Violet climbed the long steps up toward the Factory with an air of confidence. The warm spring sun shone on her golden hair, straight and cut neatly right below her ears. She was tall in her heels, with a slender athletic body that spoke of going for runs often. She had green eyes with long lashes, full lips, and a petite nose - a beautiful face, in other words, but her beauty was marred by an expression that tended towards sourness. After meeting her, people often wished they had paid more attention to Violet's mean expression before introducing themselves. Her face was often the only fair warning people had that she would be an unpleasant person to deal with.

She wore a dark blue business suit with a white shirt underneath that displayed a bit of cleavage. She had average-sized breasts, but was wearing a pushup bra to emphasize them. Violet wanted to make an impression on the people she had just successfully sued into oblivion. She was already a wealthy woman from wealth inherited from her parents, and suing the Factory had only increased her wealth, but it hadn't been about the money. It had been about winning. Violet hated to lose.

These people probably thought she had forgotten what they had done to her, but she had just been biding her time, collecting evidence. She hadn't wanted to just get paid, she had wanted to crush the Factory completely. She had started assembling lawyers in her late teens, and now at 25 years old she had finally come out on the other side of the lenghty lawsuit with her enemies broken and destitute. It was only a week after the Factory had closed down due to unsafe health regulations, and Violet was coming to gloat. If there was anybody left to gloat to.

Violet stepped up to the enormous front door, lifted the brass knocker that was bigger than both her hands put together, and slammed it down three times. Surprisingly, the door opened immediately. She had expected to have to wait a long time, or perhaps never be answered at all. Both doors, each at least 20 feet tall, swung open smoothly and silently, letting sunlight stream into a huge foyer. The room was large, dim, and empty. Windows at the top of the tall walls let in enough sunlight to see,  but it wasn't enough to make the room feel welcoming. This was far different from the brightly-lit entrance that she remembered as a child. Violet smiled cruelly. This is what happened to people who thought they could mess with her and get away with it.

A normal-sized door opened at the end of the foyer, and a tall, thin man stepped out. He was dressed in yellow slacks, with laced brown shoes. Above that he wore a polka-dotted vest that covered a white shirt, and over those was draped a distinctive purple jacket. He had a yellow bowtie, and on his head sat a purple top hat. In one hand, a cane rested on the floor. "Miss Beauregard," he said politely, doffing his tophat as he inclined his head, then replacing it smoothly. "What an unexpected... delight. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" His British accent sounded refined as it echoed through the empty room. He was far different than the scrawny young boy Violet remembered.

Violet's heels clicked on the dark brown tiles as she crossed the foyer. As she approached him, she got a better look at his face in the dim light. He was about her age, with a largish nose and dark blue eyes. Something about his expression made him seem older than he looked, though. Were those wrinkles at the corners of his eyes? She finally reached him, still standing casually in the doorway. She stopped, crossing her arms beneath her breasts and looking up at him. "Charlie."

She watched his eyes to see if they glanced down at her cleavage, but surprisingly, he kept his gaze focused on her face. She couldn't read his expression. "Please, Miss Beauregarde. Call me Mr. Wonka," he said. Violet laughed, the sound echoing in the empty foyer. "So formal? Alright, Mr. Wonka," she said. "I came to take one last look at the Factory before it got knocked down. Didn't expect to find YOU here, especially after you didn't show up at any of the trials." Charlie's lack of appearance at the courthouse during the lawsuit had made him appear more guilty. Her lawyers had exploited that.

Charlie sighed softly through his nose, resting both hands on his cane. His mouth quirked upwards at the sides, but he did not smile. "Would you like a tour, then? I'm afraid there isn't much to see. The oompa loompas have already stripped the Factory of all its equipment, and any candy products were confiscated by the health inspectors over the past few weeks. As I'm sure you're aware, Miss Beauregard." Violet knew exactly how empty the Factory was. She had sat outside in her limousine for several hours a day the past week, drinking cocktails as she watched workers cart everything out into a garbage truck. She smiled up at Charlie. "I thought I'd just take a quick peek, Mr. Wonka. That is, if you don't mind...?" He stared at her for several seconds, considering. "Very well," he said. "Come with me, Miss Beauregarde."

Violet followed behind him as Charlie turned through the door behind him and began to walk down a well-lit hallway. This place looked different than it had when she had first visited more than a decade ago. The lighting had been upgraded, the floor tiles replaced. But Violet could still smell the richness of the hardwood that made up the walls, as well as a lingering odor of cooked sugar that permeated the Factory. It smelled wonderful, and brought up memories within her. The last time she had been here, she had just been a little girl with her mother, both of them thinking that Violet might be the heir to Wonka's Chocolate Factory. The original Mr. Wonka, Willy Wonka, had seemed like a kind man, but his candies had hidden dark secrets. They should have hidden those secrets better. What kind of place lets a 12-year old girl try experimental chewing gum that makes her blow up like a blueberry? Violet shuddered as she remembered the experience. Sure, she hadn't exactly asked for permission, but the trial had proven the Factory's negligence in the matter. It had taken a long time, but she finally had her revenge. Even if Willy Wonka wasn't around to gloat to, Charlie was almost as good. He had been chosen to inherit the Factory once Willy left, and had taken up the mantle of Mr. Wonka. And his wardrobe too, apparently. But Violet would always think of him as Charlie.

Finally they reached the end of the hallway, and Charlie opened the door. Violet stepped out beside him into a vast, empty chamber that smelled of candy. "Wow," Violet said, her voice echoing faintly in the distance. The room was so big that she could only barely see the end of it, despite skylights letting in sunlight at regular intervals along the ceiling. The effect illuminated the cavernous room only dimly, but the light was enough to get a sense of just how massive it was. The room was bigger than most aircraft hangars, and Violet had seen her fair share of private hangars. As a millionaire, she flew private jets often.

This room had looked much different the first time she'd come here, filled with different landscape features made of candy, as well as several separate rooms for experimental candy creations. With its river made of chocolate and its room full of strange bubbles, it had seemed an endless procession of wonders when she was a child, as if an entire town had been devoted to making candy and other novelties. Now it was just... a big empty room. It was shocking that there was so little remaining here. Violet had watched everything being unloaded from her celebratory location in the limousine outside the premises, and it hadn't been a fraction of what it would have taken to fill this enormous building.

She shook herself out of her reverie, looking at Charlie out of the corner of her eye. He had a somber expression, and seemed to be waiting for Violet to say something else. "Jeez, Charlie. You weren't kidding. How'd you get this place emptied out so quickly, anyway?," she asked. He rubbed his narrow chin pensively. "The oompa loompas are... quite efficient at transportation, I would say. Now then, is there anything else you wish to see? Can I offer you refreshment in my office before you go? A cup of tea? I'm afraid I was just about to leave myself," Wonka said, gesturing politely toward a rectangle of light which must have been his office, off to the side of the room.

"Sure, I guess," said Violet, figuring she might as well savor the gloating a little more in Charlie's office. She hadn't expected her visit to be so brief as a quick step into an empty room. Wonka opened the door to his office, which was just as Violet remembered it. Richly polished hardwood edged the walls, and the desk looked to be mahogany. There was a small couch, and a plant in the corner. Charlie hung his hat on a hook and leaned his cane in the corner, then offered to take Violet's jacket, which she accepted. Charlie then walked around the back of the desk and sat down in a leather chair, gesturing for Violet to take a seat. As he sat down, he opened up one of the drawers to the desk, reached in, and pulled out something. He opened his hand, and in his palm lay two small cubes wrapped in wax paper. "Would you like some gum, Miss Beauregarde?" Wonka asked innocently.

Violet's eyes widened as she stood up out of her seat, staring at Charlie's hand as if it contained two vipers. Wonka chuckled lightly. "Oh, please, Miss Beauregard. We perfected this gum years ago. You needn't worry about blowing up like a blueberry from this batch, I can assure you." He bounced the pieces in his palm. "Here," he said. "Let me show you how harmless it is." He placed one cube on the table and unwrapped the other one, popped it in his mouth, and began to chew. "You see? Quite safe."

Violet cautiously approached the desk, watching Charlie for any signs of trickery. "What kind is it?" she asked. "It's teatime," he replied. Violet picked up the paper-wrapped cube off the desk. "Teatime?" she asked warily. "You mean this one isn't a full meal this time?" Last time she had tried gum at this factory, it had given her a full three-course meal. Of course, the dessert had been blueberry pie, which had caused Violet's unfortunate complications that she had sued the Factory over. "Yes," said Wonka patiently. "It is meant to be a quick refreshment. One of our most popular types, before we had to close down." Violet looked at Charlie again. He seemed to be chewing his gum normally. She shrugged, and unwrapped the piece she held, popping it into her mouth.

"Oh, my," she said as she began to chew, her eyes widening again. "This tastes just like a warm cup of Earl Grey." It truly did taste like she was taking a sip of freshly brewed tea every time she chewed. It was somehow HOT, despite the piece feeling room temperature when she held it. But it wasn't hot enough to scald, just enough to surprise her. The tea was delicious, too. Violet had tried many types of tea, being so wealthy, and this sort tasted better than any tea she could remember. "It's even prepared JUST the way I like it!" she exclaimed, still chewing. Indeed, the tea tasted like it had cream and a copious amount of honey. Wonka smiled as he sat down in his leather chair. "Yes, the oompa loompas were quite proud of that feature," he said, chewing very slowly. "Soon you should get a taste of the biscuits we included as well."

The biscuits did come, then, and they too were delicious. Buttery and flaky, they seemed to melt in her mouth, as if she had dunked them in tea. "Mmmm," said Violet, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. "If you got this down so good, how come I never saw this gum get released on the market?" she asked, still chewing. Wonka raised an eyebrow. "Well, after the... incidents... we had with the previous batches, we felt that marketing the new gum would be difficult," he said. "Your lawsuit kept public attention on the potential dangers of our recipes, and so we were reluctant to be too bold." Violet continued to chew her tea and biscuits. "I've gotta say, Charlie, I didn't expect you to be so... okay with all this." Wonka chewed his gum silently for a few seconds, his hands on the table in front of him. His cool gaze didn't tell her much of what he was thinking. "Whatever gave you the idea that I was okay with it?" he asked calmly. Violet felt a chill. Wonka raised his hand to his mouth and spat out his gum, depositing it into the trash.

The gum suddenly changed flavors in Violet's mouth. The tea and biscuits went away. Instead, a familiar taste began to creep into her mouth. Fruity and sweet, yet tart, with flaky crust. Her eyes widened as she recognized the flavor. "Blueberry pie..." she said, clutching her armrests as she continued to chew it with a horrified expression. "I thought you said this was just a teatime gum!" Wonka chuckled and leaned back in his chair. "It is," he said with a smirk. "It just also happens to feature an optional dessert."

Violet raised her hand to her mouth and spat the gum into it. Or rather, she tried to. She briefly paused her chewing, but before her tongue could push the gum out from between her teeth, she found herself starting to chew again. She held her hand up against her mouth, but she couldn't seem to stop moving her jaw up and down. Her eyes were frightened as they looked over at Wonka. "What the hell, Charlie?" Violet asked, punctuating her question with more chewing. "I thought... (chew chew) we were past all this!" Wonka laced his fingers over his chest, smiling as he reclined in his chair. "We were past this, Miss Beauregarde. You had already won. But then, you decided to come here to gloat. And, well, I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to teach you a little lesson."

"Bastard!" spat Violet, chewing her gum angrily. The blueberry pie tasted SO good. It was even better than she remembered. She hadn't realized how much she'd been craving this exact flavor, though of course she had never hoped to taste it again. "Oh my," Wonka suddenly said, leaning forward in his chair, appearing to inspect Violet's face. "Violet... you appear to be turning violet!" he said with a grin on his face. His eyes held a wicked glee in them. Violet's eyes widened in fear as she held her hand up to touch her face. Looking down, she saw that her nose had become dark. She reached for her purse and began to dig around frantically for her hand mirror. "There's a mirror over there," said Wonka, his eyes flicking to the wall. He continued to grin as Violet stood up, still chewing the gum uncontrollably, and walked to the mirror.

Violet's expression turned to horror as she saw her reflection. Her nose had turned dark blue, and even as she watched, the rest of her face was turning blue as well, the pigment spreading outward from her nose, transforming her fair skin into a deep azure, almost purple. The color of blueberries. Violet held her hands up, and saw that they were turning blue as well, and the color was spreading down her slender wrists, until it went under the cover of her sleeves. She looked down at her chest. As she watched, the blue pigment appeared on her skin, having made its way down her neck, and now it traveled across her bare collarbone, down onto the tops of her breasts. Her cleavage began to take on a blue tinge, and Violet snapped her head back up, staring daggers at Wonka while she continued to chew.

She noted with fury that Wonka appeared to be enjoying the view of her cleavage, but then his eyes came back up and met hers. Violet stomped back over to his desk, continuing to chew the entire time, unable to stop her mouth from moving. "You bastard!" she repeated, standing across from Wonka. "How dare you do this to me?! I'm (chew chew) gonna sue you into oblivion, Charlie! My lawyers are gonna (chew chew) eat you alive!" Wonka just chuckled and leaned back into his chair. "Sue me? To get what? All my assets have been seized, Miss Beauregarde. At least, all the assets you can tie to my name, or the Factory. Go ahead, tell your lawyers. I'll be long gone by then, and Oompa Loompa Land doesn't have an extradition treaty. That is... if you can ever find it," he said with a wink.

Violet growled in frustration, leaning forward onto Wonka's desk. "You listen to me carefully, dickwad. My lawyers are gonna hunt you down wherever you go, and they are going to take every penny you have. You are gonna..." Violet stopped suddenly, and her eyes widened again. "You're gonna (chew chew)... oooh. I feel... I feel funny," she said breathily as her eyelids fluttered, and her eyes rolled up into her head. Indeed, she did feel a bit light-headed, and she leaned more onto the desk for support. Her body felt strange, like it was building something up inside her. Suddenly, she felt something else, a small *pop!* inside each of her breasts, like someone had opened cans of soda inside them. She looked at Wonka. He seemed to not be paying attention to her, and instead had his eyes directed... lower. Toward her chest. Violet looked down, and immediately let loose a brief scream, before returning to her chewing. Her breasts appeared to have swollen inside her white button-up shirt, and were bulging out of the top of her bra. As Violet watched, they puffed up more, and her cleavage deepened. Her boobs were growing.

Violet felt a sensation like liquid rushing into each of her breasts as they slowly got bigger and bigger. She pushed herself off Wonka's desk, standing up straight as she cupped her tits in her palms. Blue-tinted flesh rose upwards towards her face as her boobs inflated like water balloons, and she felt their increasing mass slowly pushing her fingers apart as she held them. Her eyes darted back and forth between them as they swelled larger, the speed of their growth seeming to increase with each passing second. She heard creaks coming from her push-up bra as the garment grew tight and began to pinch her flesh.

She looked back up at Wonka, who was observing the process with great interest, his fingers folded together in front of him on the desk as he stared at Violet's chest. "Charlie? What's happening to me? (chew chew) Why are my tits blowing up?" she asked fearfully, already knowing the answer. Wonka's eyes flicked up to Violet's, and she could see that there was lust glimmering in them. "I think it should be obvious, Miss Beauregarde," he said with a smirk. "They're filling up with blueberry juice."

SNAP! the strap holding Violet's bra cups together suddenly gave way, and Violet looked back down as her boobs tumbled out into her white business shirt, filling up all the available space and straining against the thin fabric. Her top 3 buttons were already unbuttoned, but the next lowest one popped off as her breasts escaped the confines of her bra. Her cleavage grew deeper and deeper, and Violet looked back up at Wonka. "But why is it only my tits (chew chew) filling up with juice? Last time (chew chew) -"

"-Last time it affected your entire body, and now it's only affecting your breasts?" intejected Wonka, looking back up at Violet's terrified face as she continued to ceaselessely chew the gum. "It turns out our suspicions were correct, and it has a different effect on fully-matured adult women than most people. So congratulations," he said with a wolfish grin. "You're the first non-Oompa Loompa to experience this particular fashion of emberryment."

"You sick bastard! (chew chew) You're enjoying this!" she said accusingly. Wonka didn't respond, just smiled wider and laced his fingers together behind his head as he leaned back in his chair. The gum inside Violet's mouth continued to burst with unending blueberry flavor as she chewed and chewed. She looked back down at her blue breasts as she gulped another mouthful of juice. They were as big as her head now, with a natural give to their soft flesh as they puffed up and around the edges of her white shirt. Another button shot off her shirt, clattering against the top of the desk and onto Wonka's lap. He brushed it nonchalantly to the floor.

Violet was still holding her growing breasts in her hands, but they were far too big to fit in her palms now. They relentlessly swelled bigger and bigger as she feebly tried to hold them at bay by pressing against them. Yet another button shot off her shirt, and now her boobs had grown out of the shirt, no longer being confined by the fabric. The edges of her shirt slid against her smooth blue skin as her breasts pushed out further from her chest, and Violet moved her hands to cover her dark blue nipples as they started poking past the sides of the white fabric. They were starting to get heavy as they filled with more and more juice.

Glancing behind her, Violet grabbed the chair and sat down heavily in front of Wonka's desk. The bottoms of her breasts lay on top of both armrests, as the chair was fairly narrow. "Charlie (chew chew), make this stop," she said frantically. "This is (chew chew) completely indecent!"

Wonka just sneered at her. "Indecent, Miss Beauregarde?" he asked. "You know what's indecent? Taking down an entire factory's operations, putting many factory workers out of a job, and attacking Willy Wonka's legacy, just for spite," he said, and leaned forward again. "What's indecent is destroying Willy's -and my!- dream, of making candy for all the children of the world to enjoy, just for the sake of your petty revenge." His eyes were wide with anger, and Violet was taken aback, still chewing the gum as her breasts continued to fill with more and more juice, overtaking the chair's armrests as they bloated ever larger. She felt the liquid rushing into her faster and faster with every passing second.

"I was just getting back at Willy for (chew chew) blowing me up like a blueberry in the first place!" Violet exclaimed, rising up out of the chair slightly before plopping back down. The chair was very comfortable, at least. The cushion was extremely soft. "And then, after putting me through that terrible ordeal, they get done (chew chew) juicing me, and I find out he's chosen you as his successor!" she said, chewing angrily. Violet didn't really notice, but she was gradually leaning forward more and more as her breasts grew over the edges  of the armrests. She tried to readjust herself in the chair, but the cushion was too squishy. It was strange, but she felt her ass rubbing up against the sides of the chair more than she remembered. It was a bucket-style chair with no gaps under the armrests, but it seemed like there was less room in it than before. Violet was too occupied with her breasts to realize what was happening.

"What kind of asshole lets a little girl try experimental gum that blows her up into a blueberry, anyway?" Violet said, still chewing. Wonka put his hands on the desk before him. "You signed the waivers, Miss Beauregarde. And I was there too. I saw Willy Wonka tell you not to put the gum in your mouth, and you did it anyway. - Spare me your excuses!" he said, holding up a hand as Violet tried to interject. "You have a very skillful team of lawyers, and they may have gotten the jury to believe your sob story about an innocent little girl not having any idea what she was getting herself into. But we both know that isn't how it really happened. You were an obstinate brat, and you got what was coming to you," Wonka said, leaning back in his chair again and putting his hands on the armrests. "And, what do you know, it looks like you haven't really changed much either. Because here we are again. You're still a brat, and yet again, you're experiencing the consequences," he finished with a grin.

Violet just chewed frantically as she looked down at her breasts again. They were bigger than prize pumpkins now, and the rate of their expansion was still increasing. Her arms could barely contain them enough to reach her nipples anymore, and her cavernous cleavage extended several feet in front of her. Violet suddenly realized that she felt like she was leaning forward, and readjusted herself in the seat a little. But as she tried to settle, she realized there was no space to shift around. Was there a pillow in there or something? She tried to lean forward more and stand up so she could feel behind her on the seat. But when she did, the seat moved with her. Her eyes widened as she realized that she could feel every side of the seat pressing tightly against her butt and thighs. Suddenly Violet noticed that she could feel liquid rushing into the flesh below her hips, as well as into her breasts. She'd been so distracted by the conversation that she hadn't realized. Her ass was filling up with juice now too.

Violet attempted to stand again, and the chair lifted off the ground as she did so. She abandoned her attempts to keep her nipples covered, freeing her swelling breasts to dangle ponderously over Wonka's desk, as she reached behind her and tried to pull the seat off. It wouldn't budge though. Her ass had grown too big, and now it was stuck in the chair.

She turned back to Wonka. He was staring at Violet's swelling bosom with wide, hungry eyes. Her boobs were still filling up with juice, and the swelling blue masses took up more and more of the space between them. For his part, Wonka looked astounded at the magnificent sight of Violet's breasts taking up all the space above his desk. "Charlie..." said Violet, still chewing away at the gum. "You've gotta (chew chew)... you've gotta stop this. I'm getting too big," she said. Between the chair attached to her swelling ass, and the weighty mams hanging from her chest, Violet was starting to have trouble with the weight. She put her hands on Wonka's desk for support, leaning her breasts even closer to the wide-eyed candy baron.  He didn't seem to hear her plea, as he seemed enraptured by the display.

As Violet leaned forward, she suddenly felt something else odd. This time it was below her breasts, in her stomach. Violet realized she could feel something rushing into her belly, now. Her eyes widened as she felt beneath her massive boobs, and ran into a much squishier tummy than she was used to. "No..." she said as her eyes got even wider. Her belly was filling up with juice too. She was really going to turn into a blueberry again. The chair behind her began to creak with all the pressure coming from containing her butt, and Violet could feel that her thickening thighs had run out of space to grow into each other.

"Charlie!" she yelled. Wonka looked up, meeting her eyes. "Make it stop!" she pleaded. She suddenly felt the bottoms of her breasts touch the top of his desk. Behind her, the chair creaked more loudly in protest. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Miss Beauregarde, even if I wanted to," said Wonka, standing up. Based on how much he'd appeared to enjoy Violet's growth, he didn't have an erection when she glanced at his crotch. The man had a lot of self-control. "The process has begun, and can't be interrupted until you're fully ripe." A crack suddenly sounded from the chair behind Violet. The bottom of the chair was resting on the ground now, as her ass had grown so big that she wasn't lifting up the chair anymore as she stood. More and more of Violet's breast weight was spreading across Wonka's desk; her boobs were the size of beanbag chairs, and their growth was still accelerating.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave you now, as I have a things to do in Oompa Loompa land, and your body is quite... distracting," he said, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck as he looked at Violet's swelling form. "I must say, if I didn't find you so personally detestable, I might even find it truly arousing," Wonka said as he circled the desk and retrieved his top hat from the hat rack, and then grabbed his cane from the stand. Violet turned around as much as she could while he circled around her, and when he began to walk towards the door, tried to follow him. The chair made turning difficult, and her massive breasts weighed her down. They were starting to rise upwards as well, being pushed up towards her face by her belly, which was growing fast. She could already feel her flesh resting on the tops of her thighs.

"Get (chew chew) back here, Charlie!" Violet yelled as she tried to waddle after him. Her thighs pressed too tightly together to move much, however. Her ass was packed, and the chair continued to creak and groan to contain her swelling flesh. It probably would have hurt, except the blueberry juice that was filling her up seemed to give her skin a rubbery texture and make her more pliable. "Charlie, don't you leave me here! I don't (chew chew) wanna turn into a blueberry!" Violet shouted, but Wonka just casually strolled to the door, much quicker than her tiny waddling steps could take her as she dragged the chair across the carpet. "I will send some Oompa Loompas to fetch you once you are fully ripened," said Wonka as he put on his top hat and opened the door. "I bid you adieu, Miss Beauregarde. Hopefully, this time you learn your lesson about being a brat." And as Violet screamed his name, he strolled out into the empty warehouse, leaving the door open.

"Charlieeeeeee!" Violet shrieked, still waddling across the carpet. She passed the mirror on the wall when she was halfway across the office, and gave herself a quick glance. Her massive swelling blue body couldn't even fit entirely in the mirror frame, but what she could see looked ridiculous. Her breasts were enormous, jutting out in front of her like twin life rafts, and getting bigger by the second. Underneath her boobs, Violet could see her blue stomach, about the size of a beach ball now, getting bigger by the second, growing even faster than her breasts. She could feel the berry juice filling her up everywhere now. Her white sleeves began to grow tight as her arms got thicker, and her fingers were starting to puff up like little sausages. Violet could see that her face was starting to fill in as well, and her dark blue lips had become extremely plump.

Violet turned from the mirror, and continued her frantic waddle towards the open door after Wonka. There was no way she'd be able to catch him at this rate, but she needed to escape anyways. She had to get outside so her driver could call the police. There was no way she'd let those creepy little Oompa Loompas touch her again. This time she wouldn't rest until Wonka was behind bars. As Violet took every tiny step though, it became harder and harder to move her legs. Her thighs had become so thick that they couldn't make it past each other anymore due to the friction. The chair behind her was creaking continuously now, and even as Violet was brought to a halt by her own legs, she heard a crack and then a splintering sound. Glancing behind her as much as her thickening neck would allow her to turn her head, Violet saw that her ass was growing so big and so fast that it was busting the armrests off the chair.

She began to move forward again as her ass pushed its way out of the chair of its own accord, and suddenly Violet found herself stumbling forward wildly, the rest of the chair fell off her gigantic butt, and her legs regained their full range of motion, or as much as they could have when they were rubbing up against each other mightily with every step she took. Violet fell forward, pulled by the weight of her breasts as she tried to keep her balance, and fortunately was able to stay upright for long enough to reach the door. Unfortunately, however, even though the door to Wonka's office was quite wide, her boobs were too big to fit through. She came to an abrupt halt when she was halfway through, her blue flesh jammed in the door frame.

Violet tried to pull herself backwards, but found she couldn't she was truly stuck. Her breasts continued to grow ever larger, filling more and more of the frame and taking up more of the view in front of her. Violet nudged herself forward, and felt her skin slide forward in the frame a few inches. She nudged herself again, slamming her arms into her breasts. They shifted another few inches. With a mighty heave, Violet shoved all her weight against her breasts, and they slid forward a little more, until they passed the tightest part of the frame. Violet felt the presssure from the door frame slacken as she popped out from it in slow motion, and then she was free.

As she entered into the massive dark warehouse, Violet looked around, still chewing the gum without pause, but saw no sign of Wonka. He was long gone by now. She turned around, and started to stumble towards the double doors that lead to the foyer. Ripping noises were coming from behind her as her ass and thighs shredded the rest of her pants and underwear, but Violet hardly noticed. She only tried to run forward, but her weight was making it extremely hard. Her arms were becoming so plump that they were shredding her shirt sleeves, exposing even more of her blue flesh to the open air. She was mostly naked now.

Her steps got smaller and smaller as more juice filled her up, until Violet had to stop and catch her breath. When she tried to stop, however, Violet suddenly lost her balance. The weight of her couch-sized boobs was just too much, and they pulled her forward. She didn't really fall down though, as much as she just rolled onto her stomach. Violet hadn't been able to see past her breasts, but her stomach had been growing much faster than her boobs had been, and now it was almost as big as they each of them. It was only pure adrenaline that had allowed her to move so far carrying so much weight, but now Violet had reached her limit. She fell forward onto her round belly, and her breasts smacked the wooden factory floor before she rolled backward again, her center of gravity pulling her until her feet touched the ground again. There was no way she could get any leverage to move anymore, though. All Violet could do now was chew her gum, and continue to fill with juice until she was ripe.

And that is exactly what she did. Violet didn't want to become a blueberry again, but now there was nothing she could do to stop it. So, she figured she might as well enjoy the delicious taste of the incredible blueberry pie that continued to delight her tongue, as she gulped down mouthful after mouthful of blueberry juice. She felt herself getting plumper everywhere as she was lifted up more and more into the air by her own massive belly. Her thighs were so thick that she couldn't have separated them any more if she had wanted to, and her ass was the size of a car. Still Violet continued to swell, feeling her entire body filling with juice. Her arms could barely move anymore, and the tattered remains of her shirt and bra fell down her back as they burst the seams. Her shoes had burst off her feet some time back, and she could feel her toes becoming plump as well.

Her belly was growing particularly fast, lifting her up and pushing her huge breasts up into her face, as well as pushing her arms horizontal. Violet felt her cheeks getting plumper, as well as her lips, and it made chewing more difficult, but she couldn't stop. She continued to chew and chew as she bloated larger and larger. Her breasts were bigger than SUVs, and they still continued to swell. Violet felt her cleavage growing up against her chin, and her neck had completely disappeared into her own flesh. Yet still she chewed, being slowly engulfed by her own blue flesh as her body became rounder, her arms no longer able to move even slightly, her head not able to turn. She now resembled an enormous blueberry, with her breasts looking like two slightly smaller berries jutting out above her.

Violet felt her flesh closing around her, and just as she became worried that she wouldn't be able to breathe, the gum inside her mouth seemed to suddenly run out of flavor, and as she continued to chew, the gum dissolved in her mouth. It had expended itself completely, and now there wasn't even anything left to swallow. Violet looked at the mass of blue flesh surrounding her, and sighed through her nose, feeling her warm breath against her breasts. Now the only thing to do was wait for those damn Oompa Loompas.