Series: Fairy Tail x Wonka-inspired
Characters: Lucy, Reader
Contains: Female berry inflation
Reward
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The Wonka Company had expanded. The wildly successful business moved on from just candy into other confectionaries. This resulted in the sister location dedicated to pastries and baked goods. So, it was natural that this factory would open itself to tours for lucky customers. You were one such customer, having earned your ticket with a sporadic muffin purchase.
Other contestants were removed from the tour through various ironic or comedic circumstances. Erza had stumbled across strawberry cake and devoured it without question. Her body proceeded to fill with fluffy, whipped cream-like frosting. Cana had drunk what she thought was especially fizzy root beer, only to float away like a balloon. She was recovered, but still removed from the tour. Juvia had equally made a mistake and gotten stuck under a chocolate waterfall. Her body filled equally round before she floated down the river. You hardly had the opportunity to make similar blunders, as you spent your time talking with another tour goer, Lucy.
Lucy Heartfilia was a delight to spend time with. She was beautiful, for starters. Her long blonde hair seemed to shimmer even under fluorescent light. It bounced at her shoulders as she exaggeratedly swayed and occasionally nudged against you. Her eyes were brown, but they shone similarly to a polished topaz. It was almost impossible to take your eyes off hers. It was embarrassing, but you had fallen head over heels for Lucy during the tour…It was hard not to with the pretty face and gently curvaceous body. Her chest was full and rounded, but her hips also bumped out to her sides to give her a faint hourglass shape.
Yet, Lucy was more than a pretty face and shapely figure! She was also incredibly kind and sweet. You found yourself laughing with her, feeling closer with each stop the tour made. It eventually became just the two of you…with the tour guide off to the side.
“So…” You started.
“This place is-” Lucy muttered at the same time.
The two of you paused and chuckled before you spoke again. “You go first, please, I insist!”
Lucy giggled. “I was just saying this place is pretty interesting. I know the food has been a little…quirky, but it’s still crazy how they make it!”
You couldn’t help but agree. “Yeah, it must take a lot of science or borderline magic to make stuff like this. I thought it was supposed to be an exaggerated experience for the tour, but then those three girls inflated.” Your cheeks started to feel warm. Witnessing the three girls bloat and round into such exaggerated shapes. It had started to awaken something in you. You couldn’t help but feel Lucy would look good like that. A part of you felt certain she’d look even better than the other girls…
“This is our fruit danish room! Here, we genetically engineer and grow a variety of special fruits. Once harvested, they are processed into jellies and used to fill the puffiest pastries known to man!” The tour guide exclaimed.
This stop grasped your attention. A single tree sprouted branches and vines, each with a different fruit. There were many fruits you recognized, but they were massive. Some occasionally exploded into showers of juice.
“Is this legal?” You asked.
“Haha! Don’t ask.” The tour guide replied.
Lucy looked up at the giant tree in awe before a sweet smell tickled her nose. She looked and spotted a table covered in snacks. The previous exhibits had snacks labeled as experimental. It was clear that those were incomplete recipes shown for proof of concept. This? This looked like refreshments meant to be eaten.
Lucy grabbed a blueberry danish and took a bite. “Woah!” She exclaimed. The fruit flavor was vibrant and oddly refreshing. It coated her mouth more with each bite. “It’s so sweet, and surprisingly juicy.” She hummed and took another bite.
“Anyways, the fruits store energy and nutrients to stay juicy longer.” The tour guide had nearly finished explaining why the fruits were so special. “The big issue is the fruits never stop making juice. Even after we bake them into paste-oh my gosh!”
Lucy jumped in surprise. “W-what?!” She exclaimed.
You saw Lucy’s face turn blue. “Here we go again…” You sighed as the color spread across Lucy’s skin. It was as if she had blue ink spilled over her. No amount of rubbing could dispel it, though. Blueberry juice rapidly spread through her body, finding space everywhere it could. This started with just turning Lucy blue. There was still more to come, though. The juice continued to accumulate and build up in Lucy’s stomach. This caused the flat surface to swell and round, gradually growing to the size of a basketball. Liquid churned and sloshed louder by the second, too.
“Can we do something about this?” You asked. You looked at Lucy, whose belly had swelled larger by the second. Her shirt rode up further to fully expose the perfectly rounded shape. Curves remained flawless and smooth. They sloped out from under her chest, into her sides, and gently over her upper thighs.
The tour guide pursed his lips and hummed. “Ehhhh…the juicing room, I guess. I’ll have to call them.” The man didn’t seem rushed as he tapped at his phone. “It takes some time for the pumps to warm up. Usually longer than it takes for a berry girl to pop.”
“POP?!” Lucy gasped and groped at her belly. She tried to push the swelling mound to no avail. The pressure only jump-started swelling in her chest. Her breasts sloshed as they gradually grew a cup size. Despite this, they didn’t sag. If anything, the swelling made them perkier. The juice inside stretched skin tautly, countering the liquid’s weight. Their already generous size increased by the second. It didn’t take long before each breast was just as rounded as her head. Her tank top struggled to hold them back, but there was no imminent threat of exposure.
Yet.
“Don’t worry, it’s happened before. The main pain is that berries are harder to deal with long term.” The guide put his phone away. “Uh, you.” He pointed to you, then to a hallway. “That way. Long hall. You’ve got…ten minutes?” The number was obviously a half-hearted estimate. There was no telling if Lucy would last half of that, but there was hope she could hold on for longer.
“Me? Ugh, fine!” You were annoyed solely with the man. You reached out and took Lucy’s hand. “Let’s go! It’s just a hallway!” You pulled Lucy along and blushed as you heard her belly slosh. You had no idea what to do other than follow instructions. Sure, you had seen the other guests of the tour swell, but a majority had dealt with that themselves. Well, maybe floating away or drifting down a chocolate river wasn’t “dealing” with it, but still, you were just a tour guest!
Lucy tried to walk quickly, but she was incredibly embarrassed. Each step caused her chest and belly to bounce gently. That was accompanied by constant slsshh shsss slrsshhh noises. “Sorry about this! I was having a good time talking with you.” Lucy smiled nervously. Deep down, she worried that she had screwed things up. Obviously, being turned into a berry girl was a screw-up, but she was more concerned about things between her and you! ‘Hopefully, this doesn’t weird him out. I was hoping we could give it a shot…’
‘This weirds me out but in a WEIRD way!’ You thought and looked back at Lucy. She blew up quicker than you expected.
The curves of Lucy’s belly had melded with bloated sides. This stretched out and made her entire center of mass a sphere. The broadest point was her front, the core of her belly. It had already stretched to the point that her hands could barely reach the furthest point. Those curves arched up toward her chest, down toward her hips, and around her sides. The curve was more restrained across her back, curving outward only a quarter of the distance her belly had. These curves gradually tucked into her shoulders and right above her hips.
The curves of Lucy’s hips slowly joined her rounder shape. They rolled downward, where they gradually crept over her thighs despite some new thickness. This made it increasingly difficult for Lucy to walk. She could hardly manage to go straight anymore! She adopted an awkward hobble, having to turn her body with each step. The earlier sloshes now turned into deeper glunks that reverberated through the hallway. Droplets of sweat formed on her brow before they rolled along her blue curves. It wasn’t just Lucy’s skin that gave them color, though. No, these droplets boasted a subtle blue tint like watered-down juice.
The hallway turned out to be much longer than expected. It stretched on and on. That, combined with poor lighting, made it difficult to see very far. “Wait a second…” You murmured. Beneath the sound of sloshing…there was music! Hidden speakers pumped in suspenseful music. “Did we step into a video game?!”
“This place sucks! You’re the only good thing to come from this trip!” Just as Lucy said that, she tripped and rolled forward. First, she bounced on her belly. She groaned from the pressure before her breasts bounced up and socked her in the chin. She proceeded to topple head over heels until she ran into the wall. Her lower curves had overtaken her knees. Now it was impossible for her to take even a half step. Balance itself would be a Herculean task.
You didn’t waste a second. You braced your hands on her side and pushed. Your palms sank a few centimeters in. Lucy wasn’t entirely taut yet, but she was nearly as big as a human hamster ball. All this juice boasted an oppressive weight. You tried to push for a solid minute and made no ground. Lucy continued to inflate through each second, growing fuller, rounder, and heavier. You didn’t give up, though. To keep spirits high, you decided to get some stuff off your chest. “Yeah, I would have been totally bored without you!”
Lucy blushed. “That’s good…hey, uh, if this berry thing doesn’t freak you out…how about we go somewhere normal later?” She asked. She looked at you with each rotation. It made her dizzy, but she wanted to make sure you weren’t totally done with her.
“It’s a date!” You grunted as you had to push harder, using your shoulder for extra leverage.
Lucy was now so swollen that she was wider than you were tall. Her entire body was pulled into a taut, juicy sphere. Her arms and legs were pulled in until only her hands and feet emerged. She couldn’t even move her neck at this point. Her chin dug into her bloated curves as she tried to remain calm. The sensation of juice being whirled around in her had grown intense. At first, it was just bloating. Almost like she had eaten a large meal or drunk too much water. Being rolled built up momentum. The juice rolled around inside her, similar to how a circular pool would if people quickly swam laps together. This brushed sensitive skin. She bit her lower lip to try to keep a moan back. Even if she let the sound loose, she wouldn’t hear it. The sound of juice whirling filled her ears like the horn of a freight train. It was just about all she could hear.
The moan eventually slipped when her breasts touched the ground. They had swollen to the point they jutted out further than her belly. Each rotation was now stalled by a bmpp slosh bmpp glunk bmpp slosh. Each boob was larger than Lucy had been when she fell. It was hard for you to tell. All you saw was a rolling patch of blue skin. Lucy had continued to swell rounder. She was twice her original height, a massive sphere that dwarfed the dainty girl from earlier. Her breasts were so massive that your entire body could fit between them. This growth made them unimaginably sensitive. Her entire body tingled, but the skin on her breasts managed to buzz even more intensely.
“This is way faster than I thought it’d be!” You exclaimed. Pushing Lucy had been exhausting, but now it seemed impossible. Her breasts had gotten too large! They pressed into the ground and killed her momentum. You didn’t have the energy to regain any speed. “It’s…almost been ten minutes.” You panted and slumped against Lucy.
Lucy tried to remain calm. Her heart fluttered somewhere in the whirlpool of juice. “It’s ok…I appreciate the effort…” She wanted to breathe steadily, but each breath added to the mounting pressure. “The guide…oof seemed super chill…or apathetic…a-anyway it seems like people who pop end up…ok? Maybe?” She tried to chuckle, but her breath was too unsteady. She curled her fingers and tried to remain calm. Her emotions and pressure were reaching their limit. It was a type of pleasure and suspense. There wasn’t fear to be found in it anywhere. She felt like she was at the top of a roller coaster or listening to the height of an orchestra.
“I admire the positivity. It’s cute…” You murmured. Lucy might have been upbeat, but you didn’t have the energy. Something about leaning against Lucy calmed you. Her body hadn’t lost any warmth. It certainly soothed your aching muscles. ‘I probably pulled something somewhere…’
Lucy would have nodded if able. She tried to wiggle her fingers in a peace sign, but even that was difficult. “Yeah! Actually, I feel pretty good!” She grinned, a beaming smile that helped you relax. “I bet I can hold it way longer than 10 minutes! Maybe I won’t pop at all?”
Lucy burst like a balloon.
Her body, which had swollen to more than ten feet in all directions, popped. A flood of juice surged around where she had been, pushing you away. You had closed your eyes and shielded yourself as the powerful flood knocked you off your feet. Dazed as you were, you quickly got to your feet.
You wiped the juice from your face, trying to discern your surroundings. Eventually, you spotted Lucy in the middle of the giant puddle. You slid through the liquid, closing the distance to lift her into your arms. “Lucy, are you ok?”
“I’m…fine…” Lucy shook her head. She was dazed and confused, but her senses gradually returned to normal. The sudden pressure drop (caused by her popping) was a doozy to recover from.
Though a full recovery wasn’t happening.
Lucy’s slender form had not returned to her. Her belly was round and swollen with juice. This seemed to intermingle with natural fat cells. Those cells soaked the juice up like a sponge, and it had been fully integrated into her form. To be rid of it would be as difficult as squeezing away a freckle. That is to say, totally impossible.
Her breasts were twice their original size, still a ripe shade of blue, and surprisingly perky despite their apparent heft. You could also tell they were incredibly soft. One was squished against your chest as you cradled Lucy in your arms. It wasn’t exactly intentional, but you couldn’t ignore the supple texture and hefty weight. It would be rude to point this out, so you kept quiet…taking the time to enjoy it.
Lucy’s hips and thighs retained a sizable curve. It wasn’t the same as her fully bloated form, but she had an undeniable bubble butt and thighs that would surely brush against each other with every step.
Her skin was also still blue. From the tip of her nose to her toes, Lucy hadn’t lost a single hue of the vibrant blueberry blue. Every part of her felt soft to the touch. Not like her modest amount of chub should feel. It reminded you of those jelly stress toys. Squishy, faintly jiggly, but undoubtedly filled with a liquid.
Footsteps approached, splashing lightly. The tour guide emerged from the darkness. “Thought I heard that. Yep, you didn’t make it.” He pulled out his phone and typed away. “That’s fine, that’s fine. This just raises a few issues.”
Silence.
“That are?” You asked.
“Your girlfriend is a permaberry now.” The guide replied as if uninterested. “The juice is bonded with her. She’ll slowly inflate unless juiced again. My bet is she’ll need to be juiced every other week. Depends on how mobile she wants to be.”
Again, silence.
“Can you do something about-” Lucy started, but was cut off.
“Nope! You’re on your own.” The tour guide put his phone away and idled about.
Lucy fiddled with her blue fingers before they drifted to her belly. She gently squeezed her rounded belly. Her cheeks turned a darker shade of blue as she analyzed the soft texture. This would take some getting used to…
Lucy slowly looked up at you and smiled bashfully. “I wouldn’t say I’m on my own…would I?”
You blushed and rubbed the back of your head. “No, I don’t think you would.” You helped Lucy to her feet but stayed close. “We can deal with a little swelling, no problem…”
Lucy smiled wider and tucked herself closer, nuzzling her head against your neck. You squeezed her tightly in a hug. The softness of her partially inflated body and the fragrant scent of blueberries drew you in further. The moment was nowhere near ordinary, but it had a unique sweetness.
The tour guide watched this, unfazed. “Please vacate the factory.”
THE END