Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory was
fiction, of course, but for a short time they did
market a line of candy products under Willie Wonka's
name due to the popularity of the book and
the movie. The Scrumpdillicious bar was just a
chocolate bar with peanuts, and the Everlasting
Gobstoppers were just multi-colored jawbreakers,
but it was fun while it lasted.
The product line, of course, ended in a bout of
lawsuits that shut down the production of the Wonka
line for good when the company came out with
the Blueberry Pie gum.
I remember this, because I was living in a city
chosen to be a test market. Only a couple of cities
were chosen, so it's not surprising if you never
saw this one on the market.
I was working in a law firm as a clerk for a summer
job. My duties consisted of hauling big boxes
of legal documents from the law offices on the
14th floor down to the storage room in the
basement, and vice versa. For breaks and lunch,
I would hang out with the women who manned the
front desk. I was 15, and they were in their 20's.
To me they seemed to be a universe away.
Stacy was tall, blonde and slender. Her hair went
down past her shoulders, and she liked wearing
the platform shoes that were stylish at the time.
She had a white plastic purse, that went well with
the reds and yellows that she liked to wear. She
never had much time for me, of course, but always
had me running errands for her anyway.
Tammy was smaller, and had jet black hair with a
fair complexion. I think she was Italian. Her
chest was comfortably padded, and I spent many
a night dreaming of sleeping on those pillows.
She didn't have much time for me either, but she
used to smile at me kindly.
We were eating lunch in the breakroom one day
at the time of the Wonka candies. As usual I was
in the corner eating quietly while they went on and
on about their boyfriends, what brutes they
were, how magnificent and thoughtful they were,
what pigs they were, and so forth.
Stacy said, "Look what I got!" She held up a small
purple package.
Tammy looked, and said, "What is it? Gum?"
Stacy said, "Wrong! It's blueberry pie gum! At least
that's what it says on the package." She
furrowed her brow and examined it closely.
"Oh! Yum! Let me try some!"
Stacy pulled open the wrapper, took a stick, and
handed a stick to Tammy. They unwrapped the
gum and folded the sticks into their mouths.
"Mmmm!" said Tammy.
"Delicious!" said Stacy. "I can feel the pie going
down my throat!"
"It's the most wonderful blueberry pie I've ever tasted!"
I was going to ask for a piece for myself, when I
noticed something funny. Both of their faces
seemed to flush with color. They both had pretty
light complexions, and to see them darken was a
little strange.
Stacy noticed it, too. "What's happening to your
face?" she asked Tammy.
"My face?"
"Your face is turning purple."
"What are you talking about?"
Indeed, their cheeks had flushed to a deep purple
color, and now their whole faces were fading
into purple. Tammy was wearing a t-shirt under a
white jacket; she stood and shrugged the jacket
off. She held up her bare arms and gazed at them;
they were turning purple, too. First a hint of a
blush, deepening into a full, rich purple. "I'm turning
violet!" she said.
Stacy stood. She was wearing a sleeveless jumpsuit
that they used to wear back then. Her arms
were turning purple, and her chest where it showed
between the zipper was purple, too.
Tammy looked at Stacy. "What are you doing now?"
Stacy looked down. Her sides were swelling out. Her
belly pushed forward, straining against the
loose belt of the jumpsuit. Suddenly the jumpsuit was
tight on her, and her belly and sides started
to strain against the belt and swell over top of it.
Tammy said, "You're swelling up!"
Stacy said, "What's happening to me?"
Suddenly Tammy said, "I'm blowing up like a balloon!"
And sure enough, her sides were pushing
out, making her midsection ovaloid. The polyester of
her slacks was sorely stretched as her sides
rolled outward. Her belly flooded into the crotch of
the slacks and pushed against the zipper.
Stacy said, "Like a blueberry!"
Tammy reached forward to push against Stacy's
belly as if to hold it, but it did no good. A moment
later Stacy's belt burst, and her belly surged forward.
She was teardrop-shaped inside the
jumpsuit, and was filling rapidly. Her arms were
soft and rounded, and she held them out to keep
her balance. She spread her legs, and her crotch
pushed forward into the jumpsuit, filling it
rapidly.
Tammy was looking a little top-heavy, her breasts
swelling more rapidly than the rest of her, and
sitting on the purple globe that was her midsection
like basketballs. Her t-shirt pushed up, and her
purple bellybutton pushed out over the top of her
slacks. Suddenly with a loud RIPPP! the slacks
gave way all at once, and her purple thighs and buns
pushed out into the air. The ruins of the slacks
fell off on the floor a moment later.
"Help! Help!" called Stacy, as she filled to the point
that the zipper of her jump suit ran all the way
down with a loud zzzzzzip, and her rounded belly rolled out.
"Help! Help!" cried Tammy, as her swelling sides
pushed her T-shirt up into her armpits, getting
stuck for a moment on her globular breasts, before
it popped up over them.
"Help!" cried Stacy. She tried to take a few wobbling
steps as she looked around. Her chest was
now pushing up to her chin.
"Help!" cried Tammy. Her chin was already resting
on her chest, and her face was swelling and
becoming round itself. Her arms were cone-shaped,
and were disappearing into the globe of her
boy.
"Stick me with a pin!" Stacy mumbled as her face
went round. "Or I'll pop!"
The two women-spheres tried to take some halting
waddling steps, but they were as round as blueberries
with just their little hands and feet sticking out of the
naked globes of their bodies. Their nipples were almost
black circles on the spheres, and were as large as dinner
plates. Their lips had swollen to a lush, deeper purple
as well. Their clothes lay on the ground around them,
and Stacy's blonde hair flew a little as she looked about
her. She still wore the platform shoes on her little feet
sticking out of the bottom of her body.
Tammy looked at me willingly. "Too much pressure..."
she said. "We need you."
There was, of course, only one way that I could relieve
the pressure and save their lives. So I rolled them up
on their backs and did what I had to.
epilogue:
Of course, they were able to de-juice the women
affected by the bad batch of Blueberry Pie gum,
but they were still purple. Tammy and I went out
for awhile until she met a nice older guy and got
married. Tammy did well, too, and ended up marrying
the lawyer in the law firm who represented
them against the candy company. So everything
worked out.
And me? Well, hell, stuff like this is always happening
to me.