted the rest of her buttons, leaving her blouse to ride up her arms and begin tearing away.

Trembling with fear and confusion, Jen began regretting disobeying Mr. Wonka, “Oh goodness what’s happening to me?” She bit her lip in anxiousness and looked down to see her hips widening out to accommodate for the extra weight she was packing on.

“You’re turning into a blueberry.” Wonka said monotonically as he watched the greedy woman swell, doing his best to hide his enjoyment at the look of panic and regret on the guilty fatty’s face.

“What?!” The frightened woman looked up at the disappointed yet amused man for a further explanation, but her son answered.

“The gum’s making you fatter and fatter!” Jackson cried in horror.

“It does almost serve her right, ya know,” Wonka mentioned to the young man and his grandfather with a scolding look on his face as if he was a school principle. He couldn’t deny he found Jen’s predicament well deserved. After all, the greedy lass was nearly too fat to walk any further along on the tour anyway and spent a good half hour gorging herself on any candy she managed to get her hands on in the Chocolate Room. “It shouldn’t come as a surprise that her greedy habits would catch up to her eventually.” The young man scowled at Wonka and John looked fit to cry. Wonka though seemed quite content with the events unfolding before him. If legal action was taken, he could always use the fact that she signed a contract prior to entering the factory that protected him from any harm done to any of his guests.

“Well do something! Call a doctor!” John hopelessly pleaded with Wonka but to no avail. He looked back to his precious daughter as her straining leggings finally exploded off of her, letting her newly thickened butt cheeks and thighs bulge outward with a jiggle.

Jackson was absolutely stunned at his poor mother’s helpless transformation. Part of him was disgusted, but most of what he felt was fear. He would have never imagined his own mother would grow to the sizes she was surpassing by the second.

“My sweet, sweet girl!” John cried helplessly as he stood there forced to watch his daughter’s blue belly that billowed out toward him like violet dough left to rise. He wouldn’t have believed in a million years that something so horrific would happen to his little, albeit adult, girl.

“I hope this proves to be a good demonstration as to why I warned you that the gum was in fact NOT ready.” Wonka scolded the expanding blue blob of a woman. The young man next to him was furious to say the least.

“You won't get away with this Wonka! We're going to sue you for everything you've got!” He gritted his teeth in anger at the whacky top hatted man who in return just gave a mocking, condescending pouting expression.

As her boobs pumped up to a new cup size every couple seconds and her fat rolls grew in thickness, petrified Jen began taking on the shape of a squishy ball, filled with some kind of thick jelly or goop. Old rolls swelled and new ones formed at the growing woman’s sides and waist, but rather than her fat drooping down to the floor, she rounded out, inflating like a big balloon. A balloon of blueberry pie filling and fatty cream.

“Ah, well. I guess I could probably do something.” Wonka concluded unenthusiastically as he reached into the breast pocket on his coat for his Oompa Loompa flute.

“Help! I need an ambulance or something, please!” Jen was forced to raise her thickening arms up into the air as they along with her legs began to plump up and become pulled into her fattening body. She looked at both of her sides, whimpering in fear at the sight of her own hips and lovehandles oozing out over the waistband of her overtaxed pink panties. There was absolutely nothing the poor, single mother could do to slow her nightmarish growth. So she cried, moaned, and continued to chew as tears streamed down her blue cheeks. Her father was at a lost for words as he cried a few tears of his own while watching the most bizarre and terrible thing happen to his baby girl, "Oh Jen."

As Wonka played on his flute to summon his Oompa Loompas, Jackson once again pleaded with the chocolatier to help his mother, “You've gotta suck the fat out of her, quick!” Wonka huffed a silent chuckle and he smirked while putting a hand on the stammering boy's shoulder.

“Oh that's far too unrealistic I'm afraid. Funny though, you and your grandfather didn't seem too concerned with her alarming weight prior to her little...mishap,” Wonka seemed quite content with the woman’s fate, "but now that her naughty habits have come back to haunt her you wish to save her." Jackson whimpered as he watched his fat mother inflate bigger and rounder, traumatized by the thought that his very own mom was turning into an insolent blob of blueberry goop and fat.

“But I can't have a blueberry for a mom!” The young man said frantically. John meanwhile stood there sobbing, transfixed on the swelling blue dough ball that was his daughter.

"I really do hate to seem so insincere to you and your poor grandfather, but there isn't much I can do to help your mother now,” Wonka leant down and whispered to Jackson, "Let this be a lesson that nothing good comes from breaking the rules." He said calmly as one of the Oompa Loompas approached his side awaiting orders. Wonka straightened up and faced the short orange man.

“Oh yes. Hello there. Would you be so kind as to roll Ms. Swellbottom to somewhere more suitable for her... chastisement?” Wonka bent down and asked the Oompa Loompa who gave a devious smile in response. The little orange man giggled and waved the rest of his friends over and they began to approach Jen, closing in on her from all sides. This only added more humiliation to Jen’s horrid situation.

“Chastisement?” John looked to Wonka with wide, tear filled eyes.

"Well it's only right she's punished for her greedy little act of disobedience,” Wonka said eerily calmly, causing the Oompa Loompas to burst into a fit of giggles, “She has to learn that bad things happen to...well, quite frankly FATTIES who don't know when enough is truly enough.” He answered as if the old man lacked any common sense, causing him and his grandson to gasp, appalled at the rude remark the famed gentleman chocolatier had just made of their beloved mother and daughter.

“Isn't this punishment enough?!” Jackson shrieked as he looked back to his blue, blubber ball mother with fear in his eyes. He pitied her upon watching her helplessly look to either side of her disgustingly fat balloon of a body at the little men circling around her. She was swelling up with an impossible amount of thick blueberry pie filling with no end in sight.

“Oh heavens no. Why your mother's unfortunate…berrification is simply a rather tricky side effect of the gum I specifically warned her NOT to chew, ” Wonka explained with a very chiding tone, "The Oompa Loompas have yet to teach your greedy mom a lesson in consequences." The boy's face trembled with fear at what that could possibly entail. The Oompa Loompas surrounding the growing woman began to sing a creepy tune, causing Jen to blush a purplish blue and whimper as she watched the swarming little people grin at her and snicker mischievously:

‘Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-do,
See what not listening has done to you,
Oompa Loompa doom-pa-da-dee,
What we've in store for you, you will soon see’

Jen looked around at the mocking little men in total embarrassment. She felt so humiliated fattening up uncontrollably in front of them. What was even more humiliating however was the fact that she knew deep down she was getting the treatment she truly deserved. All her life she'd been a greedy glutton, never stopping to think what the consequences may be. She had a family who cared for her and a son to look after. Yet she spent most of her time being lazy and slowly stuffing herself bigger and fatter with unhealthy meals and sweets. The wiggly ball of a woman felt like a child in trouble at school but on a much larger, terrifying scale. She started to cry once again as the Oompa Loompas continued their singing:

‘Indulgence is fun every once in awhile,
But gorging past full seems more your style,
Did you really think that there was nothing wrong,
With eating and eating all. day. long?

’Such a greedy fatty girl'

At that, Jen locked wide eyes with her son and father as her belly gurgled and bubbled. She seemed to be slowing to a stop. The Oompa Loompas tilted her on her side, causing all of her blue blubber to quake like gelatin. Her breasts bounced against her plumped up face and the crease in the middle of her enormous belly flopped in and out as she jiggled about. As the Oompa Loompas began to roll her toward a set of double doors, Jen moaned in nervous fear and kicked her feet as her two loved ones wondered if they should follow:

‘Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-da,
If you had manners you may have gone far,
Sorry to say but it's too late for you,
Just you wait and see where it is we take you!’

The Oompa Loompa’s song concluded as they rolled the inflated, blue fat lady out of the room. Her hair whipped around and around as she was rolled like the squishy ball she now was. She made a final, weak attempt at a plea for mercy, but her speech was far too obstructed due to her lips and cheeks fattening up along with the rest of her and her plea came out only as a horror-filled moan. John and Jackson stood there in the inventing room petrified and shocked as the little giggling men rolled Jen away. John, after being mostly quiet during the whole ordeal, finally began to snap out of his state of shock,

"You've blown her up!” The old man began his crying again as he looked pitifully at Wonka, who tried his damnedest to hide his smile, and then he turned to his grandson as if he missed the whole scene entirely, "He blew her up!" John couldn't believe it.

The whimpering mass of indigo blubber sobbed and muffled scream after scream as she was rolled down the seemingly endless hallway while she fattened away slowly, completely at the mercy of the Oompa Loompas who pressed into her warm, blue fat.

One of the short, orange men took Jackson and John by the hand and led them along to follow the rest, leaving Wonka stifling a grin behind them.

“You'll pay for this, Wonka! I'll be sure of it!” The young man shouted to the smirking candy man as he and his frail grandfather were pulled along to help roll his mother away, the chuckling candy man not far behind.

“My mom's a blueberry!” cried Jackson as he was rushed to help the moaning ball of blueberry pie and ice cream in the distance. John sniffled up a few tears and looked to where he should help push on his enormously fattened daughter. He placed his trembling hands firmly into what used to be her left arm pit and pushed with all he had, sinking a good foot or two into his "little" girl's blubber. Jen could only whimper in response as her bulbous breasts were mashed into her face.

"What are they going to do to her?" Jackson asked Wonka hesitantly as they trailed behind the army of Oompa Loompas and his grandfather rolling his blueberry of a mother down the hallway.

"Well it appears the Oompa Loompas are heading toward room F47 where I'm assuming they have something special in store just for your momma!" Wonka tapped Jackson on the nose as the young man felt rather belittled.

"W-what's in room F47?" He asked Wonka as the latter smiled proudly and an Oompa Loompa handed Jackson a printed out map of the factory attached to a clipboard. After finding room F47 on the map, Jackson's eyes widened and he immediately looked at Wonka in desperation. The candy man began to chuckle as he put a hand on Jackson's shoulder while they walked.

"Oh, yes. She's going to the Cream Room."




The Oompa Loompas rolled the moaning blueberry woman to a stop. She had finally finished growing, jiggling to a halt at a size big enough to be hauled away on a flatbed. If she had grown much larger it was safe to say she wouldn't have been able to fit through the enormous pull-up door she was kicking and screaming in front of. The big blue glutton cried dampened plea after dampened plea as her tear-filled and squinted eyes stared up at the horrid words she read above the door: Cream Room.

"Mr. Wonka I beg you not to do her any more harm! She's been ridiculed enough!" Jen's father John cried. The older man had only really just came to terms with the reality of what happened. His obese brat of a daughter had just been blown up for chewing a piece of forbidden gum and the little people who seemed to take pleasure in watching the event unfold were taking her away to presumably punish her further! Needless to say the woman's son was filled with rage as he death stared the factory owner who seemingly let his mother turn into a giant blobby ball of blueberry pie.

"Harm? Why she hasn't been harmed at all! If you're referring to your darling girl's hapless transformation into an endless supply of pie and cream, I can only say that I tried my hardest to warn her," Wonka grinned with the most patronizing tone as he looked to the roll-ridden blueberry that was once a greedy, four hundred pound single mother and daughter. He had almost wished her speech wasn't so obstructed by her new influx of fruity fat so that he could hear her hopeless cries for help and mercy, "And as for her being ridiculed as you say, I'm afraid the Oompa Loompas would very much disagree with you."

Following that, the three men watched as the large door was cranked up slowly, revealing the numerous tanks and vats that sat around the room. Perhaps the most frightening sight was the dozen or so Oompa Loompas standing directly in the center of the room, their hands behind their backs and the most mischievous little grins on their orange faces. Jen moaned as the Oompa Loompas who rolled her all this way proceeded to roll her into the Cream Room toward their comrades. Unsurprisingly, Jackson and John followed as Wonka trailed behind and pulled the industrial door down behind him.

"Ah, the magnificent Cream Room! Where all our delicious creams and custards and fluffs are made and stuffed into truffles, eclairs, and pastries. I think it should go without saying, but you two gentlemen may wish to refrain from touching anything." Wonka winked at Jackson as he and John looked at the group of Oompa Loompas surrounding their family member, putting their little gloved hands all over her and prodding her like some play thing.

"Hey, stop that! That's my mom you're poking and playing with!" Jackson yelled at the child-like little imps as they laughed and mocked his inflated mother.

“They’re treating her like she’s a toy!” said John, appalled as Jen flailed her plump little feet in displeasure at her being played with. There wasn’t much she could do to resist the little men as one of them stood by her head, stroking her hair all while grinning ear to ear as he looked all over her new body. Her squinty eyes went as wide as she could upon the feeling of the cold air on her womanhood. Jackson cringed as he witnessed the Oompa Loompas removing the transparent, blue soaked remnants of his mother’s panties. They had been stretched out so much that the two Oompa Loompas who carried them away were at least fifteen feet apart from each other and the undergarment wasn’t even fully taut. John winced as his daughter’s tight, swollen privates were on full display, occasional globs of blueberry slush plopping onto the floor.

“I do apologise for the graphic nature of all this,” Wonka said to both men, “I assure you it’s all in her best interest.” Jackson and John looked at him bewildered as another pair of Oompa Loompas snipped off what was left of Jen’s soppy bra. She let out a high pitched whimper as a drop of cold pie filling dripped from her bra onto her right nipple.

“Why are they humiliating her like this?” John asked.

“Well look just there! As you can see they are planning to give her a wash!” Wonka said matter-of-factly. Jackson watched as a few more Oompa Loompas arrived with large sponges, buckets of soapy water, long deck brushes, and other cleaning supplies. Two of them each brought a step ladder up to the blue woman, one near her head and the other just in front of her lady area.

“It’s rather thoughtful if you ask me.” Wonka suggested before snickering at the glare he received from Jackson. Just as Wonka said, the little Oompa Loompas began bathing the burgeoning blueberry. One set of them focused on scrubbing in between every puffed up fat roll, another on wiping her clean of any dribbling pie filling leaking from any of her orifices, and the two on the ladders focusing on their respective spots. The one near her face doused her with a bucket of water, causing her hair to snap down, sopping wet and her makeup to run. The Oompa Loompa between her legs scrubbed her expansive belly and groin intently with soap and water, all before lotioning her up good and shiny. Ultimately, Jen was left much less sticky from all of the loose pie filling running all over her. If it wasn’t for her blueberried state, anyone would have guessed she had just gotten out of the shower.

“Ah yes. All better.” Wonka beamed with joy as he approached Jen and gave her side a light rub. Jen moaned shakily at his touch. His leather glove was cold and the tip of his finger tickled her as he traced a thick roll running down her former hip. He approached her face and chuckled upon seeing her terror-stricken eyes glistening with tears. He turned to face her family with a sneer as he continued his fondling of her body, “And ripe.”

“Ripe? What do you mean?” Jackson asked, confused. Wonka cocked his head to the side a bit and gave the young man a look of delight.

“As in, your mother is now a true blueberry,” Wonka smiled as he looked to his blown up tour guest once more, “The Juicing Room is far out of the question for her now.” Jackson and John exchanged alarmed looks.

“Sh-she could’ve been juiced?!” John stammered.

“Well of course. How else do you think we fix any of the Oompa Loompas who’ve turned into blueberries themselves?” Wonka stifled a smirk as Jen moaned, “It’s a fairly simple operation. Far too late for any of that now though, I’m afraid.” Jackson stuttered and stammered, unable to form any words as he felt nothing but fiery rage toward the man before him.

“Well wh-what now?” John hesitated to ask. He wasn’t sure if he was prepared for whatever answer he was about to receive. Wonka sized up the old man and noticed the nervous lad was fidgeting his hands and tapping his feet in anxiousness.

“NOW...it is time to show your ill-mannered daughter,” Wonka then turned to Jackson, “And YOUR greedy hog of a mother, a lesson in overindulgence and its horrid, nasty consequences.” The man looked up at the Oompa Loompa who sat atop of Jen’s jiggly globe of a belly and gave a nod. The little man smiled greatly and he whistled to the rest of his companions. The funny little devils all scurried away aside from four, who began tilting Jen up so that she somewhat balanced on her crotch and her sunken in head was at the top of her round blob of a body. Although much was covered due to her breasts and neck fat blown up into her face, Jen could finally see her son and father once again, sobbing after seeing the looks of fear and pity on their faces.

“Oh, mom. I am so sorry.” Jackson mumbled under his breath with despair. One of the Oompa Loompas moved the ladder near where her face had been moved to, and the other three ushered Jackson and John backwards, quite far away from where they were operating.

“What’s this?” John inquired as he and his grandson were escorted back nearly forty or fifty feet in total distance from Jen. Wonka joined them and was glad to answer.

“They’re making room.” He whispered and both John and Jackson’s blood ran cold. Just what were these little freaks going to do to her?

“Oh, no.” Jackson gasped quietly, unsure of what he could possibly do. He noticed the Oompa Loompas who left moments ago with the cleaning supplies were returning from the shadows of the Cream Room, this time, with a long, snake-like hose in their hands. Jackson and John looked at Wonka, hoping he’d explain, but the smiling chocolatier remained quiet, pleased at the sight of his helpers going to work. A line of Oompa Loompas formed in front of the ladder as the one in front began making his way to the top, the end of the long hose in his hands. After reaching the top, he came face to face with Jen as she whimpered in fear. Immediately, the Oompa Loompa reached out and plugged her nose, and after only a couple of seconds, Jen was forced to open her pursed, plump lips for air. The Oompa Loompa seized his opportunity and forced the hose in, causing Jen to yelp in shock. The hose was stuck tight between her swollen, fat lips and the scared woman whined in anticipation.

“What is this?!” John yelled this time, his glasses shaking and fist pounding against his leg as he looked to Wonka. The latter’s smile just grew greater as more Oompa Loompas joined their friends, surrounding the jumbo blueberry much like the others back in the inventing room. With a subtle click coming from somewhere far back in the depths of the Cream Room, the hose the Oompa Loompas were holding began to vibrate as something began flowing down toward the end. Toward Jen.

“It’s time your girl receives her just desserts, Mr. Swellbottom,” Wonka raised an eyebrow and gave the shaking old man a pat on the back. Jen’s eyes widened as much as they could once again and she tried her hardest to thrash about, wanting so badly to spit out the hose that was crammed into her. Whatever was coming through the hose had without question began flowing into her mouth.

“What are they doing?!” Jackson pulled his short hair and demanded answers from Wonka, who blinked slowly and turned to the irate boy.

“They’re filling her with cream,” He answered calmly, much to Jackson and John’s dismay, “Delicious, savory, fattening cream.” His smile turned into the most villainous sneer.

It didn’t take long before the effects of the high-calorie cream began to show on Jen’s gigantic body. After maybe three or four involuntary gulps of it, Jen’s already stupendous form began to billow out further, although slowly. Her eyes crossed at the intense pressure that she was feeling in her mouth as her cheeks puffed up comically huge. The poor woman groaned and sobbed at the savory, rich taste of the cream, feeling the fuzzy effects it was having on her. Jackson stood white as a ghost as he watched his mother’s fat and round body inflate fatter before his eyes. John was much more in tune with what was happening this time around, and was trembling with absolute horror.

“You stop this right this instant!” He yelled at Wonka red in the face with anger and worry, “Right this instant, dammit!” Wonka looked down at his suit and dusted it off as if he was paying the screaming old man no mind at all. John had absolutely no authority, and deep down, he knew it. He was completely powerless as he watched his inflated blueberry of a daughter be blown up fatter and fatter with thick dairy.

The Cream Room bellowed with muffled screams, moans, and glugs as the cream bubbled up inside Jen’s guts, fattening her up to even more gargantuan proportions than she had grown just earlier. The Oompa Loompas let go of the hose, confident in its ability to stay plugged into her mouth, and moved the ladder aside before circling around the swelling, sobbing spectacle. To her and her loved ones’ horror, the Oompa Loompas began stepping to a rhythm and hummed a little tune, much like they had earlier.

“No! No more singing! She’s learned her lesson, please!” Jackson begged Wonka practically on his knees. His grandfather nearly fainted, unsure if he could handle another embarrassing song about his now elephantine daughter. Jen’s whines began to quiver at the funny feeling of her giant boobs and butt cheeks blow up like parade balloons and her ginormous belly pour outward in all directions. She continued to unwillingly glug and gulp away at the fatty cream as the Oompa Loompas began their song:

‘Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-do,
An example is what we hope to make out of you,
Oompa Loompa doom-pa-da-dee,
Perhaps from now on you’ll listen to me,’

Jackson began to shed tears as he came to the realization that he would never have his mom back the way she used to be. He sniffled watching the little singing men dancing around his mother, putting their hands all over her as they found amusement in feeling her balloon up against them. John shook his head in disbelief as they continued their mocking song:

‘Fatty, fatty girl, we know you like your sweets,
You’ve guzzled so much cream that we can’t find your feets,
Bigger and fatter, you’ll grow as you gulp,
Blown up mighty full, of cream and berry pulp,

And you thought you were large before,'

Jen had regretted her decision to disobey Wonka's warnings long before the Oompa Loompas had even rolled her out of the Inventing Room. Now she was nearly going into shock from the nightmare she just couldn't seem to wake up from. She felt so utterly humiliated and helpless as her crossed eyes made blurry contact with her loved ones below. She choked a heartbreaking cry, making bubbles in the cream flowing into her mouth, as she watched her grotesque, violet flubber inch toward them with every swallow. The slightest feeling of relief came over her as she heard a distinct click in the distance and felt the stream of high-calorie dairy decrease in flow. She moaned and shut her eyes as the cream trickled to a stop. She knew she had to have grown a significant amount as she could feel the breath of her transfixed loved ones on her vast belly. As her fatty flesh began to stop racing outward, her churning and gurgling guts continued as the Oompa Loompas concluded their act:

‘Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-da,
If you’d had listened, you may have gone far,
You deserve to be big, fatty, and blue,
Not much you can Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-do!’

Jen’s eyes fluttered and she gasped a huge amount of air as the Oompa Loompas in the distance yanked on the hose and it came flying out of her mouth. Being forced to swallow that endless torrent of cream had made her feel exhausted. She sat wheezing in the center of the Cream Room, her tired eyes smeared with mascara, and her cheeks each the size of a little kid’s play ball. The rest of her body had blown up at such a fast rate that while she was certainly a super blob, her skin didn’t have time to sag or droop. Instead, the former four hundred pound gal had resembled a truly giant ball inflated three quarters of the way full. Rolling her again was admittedly out of the question, with her back end being two extraordinarily large blimps of butt fat, and her front being similar with her boobs as they rested atop of her even more humongous belly and hips. All signs of her limbs had disappeared under her mess of blue flesh except for the deep divots where inside her stubby hands and fingers continued to flap. Still, the moans and guttural noises coming from within the blueberry lard-ball made it clear it was one hundred percent Ms. Jennifer Swellbottom in all of her gluttonous, greedy glory.

The next few moments were silent, save for the blue creampuff’s moans and squelches. Jackson cried as he leaned against the expanse of his mother’s belly and wrapped his arms around what he could as to hug her. And admittedly, that was not much. John, having expended all of his emotions on the disaster of a tour he and his family had been on, looked at Wonka with tired eyes himself.

“Please. Let us take her home.” The old man muttered. Wonka’s amusement had seemed to fade, and his more sincere, normal self nodded slowly in assurance.
“Of course,” He snapped his fingers and the Oompa Loompas began bustling about. Then, what Jackson and John had assumed to be a wall at the far end of the Cream Room, an enormous industrial door lifted up, letting the sun shine in to the entire room, momentarily blinding the two men who were caught off guard. Jen hummed an expression of curiosity as she felt the warm rays soak into the vast area of her butt and back, seeing her father and son’s faces be illuminated by the sun. It wasn’t a second later that a series of loud beeps sounded from two flatbed trailers as they were slowly backed into the room, approaching the monstrosity that was Jen. 

“It’s alright now, Mom. Me and Grandpa are going to take you home.” Jackson tried to reassure his mother, only able to see her belly to his sides and above him due to her appalling size. As the truck with the trailers slowed to a stop behind the moaning blob, two ramps lowered to the floor just short of her and the Oompa Loompas began tying numerous ropes around her, connecting them all to a winch on the top of the truck’s roof. With a tremendous mechanical roar, Jen had begun being hoisted onto the trailers. Jackson and John felt some comfort in knowing the torture was finally over. Or at least any FURTHER torture.

“Yes, yes, that’s it,” Wonka directed the Oompa Loompa operating the winch with a wave of his hand, “Just a bit more. Keep going. Aaaand...good!” The Oompa Loompa stopped the cranking of the ropes and Jen sat snugly on the two large flatbeds. Astonishingly though, the poor woman’s fat and blubber still hung off the edges of each trailer by a good two feet or so. But nonetheless, she was ready to be transported home.

“Now again, I do apologize for all this,” Wonka said to both Jackson and John as he walked aboard the trailer, hopping onto the hitch of the truck to be somewhat eye level with Jen, “But I assure you her punishment has concluded. I do wish you all the very best, and I hope I haven’t lost your business.” Wonka smiled and ushered with his arm the two grimaced men to the front of the truck. Neither one said anything, and Wonka understood just fine. As the two of them entered the truck, Wonka turned to face Jen with a glint in his eye, making her whimper uncomfortably.

“Well I do hope you enjoyed your tour, Ms. Swellbottom,” Wonka chuckled as he stroked a strand of hair out of her face. After one final look to make sure the men had gotten situated inside of the truck, he gripped Jen’s fat cheeks and squeezed, forcing her fattened lips to spread, “I look forward to seeing you again.” Wonka sneered and reached into his breast pocket with his free hand. He had pulled out a foil-wrapped brick of a dozen or so pieces of what looked to be...gum? Too stunned and horrified at what she was seeing, Jen watched and cried as Wonka popped piece after piece of gum into her waiting mouth. She had guessed he had stuffed her full of around fifteen pieces of gum, but she lost complete track after ten. Wonka smiled and gave the shivering blob a jiggling pat on her left boob before hopping off the trailer and walking away. A pair of Oompa Loompas hurriedly stretched a banner reading: Extremely Wide Load over the front of Jen before whistling to the one driving the truck as a signal that they were all set. With a hard jolt, the truck began trudging out of the Cream Room, jiggling Jen ferociously with every bump. She used every bit of her face muscles that she could as she let out the most piercing, blood-curdling scream as she tasted in unnatural intensity the familiar flavor of hot and creamy tomato soup running down her throat.