The Factory Ep1

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The Factory:  Ep1

“Well Violetta your quarterly looks great. How’s things going with the Inventing Room problem?, ”The dark haired business woman said with a sense of pride in her voice.

“I told you! I couldn’t do it. I tried to keep pushing on that damn thing but it won’t budge! Even with a bunch of little guys around we couldn't get it moving.”, The beautiful blonde known as Violetta exclaimed, as she looked at her nails seeing a couple of the glittery purple nails were gone.

“So… you are looking for advice from the master?” The woman opens her hands out, in a fashion that shows her superiority.

“Is that what you are asking blondey?”, The woman added with a slight playful mocking tone.

“Sure, why not. Go ahead!”, Violetta waves her towards the woman; her voice laced with frustration.

“Okay sure, lemme show you how a real pro does it.”, The woman went to her phone with a look of confidence across her face, as she dialled.

“Hey! Hello! I am Stephanie West, manager of Sales and Maintenance of the Wonka Factory. Just want to talk to you, manager to… tiny worker, about this problem going down over there.” Despite the professionalism you would seem to give off, she speaks with a charisma and carelessness that’s completely unnatural for an office environment. Violetta watches her with utter confusion.

“Hmm… yep… okay. Have you tried using butter?” She suggested as she playfully twists the phone cable around her manicured fingers. A look of speechlessness goes across the face of Violetta at this mention.

“Yeah! Just get some giant sticks of butter from the dairy room and start pushing them around her! That’ll get her rolling! Oh! Also rub butter along the whole tunnel in case she gets stuck. Okay?” Stephanie continued.

“Alright! Done deal! Thank you very much sir! I’ll definitely give you a strongly positive message to the higher ups for being such a gentleman!” She says with bravado as she slams the phone down in victory. 

“Did you even ask for the guy’s name?” Violetta says nonchalantly, her head resting on her hand; as Stephanie eyes go blank. 

“...shit.”

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Stephanie is a hell of a woman in every sense of the word. First off, her hair is like a work of art - dark side parted straight locks that fall down her back like silk. 

But what really sets her apart - those gigantic tits. Z-cup territory here. It's not humanly possible for any woman to naturally have breasts that big without some serious augmentation going on. But hey, who cares? They're still ridiculously hot and completely distracting, and Stephanie sure knows how to use them.

She's rocking an outfit that screams "executive powerhouse" - a dark suit jacket paired with a tight white blouse that does nothing but accentuate those massive bazookas; which are basically bursting out of the fabric at this point. The pencil skirt is fitted just right, showing off those toned legs which are packed into some dark tights..

She walks in front of the camera, with a bold gold and purple Wonka logo on the wall.

“I’ve been working at Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory for 5 years, the last for 1 and half year as manager of sales and maintenance” She started, with her hands clasped together trying to look as professional as she could, before heading towards a simple office door.

“This is where the magic happens! Everything the light touches is my kingdom!”

Tucked away behind a plain wooden door, the office feels almost disappointingly normal compared to the rest of the factory. No rivers of chocolate, no edible wallpaper—just four walls painted in an unassuming beige. A bunch of sturdy oak desks scatter the room, cluttered with stacks of paper and  some with half-eaten candy bars. A large window on one side offers a glimpse of the wintry sky. A bunch of women also fill out the room, although some are more unique looking than others. The cameras follow the overly busty manger towards a rounded reception desk.

“Here’s our adorable receptionist, Lexi!” Stephanie raises her arms outwards towards the woman like she’s the winning prize on a gameshow..

Lexi got a certain... thing about her. She’s in fact a blueberry girl! Her skin is this gorgeous shade of blue that looks like it was plucked straight from the ripest blueberries. And being a blueberry, her body is outrageously curvy! Her breasts are huge and perky, and her belly is nice and round, jiggling with every move she makes. And her thighs are so thick and chunky, they're like two giant pillows.

Her dark hair falls down her back in a long ponytail that reaches all the way down to her lower back. It's tied up tight with a few loose strands framing her face. She's dressed in this super tight pencil skirt that showcases off those amazing legs of hers.. The pink blouse underneath is almost too small for her ample bosom, small in fact you could see some soft blue flesh between the buttons, but she pulls it off with ease. Lastly a dark blue zipper hoodie that looks like it was made for someone with a much smaller frame, but on her? It's just perfect.

“Lexi! Alexa Brooks! She’s been with us now for…” Stephanie blows raspberries as she thinks long and hard.

“Well as long as I can remember. Right Lexi?”

“Uhh… I don’t know about tha- “ She nervously responded. Maybe it was the cameras recording her or the huge personality of Stephanie that she has to deal with.

“If you think she looks cute, you should have seen her before she got all big and blue.” Stephanie says towards the camera with a smug expression.

“What?” Lexi says with a look of annoyance on her face.

“Ahh… Just a joke! You still look perfect.” Stephanie dialed back on the smugness and patted her shoulder.

“Hahaha! Look at her face!” The camera zooms in on Lexi’s blue face, washed with tiredness of someone who has to put up with that one really annoying friend.

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Section of Stephanie’s Interview:

“People say that they have never worked in a place like this before; but I don’t think it’s because of the magic that the factory has or the various shapes and sizes of my little workforce!” She pauses.

“Okay… the last bit helps a lot, because…” *She reaches up under the desk and pulls up her massive breasts and slams them onto the table, causing them to jiggle under the confines of the blouse, and knocking several office equipment off the desk!

“Who doesn’t want their boss this big?” *She laughs.

“But it’s not that, it's that people think I’m hilarious! An office that runs on comedy is more efficient and strongly put together than your average office space.” She says as she pushes her Z-cups out off the table, causing even more papers and equipment to fall off.

“In fact…” She leans over to pick something off the floor with a grunt, and holds up to frame, a coffee mug that says, World’s Breast Boss.

“I think that sums it up.” *She says with a smile.

“I found it at a garage sale.”

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"With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride!" a whiny, off-key voice belts out.

Violetta grits her teeth, her eye twitching as she turns to the source of her growing irritation—her co-worker, completely lost in her own world, earphones in, singing without a care.

"You're toxic, I'm slippin' under, with a taste of a poison paradise!" the orange-skinned girl continues, swaying slightly as if she's headlining a concert no one asked for.

Violetta’s gaze goes towards the camera, with a look that screams out. “Can you shut this girl up.”

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Section of Violetta’s Interview:

She was the kind of woman who turned heads without even trying—effortlessly striking. Her figure was the textbook definition of an hourglass. While she doesn’t have the biggest assets, well at least not currently, her breasts and rear are perfectly plump and rounded without coming across like a total bimbo. But the first thing anyone noticed? That hair.

Her signature blonde locks were absolutely massive, thick, voluminous waves that tumbled down her back like a golden waterfall, framing her face to perfection. It bounces with every movement, and somehow, no matter the weather, it always looks perfect. A sleek purple headband sat nestled in her mane, just enough to keep some of it back while letting the rest do its thing.

She rocked a fitted pink top that hugged her curves just right, paired with a deep-purple suede jacket that added a touch of bold elegance to her look. The jacket was rich in color, soft to the touch, and had just the right amount of structure to highlight her frame. Dark leggings completed the outfit, emphasizing the shape of her legs and adding to her effortlessly stylish vibe.

“In my old job, all I needed to do was take pictures of myself. That’s pretty much it. Different clothes, new makeup, new places. It was easy money.” She says looking away from the camera as she thinks about her old life.

“And it took one mistake to land me a life of working in this place. Selling candy to clients over the phone. Talking about quantities and types of candies; if they can afford it, if we are able to ship it there and…” She pauses looking down the lens.

“Am I boring you yet?”

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“Heeeeeeeeeeeello!” Stephanie sings as she picks up the phone.

“You’ve got a call from the higher-ups,” Lexi’s voice comes through, flat and unamused. From the other side of the glass, she stares directly at Stephanie, already regretting this conversation.

“Finally! A message from the heavens!” Stephanie gasps dramatically. “Put them through!”

There’s a pause.

“Willy! Big Willy Willy! Willy Willy Ding Dong! Hahaha!” Stephanie cackles into the receiver like a gremlin.

Silence.

More silence.

Then, Lexi sighs. “...You need to push the button, Stephanie.”

“Oh. Right.”

BEEP.

Stephanie clears her throat, instantly shifting into a businesslike tone. “Hey, how’s it going?”

“Steph? Did you seriously order the Inventing Room workers to rub butter on a blueberry woman?” A man’s voice crackles through the phone, dripping with disbelief.

“Ayy, Wonka! Good to hear from you,” Stephanie replies, far too casual for the situation. “Umm… yeah, I might have done that.”

“What in God’s name were you thinking?!” His voice booms, making the receiver tremble in her hand.

“Well, what do you do when something gets stuck?” She shrugs, as if this should be obvious. “You get some butter!”

A heavy silence hangs in the air.

“Not with a blueberry, Stephanie!” he finally yells. “You just made it worse! The juice is coming out—you squeeze them, you pump them, you stimulate them, but you don’t butter them up like a dinner roll!”

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Section of Stephanie’s Interview:

“There are many ways to juice a blueberry,” Stephanie begins, her tone taking on the air of a professor giving a particularly eccentric lecture. “First, there’s the classic squeeze method—big, heavy presses slowly crushing the poor thing. This one’s everyone’s least favorite because, well… they look like they’re about to pop at any second.”

She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, “Then, there’s pumping—hooking up some pipes and just sucking the juice straight out with a pump.” She gestures vaguely, as if imagining a complex contraption.

“But then… there’s everyone’s favorite method.” Her lips curl into a smirk. “Stimulating the berry. A little… encouragement, a little excitement… and sometimes, they just leak on their own. Or, if you’re lucky—” she leans forward, eyes twinkling, “—they explode. But, you know, in a good way.”

Stephanie tilts her head slightly, lost in thought for a moment, as if truly pondering what that must feel like.

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The office door swung open, revealing Stephanie, her chest practically leading the way, a determined glint in her eyes.

"Listen up, everyone!" she announced, commanding the room’s attention.

"We’ve got a message from Big Willy himself."  As soon as she says that some of the women were trying to contain their laughter as some one then rolls their eyes at the mention of it.

Stephanie ignored them and pressed on. "There’s a situation in the Inventing Room—"

"STILL?" Violetta cut in, her hopes of a break shattered.

"What about your brilliant butter-rubbing idea?" she added, arms crossed.

Stephanie hesitated, suddenly fascinated by the floor. "...That didn’t work."

Violetta let out an exasperated sigh.

"ANYWAY!" Stephanie quickly recovered, raising her voice. "We need two people to head down and help push the blueberry to the juicing room!"

Before she even finished the sentence, the trashy, orange-skinned woman shot to her feet.

"I’ll do it!" she declared in her signature whiny tone, hands on her hips like she was about to embark on some grand adventure.

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Section of Maddison’s Interview:

Maddison was all attitude and bad decisions. Her massive blonde hair was piled up in a messy-yet-calculated mountain of a top bun. Her fake tan was aggressively orange, slathered on in layers so thick it looked like she’d been dipped in caramel.

Her lips were enormous, plumped up to cartoonish proportions, gleaming with thick, over-glossed pink that made them look permanently puckered. It’s a miracle that her whiney voice isn’t muffled by them.

Her lashes were ridiculous, long enough to cast shadows, and her black-outlined eyes were caked in heavy makeup that screamed ‘drama.’ Thick, fake brows arched in constant judgment, completing the expression of someone always ready to start an argument—and win it.

She was stuffed into a skin-tight leopard-print top, her chubby frame hugged by a hot pink satin tracksuit, the zip slightly unzipped to show off just enough cleavage to remind you she meant business. Her long acrylic nails, painted a blinding neon pink, tapped impatiently as she sucked on a piece of gum like it owed her money.

She reeked of cheap perfume, the kind that smelled like vanilla, hairspray, and regret, and she carried herself with the confidence of a woman who had never once considered she might be wrong about anything.

“Back home in the UK, I was always surrounded by girls with this look. It’s called being a Chav, in case you lot aren’t cultured,” Maddison declared with pure confidence. “They cake themselves in makeup, drown their hair in product, and do everything they can to look like the reality stars on TV.”

She flicked her nails, smirking. “I wasn’t any different. But what separates me from those idiots? I’m actually gonna make it to that celeb level—at any cost. I already look the part; now, I just need to climb my way up.”

She paused, eyes narrowing for a second. “Being stuck working in a chocolate factory isn’t exactly a shortcut to fame, but if sucking up to the manager gets me ahead of the rest? Yeah... I’ll play the game.” Her tone was laced with disappointment—but there was still a hint of pride in it, like she had no doubt she'd win in the end.

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“Noooooooope!” Stephanie shut Maddison down before she could even argue.

“Violetta and Lexi are going.” She clapped her hands onto Violetta’s shoulders, and in the process, her gigantic chest rocked Violetta’s head forward like a bobblehead. Judging by her grimace, she wasn’t thrilled about it.

Lexi, on the other hand, just blinked in confusion. “Wait, why me? I’m just the receptionist!”

“WHAT?!” Maddison shrieked, her voice practically echoing off the walls. It was bad enough getting denied, but giving the job to her rival? Now that was just insulting.

“Haven’t I done enough fixing your problems today?!” Violetta huffed, shoving Stephanie’s massive breasts back before it could completely smother her.

Stephanie just grinned. “Well… you two know plenty about blueberries—since you are or have been big and blue before!”

Violetta looked like she might explode, but before she could, Stephanie playfully ruffled her huge, gorgeous hair.

Violetta swatted her hand away immediately, scowling as she fixed it.

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Section of Lexi’s Interview:

“I’m probably the only girl in the world who actually likes being a blueberry,” she mused, tilting her head as if genuinely pondering if there was anyone else.

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s not exactly ideal. You’re constantly swelling, and in a day or two, you’ll probably be a 12-foot-wide ball unless you get juiced. Clothing?. You’re always one stretch away from ripping through whatever you’re wearing. Waddling around is so tiresome, and there’s always the risk of blowing up in public—not to mention all the things you’ll accidentally crush just by existing.”

She let out a dreamy sigh, her expression softening.

“But honestly? All of that’s worth it when you’re lounging on the couch, TV on, meal resting on your big ol’ blue belly—just gently sloshing side to side like a human water balloon. It’s kinda nice…” A sweet, contented smile spread across her face.

Then, as if remembering something, she perked up.

“Oh! And let’s just say it does wonders for your sex life.” She let out a flustered laugh, cheeks darkening into a deep purplish-red.

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“The dream team, back together again!” Lexi chirped, raising her chubby blue hand for a high five as they made their way to the door.

Violetta, not at all thrilled about going back down for the second time today, sighed. But seeing Lexi’s boundless enthusiasm made it impossible to stay in a sour mood. With a half-hearted slap, she delivered a disappointing high five. It didn’t faze Lexi one bit.

The two of them stepped into the elevator, camera crew following close behind.

“Remember when I got stuck in here?” Lexi chuckled, nudging Violetta.

“Oh, you mean the time you completely blocked the hallway? Trapped half the office—including me—because no one could get past your big, blue ass?” Violetta smirked, poking Lexi’s pillowy side.

She wasn’t expecting her to be that soft.

Lexi just giggled in response.

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Stephanie sat at her desk, clicking her pen against her absurdly vast cleavage, lost in thought.

“Hmm... blueberries...” she muttered before suddenly bolting to her feet—nearly losing her balance—then striding out with another grand declaration.

“Everyone! Conference room, NOW! Important discussions are going down!”

A collective groan filled the office. This was clearly not an uncommon occurrence. Still, people reluctantly made their way in, some taking actual seats, while the larger women had to settle for… creative seating arrangements.

Stephanie wasted no time.

“Okay, people! We need to do something about the sheer number of blueberry-related incidents around here. It’s been going on for far too long!” She paused dramatically before adding, “Five. Years. Too long.”

The room fell silent, everyone digesting the sheer ridiculousness of that statement.

“I feel like we have way bigger problems than just blueberries…” a dark-haired, surprisingly large woman chimed in.

“Blah, blah, blah! I specifically said I don’t want to deal with other problems! This is a blueberry emergency!” Stephanie shot back, arms flailing for emphasis.

Maddison, never one to pass up a chance for attention, smirked.

“Why don’t we sell the Three-Course Meal Gum as is—blueberry anomaly included?” she suggested, puffing out her chest with confidence.

Stephanie blinked.

“I fail to see how that would help.”

“No, think about it! Tons of people would try the gum, right? Which means more blueberry people needing to be juiced. So—” she clapped her hands together, “—we charge them for a portable juicer! They get back to normal, we make a fortune!”

Silence.

Stephanie slowly dragged a hand down her face.

“Maddie… sit down. I don’t even want to imagine the lawsuits that would bring.”

A woman with a more mature, no-nonsense air finally chimed in.

“Or… we could finish the gum or just scrap it entirely.”

Stephanie gasped as if she had just witnessed a war crime.

“NO! We can’t do that! It’s literally what we’re known for! Chocolates, candies, and blueberry people!”

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Section of Stephanie’s Interview:

“I’d like to think a lot of these problems wouldn’t exist if, five years ago, a certain girl—who I won’t name!—but whose name may or may not start with a V—hadn’t taken the gum, blown up like a balloon, waddled back out into the world as a big blue celebrity, and kicked off an entire movement of people intentionally turning themselves into… well, you get the idea.”

She sighed dramatically.

“And what really baffles me? Everyone was so obsessed with her that no one noticed the literal two-dimensional guy standing right next to her! Like… how did THAT happen!?”

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“Jeez, can’t this place afford some damn lights?” Violetta grumbled as they stepped into the dimly lit Inventing Room.

The only illumination came from the eerie glow of magical contraptions and strange, buzzing machines. The scene before them? A massive blue sphere wedged firmly in a tunnel, a pair of dark boots and shredded clothing barely clinging to its lower half. And, because why wouldn’t this happen—there was butter comically smeared all over the thing.

Violetta shot a glance at Lexi.

“Remember when you had to go through this?”

“Umm… no?” Lexi blinked, smiling in genuine confusion.

Violetta frowned.

“Wait, what? You didn’t get rolled into that thing when you blew up?”

“Nope! I was juiced right here!” Lexi beamed, pointing proudly to the exact spot.

Violetta’s eye twitched.

“…Are you kidding me!? I got rolled into that damn thing and pressed like a pimple!”

Lexi’s smile faded into something softer. “Oh… I didn’t know you got squished.” She reached over, rubbing Violetta’s back in sympathy.

Violetta opened her mouth to argue—to come up with something—but damn it, Lexi was just too nice for her to keep up the bitterness. She sighed.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

She placed her foot against the giant blue mass and pushed.

Nothing.

“So much for the butter idea,” she muttered, scraping the slick residue off her shoe.

“We gotta juice her, right?” Lexi asked, pressing her hands against the bloated blueberry woman. Her palms barely sank into the surface.

“She’s really full…” Lexi murmured, concern creeping into her voice.

“Probably 100% her fault, so…” Violetta shrugged.

“…How exactly are we juicing her?” Lexi glanced around for any sort of solution.

“No squishing, no obvious way to drain her—” She trailed off. Both of them zeroed in on a tiny slit in the overinflated orb, where a slow trickle of juice was leaking out.

Violetta immediately recoiled.

“No. NO. Absolutely not!”

Several tiny Oompa Loompas stood silently, watching the scene unfold with unreadable expressions.

“I mean, I’m not thrilled about it either, but—”

“Not. Happening.” Violetta snapped, doubling down as she braced herself against the massive sphere.

Lexi sighed and joined her, both of them shoving with all their might. They pressed, leaned, even body-checked the giant berry, ironically covering themselves in more butter than juice in the process.

Then, from the other side of the orb, a soft, muffled sound emerged.

“…Mmmmmmph…”

Both women froze.

“…Did she just moan?” Violetta asked.

Lexi gulped.

“Uh… maybe we shouldn’t push too hard…”

Violetta groaned.

“This is so not in my job descript-”

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPHHH”

The muffled moan grew louder, more intense—until a sudden torrent of juice sprayed out of the lodged blueberry!

Violetta leapt back just in time, but the chubbier blue woman wasn’t as lucky. She was instantly drenched in a thick, sticky wave of purple liquid, the air now heavy with the overpowering scent of blueberries. Lexi staggered back, wiping her face with a grimace.

"Ewwwwwwww!" she whined, trying to fling off the excess goo. Her already stretched office uniform sagged under the weight of the juice, the fabric clinging to her body in dark, uneven stains.

Violetta covered her mouth, struggling not to burst out laughing. She was so relieved she’d dodged that—she would have been losing her mind if any of that had gotten on her, or worse, her hair.

Lexi caught her smirking. "Vi! Stop laughing!" she protested, but even she cracked a smile at the absurdity of it all.

Meanwhile, the Loompas moved in, rolling the now slightly smaller blueberry woman away. She was still massive, but at least she could be moved now.

"A thank you would be nice!" Violetta called after them, watching as the berry and the Loompas disappeared into the dimly lit tunnel. With a long sigh, she brushed off her skirt, relieved the ordeal was finally over.

"I swear, if Steph ever tells me to do this kind of stuff again, I'm gonna tell her to stick it up her—"

GRRRRRRRRRRGGLLLLLLLLEEEE.

Violetta froze. Her eyes flicked toward the source of the deep, gurgling noise.

Lexi stood there, hands placed over her already-round belly, looking down at herself.

"Uh… what was that?" Violetta asked, though she already knew the answer. She just really hoped Lexi was playing some kind of prank.

PING.

A pink button shot off her blouse, bouncing across the floor. More of Lexi’s noticeably larger chest pushed through the now-gaping hole.

"Oh… right." Lexi poked at her softening, expanding midsection. "I forgot about that."

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Section of Lexi’s Interview:

"Sometimes, if you’ve blown up before, there's a slight chance you can swell up again," Lexi explained matter-of-factly.

"If you're lucky, it's manageable! Like, if you were just impossibly fat, you could just… avoid super fattening foods!" she said brightly.

“But… sometimes it’s trickier.” Her tone shifted.

"A blueberry? They can re-inflate for all sorts of reasons. It’s different for everyone. Could be emotions—fear, excitement, love. But, uh… usually?" She let out an awkward giggle. "It’s when you’re, y’know… turned on."

She cleared her throat, flustered, before quickly adding, “But if you really wanna trigger it? Just eat a handful of blueberries. That one’s usually the easiest to avoid.” She finished with her hands on her hips, as if proud of her expertise.

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE BLOWING UP!?" Violetta shrieked.

"I forgot, okay!? The juice must’ve triggered it!" Lexi argued, wincing as her body started swelling again.

Violetta's jaw dropped. "It can do that!?"

Lexi tilted her head. "Wait, you’ve never blown up twice?"

"NO!"

"Whoa…" Lexi blinked in genuine surprise. "You must be really good at avoiding it, huh?"

Violetta was too stunned to answer.

Lexi, however, remained shockingly unbothered as her belly stretched out like an overinflated beach ball. Her already tight pencil skirt strained, little tears forming as her thickening thighs and hips pushed the fabric past its limits.Her chest was barely being contained in her stained pink blouse; she’ll probably overtake Stephanie in size within a few moments!

"Awww… I liked this outfit," Lexi pouted, tugging at the rapidly expanding holes.

"Oh well." She shrugged playfully, completely at ease with her own inflation, before waddling toward a nearby machine.

Violetta took a cautious step forward. "Lexi… what are you doing?"

Lexi struggled to turn her head, her growing form blocking most of her vision. "Getting the juicer ready." She bent over to grab some hoses.

RIIIIIP.

A massive tear split open across the back of her skirt, directly exposing her gigantic ass.

Violetta instantly blushed.

"H-Hold on! Why aren’t you freaking out!?" she stammered.

Lexi huffed, adjusting her grip on the hoses. "Vi, I’ve blown up like hundreds of times. It’s not scary when you know what’s coming."

Violetta stared in disbelief. "And you're okay with turning into a giant blue juice balloon!?"

Lexi’s face darkened with a flustered blush. "I mean… have you ever seen me not blue?"

Violetta nearly had an aneurysm. "WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Lexi was rounding out, she must be around ten feet tall now. Her arms drop the juicer hoses as she can barely move them any more.

“Okay…. Ugh… Think it’s time for you to juice me.” Lexi mumbled out, now feeling the pressure of gallons and gallons of juice inside her.

“ME!?” Violetta screamed.

“I can’t huff do it myself…” Lexi felt her crotch now pressed against the floor of the inventing room, she knew she must be rounded out now.

Violetta just looks up at the towering blue orb. Two giant blue spheres jutting out the front, barely covered by tattered and ripped fabrics that must have been her breasts. She breathed quickly as she didn’t know what to do.

“It’s okay… ahh… I’ll talk you through it.” Lexi mumbled through her puffy cheeks

Violetta exhaled sharply.

"Fine. But if I swell up too, I swear to God, Lexi—" she muttered, grabbing the hoses.

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“Come on… Suck it in Lexi!” Violetta wheezed as she pushed on her giant shiny behind.

“I’m trying Vi!” Lexi whined as her hands were on the sides of the office door pushing.

Thankfully, Lexi was soft enough to plop through the door with a stumble, almost falling over.

“WoooooOOOOOooooooo!” Lexi lets out as she gains her footing. The office workers look towards the entrance, even Stephanie comes out of her room at the odd sounds.

“We did it!” Lexi beamed with a big smile, with her arms raised up. Violetta comes and stands beside her tired, her huge beautiful long blonde hair now ruffled up, but at least she didn’t blow up too.

“Ayyyyyyyyyyyy! I knew I picked the best two.” Stephanie matched Lexi’s positivity as she gave them both a hug. Lexi gave one back as Violetta tried to get out of it.

“You know you’re not supposed to drink the juice out of another blueberry.” said the chubby fake-tan-covered Maddison towards Lexi.

“Hey, what happened to your tits? Did they go to your ass or something?” Stephanie chuckled as she poked Lexi’s much larger bottom. Violetta slips past Steph to get back to her desk so she can rest.

“You know those bodysuits are only for people that have been juiced.” Maddison says pointing at a purple and yellow bodysuit that covered Lexi’s new bottom heavy figure.

“Take a guess why she has that on.” Violetta says towards Maddison.

“Trying to steal company property to add to her wardrobe?” Maddison fires back. Violetta just blankly stares at her before giving up trying to explain the obvious.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH” 

THUD!!!

Lexi suddenly wasn’t standing anymore. Violetta gets up and goes towards the reception with Stephanie and Maddison following to find… A poor bottom heavy Lexi on the floor with a bunch of paperwork around her, as well as the remains of an office chair.

"Uuuuuuuggghhhhhh…" Lexi groaned woozily.

Three heads peered over the desk at her.

"I, uh… might need a hand."

Maddison immediately walked away. "Nope."

Stephanie faked a ringtone. "Oh wow, my phone’s ringing!" She shut her office door.

Violetta sighed. "Fine."

Lexi beamed. "Thanks, Vi! You’re the best!"

"Just know you owe me."