Valentina Ramirez wasn't just a health and nutrition blogger; she was the health and nutrition blogger. Sporting nearly a million subscribers, her site was regarded as the best place to turn to for fitness news.

Naturally, she took it upon herself to research every new trend in the field, so when Wonka Candy boasted that it was developing a fruit chew that was as healthy as eating fruit, she knew she had to visit.

Cut to today, where she attentively listened to the owner, Willy Wonka himself, prattle on about safety measures.

"So, and I cannot stress this enough, you must please obey the rules while in this facility. There are so many, so many children who fail to pay attention to this one rule, and they never leave the same."

Valentina smiled at him, laughing earnestly. "I can imagine; Mister Wonka. But, as you well know, I am no child." She motioned to her curvy body, a spark of irritation flitting across her brain as she realized that he didn't seem at all interested in her.

"Well, yes, but I like to err on the side of caution. After all, we are all children at heart." He smiled, uttering what was no doubt a well-worn platitude. The man turned on his heel and gestured to the large and tropical room that surrounded them, a boyish smile spread across his features.

"This is where we make our Tropicandy. Only the juiciest of fruits are used in the making of these fruit chews, to ensure a pint of pleasure in each morsel."

"A pint?" Valentina asked, flipping open her notebook and jotting that down. "Is that an accurate measurement? The chews seem so small!"

Wonka spun towards her with a wide grin, eyes twinkling. "Ah, yes! But that is the magic of it all! Our special chews are all infused with Juicimax, a special compound only used by the Impa-Sheika tribe off of South America; and the strange farmers of the distant land of Florida."

Valentina chuckled appreciatively at the joke, before realizing that the man was completely serious. "Hold on... So you're telling me that you have some way of making each of these fruit chews produce a pint of juice, with each one?"

The man nodded, looking back to the tropical trees with a smile. "Give or take. My Oompa-Loompas harvest the very essence of each of the fruit we grow, and we proceed to infuse them, and the Juicimax, into our chews. The result is that the more liquid that surrounds the chew, the more it produces. It's really quite fascinating, and I'm sure there's an excellent graph of it somewhere."

"I'm sure..." Valentina said slowly, her curiosity piqued. "Tell me... Do you have any samples available for me today?"

Wonka clapped his hands and nodded eagerly, almost toppling his top hat as he did. "Of course! That's the best part, we have one tangerine sample fully prepared, just for you." He reached into his pocket and brought out a wax-covered morsel.

Valentina reached for it, only to pause as Wonka snatched his hand away. "But first, I should warn you," he began, utter seriousness in his gaze for the first time since she'd met him, "you must not swallow this candy. Chew it and let it dissolve on its own if you must, but please do not swallow."

"You're the first man to tell me that." Valentina sniggered, her chuckles dying as the man failed to respond to her joke. "Anyways..." She reached for the candy, pulling at a little tab in the candy's coating and unwrapping it.

"It's really sweet that you chose my favorite fruit, thank you." She added, popping the morsel in her mouth.

From the first chew, Valentina knew she had something special. A rich, juicy sweetness filled her mouth; as though she'd bitten into a slice of a particularly ripe tangerine. "Mn!" She moaned, her hand fluttering to her lips as a blush crept across her cheeks.

How long had it been since she'd eaten something that gave her such a reaction? Since she was a child? Had she ever been so pleasantly surprised by a snack? The woman beamed at the mad candy inventor, feeling her mouth fill with juice.

"Ah! I'd swallow soon if I were you! While the candy gets smaller with every bite, there's no real limit on how much juice you can build up!" He laughed anxiously, looking to her with interest.

She obeyed quickly, gulping down a mouthful of miraculously cool juice. It was a wonderfully cool and crisp sensation, and it made her wish for more. Still, she had a job to do; and Valentina chewed the candy a few times in quick succession, her eyes widening as she realized her every bite halved the size of the candy.

"Oh my God! It works!" She exclaimed, spitting a little bit of juice from her mouth as she spoke. She blushed a little harder at that, wiping at her chin and letting the juice build in her mouth once more.

How much juice could she build up in her cheeks? A curious thought entered her mind, and the woman let the liquid begin to pool in her mouth, only for her eyes to bulge as her cheeks were full to bursting in seconds, as though she was sucking on a garden hose. A thin stream of orange nectar squirted from her pursed lips, and she squeaked in surprise.

"Having fun? I would probably drink now, unless you want to start gushing like a fire hydrant." The candyman smiled, and Valentina nodded in agreement.

The brunette closed her eyes and tilted her head back, channeling skills she'd picked up in college to gulp down all the juice in her mouth, swallowing it whole only to burp as the displaced air came rushing up again.

She looked back to Willy Wonka with a smile, patting her belly. "Man, that was something else!" She worked her jaw a little to try and chew the candy some more, only to find it wasn't tucked against her back wisdom teeth like she'd meant it to be.

Her eyes widened, and she trailed her tongue along her lower lip, wondering if it had gotten stuck somewhere.

"Uh-oh." Said her companion, a frown on his face as he took a nervous step back from her. "I'm afraid that you may have just done exactly as I said you shouldn't." His eyes were focused on her midriff, and his hands wringing at one another anxiously.

"Huh?" Valentina asked, following his gaze only to squeak in surprise. Her belly looked a little chubby now, her six-pack traded for a beer barrel of a gut. "Wait, what's happening?" She exclaimed, pressing her hands into her stomach to find them sinking into it with ease, as though it was filled with liquid.

Or juice...

The thought slipped through her mind and brought with it an immediate chill, and she looked up to Willy Wonka with wide eyes. "What happens if I swallow the gum?" She asked, her mind immediately flitting to a notable case that swept its way along the internet: the tale of Violet Beauregarde.

"Well, it's not really gum..." Wonka replied, a small, anxious smile on his face. "Though the effects are quite similar to early tests of one of such products."

"Similar?" Valentina screeched, only to moan as her fattening frame jiggled, stretching her clothes until they were painfully taut along her form. She let out a squeak of distress; then a whimper of panic as the discomfort began to ebb.

She could only imagine what sort of change was dulling the pain of her cloth, though it didn't need to remain in her imagination for long. A glance down to her exposed gut revealed that it was losing its smooth texture, trading it instead for a mottled, orange hide.

It was an appearance quite in common with the fruit that graced the tropical trees around them, and the changing woman screamed with realization. "Am I becoming a tangerine!?"

"Oh, I'd certainly imagine so." Wonka chuckled, placing a hand on her belly.

The motion sent an unusual warmth through Valentina's body, and she shuddered with a low moan. "Gnnhh! What was that?" She blinked repeatedly, falling to her knees as her expanding stomach grew too heavy for them to hold.

Her body was getting heavier and heavier; rounder and rounder. Like a balloon being inflated, her expanding belly's curve soon moved to her hips and even to her collar, expanding both to give her a rounder and rounder appearance.

She looked positively chubby now, though not in a human fashion. While normal fat would hang off of her form thanks to gravity’s merciless force, this expansion made her look more round. It was like she’d been stuffed with an ever-expanding ball, one whose growth had no end in sight.

This brought with it a new set of aches and cramps, as Valentina's arms were forced to her sides, and-more importantly-her legs were forced into a split. Her spread thighs and growing bulk were mashing her groin against the ground, bringing a strange pleasure to the change.

It felt like when Wonka had run his hand along her belly, only this was so much more intense. Her eyelids fluttered as she took in a deep and shuddering breath, a sigh that necessitated a roll of her shoulders just to express how pleasurable it was.

"My dear, are you..." The onwer of the factory looked to her with wide eyes, his surprise plainly written across his features. "Could you possibly be aroused right now?"

Valentina wanted to preserve her modesty and say no, but she couldn't deny the juicy, rich feeling coming from between her legs. Already her stretched pants felt sodden and cool with juice, and she groaned as another jiggling wave of change across her form bounced her plump, pulpy pussy against the ground.

She could feel herself beginning to succumb to lust, a fate that in truth was hardly the worst that could befall her. "Nhhyess..." She purred loudly, groaning as the ravenous rind began to cloak more and more of her body, a nice and thick peel that split the seams of her clothes wherever it grew.

"Fascinating!" The choclatier clapped his hands together, his eyes twinkling with inspiration. "Until now, the only people to have been fruitified have been Oompa-Loompas, who hardly feel the same desires us humans do!"

Valentina groaned with sensation and moved her hands to cup at her breasts, only to find her chest suspiciously smooth, a round rind having replaced her mammaries not long ago. To her surprise, she found that this didn't bother her nearly as much as she knew it should have.

Instead, it sent an odd thrill through her body; a strange pleasure at the prospects of becoming something different. Wasn't her entire fitness quest around finding the perfect form? And wasn't this fruity, round body far more perfect than her human one?

Her mind recoiled at the thoughts as soon as they'd flitted through her head, and Valentina's eyes widened. "Please! You have to help me! Is there anything you can do to undo this?" She moaned, bouncing in place and wiggling her limbs as she continued to grow.

The thick, fat flesh of her new body grew bigger and bigger with her protests, swallowing her arms and legs up to her elbows and knees. She squirmed and squealed as she could feel herself losing her mobility; then her gut began to gurgle and a new horror overtook her.

She now looked like more of a fruit than a person, her body so round and orange; her limbs fruitlessly wriggling about in an attempt to control her fat body. It was like she was a caricature of a person now, her round and fruity body more citrus than human.

Ignorant of the strange sensation assailing her stomach, Wonka regarded her question with a frown. After all, it was a good one; and one that merited an answer. "I don't know." He said decisively, after mulling it over. "Honestly, we haven't been altogether successful in restoring our changed Oompa Loompas, though perhaps..."

As he began to speak of 'candification' techniques that sailed far over Valentina's head, the juice that was so surely filling her form began to rush up her throat, as though some spigot had been turned on within her.

"Mister Wonka, pl-phhbbblt!" Her words were drowned out as a gushing torrent of tangerine juice jetted from her mouth, narrowly missing the suit-clad man by a margin of millimeters. She blushed and gulped hard, forcing down the rising tide of liquid, only for it to find another means of escape.

Rather than spill from her throat, the juice instead decided to spill freely from her saliva ducts... And from her swollen, fruity sex. While there was little she could do about the latter, the former could be solved by constantly gulping down juicy mouthfuls of her drool.

Unfortunately, this had the added effect of expanding her further, her every swallow bringing another wave of growth to her body along with it. This latest inflation was too much for her clothing to withstand, and her fat form shredded it to bits.

On the bright side, it wasn't like she had to cover her modesty. Her exposed body looked just like a round, ripe fruit; abeit one with hands, feet, and a head. However; while her transformed form spared her of shame, it exponentially increased the poor woman's horror, and she shrieked with fear.

"Nooo!" A rich trail of sticky juice trailed past her lips down her round hide, the stream joining the lake of nectar that had spilled from her sopping wet sex. She moaned and angled her head back to gulp down another mouthful of drool, only to let out a scream as she lost the ability to control her neck.

Valentina's swelling orange body had seen to it that her head was fixed staring upwards, and she became vividly aware of the feeling of her human limbs sinking within her hide. Her hands and feet popped within her peel, and she could feel her face sinking down into the top of her body.

"No, no! I don't want this!" She burbled, beyond caring about the fact that she spit juice with every word; that she constantly drooled a stream of tropical flavor. "Please!"

It was her last word as a human, her face slipping within the rind only to dissolve along with the rest of her form. All that was left was a thick, large tangerine; one which continued to expand.

Blinded by her eyeless body, Valentina's only solace from her transformation was within her mind, and even that was beginning to falter. Without the sight of what she'd become, she was able to focus more on the flowing juices from her slavering sex; of how oddly snug she felt within her peel.

But there was no way she could enjoy becoming a fruit-was there? Her mind raced as she felt her sex to slowly seal over, as though it was being zipped shut by some invisible force. It took only a second, and yet it was somehow even more pleasurable than feeling herself gush onto the ground.

It left her blissfully addled, and she soon forgot why she was so concerned in the first place. After all, it felt good to be a squishy, full tangerine... She liked being so juicy and ripe, didn't she?

Just like that, the tables were turned on her human mind; which was rapidly losing the war for control over her thoughts.

A lithe and nimble female body was sexy; but it was so lacking in the constant euphoria of being a fruit. And Valentina loved being a tangerine so much; she might as well call herself Tangerina.

Tangerina... It had a ring to it. She mentally burbled as she renamed herself, too far gone to even think of words. Instead, she dreamed of a pleasant world of being watered and sunbathed; perhaps even one where she could be juiced without being peeled; allowed to refill her fat, fruity frame again and again.

"Oh, well." She heard a voice call from outside her body. "Might as well put her in the garden until I can come up with what to do with her... Perhaps I can sell her juice?"

It was like whoever was speaking had a mental connection with Tangerina, and she could feel herself getting fuller at the thought; rich juice flooding her form and leaving awash in a sea of sweet satisfaction. Yes! She wanted that! She wanted it so much!

"Oompa Loompas? If you'd be so kind, please move her somewhere sunny."

Tangerina let herself sink into the pleasure of being a plump, round tangerine; of feeling her rotund body soak in the light. So gone was she, the fruit completely missed the feeling of a dozen small hands heaving her onto a cart, though she dreamed of her new home.

They sang as they carried her to her destination, a chant which Tangerina ignored for its lack of juicing.

"Oompa Loompa doompety do,
I've got another puzzle for you.
Oompa Loompa doompety dee,
If you are wise, you'll listen to me.

What happens when you forget to chew food,
Besides the fact that it seems very rude?
If you gulp down your whole meal in a lump
Youll need a stomach pump!
Be sure to chew all your food.

Oompa Loompa doompety da,
Have self control, and you will go far.
You will live in happiness too;
Like the Oompa Loompa doompety do!"

And yet, while Tangerina duly ignored the sound of music; there was a quiet, almost-forgotten voice in her mind which screamed in desperation. The last vestiges of Valentina struggled to remain afloat in her juicy mind; only to be drowned by another wave of fruity delight.