Britney enjoyed working for the Fruit Association’s Rights Troupe, a well-meaning group with some rather unfortunate business cards. Unfortunately, she wasn’t exactly their greatest asset. The girl was habitually late, a bit of an airhead, and rather too much of a nitwit to be anywhere near punctual.
Perhaps that was why she found herself nearly an hour late to the group’s latest protest, though doubtless she’d blame something like ‘needing to stop for gas on the way there’. The blonde shifted her sunglasses with a small quirk of her lips, noticing that she was the one in front of the factory—or, rather, that she was the only person.
The entrance to the factory was polluted with dozens of Wonka’s Oompa Loompa assistants, all of them rolling what looked like oversized berries to and fro. They seemed to have little sense of direction where to meander, despite the frantic arm-waving of a short redhead.
“Come on, move it! Clean up those signs and clothes before you get to rolling! Otherwise those dumb berries are just going to get stuck on their old belongings!” The woman called, huffing. She sported a pair of glasses too, though Britney got the impression that she wore them more out of necessity than any fashion choice.
Britney studied the woman intently, doing her best to plan a way to greet her. After a few seconds, she gave up and waved eagerly. “Hi!” She said, finding a way to add three syllables to a two-letter word. “I’m Britney! I’m also one of the protestors, would you mind pointing me to where I should go?”
The redhead gave a rather good impression of a fish out of water, opening and closing her mouth wordlessly for a few seconds. Eventually, her composure returned to her, and the woman nodded to herself. “A late arrival, then?”
“I don’t like to think of things in terms of ‘early’ or ‘late’. Come to think of it, I also don’t really like to think of things in general.” Britney hummed, swaying her ample hips from side to side. She earned more than a few looks from the nearby Loompa brigade, and gave a few of them winks for good measure.
“Right.” The woman cleared her throat. Britney realized she was being impolite to the business-dressed woman, so she gave her a friendly wink with both eyes, for good measure. It didn’t really seem to clear up the woman’s confusion, but at least she offered a hand. “I’m Nikki, one of Wonka’s head supervisors. I’m in charge of the Fruit Acquisition Division.”
“Whoa, what a coincidence! I’m part of the Fruit Association Rights Troupe!” Britney giggled by way of reply. She took the woman’s hand, shaking it eagerly, then blinked as she felt a strange pebble in her palm. She looked down to find what looked like a hard candy, one that twinkled blue.
Nikki opened her mouth to reply, only for Britney to continue talking, popping the candy into her mouth. “Thanks! I guess this is one of the things that we’re here to protest about? I mean, I think I should be eating it, right? Right. Can’t really complain about something unless you know what it is, right?” She babbled contentedly, savoring the flavor.
It was a deliciously sweet morsel, and one that somehow managed to convey all the sense of flavor that came from biting into a blueberry. It was sweet, delectable, and surprisingly tender for something that started as a hard candy. Now it was almost organically squishy, and Britney pointed to her jaw with raised eyebrows. “Hey, is this gum?”
“It’s something like that.” Nikki replied. She seemed to be much more in her element now that her visitor was snacking on a Wonka product, and Britney grinned happily. The redhead returned the blond’s grin with a smirk, tapping the side of her nose.
Britney repeated the motion, blissfully ignorant that as she did, a faint hue of blue was creeping along the outside of her nose. “Huh? What’s this for? Is this like, a signal or something?”
Nikki sighed. “No, you nitwit. I’m telling you to look at your nose.”
“My nose? What’s up with that?” She tried to cross her eyes, holding a finger before her face and bringing it closer until her vision naturally crossed. Dimly aware of the fact that the redhead was chuckling, Britney managed to get a look at the blue object that sat square on her face.
“I don’t know, you tell me.” Nikki began, only to pause. “On second thought, I don’t think you have the time to do that. Britney, dear, you’re turning violet.”
“What are you talking about?” Britney gasped, her face flushing.
It felt like she was blushing, but this was less warm than it was cool. There was a rich and tingling sensation to it, one that it was easy for her to lose herself to. She pressed her fingers to her cheeks with a gentle moan, enjoying the feeling of how easily her cheeks squished.
“Stage one bloomph, of course. Pardon the technical term, I’m sure you’ll soon be intimately associated with the process.” Nikki replied, moving close to Britney and pressing her hands against the woman’s hips.
Having her cheeks squished was like a quick peck from a lover’s lips. In contrast, feeling her hips getting hugged and held was like the most intense liplock of her life. Britney groaned and slumped against Nikki’s smaller frame, wiggling her butt as she felt the blue creep across her body from head to toe.
“So good…” Britney gasped, her ample chest hiking. She wriggled her hips to feel them get squeezed a bit more, and to her delight it worked. It was almost as though her body was expanding, eager to receive more of this pampering.
“Welcome to stage two.” Nikki purred, trailing her hands from Britney’s hips to her belly. The girl let out a faint whimper of longing, only to replace the sound with a contented moan. Her stomach swelled, filling with what felt like a sloshy sort of air.
“Y… You’re making me blow up like a balloon…” Britney whimpered, torn between staring at her swelling stomach and squeezing her eyes shut with pleasure.
“Oh, sweet thing… You’re a little mistaken there. You see, balloons get filled with air. Meanwhile, you are getting filled with juice.”
“Juice?”
Britney found it hard to believe, even though she was living such an inflation. She was getting so round and taut, puffing up from head to toe. Rather than the flabby weight she’d have expected from such growth, she was becoming round as a ball. And, much like a ball, she was smooth and delectably squeezable.
“Aw, it’s like you’re a pulpy stress ball.” Nikki smirked, bringing her hands around Britney’s wrist. Despite her smaller size, she was still able to stand on her tiptoes and lift the blond’s arms above her head.
This was the signal for that swelling to grow all the more intense, and Britney faintly bounced with pleasure, wiggling her arms and legs and sloshing the gallons of juice within her body. She moaned as she felt her ball of a body swallow her arms and legs, enveloping them like a warm hug.
“You know, you really should be waving those a bit more. Enjoy the sensation, while you can.” Nikki purred with delight, taking a step back from the swelling girl. Britney’s growth finally grew to the point where she was getting larger than the woman before her, and she dimly realized that she was looking like some kind of blueberry.
“You’re making me into a fruit!” Britney tried to flail as angrily as she could, which translated to a gentle flapping of her hands and feet alike.
“And here I didn’t think you’d realize.”
Britney quivered, groaning with the swelling, full, delightful sensations her new body was absolutely flooded with. All she could feel was content and warmth in equal measures, and the blue ball of a girl sputtered insensately.
“No… Stop!” Even if it felt good, she didn’t want to be some sort of fruit! She’d been such an attractive girl just moments ago, and now looked like an elephant-sized blueberry. “No bigger!”
Thinking was getting harder, like she was drunk on juice. It made sense, after a fashion: after all, her brain was swimming in the stuff now. Her eyes glazed over, and Britney giggled with a vapid dimwittedness. “Bigger… No… Stop… No stop, make bigger…”
“Your wish is our command.” Nikki hummed, chuckling. “I thought that these berybombs would have a good effect on miscreants as yourself, but who’d have thought that they’d be such a success? It seems that the thinner and dumber the test subject, the bigger they get. Because you… Are positively majestic.”
Britney didn’t really understand the words that were coming out of the small person’s mouth, but she savored the sensation of the even smaller Loompas’ hands on her sides. They started to heave and ho, pushing with all their might and sinking their hands into her sides.
Slowly but surely, the berry started to roll. She was big and round, and every time she turned head over foot the juice sloshed from one end of her body to the other. She could feel the delectable flavor giving momentum to her bouncily taut form, and wondered what the factory had next in store.