(F to Blueberry)

Liberty tilted her head, before popping the gum into her mouth. “So… Like, this is supposed to help me get a job here, right?”

“Hm? Sure. Just keep chewing, and tell me what you taste.” The little orange man didn’t so much as lift an eyebrow.

That wasn’t good. Liberty knew that she had to get the Oompa Loompa’s attention if she wanted a job. Which meant that she had to get into the role, really get into it. Even if the gum didn’t taste like much of anything at present.

“Oh wow!” She mimed surprise, and the Loompa glanced up from his notes. Her heart skipped a beat at the sudden attention, and she smirked. “It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever tasted! It’s so sweet, yet so minty!”

“Ma’am,” the Loompa began, “I’m going to need you to take this seriously. No offense, but I can tell that you’re overacting. The best way for you to land a job with us is to… Well, you know. Act natural.”

“Sure…” Liberty said, not entirely convinced.

The Loompa sighed, drumming his fingers on his desk. He pursed his lips, then sighed, looking up to the blonde’s eyes. “Listen, I’m serious. You know how you applied for this interview, right?”

“Mhmm,” replied Liberty with a munch. She was starting to taste something now, come to think of it. However, it wasn’t like it was the greatest thing she’d ever tasted, so she didn’t mention it.

“Well, we selected you for a reason. You don’t just choose a workplace, the workplace chooses you too.”

Liberty kept chewing, intrigued by his words and by the flavor that was unmistakably blueberry. Her nose tingled slightly, and she itched it. For some reason, that seemed to make the Loompa rather happy.

“And, in choosing you, we made sure to select someone with ideal traits,” the Loompa continued. His small smile only grew, and he began to scribble notes down faster and faster still.

“Traits like what? By the way, I think I’m starting to taste something…”

The Loompa acted as though he didn’t hear the second part of her statement. “Well, you know… There’s certain traits that our gum reacts to. We learned that larger folk tend to have less room to grow in their lives, so someone skinny would be the ideal.”

Liberty didn’t follow. She itched at her nose again, then paused as she noticed a blue tint creeping from her wrists to her fingers. “H-hey, hold on… I’m… I’m turning blue. That can’t be right, can it?”

“And, on top of that, you don’t want someone who can easily put two and two together. For some reason, the gum prefers to take the unwary completely by surprise. Maybe it’s because it’s related to Mister Wonka? He always loves to try to drag the fantasyless into a world of pure imagination.”

Liberty’s breath hitched in her chest. A growing anxiety swelled in her bosom, like she was trapped in a world two sizes too small. Her faux smile faded, but she kept working her jaw. “Please, seriously. What’s happening to me?”

“Why, isn’t it obvious?” The orange man chuckled. Despite his diminutive stature, he was acting like the tallest person in the room.

A gurgling rush swirled in Liberty’s belly. It was like she’d chugged a thick, juicy drink. Every one of her motions made her gut turn, as though there was a gallon of liquid sloshing about inside her. The girl struggled to answer him and come to peace with the sensation in her stomach.

“N-no, not really.” She giggled nervously, hiccupping. The motion sent a shudder through her body, and with a loud gurgle, her thighs swelled. It was like her skin was bubbling up, jiggling like gelatin as she swelled. In seconds, she’d gone from possessing a trimmed yoga butt to a set of thunder thighs.

The orange man hopped onto his desk, as though the interview had turned into a stage. Perhaps for him, it had. Liberty remembered reading some article about how Loompas got more dramatic around transforming people. But… She couldn’t be transforming, could she? She wasn’t even in the factory. Right?

The Loompa answered her question, throwing his head back with a laugh. “You’re blowing up!”

Her belly gurgled and shuddered, rippling like a belly dancer and swelling like a sumo wrestler. A low burp slipped from Liberty’s lips, and her blue cheeks colored purple with embarrassment. As if the sound wasn’t bad enough, her belly was bloating, filling, stretching.

The girl’s trendy top was no match for her expansion, and neither were her short shorts. They stretched for a moment, giving her enough muffin tops to fill a bakery. Then, seams popped like the opening shots of a war.

“I-I can’t be blowing up! I’m a person! Help! Help!” She wailed, looking down to her swelling form. Though she had been gaining weight, not so much of a single pound of it was thanks to fat. Instead, every bit of bulk was taut. It stretched her, making her look more like a ball than a person.

“You really think that, don’t you? Of course, by now it’s much too late to help you,” the Loompa’s eyes glinted. It was as though he was a completely different person, all professionalism gone in the face of arrogant gloating. “I’m sorry, but I have to inform you that your time working with us is fully ready to begin!”

“I… I quit! I don’t wanna be a berry!” Liberty babbled, pressing her hands against her belly as though that could keep it from swelling.

“Yes, good! Keep fighting it! The Wonkium happens to be motion-sensitive, so you’re only guaranteeing your growth! I reviewed your file myself, I can guarantee that you’ll be a perfect fit in our factory! You’ll be a perfectly titanic fruit, a blimp amongst balloons!”

Even through her panic, she had enough sense to listen to him. Liberty stuck her arms out at her sides, lifting her chin in a pout. It was simple, she thought. In that case, all she had to do was keep herself from moving until the gum was done with her. Maybe then she wouldn’t be big enough to hold his interest, and he’d have no choice but to turn her back.

There was one fatal flaw in her plan: Liberty had underestimated the gum. With another belly-sloshing gurgle, her frame swelled further. Her arms and legs spread further, this time not of her own volition. Her growing body was simply too large to keep her limbs in a relaxed pose.

“Mmmph! No!” Liberty looked left and right at her outstretched hands, watching her ball of a body swallow her arms. She couldn’t see past her heaving blue bosom, but she knew that the same had to be happening to her feet. She knew it because her blue crotch had begun to press against the ground.

And, God help her, it felt amazing.

Blue tears dewed at Liberty’s eyes as she realized the futility of her resistance. Her hands flapped feebly, but that only served to swell her further.

“Oh? Where was that resistance from earlier? Don’t tell me you’ve given up already,” the orange man cooed. He flipped gracefully from his desk onto the ground before her, pressing himself against her circumference. “Or… Perhaps you’ve tasted just how blissful a life in blue can be.”

Liberty realized the reason for the Loompa’s confidence. She realized why he acted like the tallest person in the room, even though she was nearly three times his size by now. It was because she wasn’t a person, not anymore. She was a fruit—no, worse. She was a horny fruit.

Arousal wasn’t new to her; she wasn’t innocent. However, the degree of her excitement, the full-body tingle… That was certainly novel. Every inch of her screamed for more, though she knew that diving into that realm couldn’t possibly be healthy.

Liberty bit her lip so hard it left marks, and struggled not to succumb. She had already at least doubled her size, swelling so large she could no longer fit in her car. Hell, she was big enough that she might not even fit ON her car.

“Allow me to help.” The Loompa hopped onto her shoulders, his thighs around the back of her head. Then, slowly, he began to rock her back and forth like a bull ride at a rodeo.

It mashed Liberty’s berry pussy against the ground. Her full, blurple lips pressed against the tatters of her clothing, and she let out a burble of pleasure. Still, she didn’t want this.

“Get… Off!” Liberty huffed, trying to push the Loompa off of herself. The best her motion managed was a bounce, and that turned out to be the worst mistake in the girl’s life.

Rocking back and forth was one thing. Lifting herself from the ground for a scant second, only to crash down and reenter the world of pleasure? It was like comparing a leap from a pool’s edge to a cliffside dive into a river.

Diving into this couldn’t be healthy. But it could be swellthy. And, if how good her body felt now was any indicator, she needed this.

She tried to speak, to give some words to the ecstasy that surged through her pulpy body. “Mmmhhoooohhgh” was the best the berrygirl managed, and it was a valiant effort at that. The combination of hum and moan made her sound like a complete nitwit, and this was everything her orange tormentor needed to hear.

“Wow, you sound like a real dope. No wonder you’ll be perfect for our factory, haha!” The Loompa cackled, kicking his little legs atop her shoulders. He leaned forward, and her whole oversized body tilted with him.

Liberty could feel it coming. She knew that he was guiding her forward, angling her berry pussy so that her clit just barely touched the ground. For some reason, this set off every pleasure receptor in her body, and she helplessly flapped beneath the Loompa.

Then her clit kissed a cool, smooth surface. She had just enough time to wonder what it was before the first notes of her phone’s ringtone filled the air. Then the cell’s built-in vibrate feature kicked on, and Liberty wailed, lost to rapture.

“Well, it’s only fitting that we give you a callback to let you know you’ve been hired,” the little orange man said smugly from atop her. He ground her oversized blue clit back and forth against her buzzing phone, and Liberty flapped her hands so hard against her ballbody that her palms stung. “Don’t worry, I know you can’t pick up.”

“Hhhuhhuhhuhh!” She panted coarsely, eyes rolling, mouth falling slack. All thoughts of resistance were expelled from her mind, and thoughts of modesty soon followed. She was hornier than she’d ever been in her life, and wanted—needed her release.

“Of course, you know that berries aren’t allowed to juice unless there's music about. So, answer me one last interview question: do you want a song?”

“Suhhuhhuh! Songgguhmmoooh!” Liberty struggled to force the word out, and even then it was so mangled that he could barely understand her.

But understand her, he did. The Loompa leaned in close to her ear, stroking her cheeks as he rode her rotund self. And he began to sing.

“Oompa Loompa doompety do
I think we’ve found just the job for you
Oompa Loompa doompety dee
How would you like to be a berry?

Some girls were born with greatness in their fate.
You were born to turn blue and gain weight.
So say goodbye to that skinny blonde flooze—
A juicy life, for you… I… Choose!

(Gushing like you’re freshly-picked)

Oompa Loompa doompety dah
To think you went from skinny to ball!
Don’t worry, just roll forth and coo
Live life freely, like all we Loompas do!”

Liberty didn’t have words. She didn’t have thoughts. But… She did have momentum. Back and forth, back and forth, humping what were her hips and bouncing against her still-thrumming phone. Her dam broke a second later, and she let her passion gush out, flowing, sloshing, spilling until she was drained and utterly spent.

All in all? Not the worst interview she’d had in her life.