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This is the first TG story that I wrote, almost six years ago. I know it's
rather unbalanced, simplistic and weird in a cheesy sort of way (hey! I
was only a teenager), but I thought that maybe a few people out there
might like it. [email protected]
Wilma Wonker's Chocolate Factory
By Vi
My first job out of college was as a health and safety inspector for the city.
It was a well paid job and, being a young, ambitious man, gave me the
power I craved for. During the last few weeks of the summer, my boss
gave me the papers to check out the Chocolate Factory at the edge of
town. Apparently, we had finally got permission from the state to go and
visit it. My manager said that it was a tough place to get into, so he wanted
someone who could get the job done. As I had turned down bribes from
some big corporations during my months with city hall he decided that I
would be the perfect choice to visit the factory. I was excited to say the
least. You see, the place was of great interest to the rest of us health
inspectors, mainly because of the stories that existed about the factory and
its flamboyant owner Wilma Wonka.
The factory was a very impressive sight. A huge pink wall surrounded the
compound with an enormous set of solid gold gates that silently swung
open as I drove in. The actual factory looked like a cross between the
Disney castle and a box of candy, all in bright colours and wondrous
shapes. I couldn't help whistling to myself as I gazed in awe around me. I
parked my car and made my way to the visitors reception. Once inside I
was greeted by the receptionist, a petite woman who must have been a
little over four feet tall. She was very pretty and apart from her size she
would not have piqued my curiosity further, except that she had orange
skin and her hair was bright green. Her delicate features were a cross
between oriental, asian and western. She wore a strange short brown
dress with matching stripey tights. With a voice that sounded like music,
she told me that Ms Wonka would arrive shortly to escort me around. She
also gave me a set of silvery overalls to change into, saying that my
business suit would contain too much bacteria to wear around the plant. I
ducked into one of the changing rooms and dressed in the strange
overalls. They fitted snugly to my wrists, neck and ankles but were baggy
and loose everywhere else.
Stepping out of the changing room I was confronted by a woman who
could only be Wilma Wonker. She wore a bright pink top hat, a yellow
velvet jacket, purple lycra cat suit and carried a walking stick that looked
as if it was made out of striped candy. The rumours I'd heard said that she
was in her late fifties but Ms Wonka didn't look any older than thirty to
me. In fact to me she was positively beautiful with her long red hair a full
lips. As I stood there mouth agape, she carefully looked me up and down,
a wry grin on her face.
"So you're our health inspector." She smirked "I never expected
them to send us one so young and handsome."
I cleared my throat and told her that I was fully capable of checking
her factory and would not easily be swayed by flattery. Her smirk became
a knowing smile.
"Really? Well, in that case I'll give you the special tour."
And with that she clicked her fingers and lead me, my clipboard in
hand, into the production area.
The first room was brightly lit with a big conveyor belt running through
the middle. More of the little orange ladies were gathered around it,
carefully wrapping the candy that flowed along it into brightly coloured
paper and putting them into boxes.
I questioned Ms Wonka about the exotic looking women.
"They're Oompa Loompas." She replied. "Excellent workers.
Come from Loompaland you know. They also sing."
I told her that I had studied geography at college and had never
heard of Loompaland. She laughed and said that very few people had. I
marked down on my clipboard that illegal immigration might want to
check this place out when I was finished.
The next stop on the tour was an enormous green house. Ms Wonka
leaned on her candy cane swung her arm around the whole room.
"This is where we grow our candy."
Although the scope off the place was impressive, I had my doubts.
Growing Candy? I didn't think so. The room was at least one hundred
meters square, and filled with what looked like short grass. There was a
large chocolate lake in the middle, surrounded by palm trees made of jello
that reached almost to the glass ceiling. Dozens of Oompa Loompas were
busying about picking butterscotch flowers and cupcake weeds. Bending
down I pulled up some grass and soil. The soil tasted like peanut butter
and the grass of sugar. I looked up startled at my discovery.
"Yes it is real." Nodded Ms Wonka as if predicting my next
question. "Let's move on."
Before we left I made a few notes about safety. There was no
safety barrier around the lake and it looked as if it had a very strong
current. That was very dangerous. I contentedly wrote this down and
followed Ms Wonka to a small golden boat moored by a tunnel at the edge
of the lake.
The boat was made of solid gold and looked as if it should sink. It's crew
were Oompa Loompas, all dressed in cute little sailors outfits. None wore
life jackets. Ms Wonka stepped onto the deck and sat down on a wide, red
velvet seat. Crossing her long legs she patted the seat next to her.
"Come along. Don't be scared."
With a snort I hopped onto the boat and sat down next to her. She
clicked her fingers and the crew cast off steering the boat into the dark
tunnel. Huge bellows at the back of the strange boat started pumping and
we quickly gained speed. At this point the Oompa Loompas started
singing and began paddling the boat.
There's no earthly way of knowing,
Which direction we are going,
There's no knowing where we're rowing,
Or which way the river's flowing,
Soon your clipboard you'll be showing,
If it's damning you'll be growing,
Then you're movement will be slowing.
Once the juices are a flowing.
If your report it is not glowing.
Until then we'll keep on rowing,
I wondered what they were singing about as we zoomed through the dark
tunnel towards the speck of light at one end. I could not judge our speed,
but it was fast, very fast. None of us had any safety harnesses or life
preservers. I squinted through the darkness and made some more notes. I
could see Ms Wonka looking at my report and quickly snatched it away.
She merely smiled knowingly.
The boat slowed as we left the tunnel and coasted to a halt next to a small
jetty. The Oompa Loompas jumped off of the boat and moored us to the
side. Ms Wonka lead me through some big golden doors into a long
corridor with a plush gold trimmed carpet. I enquired as to were they got
all their gold from. She told me they had golden eggs laid and then melted
down, to make all this. After all I'd seen so far, that didn't surprise me as
much as it should. Two more golden doors were at the end of the corridor
with a big red sign above it reading 'Top Secret'. Two Oompa Loompas
wearing cute looking medieval armour and carrying what looked like ray
guns stood guard outside. Ms Wonka clicked her fingers and the doors
swung open. I followed her inside, marking down possible threat of
unregistered weaponry.
The next room was a huge laboratory filled with clanking and whirring
machinery. Women that looked like super models were monitoring strange
looking experiments. They too carried clipboards, but wore dark blue
lycra cat suits under white lab coats. They wore their hair up and most
finished off the scientist look by wearing glasses.
"This is where we develop all of our new confectionery." Said Ms Wonka
proudly as I made more notes. No safety goggles, no sign of any fire
safety equipment, I had enough dirt on this place to close it down. Smugly
I looked around at these beautiful women. I had the power to put them out
of work. It gave me a rush. Suddenly one of the women snatched away
my clipboard and handed it to Ms Wonka. I immediately protested and
demanded that it be returned. Ms Wonka simply held up her hand as if to
silence me.
"So you want to close down my factory do you?" She said with obviously
mock surprise.
I stood up straight and replied that I would recommend that the factory be
closed as, in my opinion, it was unsafe. She looked at me sternly. I asked
for my clipboard back, saying that I had not finished my report.
Then she smiled and said that she would be happy to continue showing
me around. I was quite startled at her agreeing to carry on with the tour,
but tried not to show it. The fact she was willing to continue with the tour
puzzled me.
Just then one of the scientists walked over carrying a silver plate with a
small piece of chewing gum on it.
"Here's the latest in our chewing gum meals line." She smiled. Ms
Wonka gestured to me to try it. I was amazed that a piece of chewing gum
could contain a whole meal and tentatively popped the piece of gum into
my mouth. As I started chewing I could taste, Tomato soup! It was
actually hot and, I could feel the soup running down my throat. I
commented on how great it tasted and noticed that several of the scientists
had gathered around to listen. Then the main course came. It was roast
beef and potatoes! I couldn't believe how real it tasted. Next came the
dessert. It was blue berry pie with cream. The blue berries were the
juiciest I'd ever tasted. There certainly was a lot of juice coming from the
gum, but it tasted wonderful. I'd just told them all how delicious it was,
when I started to feel strange. Sort of bloated.
"He's at stage one." Commented one of the scientists.
"Look he's turning blue." Nodded another.
I looked at my hands. They were blue! I gasped and asked what
was happening too me. I mumbled that I felt funny and bloated. The girls
giggled and replied that they weren't supprised. Touching my hands to
my face I felt that my lips were plumper and my cheeks rounder. I heard a
sound like stretching rubber and looked down only too see my belly start
to expand. I gradually began to fill out my silver suit. Shocked, I cried for
help as my sides ballooned out and my groin pushed forward.
"Relax. We're filling you up with blueberry juice." Said Ms
Wonka in a bored tone as she examined her purple fingernails.
My arms and legs were getting plump now, as I continued to
swell, causing me to widen my stance. A scientist stepped forward and
prodded my now spherical torso, as if to see how full I was getting. I
looked around in panic as my chest came into contact with my chin. My
limbs slowly widened as I continued ballooning outwards, my silver
overalls starting to get tight. Eventually I was a huge silver orb, with only
my head and little blue hands and feet sticking out.
"He's full." Confirmed one of the scientists as she ran her hand
over my drum tight body.
Ms Wonka produced a small tin flute and blew a few notes on it.
Half a dozen Oompa Loompas appeared.
"Roll this young man down to the juicing room." Ordered Ms
Wonka.
Without a word the little orange women gathered around, looking
puzzled about how to move the human sphere before them. Then they
started doing a strange little march around me and began to sing.
Oompa loompa doompety do,
Lot's more changes will happen to you.
Oompa loompa doompety de,
So if you are wise then you'll listen to me.
You're closing us down like a snake in the grass,
so we'll give you a cleavage and widen your ass.
We'll sort out your hair and we'll make it all long,
Then you'll know that you-were-wrong,
And you will be one of us,
Oompa loompa loompety da,
Given good manners you will go far,
You will live in happiness too,
like the Oompa Loompa's doompety do.
I glanced about nervously and tried to move, but could only manage a few
waddling steps before two of the girls caught me. They then stepped away
and signalled the others to roll me onto my back. I tried to protest but all I
could do was flap my hands and wiggle my feet. The Oompa Loompas
then swung me around and began rolling through another set of golden
doors and down a corridor.
It was hard to judge how long they rolled me through the factory,
but finally we reached the juicing room. The juicing room was filled with
huge pumps and vats containing strange colour liquids. Steam hissed from
pipes as dozens of Oompa Loompas hurried about opening valves and
turning wheels. I was rolled into the centre of the room and tilted forward.
Two orange girls walked forward and opened a flap on my suit, exposing
my swollen nipples. They then attached two long transparent tubes from a
large pump to them. I nervously asked them what they were doing.
"We need to squeeze the juice out of you before you explode."
Interjected Ms Wonka as she appeared from behind me and bent down
level with my face. "It's a fairly simple operation. You might even enjoy
it."
She clicked her fingers and the Oompa Loompas started raising
and lowering the bellows with a hunka hunka noise. A sucking sensation
began on my nipples and I let out a groan. More of the little orange ladies
appeared at my sides and began gently squeezing me. I groaned more
loudly this time and juice began flowing from my nipples. My eyes
widened at the realisation of what was happening. Ms Wonka saw this
and gave the order to speed up the process, a wry grin on her face. I bit
my lip as another wave of pleasure hit me. The sucking sensation grew
more intense and I was squeezed harder. More and more juice was
squeezed out of me and soon I was able to stand, with only the pumps
emptying me. My rotund figure quickly diminished and soon I was slim
again. I even felt a little sorry when two Oompa Loompas came and
removed the pipes then began helping me out of the baggy overalls.
Something, however didn't feel right as I stood there naked.
I instinctively tried to cover my genitals, and then froze. My dick
was gone! I let out a shriek (and it was a shriek. My voice sounded
higher). I started to panic. What had they done to me? I took a deep breath
and then looked down at my altered body. My skin had changed from a
deep blue to a pale purple, but what concerned me more was my gender. I
was now a woman! Ms Wonka looked me up and down with an
approving eye.
"Oh maybe I should have said. The blueberry juice has a tendency
to latch onto male hormones, characteristics, that sort of thing, and when
we suck it out, they come along with it. So I'm afraid you're a she now
and not a he anymore. Still, in my opinion you look better this way." She
smiled, and stepped forward to stroke my cheek.
I snapped my face away and looked up at her realising that I was shorter
as well, by at least 8 inches. Suddenly, I felt very vulnerable and afraid.
My lip started to quiver and tears welled in my eyes.
"There, there, my dear." Comforted Ms Wonka as I started crying.
"You'll feel better when we've finished your transformation. I guarantee
it." Sobbing I told her that I was happy being a man and wanted to be
changed back. She smiled, handing me her handkerchief. Apparently that
it was too late for that now, my maleness was already being used to make
big belch blue berry soda pop. Besides, this way I wouldn't be able to
close down her factory. My boss wouldn't believe that I had become a
skinny, lilac coloured woman. But I must not worry about that, I had a
big future ahead of me. I didn't like the way she said 'big' and shivered.
She blew a tune on her flute and instructed a couple of Oompa Loompas to
get me covered up, she would meet us in the balancing room. The two,
(now not so small women) escorted me, still snivelling, to a small
changing room.
The cubicle was tiny and through my tears I saw my reflection in a full
length mirror. My body looked so fragile and weak as I stood there,
shaking with tears. I wanted to look away, but for some reason, probably
curiosity, I gazed on. I was very skinny, like one of those ill looking
super models, with tiny hands and feet to match. My breasts were two
small, barely noticeable bumps and the space between my legs now
housed a vagina. Wiping away my tears I stepped forward and examined
my face. Gone was the lean, masculine face that I knew so well, replaced
by that of a girl. A pretty, girl. My new face was round and soft with
plump lips and big blue eyes. My short hairstyle seemed out of place on
such a feminine head, particularly as my skin was lilac. Tentatively I
touched my face. My skin felt so soft and smooth. Although still
distressed, I also felt amazed and repulsed, both at the same time. My
emotions were all over the place.
Just then a strange looking garment was pushed under the cubicle door.
Holding it up I found it to be a short white slip, made of a substance like
lycra. Pulling it on I found it to be a poor fit, hanging off my thin frame
like a potato sack.
Once dressed the Oompa Loompas escorted me, still dazed, to the
balancing room.
I was starting to get to grips with what was going on by the time we
reached the balancing room. Ms Wonka stood in the center of a stark
white room that reminded me of a beauty parlour. The place looked so
immaculate, it could so easily have been a dream. It wasn't. A team of
Oompa Loompas, all in matching white dresses stood attentively behind
Ms Wonka, as if waiting for her orders.
"Our guest is here," said Ms Wonka to her staff "sit her down and begin
with the next stage."
I tried to resist but was too weak. The Oompa Loompas strapped me into a
kind of barbers chair, that secured my wrists and ankles. When this was
done, they began wheeling trolleys containing strange looking equipment
over to me. Ms Wonka came over to lean on the chairs headrest. She
calmly explained, what was happening next.
"When we sucked out your maleness, we didn't get it all. That's why
you're still lilac. But also we need to balance your hormone levels now
and make your body stable. We'll also sort out your hair and give you a
check up. So relax."
I strained in the seat but soon felt exhausted and gave up. The chair was
tilted back and the next thing I new, my hair was being washed. My legs
were slowly spread, and with a gasp, I felt something cold being inserted
into my vagina. Shocked, I realised that I was probably getting a
gynaecological examination. More Oompa Loompas appeared at my hands
and feet and began giving me a manicure, whilst others rubbed lotions into
my arms and legs. Another popped a large pill into my mouth, which I
reluctantly swallowed. My scalp began to tingle as the little orange ladies
washed my hair, making me feel a little drowsy. As they continued my
preparation the little ladies began to sing.
Oompa loompa doompety do,
We've got more surprises for you.
Oompa loompa doompety de,
And when we are finished so happy you'll be.
As we are singing you're becoming quite dumb,
But all that will concern you is the size of your bum.
Soon you'll forget who you used to be,
And instead be a big and buxom Bar-bie,
This will make you very glad,
Oompa loompa loompety da,
If you're obedient you will go far,
You will live in happiness too,
like the Oompa Loompa's doompety do.
The probe was removed from my pussy and my ankles were unfastened.
Drowsily I watched as the Oompa Loompas slipped a pair of white
pantyhose up my slim legs, pausing momentarily as they lifted me and
then slid them around my ass. Although opaque, I could just make out my
now purple toe nails through the nylons. They felt sort of nice. Just then I
heard a roaring noise in my ears, but realised it was a hair dryer, blowing
my hair. My long blonde hair! After a few more finishing touches the
straps were undone and I was helped to my feet. Two Oompa Loompas
scurried forward with a full length mirror. I looked at my reflection a
feeling of dread hit me. I was a pretty 21 year old baby doll, with my long
blonde hair tied in two bunches. My skin was a healthy pink and my eyes
a deep blue. Half of me was disgusted. The other half sort of thrilled.
What was happening to me?!
"You're not finished yet." Stated Ms Wonka and beckoned me through
another doorway. I hitched up my tights and followed.
We walked down another plush corridor to an enormous elevator that took
us high into the factory's upper levels. I had to keep pulling up the
pantyhose as they continuously slipped off my narrow hips. Once out of
the elevator we entered the 'rounding room', which, Ms Wonka informed
me was devised after she had seen some of the skinny super models on a
Paris catwalk. I would try out the new candy called 'square sweets that
make you look round' before they did. I liked the fact that in a way, I was
being compared to fashion models. The room was full of balloons of all
shapes and sizes. Some floated in the air others covered the floor. We
pushed our way through the balloons, until we reached a large silver
machine that stood in the centre of the room. Two scientists were working
on the machine. Ms Wonka asked for a piece of the candy and then gave it
to me. I looked at it dubiously remembering the chewing gum that had
started off my transformation. But what else could they do to me? I slowly
put the sweet into my mouth and began to suck. The sensation was quite
nice. A kind of warm feeling down my back and legs. I rolled the piece of
candy about in my mouth, a little self conscious at the attention Ms Wonka
and her scientists were giving me.
Then it started to happen. I was aware of the pantyhose starting to feel
tighter around my calves, and hastily glanced at my hands to see if I was
turning blue again. I wasn't. But I was growing again. Although in a
different way. My legs were becoming rounded and shapely whilst my
hips grew wider and wider. My butt gradually expanded , filling my tights
out nicely. My short white slip began clinging to my now plentiful hips
and accentuating my huge ass. Strangely, I quite enjoyed what was
happening to me. When the process finished, I had become a curvaceous,
pear shape. Rather well toned too. I couldn't resist running my hands over
my new hips and ass, and neither could Ms Wonka!
"That's much better," she said, patting my butt "Still, you're rather bottom
heavy at the moment. You need evening out. You need a schozcumber or
two."
Before we left, one of the scientists produced a pair of white, strappy
sandals. They were really pretty and matched my outfit. Carefully I
slipped my dainty feet into them. The sandals had two inch heels on them,
but I had no trouble walking in them. They felt sort of natural and even
added a wiggle to my walk.
We arrived at what I guessed was the staff canteen. It was coloured pink
with white tables and chairs filling the room. Sitting down made me
realise just how big my butt was. Ms Wonka said that I'd need to buy a
'Buns of Steel' workout video. I giggled. When we were seated an
Oompa Loompa appeared to take our order. Ms Wonka ordered a salad for
herself and ordered me a schnozcumber. The waitress took our order
before hurrying off into the kitchen. She quickly returned with two plates.
On one the salad on the other my schnozcumber. The schnozcumber was
apparently a Loompaland delicacy that had to be specially imported. The
fruit was the size and shape of a cucumber, but the same colour and
texture as a plum. It gave off an inviting odour. I licked my lips in
anticipation, as if waiting obediently for Ms Wonka's word to begin
eating. I think she sensed this and deliberately made me wait as she tucked
her napkin under her chin. When she told me to begin. I carefully lifted
the fruit with both hands and touched it with the tip of my tongue.
Mmmmm. It tasted good. I began to lick it like a lollipop, but I needed
more. I opened my mouth wide and took the end of the schnozcumber in.
That was much better. I slowly began working it in and out between my
lips, sucking harder and harder. The juice began to flow. This was
starting to make me feel horny. Then I suddenly realised that I was giving
this fruit a blow job, and loving it! I wrapped my tongue around the juicy
fruit as I began moaning.
"Enjoying yourself?" asked Ms Wonka. All I could manage was a
mumble, my mouth full of schnozcumber. With one last suck the fruit
seemed to deflate, and shrivelled down to a piece of plum coloured skin. I
was breathing heavily and leaned back in the chair. I was thinking how
much I'd enjoyed the schnozcumber when I felt a tightness in my chest. I
looked up at Ms Wonka, who must have known what I was thinking.
"Like I said, you're too bottom heavy. Time to even you out." Now I
could feel a tingling sensation beginning, making my nipples stand on
end. Then like two balloons I began to grow tits. Slowly they pushed
forward, getting rounder and heavier as they grew. I cupped them in my
hands, pleased that I was growing breasts. They finished growing and I
looked down at my lovely new tits. They were about the size of apples. I
smiled at Ms Wonka who nodded to my right. Turning I saw the waitress
with two more juicy looking schnozcumbers. I licked my lips and began
again.
By the time we left the restaurant, I had a pair of magnificent melon sized
boobs. I even needed to lean slightly backwards to balance my new chest.
This caused my tits to sway as I walked. I needed a bra! A big one!
Eagerly I asked Ms Wonka what she was going to do to me next. She
replied that she had finished with my transformation and was quite pleased
with her handiwork. But that I had lots more to do for her factory. I said I
was willing to do anything she wanted. It occurred to me that I wouldn't
have felt the same way a few hours ago. But that was before I was a busty
blonde.
An hour later I had been squeezed into a swimsuit and sat on a mock up
beach licking a huge round popsicle. Oompa Loompas took photos of me
as I lazed under the hot lights in seeming ecstasy, licking the new line of
Wonka candy. The advert appeared all over the world, with the slogan
"Big, round and beautiful. Who could resist it?" Apparently no one. Sales
soared and I went on to model in more than a dozen adverts. I loved being
a celebrity, although I never left the factory. Ms Wonka told me that the
process of transformation had lowered my I Q by about thirty points, so I
was no use to her as a scientist. But my new "assets" made me an ideal
model. I had trouble remembering how clever I used to be so I didn't
mind. Soon my whole life was about looking pretty. I now spend hours
doing aerobics and yoga to help keep my body firm and round. Although
not too much, I don't want to be all muscley (Eewwww. Gross). I'm now
an expert on skin care and makeup. I love all of the pretty clothes that they
make me wear. But I do know that this won't last forever. When I spoke
to Ms Wonka, she told me not to fill my pretty head with such thoughts.
"When you're too old to model for us, we'll just make a few small
changes to your body and you can go and work in the department that
produces our golden eggs." she told me.
Mmmmmm. That sounds like fun. I wonder what I'd have to do?
End.
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