The Factory EP 2: New Girl, Same Problems

Finally got around to making a second part!

Really hope you guys enjoy this inflation-themed buffoonery. :D

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“Here we go OooooooooooooooooLivia!”The massively chested boss yelled out with bravado, catching the attention of everyone in the office.

“It’s Liv, lady.” A new girl says with a hard tone.

“Okay then, Livvy Liv… here’s the brain of the operations!” Stephanie calls out while gesturing to the office of confused or uninterested faces. 

Leaning against the wall with her arms crossed—well, as much as they could cross over her ridiculous chest—was Liv, looking absolutely miserable. She was huge, even for a blueberry girl, with smooth, balloon-like curves that filled out her outfit in ways it clearly wasn’t designed for. Her dark denim jacket? Definitely not closing anytime soon. It just sort of hung off her massive frame like an afterthought. Beneath it, a tight blue-and-black striped top clung to her chest for dear life, exposing way too much cleavage and a peek of her plush belly underneath.

Her mini skirt? Calling it “mini” was generous—it was practically an afterthought at this point, barely covering anything thanks to her sheer size. Thick thighs pressed against each other, leaving little doubt that she’d have a hell of a time trying to sit down on anything smaller than a reinforced couch.

Her makeup was pure punk attitude—dark lipstick, heavy eyeshadow, and a general "I don’t give a shit" vibe. But the real statement? Those huge voluminous pigtails, jet black with electric blue highlights, cascading down like twin storm clouds.

And yet, despite all that bold style, the look on her face was pure misery. Like she hated every second of being this big. Her dark-rimmed eyes scanned the room with the kind of exhausted frustration that said, Yeah, I know how I look. Don’t even start.

The chubby chav Maddison bolts up.

“Stephanie, I must protest! This office is too small to have another extra plus sized girl to be waddling around here!” She exclaims.

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Section of Maddison’s Interview:

“For a factory that is often known for blowing up people to cartoonish proportions; there is no space in this office space.” Maddison said sternly, while fixing her large messy blonde bob that sits on her head.

“You could make a montage of things getting knocked over by giant hips, people getting shoved aside by oversized asses, and doorways getting jammed every other day.” She folded her arms.

“We need at least ten feet between every desk and much, much bigger doors.”

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Stephanie ignored the outburst and kept moving. “And here’s our adorable receptionist, Lexi!” She gestured toward a much more bottom-heavy blueberry girl.

“Hey, Liv!!!” Lexi beamed, her round cheeks flushed with excitement.

“Uh… hi?” Liv replied, a little confused.

“She’s usually not this big, but she let herself go last night.” Stephanie snickered. A flicker of betrayal crossed Lexi’s face as Liv peeked over the desk, catching a glimpse of Lexi’s enormous blue thighs, barely contained by an overstretched tracksuit.

“Ahh… I really like your style!” Lexi said, flustered.

“It looks better when I’m not big and blue,” Liv sighed, tugging at her jacket. Not that it did anything to hide her bloated figure.

“Are you going for punk or goth?” Lexi asked innocently.

Liv narrowed her eyes. “Seriously?”

Before Lexi could dig herself deeper, Stephanie swooped in. “Oooooooooover here is where you’ll be working!” She grabbed Liv’s arm and dragged her along, giving Lexi just enough time to pull her hoodie over her face and squeal in embarrassment. Violetta, a desk away, was barely holding in her laughter.

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Section of Lexi’s Interview:

“I don’t know the difference, okay!?” Lexi cried, her normally vibrant blue face flushed to a deep purple-red.

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Stephanie pulled out a chair at one of the desks. “And here’s your partner for now—Nikki!” She did an unnecessary set of jazz hands as Liv took in the sight of yet another ridiculously proportioned woman.

“She’s the reason we have to label food in the fridge,” Stephanie whispered with a smirk.

“Excuse me?!” Nikki snapped, her round face twisting in outrage.

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Section of Nicki’s Interview:

Nikki leaned back against the counter, her rounded face framed perfectly by her smooth, side-parted dark hair that cascaded down her back. Her makeup was subtle but on point, just enough to highlight her dark eyes and soft features without trying too hard. She had that kind of natural glow that made you wonder if she just woke up looking that good.

But what really stood out was her figure. Nikki was big; not just curvy, but big. Her belly pushed out over the waistband of her denim shorts, the button straining to hold it all together as the soft curve of her stomach practically bulged over the top. Her red top was tight enough to show off her generous cleavage, which left little doubt that her chest was massive. But even with that, Nikki was definitely bottom-heavy.

Her wide hips and thick thighs stretched out the limits of those shorts, and her ass? Forget about it. It was the kind of thing that turned heads when she walked into a room; round, full, and unapologetically huge. And yet, Nikki wore it all with that quiet confidence.

“Okay, let’s get one thing straight,” she said, hands gesturing dramatically. “I am NOT fat. I am perfectly curvy. The fact that I love to eat has nothing to do with it. So I better not hear any fat jokes while you’re here.”

She pointed past the camera, daring anyone to challenge her.

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Relax, relax!” Stephanie laughed. “I’ll let you two plus-sized girls get to know each other.” She quickly stepped away, her absolutely gigantic chest bouncing with each movement.

“HUH!?” Nikki whipped around, but Stephanie was already back in her office, giggling.

“She’s not actually the boss, right?” Liv asked, staring at the woman’s office.

Nikki sighed. “Yeah… somehow.”

“How?”

Nikki scratched her head. “We don’t actually know. Every time we ask, she gives a different story.”

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Section of Stephanie’s Interview:

“I was the secret 6th lucky ticket winner and I beat all the others to get to this position.” She says proudly.

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Section of another Stephanie’s Interview:

“I was actually best friends with Willy Wonka as a kid!” She says with a bright smile.

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Yet another section of Stephanie’s Interview:

“You wanna know how I became the manager?” Stephanie said, suddenly switching to a smug look. She lifted her ridiculously huge chest and slammed them on the table, almost breaking it.

“This is how.”

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And another one…

“I actually possess the full recipe for a lot of the candies here. Three-course meal gums, Everlasting Gobstoppers, you name it.” She holds up a pixelated piece of paper.

“The best part? This is the real deal, no side effects! No swelling, no transforming! And they can’t fire me in case I decide to walk over to Slugworth’s and hand it all over.” She grins wickedly.

“So they gave me this job and occasionally shower me with wonderful gifts.” She tries to look cute.

Her expression shifts as she glances past the camera at someone on the crew.

“What do you mean that’s blackmail?”

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Lexi, the bottom-heavy receptionist, was scrolling through her phone, looking confused.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” Lexi nearly dropped her phone when a stunning blonde voice suddenly rang out. Violetta couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Don’t do that!” Lexi whined, clutching her chest, her heart racing like crazy.

“Come on, would you not jump if you saw someone zoned out like that?” Violetta teased, leaning over the table to peek at Lexi’s phone.

“...Uhh…”

“Are you watching twerking videos?” Violetta tried to hold back a giggle, and Lexi’s blue face turned a deep purple-red.

“It’s not like that!!!” Lexi cried, throwing her hands up like she’d just been caught stealing cookies.

“So? Spill it, I wanna know everything now.” Violetta grinned, enjoying this juicy bit of gossip.

“Uhh… since I got these.” Lexi shook her massive thighs, making them wobble like Jell-O. Violetta got a little distracted, staring at them for a second.

“I thought I’d try, you know, using them!” Lexi let out a nervous laugh.

“By twerking?” Violetta tilted her head, totally intrigued.

“Well, yeah… Nikki came to me and said I had an amazing body for dancing—well, twerking. But I didn’t know how, so she tried teaching me…”

“And?” Violetta leaned in, her curiosity piqued.

“I can’t do it! I just fall on my ass every time!” Lexi whined.

“That’s because your thighs are full of juice, not fat. It’s a different ball game.” A voice suddenly interrupted.

“WHAT THE—” Violetta jumped at the sudden arrival of the office’s resident know-it-all, Maddison. Lexi tried her best to hold back a giggle—payback.

“How are you so sneaky for someone this big!” Violetta complained, as the orange-skinned BBW raised an eyebrow.

“First off, your huge hair blocks your vision. You should at least put it in a bun so you can see the world better,” Maddison pointed out, tugging at her own messy blonde bun. It looked awful on anyone else, but somehow Maddison made it work.

“Or, you could just get a damn haircut,” Maddison added smugly, flicking a chunk of her hair in Violetta’s face.

“HEY!” Violetta yelled, swatting at her.

Maddison ignored her and turned back to Lexi.

“See, a fat ass jiggles, sure, but it’s way firmer than being full of liquid that sloshes around and makes you lose your balance.” Maddison said, as Lexi stared down at her thighs and ass.

“I can’t believe you’re talking about twerking.” Violetta said, smirking at Maddison.

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Section of Maddison’s Interview:

“There are many cases of popular women shaking their asses, and they get thousands, even millions of views” The oranged skinned girl stated.

“It is probably the easiest way for an attractive woman to make money, and I intend to do the same.” She pauses.

“That is until this happened.” She gestured towards her obese body.

“While this has given me an ass probably 3 or 4 times its original size, it’s not twerking worthy. It’s not round or plump. In fact it's one of those square asses.” She pouted, making her large lips seem even bigger.

“I have seen, however, two other co-workers talking about a machine whose sole purpose is to make things grow…” She gives an evil grin as she turns to look out the window to look at a more matured looking plus-sized woman yelling at a voluptuous red-head who just looks confused by the ordeal.

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“Fizzy Lifting Drinks, Everlasting Gobstopers, Hair Toffee… What the fuck?” The blue skinned punk girl mutters to herself.

“Hey Nikki, do you know what we actually—” Liv stopped mid-sentence when she noticed Nikki wasn’t at her desk. She looked around, but nope, no Nikki. Getting up from her chair, she almost tipped over from the sloshing of her own body.

“Fuck sake…” She grumbled as she pulled her jacket as much as possible to hide as much of her swollen form as possible and went into the break room.

“Oh there you are- HOLY FUCK!!!” Liv screams as she finds Nikki, twice her size! Her red top was not covering her bloated belly anymore, in fact it seemed like it was barely holding back her breasts! Her denim shorts had rips along their sides, showing the bulging fat through each tear. She pulled away from the fridge at the yell, large amounts of chocolate spread across her mouth.

“What?” Nikki yelled back, oblivious.

“What do you mean, ‘what’? You’re huge!” Liv shouted.

“Excuse me? So are you!” Nikki shot back, taking another huge bite of cake.

Liv looked at her with a mix of confusion and annoyance. “Yeah, but you were—not this big a minute ago!” She gestured at Nikki’s expanding body.

“You calling me fat!?” Nikki yelled, indignant.

“Wha… Yes of course I’m calling you fat!” She yelled back.

“Do you mind keeping it down-” The chubby chav, Maddison, came in before looking at the swelling mass of Nikki with a cake in her hand.

She pauses.

“CODE RED!!!” She yells, before running as fast as she could back into the office. Liv, once again looks utterly confused. Nikki just seemed annoyed as she went back to scoffing her face.

“STEPHANIE!!! CODE RED!!!” The chubby girl yelled out.

“CODE RED, STEPH!” Lexi joined in on the urgency! Causing the heavy chested boss, who was just swirling around in her office chair to almost fall over before running out of her room.

“CODE RED???” She yelled with concern.

“This way!” Maddison yelled as Stephanie and the rest of the office workforce came into the break room and saw the MUCH heavier looking Nikki.

“Jesus, it was only one-” Nikki didn’t even get a chance as Stephanie barges into Nikki, putting Nikki’s ballooning body to the fall. Maddison didn’t pass on the chance too, as she joined Nikki and swatted away her slice of cake.

“Hahaha! We got you now!” Stephanie says triumphantly; her Z-cups nearly engulfing the head of Nikki.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!” Nikki screamed, trying to get the duo off of her, but being this large was becoming harder to do.

“Nice try fat-ass but we got more than enough impossibly huge girls in the office at the moment.” Maddison replied.

“FAT ASS???” Nikki yelled in anger as she tries push Maddison off of her but her arms were way too plump and slow to do any effect.

“Yeah! You were jealous of Lexi’s new ass and how much better she would be at twerking than you, so you tried to swell yourself up to dethrone her!” Maddison accused her. 

“Wait, you’ve been taking twerking lessons?” Stephanie looked back towards the receptionist who had a burning red blush on her blue face.

“CAN EVERYONE PLEASE STOP TALKING ABOUT THAT!!!” She squeals as she pulls her hoodie over her face.

“Oooooohhhhhh…” Nikki groans uncomfortably.as she felt something was wrong, and it wasn’t the two large women pilling on her. Button fires off her jeans with a sharp PING and hits the ceiling!

“I don’t feel too good…” Nikki moans. Her body was far beyond what the human body should be capable of. Her belly was bulbous and soft; her ass was spilling out of her shredding shorts. Her top was starting to tear as they tried to contain the mountains of breasts threatening to pop out. Stephanie and Maddison got off the soft fattening woman.

“Oh, she’s really blobbing out now…” Stephanie says backing away from the swelling mass of fat.

“Jeez, how much did she eat?” Violetta turned towards the berry punk girl with a look of panic on her face.

“I-I don’t know!? She was already huge when I saw her!” Liv exclaimed. This was probably the weirdest day of her life, and she was a blueberry yesterday!

The growing mass of fat, Nikki, continued to gain weight in a matter of seconds. Her rolls of fat spilling across the floor like butter on bread. She could very well be the fattest person on the planet right now. She could barely move her arms as giant amounts of weight hung on them. Her cheeks were really puffed up almost like she had two entire watermelons in her mouth. Her belly was spilling everywhere, even covering most of her monstrously thick thighs. Her mountains of breasts exploded out of her top and were visible to all the office workers.

“I really hope you are gonna pixelate this in post.” Violetta says leaning over to look into the camera. Everyone paused for a moment looking at the blob of fat taking up almost the whole break room.

“Yeah, how are we gonna use the break room now?” Maddison asked, eyeing the blob that used to be Nikki.

“I gotta say, Nikki, this is selfish,” Stephanie said, crossing her arms under her own massive chest, looking at the giant belly in front of her.

“Ooooooohhhh…” Nikki groaned again, now clearly exhausted.

“I was hungry… What did you want me to do?” she mumbled, defeated.

“Maybe eat a salad? Or fruit? Not... all this fattening food!,” Maddison said, prodding her soft flesh with a judgmental frown.

Stephanie sighs.

“Well, back to work. Can’t really do much until the loompas come up with the Hyper Liposuction Machine.” Stephanie turns around and leaves.

“The what?” Liv questioned.

“It’s like a juicer but for… girls like Nikki.” Lexi tried to pick her words carefully.

“Does this happen a lot?” Liv asked, gesturing to the giant blob of Nikki.

“To Nikki? Not usually, but I guess you can only bottle up that much gluttony for so long,” Lexi said with a concerned look. Then, turning to Liv’s confused blue face, she added, “Yeah, this isn’t the last time you’re gonna see someone this big.”

“I was the big girl last time!” Lexi laughed, patting Liv’s shoulder as she exited the break room.

“Uhhh... Why am I still hungry?” Nikki moaned.

“What the fuck have I gotten myself into?” Liv mumbled, staring at the mountain of Nikki’s bloated body.

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Section of Nikki’s Interview:

The camera shows someone awkwardly maneuvering through the mess of chairs and tables shoved against the corners of the room, thanks to Nikki’s massive size, before finally focusing on her swollen-cheeked head.

“Huh? You’re really doing this now?” Nikki mumbled, clearly half-asleep. She looked like she was about to pass out at any second.

“Ughhhh… fine…” she groaned, clearly out of options.

“I was on one of the tours a while ago… and I didn’t make it past the chocolate room,” she muttered through her stuffed cheeks.

“I just couldn’t help myself… and ever since then, everything I eat just makes me bigger.” Her eyes drifted lazily off to the side, probably recalling every other time this had happened.

Suddenly, a loud noise broke the moment, and Nikki’s body wobbled as someone shuffled toward her from across the room. It was Maddison, carrying a pile of office supplies in her arms like a one-woman moving crew.

“Just because you turned yourself into a blob doesn’t mean you get to slack off, Nikki,” she said sternly, laying down the pile of office gear beside Nikki’s head.

“Maddie, I can’t move! How am I supposed to do anything?!” Nikki cried, her voice muffled by the sheer weight of her own body.

“Well, you can speak and hear, so that’s good enough for me,” Maddison said, pulling out a phone strapped to a headset with duct tape. She placed the phone in Nikki’s hand with an almost suspicious level of efficiency.

“How the hell am I supposed to write down what the buyers want?” Nikki exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration.

“I was expecting you to have a good memory, so… good luck with that!” Maddison smirked, backing away through the chaos of office debris Nikki had created.

“Maddie! MADDIE! MADD—” Nikki’s shout was cut off when the phone suddenly rang.

Nikki’s eyes flicked toward the camera with genuine concern.

“Oh… no…”

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Section of Violetta’s Interview:

“Are you seriously making a documentary about this place?” Violetta said, gazing at the crew behind the camera with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“Because you’re probably seconds away from this documentary turning into soft-core fetish porn,” she added, flashing a sly smile.