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The shining Broadway lights glitter like tinsel as posters for “Chorus Line”, “The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas”, “Tony Villante: The Musical”. “H.M.S Pinafore”, “Beauty & The Beast (Black Version)”, “Shrek: The Musical”, and Cats (NO, NOT THAT MOVIE)” were hung up everywhere on billboards and on the walls as hundreds of people gathered for the newest release to come onto the stage. You had front row tickets for a production that would, as the critics put it, change your entire life. The play was called “Second Helping Of Song” and starred a crew of nobodies you have never heard of. They probably had a long IMDB page however. “This is it.” The director of this play gently pulled open the curtains to see a full house. “This is what I have been dreaming of ever since I taught drama club back at my school.” The director had a beret, circular red glasses, and a black turtleneck sweater. “PLACES, PEOPLE! THE SHOW IS ABOUT TO START! THE WORLD WILL SOON KNOW THE NAME OF HEINZ GUNTHER!”

“I don’t care, I’m a champion, I deserve that gum.” Vincent Beauregarde has been annoying me all tour. He’s arrogant, rude, and stupid. He’s a complete jock, donning a backwards baseball cap, blue sneakers and a sleek blue tracksuit that hugged him in all the right places. He made sure it accentuated his muscles. The accentuation of his ass was an accident, although I’m still not completely convinced. He’s been chewing his gum obnoxiously all day, insulting all of us, and he’s even the one who kicked Augustus into the chocolate river and then laughed when the fat pig got stuck in the pipe. Wonka had brought us all to the Inventing Room, and as if he wanted to reward Vincent, the first thing he showed the group was the Great Gum Machine. The machine whirred and fizzed and buzzed with ear-piercing intensity, but still not as intense as Vincent’s incessant chewing. The machine finally spat out a small piece of gum. A three course meal in one as Wonka explained. Vincent immediately

It was Halloween night as Allie walked through her apartment door, dressed as cute skeleton in a witches costume. She carried a large Scarlett red colored burlap sack filled to brim with various sweet treats, while her protruding stomach stuck out twelve inches in front of her petite body frame. Her hair long was dyed a bright pink color, a long with having toxic green colored highlights in her hair as well. Her Hazel colored eyes glowed with excitement, eager to sit down and eat her sweet treats from tonight’s gathering. It wasn’t everyday that she could go out and stuff herself without restraint, while having worried eyes looking at her with both confusion and fright. Halloween was Allies favorite holiday, besides thanksgiving or any other holiday that revolved around eating. When she got to her burgundy colored sofa, she sat down on it with a hard thud; feeling her swollen stomach jostle into the flesh of her thickening thighs. It growled with hunger, demanding the celebrating

"There," Link said, "we can rest there tonight." Link beckoned, and Sidon sighed as he followed the hero. Link dashed down the hill, yelling and hollering as he got near the enormous tent, gently patting the horses before sneaking inside. “How much further until the village, feels like we have been walking for weeks.” The Zora complained, slumping into the chair. The blonde hero chuckled gently, “It’s only been three days,” He stated. Sidon groaned in response, giving his stomach a few pats as it growled with protest. Link kept his eyes glued to the map, biting his lower lip. “It looks like we’ll reach Rito Village tomorrow. It’s just over the mountain.” He announced. “We don’t have to climb over the mountain, do we?” The shark whined. “No, the map says there is a bridge, we could make it there faster by horse.” The blonde answered. “Do you think I am in any shape to ride a horse right now?” Sidon growled. “I’m sure we can buy a carriage to go with it,” Link replied, with a

This Story is one of my favorites of all time and I always thought there could have been some more added to it near the end so I added some more content to this great classic story. Thank you Dr Enlarge for your great works Water Weight By DrEnlarge "Don't even scratch her or she might still explode" copyright 1996 Bernie Thigpen waited patiently at the elevation train depot. In his hand he cradled the one thing that could make him a rich man: a plastic vial of Dehydrated Water. Bernie, a lanky 28 year old, had been working overtime on his doctorate thesis when he'd stumbled upon a way to condense and package water. One miscroscopic granule of what Bernie laughingly called "hard water" would rehydrate into a whole cup of the liquid stuff. All it took was one drop of water to set the chemical chain reaction into motion. Behind him, a really cute girl emerged from the end of the escalator. Her reddish-brown hair swayed gently in the afternoon breeze. Bernie turned and saw her 5' 1" figure walking in his direction, a purple fuzzy angora sweater cut low and short black skirt draped nicely over her cherub-like figure. Their eyes met briefly and Bernie looked away first, a small smile crossing his lips. He couldn't wait to be rich and famous. Then he'd be able to get any women he wanted, even the one standing right behind him now. The train began pulling into the station. Bernie stole glances at the girl behind him. How he'd wished for a bit of a spine. He'd longed for the day when he could just whirl around and say "hi" to any woman that struck his fancy. But his was not that day and he had to be content with keeping his mind on his job of delivering his invention to the patent office. With a woosh the doors opened and Bernie began to board the train. Now the problem with being too eager sometimes is that you forget your surroundings. Bernie realized this as he saw a flood of people exiting the doorway as he headed in. When the business man stuck Bernie's shoulder, his first instinct was to protect the vial. However, since it was already airborne, all he could do was curse as he got sideswiped by another commutor with a stroller. When the flow of people stopped, he began searching the ground for his vial. He spotted it just as he heard the door chime sound off. They were going to close! Quickly he leaned down to get it and his head bumped into the black skirt of the lady that was behind him. She was hurriedly trying to get around Bernie and into the train. Embarrassed, he continued reaching for the vial when he noticed it had been opened. Almost half of the contents were missing! Frantically he snatched up the cork that had been on the top and, placing it back in the vial, bolted for the door. His left leg caught the door just as it was closing and the doors retracted automatically to allow him to enter. Bernie wasted little time in assessing the damage done by his little run-in with rush hour traffic. A good portion of the dust-like substance was gone. Bernie looked back at the spot on the concrete where the vial had landed. There was a bit of the dust there, but hardly enough to account for the amount he'd lost. As the train began slowly to pull away, he wondered what would happen when the custodial personnel tried to mop that dirt up. As best as he could figure, with that amount they'd have a fairly large mess to contend with. As Bernie stood there watching the spot move away, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Startled, he spun around, half expecting to see one of the many vagrants that ride the transit looking for spare change for booze. Instead, he was face to face with the woman he'd collided with just moments before. Her face was stunning. A perfect button nose, two big eyes with just the right amount of makeup and chipmunk-cheeks that made anyone want to pinch them. "Excuse me," she began, "but do you have a Kleenex?" "Um ... no ... wait ... maybe," Bernie stammered, trying desperately to think of a cloth-like substance he might have on him that might substitute for a Kleenex. His hands frantically patted down every pocket he had, taking immediate stock of their contents just from the touch. He realized he had nothing that would work. Raising his eyes to meet hers, he couldn't believe he was missing an opportunity like this. From this day forward he swore never to leave the apartment without a hundred Kleenex stashed on him. "No ... I'm sorry, Miss ... I don't seem to have one," Bernie replied in a sad tone. She nodded and then shyly began to wipe something from her cleavage with her sleeve. Within seconds, though, she stopped and a puzzled look washed over her face. Bernie couldn't help but let his eyes be drawn towards where she was looking. Her ivory-white smallish breasts were being hopefully pushed together and up by what seemed to Bernie to be a push-up bra. The girl's faint cleavage bore a hint of make-up which seemed to vanish as he watched. Almost on cue, Bernie and the girl looked up and knew what each had been doing. Bernie got so embarrassed that he turned his head and thocked it against the support bar next to where he was standing. The girl covered herself and looked to see if anyone else had been watching her, blushing heavily. As Bernie's brain began to break through his embarrassment, he realised something. The dusty powder on the girl's chest could have been the hard water material. His eyes grew wide as this thought crossed his mind. He'd never contemplated human interaction with the powder yet! Its size would indeed allow it to pass through the skin into the body, but he'd never worried about it at the lab due to the fact he was always well protected. His mind raced as he looked back at the girl, this time with a look of fear adorning his face. The girl wasn't looking at Bernie or anyone else this time. She seemed to be studying her chest again and with a look of concern. Just as Bernie looked down to see what she was staring at, a lady on the overly-crowded train pushed in between them with her girth and blocked his view. Bernie quickly began to bob his head around, trying to see anything more of the girl, but it was in vain. Around to the left of his position, he saw a 40-ish businessman turn his head slightly in the girl's position, stare for a moment with a small grin, then return back to his paper. To Bernie's right a grunge-looking youth was staring in what could be the direction of the girl's figure. As he studied the youth, he could tell that the lad was becoming less obvious about what he was staring at and then noticed that he tapped his girlfriend on her tattooed shoulder and pointed in the girl's direction. Bernie looked back towards the businessman. His eyes were looking back in the girl's direction, but this time his grin was replaced with a look of disbelief. Something was happening behind the glacier of a woman that had oozed between him and the girl. Frantically, Bernie looked for a path around Mount Womanhood, but bodies were jammed in pretty tight and there seemed no polite way around. The train jolted for a brief second, tossing the behemoth backwards a bit. A passage of space opened for a moment and Bernie's heart stopped cold. The girl was standing there, looking panicky, her arms wrapped around her chest. Even so, the train's jolt was still reverberating in her now D-Cupped bosom. Her chest was bigger! Her eyes met his briefly before the landmass of flesh shifted back into her original sight-blocking position. Bernie stood very still, trying to think about what was happening. The powder had obviously landed on that poor woman's chest and due to its nature had sunk in. The growth meant that it was reacting with the water in her body, but thinking about how much reaction there would be made Bernie nervous. He tried to calculate the amount of hard water still in the vial compared to the amount he'd seen on the landing at the stop, but he couldn't comprehend just how much that left unaccounted. He stopped trying to figure it out when he heard the businessman talk. "Are you OK, ma'am?" the older gentleman asked shakily. His eyes were fixed at below eye level, Bernie noticed. He heard a reply, but it was too quiet to pick out the words. From the tone, however, he could tell it was the girl and she was frightened. Big Bertha finally noticed something other than the candy bar she was munching on and turned her head to observe the commotion. Once she saw what was going on, she backed up in surprise, much to the dismay of the people she crushed behind her. Bernie saw the opening and this time instead of looking through it he maneuvered into the spot. He didn't have much room, though, for the girl had seen the same opening and had taken a step forward to give her new self more room. Bernie stopped himself just before he collided with the girl's DD chest. His jaw dropped as he saw her milky-white breasts straining against her purple sweater, pulling the V-neck further away from her body and showing six inches of cleavage. Her dainty hands again cupped themselves around her new growth, trying vainly to contain and stop their further expansion. Long red nails on both hands were hard pressed against the full sweater, but Bernie instantly saw that her jugs were plump and her hands sunk deep into them. "What's going on?" the girl said to no one in particular. By now, all within sight of the girl were looking at the spectacle. Slowly her breasts were filling up her sweater to the breaking point. Bernie saw through the sides of her v-neck that her bra straps were loose. She must have busted her bra moments before. No way an B-cup bra could've stood up to those mounds. Her eyes were wide open and her cute little mouth was slack as she stared at what everyone else was staring at. Bernie watched the outside of her right breast to gauge how fast she was growing. As he stared, he actually saw her boob inflate wider and fuller, stretching her V-neck still further apart and further down. The sides of her tits were now far enough out that they were growing out past her arms which she still had across her ever-enlarging chest. By now, the whole train was crowding in, trying to see the girl that was getting bigger boobs by the second. The girl, giving up the vain attempt to cover herself by crossing her arms, slid her arms apart. Bernie heard the sweater strain even over the sound of the train. Her fingernails slid over her super-tight sweater as she released her boobs slowly from her hold, but she stopped short of fully dropping her arms. Now, she was cupping each breast with the same-sided hand, pulling them towards her body and in turn, out further. She could almost rest her arms on the bulk of her sideways growth. Her head popped up and scanned each face quickly for signs of help from anyone. "Oh, my God!" one man said quietly. Her chest continued to balloon. Tears were beginning under her arms. When the first one began, everyone looked, including the girl, towards the sound. Her face grimaced a bit. The sweater really looked tight on her now. Her midriff was now showing as her sweater's bottom had begun to crawl up her body towards the underside of her volleyball- sized boobs. Her little hands looked so small compared to her massing melons and they were moving outwards more and more. The bottom of her breasts was above her navel until she showed signs of fatigue and began letting them drop. They sagged slightly, just hiding her belly button, but Bernie could tell that they were getting tighter. One woman beside Bernie fainted, but no one cared. "I need help! Someone help me!" the girl cried, her grip on the front of her growing gazongas getting looser due to her ever-tightening skin. The business man was almost drooling as his glazed-over eyes soaked in every new inch of her. The grunge boy began to reach out his had to touch her boob when his girlfriend knocked his hand back. Bernie shook his head and came to his senses. He was responsible for this problem, he'd have to find a way to solve it before ... before something bad happened. Bernie cleared his throat and tried to quiet the croud. Even with everyone trying to back away from the girl's body, there wasn't much room left for her to grow without touching someone. As the crowd quietened, you could hear the staggered sound of her shirt ripping bit by bit down the side. Her big eyes looked hopefully towards his, almost tearfilled. "I know what's happening here," Bernie said. Everyone looked his way. As he opened his mouth to continue, he paused. What was he going to say next? He had no idea how to help this ballooning body stop. All he could do was try to figure out how much hard water had she absorbed. "Ma'am," he said to the straining face of the girl. "That dust that fell on you. How much was there?" "Oh, God, my breasts feel so big!" she grunted, almost pulling at her sweater. "Uh ... I don't remember. It covered my chest when I first looked down, but then," she drifted off, trying to arch her back a bit. Her breasts were really growing now, every jostle that the train caused was amplified by her bulbous front. It would have been worse except her tight top was still - barely - containing her. Cleavage was squeezing out of the V-neck so much that it looked like someone was baking bread and the dough was rising. From her sides more and more tit flesh was breaking through. Wouldn't be long before her sweater ruptured. Bernie could see the beginnings of blue veins in her skin. "Something is rushing into my boobs! God, I can feel them blowing up! Mister, you gotta stop them! I'm getting huge!" "Umm ..." Bernie thought. That much hard water could spell trouble for this young woman if she was right. He needed to get the water out that was in there before she got too big and exploded. Since the hard water was probably reacting with her milk glands, Bernie decided that she needed to give milk. But he didn't know how fast someone would be able to suckle her chest, surely not fast enough to stop her growth. RIP! The girl's sweater gave up and split down both sides. The front went limp and rested against her chest. It did little to conceal her mammoth mounds, even when she grabbed the bottom part and tried to stretch it to cover her distended nipples. Her areolae were as wide as a plate now and they looked very taut. She looked comical trying to cover her beachball-sized breasts. They took up her entire torso, spreading down to below her belt and out past her elbows. She gave up trying to gather herself from the side and stretched her arms over the center of both breasts, just barely reaching her life-saver-sized nipples. "Ok...everyone...she's going to get much bigger if we don't figure out a way to milk her fast!" Bernie shouted. "Does anyone here have any idea how we can do that?" "How big am I going to get?" the girl shouted, leaning back against the door now. She was really having a hard time standing now. "I'm too big as it is! Just look at me! I can't get any bigger, mister. My skin is getting so tight!" she pleaded, looking like she'd welcome it if someone just stuck her with a pin. "Why don't we just pop them?" someone suggested, reading the girl's mind. Bernie considered it before someone spoke up. "No, you can't. That little hole in her skin would probably let loose a torrent of ... whatever's blowing her up. I'm a doctor and although I've never seen this before," the old man said, pointing at the girl's tits still blowing up bigger and bigger," we can't just poke a hole in her side." "I'm going to pop soon anyway, I can feel it!" the girl shouted, gripping her teats with her fingernails. "If someone doesn't do something soon, I'm going to pop myself! I can't take this pressure ... it keeps coming into me, making my boobs heavier and heavier!" The doctor made his way to the front of the semi-circle around the girl and instructed two people on each side of the girl to grab her arms and keep her nails away from her tits. She fought them at first, sensing this might be her last chance to stop her growth, and began to slap her chest, clawing with her nails after each downstroke. Her colossal chest bounced angrily, but didn't blow. As they secured her arms, she slid to the floor, her chest reaching out past the hem of her skirt and almost up to her chin. She looked helplessly out at the people around her, the tattered purple sweater up around her neck like a bib with her engorged mammaries flowing out from under it. The floor must have been cold, because as soon as her tits hit the ground, her nipples stood out a good inch more, looking rock hard. The doctor stood in awe, as did the rest of the people around the girl. Her eyes darted from one breast to the other as they grew rounder and fuller. "My boobs! Look at my boobs!" she said hysterically. "They're not stopping! I'm too full! God, they're so tight! Please ... do something before they blow!" Thinking, the doctor looked like he'd had an idea just as the girl screamed and writhed on the ground, almost breaking loose from the two men holding her arms away from her billowing breasts. "Ahhh! I can feel something blowing them up faster! What's happening?" she screamed, looking directly at Bernie. "You! Look at my tits, they're growing faster!" Bernie indeed looked and saw that they were stretching wider and further from her body more quickly now. He didn't have the heart to tell her that with more liquid in her glands, the more the hard water would unfold and fill her tits. "Never mind that. We need to make her climax, now!" the doctor said directly. People were trying to back away ever further now, forcing others on the train to stand on seats or get pressed against the walls. The girl's breasts were very blue veined now and her white skin was stretched so tight it almost looked shiny. People around her that couldn't move any further were having their feet covered by her ever-expanding hooters. The girl moved her legs apart a bit underneath her tits, but they were so heavy and had almost reached past her knees now that she couldn't make them move far. "OK!" shouted the doctor. "You, ma'am. You're in front of her. You've got to get down there and make her climax now or she'll explode!" the doctor said, pointing at a model wanna-be teen. The model looked shocked and shook her head, but already people around her were pushing her down towards the girl's cleavage. "I'm not doing this!" the model shouted, her head almost bouncing into the girl's distended cleavage. "I'm not a lesbian!" "You don't have to be, just get her to cum! You're the only one who has a chance of reaching her ... use your hand!" Bernie touted in, looking on as he saw the model lie flat on her stomach. She shook her head again, but then began moving her right hand underneath the girl's cleavage. "Everyone who can, gently move back so we can seperate her cleavage a bit and let that girl reach her clit!" the doctor ordered. The crowd didn't move, they had nowhere to go. "OK, then, pull her breasts apart GENTLY, everyone who can," he commanded. Everyone that could reach into the center of weather balloon-sized bust began to slowly tug on the tight yet watery mass of boob flesh. "Stop ... you're going to make me pop! Oh, God, I'm growing more and more each time I breathe! I'm covering my feet almost! She's never going to reach me!" the girl panted. Bernie now could feel her tits against his legs and groin. They grew and grew, pressing into him tighter and tighter as they continued to wedge into the crowd around her. His cock was right above her huge nipple and he moved his legs apart so it could go right under his nuts. Her head disappeared as her massive boobs grew up against her human bra. The people holding her arms still continued to do so, but Bernie could only see that they were holding something and not her arms anymore. It wouldn't be long before her tits completely covered her head, and she knew it. "My God, look at my breasts! They're getting hard! I'm going to explode, I just know it! God, the skin near me has stopped stretching! I can feel my skin stretching faster around my nipples! Oh Jesus, this is what balloons do just before they pop! I'm getting ready to blow up! God, my tits are getting enormous!" she yelled. People began to panic. They were speeding towards the next stop with a girl about to explode on an electric train. No telling what that was going to do to the train itself. Bernie could feel that the girl was right, her nipple was pushing into him faster and faster, trying to lift him up. "Look out, she's going to blow!" someone yelled from the crowd. A small scream was let out, probably from the girl, Bernie thought. There seemed no hope for the poor blimp-chested girl. The model was dragged out from underneath the girl's boobs, her face red from the pressure. "Here, use this!" a voice said from behind Bernie. A mop was handed to him overhead. He quickly handed the tool to the model, who dropped again to the floor, just out of range of the girl's massing mountains. She began quickly working the mop down between her cleavage. "God, I'm growing faster! I'm blowing up like a water balloon!" the girl cried. She suddenly began gasping. "I think I found it!" the model cried, her head being slowly pushed back by the girl's quickening growth. Bernie saw the mass of mammaries before him start to shake. She was either responding to the mop handle or was about to burst. "Oh God, that hurts!" the girl cried, but she continued to groan. "God, I can feel it building inside me! I'm going to pop!" No one knew whether she was referring to her chest or the orgasm, but everyone held their breath. The model let out a grunt as she thrust the mop hard into the Boobs from Hell. A shrill scream came from the girl's direction. Bernie looked across her girl's impossibly large breasts, now eye-level to him. He could see the mass of her boobs quake and shiver. Everyone closed their eyes, thinking she was going to burst. But just then Bernie felt the log-like nipple still between his legs kick and jump. Yells of shock came from all around behind him. He felt something rushing through the skin of her nipple. She'd climaxed! "Don't be alarmed, she's just cycling the liquid out!" the doctor yelled. "Her nipples should be able to handle the strain of the outburst of liquid." Everyone sighed in relief, except for those getting soaked. Bernie smiled as the motion underneath his member continued. "So this is what the spin cycle feels like?" he murmured to himself. He felt water rush around his feet. This train was going to get wet, fast. "Someone hit the emergency lever and kill the power to the train!" a voice in the back yelled. There was a tinkle of glass and everyone felt the train slow. Bernie felt the huge breast infront of him as it slowly deflated. The girl was still moaning and shrieking: apparently she was still climaxing with all this activity going on in her body. Bernie felt the nipple recede and he relaxed his leg-grip on her teat. It flipped up past his groin and pounded his chest with a torrent of milk. He tried to hold his hands up against the stream, but that just diverted the spray into everyone else. He was going to get soaked, regardless. Over the loud spray, he heard the girl still belting out orgasmic shrieks. Then ... "Ohgod ohgod ohGod OhGOD!" the girl cried. "It's not stopping! I'm...uuhhhhh.." she cried between ecstasy-filled groans. "I still feel....*gasp*...feel it blowing ....uhhhh...blowing my tits up!" Bernie noticed right away that her huge nipple and shiny areola, distorted so much that it was the size of a trash can lid and barely noticeable, was indeed not receding anymore. The milk still rushed from her bottle-sized nipples, but the hard water inside her system must still be unfolding converting to milk, and at an increased rate. She was still growing. "UHHH...I'm coming....Ohhh..I'm coming too much," she strained. "I'm going to pass out! God, uhhhhh ... why am I not bursting?!?" The girl's boobs swelled dangerously bigger. They had again reached the point at which they had previously stopped growing, and passed it. Bernie could almost see the point the girl had made about her breast flesh. Near the top, he could see her boobs stop growing upwards at a staggering rate, and start growing forward. In mere moments the leading edge of that growth would reach her areola, then her nipples. He felt her cool, slick skin press against his arms and her fountaining nipple buried itself in his chest. "Oh, God, I'm clogging her nipple!" a man said from Bernie's left. Just then, Bernie's milk-flow stopped as her nipple bent up against his chest and grew up towards his chin. "Mine too!" Bernie yelled. "Someone behind me move!" But no one could. With a cataclysmic yell, the girl screamed and her breasts heaved forward, no longer being drained by her nipples. Bernie watched in horror as the odd growth pattern on her breast grew directly towards her areola. As soon as it reached it, it began puffing it outward rapidly. "OH GOD! MY TITS!" the girl bellowed. "THEY'RE EXPLODING!" Bernie felt her nipple thrust into his chest more and more, getting harder every second. Her areola swelled so fast it struck him in the head like a punch. He could hear her skin squeak as it filled to the breaking point. "SOMEONE HELP!" the girl moaned. "I WANT TO POP! THEY'RE GROWING OVER MY HEAD! OH ... OH..OH.OH!" she screamed and Bernie could hear someone slapping on them as the sound carried inside her liquid filled tits. She completely filled this end of the train, her breasts mashed against the ceiling. Bernie suddenly felt the nipple try to straighten out. The growth had reached the nipple. She could grow no more. "I'M GOING TO BURST!!!" she yelled, slightly muffled by her skin, Bernie figured. He closed his eyes, not knowing what to expect next. Then, all at once, the pressure that had been crushing him stopped. He felt her nipple quiver against his body and under his chin, but no more growth happened. Meanwhile the other nipple slipped by the other passengers the growing breast clearing a path pressing one passenger after the other against the walls.  A thick busty passenger was trying to make her way through the crowd away from the growing breast as it was gaining steam not far behind as it found its new found freedom.  The busty passenger reached the back of the train car frantically trying to open the door, but it would not open because the power was off on the train.  She was in such a panic she failed to see the emergency release lever so she grabbed a fire extinguisher and attempted to brake out the small window on the door.  The glass was shatter resistant but with enough hits the whole window was knocked free from the seals.  The window was fairly small and at chest level.  She started to attempt to climb out the window,  she was barely able to squeeze her large bosom through the opening but there was one more obstacle.  Not only was the woman blessed up top, she also was sporting some beautifully wide hips which prevented the rest of her body out of the train.  As the breast was surging toward the woman,  the nipple seemed to be on a mission.  The throbbing rod was approaching its destination,  there was a tunnel under a plaid miniskirt that the nipple was pointing right at.  As the woman struggled she felt a pressure on her nether regions, harder and harder until...there was a scream from the trapped woman, the thick long rod that protracted just entered the stuck woman.  She couldn't believe what just happened but she also was oddly turned on the warm pulsating member throbbed as the breast ran out of room to grow. The penetrated woman felt another odd sensation, it felt like her snatch was rhythmically contracting, but the opposite of that was actually the truth. With each throb the nipple was growing and growing, stretching and widening. Suddenly there was a tremor from the train sized orb, with a scream of extacy the nipple began erupting inside its vessel. The trapped woman looked down to see her once soft flat belly start to fill out with a bump, as the pressure continued it changed to a belly, then she looked like a large beach ball was shoved and fully inflated into her womb.  Another passenger seen the commotion and attempted to stop the invading member,  they grabbed onto the breast with both hands barely able to get a firm grip on the taut skin.  A wet sloppy noise could be heard as it popped free from her Womanhood, but almost as fast as it came out the grip on the massive tit was lost and rammed back into the filled woman again.  The feeling was different this time, it was in her ass.  All of the squeezing and groping triggered another orgasm from the colossal breasted woman,  which triggered the nipples to spray like fire hoses into the trapped woman again. As her size now multiplied by the seconds, her belly surged and she tried screaming but as she opened her mouth milk started fountaining from it.  A fire truck with rescue workers was approaching the rear of the train, the jet streaming out of her mouth Aimed right at the oncoming vehicle with so much force it blew the windshield right into the driver, knocking him unconscious.  The truck still had enough momentum that it hit the front of the milk filled balloon woman.  After she felt the mild collision she looked foreword to see that the flow of milk had ceased spraying from her mouth. There right in front of her, the nozzle mounted to the roof of the truck was wedged in her mouth Stopping the flow of milk.  The other rescue workers exit the vehicle in a panic, and in that panic the switch for the pump was turned on.  Suddenly she felt pressure at both ends, almost instantly her body became round. 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 feet in diameter and just as fast as it started, the growth stopped.  Suddenly dark stretch marks were appearing, darker and longer she was at her limit.  Even that stopped the truck ran out of water and the breast stopped spurting milk.  She lay there in shock as her body was literally at its limit.  The massive breasted woman shifted slightly and the mop handle just barely grazed her clittoris causing a mini orgasm which sent 1 last gallon of milk into the overtaxed container.  With a muffled scream her flesh tore open like a zipper sending thousands of gallons of milky water to the ground. People against the girl's breast rustled and Bernie heard muffled voices carried through her chest. The hard water had stopped unfolding. "Everyone stay still," the doctor ordered. "She's highly unstable. Don't even scratch her or she might still explode!" Everyone stopped moving, waiting for something to happen. "JUST DO IT!" the girl yelled, but Bernie could hardly hear her. From behind him, Bernie felt the rush of air. Emergency crews had managed to open the doors. They were sorry they did. The girl's breasts felt the chance for advancement and pushed everyone out the door that they could, trapping some just beside the doorway. The crew outside, having just been knocked over by a push of ten people or so, looked back at the doorway to see two huge areolae and nipples thrusting themselves out the doorway, filling it entirely. Bernie, trapped beside the door by her breast, was happy not to have her nipple under his chin anymore. "Jesus!" one of the workers commented. They just stood and looked at the sight. Just then, a shriek came from the other side of the car. The girl was coming again. Everyone on the track moved as her nipples pulsed forward a bit and began to jet water again. Over the next thirty minutes, she almost passed out twice from her constant orgasms, but people on the other side of the track kept her awake with smelling salts. By the time she was down to a manageable side, the entire track was flooded and clean-up crews were arriving on the scene. Bernie walked over to her side as they picked her up after her final waking orgasm. She still had basket-ball sided hooters, but she was still coming in her sleep and they continued to spurt water to the tune of her rapid heart rate. An exhausted smile was melted on her face and the paramedics strapped her into the gurney and placed her in the ambulance. The doctor came up beside Bernie and looked on. "She'll be fine. She'll have stretchmarks from hell, but she's be fine. What I want to know is, how did you do that to her?" "It's a long story, and I'm soaked. Get the story from the police after they grill me, OK? Thanks for your help in saving her," Bernie said, exhausted. He walked towards the beckoning officer on the side of the tracks. As he did, his vial fell from his pocket, noticed only by the doctor. Bending down to tie his shoe, the doctor retrieved the vial. With a quick grin, he proceeded towards the ambulance.

In a small town outside of Vegas there lived a young woman named Lily. At just 22 years old, she was known throughout the world as the stretchiest nymphomaniac to ever grace the earth. Lily's body possessed an extraordinary flexibility, allowing her to accommodate any size cock with ease. But Lily's insatiable desire for sexual pleasure knew no bounds. She yearned to set a new world record, one that would challenge even her own remarkable abilities. She dreamt of conquering the largest dildo ever created, a massive monstrosity that stood at a staggering 10 feet in length and 2 feet in width. Determined to achieve her goal, Lily dedicated herself to rigorous training and stretching exercises. She spent hours each day preparing her vagina for the colossal challenge that awaited her. With each passing day, her body grew more elastic, her pleasure threshold expanding beyond imagination. As fate would have it, the colossal dildo she sought was not a mere sex toy hidden away in a secret room. No, it was a grand spectacle, a public monument proudly displayed outside the headquarters of the renowned sex toy manufacturer. This enormous creation, aptly named "The Goliath," stood tall as a testament to human desire and the pursuit of sexual ecstasy. One fateful day, after months of intense preparation, Lily stood before The Goliath. The colossal dildo gleamed in the sunlight, its enormity taunting her, yet fueling her insatiable lust. With a mix of excitement and nervousness, she prepared to mount this mammoth phallus. Beside being a monument The Goliath was also fountain its waters lay dormant. This fountain, intricately designed to resemble a giant cock, was the source of a mysterious white, slimy fluid. Little did Lily know that this fluid would play a significant role in her ultimate satisfaction. As she positioned herself, her body quivering with anticipation, she set her welcoming lips atop the massive tip. She holds her breath and with a cringe she relaxed her vulva, with almost a full bottle of lube directly squirted into her the head entered with a loud squelching sound. Lily's eyes instantly rolled to the back of thier sockets and a deep moan she began bouncing in the air the only thing holding her now was her pussy on that bulbous head which you could clearly see bulging her canal, which looked like a basketball being pushed in and out. Some time passes and a maintenance worker appeared, the original plan was just to lube up Goliath and keep the pump off, but lily had a different idea. With lust in her eyes while perched on the monument she puts in the request to turn the pump on. His eyes widening at the sight before him. Lily's seductive smile and the temptation of an unforgettable experience convinced him to grant her request. Hesitant yet intrigued, he approached the fountain's controls. "Please," Lily pleaded, her voice dripping with desire. "Turn on the pump. Let me feel the full force of this monumental pleasure." With a mix of trepidation and arousal, the maintenance worker acquiesced. He reached for the controls and slowly activated the pump, unleashing the torrent of white, slimy fluid. The fountain sprang to life, its phallic head spewing forth the liquid of unimaginable pleasure. As the first drops of the cum-like substance entered Lily's womb, she felt an intense rush of pleasure coursing through her body. A feverish ecstasy washed over her, and her body began to swell, growing larger and larger with each passing second. Initially, her body expanded to the size of a yoga ball, her skin stretching to accommodate the influx of fluid. But the pleasure was far from over. Lily's body ballooned further, reaching the size of a giant beach ball, her moans of ecstasy echoing through the air. With every passing moment, her body continued to inflate, her skin stretched to its limits. The pressure inside her womb intensified, pushing against the colossal dildo lodged within her. Lily's feverish bucking only increased, her desire for more overwhelming her senses. And then, with a final, explosive surge of pleasure, the dildo slid all the way through her, emerging from her mouth. Lily found herself suspended mid-air, impaled by the massive dildo, and the cum-like substance oozing from both ends. Her body, now resembling a massive weather balloon, quivered with pleasure and satisfaction. The once-stretched nymphomaniac had achieved the unthinkable, pushing her body to its limits and beyond. She had set a new world record, one that would forever be etched in the annals of sexual history. As the cum-like substance continued to flow, Lily reveled in her triumph, her every desire fulfilled. The maintenance worker stared in awe and disbelief, realizing that he had been a witness to an unforgettable spectacle of pleasure and excess. And so, suspended in the air, her body swollen and glistening, Lily basked in the glory of her accomplishment, forever cementing her legacy as the world's most insatiable nymphomaniac and the conqueror of The Goliath.

Art college is often the pinnacle of creative inputs, a melting pot of cultures and visions. Often leading to bubbles of both explosive temperaments and of passionate dreams. This was no different for the cadre that called the Livingston Creative Institute home. A group of friends all gravitated by a single entity. A woman so sweet and cinnamon roll that she could bind oil and water. Though with how their argument at lunch was going, you’d say they were closer to vinegar and baking soda. The quad was filled with the shouts of passion as the two key figures argued. “I can’t believe you! You seriously think that VFX are what make a movie? What about the actors? What about the human soul?!” The man’s voice was almost in a sniping tone as he looked across their little nook. The man ran his hands through his quaffed blonde hair as he made his argument, almost like he was giving a headshot. Glossy eyelashes fluttered with his eyes as he closed them at the final exclamation. His hand

Warning: 18+ Content The Boat kicked off again as it left the candy room and started taking the boys towards the tunnel's entry way. Tommy watched as both boys squirmed about uncomfortably as their bodies gurgled and sloshed. There were no back rest on the boat so he had the luck of getting the whole view from the backseat. He enjoyed just staring at their inflated butts, hanging off of the chair they sat on. Tommy remembered he had another test while they made their way down to the inventing room. “Oh! I almost forgot!” Both boys struggled turning around with their fattened bodies as he said this. He pulled out a metal bucket from under his own chair and raised it high by the handle. “More treats! For tasting and testing obviously!” He said gleefully as he pulled out another bucket by the handle. “For the both of you!” He said as he handed both buckets to the pair. Both boys gave one a nervous glance, but Peter couldn’t contain his greed at home, so what was going to contain his greed at the factory? He suddenly grabbed the bucket for himself, and looked inside. “Blueberries?! But these are natural! Why do you need us testing the actual fruit? Rather than Wonka products?!” He questioned “These are Wonka Products! They are –“ “No way!!! I'm not eating anything Blueberry related ever again! Did you not see what those Blueberry pies did to us?! I mean look at us! We look like fat arses!” Declan cut Tommy off. “Well... I wouldn't say you ‘look’ like fat arses... id say you both... pretty much are” Tommy replied with a grin as he poked Declan’s butt with his cane. “Hey! Don’t touch me again or ill throw you off this stupid boat!” Declan reacted. Suddenly they both stopped arguing when suddenly they heard a loud chomping sound again. Turning around they were both met with Peter, eating away at his bucket of blueberries... Peter found he couldn’t stop himself as soon as he started... He was just completely focused on emptying that bucket. Declan watched Peter pig out, his mouth starting to water slightly again as his fattened belly let out a loud gurgle. “sounds like somebody is hungry...” Tommy teased with a smile The scent of blueberries became too strong and Declan couldn’t help himself. “just...a few” he muttered to himself as both boys basically fell into a daze as the only thoughts on their minds was to eat until that ‘hungry feeling’ was gone. Tommy knew why however, he knew that the reason they couldn’t resist was because the juice itself acts sentient in a way... Needing more and more “Berry juice” In order to expand and stretch their victim out until they are a full grown Blueberry, making them hungry because the juice isn’t finished feeding yet and needs the victim to supply more juice while they can still move. He knew that with the gum, it would be a permanent flow of juice until the victim had stopped chewing or spat the gum out finally. And this way he was able to test out the Blueberry inflation formula in many different ways. Tommy had modified these ‘blueberries’ that the boys were now snacking away on, to have even more of an aphrodisiac effect. Causing Tommy to grow excited and slightly aroused knowing what is coming next.. Suddenly Peter starts moaning while he gorges down on the blueberries. Declan stops snacking for a short moment. “Dude calm down, are you sure you don’t have a blueberry fetish or something?! Jesus.” Declan said before continuing his own gorge. Tommy’s heart sank for a moment, as he actually did have a Blueberry fetish... with both boys oblivious to the fact that they are currently in a Blueberry fetish fantasy. “I...mmmm...can't help myself...i really....mmm can’t “ Peter moaned as he finished the bucket and threw it aside. Rubbing his belly as he moved himself over so he could lean on the side of the boat, holding his gut as he did so. Suddenly though, Peter’s hard cock suddenly twitched violently and stuck upwards and stayed that way. “huh?!” He said when suddenly he let out a loud moan as the tip of his cock started leaking a blue substance slightly through his track pants. “Holy shit! Fuck! Im getting even more---*moan* horny!” his dick also started growing upwards as he said this. Getting not only taller but wider as well. His balls swelling into the size of soccer balls, as he squirmed around, grabbing onto his large boner and trying to soothe it, his underwear growing incredibly tight and started to slightly rip at the sides in his pants as his cock begged for freedom. “Fuck it feels so good! Im fucking massive!” he said, grabbing onto his hard giant member and giving it a stroke. “ugh dude! Your fucking disgusting! Keep it in your pants! That's gotta be just you getting horny over this! Aphrodisiac my ass!” Declan replied. “BRO IM SORRY, IT JUST FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! OH MAN!” He moaned Behind Peter his ass swelled outwards, causing him to moan even more. Tommy, with eyes on Peter's growing manhood, looked down at his butt as it started to expand like two big pillows had been stuffed back there. He turned to Declan and giggled to himself. For someone so “worried” about the Blueberry transformation, he certainly was indulging! He thought as he watched Declan finish off his Blueberry bucket. Watching the look of despair on his face as he realised what he just did and couldn’t resist doing, as he dropped the empty bucket. Suddenly Declan starts to feel it.... a strange but unique feeling as he starts to feel his already tight underwear start to stretch…he looks at his crotch and watches in shock and disgust as his cock starts to stand upward in arousal. He moans unwillingly "Ugh what the fuck?! I wasn’t horny a second ago!” he complained when suddenly he felt the juice enter his butt, he turned his body while sitting to get a view of his ass as it started to push out and spread. Stretching the fabric more and more as his ass billowed out behind him. Making Tommy grow properly aroused. “Aphrodisiac my ass!” Tommy said as he poked Declan”s butt again. Causing Declan to moan from the touch. A little bit of blue liquid starts to leak from his boner as well as it continues expanding, but eventually and finally decides to stop. Getting to only half the size of Peters. But his ass was definitely filling out much more than Peter’s had been, as he felt himself rising higher as his butt below pushed his body upwards, until the point where his feet were slightly off the ground as he sat down. “M-MAKE IT STOP!” Declan yelled with a moan as he grabbed onto his inflated and round arse behind him that eventually started digging into Tommy’s knee. Causing Tommy to grow insanely hard as he couldn’t take his eyes away from Declan’s butt. “THOSE BLUEBERRIES JUST MADE US FATTER AND HORNIER! WHAT KIND OF TASTE TESTING IS THIS?!” Peter questioned. Now having the worries sink in as he grew fat and confused. Being so horny over something he had no idea could happen, but he didn't worry for long as he started feeling hungry again. “YOU TRICKED US YOU ASSHOLE, YOU BETTER FIX THIS! I CAN'T BE A BLUE FATSO” Declan screamed. “Oh, quit your yapping.” Tommy spoke. “Look where we are! You're both so distracted by some small changes that are easily fixable, that you haven’t realised that we made it!” He yelled and stepped out of the boat with his hands stretched wide apart. “THE INVENTING ROOM!” “Finally! Get this shit solved asap! I'm not leaving here until I'm back to normal!” Declan said as he tried to stand up but couldn’t get up off his large butt. “Will there be treats for us to taste test here too?! I'm starving!” Peter said while rubbing his engorged boner, making Tommy laugh. “Hungry?! That size says otherwise!” Declan replied as he continued trying his best to get up, groaning and pushing himself hard, with his cock still nice and hard. Declan was doing his best to ignore the feeling. “Say's you fat ass! You can’t even do this!” Peter said as he showed Declan himself standing up, with his cock pointing forward, when he noticed he grew embarrassed. Peter held onto the sides of his belly as he waddled his fat ass off the boat. Tommy walked towards a button on the wall with a microphone. “Looks like ill need some Oompas down here!” Tommy said suddenly as a few dozen short Oompa’s appeared. “NO ILL GET UP MYSELF! JUST ...UGGGGGGGGGH WAIT!” Declan said as he tried again. The humiliation was intense for Declan, the one thing he was self conscious about with his perfect body for being too big, was now triple the size. “Oompa’s, help our big bottomed guest out will you?” Tommy smirked as the oompas surrounded the fat and large buttocks of a man. They all grabbed onto his arms and started to pull him upwards. After a couple of struggles and Declan whining, they managed to get Declan standing. “Finally! We Were thinking we were going to have to just move along without you!” Tommy teased the out of breath Declan who said nothing but huffs and puffs in response. Feeling completely embarrassed as he turned around to check out just how big his ass had really gotten. “Blueberries...want more.... so much more. Make it stop!” Peter whined as he couldn't help but crave more blueberries. Declan was feeling the same and just didn’t speak on it. Both were struggling to stand and walk, with their large butts behind them. “Don't act like you both have never had big booties before! You both always have had large bums!” Tommy smiled as he watched them struggle. “Now my boys...Lets get you fixed and into the right…‘shape’ shall we?” he said as he pressed the button that opened the circular sliding doors open. ~ Once the doors were opened, both boys hurriedly waddled past Tommy. Declan was rushing because he wanted to get fixed as soon as possible while Peter was rushing hoping there would be more blueberries inside... As both boys, large tummies were gurgling for more juice. Tommy watched them and their large butt’s jiggling side to side with each step, before entering and closing the doors behind him. Declan looked around, both him and Peter had been in the inventing room a dozen different times to repair a lot of different things and machinery. With the place always crowded to capacity with workers, either human or Oompa depending on the day. But today the room was completely empty. “This place is a ghost town!” Declan yelled out with a slight groan. His voice slightly echoing off the walls. Only for both him and Peter to hear, what sounded like something dropping and a shoe or two squeaking against the floor… “Or not....” Declan added suspiciously. “Are the cleaners in here?” he asked. “I doubt it. This room is always making strange sounds...” Tommy brushed it off. Although Declan still had his eyebrow raised. “So do we get to taste test something else before we get fixed?” Peter asked excitedly while massaging his rounded belly, as he licked his lips thinking about getting his hands on more blueberries ... even though he knew it wasn’t the best idea. Especially after what happened. But he couldn't help himself, he felt good like this. All big, fat and juicy with his boner begging for more touch, but to Peter... the blueberries made him feel this way. And if he wanted the good feel of everything to keep going, he knew he needed more blueberries... a big part of him was telling him no. “Haven’t you had enough to taste already? We are as fat as fucking whales over here!” Declan yelled “With a whole bakery back there too!” Tommy teased, Declan just gave him a puzzled look in return. “Now, follow me big boys! I have just the right thing that will help with your ‘big’ problems. I bet you're both just craving some more blueberries too huh? I know just the thing!...and its blueberry flavoured too!” “More blueberries?! I want more!” Peter said with joy again as he tried to jump his fat body up and down only to barely get up off the ground, which resulted in him just jiggling his juicy body a couple of times. Which made him blush in embarrassment after finally catching Declans reactions to his greedy joy... “I mean.. if its going to fix us! Then i definitely want more!” He corrected himself “No! Fuck having any more! I already said i'd never eat anything Blueberry related again!” Declan yelled but as he did he also wanted more blueberry flavoured things… like a cigarette smoker going through a stressful time, needing his “fix”... He discarded those thoughts away and fought against the cravings. While Peter indulged in them. “as if it just happens to also be ‘blueberry flavoured’ just sounds like another one of your tricks! You're fattening us up into blue fatties! What’s the deal?!” Declan said getting frustrated and stomping his foot on the ground, only to have his butt jiggle around too. Which embarrassed him as he felt it behind him and made him even more angry. “Oh calm down Declan, you’ve been so fussy today! Just shut up and follow me, you two.” Tommy said as he simply just turned around and started walking towards a big machine, buzzing and humming away. Both boys followed Tommy to the machine, Tommy simply pressed the big blue button on the front and immediately two pieces of what seemed to be...gum? Popped out. “Gum?! Just gum?!” Declan said furious “Awww man” Peter whined disappointed, so aroused for blueberries...or anything that had blueberries in it that he could consume. “I just want more blueberries! I can't help myself!” He said as he started to soothe his enlarged boner again with a rub as it twitched for more ‘juice’ “How the fuck Is gum supposed to fix us?!” Declan said angrily as he snatched the gum from Tommy’s hand, as he did he almost fell over with his massive dump truck making standing unbalanced. At the same time he was still so horny and didn’t understand why, but was doing a much better job at hiding it and suppressing it than Peter was. “Well it’ll stop the cravings for starters! Like a smoker chewing on tobacco to quit, You will both be chewing on blueberry gum to quit!... Simple really.” Tommy lied. Tommy himself was as hard as a rock at this point but kept it hidden. “Blueberry gum?! BLUEBERRIES!” Peter suddenly yelled and waddled his fat ass over slowly to steal the gum from Tommy’s hands, he was struggling a bit with his weight... so Tommy just took a step forward and basically passed it to him as he yanked it from his hands and instantly threw it into his mouth and began to chew away. “Mmm blueberries!” Peter moaned. Declan watched Peter's greed for blueberries which started to make him no longer be able to suppress his desires for them either .. or anything blueberry flavoured. It was just like the buckets of blueberries all over again. Watching Peter smack his jaws away on something that contained blueberries just intensified his cravings even more. “What you just said didn’t explain how it would fix us though?!” Declan questioned as his mouth began to water once more.... eyeing the other stick of gum in Tommy's hand. Tommy brought out his notepad again and started writing down. “What are you even writing down?! What I said has nothing to do with how it tastes!” “I'm writing down Peter’s input... considering he’s actually being a hardworking member of this team. Just look at him chewing away!” Tommy said proudly as he put his notepad down and just smiled at Peter as he chewed more. “This is amazing gum Tommy! I can basically feel it working already!” Peter said as he looked around at himself and rubbed his bulge up and down, moaning before suddenly a spurt of blue cum spurted out soaking his underwear and pants completely. “Ar-are you cumming again?! Dude what the fuck!” Declan had more understanding now though after he was made to be unwillingly erect as well. “It's just the gum's way of getting the juice out! A very unique method...you don’t have to do it if you don't want to... but you mine as well. I mean you're already as hard as rock!” Tommy said as he poked Declans boner with his cane. Declan reacted with a moan but immediately blushed bright blue in shame and anger “Hey! What did I say about touching me?!” Peter's words encouraged Declan even more than the cravings did however... as he really did want to get rid of his blue oversized body, and butt. He would do anything to not suffer the humiliation that came with having a fat ass, which he already had to suffer through without all the added mass. Even if that meant cumming uncontrollably to get it out. “If this doesn’t work Tommy, I swear....” Declan spoke as he threw the gum into his own mouth and began to chew away. Tommy grinned as he watched the both of them smacked and chewed away. He looked down at his watch.... Just a couple more seconds and they should be starting up! The boy’s both chewed and chewed, Declan was waiting for something to happen when he started feeling it… “i-i think it's working!!” He said happily when suddenly Peter’s belly gurgled loudly, as Peter began to groan. Declan looked across to peter, and then down at his own fat belly as it let out a loud rumble. “Huh?” he looked back over at Peter, as Peter’s hands began to spread apart as his belly started to grow bigger once again. Peter started to chew faster, as he moaned. A small part of him didn’t want to grow, but a bigger part of him wanted him to keep it going, as he indulged in the amazing taste of the gum, not caring that he’s fattening himself up in order to soothe the cravings… “AGAIN?! YOU’VE TRICKED US AGAIN!?" Declan yelled angrily but kept on chewing, unable to resist the amazing taste of Blueberries gushing down his throat, as his own middle started to expand even rounder... Tommy just simply kept his smile on his face now, as his boner became obvious. It started pressing against his pants as he watched the magnificent view of both boys as their legs started sliding apart, trying to keep themselves standing. Their upper body swelling wider, causing their fattened arms to start losing mobility. Their fingers turned into the size of fat, round sausages. Peter suddenly lost his balance between his massive butt and belly. He fought against it for a little while before he fell over forwards from the size of his giant belly. Groaning as he did, waving his arms uselessly and dangling his legs behind him as his belly swelled out against the floor, raising him higher “More! Yes more!” he moaned as he shot out spurts of cum that sprayed across and along the floor like somebody was stepping on a hose and watching it spray. Declan was in shock as he watched Peter become so fat that he could no longer stand, watching his fat friend cum and swell as his own body grew, swelling in pace to catch up to the size of fat, blue friend. Peter moaned again “More! And more!” until suddenly... “More juice! Please! Yes! More! Mo- - mmmmmphhh!” Peter’s mouth shut as his face cheeks joined the swelling. Forcing his cheeks out like a chipmunk’s stuffed with nuts. Declan didn’t notice. Thinking Peter just finally shut up or came again... He grew confused however, as he felt his boner that he was almost able to calm down, begin growing harder again. Causing Declan to moan and giving him some more encouragement to keep on chewing, not because he wanted it, but because it felt so good. But he knew it shouldn’t and was able to stand his ground. He then noticed that Tommy himself was sporting a boner, and it wasn’t like Tommy had been snacking on the blueberries with “aphrodisiacs” in them... It seemed Tommy was simply just aroused, enjoying the show. Declan stomped his fat foot again, causing his juicy ass and body to jiggle around, but suddenly Declan also started losing his balance as he tipped over backwards onto his fattened butt... His ass raising him higher off the ground. He whimpered but looked back at Tommy, as Tommy felt no shame now and put his hands down his pants and began to play with himself, enjoying everything happening to the boys. “YOU SICK BASTARD! YOUR DOING THIS TO US ON PURPOSE! YOU ENJOY THIS! THAT’S IT! IM DONE, IM SPITTING--- MMMMMMPHHH!? Mmmph! Mmmmph! MMMMMMPHHH!” Declans screaming became muffled as he suddenly wasn’t able to speak anymore, it felt like he was forced to puff out his cheeks… “who knew you could shut up?” Tommy teased. Declan raised his chubby hands to his face and felt around as he noticed his own face cheeks had blown up. “MMMMPH?!” he looked at Tommy in complete panic as both boys started to grow taller and higher. Peter on his belly, and Declan on his butt. With Peter still cumming shots of cum across the floor. Tommy smirked and began to step back from the boys as he continued rubbing himself. “Just look at you both! Your fucking massive!” Tommy said with a slight moan on ‘massive’. "Too bad you both can’t spit the gum out now... seems like your fates are sealed as blueberries...” “MMMPPPH?! MMMPHHH?!” Declan panicked, “mmmmmphhh!” while Peter moaned. Tommy looked up at the rounded brat that was Declan, as his legs sunk into his bottom heavy body, leaving his feet dangling uselessly as his boner twitched some more. Tommy smiled as Declan’s arms began to sink into his body, he looked over at Peter and smirked as the same thing was happening with him. Both boys started completely rounding out. Leaving them Blueberry shaped as their bodies began to rock back and forth as the juice continued to fill them up. Declan’s arse was definitely bigger than Peter’s as it still puffed out, while Peters had now rounded out into his body. Making him completely spherical. They were both at least 25 feet high by now! Peter started cumming again, on what seemed like a repeat cycle. They were continuing to expand, inflate and round out... 26 feet, 27 feet... wait hold on? He stopped pleasuring himself as he noticed something and wanted to write it down. From his observations, Peter had slowed down and had only reached 26 feet while Declan’s size kept rising. Declan moaned, groaning and grunting as he felt himself expand bigger with his head sinking into his rounded body. “MMMMPHH!”... 30 feet, 31 feet...36 feet?..... 40 feet? Holy shit. Declan’s inflation started slowing down at 41 feet as Peter’s only reached 28 feet. Blueberry Oompa’s would only grow up to the size of your average person, while humans... he always theorised they would get bigger... but due to the amount of blueberry products they consumed, Tommy was willing to bet that was the reason for both boys being so huge. But why was Peter smaller? Tommy did some quick thinking as he looked down at the splashes of blueberry cum, and then over to Declan’s little dribble of cum on the floor... that was it! Due to Peter’s arousal and lack of control to stop himself from cumming... it seemed the less a berry cums the more they grow... interesting. He thought to himself as he wrote it all down. Both boys were rounded and helpless as Tommy listened to their muffled groans and bodies gurgling about, as they flapped their hands. Declan begging for it to stop, as his boner leaked berry cum. While Peter moaned for more, as his boner shot out more cum. “oh my, it seems you're both reaching your limits!” Tommy said cheerfully as he poked Declan’s rounded butt with his cane, and then Peter’s belly as he let out a little laugh. “I always knew you two would make the perfect little – (or should i say big?) Test subjects!” Declan could only whimper as he heard this while Peter just moaned for the 60th time in a row. “as you could probably tell by now... I didn't need your technician talents!” as Tommy spoke, a dozen shadows around the inventing room started to appear, as Declan and Peter both flicked their eyes side to side, watching as the shadows grew closer. “what i truly needed was your young, attractive and athletic bodies!” the shadows started to appear in the light as the boy’s noticed it was the Oompa Loompas...with... taller oompa loompas? They couldn’t make it out just yet. “As Well as your talents for eating as much as you can!” He said while giving Peter a poke. Some of the oompas got behind Declan and pushed against his butt, making him lay on top of his boner just like Peter, as he rolled onto his cock he couldn’t help but moan and spurt out a shot of berry cum across the floors. As he was pushed to face wonka, face to face. “And your talents.....well you don’t really have any do you? Besides having such a large butt” He said with a poke at Declan’s ass “And never being able to shut up! I bet it feels great, finally being able to close that big mouth of yours!” Tommy teased as he gave Declan’s chubby cheeks a pinch. The other taller shadows emerged... it was the tradies.... Declan’s heart sank, as Peter just stopped moaning for a short while to look around at everybody. It was all of the tradies that they absolutely hated having to work with. All of the tradies had big grins on their faces as they approached the boys. “THEY ARE MASSIVE” “Look at Declan’s butt! I always knew his ass could flatten somebody!” “Oh my god! Look how much Peter came!” “Holy shit. I'm surprised! I heard this one has problems cumming… don't ask! But I'm guessing he solved it!” Peter blushed in embarrassment as the tradies talked and made fun of the pair but he had to admit that he was absolutely enjoying the situation he was in. Both boys finally stopped swelling, with Peter reaching 30ft with his giant boner the size of a manhole cover as it continued spurting out shots of cum. While Declan grew almost twice the size of Peter. Reaching a whopping 50 feet, and oh boy he sure felt it. As his body grew immensely tighter with his giant ass the main centrepiece of the huge human Blueberry. “Well Oompas.. and my cheeky tradies!... its time for a song! Humiliation is very important for a proper juicing!” Tommy yelled with glee as he clapped his hands together, telling everybody to get ready to roll these boys! Both boys started flapping their hands and feet, groaning, moaning and “MMMMPHH! – ing “ as they watched as the oompas and the tradies they despised began to circle and surround them. Peter felt extremely embarrassed, making him basically flood out cum endlessly like a water hose being left on. Declan couldn’t help himself, he kicked his little feet under his gigantic buttocks as he felt his dick swelling twice as thick against the floor as he started leaking cum everywhere Music began to start... Peter’s cum flowing out started spraying out right before the oompas began to sing as he started feeling like the situation he was stuck in was extremely hot. Both boys couldn’t move or do a single thing to stop the group of tradies and oompas… all they could do was chew, cum, whimper, moan and flap their little hands and feet. Tommy suddenly grabbed out a little microphone. “Are we ready to rrrrrroooooooooolllllllll???” he sang as the drums kicked in, and the boys chewed faster nervously. The tradies all ran behind the boys. “I call dibs on rolling the fattest ass!” Both boys suddenly felt a dozen hands push against their taints as they started to roll forward. “Oompa Loompa Doopity Dar Listen Close, Listen Hard! The tale of these two, juicy boys! One filled with shame, the other with joy! The one with shame, never saw any wrong! Cumming, chewing, cumming, chewing, All day long! Chewing, cumming all day long. Chewing, cumming all day long. Cumming, chewing all day long. Declan felt extremely embarrassed as he was always cumming in his spare time, and now he was doing it unwillingly, as well as chewing. So the song was hitting him right in the embarrassment nerve. The Oompa’s sang as they all danced around the boys, with a few climbing nearby stairs and waiting until the boys were rolled underneath the railings to jump on the boys. Two groups of Oompas selected both boys as they began to jump on top of them as if they were trampolines. “MMMMPPPHHH!!!” Declan groaned “mmmmmmmyyeeeaaa” Peter moaned with another shot of cum. “if you were wise, you would’ve stopped eating! Snacking is fine when its once and a while But when its all day, and all night long? That will make you fat! And make us just smile! But its repulsive, greedy and wrong! Chewing all day long! The way that a cow does!” The Oompa’s made sure to sing this part especially to Peter, who blushed in humiliation and shot out another spurt of cum, realising this song was especially for him and his greedy snacking habits. Due to being rolled however the cum spurting out of his pants went all up his tracksuit. “Fuck me boys! This ones a fucking horny fruit!” a tradie mentioned as he slapped Peter's fat gut. “Oompa Loompa Doopity da Just look at them both grow so far! He goes on chewing till at last His big round butt grows oh so fast! We smack and rub it, as it pasts! Yes we are talking about that juicy ass! Chewing, cumming all day long. Chewing, cumming all day long. Chewing, cumming all day long The Tradies all started smacking Declan’s thick ass like a drum as they rolled him forward. “This fucker has gotta have the biggest arse ive ever seen!” a tradie said as Declan rolled into view of them, meeting one another’s eyes as they did, Declan moaning as his head was rolled upward and his large butt came into view for the tradie. The tradie gave it a nice spank, watching wobble with juice as he started to grind his own boner against the berry boy’s arse cheek, and stopping as his ass rolled upward and his face emerged again, looking very pleased. “Do ya like that big boy?” the tradie chuckled. As Declan could only moan, the tradie caught a glimpse of Declans engored boner and saw even more cum stains than before all on the front of his pants. “he defiently does.” The tradie whispered to himself. “just wait till the chicks see this fat fucker now! I bet he wont be getting the chicks anymore! Especially with such a fat arse!” another added “That isn’t a problem for me though!” the tradie whispered to himself as he squeezed the fruit's large behind. “ Your big round cock is a very clear sign! We hear no whimpers or even a whine! It seems somebody is craving some more! But some more of what? Cum on the floor? More berries to eat? More juice to swell? More teasing your engorged meat? Well well well… We will let the boner tell! Seems like somebody wants more sweets! How about we get your fat arse rolling? We are positive there’s still more treats! The Oompas sung this part especially to Peter again, as they started to jump off of Peter, and onto his cock. Using it as a diving board in a way before jumping off it and onto the floor. Both Declan and Peter swelled and continued to slightly expand bigger as they were rolled onwards. Declan caught a glimpse of a huge rounded door, only just his size, with a sign reading “Juicing room!” He wasn’t sure if he could fit! “mmmmppphhyeaaa” he moaned as his dick rolled against the floor again, spurting out cum like toothpaste. Declan started to fight the urges. But he couldn’t resist. He had to admit it to himself.... He was liking this... as he thought this his dick was pressed against the floor again which made him cum again, feeling a dozen hands of strong men pushing against his enlarged butt.....oh fuck yes he was liking this. He thought to himself as he started to indulge, and moaned like Peter, as shots of cum started to spurt out. Before just flowing like a hose again as he orgasmed and started moaning incredibly loud. “Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-da If you eat good, you will grow strong But if you eat like a pig, just expect to get big! You could’ve both lived in happiness too Like the Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-do Chewing, cumming, all day long Chewing, cumming all day long Chewing, cumming, chewing, cumming, chewing, chewing, chewing! All day long!!!” The Oompa Loompas wrapped up their song as both boys were rolled to the entrance of the juicing room. “My, oh my! You boys have certainly impressed me! Just look how wide and round you both are!” Tommy said impressed, with a cum stain in the front of his pant’s also. “Now, Tradies. Roll the smaller fruit to the juicing room! I'm sure he can fit... unlike Mr Big Butt over here!” Tommy said, gesturing towards Declan as he moaned. “And who knows Peter? There might be some more treats for you to taste test inside!” Peter started grunting and moaning, flapping his hands and feet as if he wanted to push his fat body to the juicing room already....but that was obviously useless. While Declan thought to himself .. “More?....” a moment of silence rang in his head before he suddenly thought to himself “I WANT MORE! I WANT TO BE BIGGER! I WANT TO BE THE BIGGEST!” he tried to say, but all that came out was “MMMMPHHHHH, MMMPPPHH, MPPPH, MMMPHHH!” as he flapped his hands excited. “You certainly grew to amazing sizes my dear Declan! That ass is definitely looking like you have two other Blueberry hybrids behind you!" He laughed "Now... just one thing. How are you going to fit through this door with all this ass?" He said as he grabbed a handful for himself.... "hmmm. Maybe if you didn’t have such a large Butt before hand...it wouldn't have gotten so fucking fat!" He said with a spank "well then, it wouldn’t be much of a problem now would it? Seems that butt of yours was always going to be a problem for you!” Tommy said with another slap against Declans ass cheek before the tradies began to roll him through the doors… “MMMPPHHH” he moaned confused in both satisfaction and shame as he started rolling through the doors. Only for his big arse cheeks to get stuck in the door frame… He flapped his hands and feet and tried to move as he groaned from his fat face, feeling a dozen hands and bodies pushing against his large butt to get it through the door… After many pushes, he slowly started to slide through. Tommy encouraged the tradies and loompas to keep pushing as he did nothing to help, besides yell at them and listen to their grunts and groans trying to push the fruit's fat arse inside to get juiced. Suddenly footsteps behind Tommy could be heard ... ‘Nobody else should be here!’ Tommy thought to himself as he turned around and saw that.... Wonka had returned. 'Oh dear’ he thought to himself as his uncle looked at his nephew’s cum stain and then up at the massive butt that was stuck in the juicing room doors. Tommy was getting prepared to be in massive trouble... however... “Hmmm, I probably should have made the doors bigger...” Wonka said as he rubbed his chin. Tommy noticed that Wonka himself was sporting a matching boner… "I thought the door would be big enough… I guess I didn't calculate just how fat Declan's ass could really get…" He said, revealing that he knew about Tommy's plans all along… It seemed like the true fun was just getting started.

Ben nearly drooled as he saw yet another package of meals pass by his station, flying out through a small flap on the corner of the storefront wall. He couldn't blame anyone but himself for not taking his ghrelin blockers before he clocked in. A mistake that big was probably only beaten by that time he forgotten to take his insulin pills before dinner. Yeah, he was one of those forgetful people. Ben shifted the bulk of his weight around his wide wheelchair, stifling a burp as another table of customers began to leave their table. Said customers were a family of four, a man in his thirties that seemed to be stuck on his wheelchair, pinned down by sheer weight alone; a woman who almost looked like she was insistent that she still could walk around with a cane, while their two children followed behind the couple. "Table 19. That'll be forty-five dollars." Ben said, tapping the computer on the counter in front of him to access the statement of that family, with the mother paying via

You where warned a thousand times. By family , by friends, by any stranger that knew of your foolish goal. Don’t go to the abandoned factory at the deepest point of the valley. It didn’t matter how many people told you though, you where feeling fearless. You wanted to prove to everyone it was just one big ghost story , just a bunch of superstitious hooey spread around by morons. Just to show everyone how truly committed you where , you went to the factory as the witching hour of Halloween night began. The cold autumn air bit at your exposed cheeks, the rest of you covered in a thick warm layer of clothes. The walk ahead of you was long, as no buses or trains went anywhere near the factory and no taxi would dare even enter the old industrial district. So , walking it was. You didn’t mind, walking past all the homes lit up with Halloween lights , spooky decorations and now empty bowls of candy. Only a few trick or treaters speckled the street at such a late hour, with a lot more of the foot traffic being adults returning from Halloween parties. Many of those parties still raged on as you walked past. You almost wish you was heading into one of those instead, but someone had to prove everyone wrong and that was going to be you. It had to be! Your resolve did take a bit of a knock as you hit the old industrial district. No one else dared go in , so it had fallen into a horrid state of disrepair over the last fifty years. It looked like rot creeping over the town, only getting worse with time. just to be sure you had brought a few things to ensure your safety. A med kit , a head mounted lamp and pepper spray to protect yourself. You didn’t imagine you’d see anyone though. Even those with no where else to go would dare step foot within the abandoned buildings of the old industrial district, not even during the rainy season where great storms rage through. They would rather risk the natural elements than the supernatural myths surrounding the grounds. Yet, you high on your own hype, walk through heading straight for the grim centre of the rot. You look around at the history and it does make you feel a little sad. Fifty odd years ago the factory , once known for the most fantastical candy the world had ever seen , had shut down to a series of accidents on its first tour. No body knew exactly happened on the tour. After it shut down , the once vibrant candy man was never seen again. Without him and his factory, the whole town took a massive economic hit. Especially as the rest of the businesses began relocating , no longer drawn in by the big factory. But that was long before your time. your parents would talk about the incredible candy they used to have. You smirk to yourself thinking that you would get them a souvenir from the depths of the factory. Something that would also be evidence of your victorious journey. Reaching the gates of the factory, you was stunned by the scale of it. All your life you could see it at the bottom of the valley. From your home it looked so small but now you where standing before it , you shuddered. Even if it was day , you would be buried in the darkness of its shadow. But it was the darkest hours of the night. Your meek head lamp couldn’t stretch its light to encompass even a small portion of the full thing. Something that concerned you is that as far as you could see , there wasn’t a single window. Meant you’d have to leave out the same way you came in, or a side exit if there was one. The gates where rusted , with only scraps of what appeared to be gold left upon the bars. Thankfully you had worn thick , resistant gloves just in case. You push them open with great effort. They where rusted in the hinges and the gate was already heavy. However with a kick and a shove, you made a gap just big enough to slip yourself through. You was now in the factory grounds if not in the building proper. The brick path towards the door was uneven, eroded by years of rain. You watch your every step as you moved. The last thing you wanted was a sprained ankle inside the factory. Reaching the main door, you hand shuddered against the wood. As much as you didn’t believe the stories you had heard , the building and its grim past was still intimidating. The tour, the candy maker, all of it. Mystery ran deep, the uncertainty brought doubt to your mind. Should you just turn back? Let the sleeping factory lie. Unfortunately for you , you had told damn near anyone who’d listen that you was going to conquer the myths. Myths you still didn’t believe. Whether it was arrogance , ignorance, or simply bravado you head through the doors with determination. You was going to do it. Even if your body trembled as it crossed the threshold into the factory. The first thing you notice is the smell. Chocolate. Even after all these years? It baffled your mind. Perhaps the last bit of the old majesty. You looked down the halls once filled with the joy of whimsical candy , now dark and silent. It was almost colder inside than it had been outside. There was old branding on the wall , although letters had withered off making it illegible. No one said the name anymore. It was almost a bad omen, like Macbeth at a theatre. Once it had been synonymous with childhood joy. You did your best not to think about all the troubles surrounding you. You kept your light forward not looking at anything other than the path ahead. You weren’t sure what you was actually looking for, the plan being just to look around until you felt tired. To give you as much time as possible , you had slept through most of the day. You where wide awake , even if part of you wished you overslept and missed the whole thing. Ah well. There was plenty of walking , so you didn’t hang around even while deep in your thoughts. You had always wondered what the inside was like. Not many people knew , as before the tour only the candy maker himself had come and gone from the factory. Then after , all the details within where kept private as part of the investigations. A few pictures floated around but you never sought them out. With all the uncertainty of what had happened , it wasn’t a question you needed answering. Swallowing your concerns about the situation , you press on into the next room. There was immediately a foul stink that filled your nose, like sour milk with a sickly sweetness cutting through making it even worse. You lift your hand to your nose in disgust as you look to the cause. A whole room smothered in old, rotten candy. Gagging, you begin to hurry through the room however you couldn’t see a single actual exit. The only thing that caught your eye was a tunnel , which seemed to link up to a deep pit. Almost looked like a dried up riverbed. Not wanting to stick around , you go to the pits edge and slide down to the depths of it. As you move towards the tunnel you hear a strange rumbling from behind you. Ancient machinery grinding the rust off as it began to work once again. Looking back to the sound you see a gate slowly opening. Before you could question it. You see a flood of molten chocolate begin to pour out into the riverbed. Your first instinct was to climb back up the bank, but as you stuck your hands into what you thought was dirt, it crumbles in your hand. Chocolate? With no other options , you run to the tunnel at full sprint. Your run was ended soon as you tumble down a sudden slope. It was steep, but you manage to right yourself so you could see where you was going. The dark tunnel rushing past as you slid down. Looking back , you could see the flood of spoiled candy racing behind you. Further and further you descended into the depths of the factory, entirely unable to stop yourself only able to pray that the chocolate would not catch you. You could still smell it even now. That was when you saw the slope suddenly end.. you do your best to roll as it does , however you just hit the ground hard ,winding you partially. Grabbing the ground you keep dragging yourself on desperate to escape the chocolate. Glancing up , you see a somehow illuminated sign near a door. The inventing room. You push yourself up to your feet before leaping up to the dock. Pulling yourself up, you feel the chocolate smothering your legs before you lift them to the docks. It was hot. Burning hot. You yell as you feel the heat burning against your skin. Desperately you begin to take off your pants , shoes and socks. Your skin underneath red with burns. Thanks to your quick action, you managed to stop any damage. But your clothes where ruined. The only upside was that with the hot river flowing , the room warmed up enough , you didn’t need them. You begrudgingly put your stained clothes, including your gloves, into your bag before taking off your coat and tying it around your waist for some sense of decency. Not wanting to hang around next to the river in case it overflowed, you nervously kept moving on. As the adrenaline faded, you came to realize that you couldn’t go back the way you came anymore. You’d have to find a new way out. You hoped there would be a fire exit or something soon, however given as the place was shut down because of bad safety standards. The thought of being stuck here sent a shiver through your body. You knew if you did, no one in that coward town would come to get you. The only hope in that case is that someone from outside the town would come to help , but you don’t know if your story would leave the town. It terrified you to think of yourself in the same vein as the candy maker and his name. never talked about, never to be helped. Once more , you swallow your fear and continue on. Now even more motivated to hurry along, you pick up your pace. Suddenly , all the lights around the room turn on, blinding you with your eyes adjusted to the dim light your headlamp had provided. You blink rapidly, trying to ease your sight back while looking around. This place still has power? You where baffled. You thought the river could have just been something more mechanical , but this was definitely electrical. As you get to look around you feel even more unnerved. The room was immaculate yet empty. Nothing but a singular table filled the room, which was spotlessly clean without even a spec of dust. Slowly , you move towards the one item of furniture to see a small strip of gum and a note. “eat me”. A sound fills your ears, and it takes you a minuet to realize that it was your own heartbeat pulsing through your whole body. You couldn’t hide it anymore. You was scared. Looking around you saw that there was no other doors than the one you came in. refusing to be trapped , you go back to the table and try to lift it. It wasn’t bolted down and you could just about move it. Whatever was going on here, you wasn’t sticking around to figure it out. You begin dragging the table over too the door, causing the gum and the plate it was on to fall to the ground. Maybe , if you balance yourself, you could use the table as a raft. While you hated the idea of going deeper into the factory, there was nothing you could do here. As you moved , you felt something strange. Like a hand on your shoulder made of ice. You turn immediately and see nothing. The feeling leaves but you still feel a chill over your body. You hoped dearly it meant the river had stopped flowing even if that meant it would be cold but… something in your core had been shaken and left you feeling uneasy. Grabbing the table you double timed it to the door. You wanted out and you wanted it as soon as possible. Pushing back out of the door, the lights in the tunnel where now on too. It exposed the violent stream of molten chocolate pouring down. With fear twisting your guts, you get onto the table and begin to scoot towards the river. You just had to get away from the room. The anticipation was so severe you didn’t realize that you was still cold. As the table hit chocolate it was dragged, pulling you with the flow. Small amounts of chocolate lapped over the edge , landing on you and burning you once more. Gritting your teeth, you ignore it as you steer the table to keep it steady. Thankfully it did float in the thick chocolate, but just barely. There was no going back, only further. Only deeper into the factory. Doors and lights flew past faster than you could read them. One after another with barely time to take a breath. That was when , with the lights now on, you could see the end of the tunnel. There was a sudden drop, steeper than before. The table wouldn’t handle that. It can barely take the slight decline you where on now. You look for the next door. The sign was broken , but it was open. You uneasily get to your feet and prepare to jump. Nerves shudder as you leap. Chocolate splashed over you as you did but you landed on the next dock. Hurriedly, you reach into your med kit , grabbing whatever you could to wipe the splodges of candy off of your legs. It burned , but it seemed cooler than it had been the last time even without the clothes buffer. A groan escapes your lips as you do. It was official… you regretted coming here. Avoiding the social shame of ducking out was not worth any of this. Why didn’t you just stay home and avoid all of this? Grumbling, you begin walking again , heading onwards hoping desperately for an exit. Maybe if you could find a way to turn off the chocolate , you’d be able to climb back up. Stumbling along , you nervously look around for anything. Machines that could help, doors to leave. Anything. The room was bizarre , nothing really made sense to you. It like the last was perfectly clear with nothing to define. A large strange contraption that almost resembled a big old timey camera pointing at a platform was in the middle. What it was or what it did was a mystery to you. On one wall there seemed to be a almost pristine screen. It was tiny, barely bigger than a modern computer monitor. It was fifty years old though, you guessed you shouldn’t have expected bigger. There was a single door on the other side that seemed to lead into an elevator so you decide to walk towards it. Hopefully you can get back to the floor you started on at least and find an exit on the ground floor. You had no idea how deep you had slid , the tunnel had been so dark it could have been a couple floors or a couple dozen. It was awfully cold again. You couldn’t wait to leave. Get home and get into bed and forget about everything you had gone through . That was when the television turned on, blaring loud static into the room. It made you jump, turning rapidly to face it. Immediately you felt drawn to the speckles of black grey and white on the screen. Unable to turn away. Unable to walk away. In fact, your feet dragged you towards it until your nose barely hovered a inch away from it. You swear that looking in , you could see a face in it. Cold hands grabbed your shoulders again, and began to pull. You looked to see what it was yet still there was nothing there . except…you could see depressions on your shirt. As if fingers where tugging at you. Screaming, you pulled against it yet the invisible hands were strong. Another set grabbed your ankles, and within the next second you was entirely off the ground. To try free yourself, you swing your hands around. But like all else , your wrists were grabbed and held. You couldn’t move an inch. The coldness sent shivers through you as much as your newfound overwhelming fear. In the corner of your eye, you saw movement. Looking towards it you saw…the gum? It was slowly floating up to you , moving to your mouth. Every part of your being told you to fight . to run. To not eat that gum. However as much as you fought , you couldn’t budge. The strip pushed against your lips. It pushed through into your mouth. A hand grabbed your jaw and began to make you chew ,filling your mouth with the intense flavour of the gum. Blueberries. Surprisingly fresh despite the rot everything else you had seen so far. Yet you didn’t trust the sweetness, you didn’t trust the juiciness , and you especially didn’t trust the freshness. Not In this rotten hell. You keep trying to fight your way free from the ghost hands yet you are helpless to watch as you are lifted in front of the weird looking camera. You hear clicks and buzzes before you notice that… you felt nothing pulling you downwards. No more gravity. The hands let up , their icy grips leaving your body. Immediately you try to swim out but for all your effort you didn’t move an inch. A blinding light shines from the machine , making you raise your hands to your face to block it. It grows more and more intense , so much so you barely notice that your hand was now a deep , rich blue colour. The light flashed before you could look closer , forcing you to close your eyes. When you reopen them, the room was in a vastly different place to where it had been. It took you a moment but you realized you where standing where the TV had been. Where… it was. You could just make out the thick layer of glass between you and the outside world. You run over and bag your fist on the glass , but this makes you realize just how tiny you had become. You was barely three inches tall. The gap between you and the ground felt like looking down the grand canyon with none of that natural beauty. Only a grim fear. Trapped within the TV, you can do nothing but look down at yourself. You see what you had only a glimpse of before. Your whole body was now a suffocating dark blue. Lifting your arm , you look closer at it. Swirls of purple ran under your skin , it looked almost like a bruise that covered your whole body. It was weird, you knew you should be screaming but you was near frozen in shock. Maybe… maybe that was it? Maybe you was frostbitten. Those hands had been incredibly cold after all. However even your own body wouldn’t let you have a moment of peace. A loud, rumbling gurgle filled the air. You feel it running through your guts, then steadily your whole body. It made you feel nauseous , almost to the point of throwing up . You slump back against the glass trying to steady yourself. That was when you saw the cause of the grim sound. Your stomach. It was bigger. Still getting bigger. You could watch it grow rapidly. It was like you had sat on a water hose on full blast. Gripping your belly , you could feel It pushing your fingers apart. The nausea got worse quickly and you feel something leaking from your lips. Wiping it off, you see that your hand was covered in blueberry juice. The gum…it had to be the gum changing you. You go to spit it out but you realize it was no longer in your mouth. Something about how you had been moved…you must have swallowed it. Helpless to your own body , you only watch as your gut swallowed up your lap as it raced towards your knees. Your skin felt tight and cold , it was incredibly uncomfortable. Before you could even try to get used to it , the same sickly sensation spread down to your thighs. Watching them, you could see them bulging either side of your massive gut. You ran your fingers over them , and it didn’t even feel like a person. It felt like a thick water balloon. Even your hand didn’t feel right. You reach over and poke your uninflated arm and even this didn’t feel right anymore. Did you even have bones anymore? Where you even human? Your body held no sympathy for your fear, it only accelerated outwards, pushing you upwards as your ass and thighs grow under you. What could you do? You go for your bag, rolling over to grab your phone from your bag. However the second you start grabbing it, blue juice sweat out from your body. It soaked into the device ,warping your screen. The last thing you see is your home screen, a picture of you but…it was cursed. Your skin blue. Your face swollen and the rest of your body trying desperately to swallow your head up. your screen dies and leaves you with the fear that you was going to get that massive. Feeling your swelling double in speed , knocking you onto your gut and leaving you facing out of the large screen. You get to look into your blue reflection and barely recognize yourself. Even your eyes where now a inhuman purple with speckles of blue. You reach up and hold your cheeks, the same empty yet full feeling the rest of you had. You wanted to throw up. Get all the juice out of you but it seemed that despite all the pressure building within you. Even as the juice began pounding into your arms and legs, fattening them up. It merely trickled from your mouth slowly, covering your chin and dripping over your neck. You felt disgusting ...and helpless. You....you was stuck here? In this tv. Swelling like a blimp and loosing more and more of your humanity. Everything was getting rounder, smoothing out into one central ball. The definition of your hips, your stomach and your chest vanishing. Even your arms and legs began to bulge up. desperately you slam your fist into the glass of the tv once again , desperate for help. But as your limbs filled with juice, they became harder and stiffer to move. They get dragged into place , unable to move. You could barely flap your hands. You are trapped. Stuck. Unable to stop growing still getting bigger and faster. Rounder. You realized quickly what was happening to you now. You was turning into a blueberry. How the hell was this possible? Why would anyone make such cruel gum. You shouldn’t have come…the stories where true! It … it was actually ghosts. You begin to cry out of terror, and it only made you feel even worse when you see that even your tears where blueberry juice. why didn’t you listen? Why was you so arrogant?! Now you was stuck forever , swelling up inside a TV. The idea makes you panic. How much bigger was you going to get? How much bigger could you get stuck inside the small tv? You was already looking fully spherical , with your meek little hands and feet poking out. That was when your swelling body pushed your face against the glass , smooshing your juice filled cheek firmly. As you grew bigger, you lost all idea on how large you was. You couldn’t see yourself and you already felt impossibly large, and impossibly tight. You might have stopped… you prayed you had but the rumbling groaning sounds coming from your berry of a body told you that juice was still stretching you to new , horrid extremes. Out through the glass, you watched as the door you had been heading too opened. Your heart began pounding, praying it was someone there to help you. Was you saved? Someone to get you out of the TV…and the juice out of you. However, your eyes widened seeing that it was in fact the candy maker. You recognized him only by the eccentric suit on his back, even if it was as rotten as the rest of this godforsaken factory. He walked over to you , looking at you through the screen. “Ah… seems another fool has decided to sneak into my factory. What a shame.” He mumbled before lowering down coming face to swollen face with you. “my god… they are cruel. If you can hear me in there… I am sorry. I tried to keep people away, but… I guess I cant stop everyone. I … I cant help you. I couldn’t get you out of the TV, your body is far too…volatile.” He told you. Your heart sank lower and lower as you realized that nobody could help you. Even if you where out of the damned factory , you’d be trapped in a screen. Inside your own body. The candy maker turned suddenly before looking back to you fearfully. “ they are back…I’m sorry I must run…” he told you before turning. You tried to scream for him to take you with him , but you couldn’t speak past your bloated cheeks and lips. Even if you could…would it make it past the glass. You whine as you are left to your fate, filling a television with tight , juicy flesh. the ghost hands appeared in a spectral white in front of you, only to taunt you. They began to poke your taut body through the screen, as if it only existed to you. Their cold hands chilling wherever they poked sending shivers through your body. This… this was it. How you would be stuck forever. You begin to cry in pure dread as the gravity of it all hits you. To any onlooker , they would just assume it was a blue screen. You could only prey that no one would come for you lest they befall the same fate as you. The same fate any brave fool that dare entered the haunted factory would have. The plaything of the ghosts seemingly loving every minuet of your grim transformation. On this Halloween… you learned a lesson all too late. Sometimes there is truth to ghost stories.

Sidon looked down at the cotton trousers and tunic Link had prepared for him the morning before. His lips tightened into a grimace as he lifted the pants and tried to tug them up. He knew there would be trouble when the material seemed to end at his thighs and the thick material bit into his plump flesh as he struggled to tug them higher. As a last attempt, the shark bounced on his balls to gain some momentum, and, as expected, it only made his bulging belly bulge and bounce with him. The sides of his body began to wobble and ripple, spreading out to his chest as they did. “God damn it, Link!” the shark grumbled under his breath, gasping for breath. Once the pants were on, Sidon moved on to the shirt, knowing full well that it would not cover his belly and newly formed breasts. But he'd give the blonde elf a show, pulling the tunic over his head, Sidon pulled the fabric down only for it to bunch up around the curve of his stomach. Growling, the shark pulled the fabric a few times only