Amy sighed, rolling her eyes and lounging back against the nearest… She didn’t really know what it was. ‘Device’ seemed to fit it. Honestly, these factory tours weren’t her jam. That said, some of the attendees certainly were. She winked at a hunky blonde, giggling as the man’s younger brother flushed. Did the kid think that she meant that for him?
The two’s elderly guardian stepped between them and her, shooting Amy a dirty look. She laughed flirtatiously, sending a wink his way. “Don’t worry, old man. There’s plenty of me to go around. Besides, don’t you think the kid could use a good fantasy? Boys of his age…” She spoke with a grin, watching the old man’s scowl deepen.
This was what she lived for, the moments where she could use her natural assets to get a rise out of guys. If that meant making some grandpa upset, then she’d be just fine with that. Filled with such juicy thoughts, the girl turned her attention towards their tour guide. The last thing she wanted was to get kicked from the tour for something dumb like this.
Of course, she also didn’t mind looking at the guide herself. The woman was her competition, after all. Amy normally didn’t look at other women, but Wonka had certainly chosen a standout representative today. Her name was Megan, and she was a buxom Asian-American, with lavender-dyed hair. It matched her purple Wonka uniform in a matter that quite aggravatingly held the eye.
“And this is Mister Wonka’s prized invention, something that he considered to be the absolute pinnacle of machinery.” Megan spoke with a soft smile, motioning towards a device that was indeed impressive. It looked to have dozens of intricately moving parts, and Amy had no idea what its purpose possibly was.
“So, like… This thing makes candy, right?” Amy asked, pushing her way towards the front of the group to get a better look at it. “And like, it’s safe? I remember seeing on the news about something happening to your other guests.”
“Relax.” Megan chuckled. “Those previous works were woefully inefficient compared to today’s technology. Rest assured, nobody’s ending up altered unless they’ve earned it.” Before Amy could ask what ‘earning it’ entailed, Megan switched the machine to life. It whirred loudly and began to clunk, pistons working hard to produce… Something.
At least, Amy assumed it was producing something. She smiled as her guess was proved correct a moment later, a small blue stick of gum falling into Megan’s hand. That said, she couldn’t seem too interested. “Is that all?” The blonde laughed, a grin spreading across her features at the sour look on Megan’s face.
“Is that all? Don’t you have any idea what this is?”
“Well, it’s obviously gum.”
“Half right, as expected.” Megan sighed. “You see, this gum happens to be some of the most special produced in the factory. The original formula was created to create a three-course meal in a single piece.”
“Like steak and potatoes?” The boy Amy had been flirting with earlier asked, his face a picture of innocence.
“It was roast beef, actually.” Megan smiled to him, and Amy felt a pang of jealousy. She was supposed to be the one flirting with guys, not the tour guide!
Acting on impulse, she snatched the gum from the guide’s hand, completely oblivious to the possibility that Megan had intentionally left it so unguarded. They were all looking to her in surprise, and she grinned from ear to ear.
“What?” Amy asked, tossing some hair over her ear. “You heard our guide! She said that all of this was perfectly safe.”
Megan shrugged. “I did mention that. And the original formula was flawed, so we made some adjustments.”
“See? Perfectly safe.” Amy winked to the hunk she’d been flirting with earlier, leaning over to give him a good look at her cleavage. “So, wanna know what this tastes like?” She popped the gum into her mouth, starting to chew.
“Sure, yeah.” He swallowed hard, moving his hands subtly to cover his groin. Amy was sure he didn’t really even know what question she’d asked, which suited her just fine.
“Well, it’s…” Amy blinked. She’d expected it to be salty after a few chews, to have that rich roast beef flavor. But this was sweet, very sweet! It was a syrupy nectar that flooded her mouth and her throat, and left on her palate a particularly fruity taste. “It’s blueberry?”
A chill ran down her spine, and she hurriedly spat the gum into her hand. It was even bluer than it had been before she’d begun to chew, and it left an aqua stain on her hand. Then her eyes widened as she watched the blue color begin to spread across her palm.
“Oh my God!” Amy gasped loudly, her jaw slack. It gave the crowd a perfect look at the inside of her mouth, now a royal shade of blue. They watched as it spread to her lips, then to her nose and chin, then to the rest of her face. Even her hair was changing color, inking blue from root to tip.
“What’s happening to her?” Someone in the crowd called, a voice she didn’t recognize.
“I thought you said this was safe!” Another voice protested.
“I said no such thing!” Megan laughed, pretending to be offended. “I simply said we changed the formula… You see, our juicefilled gumdrops are enhanced all the more by Wonkaberry juice. So we simplified the gum’s process and cut out a few steps.”
“Ah.” The old man spoke with a clear smile in his voice, and Amy looked to him angrily. “And you said that people needed to earn their alterations, meaning Miss Nitwit here just found herself a new shade of skin tone.”
“S-shut up! I’m not a nitwit!” Amy blushed blue. She pressed her hands on her hips, enjoying the fact that the hunk was still checking her out in spite of her new skin tone. “Even if I don’t want to be some blue girl…”
“Blue ‘girl’? Oh, poor dear.” Megan laughed. “You really don’t do so well putting two and two together. You see, I said that we needed more Wonkaberries, and so…” She strolled towards Amy, trailing her hands along the girl’s belly.
Amy squeaked at the intrusion, then groaned as her belly gurgled. “What are you… No, stop…” A blush crept across her features. Something was happening to her, happening to her stomach. She felt so full, like she’d eaten more than her fair share of food, and then some.
Then the gurgling grew louder, and her belly pressed back against Megan’s hands. Her eyes widened and her face blued further, the former blonde turning her eyes towards her stomach. It was swelling out, stretching over her waistband and giving her a top a muffin would be jealous of.
“N-no! This can’t be real, this can’t be happening!” Amy wailed, hearing the sound of juice sloshing within her belly, thick pulpy pudge swelling her further and further. She could feel herself getting heavier, a sensation she’d never dreamed of experiencing.
“And yet it somehow is.” Megan chuckled.
“Please, get the juice out of me!”
“Juice?” Megan laughed. “It’s not juice, it’s pulp. Silly dear, juice would make you look like some sort of water balloon. You’d be soft, squishy, but you wouldn’t really make any more of it, would you? Once we squeezed you, that would be it. Pulp, on the other hand… Well, that makes you into a private little juice factory.”
“N-no…” Amy sniffled, her puffed cheeks jiggling in time with the motion. She looked down, forcing herself to see how fat she was getting. Much to her surprise, it didn’t hang on her body like pudge. Rather, this pulp seemed to be less affected by gravity, leaving her positively round.
“Wow, she’s such a blimp!” The boy laughed, clapping his hands.
“Hey, that’s not nice. Besides, she’s more of a ball.” His older brother scolded him.
Amy’s lower lip quivered. “I’m not a ball! Shut up!” She shouted, shaking her head from side to side. Even as she tried to deny it, her arms slowly began to lift from her sides, forced higher by the bulging bulk of her berry body.
“Well, if you’re not a ball…” Megan purred. “Then why are you so bouncy?” She pressed her hands against the back of Amy’s body and gave the girl a quick push, rolling her forward. Amy squeaked loudly, falling from her position and outright bouncing off the ground, her round body giving her a vertical lift from the impact.
“She’s a regular superball berry! A superberry!”
“A ‘superberry’? Come on, look at those juicy spots she’s leaving on her every bounce! She’s definitely more of a sloshball!”
“You’re both wrong! She’s totally a plumppulp blimpbutt!”
Amy heard all the crowd’s comments and shuddered, rocking her massively bloating body. Sweet, sticky tears dripped down her cheeks as her bouncing stilled. It didn’t slow her change in the slightest, her round body now beginning to envelop her arms and her legs. She was so soft, so large, so… spherical!
“Help me!” She pleaded, moaning as her cheeks plumped further, giving them a perpetually puffed appearance. Her tongue felt thicker in her mouth, and she struggled to speak around it. “Pughleath! Nuh wannuh be uh berry!”
“Well, I didn’t want someone to interrupt my tour, so it looks like both of us aren’t getting everything we desired today.” Megan laughed, walking down from her podium towards Amy. Her hips sashsayed as she moved, and the purple-haired woman sent a sidelong glance to the crowd. “At this point, I’d like all younger viewers to avert their gazes. I’m about to have some fun with our new berry.”
Amy quivered in fear, then quivered with something different altogether. She hadn’t noticed earlier, but now… Now she was able to feel just how heavily her blimpy body was pressing against her most sensitive of places. More and more juice-soaked pulp filled her, glushing and sloshing within her body as she wiggled her round hips against the floor.
“Mnnnuhh… Berry feelth good…” Amy drooled onto her shirt, eyes glazing. She sounded dumb, and with good reason. Already thoughts of her humanity were slipping away, replaced by an existence that was so perfectly round. The girl began to rock back and forth, soaking her right yoga pants with the blue of her arousal.
“See, fertile berries make the most juice.” Megan said with an arrogant laugh. “And right now, Amybloomph here is positively ready for a juicing. I think that she’ll find herself more than a little receptive to it, as a matter of fact.”
“Amybloomph…” Amy groaned, her orb and a belly glooshing, pulp swirling as she began to masturbate as only berries can. Someone in the tour group called her a nitwit, but she didn’t know the meaning of the word anymore. All she knew was that her large, glushy body was pressed against her most sensitive of places, and that it felt perfect…
“Of course,” Megan called loudly, loud enough to break Amy from her berry reverie. “It wouldn’t be much of a tour without our special helpers would it? Everyone, give a hand to our lovely Loompas.”
Amy looked to her left and right as diminutive orange-skinned men jogged around her, surrounding her. She wiggled her hands and feet from the massive sphere that was her form, but could do little else. They moved in closet towards her, and as they did, they started to sing…
Listen close, listen to me
And hear the tale of poor Amy
This horny girl, she saw no wrong
Screwing, screwing, screwing, screwing,
Screwing, screwing all day long.
Screwing, screwing all day long
Screwing, screwing all day long
Screwing, screwing all day long.
She wanted looks, she wanted stares
So Amy went out on a dare
And so the nitwit went to chew
And too late learned she would turn blue
Chewing, chewing, all day long.
Blueing, blueing, all day long.
Chewing, blueing all day long
She bounces and moans in dismay
Then falls to a familiar sway
For her a heat’s taken control
And for that Amy starts to roll
In doing so, she’ll lose her mind
And succumb to her a pulpy rind
Screwing, blueing all day long
Screwing, blueing all day long.
Screwing, chewing, blueing,
Screwing, chewing, blueing
All day long!
The chant was enough to leave Amy a rolling, drooling mess, and she made a sound somewhere between a groan of ecstasy and a moan of fulfillment. The Loompas pressed their small hands against her round body, their palms sinking into her flesh. Then she began to roll, the pressure on her pussy relieving itself for a moment before re-establishing it as her ball of a body came full-circle.
But apparently the song wasn’t enough for Megan, who tutted. “Call me old-fashioned, but I’m more of a fan of the classics. Could you please leave us with something a little more traditional? Maybe even an extra round of it, if you’d like.”
The Loompas looked to one another, then shrugged. Some of them leapt atop Amy’s body, bouncing atop her as they began to sing again, this time more of a musical chant.
Oompa Loompa Doompety Do
I’ve got another riddle for you
Oompa Loompa Doompety Dee
If you are wise you’ll listen to me.
What do you get when an attention whore
Decides that she wants just a bit more?
What lengths do you think this girl would stoop to?
Would she steal gum and start to chew?
(As a spoiler, yes she does)
Poor Amy now finds herself round
Being rolled and bounced across the ground
Though it looks like she’s just as loose
Given all that dripping, sloshing blue juice!
Oompa Loompa Doompet Durse
As requested, we’ve a second verse.
Oompa Loompa Doompety Dee
Detailing the tale of our new berry.
Full of pulp, Amy will need to be squeezed,
Juice dripping from her sex as she’s pleased
Our juicer’s the height of technology
Leaving Amy in ecstasy!
(In a sense a happy end)
Oompa Loompa Doompety Dah
Listen to us and you will go far
You will live in happiness too
And avoid becoming ever so blue!
With that, Amy’s berry folds clenched, and she lewdly moaned, glushing out her first dose of berry bliss before she could even be hooked up to the juicer. Despite her transformation, she felt an odd, numbly warm sort of pleasure. Maybe being a berry wasn’t so bad…