(F to Blueberry)

Brooke was many things. She was a hipster, a contrarian, and the kind of girl that people said was exhausting to talk to. Which, of course, meant that she had to go to the Glasgow Wonka reenactment. She didn’t even know how she found out about it, she just knew she had to go.

Brooke wasn’t a bad person not really. She didn’t like seeing people get hurt. She also just didn’t want to see them succeed. If anything, she was completely ambivalent towards anyone and everyone. She certainly didn’t deserve what was about to happen to her.

But when she set one foot into the expo center, her fate had already been sealed.

Her first thought was that things looked too nice. The room looked suitably magical, with glowing lights here and candies there. Her second thought was that it looked fake. And not just fake, inaccurate.

Why were the Oompa Loompa girls green and covered in flowers? Why was the day’s Wonka a tall slender man (shirt naturally unbuttoned) with pointed ears? And why was she the only normal person around?

It all felt like some kind of prank, which was exactly why she walked deeper into the room. She’d never been one to back down from a challenge, and today would be no exception.

“Hey. Wanko.” Brooke jutted out her bottom lip in a pout. He didn’t respond, so she loudly continued. “Did you guys get ANYTHING right?”

To most people, it would sound like a sarcastic joke. But poor Brooke failed to realize that these weren’t like most people.

“Beg pardon, but today I’m taking the role of one William Wonka?” He asked the last two words like a question to the seal-looking girl at his side. She nodded eagerly, and gave what was probably supposed to be a thumbs-up, but instead was just… flippers. “Pardon my unfamiliarity, but dear Selkie here happens to find it one of her favorite movies.”

Brooke snickered. “Yeah? How come none of you look the part?”

Wonka’s eyes narrowed for a moment, and Brooke could have sworn they glittered a pretty bright blue for a moment. Then he smirked. “Ah, I see. Too much screentime, not enough belief in the magic of the world?”

“I resent that.”

“I’m quite certain you do. The point is, there’s a good deal of magic to the world. But don’t take my word for it,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue gumball.

“Honey,” Selkie looked up to him with her big round eyes, whiskers twitching as she pouted.

“She asked!”

Brooke had enough. They were talking like she wasn’t even there, like she wasn’t the main character of her story. She snatched the candy from his hands. “I don’t care. As long as it’s candy, it’s for me. Right?”

The seal-looking girl clapped her fins together delightedly. “Ooh! Maybe she actually has seen the movie!”

Brooke rolled her eyes and popped the gum into her mouth. She started to chew with what she trusted was an appropriate volume. “Of course I have, what you clearly haven’t seen is BLUEBERRY PIE AND ICE CREAM OH WOW!” Brooke blinked. She hadn’t meant to say those last words. They just kind of… Slipped out.

As Brooke chewed, she felt something happen to her cheeks. It was like a blush, but she’d stopped doing that years ago. Honestly, she didn’t really like the idea of anyone knowing what she was thinking through her body language—which made it all the more funny that her body was about to make some things very apparent.

“Hey, look! It’s already happening to her face!” Selkie clapped her fins against her belly excitedly.

“Ah, I really wouldn’t do that if I were you. You can spit it out right now, and none will be the wiser. Certainly not yourself, but at least you’ll prevent… Ah, that’s a spoiler, I suppose.” Despite looking totally wrong, this Wonka at least had a decent grasp of the mystique of the character.

“Duh.” Brooke blinked. “I mean, what’s that supposed to mean, anyways?” She kept chewing, not noticing that each work of her jaw was getting a little sloppier at a time. And since she didn’t notice that, she certainly wouldn’t notice the face that her thoughts were slowing a little more the more she chewed.

“I wouldn’t worry about it.” Wonka stressed the first word, and Selkie slapped his thigh idly.

“Hey, why’d you, uh…” Brooke drooled a bit as she waved her hand, looking for the word.

“Slap?”

“Yeah! Do that to him.”

Wonka smirked. “Because, child, I wouldn’t worry about it.” Again, he stressed the ‘I’. “But you certainly should.”

“Gwuh?” Brooke tilted her head, blinking in surprise as a bit of her drool dripped onto her chest. It was a surprise because first, it was cold. And second, she shouldn’t have a chest to begin with. Even though she couldn’t spell ‘committee’ anymore, she was certainly a member of the Itty Bitty Titty variety.

Or she had been.

Now she sported a voluptuous chest that strained at her shirt just as much as it drew the attention of the others in the convention hall. Absently, she pressed her arms against her boobs, feeling them warmly press against each other. She wiggled her chest from side to side and marveled at their heft.

“Hold on, is that… How’d a human get in here?”
“Is she seriously trying one of Wonka’s candies?”
“I don’t think she’ll be human for long…”

Ironically, the dumber Brooke got, the more perceptive she became. Perhaps it was the lack of her own thoughts to distract herself. No matter the cause, she finally connected the dots. “Wait… Uh… Are you guys, like… Uhmm… Miffy-logible critters?”

“Mythological, dear.” Selkie’s whiskers twitched in amusement. “You should guess what I am-”

“Selkeee!” Brooke giggled. “Which means that the uh… Oompy Loompas are dryads, that horsie there is a centaur, and I bet that Wonky is totally a hunky elf named like, Duplomoar or Lee Pace or somethin’.”

Wonka pursed his lips tightly at that, and a few of the other attendees giggled.

“Didduh I say somethin’ wrong?” Brooke’s eyes crossed slightly. She meant it as a joke, but there was a cruel honesty to the gesture, like her face couldn’t lie about how stupid she was becoming.

“His name’s actually Wonka,” Selkie began.

“Coincidence!” The man snapped over Brooke’s quiet ‘woooow.’ “And more to the point, you’re hardly saying anything right you nitwit.”

Brooke pouted, clapping her hands against her belly like she’d seen Selkie do. “Brooke not dummy! Know lots of stuff, like… Uh… And… Uhm… Hey. How’m Brooke not know so much?”

“Because all of this,” Wonka pointed at her forehead. “Is going here.” He pressed a finger into her belly. Deep into her belly. Her soft, swollen, heavy belly.

“Hwhuh!? Brooke’s a fatty!” Brooke gasped, redirecting a fair share of the laughter her way. She wiggled her hips to shake that too, nearly losing her balance from how much of her there was.

“Now that she’s noticed…”
“It certainly won’t be long.”
“Do you think there’s room in here?”

“Not to worry, not to worry. There’s a size limit on her.”

It didn’t make sense to Brooke, not until she felt herself start to gloosh. It was like someone opened a portal to the arctic ocean inside her belly, and somehow found a way to mix it with blueberry juice mix. There was an infinite amount of liquid starting to combine within her, stretching her out more and more.

Well, not all of her. Just her belly.

“A FWEEL FUNNY!” Brooke babbled. Her arms began to flap at her sides in distress. It was about all she could do, her stomach was so big that it forced her arms out at her sides. Her fingers drummed against her changing body anxiously.

“I’m not surprised!” The fae crowd cheered. Brooke could see a few of them toasting in celebration.

It all would have felt like a dream, except that it felt too real. Brooke had never known what it’s like to be fat before. Now, she felt a dense weightiness to the world. It was like her very motion brought with it a jiggle, every breath a bounce.

And there was no sign of stopping.

“Dear,” Selkie half-barked in surprise.

“What’s the matter?”

As if he couldn’t tell. Brooke whined as her belly started to swallow her arms and legs. She was going to turn into a ball, a round, fat, spherical ball. She whimpered, wiggling her fingertips a moment before they too were swallowed.

The worst part about this was how enjoyable it was. There was a constant pressure on the best place possible. It left her heart racing, and she tried her best not to let anyone catch on that she was starting to enjoy this.

At present; however, her best still left her half-smiling, which only brought more laughter to the room.

“Dun wanna bloo… Bloo? Uh mean… Berry? Bloo?” Brooke’s brow furrowed.

“Well, a fruit like her hardly needs the gift of speech, does she?” Wonka smirked. He pressed a hand against her rotund belly and gave it a quick push.

It turned the gentle rippling of juice within her belly into a roaring ocean. Brooke felt herself get bigger, bigger, bigger still. The entire world was turning blue, round, pleasurable, enormous. Enormous? Everyone around her seemed to be getting bigger, though…

“You see? Once she hits her maximum size, she stops growing… From our perspective.” Wonka smiled. “Of course, this means we’ll seem as giants to her.”

The green ‘Loompettes’ couldn’t hold back any longer. They rushed to the bloated girl, soft breasts pressing against her enormous belly.

“Dryads really can’t help themselves around fruit,” Wonka hummed. He might as well have been talking to a wall. Brooke wasn’t able to understand anything except for touch.

Brooke groaned as she felt the pressure of fingers that to her were the size of buses. They stroked at her enormous figure with reverence, pressing furrows of pleasure that filled themselves back out with each tremble of Brooke’s body.

She had to be as big as a mountain, but to them she was just an oversized ball. There was a world’s worth of juice within her, which meant there was no room left for any thoughts. Her existence was sensation, and sensation was… The old her might have said ‘perfect,’ but the new her could only think of the sound ‘bloo.’

She couldn’t hear them teasing her.
She couldn’t hear them praising her.
She could feel them worshipping her.

Brooke happily quivered, lost to fruity bliss. “Buhuhloo,” she heard, too much of a moron to realize that she was the one who’d said it.

Brooke spouted that magical word over and over, giggling as the dryads stroked at her, giving her entire life warm, smothering pleasure. She didn’t know if she’d ever be turned back into a human again, but she didn’t care either. After all, why worry about a future when the present was so wonderfully blue?