“Sweet, I'm in” Julia Marks said to no one in particular as she finished clipping through the chain link fence that marked the perimeter between the chocolate factory and the rest of the world. She quickly slid through hole she had created, scanning the area for cameras, motion detectors or really any security measures whatsoever. Seeing nothing, Jules rose from her crouch, wondering if it was really that easy.
She waved a hand in the air. No spotlights turned on. No alarm klaxons blared to life. This might actually be an easy job.
Being a private detective wasn't nearly as exciting as most people thought it was, especially when you were just starting out. But the pay was decent enough, and few people rarely thought “Hired Snoop” when they saw Jules, a green-eyed, 5'6 girl in her late twenties, stressed jeans and a snug black hoodie. Tonight she had completed her “Nighttime Activities” look with a black woollen cap to cover up her lengthy blonde hair and a small knapsack to carry what she was after once she found it. When some suit from a local pharmaceutical agency had knocked on her door and offered a frankly ridiculous sum for the contents of a filing cabinet, she was only too quick to take his card. The fact that said filing cabinet was in one of the upper offices of the abandoned chocolate factory across town was just a minor detail.

Jules was pretty certain that what she was taking part in wasn't stealing, just scavenging. The chocolate factory was an inert behemoth roosting on the hillside on the outskirts of town, inactive for years. Still though...there were rumours these days that the occasional puff of smoke could be seen  curling from one of the towering chimneys. Someone would say they saw a light or two in an upstairs window, and a month ago, a sewer worker had claimed to have heard the rumble of machinery echoing down the tunnels from the location of the factory, right before the pipes around him had flooded with gallons and gallons of a thick blue liquid that was just as quickly flushed away....
Jules shook her head. These were all just rumours, and her job had taught her that rumours were almost always false. All these stories meant to her was that she would have to be particularly careful.
The towering spires of the chocolate loomed overhead, the starry night sky gradually disappearing from sight behind it's shadowy bulk as Jules crept closer. A side access door lay enticingly available at the top of a short flight of stairs. She quickly scaled them and began to dig in her pockets for a lockpick as she placed a hand on the door.
The door swung inwards with minimal effort and nary a sound.
The young investigator stared into the gloom, apprehension finally curling in her gut. She took a breath, turned on the flashlight she had pulled from her pack and reminded herself of the zeroes that her client had written on his offer before plunging into the darkness

The first step was finding some sort of a map. The girl's tentative steps had evolved into a brisk jog as the stony maintenance corridor she entered seemed to go on and on forever. Finally she began to pass the occasional door, each one locked. As Jules jiggled the handle and considered breaking out the picks again, a dusty, sickly sweet smell drifted into her nostrils.
She turned, following the odour to a set of heavy double doors that was slightly ajar. Initially, they resisted being opened, but as Jules put her shoulder to one of them, it moved with a cracking noise and a long scrape. Julie swiftly withdrew as what looked like huge fragments of toffee fell away from the threshold like shattered glass. She stepped through.
It was a massive indoor garden, illuminated only by the moon that drifted in through the large skylights above. The walls were coated, floor to ceiling, in molten, ruddy coloured sugar. As Jules walked in, the ground beneath her cracked and broke like thin ice. She examined it, realizing that she was crushing fragments of fused green sugar underfoot with every step. It looked like it was once a facsimile of grass.
Her breath rattled slightly as she took in the silent, darkened space. She paused underneath a slumping, leafless tree that on closer inspection, seemed to be composed of peppermint. Time had caused it to sag nearly to the floor. Several yards away, a vast channel was dug in the middle of the room. It looked as though a river may have once run through it, but now only a few chunks of solidified chocolate clung to the sides of the deep canal. Jules crept closer, eyeing the vast glass pipes that crisscrossed overhead....
SHUNK
The girl nearly jumped out of her skin at the harsh mechanical noise that echoed through the space. Her flashlight darted over to a nearby bush and the source of the noise. A small mechanism, sort of resembling a lawnmower, was idling next to the shrubbery, a mechanical appendage mounted on top pruning at the leaves and what looked like fruit with shuddering robotic movements. She watched as it gathered a multicoloured assortment of glistening berries in a hopper and abruptly turned away, trundling uphill and out of sight.
Julia still hadn't entirely recovered from the shock of what seemed to be an automatic gardener, but her curiosity pulled her closer. The bush had been picked almost entirely clean, save for single, bright green, misshapen berry that dangled from it's stem. Jules reached out and plucked it, turning it in her fingers. It wasn't a berry. Closer inspection revealed it to be an overstuffed gummi bear. “Overripe” seemed like the appropriate word, if the idea of a plant that could grow gummi bears was even possible. It gave off a syrupy sweet smell, making her mouth water. This was ridiculous . Who knew how long this candy had been hanging here? She had best drop it.
Julie's tongue flicked out to taste it in spite of herself. It only took a second before she shoved the entire treat into her mouth, chewing and tasting the tangy fruit syrup inside the bear squirt out into her mouth. She swallowed, licking her lips. The shock at what she had just done was only matched by appreciation for the candy.
No wonder her client wanted to know the secrets of this place. If it meant making sweets half as good as that, she'd be the first to pick this place clean.
Jules began to wander up the hill in the direction the gardening robot had gone. It was as good a place to go as any. She began to wonder about the machine, and how many others were still active and completing their tasks. A few mechanical ghosts rattling around a dead factory. She was also wondering whether or not she could catch up with that machine and grab a few more of those gummi treats. Not out of hunger, of course. She was quite full.
More than full, actually. The sensation of being pleasantly full had come and gone, now replaced with being overstuffed. Jules fidgeted, tugging at her hoodie. And feeling resistance. She glimpsed downwards, barely able to tell, but almost certain that her stomach had actually bloated outwards, to say nothing of her bust. She could feel her bra straps digging into her flesh slightly.
A sense of dread hit the young woman as she hastened her retreat from the desiccated candy room, an unfamiliar jiggle entering her step as she broke into a light jog. There was a dim light emanating from the passage that the machine had disappeared through, allowing Jules take take full stock of what was happening to her.
The woman yelped. Somewhere between the bush and here, she had turned green. From the tips of her fingers to the patches of skin showing through the more threadbare portions of her jeans, to the steadily swelling ring of skin that was poking up between her pants and hoodie. She had turned a bright green. The same colour....
The same colour as the candy that she had so impulsively consumed. Jules gasped. How could this be happening? How could she even stop it?
Her stomach gurgled and leaped forward another few inches. She staggered as she felt a tightness enter the seat of her jeans, her swelling ass pressing into the denim and causing the inflexible stitches to creak in protest. She looked around for any options. For a way out.
Then she noticed a first aid kit kit lying on the wall to the right of the exit, right next to a small map of the floor she was on. She hastened over to it, trying to ignore the extra weight she was hefting around. The small white box had been picked clean, but the inside of the door carried some useful information:
In event of emergency, use orange injection. If resupply is needed, consult Lab 4
This sure as hell felt like an emergency. Julia wasn't sure if this was an allergic reaction or what, but she certainly didn't want to see how far it would go. Grunting, she checked the adjacent map. Lab 4 looked to be a fair distance away, but if she took a shortcut through a large space marked “Stock Room Alpha” she'd hopefully get there before....
Julia felt a coolness spread across her stomach as her distended green belly made contact with the wall. She shuddered and hastened her exit.
The thoroughfare surrounding the bloated girl seemed to mock her, impeding her progress with it's sheer expansiveness. Jules kept herself busy with the directions she had memorized; “Two rights, one left, exit storage room on the right, then a left”
It helped her keep her mind off of the increased waddle that her growing body had forced into her gait, and the fact that she had had to unhook her bra and unzip her hoodie to allow her swollen breasts room to grow. Her simple white t-shirt was beginning to look more and more like a tube top, exposing a developing acre of bright green cleavage.
Finally, the wide doors of Stock Room Alpha presented themselves to Julia. She actually had to shoulder through them sideways to avoid bumping into them with her huge stomach.
The space before her was massive, a tiered ceiling hanging at least a hundred feet over head. It looked like the kind of place to store airplanes not...
Jules tried to observe the contents of the chamber in the dim, ambient light. It was packed with bulbous shapes, some slightly misshapen but mostly broad spheres in a plethora of colours, from what she could make out. The thought of wriggling between these odd...storage tanks filled Jules with dread. Maybe there was another way?
The button of her jeans burst, sailing through the air in a short arc before pinging off the floor and rolling away into the darkness. Screw it.

Jules waddled in between a towering red sphere that had a surprisingly yielding surface and a stiffer brown orb that she could swear was made of chocolate. She manoeuvred around a huge yellow mass that smelled faintly of citrus and wriggled her way past a soft white blob that almost overpowered her with the scent of vanilla. It was only when faced with the prospect of squeezing between a large tan shape and particularly gravid purple ball that she took a moment to inspect a slight deformation on the tan one's surface. She hesitantly raised her flashlight to double check as the pit fell out of her ever widening stomach.
The sole of a foot, and five bloated toes, was barely protruding from the round behemoth. As she began to process this, the colossal purple orb to her left....grunted. Jules whirled around, facing the source of the noise and collided with the bloated, tan shape. It whimpered. Horrified, Jules fell away from them, running through the multicoloured maze. She could feel her own bulk , her stomach, her ass, even her breasts, brushing up against the inflated...things all around her, each point of contact illiciting another moan or grunt that added to the chorus around her. She collided with a huge blue sphere, the taut, fleshy surface reverberating at the impact. There was a grunt and from somewhere over the horizon of it's bulk, a dark blue liquid trickled down, tracing a winding line of violet on it's way to the floor. It smelled sweet and tangy, like juice.
Her eyes darted back and forth, searching for a way out and being rewarded with the soft red glow of an exit sign reflecting against the sugary sheen of what looked like a massive eclair.
She shouldered her way between the huge pastry and another sweet smelling blue sphere, extricating her own considerable bulk  and making a break for the door that would lead her back to the halls. Her breath spent, Jules doubled over, panting.

“Almost...there” She huffed, struggling to remember the directions from the map. Was it two lefts and a right? Two rights and....
As she finally stood up with considerable difficulty, her jeans announced their resignation with several loud rips, all but disintegrating off of her legs. She stood there, sweating and exhausted. Her entire body felt sticky, and the hoodie she had put on wasn't helping. With considerable effort, Jules extricated herself from the suffocating sweater, the knapsack and her obsolete brassiere, creating a pile on the floor.
Clad in only her panties and overtaxed t-shirt at this point, Julie's body had fully assumed it's natural shape; A colossal green belly resting on tree-trunk legs and balanced out by a wide ass. She'd feel like a minuscule torso balancing on top of a wobbling sea of green flesh if it weren't for he massive breasts, pressing up into her chin thanks to the confines of her shirt. She looked down at her own bulk and the bloated shapes in front of her as she pushed her way through the exit doors.

Jules backed into the wall behind her far sooner than she should have. Her large, yielding bottom pressing up against the cold flagstones. She shivered, both at the temperature and the sensation of there being enough of her own body to create that much feedback. She stepped away, feeling her bulbous ass return to it's normal wobbling shape. The stitches of her panties creaked tenuously.
“F-fantastic” She grunted, setting out at a slow, thunderous pace. It wasn't long before her own weight had caused her shoes to come apart from her hefty steps, socks following suit as their tortured elastics surrendered to the width of her calves.
“R-right...left....ru-right” She grunted as mobility started to leave her knees. Her own midsection had grown so large that it was starting to sink down between her legs.  She tried to ignore it as her last shred of underwear came away with a sad pop of it's final seams. The cool breeze against her rear cheeks felt almost refreshing, even though the sticky sheen hadn't left her skin. The same delicious sugary flavour that had first gotten Jules into this mess flooded her mouth as her lips inflated into a garish pucker. She smacked them, appreciating the taste.
“Taste...taste's good” she murmured as a slight green haze entered her vision.
Jules had begun to paw at her swollen breasts, which were resting comfortably on her belly, with her increasingly hard to move arms by the time she located the red door of Lab 4. Touching them felt good, and every time she managed to locate one of her stiffened nipples it sent another ticklish surge of pleasure to her brain, causing her to giggle in spite of herself. There was no way that her fattened arms could reach over her own body, so she merely pushed her bulk up against the door, feeling her belly and breasts mash against the cold metal as her t-shirt finally gave up the ghost in the face of this assault.
Jules stood past the doors in the comparatively small lab, huge, green and naked, save her black hat that had clung on despite everything. She had arrived.
Now what had she come here for again? Jules struggled to remember, contemplatively massaging her belly with swollen fingers. Something about....emergency. Oranges? Orange. That was it. A large floodlight over the door shot a bright patch of light against the far wall, illuminating a small box filled with simple orange syringes. There.
She slowly shuffled forward,  her massive crotch brushing the ground and sending a tickling wave of sensation through her body with every heavy, grunting step that caused her gelatinous body to ripple. Urgency became more and more of a distant concept to the gooey mind of Julia Marks, ideas rising to the surface of her consciousness like air bubbles through thick corn syrup. Finally, her legs could no longer support her own bulk and they splayed beneath her. Her body quaked, her expanse casting a large, green tinged shadow against the far wall.
She shifted again. Maybe....Even words were coming slower to her now.....could she even move?
“Need....better” She burbled, reaching out in front of her with stubby arms and half-formed hands.
Summoning whatever energy and will she had left, Jules thrust her body in a forward direction, pudgy legs kicking at the ground and swollen breasts wobbling with the momentum. She almost felt victory from the sensation of her bulk sliding across the floor ever so slightly. She probably would have felt it more if her senses hadn't been absolutely blasted with the pleasure of her undercarriage dragging it's along the ground. Her eyes lolled back in her head as she quaked in place, her body rippling again.
“One...more” She groaned through bloated cheeks, her pursed lips curling into the closest approximation of a smile she could muster. Jules brought her head back as far as she could muster and shifted her weight towards her bloated hindquarters, finally bringing it back and mashing her crotch against the floor and sending another scrambling wave of pleasure through her entire body.
“M....more” She grunted, repeating the motion as best as she could and being rewarded with another crashing haze of ecstasy that rose up from her nethers and spread through the rest of her body.
She continued rocking, only stopping when her gravid breasts pushed themselves against her cheeks, when her massive belly rested the entirety of it's weight against the floor and her huge buttocks had grown to the point of making any attempt at movement pointless. Any window of mobility she might have had was utterly and irrevocably closed.
Jules slowly blinked, raising her wobbling hands up into her narrowing cone of vision. Her own gravid breasts dominated her perspective, but she could still make out the thick, barely functional limbs that may have once been arms. Bloated, quickly vanishing nubs were all that were left of her fingers, rendering her arms vestigal stumps that she could only wiggle and use to paw at her body.
She glanced upwards at the wall in front of her, at the out of reach box mounted on it, and wondered when it had all turned green. The floodlight remained on, shining straight through her huge, translucent body and bathing the wall in a wash of emerald.
Jules the gummi blob fondled at her breasts as best she could, grunting happily.

“Unauthorized ingredient located in Lab 4” a tinny speaker sounded out. Even the vibrations of the noise  made Julie's soft flesh ripple ever so slightly, much to her delight.
The far door opened, allowing a robotic forklift to trundle into the room. The overfilled candy grunted as she felt the long, cold tines of the cargo-lifter slide underneath her bulk. The gears churned and whined at the weight of their burden, but Jules felt a sudden draft of air underneath herself as she was finally lifted free of the floor. She flapped her useless limbs as her boneless body pleasingly wobbled with movement, carrying her away from the box on the wall and back into the halls of the factory.
“Returning product to Stock Room 1 for storage and re-purposing” the fading voice on the speaker declared as she was carried away.
Jules searched her sugar-drenched mind for anything to say at this final declaration of her fate. A single thought popped into her mind.
“Sss....Sweet”