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Happy new year everyone. This is a little something for a story I have been working on for a very long time. I am rewriting Wonka Games with Indigo and Violet. I love the character too much to leave her in a mediocre unfinished story.
Lots of new characters and transformations along with inflations..
Many years ago...
Michael Bucket walked through the corridors of the Chocolate factory. He couldn’t believe he still had his job. Slugworth and Prodnose were stealing Richard Wonka inventions all over the place and the workplace was now depressing. As soon as they were designed and before they could even be copyrighted they seemed to be on the shelves. The Company had seen better days. There were changes afoot all over the factory.
Emily Goodwin was always flirting with him but he was happily married and was also a father. But she was a good friend and he would always have a soft spot for her.
‘Michael, hold up wait for me… how is Joe is he still sick?’
‘Yeah we caught a bug and won’t be to work for a few days. Do you know what the meeting is for?’
‘I think it’s just another scare fest. We have done all we can to stop, at this point he is just being cruel.’
The two walked together side by side as they entered the meeting assembly line. The room was filling up for what had become a weekly ritual of abuse.The factory was adding new floors, digging down and all the staff were surprised at the changes. It felt like a small city these days, almost self sufficient. Wonka was doubling down on his expansion. He was not running scared.
To make matters weirder, the lights were still on at night and when Michael came to work in the morning there were new machines and sections open and operating.
‘Have you heard about the restricted sections? I was walking towards the 2nd floor cafeteria and I was told I could go no further by a security guard. I saw him later on and he apologised and said he has a new supervisor he has never met and all the guards are ordered around on their radios’ Emily said.
‘Who is here at night? The late staff were the first to be let go. They were the ones who were blamed for all the leaks?’ Michael added.
Emily gave a blank expression in response. They joined the rest of the staff in the main assembly. Everyone was standing around in anticipation but Mr Wonka was nowhere to be seen.
A curly haired young man walked out from a restricted door and walked towards the dais. He was joined by a leggy redhead who was smiling gleefully as she walked.
‘Is that Willy and Raina?’ Emily said.
‘Who?’ Michael asked
‘Mr Wonka’s kids, they were meant to child prodigies’
‘What do you mean meant to be?’
‘They had quite the mean streak. Let’s just say no schools would take them after the stories got out. They used daddies money to travel the world and apparently struck it pretty rich’.
‘Don’t know but they run a small tropical country that only a few western explorers have ever set foot on. Its meant to be filled with all kinds of new resources.’
Willy Wonka was very sombre looking as he began to speak :
‘Last night at 8.47 our father Richard Wonka died in a horrific accident in the Inventing room. He will be sorely missed…. But now on to more important matters, myself and my dear sister have decided after much thought that your services are no longer required. You have overseen the destruction of this factory and the once proud Wonka name…. Raina please… I cant…’
Willy stepped away and his sister took the dais. He looked tired and emotional as he composed himself and awaited his sisters words.
‘We debated how you should all be punished for your sins and then I decided no that would be to good for you. I want you to meet some of my creations they are here to usher in a new era… Where there shall be no forgiveness and well I don’t want to spoil all the surprises’.
Raina stepped down and Willy and her walked quickly towards the raised exit and the doors closed. There were three other doors to the room and they were sealed shut.
Michael felt Emily grip his hand and looked her in the eyes.
‘Why did they scare us like that? My hands are shaking… Michael what a way to lose your job, I have a good mind to sue them.’
‘You and the rest of us’ spoke another voice…
Michael was terrified.. They all thought this was a joke. It did not feel like one at all.
The rumbling and sounds of over 300 people suddenly began to quieten as a new sound started to come from behind the doors.
OOMPA LOOMPAS DOOMPADEE DOO
IVE GOT A PERFECT PUZZLE FOR YOU
OOMPA LOOMPAS DOOMPADEE DEE
IF YOU ARE WISE YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME
WHAT DO YOU GET WHEN YOU STEAL FROM YOUR JOB
EXPLOTING, EXTORTING AND CARRYING ON….
HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY PAY FOR SUCH CRIMES…
WE WILL JUST HAVE TO FIND OUT…
OOMPA LOOMPAS DOOMPADEE DOO
WITH NEW MANAGEMENT WE WILL GO FAR
UNFORTUNATELY THERE IS NO PLACE FOR YOU…
The doors opened and small muscled creatures poured into the room. They grabbed the women and carried them out of the room, to the sounds of pandemonium and screaming. Michael lost track of Emily as the crowd was shoved towards the back wall. As the minutes passed he was almost certain he heard her cry out his name as her voice was silenced as it exited the room. Michael Bucket was one of the last men alive in the room when they finally came for him.
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She is rolled down the corridor. She has lost track of what is happening. She can hear her father crying in the distance as he stops suddenly to catch his breath.
The moment she went around the corridor and the doors closed the Oompa Loompas sped up like nothing she had ever seen before. The charade for the tour was over and now she realised they were moving her as fast as they thought was possible. She was rolling at a sizable speed and the Oompas were running just to catch up. They were no longer pushing her. They were in a long tubular corridor and there was an unknown force whooshing through the room and it was carrying Violet along.
How had she gotten to this point? She wasn't sure. All she had done was eat some gum and then all of a sudden, out of nowhere there was talk of Juicing and Exploding. Well she didn't deserve that did she. Since when was curiosity and not listening to elders a bad thing.
Along the corridor she rolled, where she would stop nobody knowed. She imagined she looked quite the sight now, her whole body in rapid motion as the corridor swept downward and she increased speed. She couldn't hear anyone anymore. She was much too far ahead and moving ever so fast now, they would never catch her. She was now just a giant spinning ball.
Her clothes felt tight and she could feel the friction of them rubbing against the floor. The heat was coming off of the clothes. Her head was completing full revolutions now which quickly showed her where she came from and where she was going. The corridor started winding now like a slide as she felt herself thrown left and then all of a sudden right.
'Please someone make it stop, I just want to go home...'
But there was no one there, her cries went unanswered.
She realised something and she did not know how she hadn't before. The still had the gum in her mouth, she was still eating the gum as if it was a normal thing. She stopped chewing suddenly and bit the gum down on the gap between her back teeth, that was where she put it when her hands were not free and she couldn't put it behind her ear.
Clarity and comprehension seemed to be coming back to her now and it was in that moment that she could hear a rapidly approaching sound travel down the corridor towards her. It came right around the corner and inside was Wonka and the rest of the tour.
'Well, There she is, There she is, Rolling her sweet little arse off' Wonka said.
'Wow, she has gotten to blue and purple. Good to see she stopped eating the gum' Veruca added.
'Will we get to see an explosion Mr Wonka' Mike asked.
'My dear boy, you just got to see the Buckets splayed through a vent in the fizzy lifting room, I think you have seen enough killing for one day' Wonka replied.
'Please....' Mike and Veruca pleaded together.
'I make no promises, apart from this, whatever happens to Mrs Beauregarde, you will never see the like of it ever again. As I said before I have made that recipe 20 times before and each time a new and interesting fate came to the blueberry chewer'.
Mike and Veruca high fived and continued drinking from the goblets Mr Wonka had given them.
Violet looked at them as they tailed her with uncertain ease. It seemed the tour was over and that Mike and Veruca were now the winners, and they were here to watch her fate.
This corridor seemed to go on forever. Who builds winding corridors that go on forever.
In the glass elevator Wonka removed a Gismo and pointed it at Violet. A powerful bright scanning beam emanated from it.
Well the start girl has stopped chewing the gum. Wow 15 minutes, thats... Wow. The longest anyone ever kept chewing was 3 minutes until the change and expansion had begun.
The Juice is still brewing inside her. The ripeness and flavour are up in the air at this point. It hasn't run to her extremities yet.
What will it taste like?'
I don't know, probably nothing like the juice you two are enjoying.
'What's going to happen to her Mr Wonka'.
'I Don't know;. He cried an unknowing tear of joy. I just hope she starts leaking soon, I want to get as much juice out of her as I can before....'
Different sensations were travelling all over her body and she wasn't sure what was what. She was starting to glow, like a radioactive substance in a bad TV show.
'Ah its starting finally. Well no sense doing anymore laps in here, it is time to take her to the Juicing Room'
'What you mean, have been just going around in circles while her body changed? That's brilliant'.
The sound of a door opening far ahead could be heard as Violet saw it approach quickly and she escaped the dark tunnel and emerged in a bright new room.
Awaiting her were her previous pursuers who were now all dressed in white lab coats with hard hats and attaching lights.
The force that was propelling her along rolled her towards what looked like a huge drain. Violet quickly began to cycle the drain as she moved ever closer to it. Everyone was laughing at her and she was not amused.
Just as she reached the threshold as it seemed she would fall through the gap, it closed around her and caught her belly.
The Glass Elevator Landed beside her. Wonka, Veruca and Mike disembarked.
'Where is my father' Violet asked.
'I am afraid he has just been informed that you exploded en route'
'You are a monster'
'You have no idea. But today I am being joined by two delightful apprentices'.
Hi Violet. Remember me?' Veruca scowled.
'Now what have you gone and gotten yourself into' she added.
'Mr Wonka, I have a question?'
Yes Mike. Now would be as good a time as any'
'Is it normal that I am sexually aroused by her'
'Wow, Mike you are in for quite a show indeed. Yes it is very weird that she turns you on, but I am not one to judge' Wonka elaborated.
'So she has to be squeezed' Veruca asked.
'That all depends on her juice'
'How do you get it out of her Mr Wonka?'
'Use your Imagination'
He looked perplexed momentarily but Veruca had already moved in.
Violets tight feeling clothing was ripping at certain seams but was holding up well. Her ample breasts had been absorbed into her spherical form. Blueberry or not, Veruca knew where to find an unwilling nipple and began stroking it.
The most amazing thing happened and it was a sight that Mike would never forget. Her breast began to inflate. Veruca reached across and began stroking the other nipple in a similar fashion and all of a sudden Juice filled breasts began growing towards Veruca. Her nipples were harder now but still flexible and malleable. Veruca could feel the juice in the breast underneath. A seam was unraveling in her top across the underside of her breasts and Veruca was just about to move her hand underneath when Mike appeared behind her and moving his arms under hers moved his hands under Violets top.
'Her nipples are dry. Why are they dry' Mike asked.
'I thought they would be leaking' he added.
Veruca moved her hands away.
'Maybe they will respond better to stronger hands than mine'
'I don't know Veruca, you have pretty strong hands'
An elbow into his stomach silenced Mike briefly as he rummaged around Violet's breasts looking for the nipple. He thought they would have expanded with the breast but they were small tight nipples.
The expanding breasts seam finally gave way and the rip parted between the breasts.
'Not operating in the dark anymore' Veruca said.
'I liked it, It was like a treasure hunt' Mike replied.
Violet was silenced by her expanding boobage as the sensation had slowly changed her perspective.
Mike and Veruca had given each other a breast each and were stimulating it eagerly.
Moans and pants began to emanate from the blueberry woman and as they looked through the glass floor they saw that blueberry juice was exiting Violet from her southern passage.
Looking across at each other Veruca and Mike winked at each other and dove right in. Their open mouths closed around Violets small nipples as they began kneading and sucking with their mouths and tongues.
Violet began to contract violently and powerfully in pleasure as juice rained out of her. Her breasts seemed like they were spinning as the pressure built up. Veruca was slow and intricate, Mike was quick and eager, she could feel it coming soon. It couldn't stay in her much longer, then Veruca bit her nipple gently. The flood gates opened, Violet felt her body jolt as her breasts flowed generously.
Veruca and Mikes pupils dilated with joy as they swallowed mouthful after mouthful of delicious juice. Neither could be sure how long they were there but eventually Wonka signaled several Oompa Loompas and Mike and Veruca were moved away. Their faces and shirts were stained with juice, their mouths and lips were purple and they were barely able to move.
Wonka looked at Violet with glee as he realised how out of it his two apprentices were.
'Well done Violet. That looks like it was a truly mind opening experience'
'I want a blueberry girl, Now!' Veruca said as she fell unconscious from the juice effects.
'But what to do with you now, my dear'
Wonka stared at her as he thought of a fate for her.
Hydraulic and Electric Gyros and pumps were assembled in the room as Violet was raised out of her purgatory. She realised that they were about to juice her soon and that it would all be over soon.
The clock on the wall struck 5pm and a horn sounded. Veruca and Mike stirred at the sound.
'What's that Mr Wonka'
'Oh that's the day horn. That means the work day is over and that it is time to go home and relax'.
'They have stopped assembling the juicing equipment'.
'Oh yes. They will resume it again in the morning. I think we can call it a day. We can let Mrs Beauregarde roll or waddle herself about in here without much worry'
With a little bit of trepidation Veruca and Mike left with Mr Wonka as the Oompa Loompas moved everything into the corners of the room and packed it all up.
Violet rolled back and forth for several minutes as the Oompas finished and began to exit the room.
Soon she heard an unnerving sound approaching:
LISTEN CLOSE LISTEN HARD TO THE TALE OF VIOLET BLOWREGARDE!
THIS SLEAVY GIRL SHE SEES NO WRONG IN SCREWING! SCREWING! ALL DAY LONG!
SCREWING! SCREWING! ALL DAY LONG. SCREWING! SCREWING! ALL DAY LONG.
FOR YEARS AND YEARS SHE SCREWS AWAY GETTING BIGGER AND BIGGER EVERY DAY.
UNTIL ONE DAY SHE TAKES A LOAD AND ITS ALL SHE NEEDS TO EXPLODE.
SHE GOES ON FLYING THROUGH THE AIR GETTING BIGGER AND BIGGER EVERY DAY.
AND WHEN SHE HITS THE GROUND AT LAST SHE FINDS US THERE TO HAVE A BLAST.
AND THAT IS WHY WE TRY SO HARD! WE ARE HERE TO SCREW MRS BEAUREGARDE....
The next morning Veruca and Mike returned to the room to find Violet in quite the state. Something they would frequently find her in whenever she was left by herself for any length of time!