Your Wonka Tour

(set: $inv to (a:))\ (set: $fatlevel to 0)\ (set: $currentarea to 1)\ (set: $loompasseen to false)\ Welcome to Wonka's factory. You are one of just five lucky ticket-winners to be granted a visit to the factory, which had long been shut to the public. Though Wonka himself is known to be a bit of an eccentric, you have no doubt that this will be a magical tour you're *sure* to remember. After a brief ceremony, you find yourself in the reception hall. Wonka is urging you to sign a contract before you can enter, but it is rather long. >[[Sign contract]] >[[Read contract]]

(if: (passage:)'s tags contains "preending")[]\ {<script> debugger; if (window.Wonka && Wonka.storage && Wonka.storage.get()){ var sidebar = $('tw-sidebar')[0]; sidebar.style.display = "initial"; } </script>}\ (elseif: (passage:)'s tags contains "ending")[ (link: "Restart")[(reload:)]](else:)[ <hr>(if: !$inv)[(set: $inv to (a:))]\ (if: (passage:)'s name is "inventory")[]\ (else-if: (passage:)'s tags contains "donotshowinventory" or (passage:)'s tags contains "fatresult")[]\ (else:)[>Check [[inventory]].] (if: (passage:)'s name is "weight")[]\ (else-if: (passage:)'s tags contains "fatcheck" or (passage:)'s tags contains "fatresult" or (passage:)'s tags contains "donotshowinventory")[]\ (else:)[>Check [[weight]].]]\ (if: (passage:)'s tags contains "fatresult")[]\ (else:)[ (if:!!$gotochubbyflag)[(set: $chubbyseen to true)(set:$gotochubbyflag to false)(go-to: "chubby")]\ (if:!!$gotoplumpflag)[(set: $plumpseen to true)(set:$gotoplumpflag to false)(go-to: "plump")]\ (if:!!$gotofatflag)[(set: $fatseen to true)(set:$gotofatflag to false)(go-to: "fat")]\ (if:!!$gotoobeseflag)[(set: $obeseseen to true)(set:$gotoobeseflag to false)(go-to: "obese")]\ (if:!!$gotobarelymobileflag)[(set: $barelymobileseen to true)(set:$gotobarelymobileflag to false)(go-to: "barely mobile")]\ (if:!!$gotoimmobileflag)[(set: $immobileseen to true)(set:$gotoimmobileflag to false)(go-to: "immobile")]\ (if: $fatlevel > 0.5 and !$chubbyseen)[(set:$gotochubbyflag to true)]\ (if: $fatlevel > 1.5 and !$plumpseen)[(set:$gotoplumpflag to true)]\ (if: $fatlevel > 2.5 and !$fatseen)[(set:$gotofatflag to true)]\ (if: $fatlevel > 3.5 and !$obeseseen)[(set:$gotoobeseflag to true)]\ (if: $fatlevel > 4.5 and !$barelymobileseen)[(set:$gotobarelymobileflag to true)]\ (if: $fatlevel > 5.5 and !$immobileseen)[((set:$gotoimmobileflag to true)\]\ ]

Your inventory contains: (if: $inv's length > 0)[(print: $inv.join("\n")).]\ (else:)[Your inventory is empty.] (link-goto: "Return", (history:)'s last) (click: "A stick of three-course gum")[(display: "gum description")] (click: "Chocolate chestnuts")[(display: "chocolate chestnuts item")]

You put your signature at the bottom, beside the spot that has your name already printed on it. There are four other names on the list. "Well, I don't usually do these things... tours //or// ice-breakers, but..." Wonka taps his cane against the floor, and clears his throat. "Why don't we take a moment to introduce ourselves? We're all meeting for the first time, after all." He gestures at the group. "We're in no rush... //ahem//... I mean, we are in a great rush, but it would be just dreadful if we were to begin this tour without all of you at least having learned each others' names!" Wonka's demeanor is more than just a bit off-kilter, but he had a point. Maybe you ought to say hi. >[[Greet Hiro]] >[[Greet Victoria]] >[[Greet Hannah]] >[[Greet Caleb]] >[[Greet Tori]] >[[Greet Wonka]] >[[To the chocolate room]]

The contract is written in some form of complex legalese... among other languages. At least one section of it appears to be in some form of hieroglyphic. You see "lifetime supply of chocolate", but you can also make out the words "at their own risk" and "possibility of permanent reconfiguration" amidst all the mumbo-jumbo. You figure it's probably fine. Right? >[[Sign contract]]

(set: $hirogreeted to true)\ Hiro is Asian, about 5'5"/165cm, wearing what appear to be the nicest clothes in a bachelor's closet two days before laundry day. His hair is brushed but unstyled, and the greasy sheen of his cheeks shows that he's not exactly a skincare addict. He's a pretty hefty guy, maybe three hundred pounds by the look of him, and his plaid button-down is tight enough to where you can almost see his undershirt peeking between the buttons. You try not to stare as you say hi. "Hey. I'm Hiro," he says, with a Californian twang. You introduce yourself first, keeping it short but polite. "Oh, cool... Was kinda shocked I won this, haha..." He blushes and scratches the back of his head. "I-I mean, I guess I do eat a lot of candy bars, haha..." Laughing nervously seems to be a common tic of Hiro's. You ask him what his deal is; hobbies, that kind of thing. "Oh, uh, I mean... I play a lot of video games, haha... You know, just... nerd stuff..." He stammers and trails off. You ask him if it was a weird question, to which he replies, "N-no! I'm just not exactly the most... sociable person, haha..." He looks away pointedly. You should probably move on. (display: "Greeting Navigation")

Victoria is a tall, elegant woman with skin so well-cared for and so protected from sunlight you could almost mistake it for porcelain. She's well-dressed, far better than you or anyone else here. She obviously has money, you can almost tell it from the way she speaks to you. "What do //you// want?" she says, looking down her nose. Her posh Londoner accent tugs at your eardrums. You introduce yourself hesitantly, though she seems more occupied with tapping at her phone. "Ugh, I cannot //believe// there's no service here! Ridiculous!" "Need I remind you, no recording devices inside my factory~" says Wonka, overhearing you. Victoria rolls her eyes again. "I //thought// I might combine this tour with some form of promotion for my //massive// contributions to philanthropy, but..." She scoffs and flips her hair to the side, glaring at Wonka from the corner of her eye. "He won't give me the time of day, much less discuss business proposals. I //suppose// I'll settle for being one of the only six people to see this tour..." There is no hint of intentional irony in the statement. She doesn't seem interested in speaking with a commoner like you any longer. You should move on. (set: $victoriagreeted to true)\ (display: "Greeting Navigation")

(set: $hannahgreeted to true)\ You decide to say hi to Hannah. She's short, olive-skinned, with brunette locks that fall down in two bouncy tufts on either side of her face. She's conventionally cute, extremely so, with bright blue eyes and a mousy nose. She's got a bit of meat on her bones, a small pooch showing through her t-shirt and hoodie. You introduce yourself. She blows a bubble on the wad of gum she's chewing before saying, "Hey." ...And nothing else. You struggle to keep up at least a basic conversation, even as she stares at you disinterestedly. She seems distracted by something, never quite looking you right in the eyes. Finally, she starts to speak. "Sorry, it's just..." She sighs. "I did this as a thing for my followers and it's like, I can't even send a video to them 'cause this old guy won't let me take my phone! My sweet little followers all worked to get me on this tour and it's like... it's all about the //fans//, you know?" You ask her what fans she's talking about. Is she famous? "You... don't know me?" She seems genuinely perplexed. "Man, I guess some people just live under a rock... I have ten //million// followers on Instaglam, okay? I'm... kiiiind of a big deal~" With a smug grin, she opens her phone to show you a screenshot (which she already had prepared for some reason) of her follower count. It is indeed ten //million//. "As I've said several times, that phone can't go into my factory!" says Wonka, chiming in. Hannah blows a bubble and rolls her eyes as she hands Wonka the phone. Huh, so you've got a real, live celebrity on this tour. Well, two, if you count Wonka. But jeez, kind of a brat, isn't she? Better go talk to someone else. (display: "Greeting Navigation")

(set: $calebgreeted to true)\ "Hey, sup!" says Caleb, just as you make to greet him first. He's friendly. A tall-ish guy, maybe six feet or so, with blonde hair and green eyes. He gives off a relaxed vibe, with a loose-fitting t-shirt and an unbuttoned collared shirt on top of that. You introduce yourself to him. He listens intently, as if just processing what you say to him is taking all of his focus. "Whoa, cool. Man, I am sure looking forward to some chocolate, hahaaa..." He pats his middle, where he's carrying a small paunch. He has a certain smell to him, though, and as you see the redness around his eyes, you quickly realize that Caleb is stoned. Like, right now. You make some more small talk with him, but he's not the most coherent conversation partner, if you're being honest. You decide to move on. (display: "Greeting Navigation")

(set: $wonkagreeted to true)\ You walk over to Wonka, and for a moment it's as if he doesn't see you. A moment of awkward silence passes before he suddenly turns to face you. "Hm? Ready to move on already?" he asks, looking a bit confused. You explain that no, you just wanted to say hi and properly introduce yourself. "Oh!" Wonka perks up, adjusting his top hat. "Well that's very kind of you. I am very much looking forward to see how this tour goes, I have to say!" You tell him that you are, too. (display: "Greeting Navigation")

"Are we ready to move on, then?" Wonka pops up with surprising agility for someone with greying hair. His eyes beam with anticipation as he leans upon his cane. (display: "Greeting Navigation") >Head to the [[Chocolate room]]

(if: !$hirogreeted)[>[[Greet Hiro]] ]\ (if: !$victoriagreeted)[>[[Greet Victoria]] ]\ (if: !$hannahgreeted)[>[[Greet Hannah]] ]\ (if: !$calebgreeted)[>[[Greet Caleb]] ]\ (if: !$torigreeted)[>[[Greet Tori]] ]\ (if: !$wonkagreeted)[>[[Greet Wonka]] ]\ (if: (passage:)'s tags contains "chocolateroom")[] (else:)[>[[To the chocolate room]]]

Wonka leads you all down hallway after hallway, all of them sloping and curving in often almost imperceptible ways. There is no telling how far you've walked or how deep you've gone, as all the walls are nondescript and bare. Wonka walks with confidence, however, and aside from Hiro's huffing and puffing, everyone is in reasonable spirits. Finally, you come before a large, steel door. "Now, everything in the room you're about to see is eatable... edible. I mean, you can eat almost everything!" "E-everything...?" Hiro, his bulk lightly sweaty from the long walk, perks up at the mention. Caleb's stomach grumbles, as if to chime in. "Patience, patience...!" says Wonka, before turning and opening the door. "I give you... the chocolate room." What you see before you as you enter is nothing short of miraculous. Everywhere, as far as you can see, is covered in candies and sweets of all kinds. Gumdrop trees and amber waves of butterscotch grain are just the tip of the iceberg, it all just looks delicious. Through it all, true to the name of the room, there runs a river of thick molten chocolate. Wonka clears his throat to get the group's attention, pulling them back from their slack-jawed shock. "Now, you are welcome to anything you find here. There may be a few things here and there which are off-limits, but they will be marked, I assure you. Oh!" he shouts, catching Caleb and Hiro as they prepared to dash into the feeding frenzy. "I must //insist// you do //not// touch the chocolate river, at //all//. Most especially, do not //drink// from the chocolate river!" "W-what happens if we drink from the chocolate river...?" asks Hiro, his gaze darting over to the chocolate deluge even as he spoke to Wonka. For a split second, Wonka's hand tightened on his cane. "Just... do not touch the river, please!" he said, his teeth clenched in something approximating a smile. You've never heard Wonka sound so firm or serious. It seems strangely out of character for a carefree chocolatier... In any case, you decide to leave Wonka and head down to the [[main crossroads]].(set: $currentarea to 2)

You're standing at a crossroads. There are a few paths available to you. (display: "Chocolate room navigation")

You decide to check out the chocolate riverbank up close. Wonka told you pretty clearly not to touch it, but he's not really looking. [[Take a drink]] (if: $fatlevel < 3 and !$handfultaken)[[Take a handful]] (if: $fatlevel < 3)[(display: "Chocolate room navigation")] (else:)[The chocolate river is just too tempting for your overfed belly. You've gorged yourself on chocolate treats so much you've packed on nearly a second self of pure lard. You're too close now...]

You follow down a path called "edible eatery", marked with a five-pointed leaf. Some of the candy plants around you take on funky psychedelic colors, with leaves of purple and blue and orange. Unsure exactly what it refers to, it all hits you when you see Caleb there already. "Yooo..." He's sunken into what appears to be a loveseat made of some kind of chocolate-leather. You can see his small potbelly has gotten a fair bit bigger, with a bit of his doughy flab poking out from beneath his shirt. The blazed redness in his eyes is stronger than ever. You ask him the obvious question. Are these sweets all //really//...? "Heeelll yeah...!" Caleb nods while speaking as if in slow motion. "Wonka knows what's good... hehe..." (if: $inv contains "Tripping twig")[Caleb looks like he might want to check out the chocolate river. He seems like the type who might easily stumble over a twig of some sort. [[Lure Caleb to the chocolate river]]] (if: !$edibleseaten)[>[[Try an edible]] ]\ (display: "Chocolate room navigation")

|macro>[(display: "waddlecalc")]\ You follow a path marked 'Cocoa cave'. As you $moveverb along, you notice that the scenery progressively becomes more dominated by shades of delicious chocolatey brown. The delicate fragrance of artisanal chocolate fills your nostrils, working up your appetite. Eventually you find some sort of cavern, with massive stalactites and stalagmites of what appears to be pure chocolate. You're not alone, however. Before you can sample anything, you notice Hiro is already there. "//Mnfff...// Sho good..." The tubby Asian guy has clearly been busy, his hands smeared with chocolate. You can see that he's torn off huge chunks of the cavern itself, and it's not hard to tell where it went by the way his belly juts out. He's practically moaning with pleasure as he continues to glut himself. He probably wouldn't want to be seen like this, but here you are. You try to be polite as you make your presence known. "H-huh?!" Hiro's body jiggles as he is startled by you. "O-oh, it's just you... I... I thought I saw some weird figures in the forest, earlier..." He shakes his head, making his triplet of chins wobble. "Anyway, this chocolate here is really good... Every one of these big chunks is a different cocoa percentage. You can try anything you want!" He beams with delight. He obviously loves chocolate. (if:!$chocolateRockEaten)[ (link:">Gobble down a hunk of chocolate")[What the hell, when in Rome, you figure. You pick up a boulder of chocolate the size of your fist, and with gusto, devour it in no more than a half dozen delicious bites. That was filling.(set:$fatlevel to $fatlevel + 0.5)(set:$chocolateRockEaten to true)]] >[[Suggest Hiro go to the chocolate river]] (if: !!$pecansseen and !$hirowary)[>[[Take Hiro to the Pig Pecans]] ](elseif: !!$hirowary)[Hiro seems wary of going to the pecans. He won't even consider it. ]\ (if: $inv contains "Tripping twig")[>[[Lure Hiro to the chocolate river]] ]\ (display: "Chocolate room navigation")

You $moveverb down the path marked "guzzler's grove". What you find there is something like a farm you might see in a children's cartoon, with a tiny little barn, a tiny little pen, and some adorably small patches of candy and chocolate crops. It's nowhere near big enough to sustain a plains family through the harsh midwestern winters, but it'll probably be enough to stuff your face today. (display: "guzzlernav")

(if: (passage:)'s name is not "chocolate riverbank")[>[[Chocolate riverbank->chocolate riverbank]]]\ (if: (passage:)'s name is not "edible eatery")[ >[[Edible eatery->edible eatery]]]\ (if: (passage:)'s name is not "Cocoa cave")[ >[[Cocoa cave]]]\ (if: (passage:)'s name is not "Guzzler's grove")[ >[[Guzzler's grove]]]\ (if: !$proteineaten and ((passage:)'s name is not "Protein patch"))[ >[[Protein patch]]] >[[Dock]]

(if: !$butterscotcheaten)[>[[Butterscotch butterflies]] ]\ (if: !$marshmalloweaten)[>[[Marshmallow mushrooms]] ]\ (if: !$sugareaten)[>[[Sugar sprouts]] ]\ (if: !$chocolateeaten)[>[[Chocolate chestnuts]] ]\ (if: !$vanillaeaten)[>[[Vanilla vines]] ]\ (if: !$carameleaten)[>[[Caramel carrots]] ]\ (if: !$trippingtaken)[>[[Tripping twigs]] ]\ >[[Pig pecans]] >Back to [[main crossroads]]

The butterflies here appear to be almost alive... if candy can really be alive, that is. Because they are most //definitely// candy, and they seem more than happy to fly right into your mouth if you'll let them.. In fact, from just the flavor of one of them brushing against your lips, you can tell right away that you probably won't be able to stop at one. >[[Eat butterscotch butterflies.]] >Back to [[Guzzler's grove]].

Fluffy white mushrooms... they're labeled marsh-shrooms, but that is too awful a portmanteau for anyone to repeat aloud. Looking closer, they look sweet and fluffy -- and maybe just a bit filling. Okay, maybe... a //lot// filling. >[[Eat marshmallow mushrooms]] >Back to [[Guzzler's grove]]

Huh, these sprouts are so tiny, but the sign says they're apparently meant to be eaten like this. You pick one up, and at first the dirt still attached to it puts you off... until you realize it's some kind of sticky chocolate creation, and not anything made of actual earth. Frankly, you want to cram them all into your mouth. >[[Eat sugar sprouts]] >Back to [[Guzzler's grove]]

There are a lot of tasty-looking chestnuts here. They're dark and brown, and to your surprise, even the shell appears to be made out of some kind of soft, sweet chocolate. Your stomach rumbles. >[[Eat chocolate chestnuts]] >Back to [[Guzzler's grove]]

You see a thick cluster of vines, dangling from a trellis. They're flecked white and black, and a heady vanilla odor wafts off of them. Despite their strange presentation, you can't deny that they look delicious. >[[Eat vanilla vines]] >Back to [[Guzzler's grove]]

You come across a large pile of what appear to be... carrots? But they're caramel. >[[Eat caramel carrots]] >Back to [[Guzzler's grove]]

Hey... these twigs look like they could trip someone. You could maybe eat them, but... they would probably be better for tripping. [[Take tripping twigs]] Back to [[Guzzler's grove]]

(if: !$signsmashed)[These have a pretty clearly marked "DO NOT EAT" sign. The faint bacon odor coming from the tree is tempting, but it is //very// clearly marked.]\ (else:)[It's not marked, but you know you aren't supposed to eat these pecans.] (if: $fatlevel <3 and !$signsmashed)[>[[Destroy all markings]] ]\ (if: $fatlevel <3)[>Back to [[Guzzler's grove]] ]\ (if: $fatlevel >=3)[Your piggish gut is crying out to eat what's on that tree. You feel yourself waddling over inexorably... >[[Eat the pecans]]]\ (elseif: !!$gotstoned)[Your foggy brain is telling you to eat whatever's on that tree. They look so tasty... >[[Eat the pecans]]]\ (set: $pecansseen to true)

You gorge on creamy sweet butterscotch candies that fly right up to you for a bit. There's quite a lot of them, and try as you might you can hardly keep yourself from eating every last one. It's not until you look around and see that there isn't a single one left before you realize what you've done. Oh well. You're feeling a bit stuffed. >$moveverb back the main area of [[Guzzler's grove]]{ (if: !$butterscotcheaten)[ (set: $fatlevel to $fatlevel + 0.5) (set: $butterscotcheaten to true) ]}

Though your first bite is small, your second is not. You dig right in, grabbing a handfull of the sticky-sweet fluff and cramming it in. It's wonderfully delicious, the creamiest and most delicate marshmallow you've ever put in your mouth. Though the fluffy stuff seems to almost expand in your stomach, you keep on gulping it down, packing in the airy mallow as best you can. At least, that is, until all of it's gone. You've eaten every last mushroom there, packed into your stomach. It creaks with fullness, but you have to admit, you'd probably still be stuffing your face with them if you could. ...Something tells you this might be especially high in caloric content. >$moveverb back to [[Guzzler's grove]]{ (if: !$marshmalloweaten)[ (set: $fatlevel to $fatlevel + 1) (set: $marshmalloweaten to true) ]}

You drop to all fours and begin grabbing at the sprouts, each of them crunchy and delicately sweet, mixing wonderfully with the crispy crunch of the chocolate "dirt" that surrounds them. You rut around like a pig in the mud, gulping down sugary sweet treats until your belly aches with fullness. As you sit back on your butt, catching your breath from the sudden-onset gluttony spell, you notice that you've actually eaten every last sprout that was there. And you're not gluttonous enough to eat just //dirt//, so... (if: $fatlevel > 2.5)[>Or, maybe you //are// that gluttonous. [[Eat the dirt]]. ]{ (if: !$sugareaten)[ (set: $fatlevel to $fatlevel + 0.5) (set: $sugareaten to true) ]} >$moveverb back to [[Guzzler's grove]]

You've made such a pig of yourself already, stuffing your face until you're well over twice as fat as you were just a few hours ago. Yet still, you're somehow starving, as if all the sweets you'd devoured weren't enough. But the answer's been there all along. You realized it after you rooted around in the sugar sprouts. The dirt! All of it, everything in this whole room, was a delicious chocolatey sugary mess. And with your single-minded piggish little brain, you're gonna eat every last bit of it. You drop to all fours, your belly squishing between your legs, and dunk your face right in. It's so sweet and delicious, you can't bring yourself to care as your belly expands and softens beneath you, robbing you of mobility. Rooting around in the dirt like a barnyard animal, you're soon hundreds and hundreds of pounds heavier than before. You lose track of time, just sucking down fattening chocolate dirt by the mouthful until you can barely move. Eventually, you hear strange movements in the brush around you. Then, you see them -- little... orange... men? "Oh dear..." Wonka is here now too, it seems. Before you know it, the whole tour group is here, staring at //you//. It brings you to your senses somewhat. You're massive, a total hill of flab. You're tilted forward just enough so that your greedy jowls can continue sucking up the calorie-dense mess that used to be the sugar-sprout patch, but everything other part of you is just a pile of soft, jiggling flab. "One... maybe two tons..." Wonka prods your belly flab experimentally, and you blush. "I really ought to have put a sign. The fat ones can never resist..." Out of the corner of your eye, you see Hiro quickly drop a handful of the dirt that you're pretty sure he was about to eat. "Oh well. Take them away, boys..." He gestures to the little orange men, which you can now see there are maybe ten or fifteen of. "Oh, these are my oompa loompas," says Wonka helpfully. "Normally, I'd have introduced them sooner, but..." He scratches his head. "I... honestly didn't expect trouble so //soon//..." The oompa loompas circle your helpless pile of a body and begin to sing. (align: "=><=")[//Pigging out on chocolate dirt// //Busting right out of your shirt// //What a nasty, greedy pig// //Now they've gotten much too big!//] With almost supernatural strength, they circle you and heft you onto a sort of palanquin. It's the only way you could possibly move now, you realize to your shame. (align: "=><=")[//Now we'll have to bid adieu// //Though this group is still brand new// //Someone had to go off first// //Now you know that you're the worst!//] With the humiliating lyrics ringing in your ears, you're carried off by the oompa loompas. Wonka waves after you, "Farewell! I hope you enjoyed the tour... and truth be told, we can always find some use for a glutton such you!" SELF-STUFFING END

You eat every last one of those tasty-looking chestnuts. You're absolutely stuffed. They might be kind of boring, but they seem like reliable sustenance. Maybe you'll take some with you. You know, in case you need a snack... after having stuffed yourself practically to bursting. You now have Chocolate chestnuts. >$moveverb back to [[Guzzler's grove]].{(if: !$chocolateeaten)[ (set: $fatlevel to $fatlevel + 0.5) (set: $chocolateeaten to true) (set: $inv to $inv + (a:"Chocolate chestnuts")) ]}

(if: !$firstvanillaeaten)[You bite into one of the vines. It's creamy and sweet, with crunchy bits of cookie mixed in. The vine shape proves easy to eat, too, letting you rip and tear down chunks of it as you gorge. You feel quite full.] (else:)[The higher vanilla vines still dangle.]{ (if: !$firstvanillaeaten)[ (set: $firstvanillaeaten to true) (set: $fatlevel to $fatlevel + 0.5) ]} (if: $fatlevel <2)[There are more vines you think you can reach. >[[Reach for more vines]].]\ (else:)[You're too fat to reach the upper vines. You'll have to satisfy your greedy belly some other way. ] >$moveverb back to [[Guzzler's grove]]

You're limber enough to reach for the upper vines and yank those down, too, even after stuffing your gut with all the lower ones. You probably won't stay that limber for long. After a good second helping of tasty vines, you head back to [[Guzzler's grove]]. (if: !$vanillaeaten)[ (set: $fatlevel to $fatlevel + 0.5) (set: $vanillaeaten to true) ]

You go at the pile of caramel carrots, appreciating their alliteration more than the strange choice of candy and presentation. Nevertheless, they are quite delicious, with a crispy creme-brulee style finish and a sweet, sticky interior. They're so delicious you find you've eaten every one before you know it. You feel absolutely stuffed. >$moveverb back to [[Guzzler's grove]]{ (if: !$carameleaten)[ (set: $fatlevel to $fatlevel + 0.5) (set: $carameleaten to true) ]}

These twigs might be good for tripping someone. You wouldn't do that though, right? You get the Tripping twig. >$moveverb back to [[Guzzler's grove]]{ (if: !$trippingtaken)[ (set: $trippingtaken to true) (set: $inv to $inv + (a:"Tripping twig")) ]}

You smash all the markings up really good. You are pretty sure there is no way that anyone would know this used to have warning signs. (set: $signsmashed to true) Back to [[Guzzler's grove]]

You're already huge, you figure. Nothing else here was bad. In fact, it was all amazingly delicious, as your jiggling bulk will attest. So what's the harm in ignoring a few "DO NOT TOUCH" signs? You reach up for a few of the low-hanging pods, which contain some pink-colored nuts. Bizarrely, they taste and smell exactly like bacon. They're delicious, though, which is what matters. You shrug and shove them in your mouth, chomping noisily. You can hardly keep yourself from reaching for another, gobbling down everything within reach. The pecan feast is so entrancing you don't notice the others gathering around you. (if:!$signsmashed)["Damn, fatso didn't even read the 'do not touch' sign..." says Tori, her disdainful voice making your wobbling cheeks burn. ]"Oh dear, it's always the fat ones..." Wonka says with a sigh, though he does not seem to notice how Hiro winces. Victoria points a finger at your head, though she isn't quite looking into your eyes. "What the devil is happening to their ears?" You tilt your head, confused. You grab at your ears, to see what she's talking about, but there you find something strange -- two triangular shapes, where previously there had been a normal rounded one. "They... look like a //pig//..." Hannah wrinkles her nose in disgust. Your eyes go wide with panic when your fingers discover what's on your nose, too. Now it's flat and rounded, nothing like a human's. "Just look at you, it's //awful//...!" Victoria does not mince words as she offers you her compact mirror. It's you, you can tell, but there are some... changes. You're easily triple the weight you were when you came in here, but that's the least of it. You look like a cross between a pig and a person, some kind of anthropomorphic mess. Unwittingly, you find yourself letting out a snorting oink. You look down, and notice that it's not just the transformation to a pig that's happening. You're starting to match a pig's physique, too. Your gut softens and sags in drooping rolls, while a curly tail wiggles atop your butter-bag buttocks. "Oh dear, they did eat quite a lot of them... I'll have them bring the forklift..." Wonka plays a tune on his flute. "Fear not, my little piglet, help is on the way!" he says, a dark smile on his face. [[Wait for help->pig fat end]] (if: $inv contains "A handful of warm chocolate")[[Drink the chocolate, too]]

What are rules worth, anyway? The chocolate looks delicious. You kneel down on all fours, close enough that you can feel the warmth of the river.(if: $fatlevel > 2.5)[Your dangling belly swings beneath you, slapping against your thighs and making you blush. You just can't help yourself.] You dip in a hand, and bring it to your lips -- it's hot, but not enough to cause discomfort, somehow. The second it touches your tongue, you slam back the rest of that mouthful and immediately go in for another. It's creamy and rich, but not lacking in bold flavor, far better than any other chocolate you've ever tasted. Everything that came before, even Wonka's own chocolate bars that gave you the ticket that you got you in here, are just microwaved TV dinners compared to this three-Michelin-star chocolate feast you have before you. You greedily guzzle down as much of the chocolate river as you can. The thought that Wonka and the others might soon happen upon you tugs at you -- not to stop, but to drink even //faster//. It's not even twenty seconds before hands aren't enough. You plunge your face forward into the drink, sucking it down directly with your mouth. Your eyes are practically rolling back in utter bliss. Your stomach is feeling a bit full, but it's really nothing that concerns you for now. You feel like you could just keep drinking this chocolate forever, clearing out the whole river... "What are you doing?!" Suddenly you feel a pair of hands at your shoulders, tugging your face away from the chocolate. You try to fight back, desperately wanting to stay with your newfound treat, but somehow you're not quite as physically capable as you thought you were. You flop backwards onto the bank, liquid chocolate stains all down your front. "I explicitly said my chocolate river must not be touched by human hands! Much less face and mouth...!" Wonka looks furious, though you're still reeling to process what's going on. All that's on your mind is still just getting more of that chocolate. "Now look at this mess... I'll have to call the oompa loompas just to move them..." 'Oompa loompas'? 'Move them'? What is any of this? You wonder for a moment... Before you see your own gurgling middle. It's so big, you almost didn't recognize it.(if:$fatlevel>2.5)[ Even with the flabby gut you've picked up since coming here, this one is on another level.] A massive sloshing orb of something warm and thick, and yet it's //you//. Your own belly has been stretched full of what you can deduce is almost certainly all that liquid chocolate you were just guzzling down. And curiously, it seems to be growing larger... Wonka plays a tune on his flute. [[Whimper helplessly->chocolate balloon end]]

You surreptitiously scoop up a handful of the warm chocolate. (set: $inv to $inv + (a: "A handful of warm chocolate")) (set: $handfultaken to true) Back to [[main crossroads]]

Whatever you've been stuffing your face with in Wonka's factory, it's started to take a toll on your figure. The food here seems to digest almost impossibly fast, and your stuffed tummy soon processes everything into a layer of soft, yielding flab. You are now CHUBBY. (set: $chubbyseen to true) (link-goto: "Return", (history:)'s last)

Even after seeing what the chocolates did to you, you couldn't help yourself from continuing to pig out in the factory. Your clothes are getting tight on you now, and you're unmistakably chunkier than you were. Your belly is round and wobbles with each step, and you find your thighs rubbing up against each other, a new sensation. You are now PLUMP. (set: $plumpseen to true) (link-goto: "Return", (history:)'s last)

Still stuffing that greedy face of yours? You're starting to look like a peep in the microwave with how you're spilling out of your clothes. Unable to keep yourself from continuing to glut yourself in the wondrous candy factory, you continue to gain weight. It's getting easier and easier, and you find that even things you might once have easily resisted the temptation of are now utterly impossible to turn away from. You're more than just plump now. You are FAT. (set: $fatseen to true) (link-goto: "Return", (history:)'s last)

Eating more really doesn't seem like a good idea, but that didn't stop you before. Your clothes are on the verge of just shredding around your ever-expanding bulk, and every part of you is soft and jiggly. You can't even let your arms dangle down straight, as they are forced up by your wide, swaying hips. It'll be hard to fit into some spaces with how big you've gotten. You are now OBESE. (set: $obeseseen to true) (link-goto: "Return", (history:)'s last)

It's starting to get worrying. Anyone who sees just how fat you've gotten is shocked by just how fast it happened. Before this tour you were practically underweight, and now it looks like if you sat down you might just not be able to stand up again. Your belly's most of the way to your knees and your third chin is thinking about having a fourth. Even a little more, and you're not sure you'll ever be able to leave this factory. You are now BARELY MOBILE. (set: $barelymobile to true) (link-goto: "Return", (history:)'s last)

Well, you couldn't help yourself. You're now utterly and truly immobile, just from your own sheer gluttony. If you'd just resisted a bit of the temptation, you might have been able to waddle out of here under your own power... Wonka is there already, sighing. "And in such a short amount of time..." He shakes his head and plays a quick tune on his flute.(if:!$hirogone)[ Hiro in particular seems stunned by your size. You're maybe twice as big as him, and he's not small.](if: !$loompasseen)[ A strange, small, orange man appears beside Wonka. "Ah. This here is one of my workers, an oompa-loompa. They'll be helping you now that you're... ah..." He looks at you uncomfortably, trying to find the words. Eventually, he finds them. "Too fat to move anymore."](else:)[ An oompa-loompa appears beside Wonka. "Worry not. The oompa-loompas will be helping you now that you're... ah..." He looks at you uncomfortably, trying to find the words. Eventually, he finds them. "Too fat to move anymore."] They circle around you, a half dozen of them or so. You can't do much. Even moving your arms is a challenge with how much weight you've put on. And to make things worse, they're starting to sing. (align: "=><=")[//Temptations in the factory// //It's just unsatisfactory// //To eat until you're far too fat// //To move away from where you're at//] They prod your bulk, teasing your triplet of chins and leg-swallowing belly apron. You whimper nervously as you're toyed with.(if: !$calebgone)[ "Damn... even I've never gotten couch lock that bad..." Caleb chuckles to himself.] (align: "=><=")[//You've eaten far too much to leave// //There's so much more you could achieve// //Let's make use of that appetite// //Taste-tester seems to suit you right!//] "Hmm... yes, I suppose that's what we'll have to do with them..." Wonka shifts his weight from one foot to the other. "Very well. Take them away, get them hooked up to something. They do look hungry..." Taste tester? Take you away? Wasn't this supposed to be just a tour? The memory of the contract is foggy as your gut rumbles for food. The loompas are lifting you now, carrying you away from the group as they finish up their song. (align: "=><=")[//You needn't worry about a thing// //We know just how to make you sing// //We think you might enjoy your fate// //Though we doubt you'll lose the weight~//] The loompas start feeding you now, bringing you fluffy cakes and candies of all kinds. They're measuring you, taking all sorts of stats for your new life as overfed taste-tester. Your mind starts to drift into gluttonous bliss... IMMOBILITY END

You suggest to Caleb that the two of you might go have a look at the chocolate river. "Uh... sure, hehe..." He seems easily suggestible, though getting him up from his seat requires some cajoling. The big lunk walks slowly, but you have time. Wonka's still hanging out by the steps, humming some tune. You ask Caleb if he's a fan of chocolate. "Weeell... Sooometimes, hehe... Like, when I do //certain things//... if you know what I //mean//..." He chuckles awkwardly, staring at you with a blank expression. His eyes, despite their bloodshot blazed look, still have a docile, animal-like feel to them. After a few more moments of silence he blurts out, "I mean like, when I'm high?" You tell him you understood perfectly well what he meant. You're at the riverbank. [[Tell Caleb nevermind]] [[Use the tripping twigs]]

You figure, what's the harm? It's legal most places these days anyway. There's some kind of plant with malted milk balls that have every one of them labeled with "THC-W" in what appears to be an organically-made print. You don't bother thinking about it much, though. Once you pop in the first one, you find yourself relaxing rather quickly. You don't even have time to think that they ain't shit, because the munchies are already hitting you even as you continue to stuff your face. "Are you feeling it, Mr. Krabbs... hehe..." Caleb chuckles, but you're not thinking of him. You're so in love with the edibles that you can't help but continue to pig out. >[[Keep eating edibles]]{ (if: !$firstedibleseaten)[ (set: $fatlevel to $fatlevel + 0.5) (set: $firstedibleseaten to true) ]}

Your belly groans with fullness, but you can't bring yourself to care as you graze like a barn animal. You're shoveling in every form of Wonka-brand weed you can, your mind going blank with gluttony... Until suddenly, everything feels mostly clear again. There's still a mild brain fog, but... With some of your clarity restored, you see a sign. "Wonka's marvelous TCH-W! Quick-onset and quick-clearing! Excellent appetite stimulant!" You're unsure why Wonka needs to advertise his creations like this, but you decide not to question it. "Shit, did you eat 'em all? Hehe..." Caleb pats his belly and sighs. "Well, I'm probably still gonna chill here for a bit. I figure we'll be leaving here soon enough, anyway." He looks toward the chocolate river with an introspective gaze. "Man, sure is a big river... feels like if you tripped in you might not even be able to swim out, hehe... But Wonka said we shouldn't, so I'm not about to go swimming." You're stuffed as could be, and you decide to move on, despite feeling a little foggy still. >(link: "Continue")[(set:$gotstoned to true)(goto:"stoned")]{ (if: !$edibleseaten)[ (set: $fatlevel to $fatlevel + 0.5) (set: $edibleseaten to true) ]}

(if: $fatlevel <0.5)[You're still quite SKINNY. Not a fan of chocolate?]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 1)[You're SKINNY, but looking a bit full. At least you found something to eat.]\ (else-if: $fatlevel <1.5)[You're CHUBBY now. Your tummy wobbles when you walk and your thighs brush up against each other. Better watch those calories.]\ (else-if: $fatlevel <2)[You're CHUBBY, but looking a bit fleshier still. Keep on eating and you'll be PLUMP in no time.]\ (else-if: $fatlevel <2.5)[You're PLUMP. Your face is starting to show your weight, and a double chin sticks out when you look down. You find yourself moving in a slight waddle if you don't pay attention, and overall you constantly find yourself noticing just how much //more// of you there is.]\ (else-if: $fatlevel <3)[You're PLUMP, and only continuing to fatten. Your second chin is basically constant now. Any more and you'll be a bona-fide FATso.]\ (else-if: $fatlevel <3.5)[Congratulations, you're now FAT. Your tummy is a jiggly bowl of jelly, and it's started to develop a mind of its own. You can't resist certain treats, and overall you're thinking about food constantly. What a greedy tour guest.]\ (else-if: $fatlevel <4)[You've continued to eat, despite already being FAT, and it's showing. You're huffing and puffing as you waddle about, your clothes creaking at their limits. Any more and you'll be OBESE.]\ (else-if: $fatlevel <4.5)[OBESE already? You were SKINNY just this morning. Oh well, being an absolute pig inside a magical chocolate factory will do that. Your thighs push up against each other all the way down to your knees, and your gut spills down over your waistband. Your stomach growls -- you're not stopping here, right?]\ (else-if: $fatlevel <5)[OBESE and only getting fatter. Is that a third chin already? Even though you've been stuffed more times than you can count since coming to this factory, you're sure your gluttonous feast won't end here. Still, if you do that, you'll probably be BARELY MOBILE...]\ (else-if: $fatlevel <5.5)[You're BARELY MOBILE. Even the fatter tour guests never got this big. Just waddling around works up a sweat with how enormous you are, and you're constantly wheezing even as you speak. Maybe a chocolate factory tour wasn't the best idea for someone with your gluttonous tendencies. ]\ (else-if: $fatlevel <6)[You're BARELY MOBILE, with an emphasis on the 'barely'. Wonka's keeping an eye on you whenever he sees you, fingering the flute he keeps in his pocket with a look of expectation. You wonder why...] (link-goto: "Return", (history:)'s last)

You suggest to Hiro that maybe someone with an appetite like his might want to check out the chocolate river. "Uh-uh... //mnff...// no way!" His piggish cheeks stuffed with chocolate, Hiro shakes his head. "Wonka shaid... //nglp...// no touching, so..." He might be greedy, but he's at least obedient, it seems. >Back to [[main crossroads]]

You tell Hiro about some really tasty-sounding pecans over in the Guzzler's grove. "Huh? Really?" He sounds interested. "I mean... I'm really more of a chocolate person..." He chuckles and rubs his belly, which you swear is already bigger than it was when you came here.(if:$fatlevel>2.5)[ Not that you can really talk, though.] "But... okay," he says with a shrug. You $moveverb out of the cave and Hiro waddles behind you, all the way to the Pig Pecans in Guzzler's grove.(if:!$signsmashed)[ "Wait..." Hiro looks at the signs, which are all intact and quite readable. "These say 'do not eat...'" He looks monstrously uncomfortable. You try to explain that no, they're really good, and you ought to just... But it's no use. Hiro is heading back to the cocoa caves without you.(set:$hirowary to true) Back to [[main crossroads]]](else:)[ "Well... These look tasty..." he says, completely unaware that all the 'do not eat' signs have been thoroughly smashed. He reaches up, and grabs one. [[Watch->hiro pig fat]]]

You know Hiro won't follow you if you just tell him to come to the chocolate river to try it. He's too conscientous for that. So instead, you tell him about a chocolate thing //near// the chocolate river, that he just //has// to try. "Really?" He looks up, chocolate smeared from his face. His belly is noticeably bigger than it was earlier(if:$fatlevel>2.5)[, though you're hardly one to talk]. You tell him yes, and he's all too happy to waddle behind you as you lead him to the riverbank. You tell him to get just a little closer to the side, no, just a little further... You feel just a little bad as you use the tripping twigs. You're careful enough to where he probably couldn't even tell you did it to him. **//Splrsh//**, he hits the water with a mightly splash. You can see that even as he thrashes about in the river, he's trying desperately not to swallow any... but that doesn't last long. It's no more than a few seconds before Hiro takes one swallow... then another, then another. Soon, he's gone from ardent rule-follower to passionate glutton, sucking down all the chocolate he can, hardly even attempting to move towards shore. "Good gracious, what has happened here?!" Suddenly, Wonka appears from behind you. "I told you specifically that my chocolate must never be touched by human hands!" You explain that Hiro was near the river, and tripped. "Well he certainly does not seem to be drinking on accident, now!" Wonka furiously gestures at Hiro, who is gulping down as much chocolate as he can. It's hard to tell, but you swear Hiro is blushing. "Figures it'd be the fatso..." Hannah's bob bounces back perfectly into place after she tosses it. "I doubt we'll even be able to fish him out, at this rate..." Wonka pinches the bridge of his nose. He takes a flute out from his pocket and plays a tune. "//Mngf... Schochoclate...//" Hiro is moaning and gulping as he bobs up and down. You swear he looks... fatter...? Victoria has no problem saying it aloud. "My god, the pig's getting even bigger!" "No... no, don't even bother with the pipe..." Wonka speaks to a little orange man who has appeared seemingly out of nowhere. "Just... keep him from drinking the entire river." "What the heck're those?" says Tori, eyeing the tiny man. "Oh, that's right, I hadn't had the pleasure of introducing my workers!" Wonka smiled and straightened himself on his cane. "These are my oompa-loompas, who run the whole of my factory! They'll be helping our gluttonous friend today." "Helping him like... how...?" Caleb tilts his head. There is not an ounce of snark in his tone. "Oh, well, I suppose... If we could stabilize him, we could keep him as a chocolate storage tank...?" Wonka seems to genuinely be debating the question. Pushing the humanitarian concerns of such a proposal, Hannah's voice interrupts the conversation. "Wait, what are they doing to him?" She sticks a finger to where Hiro is bobbing among the waves. The young asian guy is a comically bloated parody of his former self, his cheeks full and round, with his body bulging out beneath him. Still, it's hard to get a full picture, and mostly you can simply tell that he is big, and getting bigger. Around him, rowing up in small boats, the 'oompa-loompa's are approaching him and... beginning to //sing?// (align: "=><=")[//A fatso with a chocolate need// //A desperate craving to feed// //Undone by your favorite treat// //Now all you are, is something sweet//] They encircle him, pulling him along with ropes, like small tugboats leading a massive tanker. Hiro almost doesn't seem to notice, his greedy maw just slurping up any chocolate that dares approach him. You can see that his once-sagging rolls have tightened greatly, and Hiro's form is almost spherical in shape. (align: "=><=")[//Let's drag the blimp up on the shore// //To where he'll rest forevermore// //We have no reason to deceive// //He's much too big to ever leave//] They manage to bring him close to the bank, and everyone backs up as Hiro begins to surface. He's enormous, you see now, easily fifteen feet across, and maybe ten feet high. He looks like a flabby water balloon, neither purely sloshy nor quite fully human-looking. His mouth is smiling with glee, though, as he licks chocolate from his lips. (align: "=><=")[//We'll come and feed you now and then// //You'll never want for sweets again// //A perfect end for one like you// //Gluttons like this are far and few//] Even Hiro's skin seems to fill with the chocolate as it darkens in color. He's reduced to incoherent moaning, though you can make out "more" somewhere in there. He's still swelling there on the shore, bigger and bigger. "Is he... gonna... pop...?" Hannah blows a bubble which snaps back on her face after asking the question. "Oh, hmm... when they're that fat, it's a little harder to burst them..." Wonka's odd phrasing would ordinarily give everyone a little more pause, but they seemed focused on Hiro. "In any case, we really should be moving along!" Wonka pops up and smacks his cane to get everyone's attention. He gestures towards the boat, and strides toward it purposefully. For a moment, everyone is just stunned that any of this has happened. But what else is there to do? The tour must go on.(set:$hirogone to true)(set:$loompasseen to true) [[Follow him->To the inventing room]]

You head down to the dock, where you find Wonka waiting. "Hm? Ready to move along already?" He tilts his head. "I'm quite fine with that, although I can't help but feel like we're missing something..." Back to [[main crossroads]] [[To the inventing room]]

|macro>[(display: "tourcount")]\ |macro>[(display: "waddlecalc")] The chocolate room was absolutely fascinating, but it's time to move on for your group.(if: $totalcount is $tourcount)[ Wonka snaps his fingers. "Oh, of course! That's what was missing. I hadn't had an opportunity to introduce you to my workers!" He seems incredibly excited as the other tour members gather around. "What in bloody hell are those... //imps?!//" shrieks Victoria, her lip curling in a sneer. Hannah's bubble snaps across her cheeks, where she yanks it back into her mouth. "Some kinda... orange men...?" You follow their eyes. Across the way, moving sugar and flour spouts this way and that to add to the chocolate river, there were a number of short little humanoid figures. Their skin //did// seem abnormally orange, and they //were// tiny... even if they didn't quite seem like //imps//. "Oompa loompas!" says Wonka proudly, clacking his cane against the wood of the dock. "They perform all the work in my factory. They do so love their work..." He sighs with a wistful look. "With any luck, we might have an opportunity to really see them in action. But for now, let's press on, shall we?" With no time to consider what it might mean for an indentured factory worker to be "in action", you're ushered down the dock towards the boat. (set: $loompasseen to true)] The $tourcount of you head onto the boat, with you $moveverbing behind them. (if: $fatlevel > 3.5)[Everyone's mostly polite and doesn't say anything about just how fat you've gotten. Still, you can't help but feel their stares as your bulk makes the hull of the vessel dip notably in the chocolate waters.] Soon enough you're off, with Wonka standing at the helm. The rear of the boat is staffed by some of those little orange workers -- they really do seem to do just about everything here. "Around the world and back again...!" Wonka half-sings, though his eyes seem oddly distant. "Where are we headed to next...?" someone asks, but before the question can be answered, the oompa loompas are picking up the pace, churning and churning faster and faster. You and your fellow tour guests are plunged into a nearby tunnel. [[Into the tunnel]]

Suddenly, you remember the handful of chocolate you nabbed, earlier. It's gotten sticky and messy in your inventory, but that doesn't mean it won't still be tasty. You don't know what Wonka's planned for 'help', but that chocolate is calling out to you. "What the... no!" Wonka shouts as he realizes what you're doing, but it's too late. You slurp up the chocolate in one big mouthful, grunting piggishly as you do so. "Ohmigod, did they seriously just pull a handful of chocolate out and eat it?" Hannah giggles. "I //totally// wish I could show this to my fans...!" Immediately, a warmth fills your sagging gut, adding to the dull ache of all the pecans you gorged upon. You let out a belch, feeling fuller than ever before. And... fuller, and fuller...? You oink with confusion, as your belly expands even faster. Wonka sighs and pinches his temples. "If you'd just eaten the pecans, you might at least have left this room..." he says, shaking his head. "That chocolate's going to keep expanding for at least a week, inside you." ...Leave the room? A whole //week?// It was just a handful... is what you tell yourself as the warm feeling continues to expand inside you more and more. You take a few waddling steps toward Wonka, feeling worried now. Your legs are feeling stumpy and near-useless, and it is a challenge to heave your unwieldy bulk even a few paces. Victoria pokes your belly without waiting for your permission. You can do little to stop her. "They're... Not just fat...?" Your flesh yields around her ivory finger, but it's not as wobbly or soft as fat anymore. It's as if it's tightening up. "Finally, you're here!" you hear Wonka say, to a strange small orange man beside him. "Forget the forklift. I want you to keep our naughty little guest stabilized... //if// they stabilize... then get them however you can to the sampling room. Yes, I'm aware we'll likely have to reconfigure the whole hallway..." He glares at you with exasperation. You don't even have time to ask who these strange little man is before ten more of them have circled your bulk. You totter in a circle, reaching the limits of your mobility. You're something in between fat and inflated, like a balloon filled with crisco, with pig features to exaggerate your embarrassment. And worst of all, they're //singing//. (align: "=><=")[//Look at you, a greedy pig// //Eating until you're far too big// //Amazing that you got so fat// //A real impressive spoiled brat//] Your knees buckle beneath you as immobility overtakes you. You're feeling warm and tight and heavy... despite yourself, your thoughts drift back to that delicious liquid chocolate. As if on cue, you are suddenly fed a sweet mouthful of the stuff. You see them in front of you, now, a whole team of those little men bringing you chocolate. (align: "=><=")[//This pig looks like they still want more// //The chocolate they so adore// //This greedy blimp, they really blew it// //A wobbling pile of suet//] Your bulk expands out over the ground, bumping up against the pecan tree. It's hard to even stay aware of what's going on, as the fresh chocolate is adding to what's already in you, and you're expanding even faster. "Why the hell're you giving them //more//...?" asks Tori. Wonka twists his cane as he thinks for a moment. "Complex business, maintaining the chocolate... You see, sometimes just a bit can be unstable, and adding more can actually smooth things out." He jabs your gut, which is now far beyond your ability to reach. Your whole body is a tight mess of loose rolls, always growing and shifting past itself as your pig snouth slurps down mouthful after mouthful of chocolate. "We ought to be going soon, though..." (align: "=><=")[//Forevermore a growing blob// //You'll really have no other job// //So sit back and enjoy the show// //You've got a lot of room to grow//] The group turns to leave, though a few of them cast sidelong glances at you, the swelling chocolate pig-blimp. "What're they gonna do to them, exactly...?" "I hear chocolate-covered bacon is making a comeback!" says Wonka cryptically, as they walk away. You hardly notice, however, because a few of the little men wheel up a tube that appears to be dripping chocolate... CHOCOLATE PIG TF END

You're still pretty baked, even if your mind is relatively clear. //Grlrlglr...// Your stomach rumbles expectantly. Wait, weren't you just stuffed? The munchies haven't quite left you as you find your way to the [[Guzzler's grove]].

{(set: $tourcount to 0) (set: $totalcount to 5) (if:!$hannahgone)[(set: $tourcount to $tourcount+1)] (if:!$hirogone)[(set: $tourcount to $tourcount+1)] (if:!$victoriagone)[(set: $tourcount to $tourcount+1)] (if:!$calebgone)[(set: $tourcount to $tourcount+1)] (if:!$torigone)[(set: $tourcount to $tourcount+1)]}

{(if: $fatlevel > 2.5)[(set: $moveverb to "waddle")] (else:)[(set: $moveverb to "walk")] (if: $fatlevel > 2.5)[(set: $moveverbing to "waddling")] (else:)[(set: $moveverbing to "walking")]}

(set: $torigreeted to true)\ Tori is tall, pushing six feet, with her hair in a tight ponytail. Tanned skin peeks out from her tracksuit, and every bit of her demeanor screams "fit". "Hey, name's Tori," she says, offering a //handshake// of all things. She has a presence and force that's more than just her lightly muscled frame. "I'm a fitness instructor. I know it seems weird, haha!" She laughs boisterously. You ask her how she even won the ticket. "Oh, well, uh..." She blushes a bit. "I allow myself one cheat day a year, and, well... I always did like candy bars, if I'm being honest!" A fitness nut with a weakness for candy, huh? You finish up your end of the introductions. Tori grins. "Hopefully there's not too many free samples on this tour, hah!" You laugh politely, and decide to make nice elsewhere. (display: "Greeting Navigation")

...From out of which you emerge a minute or three later, without much to mention. Though it was hard to make much conversation in the echoing dullness, it was a mostly uneventful boat ride. "And here we are!" says Wonka proudly, nimbly alighting from the watercraft. The door which is just beside the dock reads INVENTING ROOM in ominous lettering. The $tourcount of you line up, waiting to get inside. "Now, this is one of the most danger...//Ahem//..." He clears his throat. "One of the most secret rooms in my entire factory. It's a world where everything can happen; where the magic's really made!" (if: !$victoriagone)[ "I-is that true...?" Even the proud Victoria seems entranced.] You ask Wonka what you should expect to see. "Oh, hm... I suppose just take a look around, to start! A great many options here, indeed..." He's rocking back and forth on his heels excitedly as he throws open the doors. [[Into the inventing room]]

You are greeted with a tangled jungle of metal, concrete, and glass. Though not nearly so manicured or presentable as the wondrous chocolate room, this has its own raw sort of beauty. All over there are liquids bubbling, steam rising, with smells of every sort intermingling. "This is ordinarily not something I'd show to the public... Really, this room is why I simply cannot allow recording devices in." Wonka puffs out his chest as he surveys the room. "This... is my inventing room!" He seems even more proud than he did of the one that featured actual semi-sentient chocolate beings.(if: !$hannahgone)[ Hannah scoffs. "Yeah, cause I //totally// care about all these dumb beakers and stuff..." The social media star keeps looking at her hand expectantly, as if she expects her smartphone to materialize and relieve her from the boredom of reality. Her incessant chewing of her gum seems even more irritated than usual.] "In any case," Wonka says, sitting down upon a small stool, "Have a look around, but please, don't touch anything here. This isn't a place to be taking samples." You've got some choices to make. (set: $currentarea to 3)\ (display:"invnav")

You decide not to go through with it. Sure, you're curious what might happen if someone drunk from it... but it could be something dangerous, right? And Caleb seems like a nice guy. Baked as fuck, but nice. You tell him that you thought you saw a cool rabbit around here earlier. It might have been an edible, you make sure to add. "//Really//...!" His smile broadens. "Daaang... wish I coulda caught it..." He turns away. "Well, uh... I'm gonna go back to that edible patch, I think I might be able to find some more... Tell me if you see that rabbit, though!" You tell him you will, and he seems to take your words very seriously. It only makes you feel a little guilty. (display: "Chocolate room navigation")

Caleb's a good a guinea pig as any. Besides, even if the chocolate tastes like crap or something, it's not like he'll notice anyway. He's in a perpetual state of the munchies, a total glutton. "Huh, so this is the chocolate river..." Caleb stands near the bank, in perfect position to make your move. "...Wait, what did you want to show me here?" You're quick with the twig, and sly so that he doesn't even realize he's been tripped. "W-whoa...!" he shouts, tumbling forward with a loud splash. It's deeper than you realized, a steep drop as it goes away from the bank. "H-hey...! Help me out...!" he shouts with just his head peeking out of the waves, having some struggle staying afloat. His whole body is coated in the warm liquid chocolate, though it doesn't seem to cause him any bodily discomfort. You tell him not to worry, that you'll get him out as soon as you can. You reach for a nearby candy cane and extend it to him. "T-thanks...!" he says, reaching for it. He gets one hand on it, then the other, and you start to pull him in. "T-this chocolate, though... it's..." Caleb licks his lips, which are covered in the stuff. His bloodshot eyes widen. "R-//really// good...!" Suddenly he switches to a one-handed grip, dipping his other hand into the chocolate river that's all around him. "I... I gotta... //Nglp... nglp...//" Caleb is grabbing mouthful after mouthful, as fast as he can. It slows you down a bit, as you have to tug a bit more gently, but soon enough he's almost close enough for you to get a proper grip on his hand. You hear another voice first, however. "No! No no no! My chocolate must never be touched by human hands...!" Wonka charges down the bank like a bull, any hint of frailty vanished, with the other tour guests following behind curiously. He's red in the face, angry like you haven't seen him before. You explained that Caleb tripped and fell, and you were trying to get him out. It seems to calm Wonka down, if only a bit. "Oh, well... Oh dear, this is still a very great problem..." Wonka puts a hand to his forehead. You ask why. "The chocolate in the river is unprocessed, unlike the samples, which I freely offered, and which did //not// carry a great deal of bodily risk to the imbiber..." Wonka glares at Caleb in the river, who's still gulping handfuls. It's as if he doesn't hear. "In any case, I suspect our friend here is in for some trouble... Perhaps best to fish him from the river for now." [[Fish Caleb from the river]]

With a bit of effort, you manage to heave Caleb back up on the bank, where he flops on his back. Still, you notice something rather alarming. Where once there was a small potbelly, there's now a rather large paunch on the stoner's front. "S-so... f-full..." he mumbles, chocolate burbling from his lips. "Hm... oh dear... He ate quite a lot..." Wonka pokes Caleb's chocolate-stuffed middle with the tip of the cane. "I really ought to call them sooner than later." He takes a flute out from his pocket and plays a quick tune. You're about to ask Wonka what the matter is, but then you notice it. Not only has Caleb's gut been stuffed to the brim with the chocolate soup, it's actually still growing bigger. The stuff is expanding inside him. "Whoa... I bet this shit'd go viral..." Hannah reaches out a buckled shoe to poke Caleb's gut. The stimulation brings Caleb back around somewhat. "Ch-chocolate... w-want more... c-chocolate...!" He turns and tries to get to hands and knees, his belly bulging out beneath him like a yoga ball of warm syrup. It's clearly far too much for him to move with. Victoria wrinkles her lips in shock. "He's practically a sphere..." "Oh, just you wait..." says Wonka, bending down to speak with a tiny orange man that has just appeared. "Send him up the pipe as quickly as possible. Don't dally about, hear?" "Up the pipe...?" Hiro, who had been gazing oddly longingly at the chocolate river, asked Wonka. "Just you watch, my friends. My workers, the oompa-loompas, are the finest in the world!" Wonka straightened himself and clacked his cane against the dirt. Caleb was still growing larger, his arms and legs being swallowed up by the sphere of his own body. "I-I like... //need// that chocolate, bro..." His eyes are still red, however, as he drags the taut, bulging curve of his body towards the bank. Then, as if out of nowhere, those strange workers that Wonka called 'oompa-loompas' are surrounding Caleb. To your utter shock, they appear to be preparing to //sing?// Noting everyone's shock as the beat comes in, Wonka says, "Oh, you must understand, they do so love song. Don't worry, everything will be quite alright, we caught this one early!" It doesn't seem like an appropriate reaction to a major workplace disaster, but nevertheless, you watch entranced. (align: "=><=")[//A stoner with eternal munchies// //Just stay away from the river, please?// //Now that you're all gorged and full// //Fixing this is a real handful//] Caleb seems only half-aware of what's going on as the loompas circle him and push him towards the river. He's so full and sloshy with the chocolate that he rolls, like a water balloon. "Are they seriously putting him //back// in the river? He's a //balloon//, for god's sake!" says Tori, sounding worried, and just a little repulsed by Caleb's stonerly slovenliness. "Yes, yes, don't worry..." says Wonka, waving her concerns aside. Caleb splashes into the river, and from above, the pipe begins to lower towards him. (align: "=><=")[//We'll send the bonbon up the pipe// //We really think the time is ripe// //The THC in him we'll take// //Delicious edibles, we'll bake//] Something about the childish rhymes, horrific disregard for human safety, and casual reference to weed usage makes you feel uncomfortable, but you push through it. Now that Caleb is in the river again, he's growing faster than ever. He's already a more or less complete sphere, and the chocolate seems to even be entering his skin, he's so full. "Look at all that chocolate..." mutters Hiro. He blushes and looks away when he realizes you heard what he said. The pipe is big enough, however. It sucks Caleb right up, and he zooms up the diameter, propelled by a column of hot chocolate. The last you see of him is his dazed expression as he sucks down the syrupy stuff in front of him. "Well then, shall we move along?" Wonka gestures over towards a boat. "Wait, wtf?!" Hannah stomps her foot, her button nose wrinkled in frustration. "Are they seriously gonna make him into chocolate? What the heck was with that song?!" Wonka seems genuinely confused. "Hm? Like I said, they enjoy their mischief, but..." Victoria chimes in. "But isn't it rather odd to //sing// about something like that...?" "Friends, friends..." Wonka shakes his head and chuckles. "Accidents happen, occasionally, but these are all well and duly covered in the contract. You did read the contract, yes?" He smiles, looking at each of you in turn. No one can bear to meet his gaze. He seems satisfied. "Well then, let's move along, shall we?"(set:$calebgone to true)(set:$loompasseen to true) [[Follow him->To the inventing room]]

You pick one of the many paths and $moveverb down it. After a minute or so you come to something apparently called the 'Protein Patch'. There whole area is lush with protein of any and every kind. Impossibly, though, it seems to grow from plants, with whole hunks of meat dangling from trees and bushes. Some of it appears to even already be pre-cooked... that... doesn't seem possible... Tori is already here, next to a sign that reads 'powder pods'. She seems to be making some sort of smoothie from the powder that comes from these plants. "Oh, hey," she says, waving to you. (if: $fatlevel>1.5)[Her eyes immediately fall to the wobbling pooch you've picked up, and her nose wrinkles with disapproval.] "Need something?" she asks. (if: !$proteineaten)[>[[Take a scoop of protein powder]] ] (display: "Chocolate room navigation")

You ask Tori if she wouldn't mind you trying out that protein powder plant she's making a smoothie from. (if: $fatlevel <2)[She tilts her head to the side in thought. "I mean... you seem like you're pretty in shape. You should go try something else, cause I'm still busy experimenting with these." She waves you off. You might wanna go try something else... or you could get a bit mischeivous, if you're feeling up to it. >Back to [[main crossroads]] (link:">See if you can help Tori with her experiments")[ "No, really... I'm good." Tori looks at you skeptically -- she wants you gone. (link:">Insist on helping (move closer)")[ "Hey, back off, now, or..." She takes a step back, and her shoulders tense. (link:">See what this protein powder does")[ You've still got the element of surprise. You jump at her as hard as you can, not sure what your plan is, but knowing that you wanna make her eat some of this powder. "Hff... Hng...!" She's holding a funnel -- maybe she had her own plans? It assuages your guilt as you force it into her lips. There's a convenient bowl of pre-mixed shake nearby, which you grab. Tori probably wants some, right? You pour the dense shake into the funnel, where Tori has no choice but to gulp it down. You can feel her toned six-pack softening and swelling with the stuff, which you have no doubt is really rather fattening. Tori squirms and tries to force you off, but she's too surprised, and soon too distracted by her belly. She can barely speak, let alone force you off.{(if: !$proteineaten)[(set: $proteineaten to true)]} Finally, the shake is through, and you roll off of her tiny frame. Or... //once//-tiny frame. "Look what you did to me, you fucking... you fucking asshole...!" There are tears in Tori's eyes as she points at her small, wobbling potbelly. That's... really all that's happened to her, but in her mind, she seems to see herself as really no different from a total fatass. She runs off sobbing, and you feel just a little bad... but it couldn't have happened to a nicer person. (set: $toristuffed to true)]]]](else-if: $fatlevel <3)[She eyes your fleshy thighs and budding double chin with barely-concealed derision. "You sure you really ought to be eating still, fatty?" she asks, her bubbly politeness all but gone. The athletic brunette jabs a finger into your middle, where it sinks in. You're much too slow to stop her, though. "You weren't even half this weight just an hour ago!" she says with a sneer. All you can do is blush and stammer an apology. Maybe she's right... you are getting pretty fat. Maybe best to leave and... get some exercise, or something. In any case, you don't really feel comfortable around Tori. >Back to [[main crossroads]]](else-if: $fatlevel <5)[For a moment, she looks confused. "Wait... you're... one of the tour guests. God, look at you..." She walks over to you, tilting her head back and staring at you down her nose condescendingly. "I can barely recognize you under all this lard. You're just a... massive waddling blimp..." She reaches down and hefts your apron of a gut with her muscled arms. "I think your belly alone weighs more than you used to. You're really just the greediest person in here, aren't you?" You blush, and look away. You start to mumble something about how you really just wanted to try the protein powder. "Shut up, blubber-gut," she hisses. Tori lets your belly blubber slap back against your butter-thighs. Before you have a chance to leave or ask any questions, she's got some kind of... is that a //funnel?// Next thing you know, a rich slurry of protein powder and whatever else Tori managed to rustle up in the area is being forced down your throat. You're too soft and stuffed from your gluttonous behavior to fight against the muscular woman. It pours down your throat, a calorie-dense mess that you're powerless to stop. It sits heavy in your stomach, heavier than most anything else you've eaten today. You swear you can almost //feel// yourself getting fatter. Finally, Tori pulls the funnel out of your mouth. You're panting and wheezing as she grins. "God, you can't even chug a shake without getting out of breath. Greedy brats like you oughtta watch their weight. //Especially// in a chocolate factory like this." She laughs, and goes back to her experimentation with the shakes. You really don't want to be here any longer. {(if: !$proteineaten)[(set: $proteineaten to true)(set: $fatlevel to $fatlevel + 1)]} >$moveverb back to [[main crossroads]].](else:)[For a moment, she looks confused. "Wait... you're... one of the tour guests. God, look at you..." She walks over to you, tilting her head back and staring at you down her nose condescendingly. "I can barely recognize you under all this lard. You're just a... massive waddling blimp..." She reaches down and hefts your apron of a gut with her muscled arms. "I think your belly alone weighs more than you used to. You're really just the greediest person in here, aren't you?" You blush, and look away. You start to mumble something about how you really just wanted to try the protein powder. "Shut up, blubber-gut," she hisses. Tori lets your belly blubber slap back against your butter-thighs. Before you have a chance to leave or ask any questions, she's got some kind of... is that a //funnel?// She makes to shove it in your mouth, but you're just so fat she can barely even reach past your shelf of a gut to even get it in you. "C'mon, you... f-fucking embarrassing fatso..." Tori grunts, trying to use her wiry frame to force you to comply. You're not particularly trying to, but the sudden loss of your balance has you tumbling forward on top of her. You flow on top of her like an avalanche of bacon grease, smothering her. "Hff... Hng...!" She gasps for air as the funnel lands perfectly into her own mouth. You can't help but smile a bit. Conveniently, the container of pre-made shake that Tori mixed up fell within reach of even your lard-encumbered arms. She probably wants some, right? You pour the dense shake into the funnel, where Tori has no choice but to gulp it down. You can feel her toned six-pack softening and swelling with the stuff, which you have no doubt is really rather fattening. Tori squirms and tries to force you off, but you're easily four hundred pounds or more. She can barely speak, let alone force you off.{(if: !$proteineaten)[(set: $proteineaten to true)]} Finally, the shake is through, and you roll your corpulence off of her tiny frame. Or... //once//-tiny frame. "Look what you did to me, you fucking... you fucking blimp...!" There are tears in Tori's eyes as she points at her small, wobbling potbelly. That's... really all that's happened to her, but in her mind, she seems to see herself as really no different from your barely-mobile frame. She runs off sobbing, and you feel just a little bad... but it couldn't have happened to a nicer person. (set: $toristuffed to true) >$moveverb back to [[main crossroads]].]

(if: !$victoriagone and !$victoriaexplodes and !$victoriatold and ((passage:)'s name is not "Chat with Victoria"))[>[[Chat with Victoria]] ](if: !$hirogone and !$hirotold and ((passage:)'s name is not "Chat with Hiro"))[>[[Chat with Hiro]] ](if: !$hannahgone and !$hannahexplodes and ((passage:)'s name is not "Chat with Hannah"))[>[[Chat with Hannah]] ](if: !$wonkademo and ((passage:)'s name is not "Chat with Wonka"))[>[[Chat with Wonka]] ](if: (passage:)'s name is not "gum machine")[>Take a look at the (if:!!$machineexplanationheard)[(link: "gum machine")[(goto:"gum machine")]](else:)[(link: "strange machine")[(goto:"gum machine")]] ](if: !!$cakelearned and ((passage:)'s name is not "replicating cake batter"))[ >Check out the [[replicating cake batter]] ]

You $moveverb over and decide to say hi to Victoria. "Dreadful... simply dreadful..." The wealthy heiress is walking along, scorning each and every bunsen burner in the inventing room. She directs special derision towards the oompa loompas that mill about, carrying boxes and bubbling cauldrons. "And these horrendous little creatures... I had some hopes with the last room, but this is every bit a miserably boring experience as I'd originally feared..." She clicks her tongue. "And I can't even record and share it!" She turns to you, showing only slightly less open disdain. "Did you... need something...?" (if: !!$machineexplanationheard)[>[[Tell her how special the gum from the machine is]] ](else:)[You suppose you don't need anything, really.] (display: "invnav")

You walk over to Hiro. He appears to be staring at something labeled "everlasting gobstoppers", with a thin line of drool running down his double chin. "//Schlrp...// Oh! hey, it's you..." he says, with a jolt. You ask him what he's looking at. "Not... entirely sure. It says you can suck them forever and they never lose their flavor. How's that possible?" Hiro cocks his head to the side. "...What would happen if you swallowed one...?" He's deep in thought. (if: !!$machineexplanationheard)[[Tell him about this awesome gum machine]] ]\ (display: "invnav")

You head over to see what Hannah's up to. The social media darling is eyeing a whole line of bubbling glass cylinders, looking up and down as they shoot up into the darkness of the upper ceiling. Hannah seems unimpressed as she blows a fat pink bubble. "Yep, it //sure// is a laboratory... having lots of fun... without my phone..." she sighs and rolls her shimmering blue eyes. She barely even seems to notice you're there. (if: !!$machineexplanationheard)[>[[Tell her about the three courses]] ]\ (display: "invnav")

"Hm?" Wonka perks up from his reverie. "Did you need something?" (display: "wonkanav") (display: "invnav")

(if: !!$wonkademo)[Wonka is waiting for you to get started. >[[Talk to him]]]\ (else-if: !$machineexplanationheard)[You come across a large metal contraption. There appears to be some sort of button on the side. You might want to talk to Wonka before messing with it...(set: $machineseen to true)]\ (else:)[It's the gum machine Wonka told you about. Apparently, the blueberry pie course isn't ready yet, and might do something weird.] (if: !!$wonkademo)[>[[Press the button]] ]\ (display:"invnav")

Despite Wonka's words, this machine doesn't seem to work at all. It looks... tired, and old. Maybe it might work someday, in a future version of the factory? Like, in a way you aren't sure you can really influence at all? Total bait-and-switch, eesh. (display:"invnav")

"Oh, that machine over there?" Wonka points at the big one, the strange-looking one you saw earlier. Well, mostly all of them were strange, but that one especially so. The chocolatier chuckles. "That one is actually rather special... A real industrial giant! A miracle of the machine age, revolutionize the industry!" A broad smile spreads across his face. "That machine produces a strip of gum that's an entire three-course dinner! Tomato soup, roast beef, and blueberry pie...!" You ask him what that means. How could such a thing be possible? "Nevermind the possibility, because it exists! It really fills you up! Unfortunately..." His enthusiasm dies slightly as he lets out a sigh. "There's a... problem with the dessert. I've tested it on a dozen oompa-loompas and the result's always the same. I... I can't let you try it, I'm afraid. It's never been tested on a human." You nod understandingly. (set: $machineexplanationheard to true)\ (display: "wonkanav") (display: "invnav")

(if: $inv contains "A stick of three-course gum")[You press the button, but nothing happens. Guess it's busted?](else:)[ You don't really know what any of these buttons are, but the big red one looks important. You take a look around, making sure neither Wonka nor any of the oompa-loompas are watching. The machine whirs to life, and your gut clenches as you worry that one of them might spot you. Metal clangs and rattles, steam whistles from various valves, and what sounds like hundreds of gallons of fluid sloshes about inside. Until, finally, a small nondescript stick of what appears to be gum is spat out from the side. You grab it. You have obtained the THREE-COURSE GUM. (set: $inv to $inv + (a: "A stick of three-course gum"))] (display: "invnav")

"Oh... hm... well..." Wonka glances at the machine from afar and puts a hand at his chin. "Let's just say it's not ready yet. Few more tests..." He doesn't seem interested in saying anything else about the subject. He perks up after a moment, though, saying, "Although I could give a demonstration! It's rather fascinating to watch. Just give the word and I'll wait by the machine for you!" >[[Ask for a demonstration]] (display: "wonkanav") (display: "invnav")

You tell Wonka you're wondering what was up with that ominous tunnel. It seemed like it was winding up to be something a bit... more. "Oh, that?" He looks at you quizzically. "Indeed it used to be rather frightening, but I wouldn't want to scare my dear guests." (display: "wonkanav") (display: "invnav")

He looks at you strangely. "Well it's not //dangerous//... if you follow the rules. You follow the rules, yes?" You guess it was a weird question to ask.(if: !!($inv contains "Tripping twig"))[ Wonka seems to notice the Tripping twig you've got in your possession. "Hm?" He cocks his head to the side, and flashes a smile. "Well, what were you planning on doing with something dangerous like that?" You mumble out an explanation. So what, it's not like you actually //tripped// anyone with it... "Hm... I suppose. I'll tell you what..." Wonka flashes a smile at you that unsettles you just a bit. "Hand it over to me, and I can tell you a bit about some inventions here you //might// be interested in..." [[Trade the twig for info]]] (display: "wonkanav") (display: "invnav")

"Hm? Ready to go already?" Wonka sweeps a hand across the entirety of the inventing room. "All this wonder... don't you want to take a look?" >[[Ready to leave the inventing room]] (display: "wonkanav") (display: "invnav")

(if: !!$machineseen and !$machineexplanationheard and ((passage:)'s name is not "Ask about the machine"))[>[[Ask about the machine]] ]\ (if: !!$machineexplanationheard and ((passage:)'s name is not "Ask more about this dessert"))[>[[Ask more about this dessert]] ]\ (if: (passage:)'s name is not "Ask about the boat")[>[[Ask about the boat]] ]\ (if: ($totalcount is not $tourcount) and ((passage:)'s name is not "Ask him whether this place is dangerous too"))[>[[Ask him whether this place is dangerous too]] ]\ (if: (passage:)'s name is not "Leave the inventing room")[>[[Leave the inventing room]]]

You relay what you learned from Wonka... selectively. You tell her that no one's ever tried it before, and it's an invention that will revolutionize the world -- a whole three courses in just one stick of gum. "What? You're not joking?" Victoria's ears perk up. Her resting bitch face softens into a giddy grin. "With my philanthropic work, it could be perfect... Just think of it, me, being the first one in the world to try this new invention...!" >[[Tell her about the problems]] >[[Do not tell her about the problems]]

You decide to tell Victoria the rest of it, though. "Oh... it isn't ready?" She thinks for a moment, making a difficult face, as if unused to the activity. "But... I //would// still be the first person to try it, yes...?" You figure oompa-loompas don't really count as people, and nod. She nods back, squinting slightly. "Duly noted..." Her eyes go towards the gum machine, and away from you. She doesn't seem interested in talking any further. (set: $victoriatold to true)\ (display:"invnav")

You wouldn't want to ruin Victoria's excitement, right? You decide to let her think whatever she wants. She doesn't really seem very interested in what you have to say, anyway. (set: $victoriaexplodes to true)\ (display: "invnav")

You decide to tell Hiro what you heard from Wonka. He seems like the kind of guy who'd like to carry around a 3-course meal in his pocket. "H-huh? All that in a stick of gum...?" His interest seems piqued. "Is it high in calories? I... I really need to watch my weight..." You say that you don't know, but that Wonka //did// say it would solve all the world's problems, or something. "Well... huh..." Hiro's stomach growls as he looks towards the machine. "T-three whole courses...?" He's drooling again. (set: $hirotold to true)\ (display: "invnav")

Why not, you figure. You ask Wonka to show you this fabulous gum machine. "Excellent!" he says, clapping his hands. "I'll head over to the machine, and you come when you're ready. I expect the others will want to see, too." He hops up and trots over to the machine. (set: $wonkademo to true)\ (display: "invnav")

(if: !!$hannahexplodes and !!$victoriaexplodes)[(go-to: "sharing the gum")]\ (elseif: !!$hannahexplodes)[(go-to: "hannah explodes")]\ (else:)(go-to: "the magic gum")

A stick of Wonka's three-course chewing gum. There's something wrong with the blueberry pie.(if: $currentarea is 0 or $currentarea is 3)[ You could try [[chewing the gum->gumdecider]].]

No one's looking, and this gum is something you just can't go without trying. You could do it really quick, see if it works, then hide it later, you think. There's plenty of hidden surfaces to stick it to afterwards. You find a quiet corner of the inventing room, and pop it in your mouth. Tomato soup flavor washes over your taste buds, hot and creamy. Not only that, it's as though it's really filling you up, just like Wonka said. It's all you can do not to rave about it aloud. This thing isn't defective, it's //perfect!// The next course is tender roast beef and a baked potato, loaded with butter and wonderfully dense. Somehow each flavor is perfectly distinct, despite it being just a single piece of gum. You chew faster and faster, eager to get to the dessert. A thought briefly flashes through your mind -- //Wait, wasn't that when Wonka said it goes wrong...?// But that thought is just as soon forgotten when the pie starts. Whole wonderful dessert trays loaded with them, sweet and rich and heaped with whipped cream. You can't help yourself from moaning aloud as you smack with abandon. From the corner of your eye, you see an oompa-loompa scurry away from you. You've been seen. //Who cares,// you think. What's the worst that could happen now? You've already gotten to taste all the courses, and they were all absolutely perfect. Well, still //are// perfect, anyway. The blueberry pie is still coming strong, and you can't get enough of it. You even blow a large bubble, savoring the delicious flavor. You can't help but notice that you're starting to feel rather full, however. (if: $fatlevel>2.5)[Though your wobbling lard-sack of a gut has been stuffed plenty of times in this factory already, t](else:)[T]he pie continues to flow down your greedy gullet as you chomp away. You look down -- is it... getting bigger? And that's not the only thing you notice as you look down. For a moment, it's so jarring that you don't even realize what's happened. Both of your arms, from the tips of the fingers on up, are a deep shade of inky violet-blue. //What is going on...// you wonder, still grazing absentmindedly on the gum. //The gum!// The obvious realization hits you all at once. The gum is what's doing this to you, though you aren't entirely sure what //'this'// is. What you do know is that your stomach is swelling outwards, straining your clothes, and you are now quite blue from your head all the way to your toes. The fullness in your stomach is accompanied by a funny fluttering feeling, like something sloshing and gurgling inside you. "There they are!" Wonka says, dashing over towards you. The rest of the group is following behind him. "What on earth have you done?! Did you touch my gum machine?" He sounds more than just a little irritated. Without thinking, you mumble a denial. All the while, you're getting (if:$fatlevel>2.5)[even ]fatter, chewing still. (if: !$hannahgone)[ "Eesh, are they seriously trying to deny it?" Hannah giggles with a smug grin, and blows a bubble herself.](if: !$victoriagone)[ Victoria points and scowls at you. "Look at the dumb cow, they're still chewing it!"]You blush with embarrassment. You can hardly help it, it just tastes so good! Even if you could spit it out, you're not sure you could muster up the will to do so. The seams of your outfit are creaking as your body swells outward into a clumsy starfish shape. (if: $tourcount < $totalcount)["I cannot believe the accidents on this tour..." Wonka says with a sigh. He](else:)[Wonka] takes out a flute from his pocket and plays a tune. "Oh well, I'll get it right in the end..." Between your sloppy, greedy chewing, you manage to ask Wonka what's happening to you. "Well..." He looks up and down, surveying your form. You're nearly perfectly spherical now, your crotch pushing against the ground. Waddling is difficult, and your arms can do little more than flap. "Since we didn't discover your condition until well after the pie course had begun... There's a very real risk of explosion." //Explosion?!// You whimper and flap, asking whether that could really be the case. Though you hope it isn't, blueberry pie is still flowing unending down your throat, and your whole body is getting round and //tight//. Wonka seems unmoved. "Yes, well, it isn't my fault that you saw fit to take samples when I explicitly forbade you to. You really ought to learn to chew more //slowly//. Ah, there you are..." He turns to look at an oompa-loompa beside him. "I want you to roll our unfortunate young guest down to the bursting room, at once please." You flap your hands in panic. Didn't he say it was going to be a 'risk'...?(if:!$hannahgone)[ "Burst?" Hannah's bubble pops over her face. "Like, for //real...?//" Wonka's lips show the barest hint of a smile as the loompas begin to sing. "It's a fairly simple operation."](else:)[ It's no use, however. The oompa loompas are starting to sing.] (align: "=><=")[//Fit to burst and smacking still// //Will you ever get your fill?// //You might make it out okay// //If you'd quit chewing away//] They gather around you in a circle as you feel your crotch lift you up off the ground. You're utterly immobile now, barely even able to wiggle your fingers or toes. Still, more and more, all you can think about is the delicious pie that flows down your throat with every chew. You even blow bubbles here and there, almost compulsively. You are aware that your skin is stretching tighter and tighter, but you can hardly bring yourself to care, is the issue. You're going to keep chewing, no matter what. (align: "=><=")[//Oh dear, can't find the will to stop?// //No question then, you'll surely pop// //Not long until they make a boom// //Roll them to the popping room//] The loompas lay hands on your taut skin, not sinking in much. You're already quite tight, perhaps fifteen feet across, and still growing bigger. You're tipped onto your side like the large blue ball you've become, thousands of gallons of juice sloshing inside you. They push you, and you suddenly know what it's like to be rolled, your body spinning head-over-heels. Still, your juicy baseball-sized cheeks wobble as your jaws smack at the delicious gum.(if:!$hannahgone)[ As you pass by the group, you hear Hannah mutter under her breath. "...Wonder what it tastes like..."] (align: "=><=")[//Sorry folks, we've gotta go!// //This berry brat's about to blow// //Greedy thieves who never mend// //Will always meet a juicy end!//] They dance around and on top of you, spinning you towards a massive portal in the wall. You mumble out a feeble request for help from anyone who'll listen, but the oompa loompas just roll you onward. You retreat inward, losing yourself to the fabulous flavor of the gum. Finally, you're spun into a large, cylindrical room. As your head is smushed into the ground by your own drum-tight body for the umpteenth time, you see that in the center of the room, there's an ominous open drain. The loompas leave, and all the doors shut. LOCKDOWN -- BURSTING IN PROGRESS reads the sign on the wall. You know it's coming, but you can't resist. The blueberry pie has still somehow not run out of flavor, and you know you simply can't stop until it has. Your skin creaks as it reaches its limits, tighter and tighter with every chew... You blow one last bubble, as your body explodes with a resounding <span style="font-size: 150%">//**BOOM**//</span> BERRY EXPLOSION END

"Are we ready, then? I think we'll move on after this." Wonka seems eager to begin. You nod. "Excellent, and it looks like everyone else is here, too!" Looking around, you see that the others have gathered. "Yeah, well, not exactly a ton to do around here... can't touch //anything//..." Hannah blows a bubble and groans.(if: !$calebgone)[ Caleb seems suddenly susprised. "H-huh? Wait... when did I get here..." He scratches the back of his head. "I was looking at something, and then a thing happened, and then..." His eyes are still foggy and reddish as they suddenly lock onto the great gum machine. He's still clearly not sober. "Whoa..." he says, falling silent.]\ (if: !$torigone)[ You hear Tori mutter under her breath. "At least here I don't have to fight my cravings so bad... Those samples were almost too hard to resist..." She rubs her (if:!!$toristuffed)[potbelly](else:)[washboard abs] as it grumbles. (if:!!$toristuffed)["Especially after that clumsy whale tripped into me and ruined my figure...!"] ]\ (if: $inv contains "A stick of three-course gum")[ Wonka notes something in a crevice of the great machine. "Hm? How did the safety switch get tripped... that should only happen if it had been run..." He looks around, and for a moment you swear he locks eyes with you. You wonder what might happen if he finds out you took it. "...Well, I suppose it doesn't matter." But he breaks away, flips the switch, and things move right along. You breathe a sigh of relief. ] "In any case... I present to you, one of my most latest and very greatest creations!" He presses the red button, and the machine hums to life. Whirring, clanking, gushing and gurgling, the innards mix and boil in a mechanical cacophony. Everyone there watches intently and quietly as the machine does its work. Finally, with a withering sprrt(if: $inv contains "A stick of three-course gum")[ that you remember uncomfortably well], it spits out a small gray rectangle. Wonka reaches in and grabs the stick, holding it aloft. "This, my dear friends, is a whole three-course dinner all by itself!" Suddenly, Hannah interjects. "Aaaand that's for me~" With a big smile on her face, she reaches over and yanks it right out of Wonka's hand, making to put it into her mouth. "Oh no, that's for //me//, darling..." Without missing a beat, Victoria reaches out to grab it from Hannah, in turn. Wonka raises his hands, trying to placate them. "Ladies, neither of you ought to be taking it, it's not ready for human..." "Shut up!" shout both of the high-strung women in unison, in perhaps the first example of cooperation they've shown since joining the tour. They scuffle for a moment longer, when suddenly both of them pull away from each other. "Got it!" shouts Hannah. "I've got it!" shouts Victoria, too. They glare at each other, and are about to start bickering once more, when each of them look down at what they 'got'. Each of the two women holds a half-stick of gum, torn in the middle roughly evenly. For a moment, neither of them say anything. Sensing an uneasy peace, Wonka attempts to take control of the situation. "Now, if you'll please just put the pieces back, we can move along to..." "I'm going to be the first one to try it!" shouts Victoria, shoving it into her mouth. "Nuh-uh, I can chew faster anyway!" With a childish bravado, Hannah loudly begins chomping on the piece. "Oh dear..." Wonka rests his forehead on his palm. "Half the courses ought to have half the effect, but with the dessert issue, this could get complicated..." As if they hadn't heard him, both Victoria and Hannah shout, at almost the same time, "Blueberry pie and ice cream!" "Hm...?" Wonka tilts his head. He seems confused. "Dessert already? But it should be..." "Oh, yeah!" Smacking away, Hannah blows a bubble and explains. "I heard what the gum was about, and figured I'd go change a few things before we got started! No more tomato soup or roast beef, just all //tasty// blueberry pie~" She coos with delight. "Well, I think that's perhaps the one respectable thing I've seen you do!" says Victoria with a scornful laugh. Still, she seems to be enjoying her strip, too. "No, you don't understand, if all three courses are pie, that means... And then you split it..." Wonka sighs again. "Oh, this is just such a mess... What a pack of spoiled brats..." He pulls out a flute and plays a tune.(if:!$calebgone)[ "Wait... what's like..." Caleb pipes up, though he maintains his usual stoned slowness. "What's happening to your faces, though...?"](elseif:!$hirogone)[ "But... y-your faces..." Stammering nervously, Hiro pipes up. "Something's... weird..."] "Oh do shut up, will you, and let me finish!" shouts Victoria, still chomping away. There is a blue dot at the tip of her nose, which is spreading outwards. Hannah lets out a chuckle. "Yeah, what the boujee bitch said." She's got her own dot, spreading at almost the exact same rate. The two women share a laugh... until they both see the others' faces. "You're... turning blue!" shouts Hannah. "Speak for yourself, you second-rate smurf!" Victoria spits back. They grumble at each other for a moment, but both of them know it isn't the other one causing it. "What's happening!" Hannah barks at Wonka, more a demand than a question. "Always goes wrong when they come to the desserts... though I confess, I'm not entirely sure how this will go..." He seems hardly worried at all, showing only a scientist's curiosity. "I do think we might get some good data out of you two, at least." Both of the now totally-blue women look like they have a few more words for the chocolatier, but they are distracted by something a little closer to home. "I feel rather... //funny...//" Victoria moans and clutches her middle. Hannah does the same. "You really ought to spit it out while you can..." Wonka says, his arms crossed. Both of their eyes open wide. "N-no!" they shout, jaws smacking. "I'm going to be the first person in the world to have a meal by chewing gum, and that's that! It will do //wonders// to promote my philanthropic work!" Victoria's belly expands outward, straining her ritzy clothes. "Yeah, you just wanna eat this pie, you lazy brat..." Hannah rolls her eyes and blows a bubble, though she's chewing faster than ever.(if:!$torigone)[ "You're hardly one to talk..." says Tori under her breath.] Both of their bellies round out, spreading to their sides and back as much as to their front. Still, they continue chewing, both of them neck-and neck as they swell. They look like two blue balloons, you say aloud. "More like a blueberry, really..." says Wonka, who is watching calmly but intently. "So are you like... gonna fix us? //Mnph...// or what...?" Hannah chews on her gum, sounding sassy despite the fact that she looks like a bloated starfish in shape. "Shouldn't be long now..." Wonka mutters to himself, ignoring Hannah's question. Victoria chimes in. "Hello? //Mnch...// I didn't come on this tour to be... //nnff//... ignored!" The two of them shuffle awkwardly, juice sloshing around inside of them. Their growth appears to be slowing, though they are already easily three or four times the size they were, two sloshing half-fruits. Suddenly, both of them freeze. "//Mnff...// second course...!" Hannah coos with joy and blows a large bubble. "Oh my, it's even better than the first!" Victoria chews faster. "Yes, that's what I was worried about..." Wonka sighs, and turns to the oompa-loompa that has appeared beside him. "Get them down to the juicing room, for observation... Yes, I'm aware it only holds one..." he speaks softly, though you take extra care to listen in. "There's a decent chance they both hold through all three courses... watch the gum-chewing one, though..." Victoria looks almost worried as her body begins to swell again, but Hannah is addicted to the gum. Her eyes are half-lidded in pleasure as she swells up into a full sphere, her belly and crotch pressing into the ground. She's smacking rapidly, much faster than Victoria now, and beginning to grow even bigger. "I... I simply //can't// spit this out...!" Victoria says, sounding just a little worried. She flaps her arms, which are rapidly becoming little more than clumsy cones. "Y-you //must// fix me...!" (if:!$calebgone)[ "I... gotta cut back a bit..." mumbles Caleb as he shakes his, staring at the absurd scene. It's the most lucid you've ever seen him, you think.] Both of them are soon little more than gum-addicted balls of juice, with Hannah a good foot or two wider than Victoria. They can do little more than waddle and slosh about, though neither of them seems to have any intention of spitting out the delicious wad in their mouth. The oompa loompas circle them. There is an air of wariness about them, though and there is no song. They tip the two of them on their side, even as they flap in protest. "D-don't you dare... //mnf...// l-lay hands on me!" shouts Victoria, wiggling mightily. Her clothes have long since burst off of her berry-body, leaving her sloshing breasts to drip juice on the inventing room floor. Hannah is a bit more docile. "Blueberry pie and... //mnf...// ice cream...!" she moans as she's tipped on her side and rolled like an enormous ball. "That's it... quickly now..." Wonka urges them onward. "I won't have these two bursting just because you want to play games!" You and the others eye Wonka suspiciously, but the comment is let go. The two blueberries, each of them visibly tight as a drum and over ten feet across, are rolled towards an exit, Hannah first. For a moment, it looks as though she might not fit... But then, you hear Wonka breathe a sigh of relief as Hannah clears the portal. The last you see of either of them is Hannah moaning, "The final course...!" She's still growing, as is Victoria. "Well, that's what you get for messing with the machine..." Wonka shrugs, and you swear his gaze passes over you, for just an instant. "Wherever did she get such an idea...?" You swallow hard, but say nothing. If Wonka notices your reaction, he doesn't show it. "Well, shall we roll on?" he asks, heading towards a hallway opposite the one Victoria and Hannah were rolled down. (set:$hannahgone to true)(set:$victoriagone to true) >[[Continue down the hallway]]

"Are we ready, then? I think we'll move on after this." Wonka seems eager to begin. You nod. "Excellent, and it looks like everyone else is here, too!" Looking around, you see that the others have gathered. "Yeah, well, not exactly a ton to do around here... can't touch //anything//..." Hannah blows a bubble and groans.(if: !$calebgone)[ Caleb seems suddenly susprised. "H-huh? Wait... when did I get here..." He scratches the back of his head. "I was looking at something, and then a thing happened, and then..." His eyes are still foggy and reddish as they suddenly lock onto the great gum machine. He's still clearly not sober. "Whoa..." he says, falling silent.]\ (if: !$torigone)[ You hear Tori mutter under her breath. "At least here I don't have to fight my cravings so bad... Those samples were almost too hard to resist..." She rubs her (if:!!$toristuffed)[potbelly as it rumbles](else:)[washboard abs as they grumble]. (if:!!$toristuffed)["Especially after that clumsy whale tripped into me and ruined my figure...!"]]\ (if: $inv contains "A stick of three-course gum")[ Wonka notes something in a crevice of the great machine. "Hm? How did the safety switch get tripped... that should only happen if it had been run..." He looks around, and for a moment you swear he locks eyes with you. You wonder what might happen if he finds out you took it. "...Well, I suppose it doesn't matter." But he breaks away, flips the switch, and things move right along. You breathe a sigh of relief.] "In any case... I present to you, one of my most latest and very greatest creations!" He presses the red button, and the machine hums to life. Whirring, clanking, gushing and gurgling, the innards mix and boil in a mechanical cacophony. Everyone there watches intently and quietly as the machine does its work. Finally, with a withering sprrt(if: $inv contains "A stick of three-course gum")[ that you remember uncomfortably well], it spits out a small gray rectangle. Wonka reaches in and grabs the stick, holding it aloft. "This, my dear friends, is a whole three-course dinner all by itself!" Suddenly, Hannah interjects. "Aaaand that's for me~" With a big smile on her face, she reaches over and yanks it right out of Wonka's hand, making to put it into her mouth. He takes a moment to process what's happening, but Wonka makes to stop her. "I wouldn't do that if I were you... I really wouldn't..." "Who cares? Gum's practically //made// for me, it's //so// on-brand..." She rolls her eyes and walks away, with everyone following her. Being the center of attention seems to suit Hannah just fine. "And anyway, I heard all about this three-course gum from a //little birdie//..." She shoots you a knowing look, but you play it cool. "Did you, now..." Wonka is only getting more frustrated by the moment. "Then you know about the //severe// problems with the dess-" "What I //know// is that I think I managed to //fix// your little three-course gum~" She waves the stick in the air like a magic wand at your tour guide. "I got rid of that stupid tomato soup and roast beef. It's all pie, all the time, baby~" She takes out her old gum and makes to pop in the new one. (if:!!$victoriatold)[ Victoria seems tense, like she is struggling to keep her own voracious jealousy in check.] "Oh, no, no you mustn't..." Wonka seems confused for a moment, inspecting a panel on the side of the gum machine. Whatever he sees there makes him sigh. "This is going to be quite a cleanup..."(if:!$hirogone)[ Despite Hannah's overt disobedience, the group can't help but be curious. As Hannah begins chewing the gum, Hiro asks her, "So... what's it taste like...?"](elseif:!$torigone)[ Despite Hannah's overt disobedience, the group can't help but be curious. As Hannah starts chewing the gum, Tori asks her, "So what's it taste like?"](else:)[ Tell weeb to write something here!] Hannah is only too happy to respond. "It's like, seriously blueberry pie! Like, actual, sweet blueberry pie, pouring down my throat! Oooh it's even got ice cream...!" She bounces giddily, her brunette bob cut shimmering in the fluorescent lights, as she blows a pink bubble the size of her head. "No... stop... don't..." says Wonka, as he removes a flute from his pockets. From nearby, you hear him mutter to himself, "I'll need to call them as soon as possible for this one..." As the bubble snaps, however, the tour group begins to notice something strange. (if:!$calebgone)[Caleb is, surprisingly, the first to react. "You like... got something on your face...?"](elseif:!$hirogone)[Hiro tilts his head to the side in a confused look. "I... I think you have something on your face...?"](else:)[tell weeb to write something here] Hannah groans and rolls her eyes as she continues to smack away. "Oh, shut up for a minute and let me finish..." Sure enough, however, there is something on her face -- a deep bluish spot, spreading outwards. "//Mmmm...// I can't believe I get three whole courses of this stuff! I just //adore// blueberries...!"(if:!!$hirotold)[ Seeing that the gum has some kind of side effect, you notice that Hiro seems relieved. Was he really going to take it...?](if:!$torigone)[ "Good for your health, too, but..." Tori seems worried. "You... might wanna take a look at yourself..."](elseif:!$victoriagone)[ "Yes, well, you really ought to take a look at yourself..." Victoria crosses her arms(if:!!$victoriatold)[, looking smug].](else:)[weeb needs to write something here!] "What are you //talking// about.. Ugh... always with the haters..." Hannah sighs, still smacking away. The blue color has covered up most of her face by now. She pulls out a pocket mirror to see what everyone is talking about, the look on her face saying she's sure it's just some elaborate prank. The mirror does not lie, however. "W-what the heck, I'm //blue!//" She scowls at Wonka. "What's going on here?!" "I told you I hadn't got it quite right yet." Wonka shakes his head. "And switching all three courses to dessert... even //I// haven't tried something so reckless... You //really// might want to consider spitting that out." Hannah's response is immediate. "No way!" As if to show off her defiance, she blows another bubble. The blue color has already covered up much of her body, all the way down to her fingertips. "This blueberry pie is //perfect...// No way I'm spitting it out! Now, fix this blue color and... //oooh...//" Suddenly, Hannah doubles over.(if:!$victoriagone)[ "Spirited little thing, isn't she..." Victoria laughs at her misfortune.] Wonka seems to only be paying half-attention. He's in his own world, a hand on his chin. "Always goes wrong when they come to the dessert... always..." "I feel... funny..." Hannah moans, a hand at her belly. If you're not mistaken, her hand seems to actually be getting pushed outward, her middle swelling up. A metal cane ending finds its way into her swelling pooch. "Yes, small surprise when you're guzzling down three full courses of pie, my dear..." Hannah is just too overwhelmed to fight back. "Ooohh..." She groans and cradles her stomach in her hands as it swells inexorably outward. "W-what's happening to me...?"(if:!!$victoriatold)[ Victora seems utterly giddy that she had her 'opportunity' taken away now. "You're blowing up like a //balloon//, darling~"](elseif:!$hirogone)[ "She's... blowing up like a balloon..." Hiro takes a careful step back.](else:)[ You say that she looks almost like a balloon of some kind.] "A-a //balloon?!"// Hannah seems to almost chew faster as a fearful expression falls over her. Wonka has fallen back again, just watching Hannah chomp away. "Well, more like a //blueberry//... although you're certainly going to feel a stretching..."(if:!$victoriagone and !$hirogone)[ "Stick her with a pin!" Victoria calls out gleefully. Hiro seems mortified. "S-she'll pop!"] "H-help...!" Still smacking away at her gum, Hannah is swelling bigger and //rounder//. Her torso is swallowing up her arms and legs, making them into useless cones. She tries to waddle a few awkward steps, but the social media star can barely manage even that. "H-heeelp...!" "Oh well, I'll get it right in the end..." Wonka sighs and shakes his head. An oompa-loompa is at his side, summoned by his earlier call. "I want you to roll the young lady down to the popping room, at once please." Hannah's eyes widen in shock. "P-popping room?!" she says, her jaws still working away. Her body is already nearly a complete sphere, sagging under the liquid weight but otherwise taut and sloshy.(if:!$calebgone)[ Caleb smiles at the mention. "Wow, a whole room dedicated to pop..." He does not seem to fully grasp the reality of the situation, but you put him aside for the moment.] Wonka nods. "Oh, yes, you need to be contained immediately before you explode. It's a fairly simple operation." He tilts his head, and thinks for a moment. "Or, you could spit out the gum... You're still only on the first course, if you'll recall." "B-but..." Hannah moans, and falls silent. Her body is almost perfectly spherical now, and the oompa-loompas are circling around her. Her only response is a fat pink bubble, which snaps on her juicy cheeks. (align: "=><=")[//Not just dumb but greedy too// //Reduced to something round and blue// //You made all three meals into pie// //And every warning, did defy//] Hannah flaps her tiny litle hands, now little more than appendanges stuck directly onto the ball of her body, as the oompa loompas tip her onto hers ide. As the pressure inside her shifts, you can watch purplish stress mark lines spread over her. There's no question she's still growing, and fast. Still, you can tell from the way her baseball cheeks are wobbling that she's certainly still chewing. (align: "=><=")[//Now you're sure to go kaboom// //We'll get you to the popping room// //Let's hurry up, before you blow// //As your chewing never slows//] //"Mnff... blueberry pie..."// You watch Hannah as she's spun head over heels. Where there once was panic and terror, you now see almost placid acceptance. Her skin is starting to creak, though, and she's already impossibly overstretched, nearly twenty feet across. (align: "=><=")[//Our song will have to wrap up now// //Hannah's chomping like a cow// //She never could manage to stop// //Not long before that messy **pop!**//] As they take her towards a large portal in a far wall of the inventing room, you think you hear Hannah moan. "//Shecond... courshe...!//" You hear her wet, sloppy chewing grow even faster. "B-blueberry pie and ishe cream...!" "We'd best go..." Wonka shakes his head. "She's sure to damage the machinery... The greed of it, to make all three courses pie..." He seems almost genuinely in awe. The chocolatier directs you to a different exit, with all of you following behind. It doesn't seem like the time to mess around. As the doors close behind you, you think you hear a dull, distant **BOOM**. Wonka murmurs softly to himself, "Didn't even reach the third course, eh..."(set:$hannahgone to true) >[[Continue down the hallway]]

(if: (!!$victoriatold or !!$victoriaexplodes) and !!$hannahexplodes)[(go-to: "sharing the gum")]\ (if: !!$victoriaexplodes)[(go-to: "victoria explodes")]\ (elseif: !!$victoriatold)[(go-to: "victoria berry")]\ (elseif: !!$hirotold)[(go-to: "hiro fat berry")]\ (elseif: !$hannahgone)[(go-to: "hannah berry")]\ (else:)[(go-to: "no takers")]

You've heard his spiel about the gum already, and you know about the defective dessert. But how bad could it be, right? Looking at him holding it up, it's really just too tempting to resist. Your hand darts out and snatches the gum from Wonka's hand before he knows what's going on. You turn and smile, and are about to put it in your mouth, but Wonka stops you. "I wouldn't do that if I were you! I really wouldn't!" You pause, and think for a moment... but only a moment. It's just a stick of gum, anyway. You groan and roll your eyes, and pop it into your mouth.(if: !$hannahgone)[ It might just be your imagination, but Hannah sounds almost jealous as she asks, "So... what's it taste like?"](elseif:!$calebgone)[ Caleb seems a little bewildered by the exchange between you and Wonka, but he's never lacking in curiosity. "So like... what's it taste like...?"](else:)[Weeb needs to write something here, please inform him!] You tell them it's tomato soup. It's hot and creamy, like it's actually running down your throat. It's delicious... and every chew seems better and better. "Stop... don't..." says Wonka, his voice dripping with sarcasm. What's his problem, anyway? Suddenly, the gum changes flavors, switching to roast beef and... is that a baked potato? You can actually taste each flavor individually, and you do so with reckless abandon, narrating it aloud. Everyone just stares at you, the first person in the world to have a chewing-gum meal.(if: !$victoriagone)[ "Rude little brat didn't even learn to close their mouth when they chew..." Victoria whispers to herself in a voice you're sure was actually intended to reach you, but you ignore her. She probably would have //loved// to be the first person in the world to try this delicious gum, but she //isn't//, and that's that.(if: !$hannahgone)[ Hannah shoots her a sidelong glare, smacking loudly at the collateral offense. If Victoria sees the idol's fury, she gives no indication, however.]](if:!$torigone)[(if:!!$toristuffed)[ Still struggling to keep her shirt down over her newfound pooch, Tori is staring daggers at you. "Yeah, keep chewing, fatso. I'm sure it's a //great// idea. Three-course dinner that you just have to chew for, perfect!"](else:)[ Tori furrows her brow and puts a hand on her hip. "That... doesn't seem smart, to just ignore him like that..."]] Just as it feels like the course is about to change, Wonka speaks to you. "Last chance. I //very// much recommend you spit it out..." he says, sounding more exasperated than anything else. It's nothing you haven't heard before, though. So what if it tastes weird? How bad could the dessert possibly be? "Oh well, can't say I didn't warn them..." Wonka sighs and pulls out his flute. Blueberry pie begins flooding down your throat, however. Huge mouthfuls of sweet, buttery crust and heaping whipped cream, the most marvelous pie that you've ever tasted. You coo aloud, blowing a bubble with the gum.(if: !$hirogone)[ The sound of Hiro's voice gives you pause, however. "Wait... what's happening to their nose...?"](elseif: !$hannahgone)[ Hannah's snotty voice pulls your attention away, however. "What the heck is that weird stain on their nose...?"](else:)[ weeb needs to write something here, please tell him!]] You ask them what the heck they're talking about. Anyway, if they'll just shut up for a minute, this blueberry pie is really good... For a moment you just chomp away, enjoying what is quite possibly the most delicious dessert you've ever had(if: $fatlevel>2.5)[, including all the delicious treats you've found in the chocolate factory so far].(if: !$victoriagone)[ "They're... turning blue...!" Victoria sounds concerned, but her lips are curled in a weird sort of grin as she holds out a compact mirror. There, you see a deep blue stain, already reaching towards the sides of your face and spreading down. It goes further and further with each chew.](elseif:!$hannahgone)[ "They're //blue//...!" Hannah chomps every bit as rudely as you do as she flashes you a mirror. There, you see a deep blue stain, already reaching towards the sides of your face and spreading down. It goes further and further with each chew.](else:)[ Please tell weeb to write something here!] Wait, what? This is all more than you bargained for. You can't go around looking like this! Your panicked eyes dart over to Wonka. "I told you I hadn't got it quite right yet," he says dryly, shaking his head. You tell him that he can say that again, look what it's done to your skin! The blue spreads quickly, heading all the way down your fingers. Wonka seems unperturbed, still just shaking his head while looking at the ground. "Always goes wrong when they come to the dessert... always..." You want to ask him more, but suddenly, you feel a strange sensation in your stomach. It's like fullness, but different, something heavier... (if:!$calebgone)[ Caleb's eyes are wide with shock as he exclaims, "Whoaaa... they're like... blowing up...!"](elseif:!$hirogone)[ "They're... they're blowing up...!" Hiro's voice is trembling, his eyes locked on you.] It's true. Your stomach is pushing outwards now with every chew, getting bigger and bigger.(if:!$hannahgone)[ Hannah cackles aloud. "Pfft... they're //still// chewing?"] Still, you can't help yourself. The blueberry pie is so delicious... there's just no way you could ever even think about spitting out something this amazing. Even as your body turns into a clumsy starfish shape, your torso becoming tight and round, you continue to chew faster than ever. "I want you to roll the dear blueberry down to the juicing room, at once, please," says Wonka to an oompa-loompa at his side. (if:!$victoriagone)[ "What are they going to do to them there?" asks Victoria, sounding incredulous.](elseif:!$torigone)[ "Juicing room?" Tori perks up. "What're you gonna do with them there?"](else:)[ You look plaintively at Wonka, begging with your eyes to explain what will become of you.] "Oh, they have to be squeezed, immediately, before they explode." Wonka's tone is so calm and matter-of-fact that it takes you several moments to process what it means for you. You're still chomping away blissfully, half your mind obsessed with blowing bubbles and gobbling down pie, and the other half filled with the echoes of the word //explode//. "If we can get them contained, we can keep them happy... they'll produce juice for quite some time, I expect..."(if:!$hannahgone)[ "You mean they're never gonna be normal again?? Like, //seriously?//" Hannah seems less worried for your security, and more simply dumbfounded.](elseif:!$hirogone)[ "B-but..." Hiro stammers like mad, his eyes darting between you and Wonka. "W-what about... them g-getting back t-to normal...?"] "Well..." Wonka ponders for a moment, staring at your ever-swelling ball of a body. Your legs are splayed out and your crotch is nearly down to the floor, your entire form approaching spherical. "I suppose if we can get them under control, the possibility exists we might restore some measure of mobility." He shrugs, and stamps his cane as if to put an end to the discussion. "But first, we'll have to get them out of here before they chew themselves into a messy end!" The oompa loompas are starting to sing. (align: "=><=")[//Spoiled brat and brazen thief// //Causing us no end of grief// //You're rotten, there can be no doubt// //You would never spit it out//] They push you over, despite the helpless flapping of your hands and feet. You're quickly robbed of all mobility as your spun to the side, like an enormous ball. (align: "=><=")[//Self-restraint's a useful skill// //It's one that you'd do well to drill// //But since you're just obsessed with pie// //We sense that things might go awry//] (align: "=><=")[//So keep on chomping like a cow// //What's the use in stopping now?// //We'll squeeze you out the best we can// //But you'll never be small again//] Despite the humiliating lyrics, you blow another bubble as you're tossed around. You wiggle your hands, hoping the loompas will at least roll you out of sight before long. You blush furiously at the comments from the tour guests. {(live: 2s)[ (either: "They really are a dumb cow!", "Pfft... They were all bragging about the tomato soup!", "First person in the world to have a chewing gum meal... Haha!", "Omg, they're still getting bigger!") ]} (align: "=><=")[//Well, you're kicked off of the tour// //No surprises, to be sure// //Let's get this berry on the road// //Before they go off and explode!//] Your hands and feet are pulled into divots as your body continues expanding outward. The oompa loompas roll you off, and you hope the juicing will help... BERRIFICATION END

"Yes, I think I'll be taking that~" Victoria extends an ivory hand to yank the strip from Wonka's hand. "I've heard all about this very //special// piece of gum..." She holds it up to the light, inspecting it. Wonka's gaze is resolute. "Then you know the dessert is quite defective, and not fit for--" He is cut off by Victoria's shrill voice. "I know that I'll be the first person in the world to have a whole chewing gum meal~" She giggles in a girlish fashion. "Oh, lighten up. What's the matter, it's just a stick of gum..." With no further delay, she pops it into her mouth and begins to chew.(if:!$hannahgone)[ It might just be your imagination, but Hannah looks almost jealous.](if:!$hirogone)[ "W-what's it taste like?" asks Hiro, stammering as usual.](elseif:!$torigone)[ Tori seems a little put off by the haughty Brit's attitude, but she //is// curious. "Does it at least taste good?"](else:)[ Weeb needs to write something here, please tell him!] "It's wonderful! Tomato soup, I can feel it running down my throat, it's just //marvelous!//" She seems at least as excited by the attention as by the taste of the gum. "Stop... don't..." Wonka says, deadpan. Victoria doesn't seem done, however. "Is this... roast beef?" She smacks away, tilting her head to the side. "Oh, it doesn't hold a candle to what they have in Paris, but I suppose it'll do..." The walking crystallization of affectation makes sure to pronounce the city's name with the French pronunciation.(if:!$hannahgone)[ Chewing on her own piece, Hannah mutters, "Figures the dumb bitch'd act all condescending... Not like I wanted to try it or anything..."] Wonka shakes his head. "Yes, it's just, as I was trying to tell you, it's not quite right when it gets to the..." Suddenly, Victoria's eyes light up. "Blueberry pie and ice cream!" The wealthy heiress coos with delight and blows a large pink bubble. "Yes, that part," says Wonka with a sigh. He takes a flute from his breast pocket, and plays a little tune.(if:!$calebgone)[ "What's up with your nose...?" His eyes half-lidded, Caleb sticks out a hand right in front of Victoria's face. Victoria snaps, slapping away his hand. "Let me finish, you half-brained degenerate!" she screeches.](elseif:!$hirogone)[ "Your nose is... d-doing something weird..." mutters Hiro, his eyes widening. "What the devil are you on about?" Victoria wrinkles up her nose and scowls at the tubby asian. "Pipe down, and let me finish!"](else:)[ Weeb needs to write something here, let him know! sorry] You tell her that no, there's definitely something strange. In the center of her sculpted ivory face, a dark blue splotch is spreading out from her nose. It's getting bigger with every chew, in all directions at once. "I'll have none of these ridiculous pranks while I'm... //Nmphh...// enjoying my dessert..." Her aristocratic manners are forgotten as she speaks with her mouth full. She pulls out a pocket mirror, however, which makes her chewing stop for a moment. "What the... I'm //blue!//" she cries, glaring at Wonka. Her chewing resumes quickly, however, still hungry for more blueberry pie. "What's happening to me? I demand you answer this... //mmfff...// Inshtant!" "It always goes wrong when they come to the dessert... always..." Wonka is still just shaking his head. It does not seem to please Victoria. "I //know// that, you aging oaf-- //Oooh...//" Suddenly she doubles over, clutching her middle. It's subtle, but her tailored outfit no longer seems to sit so well on her chiseled frame.(if:!$torigone)[ "Holy crap, she's getting fatter!" shouts Tori, pointing in shock. Sure enough, Victoria's body is getting bigger, but it doesn't quite seem like //fat//...](elseif:!$hannahgone)[ "Whoa, the spoiled bitch is porking up!" Hannah seems almost giddy now, smacking her gum loudly and giggling. Sure enough, Victoria's body is getting bigger, but it doesn't quite seem like //fat//...](else:)[ Weeb needs to write something here!] Victoria's attention drops to her middle, which is steadily swelling outwards, in one smooth curve. It immediately bumps up against her fashionable outfit, being constrained like cords around a zeppelin. "I'm... blowing up like a balloon...!" she cries. "Like a blueberry," says Wonka dryly.(if:!$hannahgone)[ "Maybe we could stick her with a pin, lol..." Hannah's gum snaps against her cheeks. You tell her that would almost surely mean she'd burst.](elseif:!$torigone)[ Tori's earlier concern gives way to derision. "You could stick a pin in her, heh..." she says, chuckling. You tell her it means she would probably burst.] "B-burst?!" Victoria's eyes grow wide. The gum is delicious, and she can hardly keep herself from chewing as her body swells into a clumsy half-sphere. Her clothes burst from her body in a series of loud //snaps//, much too tight for her bloated frame. She's almost completely naked. Not only that, her breasts swell from tiny A-cups to massive sloshing spheres, perhaps the most dramatic thing to happen to her. "Yes, well, I did try to warn you..." Wonka turns to an oompa-loompa who has appeared beside him. "Would you roll the young blueberry down to the bursting room, at once, please?"(if:!$hannahgone)[ "What're they gonna do with her there?" asks Hannah, sounding (un?)surprisingly unperturbed.](elseif:!$hirogone)[ "W-what are they gonna do there?" Hiro is obviously on pins and needles, cold sweat running down his fleshy cheeks.] "Keep her comfortable until she inevitably explodes, my dear guest." Wonka says it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "E-explodes?!" Victoria takes a sloshing step, her nearly-spherical form tottering to the side. Her feet are nearly enveloped by her conical legs, swallowing up the tiny limbs. Still she continues to chew, unabated. Wonka shrugs. "You really ought to listen when someone tries to warn you, my dear." The oompa loompas surround her as she approaches a spherical shape. (align: "=><=")[//Who is this naughty spoiled brat?// //Chewing 'til she's fit to splat// //She never listened, not at all// //And now she's just a big dumb ball//] Victoria flaps and grunts as the loompas tip her over. "Get... //mnff//... away from me...!" she growls, though she never ceases her chewing. (align: "=><=")[//We can't have you popping here!// //Not with all these things in here// //You'll make quite a mess, you know// //You've got a lot of juice to blow!//] Victoria's hair flips about her face as she swells bigger and bigger. She glares angrily at the oompa-loompas, but it has predictably little effect. (align: "=><=")[//Can't stay here and tally long// //Let's get you out, 'fore things go wrong// //You'll keep on chewing 'til the last// //At least you'll make a mighty blast!//] The loompa's callous lyrics ring in the cavernous inventing room as her fifteen-foot-wide body is rolled towards the exit. You can see purple stress lines streaked around her middle, and there is an audible creaking with every chew. (if:!$torigone)[ "Is she... really gonna pop...?" asks Tori, hesitantly. Wonka shrugs. "It's a possibility. With the gum as it was, I would usually say no, but..." He tilts his head back and forth, thinking a moment. "She was rather thin... and chewed awfully fast..."](if:!$hannahgone)[ You swear you hear Hannah mutter, "Boy... dodged a bullet there..."] (set:$victoriagone to true) Wonka stands up and heads towards a hallway, opposite the one Victoria was rolled down. You figure it's about time to go. >[[Continue down the hallway]]

"Are we ready, then? I think we'll move on after this." Wonka seems eager to begin. You nod. "Excellent, and it looks like everyone else is here, too!" Looking around, you see that the others have gathered. "Yeah, well, not exactly a ton to do around here... can't touch //anything//..." Hannah blows a bubble and groans.(if: !$calebgone)[ Caleb seems suddenly susprised. "H-huh? Wait... when did I get here..." He scratches the back of his head. "I was looking at something, and then a thing happened, and then..." His eyes are still foggy and reddish as they suddenly lock onto the great gum machine. He's still clearly not sober. "Whoa..." he says, falling silent.]\ (if: !$torigone)[ You hear Tori mutter under her breath. "At least here I don't have to fight my cravings so bad... Those samples were almost too hard to resist..." She rubs her (if:!!$toristuffed)[potbelly](else:)[washboard abs] as it grumbles. (if:!!$toristuffed)["Especially after that clumsy whale tripped into me and ruined my figure...!"] ]\ (if: $inv contains "A stick of three-course gum")[ Wonka notes something in a crevice of the great machine. "Hm? How did the safety switch get tripped... that should only happen if it had been run..." He looks around, and for a moment you swear he locks eyes with you. You wonder what might happen if he finds out you took it. "...Well, I suppose it doesn't matter." But he breaks away, flips the switch, and things move right along. You breathe a sigh of relief. ] "In any case... I present to you, one of my most latest and very greatest creations!" He presses the red button, and the machine hums to life. Whirring, clanking, gushing and gurgling, the innards mix and boil in a mechanical cacophony. Everyone there watches intently and quietly as the machine does its work. Finally, with a withering sprrt(if: $inv contains "A stick of three-course gum")[ that you remember uncomfortably well], it spits out a small gray rectangle. Wonka reaches in and grabs the stick, holding it aloft. "This, my dear friends, is a whole three-course dinner all by itself!" Suddenly, Hannah interjects. "That sounds like bullshit..." she says, smacking on her own wad of gum. Wonka seems confused for a moment, but he shakes his head."Oh, no, it's actually roast beef, but I haven't got it quite right yet..." Seeing his distraction, Hannah reaches in and snatches it herself. "I don't care," she says, making to pop it into her mouth. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Wonka's voice is firm. "I really wouldn't..." "Pfft, gum is //totally// my thing, anyway..." Hannah excitedly tosses it into her mouth with no further delay. (if:!$hirogone)[ "W-what's it taste like?" asks Hiro, though he is conspicuously avoiding Wonka's gaze.](elseif:!$victoriagone)[ "Well? What's it taste like?" asks Victoria impatiently.](else:)[ Weeb needs to write something here] "Tomato soup!" Hannah perks up, smacking loudly. "It's hot and creamy, I can actually feel it running down my throat...!" Her usual reserved, sarcastic demeanor was set aside for the moment as she enjoyed the flavor. "Stop... don't..." says Wonka, deadpan. "Hey, second course... This is so cool, I can actually taste roast beef!" Her jaw works incessantly, and she rarely bothers to close her mouth. "Baked potato, too!"(if:!$hirogone)[ "T-that sounds... nice..." mumbles Hiro, as his stomach growls.] You ask her what the dessert is. "Dessert? Here it is..." She closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them wide. "Blueberry pie and ice cream! It's the most marvelous blueberry pie I've ever tasted!" (if:!$calebgone)[ "Wait, though..." says Caleb, sounding concerned. "Oh, would you shut it and let me finish, you useless pothead..." Hannah rolls her eyes and blows a bubble from the gum. "I'm trying to enjoy dessert, here! Blueberry pie is my //favorite...//"](elseif:!$victoriagone)[ "Your face... it's..." Victoria furrows her brow, looking confused. She's staring right at Hannah's nose. "Oh, shut it already, cash-for-brains..." Hannah rolls her eyes and blows a bubble from the gum. "I'm trying to enjoy dessert, here! Blueberry pie is my //favorite...//"] There, in the middle of her face, is an inky blotch that's spreading outward, getting bigger with every chew. You tell her that no, she really should take a look at her face. She begrudgingly takes out a pocket mirror, and looks into it. Finally it hits her, and she turns to Wonka. "What's the meaning of this?!" she barks, still chewing all the while. "I told you I hadn't got it quite right yet." Wonka shakes his head. "It's the blueberry pie that does it... You //may// want to consider spitting that out." Hannah's response is immediate. "No way!" As if to show off her defiance, she blows another bubble. The blue color has already covered up much of her body, all the way down to her fingertips. "This blueberry pie is //perfect...// No way I'm spitting it out! Now, fix this blue color and... //oooh...//" Suddenly, Hannah doubles over.(if:!$victoriagone)[ "Spirited little thing, isn't she..." Victoria laughs at her misfortune.] Wonka seems to only be paying half-attention. He's in his own world, a hand on his chin. "Always goes wrong when they come to the dessert... always..." "I feel... funny..." Hannah moans, a hand at her belly. If you're not mistaken, her hand seems to actually be getting pushed outward, her middle swelling up. A metal cane ending finds its way into her swelling pooch. "Yes, small surprise when you're guzzling down a full course of pie, my dear..." Hannah is just too overwhelmed to fight back. "Ooohh..." She groans and cradles her stomach in her hands as it swells inexorably outward. "W-what's happening to me...?"(if:!$victoriagone)[ Victoria seems all too happy to tease Hannah. "You're blowing up like a //balloon//, darling~"](elseif:!$hirogone)[ "She's... blowing up like a balloon..." Hiro takes a careful step back.](else:)[ You say that she looks almost like a balloon of some kind.] "A-a //balloon?!"// Hannah seems to almost chew faster as a fearful expression falls over her. Wonka has fallen back again, just watching Hannah chomp away. "Well, more like a //blueberry//... although you're certainly going to feel a stretching..."(if:!$victoriagone and !$hirogone)[ "Stick her with a pin!" Victoria calls out gleefully. Hiro seems mortified. "S-she'll pop!"] "H-help...!" Still smacking away at her gum, Hannah is swelling bigger and //rounder//. Her torso is swallowing up her arms and legs, making them into useless cones. She tries to waddle a few awkward steps, but the social media star can barely manage even that. "H-heeelp...!" "Oh well, I'll get it right in the end..." Wonka sighs and shakes his head. He plays a tune on his flute, which is quickly answered. "I want you to roll the young lady down to the juicing room, at once please." Hannah's eyes widen in shock. "Juicing room?!" she says, her jaws still working away. Her body is already nearly a complete sphere, sagging under the liquid weight but otherwise taut and sloshy. Your tour guide nods. "Oh, yes, you need to be squeezed immediately before you explode. It's a fairly simple operation." He leans back on the stool he's sitting on, as if resigned.(if:!$torigone)[ "You've got a whole //room// for this? Just what kind of factory is this...?" Tori sounds incredulous, but Wonka acts as though as he does not hear her.] "B-but..." Hannah moans, and falls silent. Her body is almost perfectly spherical now, and the oompa-loompas are circling around her. Her only response is a fat pink bubble, which snaps on her juicy cheeks. (align: "=><=")[//What do you get from chewing gum?// //A nasty habit, rude and dumb// //You couldn't fight the urge to chew// //And that is why you're huge and blue//] Hannah's face is a puffy frustrated pout as they tip her onto her side. She can do little more than flap and chew, both of which she does to the best of her limited ability.(if:!$calebgone)[ Caleb stares slack-jawed. This is a bizarre enough experience sober -- you couldn't imagine what it was like stoned.] (align: "=><=")[//A lazy, greedy, chomping cow// //That's what you're reduced to now// //We'll try to squeeze this berry out// //But, will it take? we've got our doubts//] Hannah's perfect bob cut flips about and slaps against her juicy cheeks, which wobble to the rhythm of her incessant chewing. She's still cute, though it's distorted by the divot that threatens to consume her softball-sized cheeks. She's well over ten feet wide, with her skin creaking from all the juice she's holding. (align: "=><=")[//Don't grab things, always ask first// //Else you'll chew until you burst// //We'll have to bit Hannah adieu// //What is this tour coming to?//] They roll Hannah towards the exit, whimpering and flapping all the while. You swear you heard a muffled "more" in there somewhere, though... and there's no question she's still chewing as she's taken out of sight. "Well..." Wonka looks as if he's about to make a too-obvious pun, but he stops himself. "Shall we move on?" He points towards a hallway opposite the enormous exit Hannah just left by.(set:$hannahgone to true) >[[Continue down the hallway]]

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"T-that sounds really cool...!" Hiro reaches out and grabs the gum. He's not quick, but he still manages to surprise Wonka. The tubby young man eyes his prize and says reverently, "Wow... a whole three courses in just a stick of gum..." A line of drool is starting to form at the corner of his mouth. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. I really wouldn't..." says Wonka, though he makes no move to physically stop Hiro. "It's fine, I... I'm not really a picky eater..." Hiro laughs nervously as he makes to put the gum in his mouth. He doesn't really seem to be thinking clearly, however, as his stomach growls noisily.(if:!$hannahgone)[ "Can't go one room without taking something, fatty?" Hannah blows a bubble with her gum, looking oddly... jealous?](elseif:!$torigone)[ Tori's eyes narrow as she launches a quip. "Jeez, can't go thirty minutes without a snack, huh tubby?"] Hiro blushes. "W-well... I mean..." He stammers and looks around for a moment, clearly uncomfortable with all the eyes on him. "I can't help being hungry all the time...!" Suddenly he shoves it in, and starts to chew. "Always the fat ones..." Wonka shakes his head. "Can't say I didn't warn him." Hiro narrates the courses unbidden. "Oooh... tomato soup...! I can actually feel it running down my throat!" He chews slowly, as if savoring the flavors, and rubs his belly. "I love soup..."(if:!$victoriagone)[ "Looks like you love more than just //soup//..." Victoria rolls her eyes.](elseif:!$calebgone)[ "Yeah man... me too..." Caleb just nods along, weirdly calm despite Wonka's admonishments.](else:)[ Weeb needs to write something here] Hiro looks around self-consciously for a moment, but is soon interrupted as the gum's flavor changes. "Oooh, roast beef! And a baked potato too!" He chews happily. "I really appreciate the... larger sizes, hehe..." Wonka nods. "I aim to please, but I really think you ought to spit it out before..."(if:!$hannahgone)[ "Holy shit, what's happening to his nose!" Hannah does not mince words, and cuts off Wonka with a loud shriek.](elseif:!$victoriagone)[ "His nose! Look at his nose!" Victoria shrieks, cutting Wonka off.](else:)[ tell weeb to write something here] He barely seems to notice. "Blueberry pie and... is that //ice cream//...?" Hiro moans with joy, even as the other tour guests stare at him in shock. "Ice cream is maybe the only thing I like even more than chocolate...!" You figure you have to be the one to tell him that there's a large purplish splotch on the middle of his nose, that's spreading steadily outward. "Wait... what?" Hiro nervously paws his face, where the color has already reached his neck. "I-is this true? You're... not tricking me...?" He still chomps away, his double chin jiggling like a little lump of gelatin. (if:!$victoriagone)[Victoria](elseif:!$hannahgone)[Hannah] pulls a pocket mirror out and shows it to him. "W-what's going on...?" he says to Wonka. "T-they told me that..." For a second, it looks like Hiro is about to name you. Your blood runs cold. Wonka cuts him off, though. "I told you I hadn't got it quite right yet," he says, shaking his head. You breathe a sigh of relief. Hiro can only whimper as his hands fall to his belly, which is now also blue. "I feel... f-funny..." he mumbles. (if:!$hannahgone)[ "Holy shit, the pig's blowing up!" Hannah gawks at him, her tone flippant and uncaring. "He looks like a big blue balloon..."(if:!$torigone)[ Tori seems to have more restraint, if only slightly. "Kinda rude to call him a pig... though he's definitely blowing up..."]](elseif:!$victoriagone)[ "The awful pig is blowing up like some sort of //balloon!//" Victoria says, gawking.(if:!$torigone)[ Tori seems to have more restraint, if only slightly. "Kinda rude to call him a pig... though he's definitely blowing up..."]](else:)[ Weeb needs to write something here] "Really more of a blueberry than a balloon..." says Wonka, though he still sounds unconcerned. "What's happening...?" Hiro can only chew nervously as the buttons ping off from his shirt, one by one. It's subtle, at first, but soon you can see that the flabby asian guy is getting bigger in every direction. (if:!$calebgone)[ "Is he like... getting even fatter...?" asks Caleb.](elseif:!$torigone)[ "Looks like he's getting even fatter..." Tori seems only mildly repulsed by Hiro's further size increase.](else:)[ Weeb needs to write something] This, however, does seem to actually get Wonka's notice. "Hmm... it's somewhat... different from the usual berrification process..." He walks over and pushes the tip of his cane into Hiro's wobbling gut. It yields, but neither in quite the way liquid does, nor in the way fat does. It's something... in between. "Still not going to spit it out, hmm...?" Wonka asks, something in between an honest question and a jab at Hiro's poor self control. Hiro whimpers. "B-but it's... //mnff...// s-so good...!" He's still scarfing down pie as fast as he can chew, only going more quickly with every pound packed onto his frame. He's gone from quite fat to extremely obese in perhaps a minute, with his body sagging lower and wider. He's got to be easily seven or eight hundred pounds, and climbing rapidly. An oompa-loompa taps Wonka's side. "Oh, there you are. This one actually turned out rather interestingly... I want you to take him down to the juicing room for observation."(if:!$hannahgone)[ "//Juicing room?// What're they gonna do with him there?" Hannah asks, sounding incredulous. "Well, it's unclear if squeezing will do anything... the juice inside him is all bound up with all the fat he had, you see..." Wonka stares at Hiro and rubs his chin thoughtfully. "And with all that excess flab, bursting is likely not a concern. Still, it's interesting..." Hannah just stares blankly, chomping at her gum. "Uh... sure..." She stares at Hiro and mutters something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like, "glad that wasn't me..."](elseif:!$torigone)[ "Juicing room? You guys have a whole room just for //juicing?"// Tori raises an eyebrow. "Do you deal with a lot of human blueberries?" Wonka chuckles. "Oh, heavens no..." He puts a hand to his chin, and stops himself, however. "Well, not many, at least. Useful test data!" He points the tip of his cane at Hiro. "Explosion's likely no danger, as the fat seems to have subsumed the juice somehow. Very interesting... can't wait to study him..."](else:)[ Weeb didn't write something please tell him] "Y-you're going to fix me... //mnch...// r-right...?" Hiro's glistening blue neck-rolls are pushing up into his chin, making it difficult to speak, but he still manages to chew just fine. "Fix? Oh, heavens no!" Wonka laughs as if it were some kind of joke. "I'm afraid there's been no example of reversing the process to date. Much less someone in your state..." Wonka pinches one of Hiro's berry-moobs, which produces a squirt of juice. He's so big he looks almost like a ball of fat, still sagging and roll-covered, but nevertheless taut and overall round. The oompa loompas are circling him now, though, and no amount of hand-flapping will keep them from having their song. (align: "=><=")[//A big ol' fatty, soft and blue// //What did you get yourself into?// //Your tubby gut's now filled with juice// //And what a massive blue caboose!//] The tiny men dance around Hiro, poking and prodding his fat. His clothes are barely hanging on, and his blue flesh is spilling out all over. He's still chewing the gum, however, and it only seems to be making him even fatter. (align: "=><=")[//Flabby pig, now chomping cow// //There's no reversing all this now// //We'll do everything we can do// //But you'll still be fat and blue//] They push him on his side, his whole body drooping and rolling like an enormous ball of azure dough. His rolls slap and wobble as he's spun back and forth between them. (align: "=><=")[//There's no one else that you can blame// //Only you will bear the shame// //But hey, we know what makes pigs tick// //Maybe you'll get another stick!//] You swear you hear Hiro mutter "more" as the flabby blue sack of fat rolls past you. But the song is dying down, and there's really not much for you to do. They roll Hiro towards the exit, and that is the last you see of him. (set:$hirogone to true)(if:!$hannahgone)[ A long moment passes. Hannah blows a bubble half the size of her head, and lets it snap against her cheeks. "Whoa..." she says, seeming oddly bothered.(if:!$calebgone)[ "You said it..." echoes Caleb, blinkin his bloodshot eyes.]](elseif:!$victoriagone)[ "I say it serves the little curmudgeon right! Did you all //see// how much he ate in the last room?" Victoria spreads her arms as if to say 'right?'] Wonka brushes them aside. "Well, shall we flab on?" He quickly stops and thinks for a moment. "Wait... that doesn't work. In any case, let's head to the next room!" He heads for an exit down a hallway, different from the one Hiro left by. >[[Continue down the hallway]]

"Yes, I think I'll be taking that~" Victoria extends an ivory hand to yank the strip from Wonka's hand. "I've heard all about this very //special// piece of gum..." She holds it up to the light, inspecting it. Wonka's gaze is resolute. "Then you know the dessert is quite defective, and not fit for human trials." "I know that I'll be the first person in the world to have a whole chewing gum meal~" Victoria giggles in a girlish fashion. "Oh, lighten up. What's the matter, it's just a stick of gum..." With no further delay, she pops it into her mouth and begins to chew.(if:!$hannahgone)[ It might just be your imagination, but Hannah looks almost jealous.](if:!$hirogone)[ "W-what's it taste like?" asks Hiro, stammering as usual.](elseif:!$torigone)[ Tori seems a little put off by the haughty Brit's attitude, but she //is// curious. "Does it at least taste good?"](else:)[ Weeb needs to write something here, please tell him!] "It's wonderful! Tomato soup, I can feel it running down my throat, it's just //marvelous!//" She seems at least as excited by the attention as by the taste of the gum. "Stop... don't..." Wonka says, deadpan. Victoria doesn't seem done, however. "Is this... roast beef?" She smacks away, tilting her head to the side. "Oh, it doesn't hold a candle to what they have in Paris, but I suppose it'll do..." The walking crystallization of affectation makes sure to pronounce the city's name with the French pronunciation.(if:!$hannahgone)[ Chewing on her own piece, Hannah mutters, "Figures the dumb bitch'd act all condescending... Not like I wanted to try it or anything..."] Wonka shakes his head. "Yes, it's just, as I already informed you, it's not quite right when it gets to the..." Suddenly, Victoria's eyes light up. "Blueberry pie and ice cream!" The wealthy heiress coos with delight and blows a large pink bubble. "Yes, that part," says Wonka with a sigh. He takes a flute from his breast pocket, and plays a little tune.(if:!$calebgone)[ "What's up with your nose...?" His eyes half-lidded, Caleb sticks out a hand right in front of Victoria's face. Victoria snaps, slapping away his hand. "Let me finish, you half-brained degenerate!" she screeches.](elseif:!$hirogone)[ "Your nose is... d-doing something weird..." mutters Hiro, his eyes widening. "What the devil are you on about?" Victoria wrinkles up her nose and scowls at the tubby asian. "Pipe down, and let me finish!"](else:)[ Weeb needs to write something here, let him know! sorry] You tell her that no, there's definitely something strange. In the center of her sculpted ivory face, a dark blue splotch is spreading out from her nose. It's getting bigger with every chew, in all directions at once. "I'll have none of these ridiculous pranks while I'm... //Nmphh...// enjoying my dessert..." Her aristocratic manners are forgotten as she speaks with her mouth full. She pulls out a pocket mirror, however, which makes her chewing stop for a moment. "What the... I'm //blue!//" she cries, glaring at Wonka. Her chewing resumes quickly, however, still hungry for more blueberry pie. "What's happening to me? I demand you answer this... //mmfff...// Inshtant!" "It always goes wrong when they come to the dessert... always..." Wonka is still just shaking his head. It does not seem to please Victoria. "I //know// that, you aging oaf-- //Oooh...//" Suddenly she doubles over, clutching her middle. It's subtle, but her tailored outfit no longer seems to sit so well on her chiseled frame.(if:!$torigone)[ "Holy crap, she's getting fatter!" shouts Tori, pointing in shock. Sure enough, Victoria's body is getting bigger, but it doesn't quite seem like //fat//...](elseif:!$hannahgone)[ "Whoa, the spoiled bitch is porking up!" Hannah seems almost giddy now, smacking her gum loudly and giggling. Sure enough, Victoria's body is getting bigger, but it doesn't quite seem like //fat//...](else:)[ Weeb needs to write something here!] Victoria's attention drops to her middle, which is steadily swelling outwards, in one smooth curve. It immediately bumps up against her fashionable outfit, being constrained like cords around a zeppelin. "I'm... blowing up like a balloon...!" she cries. "Like a blueberry," says Wonka dryly.(if:!$hannahgone)[ "Maybe we could stick her with a pin, lol..." Hannah's gum snaps against her cheeks. You tell her that would almost surely mean she'd burst.](elseif:!$torigone)[ Tori's earlier concern gives way to derision. "You could stick a pin in her, heh..." she says, chuckling. You tell her it means she would probably burst.] "B-burst?!" Victoria's eyes grow wide. The gum is delicious, and she can hardly keep herself from chewing as her body swells into a clumsy half-sphere. Her clothes burst from her body in a series of loud //snaps//, much too tight for her bloated frame. She's almost completely naked. Not only that, her breasts swell from tiny A-cups to massive sloshing spheres, perhaps the most dramatic thing to happen to her. "Yes, well, I did warn you..." Wonka turns to an oompa-loompa who has appeared beside him. "Would you roll the young blueberry down to the bursting room, at once, please?"(if:!$hannahgone)[ "What're they gonna do with her there?" asks Hannah, sounding (un?)surprisingly unperturbed.](elseif:!$hirogone)[ "W-what are they gonna do there?" Hiro is obviously on pins and needles, cold sweat running down his fleshy cheeks.] "Keep her comfortable until she inevitably..." Wonka starts to say, when suddenly Victoria does something surprising. "N-no!" With a might //pweh//, a pinkish wad flies from her mouth, over the swelling curve of her body. Still blue, huge, and nearly spherical, Victoria nevertheless cries trumphantly, "I... I did it...! I spit it out!" Wonka's eyebrows raise. "I suppose I //did// manage to warn you, after all..." For just a moment, you swear he seems... disappointed. But you put it aside for now. "Well, the effects are still quite permanent, even if explosion has become a great deal less likely." "W-what?!" Victoria flaps her hands, and takes a shuffling step towards Wonka. The oompa loompas surround her. All her aristocratic grace is now gone, reduced to a tottering ball of juice. "B-but I... I can't... I'm not a //blueberry...!//" "The evidence suggests otherwise, my dear." Wonka puts his hands on his cane, and watches as the oompa loompas start to sing. (align: "=><=")[//Far too rich, and spoiled rotten// //Your manners left all quite forgotten// //Though you may yet stay intact// //You're still a berry, that's a fact//] Victoria whimpers as the loompas press their hands into her side. You see her wailing some form of incoherent protest, but the once-haughty heiress can do nothing to keep herself from being played with like an enormous blue ball. (align: "=><=")[//You took the gum and ate the pie// //Though it's hard to say just why// //We'll squeeze and squeeze you every day// //But your size is here to stay//] "N-not a... //mnff...// b-blueberry...!" Victoria howls, her hair flipping about as she is shoved by the team of loompas. (align: "=><=")[//Victoria, you should be glad!// //You used to spend every day mad// //But now you've finally found some use// //You're bound to make a lot of juice!//] Victoria's swelling is slowing, though she is rather taut at some seven or eight feet across. Her cheeks are pushed up into her vision by her own body, stained scarlet in a mixture of rage and shame. "F-fiksh... me...!" she grunts, still thrashing about as best a helpless blueberry can. She continues to fight even as she's rolled out of sight. "Well, no point in staying around here..." says Wonka, collecting himself. He heads towards an exit different from the one they rolled Victoria towards, down a hallway.(if:!$hannahgone)[ You swear you hear Hannah mutter, "Boy... dodged a bullet there..."] (set:$victoriagone to true) >[[Continue down the hallway]]

"Whoa... I like... almost didn't even recognize you..." Caleb's jaw hangs open in shock as he stares at you. His jaw seems to //always// be open in shock, but still. Hannah grins as she smacks her gum, looking down at you. "I //knew// they were the type to fuck things up..." Your belly isn't stopping at what you've already drunk. It seems to be growing even bigger, swelling inexorably like a balloon on the end of a hot chocolate spigot. You whimper helplessly, half because you're now quite pinned by your own mammoth middle, and half because you're still //desperately// craving more of that chocolate...(if: !!$toristuffed)[ "Heh, serves you right, fatass." Tori glowers at you, trying to hide the wobbling middle you gave her earlier.] A stern, disappointed look on his face, Wonka pokes your turgid dome with the tip of his cane. "Oh dear, they've certainly drank quite a lot... With the replication factor around fifty-six... hmm..." Wonka looks at you, then over at a glass pipe that dangles from the ceiling above the chocolate river. "I suppose they might fit..." It's not stopping at just your middle, either. Your whole body is starting to be filled up with the stuff. (if:$fatlevel > 2.5)[Your many wobbling rolls grow tight and full, stretched out by the chocolate as it expands.]You're filled a feeling of gentle warmth and sweetness, even as your skin creaks tighter and tighter. Before you know it, you see them around you. Tiny figures, circling about you and staring. Though your chin(if:$fatlevel>1.5)[s] are pushed up by the swelling curve of your torso, you manage to ask Wonka what's going on. "Well, my greedy blimp of a guest," Wonka says, again poking near your exposed navel. You blush with embarrassment. "Now that you've guzzled down so much of my delicious chocolate river, I have no choice but to bid you adieu. The loompas will be looking after you... assuming you fit up the pipe, that is. You're much too big to even think about $moveverbing. Your whole form is nearly spherical, with your arms and legs reduced to clumsy cones. The chocolate inside you is still expanding, and you can feel yourself stretching like an enormous toy balloon. There's so much of it, you can even see your skin darken in shade. "T-they're... t-turning into chocolate...!" Hiro says, sounding only somewhat worryingly excited. Wonka has a hand at his chin. "Hmm... Something like that, yes..." The oompa loompas are starting to sing. (align: "=><=")[//From slim and thin to round and wide// //A big fat blimp from side to side// //Still clamoring for something sweet?// //Let's get you a chocolate treat!//] Behind you, you can hear the jeers of the other guests. Some of them sound worried, but others are outright snide. {(live: 2s)[ (either: "Wow, they look like a huge bonbon...", "Pfft... what a greedy brat!", "They look round enough to roll!", "Serves them right!") ]} You feel a half-dozen hands on your back tip you forward onto your belly. You realize with a start that this is the direction of the river. You flap your hands, though even you aren't sure whether it's to stop them or encourage them. With a wet //splrsh//, the sphere that is your body splashes into the river head-first. Immediately, you open your bulging cheeks to suck up as much of the sweet stuff as you can, and it's not long before you can feel yourself begin to grow inexorably once more. You hardly care, however. The renewed flavor of the chocolate has your conscious thought receding, and all you can think about is guzzling down whatever your greedy gullet can hold. (align: "=><=")[//That chocolate is tasty stuff// //Those who drink, can't get enough// //But, enough with all that hype// //It's time to send them up the pipe!//] You feel something cold and hard touch you from above, applying suction, but your face is still down in the soup. Then you're moving upward, and you can see something through the murk -- the whole of the chocolate room, sinking beneath you as you're pulled upward. But your mouth is still downward, and you feel yourself creak and stretch as you can't help but guzzle down even more of the delicious chocolate liquid. You grow bigger and tighter, as your upward movement slows -- you're getting stuck. (align: "=><=")[//Oh dear, it seems the blimp is caught// //They're fat and round and oh-so-taut// //Still sucking down their chocolate prize// //Can the pipe contain their size?//] //Crrrkk...// You can't tell if it's your own body or the pipe, but something is about to give. The tightness is starting to overwhelm even the incredible pleasant sensation of the chocolate inside you. Still you want more, greedily gulping as much as you can from where you are inside the pipe. Finally, it could hold no longer. With a mighty hissing and spraying of highly-pressurized chocolate (much of which is still stretching you bigger and bigger), the pipe finally shatters, sending you tumbling back to the chocolate river. "They're gonna pop!" someone cries, and you can do little but flap your tiny hands as the gigantic balloon of your body splashes into the river. But you don't pop. You're bobbing there head-up now, halfway supported amongst the waves... and soon enough, you strike bottom. You flap helplessly, trying to get your face close to the drink, hungry as you are. (align: "=><=")[//Even the pipe can't hold their greed!// //This fat balloon who needs to feed// //Falling back in chocolate stew// //Now they start to grow anew...//] Their tune dies off. Your cheeks are massive chocolate spheres making it difficult to even see what's going on on the bank, but you can make out the others heading away from you. "Well, no point in staying here..." Wonka says. "Why not? A-are you just going to leave them?" Hiro asks nervously. Wonka shrugs. "The pipe is really the only way I have of transporting someone so... large. They're going to be stuck here for quite a while..." He pauses to think, eyeing you. Your dramatically overstretched gut creaks, and think about how good it would be if you could just get even one more mouthful of that delicious chocolate. He continues. "I suppose it's fine though. I mean, at this point, they're really hardly human, in any case..." You whimper and flap your hands, but that's all you can do now. You're twenty feet wide and fifteen feet tall, an impossibly overstretched sphere of chocolatey goodness. And, if you're not mistaken, it really looks like the river is starting to go down, while you're still growing... CHOCOLATE BALLOON END

What else is there to do but wait for help? You were already pretty fat before eating the pecans, but now you're a virtual blimp. Your belly is sagging all the way down to your knees and beyond, making it a challenge to take even a single step. As you whimper and oink pathetically, a small orange man appears beside Wonka. "I want you to take our disobedient guest down to the barnyard, at once, please," he says, speaking as if you aren't ten feet away from him and perfectly able to hear everything he says, despite your strange transformation and rapid weight gain. Hannah's bubble snaps against her cheeks as she turns to Wonka. "Barnyard? What're they gonna do to 'em there?" "Oh, I suppose, make them comfortable, handle any needs they have... Whatever pig-humans do in a barnyard?" Wonka shrugs. "Eat, primarily. Those who fall under the effects of the pig pecans do tend to have quite an appetite..." Your stomach growls loudly as if to emphasize the point. You would reach for more of the pig pecans, if you could reach them. But you're far too fat to even lift your lard-bag arms up past your head, much less reach for the higher pecans. Victoria seems mildly wary of you, keeping a distance as she glares. She does seem mildly worried, however, as she asks Wonka, "You're not going to... //fix// them...?" "Fix?" Wonka appears confused for a moment, but then he chuckles. "Oh, heavens no. They're quite stuck like this, I'm afraid. But that's what you get for eating things that are clearly marked!" He taps his cane against the dirt. "But never fear, my workers here, the oompa-loompas, will be helping you adjust to your new life as soon as possible!" A mild panic grips you as these 'oompa-loompas' approach you. To your surprise, they're... //singing//...? (align: "=><=")[//Once a human, now a pig// //Growing fat and soft and big// //The absolute gluttony model// //Much too round to even waddle//] They urge you from the front and back, tugging you and urging you to follow. You can hardly resist, but you can't quite comply, either. Waddling is becoming an insurmountable challenge as the hundreds of pounds of pig fat that swaddle your frame get heavier and heavier. (align: "=><=")[//What's the matter, piggy-brains?// //Is lifting yourself such a strain?// //At gaining weight, you've got a gift// //So fat that you need a lift!//] Finally, with a soft sloshing sound, your piggy bulk tumbles to the sugar-grass. You're wheezing and puffing with the effort, as the oompa loompas dance around you. Some of them even offer you snacks, which you take without hesitation, though you do at least blush at the comments from the other guests. {(live: 2s)[ (either: "Wow, I can hardly recognize them. They really are a pig...", "Pfft... what a greedy brat!", "Weren't they like... normal when they came in?", "It almost looks like they're enjoying it...") ]} Your shame becomes utter mortifcation as you see the oompa loompa driving the forklift up to where you rest in a heap. You're so fat this is the only way you can move now, you realize. Something about that knowledge makes you want another snack. The oompa loompas seem only too happy to keep feeding you, even as the forklift slides itself beneath you gently. (align: "=><=")[//Let's get this porker to the sty// //Stuff them good, before they cry// //Such a mindless greedy brat// //Will surely grow quite nice and fat!//] As you're lifted up and carried away, the question of what it is pigs are usually raised for is far from your mind... PIG TF END

(if: $fatlevel>4.5)[(go-to: "fat berry")]\ (else:)[(go-to: "chewing the gum")]

No one's looking, and this gum is something you just can't go without trying. You could do it really quick, see if it works, then hide it later, you think. There's plenty of hidden surfaces to stick it to afterwards. You waddle around as stealthily as you can with your bloated mess of a body, where you find a quiet corner of the inventing room. You take the gum, and pop it in your mouth. Tomato soup flavor washes over your taste buds, hot and creamy. Not only that, it's as though it's really filling you up, just like Wonka said. It's all you can do not to rave about it aloud. This thing isn't defective, it's //perfect!// The next course is tender roast beef and a baked potato, loaded with butter and wonderfully dense. It's almost enough to satisfy the powerful hunger you've developed since coming on this tour, though your stomach still grumbles for more. Somehow each flavor is perfectly distinct, despite it being just a single piece of gum. You chew faster and faster, your triplet of chins jiggling, as you race to get to the dessert. A thought briefly flashes through your mind -- //Wait, wasn't that when Wonka said it goes wrong...?// But that thought is just as soon forgotten when the pie starts. Whole wonderful dessert trays loaded with them, sweet and rich and heaped with whipped cream. You can't help yourself from moaning aloud as you smack with abandon, absentmindedly fondling your sagging belly apron. From the corner of your eye, you see an oompa-loompa scurry away from you. You've been seen. //Who cares,// you think. What's the worst that could happen now? You've already gotten to taste all the courses, and they were all absolutely perfect. Well, still //are// perfect, anyway. The blueberry pie is still coming strong, and you can't get enough of it. You even blow a large bubble, savoring the delicious flavor. It takes a lot to satisfy someone as greedy as you. No amount of treats from the chocolate room was enough, and you managed to eat until you were far fatter than even Hiro. But this gum is going, and going, and going -- you're chomping down blueberry pies like there's no tomorrow, so delicious that you're moaning aloud at how wonderfully //full// they're making you. Maybe even a little... //too// full...? If there even is such a thing for someone with your gluttonous appetite. All that lovely rumination on your own capacity for gluttony is put to a halt, however, when you look down and see your own gut. Your own massive, blue gut. It's even bigger than it already was, sagging down to your shins, and the whole thing is a dark shade of purplish-violet. The same color is everywhere else you can see, on your arms and chest, probably on your face as well. And, if you're not mistaken, your stomach is definite getting bigger with... with every smack of the gum... //The gum!// The obvious realization hits you all at once. The gum is what's doing this to you, though you aren't entirely sure what //'this'// is. What you do know is that your stomach is swelling outwards, threatening to rob the last vestiges of mobility left to you. Just as you think you're probably past the point of standing, you hear a voice. "There they are!" Wonka says, dashing over towards you. The rest of the group is following behind him. "What on earth have you done?! Did you touch my gum machine?" He sounds more than just a little irritated. Without thinking, you tell him that no, you haven't. All the while, you're getting even fatter, your glistening blue chins sliding past one another with every delicious chew. (if: !$hannahgone)[ "Eesh, are they seriously trying to deny it?" Hannah giggles with a smug grin, and blows a bubble herself.](if: !$victoriagone)[ Victoria points and scowls at you. "Look at the dumb cow, they're still chewing it!"]You blush with embarrassment. You can hardly help it, it just tastes so good! Even if you could spit it out, you're not sure you could muster up the will to do so. You finally plop to the floor with a sloshing, wobbling sort of sound. Not quite liquid, but neither fully fat, either. "Hmm... this //is// odd..." Wonka walks up and pokes your exposed gut with the tip of his cane. It wobbles like blueberry gelatin, dense but yielding. "Your tremendously obese body seems to have triggered a reaction in the gum... hmmm..." He takes out his flute and plays a tune on it. The growth is spreading to other parts, too. Your back rounds out, but you stay soft and sloshy, making you spread out almost like a flabby waterbed. You're easily seven or eight feet across, and you feel like you weigh a ton. Between greedy chews, you ask Wonka what's going to happen to you. "Well, if we can get you taut enough to roll, the juicing room might be an option... although we're a bit late for that..." He pinches your berry-flab, and you blush a bluish scarlet. "And somehow I doubt you're ever going to firm up. And liquid is much too heavy to be carried, so..." He twirls about. "And given that you're such a //valuable// research subject now... We'll be keeping you in the inventing room... indefinitely." //Indefinitely?!// The quarter-section of your brain that isn't utterly addicted to the blueberry pie cries out in shock. You see Wonka speaking to a loompa beside him. "Yes, yes over by the gum machine... I'd like to run a few more tests..." You want to hear more, but the oompa-loompas are starting to sing. (align: "=><=")[//Fat as a pig, dumb as a cow// //We knew they'd meet their end somehow// //Big as a house and soft as dough// //Let's see if we can make them go//] They get behind you and shove you sideways, trying to tip you over. You flap your flabby berry-bag arms, but it's no use. You manage to slosh over like a sack of half-melted butter, your rolls slapping up against each other. (align: "=><=")[//Moving like this, it takes some work// //But our duties, we'd never shirk// //We'll make this sack of berry fat// //Get somewhere nice for growing fat//] The sliver of your brain that cared about anything other than getting more of this tasty gum is rapidly vanishing into nothing, as they continue sloshing you towards the gum machine. (align: "=><=")[//Moving like this, it takes some work// //But our duties, we'd never shirk// //We'll make this sack of berry fat// //Get somewhere nice for growing fat//] The song starts to die down as you come to a rest beside the machine. Your hair is a mess, your berry-fat rolls are splayed out about you like a hill of glistening blue dough. You hear one of them press the button, and you wiggle your arms as best you can in a show of excitement. They're going to get you another piece! You hear Wonka talking to the other guests. "We should really be moving on. Lots more to see..." It's almost no time at all, but it feels torturously long before the oompa loopa pushes a fresh stick between your greedy jowls... BERRY FAT END

As soon as hiro's swallowed one of the pig pecans, he's reaching for another. "Mnff... Hey, theshe are... //nglp...// really good!" he says, spraying crumbs from his chubby cheeks. You watch with fascination to see why these were marked 'do not eat'. At first, they seem like any other crazy treat out here, delicious as hell and addictive, but otherwise ordinary. Hiro is wolfing down anything he can grab, as if starving. But then, you notice something odd. The young man's ears are looking more... //triangular// than before? That's not all, either. His whole body seems to be growing fatter, even as you watch. "//Snrk...// mnch... nglp..." Hiro's timid demeanor is all but gone as he snorts and gulps as fast as his gullet will let him. Other things are looking strange -- his nose is flattening out, and above his rear, there's an unmistakable curly protrusion. Hiro is turning into a pig. What's more, he appears to actually getting fatter as you watch. It takes him a moment to notice. "//Nmphh...// Hwha...?" He looks down at his belly, which is slowly spilling further out of his button-down shirt with every passing second. Then he notices his own nose, touching it in shock. "What's... //oink//... happening to me?" You shake your head and say you have no idea. You just wanted to show him something cool! "W-were these marked... //oink//... do not touch...?" His voice is filled with worry, but he can't seem to help but oink and grunt compulsively. His transformation seems to have stopped at a half-man, half-pig stage, though his fattening is accelerating if anything. Hiro was maybe three hundred pounds or so earlier, but that's nothing compared to the bulging marshmallow-ball that he is now. His belly is a pinkish apron of flab that goes down past his knees, while his buttocks counterbalance him on the other side, equally huge. His arms are draped against his swelling hips, which are getting wider and lower with alarming rapidity. His whole body is fluffing up like a pastry bag taking on frosting, with even his triplet of chin rolls becoming full and droopy. Before you can answer Hiro's question, Wonka comes charging up. "One of the oompa-loompas called me and... Oh, you //must// be joking..." He glares at Hiro. "Did you not only smash the 'do not eat' signs, but then actually went and disobeyed them, too? Have you no shame?!" Hiro whimpers and tries to mutter something, but the overwhelming embarrassment and the physical encumberment of his own flab make his words hard to comprehend. "N-no... //Hnrnk...// I was in the... //hfff///... Cocoa cave, and... t-they...!" he starts to point at you, and panic rises up inside you as you realize they might figure it out. You're lucky, though. Before he can indicate who it was that led him here, his arm plops back against his side as his stomach lets out a gurgle. "//Oooh...// so //hungry//..." "A million things to sample, and you //have// to try one of the only things you're not allowed to..." Wonka shakes his head and pulls out a flute, playing a tune on it. "Somehow I had a suspicion it'd be the fat one..." The other tour guests are starting to gather. Tori looks at Hiro, who has now fallen onto his beanbag-chair buttocks and is expanding out of control, and says, "Yeah, I think I know what you mean..." "Tasty-looking pecans, though..." says Caleb, eyeing one and apparently not realizing the connection. Wonka hurriedly discourages him with his cane. "No, no! I so wished to make it through without incident... But I suppose reality is not so kind..." Wonka sighs, and leans down to speak to an orange man who has just appeared at his side. A strange orange man appears at Wonka's side. "Get him down to the barnyard, as quickly as you can, and make the young pig comfortable," he says, nodding slowly for confirmation. The little man reciprocates the gesture. Hannah did not wait for the worker to be out of earshot before asking loudly, "What the heck are //those//...?" "'Those'..." Wonka raised his eyebrows, looking irritated. "Are my oompa-loompas, lifeblood of my factory. And they're going to be what helps our disobedient guest here..." He takes the tip of his cane and hefts one of the myriad tiny rolls that cover Hiro's flabby body, letting it plop down like a sack of pudding. (set:$loompasseen to true) "//H-help...?//" Hiro whimpers nervously as several more of these 'oompa-loompas' are surrounding him. "Are they... //singing//...?" Victoria tilts her head and puts her hands on her hips in a perfect contrapposto. A beat seems to come as if out of nowhere. Surprisingly, Wonka seems almost nonchalant. He chuckles and says, "They do so //love// mischief..." (align: "=><=")[//Gone and disobeyed the rules// //It seems this tour's filled with fools// //Since you went and ate these nuts// //You're just a pig, no ands or buts!//] Perhaps it's just your guilty conscience working, but you swear Hiro is trying desperately to point at you. He's still getting fatter and fatter, though, beyond what ought to be possible for any ordinary person, making even that basic gesture a challenge. Immobility sets in rapidly, then all of him just starts accumulating fat, like a swelling balloon filled with suet. Even his fingers and toes fill up with the piggy fat, becoming clumsy and taut. The loompas dance around him in an almost ritual fashion, beginning to lift and tug him forward. (align: "=><=")[//Much too fat to lift an arm// //You belong down on the farm// //There you can just eat and sleep// //The road to thin is looking steep//] "P-pleashe... //hff...//" Hiro mumbles and moans as he's half-dragged along in an awkward waddle. His bulk is shuffling and slapping up against himself, while his piggy nostrils wheeze and gasp for air. Still, you notice his eyes are starting to look a bit hazy. "Please... //haahh...// M-more..." A thin line of drool drips down from Hiro's lips. (align: "=><=")[//Accepted now your life of lard?// //There, was that really so hard?// //Say goodbye to all your friends// //You're headed to the piggy pens//] Finally, the loompas bring out a large palanquin, big enough for the small crowd of workers to heft Hiro's wobbling bulk. Some of them are climbing on top of him, pushing various treats into his butter-sack cheeks. If you're not mistaken, at least a few of them are holding even more pig pecans... The music dies down as Hiro is taken away. "Well... that sure was something..." says Tori, her brow furrowed. "But what a //glutton//..."(if: !!$toristuffed)[ She makes no secret of glaring at you as she rubs her wobbling pooch.] Wonka nods. "Yes, well, all in the contract, and all that..." He turns toward the river, and extends a hand. "I think it's time we move on here, hm?" At a brisk walk, he heads that way. This whole scene was insane, but... you figure there's really not much else to do but [[Follow him->To the inventing room]](set:$hirogone to true)

(set: $currentarea to 4)"Well, that was fun, wouldn't you say?" Wonka seems almost impossibly chipper as he leads your group down the hallway. (if:!$torigone)[ "I dunno about that..." Tori turns to look back over her shoulder, where the inventing room is slowly moving out of sight. "This whole place is starting to give me the creeps."](elseif: !$victoriagone)[ "This whole factory is just //dreadful//..." Victoria mutters to herself, barely even trying to hide her insolence from Wonka.](else:)[ You tell Wonka that although it's been fun, this place seems rather... dangerous.] "Oh, well, that's the cost of doing business!(if:$tourcount is $totalcount)[ But at least you're all safe so far!" You ignore the fact that Wonka added 'so far', and continue $moveverbing along.](else:)[ A naughty guest or three might have unfortunately had to leave us, but we will press on undaunted!" Wonka is practically dancing in front of the group, he seems so energized. You continue to $moveverb down the hallway, heading somewhere as-yet-unknown.] >[[To the pastry room]]

You tell Wonka you've seen enough. He shrugs. "Very well then. Let's gather the others." A few minutes later, everyone's together again. (if:!$hannahgone)["Moving on already?" Hannah says, blowing an idle bubble.] "If the inventing room wasn't to your liking, I do apologize..." Wonka tips his hat. "But there's still plenty more to see. Now, if you'll follow me..." He heads towards an exit of the inventing room, leading to a long hallway. >[[Continue down the hallway]](set:$gumskipped to true)

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Hannah likes gum, obviously. This kinda seems like her thing, and you want to be the one to tell her about it. It takes a second to get her attention, but you tell her that the machine over there makes some kind of special three-course meal gum, that no one's ever tried before. Her eyes light up, like sapphires in sunlight. "Wait, what three courses?" is the first question out of her mouth. You tell her what you remember. That is, tomato soup, roast beef, and blueberry pie. A girlish squeal echoes through the chamber. "Blueberry pie, are you //serious?// That's my favorite dessert...!" Her eyes lock on to the gum machine with utter fixation, and before you can say another word, she's dashing off. "Thanks!" she says, leaving you. This is probably fine, right...? (set: $hannahexplodes to true)\ (display: "invnav")

(set:$inv to $inv-(a:"Tripping twig"))"Very good then!" You make to hand the twig over to Wonka, but shockingly, it's already out of your possession. When did he grab it? In any case, he points you over towards a corner you hadn't paid much attention to. There's what appears to be some sort of... tank? It's chrome and fifteen feet tall, its surface just burnished metal. But there are a myriad of constraints of every kind wrapped around it, everything from duct tape and steel bands to twine and seatbelts. It seems to be bulging. You ask him what it is. "Well, you're the curious one going around picking up twigs to trip people, hm?" Wonka's grin dances from one side of his face to other like a cheshire cat's. "Why don't you go figure it out?"(set:$cakelearned to true) (display: "wonkanav") (display: "invnav")

(if:((passage:)'s name is not "Creamery"))[>[[Creamery]] ](if:((passage:)'s name is not "Bakery"))[>[[Bakery]] ](if:((passage:)'s name is not "wonka in bakery"))[>[(link: "Chat with Wonka")[(goto:"wonka in bakery")]]\ ](if: !!$cooplearned and ((passage:)'s name is not "Golden Egg Coop") and ((passage:)'s name is not "Take a peek in the coop"))[ >[[Golden Egg Coop]] ]

You $moveverb over to the cows you spotted earlier.(if: $fatlevel >3)[ More than one oompa loompa bumps into you as you try to navigate your newfound blubber through the bustling factory floor. They don't seem bothered, however -- one even gives you a knowing smile, as he rubs your belly apologetically. You can't help but feel a little humiliated, but there's cows to investigate. No time to waste.](else:)[ You dodge oompa loompas as you go -- the factory floor is very busy, but you manage. It's time to check out some cows.] (if: !$hannahgone and !$victoriagone)[Hannah and Victoria are already checking it out, albeit with both of them pointedly ignoring each other.](elseif: !$hannahgone)[Hannah is there already, smacking her gum with a bored look on her face.](elseif:!$victoriagone)[Victoria is checking them out already, though her disgust is still plain to see.](else:)[There's no one else here. Might as well take a look.] Low stall doors, each of them with a cow visible behind it, stretch out as far as you can see into the distance. Oompa loompas walk up and down the rows, taking notes, moving in and out, and generally... doing whatever it is they do in this part of the factory. There's a sign saying not to touch any of the cows, and another saying not to go too far down the hall, but otherwise, you're free to look around. (display: "creamerynav") (display: "pastrynav")

The smell of rising dough has you $moveverbing over towards the bakery section of the pastry room. There's great industrial ovens, oompa loompas pushing carts loaded with fresh-baked goods, and an overpowering delicious scent permeating everything. It's like the inventing room, but with bread. (if: !$hirogone)[Hiro is there already, eyeing the carbs with a hungry look. You are //shocked//.](elseif:!$torigone)[Tori is already there. She seems fixated on all the carbs around her, but the look on her face is tense. It's as if she's weighing some very difficult options in her head.(if:!!$toristuffed)[ As she rubs her potbelly, she notices you, and flashes you another hateful look. She hasn't forgotten.]](else:)[There's no one else here. Might as well take a look.] There's been some sort of display set up, apparently in preparation for your tour. A table is marked with a sign saying "FREE SAMPLES -- ONE EACH PLEASE" in a font that manages, somehow, to be both whimsical and authoritative. Weirdly though, the samples appear to be... dough? Like, they're just... unbaked wads of dough. Not even shaped, as if someone had grabbed random hunks and thrown it onto this table. Still, knowing this factory, you've little doubt that they're probably worth trying. >[[Eat one sample of the dough]](if:!$hirogone)[ >[[Talk with Hiro about the bakery]]](elseif:!$torigone)[ >[[Talk with Tori about the bakery]]] (display: "pastrynav")

(if:!$victoriagone and ((passage:)'s name is not "victoriacreamery"))[>(link: "Talk to Victoria")[(goto:"victoriacreamery")] ]\ (if:!$hannahgone and ((passage:)'s name is not "hannahcreamery"))[[[Talk to Hannah->hannahcreamery]] ]\ (if:!$hannahgone and ((passage:)'s name is not "Check out the empty stall"))[>[[Check out the empty stall]]]

You walk over to Victoria, who doesn't seem to notice your approach. Or maybe she just doesn't want to acknowledge you before she's forced to -- it's hard to say. Either way, you try to make some conversation. (if:$tourcount < $totalcount)[(link: "Talk about missing guests")[(goto:"victoria missing guests")]](else:)[(link: "Talk about the room")[(goto:"victoria and the pastry room")]]

Her back still turned to her, you ask her what she thinks of the room. Having her opinion asked is the one thing that is sure to get Victoria to speak. She grunts dismissively, her eyes still locked on the cow in front of her. "Filthy creatures, filthy room, filthy factory..." You can see her nose wrinkle, but her eyes are twinkling with something else. "...I wonder what it would cost to have daddy buy it for me..." she mutters, under her breath. You try to make some more conversation, but she doesn't seem interested. Victoria doesn't seem like the type to be convinced directly. Might as well head back. (display:"creamerynav") (display: "pastrynav")

You figure you might as well go with the obvious topic. This factory seems dangerous as hell. With her back still turned to her, you offhandedly mention just how crazy some of the things you've seen here are. Victoria scoffs, however. "Imbeciles get what they deserve, nothing more," she says, with a dismissive //hmph//. "...I wonder if daddy would buy this chocolate factory for me..." she mutters to herself. It doesn't seem like she's easily convinced. Best head back. (display:"creamerynav") (display: "pastrynav")

Door after door goes by as your group continues. (if: !$calebgone)[ "Guys... I don't mean to alarm you... but..." Caleb's mouth hangs open, and he's looking from one side of the hall to the other. "I think I may be hallucinating a hallway with like... seventy identical doors..." He seems genuinely confused. "And also that I'm like, in a chocolate factory..." Everyone seems perfectly happy to ignore him for now.](elseif: !$victoriagone)[ "I swear if I get a single blister on my heel from all this walking..." Victoria hisses and glares at the back of Wonka's head, but the chocolatier acts as though he did not hear her. This seems to particularly enrage the heiress, and she barks, "Are you listening to me, you batty old kook?! I said, if we keep walking forever, I swear I will--"](else:)[None of them are labeled, but Wonka doesn't seem confused. You $moveverb along, unsure of what might be waiting for you. Until...] Suddenly, Wonka stops dead still. "Ah, here we are," he says, abruptly turning and facing one of the many doors that you've gone past. It looks exactly like all the others, no identifying marks to be seen. Wonka does not seem hesitant, and confidently strides over to the door. (if:!$hannahgone)[ Hannah pops her gum and tilts her head to the side. "So... what is it...?"](elseif:!$hirogone)[ "Um, so..." Hiro fidgets nervously, his breathing elevated from the long walk. The tubby guy does not seem to get much exercise. "W-what is this, exactly?"](else:)[ You look around, seeing if there's something you've missed. No way he just memorized all those, right? But he sure seems confident... you ask him where you are.] Wonka's close-lipped grin wiggles as he looks over the group. "This, my dear friends..." He pushes in on the door, which swings inward easily. A warm, yeasty scent flows out into the hall, tingling your nose. Wonka adjusts his hat and taps his cane proudly. "...Is the pastry room!" You are led inside, along with the others, finding yourself in yet another impossible room. Everywhere there's bread and baked goods of all kind -- fluffy croissants, triple-decker cakes, buns as big as your head, all being carried about by an army of little orange workers. It's noisy -- steam shooting out of jets that come from the walls, sloshing fluids rushing through myriad hoses that dangle from the ceiling, and what sounds like... animal noises? One corner of the room seems to be a *barn*, of all things, with stalls lined up full of black-and-white cows. It's hard to tell at a distance, but it seems as ordinary as any dairy anywhere, were it not deep in the bowels of a fantastical chocolate factory.(if:!$victoriagone)[ "Such vile creatures... I swear I can smell them from over here..." Victoria wrinkles her nose in barely-disguised disgust.](elseif:!$torigone)[ Tori smirks as the cattle catch her eye. "Where do you even put all the gas from them..." she says with a chuckle.](else:)[ You can hardly help but stare.] "Ah, I see you've noticed my cream production facilities!" Wonka says, still beaming. "Very important for candy fillings -- there's a never-ending demand for cream! I daresay it's even more important than cocoa. Oh, though of course, I wouldn't dare to say something so absurd." He laughs softly at his own joke. "In any case, there's quite a lot to see around here. As usual, be sure not to touch anything marked as forbidden, but otherwise..." He gestures behind him, pointing towards the myriad machinery and structures that litter the space. "Please explore the bakery at your leisure!" (set: $currentarea to 4)\ (display:"pastrynav")

You $moveverb up to what appears to be an unoccupied stall, similar to the other ones, but sans the black-and-white beast of burden within. It's just past the "DO NOT GO BEYOND THIS LINE" sign, but there's no hard barrier preventing you. It can't hurt to take a peek, right? Probably safer than barging in on one of the ones that //isn't// empty. As you approach the door, however, you find there's no apparent way to get in. The stall doors aren't the free-swinging slabs of plywood one might expect. They look like they wouldn't even budge. (link:">Move closer to the gate")[(if:$fatlevel>2.5)[You $moveverb up to the gate, thinking you might push against it, or test it out. As you do so, however, you notice that right as you get to the door, something moves beneath you. //Click//, comes the noise, as your weight triggers the cattle door. It swings open to allow you into the stall.(if:!$hannahgone)[ You try to ignore Hannah's snickering behind you. ] You try not to think about just how much fatter you've gotten, but at least it's opening doors for you. Literally. >[[Into the empty stall]]](else:)[You walk up to the gate, and try to push against it. Nothing happens, however. It's sealed tight. You do notice some movement beneath you, however, and look down to find some kind of switch below your feet. It's probably something to allow cattle to get in and out, you surmise, but there's no easy way for you to trigger it at your current weight. Better luck next time, skinny.]] (display:"creamerynav") (display: "pastrynav")

You $moveverb into the stall, seeing what you can. The question of whether this is technically a "forbidden zone" crosses your mind for a moment. Does this count as breaking a rule? (if:$tourcount<$totalcount)[You already know what kind of weird stuff can happen to someone, in a factory like this.] But... from everything you can tell, it's more or less an ordinary barn stall. There's a pail to the side, with what appears to be cream of some sort.(if:$fatlevel>3.5)[ Your greedy gut and overzealous appetite has you noticing the rich, creamy sheen of it. This is no ordinary cream.](if:!$victoriagone and !$hannahgone)[ Victoria and Hannah come over, having noticed you enter the stall. "Well, look what tubby found..." says Hannah with a giggle, fiddling with her hair with a finger. "It's just a... a filthy barn..." Victoria follows behind, her nose pinched. The smell in here really isn't so bad, but it seems to bother her delicate sensibilities.](elseif:!$victoriagone)[ Victoria comes over, having noticed you enter the stall. "How did you get in here... oh... //pfft...//" She takes a moment to process what's happened, but once she does, a hot blush comes to your cheek as she laughs at your size.](elseif:!$hannahgone)[ Hannah comes over, having noticed you enter the stall. "Well well well, guess the cow found their stall, huh?" She pokes a finger into your belly, and you jerk back with a yelp. She seems... meaner when no one else is around.] You get the sense there's no turning back now. That shimmering bucket of cream is calling your name, for some reason... The appetite that brought you into this stall isn't letting you out of here while it's sitting un-drunk. >[[Drink the pail of milk]] (link:">Take a small sip")[(if:!$victoriagone)[(goto:"victoria milk balloon end")](else:)[You $moveverb over, and take a sip, but the delicious cream is too much. You can't resist chugging the whole thing. >[[Drink the pail of milk]]]] (link:">Try to leave anyway")[(if:!$hannahgone)[(goto:"hannah milk balloon")](else:)[You try to leave, taking a few clumsy steps away... but before you can leave the stall, the smell of the cream calls you back. You're //hungry//. >[[Drink the pail of milk]]]]

You $moveverb over to Hannah, who is chewing absentmindedly while staring at one of the stalls, where a cow is chomping at a bale of hay. You figure it best not to bring up the similarity. "What, you need something?" she asks, blowing a bubble as she throws you a sidelong glance. You're pretty sure it's not really a question, and you shake your head no. "This room suuuucks..." she says with a sigh, turning her attentions away. You're not sure what else you expected. She's not about to do anything interesting without a push, it seems. Better keep looking around. (display:"creamerynav") (display: "pastrynav")

You decide to go see what Wonka has to say about this room. He's supposed to be your tour guide, after all. "Hm? Question?" he asks, seemingly surprised that anyone bothered to consult him. The rest of the group quickly dashed off to go look at other things, and it's just you and him. (link:">Ask him about the room")[(if:!$cooplearned)["Oh, this room? Well, it's more or less just what you see. There's everything you could ever want to make any sort of baked good! There's the bakery, where we process our dough and bake it into all sorts of shapes..." he points this way and that, explaining each part. It seems almost too simple, but you already know that nothing is what it seems at first. "...Oh, and I suppose there //is// one somewhat hidden element. Over there, behind the flour holding tanks, do you see it?" He gestures past a gleaming tall silo of steel that stretches all the way to the ceiling. There's a structure just behind it, one that you could have sworn wasn't before. "That right there is my coop, where my geese lay the golden eggs that go into every Wonka-brand pastry. Do keep it quiet, though, the eggs are worth a fortune!" he says with a chuckle. You don't bother asking why you would put such valuable things into something so cheap as a simple pastry, but some questions are best left unanswered anyway. Your new knowledge in hand, you decide to take a fresh look around.(set:$cooplearned to true) >To the [[Golden Egg Coop]] ](else:)["Hm? I think I've more or less explained everything I can..." Wonka says, scratching his head, and making his tophat wiggle. "Have a look around, there's many fantastic demis... I mean, many fantastic sights to behold!"]] >[[Tell Wonka you're ready to leave the pastry room]] (display:"pastrynav")

Following Wonka's instruction, you make your way over to this 'Golden Egg Coop'. It looks almost ordinary from the outside, though it's a good bit bigger than an average chicken coop. It's attached to a wall, made out of what appears to be ordinary wood slats, and the door is somewhere in size between an oompa loompa and a human. You think you can squeeze in, if you want to take a look. >[[Take a peek in the coop]] >[[Look around the area]] (display: "pastrynav")

Everything in you pushes you over to that pail of milk. You pick it up with both hands, bringing it to your lips. The rich, creamy flavor flows down your throat, even as it splashes over your front as well. You can't help yourself from guzzling it down as fast as your greedy gut will let you.(if:!$victoriagone and !$hannahgone)[ "Is the fatso seriously drinking it? Like, who knows what it even is..." You hear Hannah say behind you. Victoria grunts in disgust. "Greedy pigs can't resist a trough to glut from, I suppose..." You can't help but ignore them both. The milk just tastes too good.](elseif:!$victoriagone)[ Victoria grunts in disgust. "Greedy pigs can't resist a trough to glut from, I suppose..." You guess she's right, but you can't resist the milk.](elseif:!$hannahgone)[ "Is the fatso seriously drinking it? Like, who knows what it even is..." You hear Hannah say behind you. You thought of that, but it wasn't enough to keep you away from the pail of milk.] It's gone in what feels like only seconds, so desperate was your need to drink. You can feel it sitting heavy in your belly, now looking gravid and sloshy, despite the layer of fat packed on top. It really was a pretty big pail... more of a bucket, actually. Still, was it //that// much...?(if:!$victoriagone)[ "The blimp's getting even fatter!" says Victoria with what sounds disturbingly like a //delighted// shriek.](elseif:!$hannagone)[ "Wow, they're getting even fatter..." says Hannah, sounding oddly nonchalant. You hear what sounds like a squiet //snnrrk// of laughter just after.](else:)[ It's almost like... almost like you're getting even fatter.] You whimper as your belly starts to expand. The liquid within gurgles and sloshes in its steady expansion, making your gut jiggle as it streches outward. You feel tremendously full, but it's not just your stomach, either -- your whole torso begins to round out, heavy with... with... //milk//. "Drank the milk, did they?" You hear a voice that fills you with a peculiar mix of terror and relief. Wonka is standing there in the open stall door, leaning on one cane and sizing you up. You whimper with embarrassment as your clothes slowly split and rip, succumbing to your ballooning frame. Wonka plays a quick tune on his flute, which only deepens that strange mix of feelings. You try to make some excuse, that you could hardly //resist//... "Yes, well, I wonder who it was that was heavy enough to depress the gate, hmm? I can't imagine any of you actually worked //together//..." Wonka calls your excuse immediately as he jabs his cane into your gut. It yields, but not quite like the flabby middle that you had just a few minutes prior... no, somewhat more yielding, more... fluid.(if:!$calebgone)[ "I'm not sure what I expected, but I didn't expect this..." Caleb says, gathering along with everyone else on the tour. It seems people are taking notice of your predicament. "...Or maybe I //did// expect it..." mumbles Caleb, though he seems anything but confident in that hypothesis.](elseif:!$torigone)[ "Whoa, what the heck happened to them..." says Tori, gathering along with the rest of the tour. It seems people are taking notice of your predicament. (if:!!$toristuffed)["...Serves them right," you hear her mutter under her breath, nursing her now flabby middle.]](else:)[ The rest of the tour gathers, taking notice of your predicament. Everyone seems bewildered by what's happening to you.] "A complex situation indeed..." says Wonka. "I've never had a normal human drink the milk fresh from one of the dairy cows. Could have a number of strange interactions, I suppose..." He takes the moment to wobble your gut again, despite your protestations. You're being forced into a splayed stance, your arms forced up by your sides. "...But I think this one seems to be some sort of... milk balloon? Fascinating..." He talks about you while callously inspecting your swelling body. You're halfway to spherical as the oompa-loompas stream in. By now your flabby body has sagged and sloshed its way into a low pear shape, a liquidy weight sagging around your midsection. You're not quite fat anymore, but far less mobile than you were even before. You can only manage milky, sloshy steps, not enough to keep yourself from escaping the encircling workers.(if:!$hirogone)[ "Th-they're just a big milk balloon..." Hiro's voice is trembling in a way that makes you just a bit nervous. "Look... they're even getting all white...!"](elseif:!$hannahgone)[ "Holy crap, they really are a milk balloon..." Hannah sounds genuinely stunned. It makes you more than a bit nervous. "They're seriously turning white, even!"](else:)[ Someone from the group shouts, "Wow, are they... turning white...?"] You look down, over the curve of your turgid belly, and see not your usual skin color, but instead an expanse of your own creamy white flesh. It's an unnatural color, one so pale it can only be one thing -- //milk//. The milk's still filling you up, and you can feel your skin stretching tighter and tighter to respond. This can't go on forever... so how long will it go on? Everyone watches as the liquid fills you up bigger and bigger, a giant milky balloon. Your hands and feet are drawn up into the curve of your body, which billows out in all directions, heavy and sloshy. Your fat cheeks can barely mumble out your request for help. "Oh, worry not... we'll find a stall for you and keep you at a decent size..." Wonka's words are not quite what you'd hoped for, if you wanted to return to anything resembling human. He says proudly to the rest of the group, "I daresay they might even be a better producer than some of our cows... We'll have to get them to a milking stall at once. Before they explode, of course." That... doesn't sound good... >[[To the milking room]]

You $moveverb over, and make to take just a sip of the milk. It looks so good, after all... just a sip, then you can maybe think about chugging the rest, as your stomach is demanding that you do. The creamy liquid is the best milk you've ever tasted. It's as rich and full as cream, but without any greasiness whatsoever. You say as much, aloud, before going back in to chug the rest. You'll probably be fine... you think... "Wait there! Who said you get to drink it?" Suddenly, Victoria pipes up. "I want a drink of the milk, too!"(if:!$hannahgone)[ Hannah smirks. "What happened to 'filthy animals'..." she says with a dismissive laugh.](else:)[ You can't help but point out that just a second ago, she was looking at everything in here with total disgust. And besides, you found it...] "I don't care about that! Give me that milk!" She stomps over and snatches the pail out of your hands, before you can even resist. Some of it splashes on her, but she's so intent on her prize that she doesn't bother to address it. "Talking it up like that, and not letting //me// have any..." She shoots you a foul look, then tips the bucket to her own lips. You're more than a little taken aback, having been totally prepared to chug the whole thing yourself. It seems your little sip made her just a bit jealous. "This is... //nglp//... //Marvelous,// simply //wonderful//..." The years the wealthy heiress spent at finishing school seem all but a waste, as she chugs the entirety of the milk bucket. "M-more... //more//..." You stare agape as her belly begins to distend with all the fluid, and she drinks like one possessed. As the bucket falls to the floor of the stall, totally drained, you hear a familiar voice. "Well... what have we here..." says Wonka, standing in the open stall. Victoria has only a moment to massage her engorged middle contentedly before responding to the tour guide. "W-what? I sampled something, it was right... //nff//... here," she says, pointing at the empty bucket, and only groaning slightly from the intense fullness in her stomach. "Yes, well, this whole stall was quite closed before. I don't recall authorizing any door-opening, hm?" Wonka clucks his tongue disapprovingly. "W-well... //they// opened i-" For a second, it looks like Victoria is about to pin the crime of opening the stall door on your tubby behind, but something stops her. "//Oooh...// I feel rather... strange..." she says, groaning and clutching her gravid tummy. "Drinking the whole bucket, as well..." Wonka's brow furrows as he eyes the bucket. "The stuff's addictive properties when raw are well-documented, but in humans, it's hard to say what it might do..." "Do //what?// It's //milk//, what's it going to... //ngg...//" Victoria screeches angrily, but is overwhelmed. It's not hard to see why -- as you watch, her packed pooch is slowly but steadily expanding outwards. The rest of the group starts to gather. (if:!$hirogone)[ "Huh... w-what did she eat? I-it wasn't something I ate, was it...?" says Hiro, his eyes wide as saucers as he stares at Victoria.](elseif:!$torigone)[ The rest of the group starts to gather. "Oh, jeez, that's some serious bloating. You should try carrots and kale, really helps with the..." Tori realizes after watching for a second that this is no ordinary fullness. "Oh, well... uh..." For once, the exercise nut finds herself without any health advice. "Well... good luck with that..."](else:)[They all whisper to each other, thoroughly freaked out by the woman in front of them who appears to be //blowing up//.] Wonka answers Victoria's failed question. "Milk can do quite a lot of things, as a matter of fact." He puts a thoughtful finger at his chin, nodding. "Fascinating... so I suppose your body itself is producing it, now..." "You'll fix this this instant, or daddy will have you... //hnfff//..." Victoria charges at the tour guide... or tries to, anyway. Already her belly is a a sloshing orb that sags halfway down her thighs, and her hips are beginning to widen as well. She's reduced to a clumsy waddle, and it takes her a moment to adjust. (if:!$hannahgone)[ Hannah, who has been watching with obvious and barely-veiled amusement since she watched you nearly chug the pail of milk, just giggles. "Maaan, I guess my brain's just rotten, all I can think about is the likes this'd get, lol..." She's not the only one, as at least a few others in the group chuckle in agreement.](else:)[ Murmured laughter can be heard from the crowd, with obviously no love lost for the haughty brat.] "S-shut up! All of you!" Victoria whines pathetically, her body now a low pear shape, so swollen her fingertips struggle to reach her widest points. It's like she's filling bottom-up with the stuff, although there is a conspicuous swelling in her breasts that you do not wonder the cause of. "Fix me this //instant!//" she barks at Wonka. "Of course, of course..." Wonka plays his flute, which quickly summons a nearby oompa-loompa. "I want you to roll our guest down to a milking stall, at once. There'll be no explosions today, do you hear me?" Victoria suddenly seems afraid. >[[Victoria's milky end]]

You make a clumsy effort to leave, even as your gut calls you back to the delicious-looking pail of milk. It calls you so hard, in fact, that you can't help but try to whip right back and grab it, to chug it down right then... But you're not nearly so dexterous as you were just a few hours ago. "Hey, watch i--" Hannah starts to say, as your belly thuds into her. The diminutive girl in her frilly dress goes tumbling, bowled over by your bulk, before you can stop yourself. You attempt to mutter an apology, but things go from bad to worse quickly. After her fall, Hannah's face is right in the pail of milk, the one your gut was //demanding// you drink not five seconds earlier. It's a full second before her head comes up, dripping wet, and the contents of the pail spill down into the straw beneath. Guess you're not drinking that, but... what about Hannah? "Pfhaaha... kff... What the fuck?!" she barks, turning to glare at you.(if:!$victoriagone)[ Victoria, for once, just watches quietly, content to merely smile at another's misfortune.] The fall left Hannah's clothes disheveled, as well, looking like she fell pretty hard when you clumsily bumped into her. Sorry, you try to say, you weren't looking, and... "Damn right you weren't looking! Ugh, I got it all in my mouth..." She pats herself down, pulling a dainty kerchief out and dabbing at her face. The silken square is woefully inadequate at drying her, but it at least gets the worst of it. She then goes back to patting herself down with her hands, trying to fix every errant frill and lacy bit of her outfit. "Well, at least //that// won't end up on the internet... Can't bring my phone, then I get shoved into a bucket of //milk//..." she says, shaking her head as she makes to leave the stall. Something stops her after just a couple steps, however. She wrinkles her brow, and her eyes dart this way and that, as if searching for something. "Wait... where's that... I could have //sworn// I hid it here after we left the inventing room..." Her jaw is still idly chomping at her gum, as it always is. That is, until suddenly Hannah's eyes light up, and she leaves off her searching. "Wait... is this... tomato soup...?" Tomato soup? What is she talking about? The milk tastes like tomato soup? Suddenly, you're a little relieved you didn't give into the urge to chug it down. "No, you dumbass, it's... //mmm//..." Hannah's rage seems to melt as you watch, her adorably furrowed brow relaxing as her jaw smacks even harder than usual. "It's hot and creamy... I can feel it running down my throat..." You're completely confused. If it's not the milk, then what is it? You notice the irritation come back into Hannah's expression as she scowls at you. "You ask too many questions!" She pauses, standing up on her tippy-toes to look over the stall door. There are no oompa-loompas nearby, and Wonka is still off somewhere in the center of the pastry room. "Fine, so I took a piece of gum from that weird machine when Wonka wasn't looking, okay? And when your bubble-gut knocked me into the milk, it must have..." She leaves off her explanation and goes back to smacking. "Oooh... it's changing, though... wow, this really is three whole courses...!" Your curiosity, at least, is piqued. You ask her what it tastes like now. "Roast beef and a baked potato... Damn, I really wish I could share this...!" She smacks away joyously. You can't help but notice, however, when something starts to go wrong. It's almost too subtle at first, just her face looking a bit... puffy? "Shut up already! I wanna finish all this before that annoying old guy finds out..." Hannah blows a defiant bubble, still cooing delightedly. "Man, this sure is a... //mmm//... lot of roast beef... wasn't the dessert supposed to be blueberry pie?" Chomping away, she does not seem to notice anything is wrong. "Not that I'm complaining... Oh god, this is the best roast beef I've ever tasted...!" You struggle to keep a steady expression as you watch Hannah change. Her petit facial features begin to shift and stretch, her nose becoming elongated, and her jaw growing wide and sturdy. Her smooth skin takes on a peculiar coloration, splotches of stark black and white overwhelming her natural creamy paleness. Even her ears seem to be changing -- the perky things droop and extend, though not enough to touch anything. In a word, the online diva is looking decidedly more... bovine.(if:!$victoriagone)[ "Yes, well..." Victoria, who has gone from watching skeptically to obviously visibly restraining herself from laughing, can no longer contain it. "It would seem... //pffft//... that you are what you eat, darling...!"](else:)[ You figure you have to tell her. Something about that roast beef isn't right, you say. She really might want to think about stopping, because apparently, you are what you eat.] "Huh?" Hannah came prepared, and despite a moment of skeptical hesitation, pulls out a pocket mirror. "W-what the... my face...!" Her eyes fly wide with panic, as her new muzzle grazes lazily on the gum. In a matter of seconds, her face looks like an anthroporphic cow's, though she still has her hair and figure. "Oh dear... I had feared something like this might happen..." Suddenly, Wonka is there, resting his hands on his cane, and shaking his head in the open stall doors. You swear you didn't even hear footsteps, although admittedly you were more than just a little drawn in by what was happening to Hannah. "Fix this!" Hannah shouts immediately, with no apparent compunction. She's still chewing, and it still seems to be having an effect. The black and white pattern spreads down her body, though she remains up on two legs. "I can't be looking like some kind of stupid cow...!" "Well then, I daresay you ought to give up that nasty chewing habit -- both now, and in general, of course." Wonka extends a cane towards Hannah's belly, and thrusts it in without any hesitation. The cow-ifying young lady yelps as the wooden stick sinks in to a wobbling round orb of a belly that had not been there seemingly moments before. "W-what the... now I'm getting fat, too...?!" she cries. "How //interesting//..." Wonka says, rubbing a hand against his chin. "The volatility of the milk must have interacted with the roast beef in the gum... Ordinarily, I would demand you spit it out, but... How //interesting//..." He walks to the side, inspecting Hannah with a disaffected air. "W-well... I-I'm not spitting this out...!" Reverse psychology seems to have no effect on the greedy gum-chewer, and Hannah continues smacking away. Her belly is growing faster and faster, pushing up her dress with every chew. "The expansive properties of the gum, combined with the fantastic milk production of this dairy... yes... yes... this could work...!" With uncharacteristic exciement, Wonka nods vigorously, and turns to leave the stall. "Come along now, my little cow-balloon, we'll need to get you to a larger stall. Otherwise, you'll be stuck here until you're full enough to roll," he says, as if he weren't describing something utterly insane. "F-fuck... you...!" Hannah grunts as her belly sloshes and drops. "I can't be... f-fat..." She shakes her head, looking down at her inexorably-swelling middle. "M-my viewers...!" Two oompa loompas dash in, ushering her forward. She briefly fights them, but it's all too much. Her milky gut wobbles from side to side as she waddles out of the stall, into the wide central hallway of the dairy barn. "You can use her udder to let off pressure, if you need," says Wonka to the loompas, who nod. "U-udder?!" Hannah's eyes go wide yet again, but suddenly, there it is -- a pink fleshy bag, flopping out from beneath her swelling gut. There are four elongated teats on it, each of them dribbling milk. Despite your earlier hunger, you make sure to stay well away. For a moment, there's nothing to do but watch Hannah swell. The(if:$tourcount<$totalcount)[ remaining] tour guests gather around, hearing the commotion. {(live: 2s)[ (either: "That's a weird-looking co... //oh//...", "Pfft... what a greedy brat!", "Wonder what that'll do to her viewership", "Lol, kinda suits them...") ]} "H... help m-mooo...!" Hannah's sloshing milk-belly, now poking out of her folds, is a taut yet sagging orb of mottled black-and-white. The oompa loompas periodically poke it, or tug at the udder beneath it, eliciting a squirt of milk whenever they do. Hannah can do little more than chomp at her gum and try to swat them away, but she grows less dexterous by the moment, and the oompa loompas seem oddly well-acquainted with this process by comparison.(if:!$calebgone)[ "So like... I //get// that this is all just a hallucination, but..." Caleb furrows his brow, as if thinking very hard. "When does she get to the pie and turn blue and all that?" Wonka's gaze turns very sharp indeed, as he eyes the stoned-out young man. After a moment of careful observation, however, he realizes that Caleb is actually not even looking at Hannah. He's staring firmly at... one of the other perfectly normal-looking cows, in the stall opposite where Hannah fell into the milk. "Ahaha, well... our //guest// will soon be round enough to roll, I should say, with the rate she's chewing... I do wonder myself what interaction it might have with any future courses. It seems to be quite stuck on the roast beef."](else:)[ You ask Wonka what's going to happen to her, and what the interaction is with the gum. The chocolatier seems to notice the specificity of your question, but brushes it off. "Ahaha, well... our guest will soon be round enough to roll, I should say, with the rate she's chewing... I do wonder myself what interaction it might have with any future courses. It seems to be quite stuck on the roast beef."] "W-what's going to happen to m-mmoooo... Fix this...!" Hannah's earlier bluster becomes more and more of a memory as she rounds out. She's not quite so spherical as massively filled with milk, spreading from her belly to her ass and breasts in short order. Every part of her is taut, sloshy, and wobbly, contoured into a sort of overly-exaggerated humanoid shape. Her udder hangs low to the ground, the teats nearly brushing against the floor as Hannah is forced into an awkward splayed stance. Her jaw works faster than ever, chomping at her 'cud' without the slightest hint of slowing. She takes an awkward step, her eyes filled with panic, but her mobility is nowhere near what it used to be. The oompa loompas, of which there are now at least half a dozen, move in close and stop her from moving. Her fat breasts, each of them easily two feet wide, roll from side to side atop the burgeoning curve of her belly, dribbling milk. She's half-nude, her clothing stretched and tearing with her rapid growth. And the oompa loompas are already starting to sing. (align: "=><=")[//From online star to milk balloon// //What an absolute buffoon!// //A greedy, chomping, milky cow// //There's no turning you back now//] "G-get away from... //mmnff//... m-mmoo...!" Hannah's chomping is sloppy and wet at this point, her jaw smacking away despite her obvious panic. She takes an awkward shuffle backwards, but the little orange men are at all sides. Her limbs are rapidly losing range of movement, while her belly, breasts, and butt weigh her down. Her lack of perfect sphericality forms no obstacles for the deft factory workers, however. Despite her feeble protests, they tip her over on her side, her udder dangling from beneath her sloshing gut, and turn her to roll her down the hallway. (align: "=><=")[//Gum-chewing brats will always lose// //Reduced to grunts and whiny moos// //Before your explosive downfall// //We'll get you to a milking stall//] "E-explode...?!" Hannah's hands flap wildly, half-drawn into the divots of her own bloated limbs. "P-pweeze..." Her jaw grazes from side to side, still mechanically bloating herself bigger and bigger. "Ah well..." Wonka says to himself, as the music continues, "We'll get her up to a stall... I daresay she'll produce more milk than a dozen of my usual cows combined. How fort-" But, Hannah interrupts his attempt to close this chapter. "B-blueberry... p-pie...!" she moans in delight. >[[The final course for Hannah]]

(if: !$firstdougheaten)[The dough has to be safe, right? The sign's even telling you to take it.(if:$fatlevel>2.5)[ You've already pigged out plenty since coming into the factory, what's another ball of dough?] Though at first you feel some resistance to eating plain old unbaked fluff, that goes away the second you take your first bite. Immediately you cram the rest of the doughball into your cheeks, moaning with delight. It's warm and sweet and fluffy, so light and airy you can practically feel it rise inside your mouth. This is dough made to be eaten as-is, you realize. In no time at all, you've wolfed the whole thing down.(if:!$torigone and !!$hirogone)[ You hear Tori snicker as she watches your gluttonous display, but it doesn't stop you.] And although your belly feels curiously full from just a single handful of dough, you're already thinking about another...] (else:)[You've already had one sample. Dare you take another?]{ (if: !$firstdougheaten)[ (set: $firstdougheaten to true) (set: $fatlevel to $fatlevel + 0.5) ]} >[[Eat another sample of the dough]] >$moveverb back to the [[Bakery]]

You $moveverb over to Hiro and strike up a conversation with the chunky guy. "Hey... what's up?" he asks, seeming just a bit uncomfortable. He doesn't seem like the talkative type, and the way that his eyes keep darting back to the samples makes the conversation even less fluid. (link:">Feed Hiro a sample")[(if:!$fatlevel<2)[(goto:"hiro doughball")](else:)[You $moveverb over to the dough, and try to grab one surreptitiously. Your dexterity isn't exactly great, though, with your new weight, and your clumsiness draws Hiro's attention. "Huh...? What are you doing over there? Are you... are you taking a sample...?" He pulls his gaze away from the dough you're reaching for, shaking his head. "No, I can't have another sample, I can't have another one..." Looks like the jig is up. Try again when you're a little more limber, fatso.]] (display:"pastrynav")

You $moveverb over to Tori.(if:!!$toristuffed)[ "What do //you// want?" she says, her voice hissing with irritation. Her gut looks as stuffed as ever... and maybe even a bit bigger, if you're being honest. Has she been snacking in these last couple rooms?](if:$fatlevel<1)[ Suddenly, you have a thought. Tori's all about fitness, you know. That was obvious enough from the moment you saw her. But, something in her expression tells you that she really wants one of those pastries. And, you're still skinny, which in her mind has to mean trustworthy, right? >[[Trick Tori into eating the dough]]](else:)[ For a moment, you have a notion of making things a little... //difficult// for her. Maybe give the fitness nut an excuse to eat a few of those pastries. But there's more than just disgust for your corpulent form in her glare -- she doesn't //trust// you. Tori never trusts fatties. Maybe if you were a bit skinnier... She takes notice of you, and nods politely, if coldly. "Hey," she says, her eyes scanning blankly around the pastry room as a whole. You figure you might be able to make some conversation. >[[Talk about Hiro]]] (display:"pastrynav")

(if: !$seconddougheaten)[Just one more sample. One more sample, okay? You have to convince yourself as your greedy hands reach out and take another.(if:!$hirogone)[ "U-uh... I don't know if you s-should..." You hear Hiro mumble a warning. The look he gives you seems almost like envy, however. He probably already had his first sample.] It's just as light and sweet and delicious as the first. As you swallow it down, an ominous feeling falls over you... But other than a tight fullness in your belly from your one stolen sample, you feel... fine. You might have put on some weight, but nothing bad seems to have happened. Yet. There are plenty more samples, however...] (else:)[You've already had two samples, tubby. Sure you want another?]{ (if: !$seconddougheaten)[ (set: $seconddougheaten to true) (set: $fatlevel to $fatlevel + 0.5) ]} >[[Eat a third sample of the dough]] >$moveverb back to the [[Bakery]]

Well, if two was fine, then three should be okay, right...? The sign's just probably warning you about getting fat, that's all. Everything in here seems just unbelievably calorie-dense... but you're still thin enough to continue. At least, that's what you think as you reach for a third hunk of dough to cram into your greedy gullet. "Oh, no no no! Did you not read the sign, my dear guest?" Suddenly, Wonka is beside you, and he is shaking in a head that makes your stomach suddenly drop. Or... well, your stomach is doing //something//, anyway. You mumble out an apology, still absentmindedly munching on the mouthful of dough. It just... tasted really good. You try to tell him that you already know about the weight gain, and it's really not that big of a... The chocolatier slaps his forehead in frustration, right in the middle of your talking. "Oh, dear, you're already starting..." He looks... well, not quite //worried//... but it's not a look that makes you feel safe, that's for sure. He pulls out a small flute, and plays a little tune.(if:$tourcount < $totalcount)[ Somehow, you feel like you've seen this before.] Looking down, your belly's looking... //larger//.(if:$fatlevel>3.5)[ That is, even larger than it already was, with your heap of a belly beginning to swell outwards, lifting and exaggerating all your lardy rolls.](else:)[ The flab you've packed on so far doesn't compare to the rapid expansion you're seeing now, as your shirt rides up on the curve of your expanding middle.] Your eyes flip back up to Wonka, now full of panic. You ask him just how bad this is. It seems slow, maybe it will stop, you hope. "Oh no, my greedy guest..." He reaches out a cane and sticks it right into your middle. To your shock, it sinks in much deeper than you expected, right through your soft middle, (if:$fatlevel>3.5)[a whole foot or two, right through your fat (and getting fatter) belly.](else:)[five or six inches.] It doesn't even hurt.(if:!$torigone)[ The other tour guests are starting to gather. Tori(if:!!$toristuffed)[, a gleeful glint in her eye as she cradles her stuffed belly from earlier,] wrinkles her nose in disgust. "Can't believe the lack of self-control of some people... what a doughball."](elseif:!$calebgone)[ The other tour guests are starting to gather. Caleb seems utterly stunned, his eyes going wide staring right at your swelling middle. "Holy crap... I might be crazy but..." He rubs the butt of his palms against his face in disbelief. "Is that ball of dough... moving?"](else:)[ Everyone still present gathers at the commotion, adding to your embarrassment. You ask Wonka what's going on -- your belly seems less like fat, and more like something... doughy.] "'Dough' is correct indeed..." says Wonka, withdrawing his cane from your middle. It gurgles and balloons, swelling out and down like a sack filled with pudding. Except, it's not quite so heavy, more like a heap of yeasty dough.(if:!$creamon)[ Wonka's gaze darts over to somewhere specific in the room, though you're too preoccupied with your own sudden doughy expansion to notice. He nods, and turns to a nearby oompa-loompa, who is awaiting his instruction. "Hm... well, at least the automatic cream filler isn't on. That would have made things... complicated. Help our greedy guest in leaving the tour, would you?" Your torso is half as wide as you are tall, and you're forced to stand at awkward angles.(if:$fatlevel>3.5)[ Even your chin rolls and arm lard are fluffy, full, and wobbling.](else:)[ There's so much more of you than you remember there ever being before, with your hips forcing up your arms and your thighs being spread apart by their own swelling diameter.] The small buzz of worry that began when Wonka came over is building into a full blown terror, as you swell into something less human, and more //round.// >[[Doughball]]](else:)[Wonka's gaze darts over to somewhere specific in the room, though you're too preoccupied with your own sudden doughy expansion to notice that it's the very same place where you flipped that switch earlier. What he sees there makes his gaze darken visibly. "Oh dear... we're moving quickly with this one..." He turns back to you, shaking his head. "Messing with random levers in my pastry room, too... such a naughty guest..." You are forced into an awkward stance, already your body too fluffy and wide to get away. You hear a voice say something that sounds like 'Cream Filling Engaged', though... what does... that mean...? (if:!$victoriagone)[>(link: "Cream-filled doughball")[(goto:"victorias cream puff")]](else:)[>[[Cream-filled doughball]]]]

"Hm?" Wonka's ears perk up. He seems almost confused. "Are you quite certain? There's still a great many things to see..." He smiles and gestures around himself. Something seems very hollow about the smile. You tell him no, you think you've seen enough. You can't say exactly why, but this place unnerves you, just a bit. "Well... if you insist..." He looks a bit deflated as he rises from his seat, and claps his hands together. "Everyone, I suppose we'd best be moving along! Come along now, no time to eat three samples of dough or get fat enough to push your fellow tour guests into a pail of cream!" That's a weird thing to say. That's a //very// weird thing to say, you think. But you follow along, unable to shake the feeling that you've just avoided something unpleasant. >[[Onward from the pastry room]]

(set: $currentarea to 5)"Not much left now...!" Wonka is all atwitter as he leads you out of the dairy room.(if: $tourcount is not $totalcount)[ "Such a *shame* that not all of you could make it this far. But just follow the rules, and you'll be fine~" He twirls his cane jauntily as he walks in front of the group. His nonchalance about what's happened so far is nothing if not unnerving.](else:)[ "There are... quite a few of you still with us, hm?" He sounds almost... annoyed. Did he just glance back at you as he said that?] "In any case, I was thinking perhaps we might sit for a spell, and chat." He stops before a door labeled "Sodas, Cordials, And Other Refreshments" in a gaudy serif font.(if:!$torigone)[ "Soda, huh..." Tori wrinkles up her nose in obvious disgust, but says nothing more.](if: !$calebgone)[ A sloppy grin spreads across Caleb's cheeks. "Normally I wouldn't crossfade on a wednesday, buuuuut... Hehe..." You think it's probably not *that* kind of "refreshment", but far be it from you to dampen his enthusiasm. Also, it's Saturday.] >[[Into the refreshments room]]

You decide to stick your head in. Wonka directed you over here, after all, and there's no signs forbidding it. You twist the knob on the door, and pull it outward. Immediately, you hear a cacophony of squawking, the sound so sudden it nearly bowls you over. It's as if this simple wooden door was somehow soundproofing everything inside. The source isn't hard to find, either -- as far as you can see, going back into the wall of the pastry room, there's nest after nest lined up against the walls. In each nest is a massive white goose, easily as big as an oompa loompa, and nearly as big as you.(if:$fatlevel>3.5)[ Well, not as big as //you//, per se -- with all the weight you've packed on, it'd probably take at least three of them to equal one of you. But they //are// pretty big, for geese.] Beneath the raised nests, you can see a conveyor belt, carrying what appears to be the namesake of the place. Massive golden eggs, shimmering gloriously even in the dim lighting of the coop interior. They look... valuable, honestly. You're not sure you really have much interest in this area beyond taking a look, but... wasn't there someone who liked valuable things...? (if:!$victoriagone)[>[[Let Victoria know about the coop]]](else:)[Oh, right, Victoria. Shame about her. Oh well, you figure. It seems a shame that she never got to see the coop before leaving the tour. ] >Head back outside the coop and [[Look around the area]] (display:"pastrynav")

You decide to see if there's anything interesting near the coop. This area was obscured by that silo, after all. There might be something else that's worth seeing. At a glance, there isn't much -- some tubes and gauges that mean nothing to you, though the labels do seem a bit... ominous. What the heck is 'fizzy lifting drink', anyway? Setting that aside, you keep looking... Huh, that's interesting. This switch says "automatic cream filler". It does //not// say "do not touch". >[[Turn on the automatic cream filler]]

Something about big shiny gold things makes you think one name: Victoria. You search around for a bit, finding her in the dairy, looking rather disgusted at all the barn animals. "Honestly, if he'd just taken up my offer to buy this whole place... stupid..." She clenches her fists against the boards of one of the stalls, glaring angrily at a cow. "Filthy, disgusting animals..." You don't question the wisdom of directing irrational spoiled fury towards a beast of burden, but no matter. She looks like she wants to be doing something else, and you have just the thing. You get her attention -- which she gives only begrudgingly -- and explain to the heiress that you actually found some very large, very valuable-looking gol- "Where? Where are these?!" Immediately she tears off in the direction you indicate, tucked in a corner of the pastry room that she must have missed, as you nearly did. You dash along behind, a strange curiosity overcoming you. You spy Wonka idly watching the pastry room work, and he doesn't seem to see you or Victoria, despite her sudden outburst. She reaches the coop, and though for a moment she scowls in disgust at the sight of all the noisy animals, she soon forgets all that when she sees the eggs. "My word..." Egg after egg streams down along the conveyor belt, the geese laying at what seems an impossible rate. "I //must// have one of these...!" She bends down, and reaches for one of the eggs, her eyes glittering along with the metallic surface of it. You notice, though Victoria seemingly does not, a sign on each and every nest that reads -- 'DO NOT TOUCH'. Why say something now, though? She picks it up with her bare hands, an egg that's easily a foot and a half tall, and half as wide. "Do you suppose... do you suppose it's chocolate...?" There's an odd giddiness in her look, a broad smile spreading across her face. "It just looks so fabulously //valuable//..." Before you can even think to warn her -- you really didn't think she'd instantly go for //eating// the things -- she opens her mouth, and with totally unwarranted confidence, she reaches in and takes a bite. You have absolutely no idea what's inside them, and half-expect her to come up with a chipped tooth, or maybe a mouthful of egg whites. Instead, however, she's still grinning, chocolate and gold flecks hanging on her teeth. "Gold foil!" She looks utterly pleased with herself, and, still holding the egg, begins gushing about how delicious it is. "And I'm the very first person to try such a lovely dish! Oh, I do so //adore// gold foil in my food, it adds such a marvelous..." After only a moment or two of elation, she stops, though. So, too, does the squawking of every goose in the whole coop, everything suddenly becoming eerily silent, save for the dull hum of the conveyor belt. "Oh, dear..." says Wonka, shaking his head in the doorway to the coop. "I was notified one of our eggs had been pinched, and here I find one very naughty guest..." He waves you aside as he walks over to Victoria. It seems he doesn't suspect your role in this. "It's written quite clearly that my golden eggs are not to be touched, miss." Victoria flinches for just a moment, her eyes flipping between Wonka and the egg. You see a brief flash of something that almost looks like contrition, or regret... though it vanishes in short order. "S-so what? What kind of tour is this, where we can't touch half of everything in here! I want to try the golden eggs, now!" Defiantly, she takes another bite right in front of Wonka, and then tips the egg at her lips, as if drinking from it. Molten chocolate filling flows out from it, and Victoria drinks it in big greedy gulps. Wonka sighs. "Such a spoiled brat..." he says, sounding more resigned than truly disappointed. "Oh, well, can never say no to another egg..." He pulls out a small flute, and plays a quick tune. After chugging from it for a full fifteen seconds, Victoria drops the hollowed golden egg-shell to the floor of the coop, where it breaks into a scattering of chocolate chunks. "F-//oof...// F-fabulous, darling... //mnfff...//" She looks pleased with herself, her whole body half-smeared with chocolate, with a curve to her belly from all she's guzzled. "I'll be buying one of these geese from you. I would quite like a breakfast like that every morning..." "They're not for sale." Wonka stares dispassionately, almost as if waiting for something. "Don't tell me what I can't have!" Her brow rapidly creasing with folds of fury, Victoria turns to one of the geese, as if to grab it. "I'll have one of these geese, if it's the last thing I do with these two hands...!" She lunges for it, eyes full of need. "I wouldn't do that if I were you..." Wonka's admonishment is halfhearted and almost sarcastic, and furthermore, completely ignored by Victoria. The goose, staring impassively, strikes only when it seems certain that the rich heiress meant to grab her. One quick bite on the hand, and an angry //honk//. "Ow! The little mongrel //bit// me! How dare you!" For a moment, it looks as though she might try to strike the goose, but the fresh memory of being bitten cows her more than it enrages. She directs her anger at Wonka, instead. "I'll sue you! Don't think I can't! Daddy has very good lawyers!" "You may want to step outside, before things get complicated," is all Wonka says in response. "Step outside? I'll do no such... //ooohh...//" Her moaning now is nothing like her pleased cooing after devouring the egg. She sounds uncomfortable, her hands going to her stomach. "F-feel... full..." "Yes, well, the 'do not touch' sign applied to both the geese and the eggs, and you've managed to defy both, so..." You swear you see a hint of a smile at the corner of Wonka's mouth. "I can't be held responsible for what happens next." As you watch, Victoria's trim, professionally-sculpted body begins to swell, and lose its shape. "W-what's... what's happening to me...?" she whines, her hands clutching her middle. She's rounding out in the center, her abs becoming smooth and taut. It's not just the chocolate from before, either -- it's making her sides and rear swell too, into an almost ovular shape... "An egg. I would have thought it obvious." Wonka shrugs. "The chocolate filling alone has similar properties to my chocolate river, but when combined with a goose bite..." "Stop this at once! I demand you fix this!" Victoria is forced to let her legs splay outward, as her torso continues to balloon. You can watch as her eyes gradually fill with panic. "I want an egg! And a goose! And to fix this right now...!" She ineffectually slaps her arms against her middle, trying to get it to go back in, while making even more demands. Three or four oompa loompas stream into the coop, and wordlessly surround her. "Why aren't you doing what I say?! Listen to me! I order you...!" She continues screeching even as they force the rapidly-rounding young lady right back outside the coop. "And not a moment too soon..." Wonka sighs in relief, and for the first time since entering, seems totally calm. "I was so afraid her expansion would destroy my coop. In any case, let's follow along, shall we?" You realize what he's saying -- he wasn't angry at her mistake at all. He just didn't want her making it inside here. You shrug, and head outside to see Victoria's fate. >[[Victoria, golden egg]]

You flip the switch, and a rush goes through your spine. You look back at the group, wondering what effect it might have had. But... everything seems normal. It's as if nothing happened at all. The switch //is// on, though. Might as well head back. (set:$creamon to true) (display:"pastrynav")

Why not, you figure. He looks like he really wants another one, after all. "N-no, I can't... I already had two...!" Hiro shakes his head furiously, but he's too fat to fight you much. Advantages of being skinny, you suppose. You don't have to force it long. As soon as you can get a small bit of the dough past his lips, he willing snatches the dough from your hand, and devours the rest of it. "//Mnff...// I shouldn't, but... //mmm...//" He gobbles it down with gusto, even heading back for fourths. "Oh no, no no no..." Wonka is there in a flash, shaking his head. How did he get here that quick, you wonder... but there's no time for that. "He had three, yes?" Hiro freezes at the sound of the voice, turning around slowly. There's dough all over his face, and a wad of the stuff in either hand. "Uh... I mean... I guess I //did// have three..." It might just be a trick of your eyes, but you swear it looks like his belly is actually starting to swell, before your eyes. (if:!!$creamon)[Wonka, however, is looking at a corner of the room you actually remember. What he sees there makes his gaze darken visibly. "Oh dear... we're moving quickly with this one..." He turns back to Hiro, shaking his head. "Now who could have messed with the lever..." For a moment, it seems like he looks at you... but it's so quick, it's hard to tell. In any case, what you definitely //do// hear is a voice, saying 'Cream Filling Engaged'. And you //wonder// what that means... >[[Hiro's cream filling]]](else:)["Well, this is going to be quite a //large// predicament..". Wonka looks over at the sample table, which Hiro stands in front of, looking ashamed. It's not just your eyes -- he's steadily billowing outwards, his belly making his shirt grow taut as a drum. >[[Hiro's doughy predicament]]]

Why not live a little, you figure, and have some fun with this uptight health nut. You're bored, anyway. You tell Tori that actually, based on what Wonka told you before (which, in reality, was nothing, but Tori doesn't know that), this food's actually really great for dieters. You tell her to look at you, you're thin as a rail, even after being in this crazy chocolate factory for hours now. Would someone this //thin// lie? Tori eyes you suspiciously.(if:!!$toristuffed)[ Even more suspiciously than before -- her rounded, stuffed gut has started to lose some of its shape, sagging into a light potbelly, but her ire for you has not dimmed much.] Still, Tori is nothing if not results-oriented. "Well... tell me more..." she says, forced to accept the impervious logic of thin = correct. You tell her that not only are they low in calories (a total lie), they even prevent further calories (another total lie). Wonka said people should definitely not take more than one (actually, a truth), but that two might be okay (honestly you're not even sure about this one -- sounds believable?) Tori seems hesitant, but something about her tells you that she's been looking for an excuse. //Any// excuse. "Well... can't hurt to try one..." She reaches over, picks up one of the small loaves, and takes a bite. Instantly, a smile spreads across her face. "This is... //mnff...// this is amazing...!" Then, even more quickly, wolfs down the rest of the loaf as fast as she can. Even you hadn't expected her to devour it with such gusto. "G-gotta have one more... just one more..." she says, her athletic indifference giving way to naked desire. Already she's taking starving bites from another of the loaves, and if you're not mistaken, it's starting to show. Her rock-hard thighs soften into two butter-logs, getting fat enough to push up against one another and eliminate her hard-won thigh gap.(if:!!$toristuffed)[ Her wobbling tummy sags even lower, as the calories from the loaves pack themselves onto her middle.](else:)[ Her rock-hard abs soften as you watch, calories from the loaves making the exercise nut flabby and jiggly.] Something's flipped inside her, you can tell. "N-now I... now I can eat even more, since I ate these... //hff//... diet desserts...!" A half-crazed look in her eyes, she pops her head up and surveys the room. Apparently, even in this state, she has enough wherewithal not to eat a third loaf. She flags down an oompa-loompa, waving her hand to get his attention. "You there! Do you have any more samples in here? Ones I..." She lifts a hand to her lips to wipe away the drool that is starting to collect. "Ones I can eat as many of as I want...?" The worker raises an eyebrow, but after a moment, shrugs, and bids her to follow. All too quickly, Tori's gone from a hardened health nut, to a kid in a candy store, as she claps her hands together in barely-concealed delight. "Finally, I can eat everything I want...!" He points out something you swear wasn't there just a few minutes ago -- a whole table, dressed up with large trays of every pastry imaginable. Everything from delicate puff pastries in the shape and size of a well-fed goose, to platters that must contain hundreds of cookies shaped exactly like... wedding cakes...? They look delicious, in any case, even if it seems almost a waste to eat such fancy desserts. The sign in front even has no obvious ominous warnings to speak of, just "FREE SAMPLES" in a purple-and-gold font. Tori needs no further bidding. She's shoveling in food with both hands, as fast as her muscular arms will let her. "All that... //mnff//... dieting... //nglp...// But finally, I... I can eat whatever I want! I love thish... //mnfff...// chocolate factory...!" She moans delightedly as she gobbles down everything in sight. It seems they're not only beautiful, but delicious too. Still... something has you stay back. Unfortunately, as you are well aware, the assumption that lead her to her current extravagant overconsumption is a complete and utter fabrication. She grows even fatter as you watch, seemingly not noticing it for the moment. Her tracksuit stretches tight around a flabby gut that bulges out from between the top and bottom, while her arms fill up the long sleeves like a sausage being packed. "Oh dear, I had feared this might happen with her..." Suddenly, Wonka is beside you, shaking his head. "They get one taste of some decent sweets, and *poof*, their diet's out the window. Such a shame, the lack of self control..." He pulls out a flute, and plays a quick tune. Meanwhile, Tori's sampled the better part of the buffet, and that's with a few quick dashes back for seconds. The once-trim woman is already a bloated parody of herself, easily pushing four hundred pounds, but her utter fixation on the desserts seems to be holding her attention for the moment. "Just... //hfff//... eating what I want, and... //mnfff//... ash much ash I want...!" A double chin blossoms beneath the first, a cuppable roll of creamy gelatin, as she gulps down yet another dessert. That is, until the seat of her tracksuit rips with a loud noise. For the first time in several minutes, Tori's hands pause. "...Huh...?" she looks down at her own rear, finding far more of //herself// than she has ever seen before. "W-what the... I... I thought..." Her eyes flip up to you, filled with rage all of a sudden. "Y-you...!" Wonka, however, interrupts. "Yes, yes... I know, so many guests think, 'It says free samples! What do you mean I'm going to be too fat to ever move again?'" He chuckles as he shakes his head slowly. "Yes, well, while you're quite free to sample as many as you like, every sweet on this table has well over fifty thousand calories, my dear. I'm afraid you've failed your diet quite spectacularly..." "N-no, that's... n-noo..." For a moment it seems like Tori might keep trying to expose you for your little trick, but the pounds are still packing on mercilessly to her body. Her pants split down the side completely, unable to contain the milky cones of pure lard that they've turned into. Six, then seven hundred pounds, Tori continues to grow, the rate only increasing with every passing moment. "I... I can't be... f-fat...!" She totters awkwardly from one leg to the other, as if to run away, her former athleticism reduced to a clumsy waddle.(if:!$victoriagone)[ "Look at the flabby blimp. She's the fattest thing I've ever seen!" screeches Victoria, never one to mince words.](elseif:!$calebgone)[ "Whoa... look at that marshmallow move... it's like, the biggest one I've ever seen..." Caleb stares wide-eyed. "And it's //talking//..."] "Ahaha, yes, I suppose she might well be the fattest person in the world, with how many of those extra-fattening sweets she's gobbled down..." Wonka shows no hesitation to reach over and grab Tori's gut, already jutting out so far that she struggles to reach her own navel. "Normally, they'd get too fat to eat any more before long, but you ate them so //quickly!//" Tori sends one more vicious glare at you, over bulging cheeks that flow into a triplet of chin rolls. Your little conceit was the reason she let go so hard, after all... but I mean, there was at least //something// in her, too. It wasn't //all// you. It doesn't seem to matter much anyway, as the oompa-loompas are starting to gather around her. (align: "=><=")[//"Self-control is such a drag"// //Still think that as you swell and sag?// //No longer will you save and skimp// //Just eat and eat, a flabby blimp//] "H-help... p-please...!" Tori has to be half a ton, already easily the fattest thing you've ever seen, or close to it. Her athletic outfit shreds even as her figure degenerates into utter flabbiness. In a matter of seconds, even waddling is robbed from her as she falls onto her jiggling duff, which pancakes out beneath her in every direction. "S-sho... h-heavy..." she wheezes, breathing heavily despite having done little else but eat and take a few steps. The oompa loompas show little regard for her personal space, climbing over her and weaving tape measurers this way and that. You aren't sure what functional purpose it serves, but it sure looks humiliating. (align: "=><=")[//Amazing you made it this far// //Covered up just what you are// //You're a fatty, in your heart// //And so, we have to do our part//] "No... No, I..." Tori hardly has time to protest before she finds even more of the pastries brought to her lips. Some of the workers have formed a fireman's chain, bringing up even more fattening sweets over the pile of Tori's half-formless body. It's growing hard to pick out features, as her belly rolls pile onto thigh rolls which squish up against the soft heaps of her buttocks. You can tell where her face is, though, both by the constant whimpering and the stream of fattening treats that's being forced into it. (align: "=><=")[//You don't have to say a word// //Your need to feed has been well-heard// //But 'fore it becomes too much strain// //Let's get you hooked up to the crane//] From out of nowhere, an absolutely massive metal cable, easily two feet in diameter, snakes down from the ceiling. At its end is an equally thick hook, which the oompa loompas quickly grab hold of and attach to a canvas tarp that's beneath Tori. Huh, that's odd. Was that there already? With a pat and a hand signal, the cable begins to retract, pulling the canvas tight around Tori's ever-growing form. "Mnff... n-no... C-can't..." She flaps and wiggles, succeeding in little more than making her entire form wobble like a softened pile of ice cream. As you watch, however, her worried expression softens slightly, and she moans, "M... m-more..." (align: "=><=")[//Given up the ghost so soon?// //Guess it's time to end our tune// //Of her growth, we will make sure// //So please, go on, enjoy the tour!//] You catch just one last glimpse of Tori's face as she is lifted off to somewhere unknown. It looks somewhere between loathing and... relief...?(if:!$hannahgone)[ "So... is she, like..." Hannah pops her gum and scrunches up her nose in disgust. "Gonna keep getting fatter?"](elseif:!$calebgone)[ "Wow... so that marshmallow was a human all along..." Caleb blinks his red-ringed slowly. "Wonder if they'll keep getting bigger..."](else:)[ Trying not to sound too obviously guilty, you ask Wonka whether Tori's going to keep getting fatter.] "For another twelve hours or so, I suppose. You don't expect all the weight gain from //your// food to be done in just a matter of minutes, hm?" Wonka clicks his tongue disappointedly. "I daresay it's going to pick up, too. Oh dear, I wonder if I have a room big enough..." For a moment, he seems almost genuinely concerned... but he quickly pops back up. "Well, in any case, I suppose we ought to move along. Still more rooms to see!" He heads briskly for the exit, seemingly expecting everyone to follow.(set:$torigone to true) >[[Onward from the pastry room]]

"Huh? You mean the fat one?" Tori cocks her head to the side. "Yeah, I mean, if you can't control yourself, that's what happens to you... in life, generally, but I guess also in weirdo chocolate factories." She seems almost wistful.(if: $fatlevel>2.5)[ You don't miss her quick, accusatory glance at your own belly, though.] You ask her what's on her mind. "Oh, nothing, just..." She glances over at the dough, and her stomach rumbles. "I really just can't even //start// eating on this tour. Something tells me I won't be able to stop..." she says, and shakes her head as if to clear the thought. "Being fat's a sign of weakness, and I don't wanna be weak!" She clenches her fist, still glaring at those samples. "But, well..." Another grumble from her stomach. "God, I fucking //miss// food sometimes..." Huh. A little oddly obsessive, but not so unusual among fitness types, you figure. You decide it's better not to mess with her too much. There are other areas to explore. (display: "pastrynav")

(if:!$hannahgone)[Hannah giggles nonchalantly, making your cheeks burn. "Look at them, they're practically a ball already!" she shouts, pointing a finger right at your middle.](elseif:!$hirogone)[Hiro seems worried, but also weirdly... relieved? "So... that's what happens if you eat extra samples..." You don't have the mental capacity at the moment to process the subtleties of his expression, but the attention makes you blush.](else:)[You feel incredibly exposed, your doughy body swelling out of its constraints as you blimp up bigger and rounder.] "Honestly, you put a sign saying 'one please', and people treat it like it's just a friendly request..." Wonka shakes his head as the oompa loompas surround you. The steady swelling that had begun just a minute or two prior was rapidly picking up speed, leaving you incapable of much more than an awkward waddle.(if:!$victoriagone)[ "Serves the spoiled doughball right!" says Victoria with a grin, as she mercilessly shoves a finger right into your deepening navel. You yelp, and totter backwards, but the movements aren't as smooth as you remember.](else:)[ Everyone staring at you as your body grows round and soft, already nearly as wide as you are tall... It's all more than you can take. You take a clumsy step backwards as if to get away, but your legs aren't what you remember.] Your fall to your doughy duff is not so far as you remember -- you hit the ground almost immediately, your legs dangling in the air in front of you. All you can do is kick and flap, unable to muster the momentum to roll back onto your feet. Even if you could, it's unlikely you'd manage to waddle very far, anyway. You're just a big ball of dough. With a panicked whimper, you ask what's going on. "Well, if it wasn't obvious, those samples were not intended for heavy consumption. Honestly, do you just expect to gobble down everything in my chocolate factory?" Wonka scoffs and rolls his eyes. "We'll have to get you to proofing, at once. You have a lot of //rising// to do before you're ready." He reaches out a gloved hand, and your half-useless arms are much too clumsy to stop him. It sinks into your defenseless belly, nearly up to his elbow, to your disbelief. But before you can mount any form of resistance, the song is already starting. Somehow, all the machinery is cleared away, and every oompa loompa you can see has stopped their work. Every bit of attention is focused squarely on //you//. (align: "=><=")[//We're not here to make examples// //But understand, it's just a sample// //You should have stopped your eating spree// //Eaten one instead of three//] {(live: 4s)[ (either: "Wow, they're like, spreading out...", "Are they ever going to stop growing?", "Must have been some good dough...") ]} The whispers of the crowd and the humiliation of the song are almost more than you can take. Your clothes are peeled away as the loompas tip you on your side, your fluffy doughy body expanding out like a soft, smooth blob. All the folds and details of your body are falling away as you fluff up into a wobbling doughy orb, with little more than hands, feet, and head to mark you as a former human. (align: "=><=")[//You've still got lots of room to grow// //You've only just begun, you know// //So give up thoughts of going back// //Let's get you to the proofing rack//] (if:!$torigone)["Ugh, keep your appetite in check, for god's sake..." you can hear Tori mutter in disgust, as you're pushed by a half-dozen sets of tiny hands. You have no response, even if you could adequately speak through your huge fluffball cheeks.](elseif:!$calebgone)["Total couchlock..." mumbles Caleb, his jaw hanging open in disbelief. Being implicitly judged by //him// of all people doesn't exactly make you feel great, but there's little you can say in response. Not least thanks to your wobbling doughball cheeks, which make it difficult to say much of anything.](else:)[The song is biting, but there's little you can do to protest. Your fluffball cheeks are pushing up into your vision, preventing you from saying anything.] Wider and softer you grow, spreading out over the floor even as you rise up into a ball. You're something like a massive loaf, or bun, the size of a sedan, and utterly helpless. Futher, it seems to be getting notably //warmer// in the pastry room, and that doesn't seem to sit well with your doughball of a body. "Oh, but how //interesting// to see it in action..." you swear you hear Wonka mutter under his breath. (align: "=><=")[//A ball of dough's so sticky sweet// //Bake it up, a tasty treat// //We're awfully sad to see you go// //But at least we've got a lot of dough!//] The temperature appears to rise even further, though curiously, the faces of the other guests don't seem to be affected at all. They just stare at you in horror or curiosity, some of them still making biting quips at your predicament. But that goes further and further from your mind as the oompa loompas roll you away from them, your doughy body churning over itself with a sloshing-glorping sound. You grow bigger, wider, softer, forgetting your old form, just a helpless ball of dough... DOUGHBALL END

(if:!$torigone)["'Cream filling engaged'? The heck does that mean?" asks Tori, sounding almost offended.](elseif:!$hannahgone)[Hannah seems almost bored as she blows a bubble, the collects it from her cheeks with her tongue. "So what the heck does 'cream filling engaged' mean, anyway?" she asks.](else:)[You get the feeling you won't like the answer, but you ask Wonka what 'cream filling engaged' means.] "Well, I would think it's obvious. //Someone// --" Wonka does not hide how he stares directly at you at this statement "-- flipped the switch on my automatic cream filler. It's still very much a work in progress, you see... fills up any sort of cream-appropriate confection, provided it is of adequate size. You know, for novelty pastries, world records and that." Wonka rattles off his explanation as if he were annoyed at even being asked. "So they're going to get stuffed with cream? Oh, won't that be interesting..." Victoria's voice is cold as ice as she giggles at your predicament. She hangs a finger from her lips in excitement, staring right at you. "The world's largest cream puff... All mine... Just //think// of the philanthropy opportunities...!" Her tone makes you certain this has nothing at all to do with 'philanthropy'. "Yes, well..." Wonka chuckles, sounding more personally amenable to Victoria's random expressions of personal desire than he has for the entire tour. Almost like he found something to relate to, you think, as your doughy body expands to the sides. "I'm afraid according to the contract, all mishaps to any guests on our tour lead to full Wonka ownership of--" "I'll buy them from you!" Victoria says, suddenly pulling out her pocketbook, of all things. Without a shred of modesty, she waves a blank check in the air at Wonka. "I'll make daddy buy them! I have money, you know!" //No,// you think, //she can't just...// Wonka, to your horror, puts a hand at his chin. "Hm, well..." He tilts his head from side to side in a way that seems like he is actually //considering// it. "...I suppose it wouldn't hurt to carry a bit of fiat currency..." He shrugs and nods, and your gurgling stomach feels like it instantly sinks a foot inside you. "Yes! Give it to me! I want it...!" Victoria looks half a child, stamping her foot against the ground while furiously pointing at your ballooning form. //No!// you make to tell them, to shout it as loud as you can. But first, you take a step back, trying to keep as much distance as you can between you and the shrieking greedy brat who's attempting to purchase you. But as soon as you do, you find the world spinning forward, over your head, as you tumble backwards onto your burgeoning rear.(if:!$hannahgone)[ "Whoa, look how fat they're getting..." You feel a finger stick into you somewhere around your belly button, though it's difficult to tell who with how disoriented you are. As the voice adds, "Sure would be //nice// if I could //stream// this to my //fans...!//" you can tell immediately that it's Hannah, however.](elseif:!$calebgone)[ "Whoa, like... huge..." You feel a finger stick into your belly button, though it's hard to get a grip on what's happening with your sudden fall. "I wonder what's for dinner..." It's Caleb, you realize, as the voice rapidly seems to lose interest.](else:)[ You feel a finger stick into your belly, but the fluorescent lights and the commotion make it impossible to tell just who might have done it. You're half a helpless ball, your body spreading out to the sides as you lie on your back.] Victoria screeches, "Get your hands off my cream puff! It's mine! I paid for it!" and clears away everyone near you. To the side, you can see Wonka tucking a slip of paper into a fold of his blazer, looking very much the size and shape of a check. //It can't happen just like that,// you think, your mind filling with fear. Victoria stares right at you, her smile slowly broadening. "Wonka says normally he'd let the pastries rise a bit before filling, but I won't wait that long~" She wraps her arm around your billowing middle, which now rises a couple feet above you, making you much too bulky to stand up under your own power. "We'll get you nice and full of cream, then I'll take you home! Oh, I can't //wait// to show you off to all my friends!" Her voice is saccharine to the point of unbearableness, but there's nothing you can do. You're already nearly as wide as you are tall, and Victoria has to lean over the doughy curve of your body to reach you. You look like a half-risen blob of dough, with your arms and legs being swallowed up by that rising form. And that's when the hose comes. It snakes down from the ceiling as if moving of its own accord, with no discernable origin point from where you're lying. It look as if it's headed straight for your mouth. "Now, now, I'll have to ask all of you to move away from the merchandise... yes, even the purchaser, please..." Wonka waves his hand, sounding utterly matter-of-fact. "Fine..." Victoria says as she rolls her eyes, releasing you with a begrudging look. Before you can ask what's going on, the hose shoots right towards you, snaking into your mouth and lodging itself there. It's not uncomfortable, other than for the fact that you are utterly powerless to resist. The oompa loompas begin to circle around you, your eyes darting this way and that to catch them as they move. A whimsical beat sets in, and Victoria continues to run her mouth. "Are they //singing?// Is this song for //me?//" She sounds prepared to either scream her head off or coo in delight, depending on the response. "In a sense..." Wonka is as unreadable as ever. "But just watch, hm?" Victoria and he stand next to each other, eyeing you as the oompa loompas dance. (align: "=><=")[//A naughty guest did samples eat// //Now made into a custom treat// //Already bursting at the seams// //It's time to fill them up with cream//] Suddenly, the hose engages, and sweet thick cream begins flooding into your mouth. It's so much you can't possibly hope to drink it, but it flows down your throat nevertheless, what must be dozens of gallons a second. It's not eating, so much as industrial filling, and you can only whimper as you start to expand once more. (align: "=><=")[//You've really grown quite valuable// //Your body soft and malleable// //We'll stuff you good and ship you off// //And count the cash of our payoff//] It's hard to even process the lyrics as the hose picks up force even more. Your body, jiggling and wide like a half-melted wad of butter, is starting to firm up and form into a more spherical shape, as the pressure of the cream rises. You feel your hands pull down into divots, even as your head rises up from the ground. The liquid pumps through the hose in waves, the force rising and falling, making your entire cream-puff body wobble to the rhythm. "Oh, look at them grow!" you hear Victoria shriek with delight, giddily clapping her hands. "My friends are going to be so jealous...!" (align: "=><=")[//A rich brat's toy for all your days// //Packed with cream and sugar glaze// //But delays, we can't abide// //So buckle up, let's take a ride!//] The hose still in your mouth, the tiny little men begin to roll you like an enormous ball, side over side, away from the group. You flap your hands and kick your feet, struggling with the idea that //Victoria//, of all people, is going to be purchasing you. It's utterly humiliating, and you try to ignore the giggling whispers as you're removed from the tour. The music dying down, Victoria dashes over to where you're about to leave the pastry room. The oompa loompas pause their rolling, though the hose is still in your mouth, and still forcing you even more full of fatty cream. You can hardly even think straight, but Victoria's words are as cold and clear as glass. "Wonka said I can even finish the rest of my tour. They're going to deliver you straight to my house in England~" She's utterly giddy as she reaches in and pinches your cheek. Leaning in even closer, she whispers into your hear, "And he told me just who turned on the cream pump, too... I think we're going to have a //lot// of fun, my adorably useless cream puff pet~" You moan yet again as you are finally rolled away for good. CREAM PUFF PET END

"Oh, my..." Wonka smiles broadly. "So it //wasn't// stuck... it only extended it, hm...?" "Sho good... oh god..." Hannah's eyes practically roll back in her head. "I could jusht... mnfff... //mmmmooooooo//..." She lows with obvious pleasure, her whole milky body sloshing noisily. "Chew thish... mnfff... all daaaay..."(if:!$victoriagone)[ "What's happening to her face //now?//" screeches Victoria, saying it before anyone else can.](else:)[ You notice something strange on her nose. A blue splotch, heading outwards, but moving very quickly.] "H-huh...?" A deep violet shade is rapidly spreading all over Hannah's half-spherical milky mess of a body. The loompas look at each other, the music still going, and nod. (align: "=><=")[//Looks like you've got some room for growth// //A milky cow, and berry, both// //It suits you well, wouldn't you say?// //Chewing gum for all your days//] "M-more... mnnfff..." Hannah, impossibly, manages to blow a bubble from her constantly chomping mouth. Her face is glazed over in sheer pleasure. In no time at all, the color has spread all over her, from her floppy cow ears down to her wobbling udder. What's more, her growth seems to have picked up again, and all the separate parts that held her milky bounty are starting to merge and grow. It's as if she's running out of room. Her teats squirt out a bluish milk, now, and Wonka eyes it approvingly. "Excellent... no more production facilities needed to make flavored creams, and such... Oh, think of the //possibilities//..." He delicately pats Hannah's taut belly, which is expanding outwards. With the greedy cow's rapid smacking, she's already most of the way to being a perfect ball, with only her udder and the twin curves of her breasts showing her former shape. (align: "=><=")[//We really ought to roll away// //Greedy guests just cannot stay// //We'll hook you to a milking stall// //A helpless, chewing, berry ball!//] With the team of loompas carefully avoiding compressing her bulging udder, Hannah is rolled away, mooing and chomping all the while. Wonka seems almost... proud? As he collects the group. "Well, that was just //fascinating//, wasn't it?" No one responds. "...Hmph. Well, in any case, I believe this room has stayed its welcome just right. We really ought to be leaving."(set:$hannahgone to true) >[[Onward from the pastry room]]

By the time you get outside, everyone else on the tour has already gathered. In the middle of them stands Victoria, red-faced and half egg-shaped. "Get your filthy... //nng...// hands off me, you little freaks!" The oompa loompas are urging her along, tottering from side to side in an awkward waddle.(if:!$calebgone)[ "Why are those little gremlins taking that egg from her house..." mumbles Caleb, his eyes ringed with redness.](elseif:!$torigone)[ "Holy crap, how did you get so f... wait... that's not fat, is it?" Tori pulls her head back in shock. "What the hell kind of factory am I in, anyway..."] "Such a shame. The signs said quite clearly not to touch." Wonka shakes his head. "Oh well, I suppose we ought to get this egg prepared for distribution. Would you wrap her up and get her in a basket? We've already found a buyer," he says, to an oompa-loompa at his side. "Buyer?" Victoria turns, her legs and arms already nearly drawn into her egg-shaped body. She's four feet wide at the middle, and her hands can do little more than flap and flail, but she she can still totter about under her own power for now. "Buyer of //what?//" "Oh, fear not, my dear. I think you'll find your new owner to be quite friendly!" Wonka smiles as if this ought to be reassuring for her. "You can't! I won't! I..." Victoria's crotch presses into the ground, clad in drum-tight panties, and the shock makes her leave off her protestations. "H-help! Please...!" she whimpers, as the oompa-loompas begin to circle around her. (align: "=><=")[//Dumb as dirt, and spoiled rotten// //Eating eggs quite misbegotten// //Though you might not think it's true// //The rules still do apply to you//] The little orange men peel off her clothes, distended and stretched all over her form. Now totally nude, her body is an almost perfect egg shape, though quite wide and fat. The haughty condescension of the heiress is but a distant memory as she whimpers, her eyes watching them undress her, but hardly able to say a thing. (align: "=><=")[//You think things exist for your sake// //But truly, all you do is take// //So really, then, what are you worth?// //What purpose have you, on this earth?//] "Daddy...!" Victoria thrashes violently, wiggling her feet as they leave the ground for the last time. The oompa loompas tip her over on her side, moving her to a lower center of gravity. They jump up on her, wiping her down, polishing her like a massive object. (align: "=><=")[//But worry not, we'll make you shine// //Find a place where you align// //You're not fit to be a girl// //But why not give 'pet egg' a whirl...?//] Some of them are dancing over her as they sing, polishing her smooth bare skin to a polished shine. In moments, she's just as gorgeous a burnished gold as the eggs inside the coop. Even more so, in the brighter light outside the small house. She looks perhaps even more ostentatious than she did in her gaudy outfit from before. Victoria, however, can say nothing. Her cheeks are forced into tiny divots, with only her eyes peeking out above the curve of her egg-shaped body. Hands and feet wriggle helplessly as she's rolled away, her innards sloshing with what you can only assume is the same molten chocolate filling from earlier.(if:!$hannahgone)[ "So, uh..." Hannah furrows her brow and asks Wonka, "Are you seriously going to //sell// her? Is that legal?"](else:)[ You ask Wonka if he's really planning on selling her. Would that even be legal?] "Hm, well... it's all in the contract, of course. I'm not certain what else I ought to do with a spoiled little brat who took things she was clearly told not to. She's never going to be human again, so should I take care of her //myself?//" Wonka seems just a bit perturbed by the line of questioning. "In any case, there was a buyer whom she knew quite well... a business rival of hers who expressed a great deal of interest in whatever happened to her on this tour." He smiles, but quickly adds, "Oh, not that I //expected// anything to happen to her on the tour. Of course." The awkward moment lingers for just a bit, but soon it's time to get a move on.(set:$victoriagone to true) >[[Onward from the pastry room]]

Wonka wastes no time playing a quick tune on his flute. "We'll be moving quickly on this one, I suppose. Shame he won't get to reach his full size, with all that dough he devoured, it could have been interesting..." Wonka jabs his cane mercilessly into Hiro's belly, which is steadily swelling outward with every passing second, like a loaf of bread in the oven. "W-what's... What's happening to me?" Hiro whimpers, placing both of his hands on his belly. His brief bout of compulsive gluttony seems to have passed, but the effects remain, as a button on his shirt goes sailing with a //ping//. "Why am I getting so... fat...?!" "Fat//ter//, I should think," says Wonka with a chuckle. "Well, doughier, anyway. I suppose the metaphor works." He shrugs. "There's a reason I said 'one per person'. All that dough wasn't quite ready, you see. Eating so much so quickly means it can... impart some of its properties, you might say. One might have been fine, but since it looks like you've had a //bit// more than that..." A hose snakes down from the ceiling, heading right towards Hiro. The tubby asian looks up, eyeing it fearfully. Swallowing hard, though obviously not comfortable with what he's been told, Hiro says trembling, "A-and what's... that...?" His doughy body wobbles from side to side with his shivering, as his belly spills down to his knees, and his hips widen out. "Oh, weren't you listening?" Wonka tilts his head. "The automatic cream filler's been engaged. When it detects a large enough unfilled pastry, well..." "B-but..." Hiro takes a step back, a clumsy waddle. "W-where's the pastr-//MMPPH...//" With a soft //whump//, the hose forces itself right into Hiro's mouth. The sound of rushing liquid can be heard from the tube, something thick and heavy. For a moment, he goes bug-eyed with panic, and looks as if he is about to yank out the tube with his butter-bag arms... but right after, he suddenly becomes completely relaxed. His eyes are half-lidded, and he falls back to the ground with a gentle thud, cushioned by his own burgeoning buttocks. You can hear him actively gulping down whatever's filling him up, as his growth picks up pace. "Look at that, a natural-born cream puff..." Wonka says with a wry grin. "We'll get him prepped and shipped off... I'm sure someone will just adore him." The other guests have started to gather, noticing what's happening.(if:!$torigone)[ "Holy crap, did he seriously get even //fatter//...?" Tori shakes her head in disbelief. "I can hardly stand looking at it..." There's a strange sort of shared embarrassment to her words.](if:!$calebgone)[ "Whoa... that's crazy..." Caleb's mouth hangs open in shock. "...What is it...?"](else:)[ The others seem restless, and confused by the sudden scene. Someone asks what's happened to him.] "A tasty cream puff! Worry not, my oompa-loompas will take excellent care of him...!" Wonka grips his hands on his cane, as the music starts. (align: "=><=")[//Look at this naughty cream puff// //Puffed and stuffed with so much fluff// //We'll give him all that he could want// //Which is a lot, to put it blunt//] It's almost no time at all before Hiro's as wide as he is tall, his arms and legs just wobbly cones attached to a plumping doughball of a body. The cream tightens him up as it's forced in, even as his still-expanding doughy form softens and widens him. He's growing almost exponentially, as the oompa-loompas tease and tug at him. (align: "=><=")[//You won't have to do a thing// //Guzzling cream like some fat king// //A greedy boy, eating his fill// //Wouldn't that be such a thrill?//] You can hear the rotund glutton moan in pleasure as they roll him on his side, taking care not to yank out the cream tube that continues to fill him up. He's seven, eight, nine feet wide, his creamy brown pastry skin showing little darker lines as he stretches ever larger. (align: "=><=")[//It's time to roll this puff away// //He's far too fat, he cannot stay// //All cares are gone, now taken flight// //He's just a big, fat, sweet delight//] And with that, Hiro is rolled away, the cream-hose still pumping him ever larger. "Well, I suppose that wasn't too surprising, hm?" Wonka says, making an odd comment. "In any case, we best be going..."(set:$hirogone to true) >[[Onward from the pastry room]]

(if:!$torigone)["Whoa... look at the gut on tubby..." Tori sounds somewhere between stunned and amused, glaring at Hiro's billowing gut. "T-tubby...?" Hiro snaps up, his cheeks red as beets. Then he looks down, seeing his own gut apron slowly spreading down his thighs. "...R-right... tubby..." ](elseif:!$calebgone)["Whoa... that has to be the biggest loaf of dough I've ever seen..." Caleb is staring not at the sample table, but right at Hiro's billowing gut. "L-loaf of dough?" Hiro snaps up, his cheeks red as beets. He looks down just after, seeing his own gut apron slowly spreading down his thighs, just like a swelling wad of bread dough. "R-right... loaf of dough..." ]"Now, now... everyone back away, give him some space." Wonka speaks helpfully as he ushers the group away from the swelling young man. Hiro almost looks grateful to Wonka -- a look that vanishes as soon as Wonka adds, "He's going to be much too large for any of you to stand so close. Even //I// shouldn't be so near to such a dangerously volatile thing!" "D-dangerously..." Hiro starts to mumble Wonka's words back at him, but is cut off as his belly suddenly puffs out another four inches with an audible //fwoomph//. Wonka jabs the tip of his cane into Hiro's belly. "Hmm... very volatile indeed. You had even more than three, didn't you...?" Hiro is even more taken aback than he already was. "W-well... y-yes, but they're the one who got me to eat..." It almost looks like he's about to point at you, when his swelling gut cuts him off once more. "...Oooh... I'm getting so full..." he moans, his arms being forced up by his burgeoning hips. A lilting tune emanates from Wonka's flute. "Well worry not, my corpulent young doughball, the oompa loompas will be here to help you very shortly!" he says, although he backs away the whole time. "P-please, I didn't mean to eat so many, they were just... //ooh//..." The short bursts of expansion are coming more frequently, forcing Hiro's crotch into the ground. He takes one or two tottering steps towards Wonka, who nevertheless continues backing away. "W-what's gonna... h-happen to me...?" The tour guide pauses, seeming to consider Hiro's words. "Well, same thing that happens to any other loaf of dough, I suppose." He shrugs. "We'll let you rise, then bake you. I'm sure you'll be //delicious!//" "B-bake me?!" Hiro flaps his arms, which are little more than doughy cones at this point. Wonka's flippancy is impregnable. "But worry not! A lovely ball of dough such as yourself will no doubt make an equally lovely pastry! It's what all dough wants to be, best not to fight it~" The oompa loompas gather, and begin to sing. (align: "=><=")[//This fat boy took more than his share// //Just think, the nerve, how could you dare?// //But since you seem to love it so// //We guess it's good you're now all dough//] Hiro's body, far from growing tight and round, only seems to billow and spread further as he grows. "P-pweeshe... I'm so... so..." He whimpers and wobbles, his legs buried somewhere beneath the heap of dough that his body has become. From a safe distance, you can see his eyes go half-lidded, and weak. "So... //h-hungry...//" he says, with a moan that sounds almost sensual. (align: "=><=")[//Well look at that, gave in already?// //Time to get you hot and ready// //This fat boy needs some time to proof// //But staying here? He'd hit the roof//] The loompas do not seem so worried as Wonka, and willingly sink their hands into his still yielding sides. His skin is soft and pale, as it always was, though now it seems distinctly more yellow-brown than before. (if:!$hannahgone)[ "Wow, he's seriously just a huge ball of dough, huh..." mutters Hannah, smacking at her gum.](else:)[ He looks //just// like a big loaf of dough, you think.] (align: "=><=")[//Let's take this doughball out of here// //But don't you worry, have no fear// //We've all a pastry ever needs// //We'll give him that for which he pleads//] The oompa-loompas are rolling him, his rolls flopping over each other like... well, like a massive loaf of dough. But more than a few of the mischeivous little orange men dance over his body as it flops, and you can see in their hands pastries just like the one from the sample table earlier. Samples they are handing to Hiro, who, as far as you can tell, seems to be gobbling them down as fast as his doughy cheeks will let him. (align: "=><=")[//Let him rise up, big and fat// //Dip him in the frosting vat// //Serve him up sweet, on a plate// //Such a fitting final fate...!//] Hiro swells bigger, ten, then fifteen feed wide. He seems to be growing even faster, though it doesn't slow the oompa loompas down as they roll him to a large steel door that you're not entirely sure was there ten minutes prior. It says "PROOFING ROOM" above it. "Well then, it is the //pastry// room, after all. Isn't it lovely to see something so fascinating before we move along?" Wonka trots off to the exit, and you guess that he means for you to follow. You and the remaining tour guests exchange glances... this place is weird.(set:$hirogone to true) >[[Onward from the pastry room]]

(align: "=><=")[//A greedy pig, now milky cow// //There's only one thing for them now// //The pastry room was their downfall,// //Let's roll them to their milking stall!//] //{(live: 3s)[ (either: "Jeez, getting so fat, now this...", "They're still getting bigger...", "Is that white stuff dribbling down their front... //oh...//") ]}// You can hear the crowd murmur as the oompa-loompas sing about you. You feel your crotch push harder and harder into the ground as the milk fills you up, turning you into a big sloshy water balloon of sorts. The pressure's not abating, and it's very little time at all before you're close to spherical in shape, helpless to move. The loompas tip you over, milk spilling from your engorged breasts. It's not quite like normal human lactation, though -- more like you're just a big sloshy sphere of fluid, and those are two easy places for the milk to escape. (align: "=><=")[//We'll hook you up and suck it out// //Sadly, there can be no doubt// //Now that they're a milk balloon// //They won't be normal again soon//] To your shock, the whole front panel of the stall you're currently in folds away, retracting into the sides like magic. It seems this barn is more high-tech than meets the eyes. But you're hardly thinking about that -- you're totally overwhelmed as the milk churns about inside you, forcing your arms and legs to sink deeper and deeper into the sphere of your torso. All you can do is whimper and flap, a helpless milky ball waiting to pop, as the oompa loompas roll you out into the main passageway of the barn. (align: "=><=")[//We've teased our pet now much too long// //Their milky swelling's going strong// //Greedy guzzling never pays// //A sloshy cow, for all their days!//] They spin you hand over hand, your whole body still growing tighter. You can see pinkish stress lines streaking over the ghost-pale expanse of your milky body, as you're rolled past the "DO NOT CROSS" line... MILK BALLOON END

"//Milking stall?!// //Explosions?!//" Victoria howls the words with all her might, even as her clothes shred off of her. She's a half-nude ball of gurgling milk, her legs nearly enveloped by her sloshing torso, though her arms are only somewhat encumbered. "And what was that I heard about 'roll'?! You will //carry// me to an appropriate facility, where--" "My dear, you'll have to speak up, I'm quite deaf in this ear, you see..." Wonka wastes no time sticking his cane into Victoria's exposed belly, which is now so distended with milk she cannot possibly hope to defend it. This cuts her rant off with a pained yelp. "But worry not, we'll be sure to keep you safe and milked as someone of your social stature deserves." "Milked? You will not... //ngg//..." Victoria's breasts are the size of basketballs, straining against her bra and dribbling milk, and they wobble as she struggles to waddle a few more steps. "I will consent to no such... //hff//..." A few more steps end in just more wheezing and sloshing, as Victoria turns into a big sloshy ball of milk.(if:!$hannahgone)[ "But don't worry, they're gonna... //snrk//... //milk// you, lol..." Hannah can't stifle her giggling at all anymore, openly laughing at Victoria's predicament.] Wonka hardly seems bothered. If anything, he's growing more talkative. "We'll be sure you're hooked up at least twice a day, fear not! Though I fear there's little we can do to reverse the transformation, we have a great deal of experience in keeping you safe in a stall, just like the other cattle..." "I am not 'cattle'...!" Victoria flaps her arms and rocks her weight from side to side, her sloshy orb of a body sagging down around her feet. "Hmm... debatable." Wonka shrugs, and the oompa loompas begin to sing. (align: "=><=")[//Always wanting everything// //Demands on demands, like a king// //But just what has that gotten you?// //What has this brat been turned into?//] "Away from... //nff//... m-mee...!" Looking like a stretchy balloon packed full of liquid, Victoria's flailing makes her whole body jiggle and slosh. But it's now well beyond her control, and she can do nothing to stop the oompa loompas from laying their hands on her side. (align: "=><=")[//You were useless, as you were// //A miserable and needy cur// //But now you'll finally be a boon!// //Made a useful milk balloon//] (align: "=><=")[//We'll roll you down into a stall// //(It must be large, you aren't small)// //And milk you there for all your days// //Pat your head, and give you praise//] (align: "=><=")[//And we'll be sure you don't explode// //If only for your milky load// //No more screeching, greedy brat// //A lovely cow, so round and fat!//] They tip Victoria on her side, despite her flapping and whimpering. Her cheeks soon swell up with the milk inside her too, her whole body becoming one massive container for the stuff. The oompa loompas are already trying on milking cups for her massive breasts, two beach-ball sized orbs that rival the rest of her body in tightness. Even her skin is turning white with the stuff, marking her as more milk than woman. The whole wall, door and everything, retracts, allowing enough space for even the sloshy milk balloon to be rolled into the main passageway of the stable. The oompa loompas dance all over her, showing little respect, but they are careful when rolling her engorged breasts, at least. "Not a... //nnfff//... c-cow...!" you can hear Victoria mumble pathetically, as she's rolled out of the stall. She passes you a look, but it's so quick you almost can't read it. "Well... that was an interesting juxtaposition, wouldn't you say?" says Wonka, with a strange smile. But he shrugs, and begins walking toward the exit, opposite the long hallway that Victoria is rolled down. "Best get a move on... this room has had its time, I think."(set:$victoriagone to true) >[[Onward from the pastry room]]

It's those chestnuts from earlier. Hungry again already? (link:">Eat them")[Yeah, you are hungry. You gobble down what you've carried of the fattening chestnuts, and they're gone in a flash. You really don't have much self control, huh?(set:$fatlevel to $fatlevel + 0.5)(set:$inv to $inv - (a: "Chocolate chestnuts"))]

"Welcome, welcome friends! I invite you to relax, have a seat...!" Wonka stands just inside the doorway, and beckons you in. The first thing you notice about the "refreshments" room is just how small it is. It's not so much bigger than an ordinary living room, in fact. Though it isn't *tiny*, compared to the gaping cavernous rooms that you've been through thus far, this one nearly feels cramped.(if:$totalcount is $tourcount)[ *Especially* with the full group.](elseif:$totalcount is ($tourcount - 4))[ Although, with it just being two of you left, it's really not so bad.] Unlike the others, this does not appear to be involved in candy production of any kind -- there are several low, inviting couches in purple and gold, with a table or three in front of them. No scary machinery, nor "do not touch" signs. Small refrigerators are saddled up next to the couches, containing, you assume, the drinks which give the room its name.(if:!$victoriagone)[ "No accounting for taste, is there..." Victoria wrinkles her nose at the so-gaudy-it's-almost-tacky decor. All the walking seems to have taken a toll on the wealthy socialite, however, and she finds a seat with no further complaints.](if:!$calebgone)[ Caleb, to no one's surprise, needs no urging to relax. "Man, couch lock was just setting in... wicked..." he says, practically flopping onto a plush purple sofa.](if:!!$victoriagone and !!$calebgone)[ Everyone moves in and takes a seat.] "Now, mingle amongst yourselves, feel free to grab anything you like from the coolers, it's all quite safe! No untoward ends to be met here!" Wonka smiles and gestures towards the miniature refrigerators near your feet. In a markedly quiter voice, he adds, "Well... anything not to be touched will be kept away from the lounging area, at least..." Sounds like a chance to take a break from touring, and learn a bit more about your tour companions. (set: $currentarea to 5)\ >[[Have a drink and chat]]

Everyone's sitting around, relaxing for a bit. You've got some time to talk, if you want. (if: !$hirogone)[>[[Chat with Hiro->refreshments hiro]] ]\ (if: !$victoriagone)[>[[Chat with Victoria->refreshments victoria]] ]\ (if: !$hannahgone)[>[[Chat with Hannah->refreshments hannah]] ]\ (if: !$calebgone)[>[[Chat with Caleb->refreshments caleb]] ]\ (if: !$torigone)[>[[Chat with Tori->refreshments tori]] ]\ >[[Chat with Wonka->refreshments wonka]] >[[See if there are any more... interesting drinks]] >[[Tell Wonka you're ready to move on]]

Hiro is sitting quietly, making no real moves to talk to anyone else. He seems fairly preoccupied by the Wonka bars that have been provided, alternating polite, but hurried bites with swigs from a large bottle of something fizzy. It seems it's given him the hiccups. "*Hic*... H-hey, did you... *hic*... need something?" he asks as he notices your attention, his belly wobbling with every abdominal spasm. It doesn't stop the tubby guy from going in for another bite -- he's clearly a fan of chocolate. >[[Ask Hiro why he's on the tour]] >[[Talk to someone else->Have a drink and chat]]

Victoria seems utterly bored, as she has at almost any time when she isn't being shown something that defies ordinary human comprehension. "This... *cozy* place", she says, spitting the adjective out like a curse, "doesn't even have any French sparkling water... Am I to drink *sugared drinks?* Or, heaven forbid, sparkling water from *Italy?*" She scoffs and rolls her eyes, not seeming to mind that Wonka is still within earshot. Still, she must be bored, as she does not immediately dismiss your attentions. "Hm? What do you want?" she asks. >[[Ask Victoria why she's on the tour]] >[[Talk to someone else->Have a drink and chat]]

Hannah is fidgeting anxiously as you turn your attentions to her. She keeps looking at the soda bottle in her hand, realizing it isn't a glowing rectangle, and then looking mildly perturbed at this realization. She gives a few angry chews of her gum, rolls her eyes, and then repeats the process again. You're fairly certain this is what they call "social media addiction". After a couple cycles of this, she notices you staring. "Take a picture, it'll last longer. ...Not that you *can*," she says with a sigh, and an irritated sidelong glance at Wonka. He doesn't seem to notice, or at least he gives no indication that he cares what Hannah thinks. She grunts. "*God,* I'm bored." >[[Ask Hannah why she's on the tour]] >[[Talk to someone else->Have a drink and chat]]

Caleb is so still and vacant-looking that for a moment, you're worried he might be asleep with his eyes open. He looks like a red-eyed statue, making it all the more surreal when he actually does lift the bottle of soda in his hand to take a drink. "Haha... whoa..." he mutters to himself, apparently fascinated with the motion of his own limb. Halfway through lifting his arm, however, he stops, eases it back down to his side, and resumes staring off into space. He's not looking super talkative of his own accord, but maybe if you asked him a question... >[[Ask Caleb why he's on the tour]] >[[Talk to someone else->Have a drink and chat]]

(if:!!$toristuffed)[Tori is glaring ominously at you before you even think about talking her. She's still got the pooch that you gave her back in the chocolate room, and it's obvious she hasn't forgotten who gave it to her. She definitely looks like she doesn't feel like talking to you... and there's something ominous in her eyes you don't like. >[[Talk to someone else->Have a drink and chat]]](else:)[Tori doesn't even have a drink in hand, and she's doing some form of seated calisthenics on one of the couches by herself. Figures that the soda room would probably not be her thing... maybe she might fancy some conversation. >[[Ask Tori why she's on the tour]] >[[Talk to someone else->Have a drink and chat]]]

(if:$tourcount is 1)[It's just you, Wonka, and one other remaining guest. Your guide is mysterious, but he seems open to talk, so you move to a sofa facing the one he's on, out of earshot over the muzak that plays. "Come for a chat, hm?" Wonka seems very calm for how dramatic the tour has been so far, swirling his drink and leaning back on the couch. You're suddenly deeply uncomfortable with just how at-ease he seems. After all, tour guests have been dropping left and right and left again... and you'd be lying if you said you didn't have some... *small*... hand in at least *some* of their unfortunate exits. "Enjoying the tour?" he asks, taking a sip of something. "At this rate, I daresay you might be the only one to make it to the next room!" He shakes his head and smiles, as if thinking of a funny joke that he can't say aloud. "And then perhaps *no one* will see the very end of the tour, wouldn't that be something?" You want out of this conversation now. You politely nod along with his question, and he nods back as you slip away. You should probably be a *bit* concerned about just how few people are left besides yourself. >[[Talk to someone else->Have a drink and chat]]](elseif:$tourcount is 2)[Wonka sits quietly, staring off into space, not drinking or interacting with anything. He's somehow both a huge talker and a man of few words, so you figure it's maybe worth chatting him up and seeing what he knows. It's just you and two others, so there's an edge of worry in the air, but Wonka seems perfectly composed as you take a seat across from him. "They're dropping like flies, aren't they?" he says, unprompted, flashing you a grin. He chuckles, and looks around the room. "It won't be long now..." You're confused, and more than just a little worried, but you ask him what he means. "Oh, I'd have thought it obvious..." he says, in a muted voice only you can hear. "Six guests, five rooms, someone leaves in every room... It's a formula, hm?" He leans forward on the couch, holding his cane. "*Someone* has to win the tour, don't they?" To your shock, he *winks* at you. "I've got my eye on you... I'm expecting great things...!" Is *that* what this is? It's so sudden you can hardly process it. Wonka doesn't seem to care much what you do with this information, though, and he goes back to politely sitting and holding his cane. He doesn't seem interested in saying any more. >[[Talk to someone else->Have a drink and chat]]](elseif:$tourcount is not $totalcount)["Enjoying yourself?" Wonka notices you as you sit on a couch across from him. You nod politely and tell him that it has been *very* interesting so far. Sure, there's been a mishap or two, but every room has had its charm. "Oh, yes, well, sometimes guests just misbehave, no accounting for that..." He nods along. "A bad apple... or blueberry. We've still got quite a few left, though. More than I would have expected, honestly." That's a very odd thing for a tour guide to say, you think. "But, well, c'est life, hm? It's good to have a somewhat normal day now and again, really emphasizes the beauty of the bizarre...!" Wonka looks around at the remaining guests, including yourself. You have very little idea what he's getting at, but it makes you uncomfortable nonetheless. It... doesn't seem like Wonka is really much of a conversationalist. >[[Talk to someone else->Have a drink and chat]]](else:)[Wonka looks visibly... annoyed? It's not as though he's easy to read, but he's holding his head in one hand and staring off into space. It's somewhere between that and disappointment as you see him sigh. You decide to chat him up, and sit down across from him. This, however, still doesn't seem to get him to notice your presence, but a follow-up clearing of your throat rouses him from his reverie. "Hm? What? Are we leaving this room already?" he says, seeming vaguely befuddled. You tell him no, you just wanted to chat. Wonka looks weirdly... relieved? "Oh, excellent! I normally wouldn't say this to a guest, but..." He leans in close, putting his weight on his cane as he sits forward all the way. "This tour's been really rather... *boring*, no?" You say that no, you didn't find a massive eatable chocolate room, an utterly insane inventing room, and then a pastry room filled with golden eggs to be 'boring', actually. "But it's all just *looking!*" says Wonka with a deep exhale.(if:$fatlevel>3.5)[ "Although," he adds, looking down at your fat belly as it pushes out of your woefully-undersized clothing, "it looks like you've been doing a bit more than just 'looking'..."] He shakes his head, and collects himself a bit. "In any case, relax, enjoy the room, have a drink, do... nothing..." He turns away from you. It seems he's not interested in conversing any longer. >[[Talk to someone else->Have a drink and chat]]]

"Oh, uh, well..." He's suddenly blushing, though you didn't think the question was an embarrassing one. "I mean, I ate... *hic...* the chocolate... ahaha..." He rubs his belly absentmindedly to ease the hiccups, looking to the side. You ask him why he gets so flustered talking about it. If there's any place to be a proud chocolate eater, this was it, right? Hiro takes a breath to steady his nerves, and nearly manages to meet your eyes as he answers the question. "I mean... sure, it's just... you know, my weight and all. I got teased a lot for it growing up." He holds up the bar. "These bars were a... a comfort, I guess? Sometimes I think I'd like to just do nothing but eat..." His blush returns in force as his mouth is plugged once more with delicious chocolate. You tell him this is probably the place for it. That chocolate room earlier was incredible, you say. "You're telling me..." Suddenly, Hiro's eyes are looking somewhere distant, outside the room you're currently in. "Just thinking of that river... I wonder what it tastes like..." A thin line of drool nearly reaches his wobbling second chin, before he bashfully wipes it away, and returns to his senses. "Uh, well, anyway, uh... I... l-like... chocolate...? And so I mean... ahaha... I mean I ate a *lot* of chocolate bars to get here... ahaha..." It seems you've unintentionally embarrassed him into silence, as he quietly turns away from you, and takes a gulp from his bottle of soda. He hiccups. >[[Talk to someone else ->Have a drink and chat]](if:$tourcount is not $totalcount)[ >[[Ask him what he thinks of the factory->hiro dangers]] ]

Your next question grabs his attention once more, however. "W-what I think of the factory?" His skin whitens in color as a wave of obvious anxiety comes over him. "I mean... I'd rather not think too much about what's happened... I just..." He shakes his head, and looks at the chocolate bar. A strange sort of determined look comes over him as he says, "If there's a lifetime supply of this stuff at the end... i-it's gotta be worth it, right..." He stares intently at the chocolate, a bizarre resolve in his eyes. >[[Talk to someone else->Have a drink and chat]]

"*Why?*" She seems utterly perplexed by the question. "Darling, have you been under a rock for the past three months? It's only the most exclusive event there *is*," she says with a smug aura, seemingly forgetting how she has constantly complainted about nearly every facet of said 'most exclusive event' since joining it. You make to ask a follow-up question, but Victoria needs no such prompting to continue her monologue. "You *must* understand, as a philanthropist, I have to be sure that others know that I am an individual with social standing and an ability to maneuver. Would you want some hoi polloi *riff-raff* running your charity? I should think not!" She rolls her eyes and chuckles. "With the media coverage this has brought to yours truly, donations are sure to trickle down to all the charity work I'm associated with, and just *think* of all the good we could do with that money!" You've heard she spent quite a lot of her father's money to secure the ticket, though. You take the brief pause of her basking in her own glory to ask the obvious question -- how much did it cost? She's glaring daggers at you. Suddenly, she doesn't seem to want to talk any longer. >[[Talk to someone else ->Have a drink and chat]](if:$tourcount is not $totalcount)[ >[[Ask her what she thinks of the factory->victoria dangers]] ]

She can't resist a chance to give you her thoughts when you ask for them directly, however. You ask her about the factory, and whether the happenings so far make her worried at all, and she readily answers. "Worried? Darling, you don't get to where *I* am and get worried about a little *chocolate*," she says, with a derisive laugh that sounds suspiciously well-practiced. "If this is to be some sort of competition, then *I* will win, it's as simple as that. I could not care *less* about some greedy fool getting rolled away." She waves a hand, dismissing you. "Now, if I could just find some decent sparkling water... French, preferably..." She seems well and truly through with you for now. >[[Talk to someone else->Have a drink and chat]]

"Why?" The internet idol seems taken aback by the question. "I mean... it seemed cool? And I figured my followers would get a kick out of it." She shrugs. "Everyone on the planet was talking about it, so just *think* how much things'll be blowing up once I win this thing and tell everyone about it!" She takes on a crazed look, her mind plainly filled with nothing other than thoughts of likes and shares. So, you did it for the fans? you ask. "Yeah! I did it so they would give me likes!" she blurts out with an almost childish excitement. "I just like, asked them to help me out because I *reeeeeeaaally* wanted it, and it only took a week or two before one of my *adoring* fans came through!" You mention that it's almost impossible to believe anyone would give something like that up for someone they've never met before. Many people spent huge sums of money just in the *hopes* of winning. Hannah does not seem to appreciate this question. "What, you think I don't *deserve* it?" She scowls at you. "Look, I didn't become the most-followed live-streamer in the 18-to-25 market just to get scolded by some *nobody*. How did *you* get a ticket, huh?" You... don't want to answer that question. "And anyway, I'm here now, that's what matters. I've just gotta get out of here so I can start getting more content out again... ugh, I'm already slipping behind schedule, my follower count's probably only gone up by a couple hundred..." She shakes her head, looking down at the soda bottle again in the hopes that it might have morphed into something she can receive instant validation from, but it hasn't. >[[Talk to someone else ->Have a drink and chat]](if:$tourcount is not $totalcount)[ >[[Ask her what she thinks of the factory->hannah dangers]] ]

"Huh? What do I think about the factory?" Hannah considers the question for a moment, blowing a bubble as she thinks. "I mean... liiiittle creeped out by those tiny orange men, and I dunno what the deal is with all the songs and crap..." She shrugs. (if:!!$gumskipped)["Oh, that inventing room place was cool. Dunno about that weird gum machine, though. Mighta been cool to see what it did..."](else:)["Dodged a bullet with that gum machine, though. This factory is messed up."] She recollects herself, and shakes her head. "I mean, I'm making it to the end, that's that. Wouldn't wanna desert my fans, after all. And weird stories can make for huge numbers~" She turns away from you, going right back to her anxious cycle of fidgeting and jonesing for her phone. >[[Talk to someone else->Have a drink and chat]]

"Whoa, when did you get there!" Caleb says in surprise as soon as you say anything to him. The shock seems to shake him out of his dank stupor, and he registers your words after a delay of only a few seconds. "Uh... why...?" He tilts his head and thinks for a moment... A *long* moment... A *very* long moment... "Uh... I found one of those tickets in, like, a bar of chocolate, heh..." He smiles, seemingly pleased with himself for getting the mostly-coherent sentence out in one go. "Do you, uh, know what the munchies are...?" You inform Caleb that yes, you are aware that he enjoys cannabis. He shrugs off your sarcasm. "Yeah, I mean, weed just helps me relax. Stuff, you know, gets like, stressful... Better to just... relax..." You wait for a moment to see if the listing ship of Caleb's conversation thread can right itself, and it does, after only ten or fifteen seconds of awkward silence. "Anyway, Chocolate bars are kinda my go-to snack, you know? And I was eating them, just sitting at home, on the couch..." He spaces out for a moment, apparently thinking again. He looks at you intently and asks, "Do you know what a couch is...?" You tell Caleb that you think you get the idea. He seems only too relieved to not have to explain any further. >[[Talk to someone else ->Have a drink and chat]](if:$tourcount is not $totalcount)[ >[[Ask him what he thinks of the factory->caleb dangers]] ]

"What do I... think...?" Caleb seems bewildered at the question itself. "Uh, about... what? Like, I think about sativa vs indica, and I mean you really get a better body high with indica, and I'm all *about* that, but you know if you're gonna be out and about --" You interrupt what is probably the longest sentence you've ever heard him utter, because that is decidedly *not* what you meant. You ask him about what happened earlier, and whether he's worried about the factory itself in some way. Things have been more than just a bit unbelievable. "Huh?" Again, total confusion. "Something happened?" His mouth hangs agape. He listens intently to your explanation, about the oompa-loompas, and the humiliating song that they sang before helping the unfortunate guest. You're unsure whether he's really getting it, but you're hopeful for a moment as he says, "Whoa, that sounds... bad. Someone should probably do something about that..." His gaze drifts down at his arm as he lifts it to take a drink, though. His eyes are locked onto his fingers in total wonderment. "Whoa... Look at them... fing..." He seems... occupied. >[[Talk to someone else->Have a drink and chat]]

(if:$fatlevel>3.5)[Before you can even ask the question, Tori notices that you're looking in her direction. "Need something, tubbs?" she says, a smirk on her face. Sure, you've put on a bit of weight (okay, a *lot* of weight) since entering the factory, but I mean, considering it *is* a chocolate factory... You try to say all this in your own defense, but Tori isn't hearing it. "You know, I've watched you stuff your pig-snout since you came in here. You're just a born fatty at heart, aren't you?" She sneers, and pokes your wobbling gut as it rests on your thighs. "You were wheezing just waddling down the hallway to get in here. Ever heard of a 'diet', tubbs?" You blush, and try to defend yourself feebly, but there's simply too much exposed skin to keep her from teasing you. She pinches your soft rolls and lets them slap down against themselves, laughing derisively. No one else makes a move to help you -- after all, you *have* practically tripled in weight in the last few hours. "You'll be lucky if you manage to waddle out of here on your own two feet, fatty," says Tori, bringing her face oddly close to yours. You swallow hard and inch away, uncomfortably aware how far your belly sticks out in front of you like a pile of pudding. Maybe she wasn't the best conversational partner in your current state... >[[Talk to someone else ->Have a drink and chat]]](else:)["Hm? Why I'm here?" Tori leaves off her flexing. "I mean, yeah, good question I guess. Well, I was trying this choco-diet thing, where basically you eat about fifty of those Wonka bars a day, and you gotta try and work every last bit of it off. Like, you're cutting and bulking at the same time, is the idea? And, uh..." She trails off, and looks away. You ask her why she's suddenly gone quiet -- it isn't like her to be at a loss for words when it comes to dieting. She drops her voice and leans in. "Uh... I mean... look, I have to be honest. Dunno if you knew this, but when I was a kid, I was, well..." Tori blushes, her chiseled cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. "F-fat..." Huh. Somehow, you're not surprised? But you try not to let on to that fact as you ask her to go on. "Y-yeah, well, anyway, as you can see, I've turned *that* around!" She proudly flexes her biceps. "Anyway, the chocolate diet was... alright, I guess... although I *did* have to do cardio for a good six hours a day to keep up with it..." You're pretty sure that would kill an ordinary person, but you don't interrupt. "And to my surprise, the damned ticket just happened to be in there! I thought about selling it, of course, but you know..." She looks around at the others. "I just had a feeling like there was a *reason* I won that ticket... There's bound to be some fatso who needs good advice, eh?" She laughs boisterously. A fat-hating former fat kid, huh? Weird that she ended up on this tour... >[[Talk to someone else ->Have a drink and chat]](if:$tourcount is not $totalcount)[ >[[Ask her what she thinks of the factory->tori dangers]] ]]

"Oh, the factory? Yeah, I mean..." Tori steals a glance at Wonka to make sure he isn't looking. "Look, between you and me, I think maybe they deserved it. Someone who can't control their cravings in a chocolate factory? Not my fault if they get rolled away or whatever..." In the interest of playing devil's advocate, you mention that they probably did not need to sing a humiliating song to go along with their fate, at least. "Yeah, I mean, maybe..." Tori shakes her head, as if trying to discard the thought. "But *I* have better self-control than that...!" You... wonder about that. >[[Talk to someone else->Have a drink and chat]]

You figure you've had enough of conversation, you're ready to see the next room. You bide your time until the others seem appropriately bored, then you talk to Wonka. "Really?" he says, flatly. Taken aback, you tell him, uh, yes, really, is there some problem with that? He shakes his head, as if realizing what he had just said. "Oh, yes, just a little Chocolate Humor, if you will, ahaha!" He says something utterly inexplicable, and pops up from the couch in one sudden motion. "Moving on then, never inspecting any of the dangerous drinks that surely lurk in every corner!" What a bizarre thing to say. >[[Out and down the hallway once more]]

Wonka seems to be in more of a hurry than ever, briskly strolling out of the room without looking back. You're back in a hallway with many doors, seemingly going on forever.(if:$fatlevel>3)[ He's moving quickly enough that you struggle to keep up, your belly slapping against your thighs as you waddle. Good job stuffing your face, chubbs.](if: $tourcount is 0)[ It's just you and him, now, with no one at all left on the tour anymore. Still, he seems as chipper as ever, heels bouncing with every step that clacks down the hallway. "Fantastic factory, isn't it!" he says, some ten feet in front of you and not slowing his pace at all. "So many things can happen... sometimes they can happen even more quickly than you anticipated...!" You're... not quite sure what he's getting at. You tell him so, and ask what exactly the next room is. This is starting to feel... ominous. "All five of them, gone, before we saw all the rooms even! Fascinating, fascinating!" He gesticulates and waves his cane around, but he only increases his walking speed as he goes. You're almost jogging to keep up(if:$fatlevel>3)[, but it's really more of a wobbly waddle, with plenty of sweating to go along with it.](else:)[.] You repeat yourself -- what's the next room? "We're ahead of schedule!" Suddenly, he stops at one of the doors, which looks to you just like any other. "We're moving right to the very final one, my dear guest," he says, turning to look at you at last with a smile. Was it always so broad and toothy? Well... okay... Guess this is it, then?(set:$hasty to true) >[[To the final room]]](else:)[ You and the rest of the group follow along in awkward silence. The bizarreness of the earlier parts of the factory is still omnipresent, but this hallway is oppressive in its sameness. You can do little but $moveverb along. Wonka stops at a seemingly random door, and turns and claps his hands. (if:$tourcount is $totalcount)[ "Hmm... there's... quite a few more of you than I expected, somehow..." he says, looking over your group of 6. Sure, you rushed through a few rooms, and nothing *really* interesting happened, but it's just a tour of a candy factory. Is it that strange to not have some shocking event?](else:)[ "Well well well... (text:$totalcount-$tourcount) naughty guests gone, (text:$tourcount+1) good guests left..." You swear he glances at you.(if:!$hannahgone)[ "That's a reeeeally weird thing to say..." Hannah makes a face and eyes Wonka skeptically.](elseif:!$hirogone)[ "S-something about that phrasing makes me... n-nervous..." Hiro's belly is wobbling in fear as he speaks.](else:)[ That's a... really weird thing to say on a tour, if you think about it.]] But Wonka presses on, his enthusiasm both unpredictable and seemingly unending. "I have one last room to show you before we can wrap up our tour. Come along, come along!" He opens the door, walks inside, and gestures for you all to follow. He's back to beaming with pride again. "I can't wait for you all to experience 'Wonkavision'!" >Head inside and experience [[Wonkavision]]]

You wait for a moment when no one's really paying attention, and quietly slip over to the side of the room. You know you're not supposed to leave the lounging area, but at this point, you're kinda looking for trouble. You worry for a moment that you've grabbed Wonka's attention, but the chocolatier seems firmly dedicated to staring off into the void. There's a lot of fridges in here, surely some of them have something beyond juices, or sodas, or cordials, or whatever. ...What even *is* a cordial, anyway? >[[A green-and-black fridge with lightning decals and VERMICIOUS KNID ENERGY written on it]] >[[A fridge totally covered in decorations of purple and green leaves]] >[[A dainty little fridge colored all pink with gold trim around the corners]] >Go back to the group to [[have a drink and chat->Have a drink and chat]]

VERMICIOUS KNID ENERGY. Really? 'VERMICIOUS KNID ENERGY'? This is obviously just a play on Monster Energy, and a lazy one at that. What the hell even is a VERMICIOUS KNID? Why would you want its energy? Do the all-caps matter? You have half a mind to march over to Wonka and complain about all this, but you figure maybe you ought to take a look first. The fridge is so shockingly green and black that you can barely stand to look directly at it, but you crack the door gingerly. You didn't expect the speakers on the back to play a booming thunder sound the second they detected it, but thankfully those over on the couches don't seem to have noticed anyway. This one has multiple cans in it, each of them a different color of lightning. You didn't know lightning came in this many colors. The labels say things like "FAT OBLITERATOR", "GET PUMPED", and "LOSE WEIGHT INSTANTLY". Is "FAT OBLITERATOR" a flavor? Do *these* all-caps matter? You don't have much time to think about it before your absence is noticed, though.(if:!!$torigone)[ Huh, you think, fat obliterator? Tori might have been interested in this, if she wasn't already off the tour. Oh well. >Go back and [[See if there are any more... interesting drinks]]](else:)[ "What was that noise..." Tori's muscular ears perk up as she looks around. It seems someone *did* notice the thunder noise. And, you suddenly realize, who better to try out this drink? >[[Tempt Tori]] >Go back and [[See if there are any more... interesting drinks]]](if:$fatlevel>3.5)[ ...Or, maybe you could [[drink the energy drink yourself]]. You could use some FAT OBLITERATION, tubby.]

There's really only one way to describe it: It's a weed fridge. It looks like some cheap junk you'd see in a CBD shop in south Florida, with cheesy five-pointed leaves in psychedelic purple and green. You're not sure it's really anything you'd be interested in... Still, it's Wonka's factory, there's gotta be *something* worth seeing in it, right? You crack it open gingerly, the rubber seal releasing from the frame with a satisfying hiss. Immediately you are hit with an odor so dank, so funky and earthy, you're certain *someone* must have noticed...(if:!!$calebgone)[ ...But no one seems to care. In the fridge is just one bottle, labeled "Sky High", with a sub-title that reads "because it gets you high, and you go into the sky", and, below that, "do you get it? It's a pun". If only Caleb were still here, you think. Probably better not to mess with it yourself, this place is already fucked up enough without being stoned out of your mind. >Go back and [[See if there are any more... interesting drinks]]](else:)[ Back over by the couches, you swear you see Caleb's nose twitch. It's subtle, so you almost don't notice it. However, the fact that no other part of him has moved at all makes the twitch even more noticeable. He's been half-catatonically staring off into space since you entered the room, and there's no doubt in your mind he noticed that smell. That's a good sign. There's just one bottle in the fridge, a heavily-decorated one labeled "Sky High". You're not sure if it's some kind of contact high from the sheer odor, but a plan is starting to coalesce in your mind. >[[Tempt Caleb]] >Go back and [[See if there are any more... interesting drinks]]]

One of the fridges is a soft pastel pink, one of the few that's of a lighter shade, and so it stands out to you. There's no clear labeling from the outside, but it projects an air of regality with its gold crenellations running along the top. Seems worth investigating, you decide, as you crack it open. The stench -- //stench// -- that emanates from its insides, however, is a total mismatch for the appearance. It smells like something fermented, thick, and... gassy? The exterior is so dainty and well-refined, but the contents are utterly rank. It reminds you of someone...(if:!!$victoriagone)[ Oh, right, Victoria. You'd already half-forgotten that she'd left the tour earlier. You can't imagine anyone else that would be willing to drink something that smells like this. Taking a closer look at the bottle, you see it's labeled "Pet de Porc" in a fancy cursive lettering, looking again very elegant and careful. ...Your French is not great, but what little you know tells you it means... 'pig fart'? No point in even touching that yourself... >Go back and [[See if there are any more... interesting drinks]]](else:)[ "What *is* that *dreadful* smell?" Victoria screeches from across the room. You duck down, and miraculously she doesn't follow through on her constant complaining. "I swear, there's nothing even remotely decent in this whole factory..." She wrinkles her nose, and goes back to her own drink. You suddenly remember who the fridge reminded you of. The single bottle in the fridge, decorated all in cursive font of pink and gold, reads "Pet de Porc", but you hardly have time to think about that if you want to act. >[[Tempt Victoria]] >Go back and [[See if there are any more... interesting drinks]]]

This room's been pretty dull, anyway. You didn't join this crazy tour to chat up a bunch of walking caricatures, you came to... to... Why *did* you come, exactly? Just to gawk? To get a lifetime supply of chocolate?(if:$fatlevel>3.5)[ You've already started well in on that, tubby.] Logically speaking, it was just random chance that you got that golden ticket, but something in you knows it was more than that. *Something*... The unpleasant moment of self-reflection passes as you decide it's time for *action*. You reach in and grab the bottle gingerly, taking care that no one's noticed your absence as yet, and that there isn't a pressure sensor or something unexpected. Although, to be honest, you're not sure what you expect. That same *something* is telling you that this one's for Caleb. You hardly have a plan at all. Should you tell him where you found it? He'd probably jump at the chance for anything weed-related, but what if he doesn't? As you tiptoe back towards the couches, you try to think of a way to convince Caleb to drink the thing you //know// he'll drink. There has to be some solution... You're so deep in thought, you accidentally trip over the corner of the couch that Caleb's sitting on. You fall forward, losing your grip on the purple-and-green bottle,(if:$fatlevel>3.5)[ your belly fat rippling free in the air as you stumble,] and you can only watch in quiet horror as it flies through the air, straight towards Caleb's lap. *PLOP* You hold your breath for a moment as the bottle lands neatly between his legs, on the couch. How could you mess up like this? How are you going to explain this? You still have no idea how you're going to convince him to -- "Cool... a drink!" Caleb says, his eyes pleasantly glazed over as he unscrews the cap and takes a sip. Huh. That was easy. You're... not sure he even looked at the label. >[[Watch Caleb drink]]

Pink, gold, French, fancy -- what do all these descriptors add up to? There's only one person on the tour you can think of who might be interested in this. Victoria is looking at the bottle of decidedly non-French sparkling water in her hands and sneering. Just //why// you feel so compelled to deliver her this probably-forbidden bottle of whatever 'Pet de Porc' is is a mystery to you. You feel like this has gotta be for her, so go with your gut.(if:$fatlevel>3.5)[ You've been going with your gut //so// well so far, chubbs.] She can't know where you got it from, you figure. She and the others don't seem to have noticed your absence... everyone is too self-absorbed at the moment to care about anything but themselves. Well, at the moment, and always, but still. You quietly slip back with the fancy bottle and sit down a short distance away from Victoria. She's never been the talkative type, but when she sees the gold glint of the bottle you're holding, her eyes widen like a tigress sighting its prey. "What's that? What have you got there?" She shows all the patience and respect that someone who has been spoiled all her life has to muster. "Let me see it!" she whines, sounding almost petulant. Well, you sure didn't have to work to get her interested in it. >[[Give her the bottle]] >[[Tease her first]]

The weight's getting cumbersome, if you're being honest. Sure, it was hard to resist the temptations in the chocolate room... *very* hard, you think, looking down at your doughy gut as it folds over your waistband. But Wonka's factory is a place of miraculous inventions -- surely there's something to undo all this flab, and you're fairly certain you've found it. Even if this is one of those "fridges away from the group" you aren't supposed to touch. The can doesn't seem to say how much to drink, or how it works. It just seems to have a great deal of CAPITAL LETTERS and VAGUE PLATITUDES ABOUT ENERGY. No matter -- it's supposed to OBLITERATE your FAT, and that's good enough. You crack it open, and chug it down. The taste is... difficult to describe. 'Light'? It's not syrupy or overly artificial tasting like other energy drinks, just... light. Fizzy, somewhat, too. It's easy enough to drink, though, and you've put on quite a *lot* of weight, so you slam down the whole can, your double chin bulging with every swallow. Hm. You don't... feel... OBLITERATED? You still feel rather normal, in fact. You wonder if maybe it just does something lame, like slightly increase your metabolism, or something equally un-fun. Oh well, no point in crying over it, you might as well go back and >Have a drink and-- *Grlglglr...* As you heft your bulk back up to your feet, trying to avoid notice from those still on the couches -- quite a feat at your size -- you feel a strange sensation in your wobbling belly. It's not indigestion, or even fullness, but something unfamiliar. Something... light. You stare down at your belly, watching for anything strange... "Tsk, tsk..." You see a long wooden rod poke itself directly into your tubby middle. "I believe I was very clear about not drinking anything away from the couch, my zaftig friend," says Wonka, an inscrutable grin on his face. How did he get over here so quickly? You hardly have time to consider the question, as that 'light' feeling in your belly is quickly becoming hard to ignore. You look down again, and see something that makes your stomach twist itself into even tighter knots than it already has. The marshmallow fluff of your belly-sack is growing before your very eyes, slowly but steadily pushing its way around the tip of Wonka's cane. (if:!$torigone)[ "Wow, hard to believe they could get any bigger," says Tori with a snicker.](elseif:!$victoriagone)[ Victoria's high heels clack as she walks over to you. "I didn't think you could *get* any fatter, piggy!" she says, sounding gleeful.] This isn't right, it was supposed to make you thinner. Instead, you're now getting even fatter than before. You say this in a faltering whimper to Wonka, who seems to take the objection into serious consideration, as he tilts his head from side to side. "Hm, yes, well... I do think you'll find your weight issues somewhat ameliorated, at the least..." Your expansion is speeding up by the moment, the feeling in your gut becoming more intense, though not unpleasant. It's like all the butterflies in there are tugging you upwards, making you... lighter...? One step, then the other -- it's a tottering waddle, to be sure, but it's downright easy compared to the blubber-encumbered plodding you were doing just minutes earlier. It would be a miracle, were you not currently half as wide as you are tall, with your arms and legs being splayed at strange angles. You're starting to get some inkling of what's going on, and it's not exactly what you had hoped. "Look on the bright side!" says Wonka cheerfully, "At least with all that weight you packed on, you won't be floating away!" >There's little to do but [[Whimper and wait for help]]

(if:!!$toristuffed)["Buzz off. Now." Tori does not seem happy to see you. I wonder why. But you *have* to get her to drink this thing, whatever it takes. You've decided that already. No shame in groveling -- you beg her to listen, and apologize for what you did back in the chocolate forest. You weren't trying to give her that chubby belly, it just seemed... i-interesting... Tori is glaring at you now. It seems she doesn't appreciate being fattened by a stranger because it was 'i-interesting'. Still, she's listening, and that's more than she's given you so far. "And? What's that can there?" Oh good, she's taking the bait. It's a FAT OBLITERATOR, you explain in all-caps. You found it in one of the fridges, and it looks like something a health nut like her would... Her totally-unchanging expression destroys what little nerve you had, and what Tori says next reconstitutes it and obliterates it over again. "I *saw* you, you idiot." Tori's drops her tone. Uh-oh. "You walked across the room in plain sight, opened a fridge far away from the couches, and let out a thunder noise when you did it! Did you seriously think I wouldn't notice? I've been watching you ever since you did *this* to me!" She jabs a finger into her plump, round belly -- the one you gave her. Her words are snake venom, and she hisses at you in a voice only you can hear. "And you thought you could trick me, huh?" Uh-oh again. There's a glint in her eyes you do not like, and you are suddenly keenly aware of just how easily this fitness fanatic could overpower you. "Forbidden drinks, huh? Might be *i-interesting* to see what it does...!" Before you can even shout for help, she's snatched the can from your hands, opened it, and forced it against your lips. (if:$fatlevel>3.5)[>[[See what it does->tori forced fat inflation end]]](else:)[>[[See what it does->tori forced inflation end]]]](else:)[FAT OBLITERATION, huh. There's just one person who that seems applicable to(if:!$hirogone)[ -- and it isn't the fat asian guy, he seems rather comfortable with his weight.](else:)[.] You take one of the offensively green cans, and close the door. Cheesy recorded thunder echoes tinnily behind you ask you carry it back to the couches, to show Tori.(if:$fatlevel>3.5)[ "Huh?" She eyes you suspiciously, noticing you saddling up to her. Well, she only noticed because your fat behind made the cushions sink in enough to disturb her seat, but still. "Did... you need something..." She's looking away uncomfortably... but you need to push on. She's *totally* gonna have something happen to her when she drinks this stuff, it's gonna be great. You mention that you happened to be looking around, and... "Looking around?" Tori's eyes are sharp and inhospitable. She keeps glancing at your flabby gut. "You mean, at the fridges we were told not to touch?" Uh, well, yes, you say, but it's a FAT OBLITERATOR, something you think she really might be... "Fat obliterator?" You want to correct her capitalization, but she's on nowhere near the same wavelength as you. A totally different one, in fact. She gives you a cold look and says, "Sounds like something *you* could use, hm?" N-no, that's not... you're... Your chubby cheeks are burning. What is this, some kind of reversal? Sure, I mean, you could *probably* stand to lose some weight, but... "C'mon, fatty. I think it might be *really* good for *you* to try it." Tori takes the can from you, and you're too nervous to stop her. This... isn't going how you planned, to say the least. You start to say something, that actually something tells you it's probably not ready yet, or gonna do something all monkeys-paw like, but Tori's already cracking the can. "Drink up, tubbs," she says, with a smug grin. >[[Helplessly watch as Tori makes you drink->tori forced fat inflation end]]](else:)[ Tori's sipping from what looks like some kind of green sludge. She must have found something healthier to drink, you surmise. "Oh, hey. Did you need something...?" She notices you, sitting beside her, with a green can of FAT OBLITERATION. You tell her you found something you thought she might be interested in. It's some kind of health drink, you say. You really have no idea whether OBLITERATING FAT is 'healthy', but Tori'll probably be interested anyway. For a moment, she eyes you suspiciously, but she lets her guard down. "Health drink, huh..." She looks at the can, then at her smoothie. "You know, I don't usually go for processed drinks, but..." Her gaze is fixed on FAT OBLITERATION. After gazing longingly at it for a pregnant moment, she turns to you and asks, "And this... is okay to drink, right?" Sure, why not. Well, you don't phrase it like that, you just nod. She shrugs. "Bottoms up," she says, as she cracks open the can, and brings it to her lips. >[[Watch Tori drink the FAT OBLITERATOR]]]]

You're not actually sure Caleb even knows you're there, actually. He sure doesn't seem to notice your presence he looks over the bottle. "What's this... sky high, huh? Wonder what kinda terpenes they got here..." He also seems utterly unconcered with where this bizarre intoxicating drink came from -- seems he's not exactly the self-preservational type. Just watch then, you figure. He puts it to his lips and starts to drink. One, two, three swallows... he seems to be enjoying it. You watch him intently -- nothing surprising just yet. Caleb rests his arm on his lap and stares off into space for a moment, then looks down at his own hand. "What's this... sky high, huh? Wonder what kinda terpenes they got here..." He lifts it again, takes another swallow. Along with the deja vu, somehow you get the sense that Caleb is not very careful with his dosing. "...what kinda terpenes they got here..." you hear him say for a third time. Is he doing a bit? Who can say? "Oh dear, somehow I thought this might be an issue..." Wonka is suddenly in your blindspot as you watch Caleb intently. He doesn't seem terribly interested in you, however. "Tsk tsk... looks like we've lost(if:$tourcount is not $totalcount)[ another](else:)[ a] guest..." After the fourth repetition of his terpene line, Caleb seems to have drained the entire bottle. You can no longer hear the sloshing of fluid inside it as he lets it rest on his thigh. A second later, ignoring both Wonka and reality in general, he says, "What's this... sky high, huh?" Okay, he isn't doing a bit. "My good man, I believe I was quite clear not to touch anything away from the couches..." says Wonka, looking at Caleb with an admonishing glare. "What? I took this from my own lap..." The stoner seems utterly bewildered. There's still no visual effects, though you think you hear a low gurgling of some sort. "Anyway, edibles are cool... do you know much about this strain?" he asks Wonka. You can't tell if Wonka is irritated at Caleb's utter nonchalance, or pleased at the interest shown in his absurd products. Either way, he answers. "Yes, well, this one does have some rather *uplifting* effects. I dare say you'll be seeing them soon. Even with such impressive tolerance, to drink the *whole* bottle... that's supposed to be... oh, about fifty doses?" Caleb nods. "Oh, that explains why I feel so weird..." He rubs his belly, which is starting to swell. >[[Watch Caleb->caleb weedflation end]]

That wasn't too hard, you figure, as you willingly hand over the bottle. "Finally, at least *someone* knows how to take an order around here..." Victoria snatches it by the neck out of your hands, and looks it over. "Hmm... 'Pet de Porc'..." Her eyes scan the label, moving too fast to be actually reading anything. You can't be totally certain, but you're fairly sure she's looking for something to avoid having to actually read the French. After a moment, she rolls her eyes and looks away. "Ah, of course... Pet de Porc...! I'm well acquainted with the brand~" You're pretty sure it's not a 'brand' at all, but far be it from you to interrupt Victoria's stupidity. You do feel like poking the hornet's nest, though. As demurely as you can, you ask her whether she knows what it even is. A vein in Victoria's brow twitches. "O-of course I know what it is, it's... it's..." Her gaze drops down as she furiously re-scans the label, but finds nothing. "S-sparkling water! From the Porc region of France!" She grins and stares at you as if to dare you to challenge her assumption. "And it's in a PET bottle, hence the name!" You're unsure whether to point out that there is no 'Porc' region of France, or that the bottle is obviously made of glass and not plastic, but you can't help but feel that'd spoil the fun. You decide to just nod. Seeing that she has seemingly cowed your insolent pointing-out-her-obvious-stupidity impulse, Victoria returns her attentions towards drinking whatever's in the bottle. "Now, if you'll excuse me..." You didn't actually tell her she could *drink* whatever's in there -- she just said she wanted to "see it", but that's already out the window as the cork pops out with a soft *thunk*. Laying on her prim-and-proper shtick thicker than ever, she holds a flute in one hand and pours with the other into it. The liquid that comes out is... not quite what you expected. It's mostly clear, with a few hints of cloudiness, some form of sediment. The color is... slightly brown? It's definitely sparkling, as you can see bubbles of gas rising up inside it. But what's worse is the *odor*. As soon as the liquid starts flowing, you catch a whiff of it. It's earthy and fermented, sweet and foul at once. You notice Victoria make a face, but she quickly forces it away. "Ah, a fine... fermented... beverage, hm? Not *everyone* can understand the appeal of an... acquired taste..." She lifts the bubbly liquid to her lips, her hands lightly trembling. Too prissy and spoiled to drink the smelly stuff, too haughty and proud to back down. The stench is filling up the room, and others are starting to take notice. "Hm? Did someone touch the pig fart fridge...?" Wonka stands up and scans the room, just as Victoria begins to sip from the glass. "I knew I should have put a pressure sensor, or something..." "Oh, it tastes like... like... *bacon*...?" Victoria herself cannot seem to decide whether this a good or a bad thing, but she holds the now half-empty glass at arm's length. Wonka clucks his tongue and shakes his head. "I thought I told you not to touch any of the fridges away from the couches..." Victoria's already cooling off, and she doesn't make to drink any more of the bottle. "What *is* this dreadful drink...?" she asks Wonka, no longer bothering to hide her disgust for the stuff. Wonka looks at the half-empty glass. "Oh, I think you'll find out soon enough..." "What on earth are you t-URRRRRRRRRP" >[[Watch->victoria the slob]]

Well, you can't just *hand* it to her, right? The way she just immediately demanded it makes you want to play a little hard-to-get. Knowing Victoria -- and you *barely* know Victoria, but you know this about her -- it'll probably only make her want it more. (link: "Tell her it's something cool you found, but you can't read it.")[You put on your best "gee, I don't knooooooow~" voice as you tell Victoria that you came across this weird thing, in a language you can't read. You make sure to show off the label clearly. You're just too backwards and 'hoi polloi' to read such a dignified, beautiful, and pretentious brand as //this//. "Is that... French?" Victoria's temple twitches as her eyes light up. "Oh, will I never be free of these dreadful provincials who test my patience at every turn?" You're starting to wonder just how Victoria was raised. She sighs, then extends an opened hand. "In any case, give me that bottle at once! It would be wasted on you!" (link:"Ask her if she has idea what it is")[You remind the comically spoiled heiress that she doesn't even know what 'it' is.(if:$tourcount is not $totalcount)[ Did she learn nothing from what happened earlier?] (if:$fatlevel<4.5)["I don't care about that, you mush-mouthed troglodyte!"](else:)["I don't care about that, you pig-brained lard-pile!" The comment about your weight stings even more, considering you were perfectly skinny just a few hours ago. Now you're one of the fattest people you've seen... But you put the thought aside. It's quickly replaced with thoughts of chocolate bars.] You're... not sure Victoria actually knows how to *read* French. In any case, she clearly still wants the thing. (link:"Lay it on thicker")[You theatrically hem and haw, making it seem even more tempting than it already is for the misanthropic philanthropist. You hold the bottle up, and mention how *aristocratic* it looks. One look at Victoria's face tells you that she has never craved any drink-adjective more than that one. "Give it to me! I want it!" she whines, actually stamping her heel against the floor. "Now! Right *now!*" This is too good. (link:"Mention that you think it might be forbidden")[You're mostly in this to entertain yourself at this point, so you might as well go for broke. You mention that actually, you think this might be from one of those forbidden fridges, away from the couch. And you don't think it's really meant for normal tour guests to drink... "*Normal?!*" Victoria makes a face as she spits out the word. "I'll show you *normal!*" Before you realize what's going on, she's actually getting up from the couch, and making to grab the bottle right from your hands. >[[Let Victoria take the bottle]]]]]]

You put up the barest of resistances -- Victoria needs to think she can't have it, of course -- but she quickly wrests it from your(if:$fatlevel>3.5)[ plump] fingers. "Haha! Mine!" she shouts, breathing heavily. She's clearly more worked up than she ever normally gets. "You probably wouldn't even *understand* this drink, you hopeless nobody!" The insult rolls off your back, as you have the pleasure of watching her tear the cork out of the neck, and upturn the bottle straight to her lips with no hesitation whatsoever. It seems getting all worked up has made her *extra* thirsty. You make to ask her what it tastes like, but she's busily draining the bottle in hard, steady gulps. She has all the grace and desperation of a hobo chugging malt liquor. There's a faint smell of some kind, something suspiciously foul and fermented, but you can't quite place it. Finally, in a matter of seconds, Victoria pulls the bottle from her lips with a refreshed-sounding *Pfaaaah*. It is followed almost immediately by a horrifically ungainly *buUAAAAARRRRURRRRRRRP*. "W-well then... I *told* you I always get what I want!" Victoria glares at you, daring you to say anything about her little act. You don't have to, however. "Oh dear, what is this?" Wonka has noticed the commotion, and is standing nearby. "Is this... hm..." He sees the now-emptied bottle, and he does not seem delighted. "I thought I was very clear not to drink anything away from the couches..." Victoria's eyes widen. You're pretty certain she *did* hear when you said that, she just ignored it. "I... well..." She sputters, looking for some rebuttal. "It's not my fault!!" After a moment of rare silence, she decides to come out swinging. "Why do you keep so many dangerous things near--*UURRRRP*" "As I expected..." Wonka clicks his tongue, and shakes his head. "And to drink the *whole* bottle, too..." Victoria's belching is becoming more frequent by the second. "S-so wha-URRRP... so what?!" She tries to cover her mouth, but it's taking her by surprise. "You made some kUURRRP... some kind of... BWOAuuURRRp... belching potion, is that it? Think you'rRRRRP... f-funny?!" Wonka chuckles, though it doesn't seem to quite be at Victoria's predicament. "Oh, it's quite a bit more than that... I've been needing more test data, in any case..." He says that second part suspiciously quietly. >[[See what happens to Victoria->Victoria the fartblimp]]

Victoria freezes, as an ungainly belch forces its way out of her. She glares at Wonka. "What's the m-URRRP... t-the meaning ofURRRRRP..." "I believe I was clear about not touching things hidden away..." Wonka shakes his head, and shrugs. "Fortunate that you didn't drink the whole bottle, at least. Will make it much easier to find a place for you." "WHAT?!" Victoria barks out the longest word she can without a belch interrupting her. Her gassiness seems to be growing precipitously worse by the second. "I can't... BWAURRRRP... be sURRRRAORRP... s-seen like this!" She pounds her fists on the couch beside her. "F-URRRP-ix this! Now!" Wonka scratches his head beneath his top-hat. "You don't want to be seen like this? I'm afraid it might be rather difficult to hide you soon..." Before Victoria can follow up on the death-glare she's shooting Wonka, her condition seems to change once more. She is rubbing her stomach absentmindedly, as if to ease her gas issues, but something stops her, and she looks down. "W-wha..." (if:!$hannahgone)[ "Pfft..." Hannah snickers and looks away. "A slob's gut to match that gas of yours~" she says in a sing-song whisper.](if:!$calebgone)[ "Whoa... this place even has a talking pig, that's craaazy..." Caleb chuckles delightedly, noting Victoria's flabby middle.] There, beneath her wildly-overpriced designer dress, Victoria's belly is beginning to soften and sag. It pulses in a slow rhythm, but with a clearly outward trend. Five or six stunned belches later, Victoria now has a soft pooch of fat. "S-stop th-URRRRP-is! R-RURRRRRP-right n-NWWAARRRP... now...!" Victoria's whining grows more desperate, her haughty facade starting to crack. "You might have considered this before drinking things you have no idea the contents of, my dear," says Wonka, callously poking the tip of his cane into the tubbifying girl's stomach. The noise that emanates from Victoria's rear shuts her up very quickly. FFRRRTTT, it comes, a buzzing gout of gas that a teamster could be proud of. "I-I... t-this...!" Her face is beet red -- and if you're not mistaken, it's also... *rounder* than before.(if:!$torigone)[ Tori wrinkles her nose for more than one reason. "Seeing it happen right before your eyes, is just..." She looks away in disgust.] It's utterly surreal, but Victoria starts to fatten all over, right before your eyes. Her sexy-yet-classy one-piece steadily degrades into an undersized toga, her multiplying back fat spilling out from every exposed fold like piles of rendered lard. "It's an additive for food, you see!" Wonka offers helpfully to a question no one asked. "Just a few drops in your Sunday dinner, and the whole family will have a ripping good time as they rip away!"(if:!$hirogone)[ "B-but... why is she getting fat...?" Hiro asks, the reason for his self-consciousness being obvious. Victoria is already nearly as fat as he is, but he's still bigger.](elseif:!$torigone)[ "Yeah but... uh..." Tori leans over and puts up a hand as if to prevent Victoria from hearing. "Why's she getting all... *that?*"](else:)[ You think you get the idea, but that doesn't explain the weight gain. You ask Wonka what that's about.] Wonka shrugs. "Everything's funnier when a fat person does it, wouldn't you agree?" "I-URRRP'll shURRRRAAORRRPow yURRRRRRP... hfff... 'funny'...!" Victoria's belching interrupts her almost constantly. "Ahaha, 'pig latin', is that it? I think I get it!" Wonka claps his hands together and smiles. "Does make you rather hard to understand, though." Ignoring Victoria's bout of fresh gassy indiscretions brought on by her enraged thrashing, he plays a tune on his flute. An oompa loompa is at his side, taking some unheard order. >[[See what happens->victoria slob end]]

"Ooo... Ooh..." Victoria is quiet for a moment, as her hands go to her middle. "OooOURRRRP..." (if:!$calebgone)[ "Monkey impersonations, huh..." Caleb puts a hand at his chin, as if seriously considering Victoria's incoherent moaning. "Not bad... not bad..." You're still not sure he knows what's going on at any given point, or where he got the idea that Victoria's gassiness sounded anything like a monkey.](elseif:!$hirogone)[ Hiro looks concerned. "Gas...? N-normally I'd bring something for that, but we weren't allowed to take that on the tour..."](else:)[ You don't want to look *too* unconcerned, that might be suspicious. You ask Victoria if she's alright, and whether the gas is bothering her.] "Oh, *do* shut up, you imbec..." *PFFRRTTT*, comes the sound that silences Victoria. It's gas, alright, both kinds. Victoria grits her teeth and stares silently, bearing the humiliation of her own body. Wonka clacks his cane against the ground. "Gas indeed! Oh, it's quite a wonderful drink. Not really meant to be drunk in its pure form, though." "What the fu-URRRP... what on earth does this dreadFURRRRRP... W-what *is* it?!" Victoria's belching and farting is only growing worse by the moment, and she's starting to shift from angry to worried. "A supplement, intended to add a bit of fun to ordinary meals. Just one drop of this in your family dinner, and you'll have a riotous good time, haha!" Wonka gives a rare laugh as he extends his cane, pushing it right into Victoria's middle. "You were certainly not meant to drink the whole bottle, I'm afraid. Or even a swallow." The rich heiress's eyes furrow with sheer rage at every word your tour guide says. "'Riotous good'-- *BWAAORRRRURRRRRRRP*" Victoria makes to get angry, but the loudest ripping gout of gas yet interrupts her. It brings everyone's attention right to Victoria's middle, which looks decidedly... *softer* and *rounder* than it had just moments before.(if:!$hannahgone)[ "Holy shit, the rich girl's getting fat!" Hannah giggles delightedly at Victoria's predicament. "God I'd sell my *soul* for an internet connection right now..."](if:!$torigone)[ "My god, look how fast she's packing on the pounds..." Tori seems worried.] You can't believe just how fast she's fattening up. It's like watching dough rise in time-lapse, her fancy dress growing tight around a middle that appears to be soft and heavy. "FiURRRPx mURRRRAAORRPe... hfff... R-URRRRRP... right... N-nAAURRRRbbb... Now..!" `fix me right now`, you think she said. Her cheeks are flushed with humiliation and rage as she desperately belches her request, and you can hardly make sense of it, though. Further, the stink from her now-incessant farting is getting to be more than you care to bear, and you take a step away. "Fix? Oh, I do apologize my dear..." Wonka clucks his tongue and shakes his head. He does not seem very sorry. In under a minute, Victoria fattens up from slender socialite to jiggling mess, as the weight piles on. It's no time at all before she's even fatter than Hiro(if:!!$hirogone)[ was], her dress clinging to her frame like twine wrapped around a sack of lard. "I loo-URRRP-k... like... hfff... a slob...!" she shouts, her eyes red with emotion. "Yes, yes, I do apologize for that, but again I was very clear that you were not to touch the fridges away from the couch! It's the caloric modifiers that does it, I'm afraid... anything more than a few drops in a day leads to virtual immobility..." Victoria's blossoming double chin bounces beneath her first as she cries, "Immo-BURRAAURRRP-ility?!" Wonka continues undeterred. "But worry not! we'll do our best to keep you comfortable, accommodate your new size... keep you from exploding..." Victoria's eyes go wide at this new information, but her constant flatulence from both ends prevents her from asking further. (if:!$torigone)[ "Who the hell ever heard of someone exploding from fat..." Tori shoots Wonka a skeptical look.](else:)[ Exploding? That doesn't sound like something that would happen from fat. You ask Wonka what he means.] Still sitting on the couch, the haughty philanthropist has to be well over 500 lbs by this point, her belly pouring over her thighs and her ass pancaking out over the cushions like a wave of softened butter. The wave ripples with every sputtering fart she fails to hold in, and her cheeks redden a little darker. Her former slender, snide self is buried in an ocean of pigfat. Wonka gives her a thoughtful look. "Hmm... perhaps another few hundred pounds, and you'll see..." He smiles. "I've never had anyone drink the *entire* bottle!" Victoria belches fearfully. >[[Watch carefully->victoria fartblimp end]]

Tori kicks back the drink with surprising gusto, not bothering with any experimental swallowing. She must really trust you... or else *really* want to OBLITERATE her FAT. You almost feel a little... bad? Not that you have any idea what it'll do, of course. Hey, maybe it really *will* just keep her skinny! Labels never lie. You tell this to yourself to assuage the latent feelings of guilt, watching and waiting to see if anything happens as she pulls the can from her lips at last. "Huh..." She scrunches up her brow and inspects the can with a confused look. "Doesn't... taste like much. Not as sugary as most energy drinks, at least?" You ask her if she, or her mostly non-existent fat, feels... OBLITERATED...? "Not as such... It just tastes... light?" She pores over the label for a few seconds, but Tori soon gives up. "Oh well. Thanks for showing me, I guess." With a shrug, she throws the can into one of the bins nearby. Said can is caught by a certain chocolatier's hand before it reaches its destination, however. "Oh dear, what's this?" he says suddenly. You're half-certain he just materialized out of nowhere. "This product was... not quite ready to be consumed, I'm afraid..." he says, shaking his head and looking at the now-empty can. "Huh? What do you mean...?" Tori tilts her head, and you can almost hear the gears clicking. You told her it was 'okay', but the high-stakes mental gymnastics competition going on inside your own head justifies it as her not really defining what 'okay' means. Still, it could be bad if she fingers you. "No, you don't understand, this drink was..." She looks at you, the beginnings of understanding gathering and coalescing quick as a summer rainstorm. "I got it f-...!" Just as she raises a finger to point at you, however, she doubles over forward, clutching her middle. Oh, okay. So something interesting *is* going to happen. "It really wasn't ready, you know. I'm a bit surprised you managed to drink the whole can!" Wonka makes no effort at all to follow her aborted accusation, and just clucks his tongue disapprovingly. "And on one so skinny! Oh dear, this could be rather difficult..." "What do you... *hng...* mean... 'difficult'?" Tori's expression is pained, more confused than angry. She's guarding her stomach with both hands. A lilting tune dances through the room from Wonka's pan flute, and an oompa loompa is at the tour guide's side in just seconds.(if:$tourcount is not $totalcount)[ Its presence does not reassure Tori -- she knows what this means.](else:)[ Tori seems confused, but watches on nervously.] "We've had a bit of an... accident," he says, shaking the empty can to show the overall-clad worker. He nods, and Wonka continues, "Best hurry with the ropes. She's awfully weightless as it is, I'm afraid..." Tori is too overwhelmed to pick up on her finger-pointing, and you can quickly see why -- scarcely a minute or two after drinking the soda, Tori's belly is round enough to push her hands apart, looking as though she's full-term with something... *light.* >[[Wait and watch->Tori inflation end]]

Gulp, gulp, gulp... Tori forces the can against your lips, and you're too stunned and horrified at what's happening to put up much resistance. (if:!!$toristuffed)[ You knew she was mad at you, but you didn't think it would go *this* far.](else:)[ You knew she was a health nut, but crazy enough to force-feed some strange potion to you?] ...Okay, so you *were* thinking of doing the same to her, but all the more reason this is just monstrously unfair! You feel the stuff flow down your gullet, though you don't really taste much. It's not just the rough treatment, either -- the stuff itself doesn't taste like much at all, it's just... light. A bit carbonated, too. That's little comfort as you are force-fed some unknown fluid by this body-builder woman. "That's it... drink it down, tubbs..." There's a mad glint in her eye as she upturns the can, pinning you down so you can't struggle or motion to the other tour guests. You're not sure any of them would come to your rescue, anyway -- they're not exactly a helpful bunch. Finally, the last of the liquid flows into your belly as you pull back with an audible *PFAAaaah*. You hastily shuffle your bulk away from Tori, who looks you right in the eye and grins. "Look on the bright side, fatty. Maybe it'll work!" She reaches over and jabs a finger into your doughy middle. "And if it doesn't, well... at least you'll get to see what happens. Isn't that what you wanted...?" The funny feeling in your stomach might be the drink, it might be Tori's cruel teasing, or it might be the fact that Wonka has just walked over, and he does not look pleased. "Well, well... seems you certainly enjoy the things my factory has to offer..." He's looking right at your flabby middle as he speaks. You try to explain, to protest and say that you didn't drink it. "But my other guest has been here the whole time..." Wonka tilts his head. Wait, he was watching?! "Although it's quite the mystery where *you've* been, hm?" Oooh... this isn't good, you think, as you feel a strange sensation rising up in your stomach. Is this the OBLITERATION? Is this how it happens? You look down, and for a moment, it *appears* normal... "Oh yes! I believe I ought to explain the drink, hm? It is a tour, after all!" He giddily takes the can from the couch, where Tori has set it. Did Wonka notice her force-feeding it to you? It's hard to say... but he doesn't seem interested in commenting on it. "You see, I had a conundrum... so many people want to lose weight after eating my chocolates!"(if:!$hirogone)[ You spy Hiro shifting uncomfortably.](elseif:!$hannahgone)[ "Wow, shocker, people wanna lose weight..." Hannah rolls her eyes as she smacks her gum. "You're a real business genius."] The sensation is only growing worse. You look down at your middle, and what's there sends a chill down you spine. Your belly, already a flabby tub of lard big enough to cradle in your arms, is steadily expanding outwards. It's not quite the same, though, more steady and uniform than flab... Wonka continues "But you see, it's really quite difficult to take something out! So easy to add, so hard to remove..." Wonka looks off into the distance wistfully. "So, I thought, if they want to lose the *weight*..." He proudly pats your belly, with you being too preoccupied to dodge. "It's as simple as putting a bit of lighter-than-air gas inside!" What?! You look at Wonka fearfully, utterly taken aback. So you're filling up with helium? "Oh no, no no no..." Wonka shakes his head, chuckling to himself. "Helium is much too dense. Not nearly permanent enough for a true lifestyle change. I'm afraid it's something of a trade secret, my dear butter-balloon." With you reeling from the revelation, Wonka takes out a flute and plays a tune. Your middle is growing still, making you look full and tight, albeit beneath a curtain of jiggling lard. What's going to happen to you? >[[Wait for help to arrive->lardblimp ending]]

You squirm against Tori's grip, but she's much too strong. "Come on, it'll be *interesting*, right...?" Her face is close to yours, and without relaxing her grip, she manages to pinch your nose shut. Someone has to notice this, right...? (link: ">Try to thrash about extra hard and get someone to notice")[But they don't, and you have no choice but to swallow whatever this stuff is. *Glp... Glp... Glp...* It doesn't taste like much, just something fizzy. What it does, you don't have the slightest inclination. It's supposed to help you lose weight, but you're not(if:$fatlevel>1)[ *that*] fat. A low hum of dread comes over you as Tori tips the last of the can into your mouth. You pull back and scurry backwards. For a moment, you debate shouting for help -- after all, this person did just force-feed you a strange drink. But then the question would come up of just where said drink *came* from... The look in Tori's eyes tells you that she is quite aware of all of this. You've overplayed your hand, you realize, looking down at the flabby belly that you gave her. "Hm? Did I hear something...?" Wonka strolls up, seeming nonchalant. As his eyes fall upon the empty can on the couch, his expression darkens. "Oh dear... this isn't good at all..." You look at Tori angrily, but she just stares right back at you with a smug grin on her face. "Oh no, Mr. Wonka, why isn't it good?" she asks in an almost sing-song voice, rubbing her gut slowly. Your stomach lurches suddenly, and you double over. It's not quite painful, but the carbonation in the drink must be pretty strong, as you're still feeling fuller by the second. "Hm, well, the original intent of the drink was to help those who find themselves rather encumbered by their weight..." He furrows his brow. "And it wasn't even fully properly tested for that. Much too prone to volumetric expansion, you see. I must admit, I'm rather uncertain what might happen in one who isn't so in need of weight reduction!" You don't need to ask what he means by 'volumetric expansion' -- your belly has started to swell inexorably outwards, round and taut like a... a... "Jeez, you look like a balloon!" Tori jabs a finger into your exposed middle, which is soon nearly as big as hers, looking like a pregnant woman's. "Probably shouldn't have messed with stuff you weren't supposed to, huh?" She cackles, showing a levity you hadn't seen from her before. It doesn't bring you much joy. Wonka nods. "Yes, I'm afraid there's little I can do at this point. All that weight reduction..." He looks worried as he pulls out his pan flute, and plays a little tune. >[[See how low your weight can go]]]

"Huh...?" Caleb stares at his own stomach in disbelief. He stares at //most// things in disbelief, but this one is especially notable. It gurgles and grumbles as it swells, pushing up his t-shirt. "Feeling... lightheaded..." he mumbles. You can tell it's not just his body that's feeling the effects. "Oh yes, you'll be feeling quite light, for quite some time, I'm afraid..." Wonka takes out his flute and plays a quick tune. (if:!$hirogone)[ "W-what's happening to him?" asks Hiro nervously.](if:!$hannahgone)[ "Holy crap, he looks pregnant..." Hannah gawks shamelessly.](if:!!$hannahgone and !!$hirogone)[ You ask Wonka what exactly is going on here, since no one else seems brave enough to beg an explanation.] Wonka nods. "Sky high! Based on the recent popularity of Wonka™ Edibles™, we've been experimenting with things that lift you up not just mentally, but physically as well! Get high as a kite, literally!"(if:!$victoriagone)[ Victoria says flatly, "I've never heard anything so *dreadfully* moronic in all my years."] To be honest, you tell Wonka, you're not sure there's really much of a market for floating into the sky while totally incoherent. Probably for good reason. He does not seem deterred by your skepticism. "Yes, well, there are always kinks to be worked! In any case, it's most definitely not ready at this time, and our dear friend Caleb here should most definitely not have tried it!" he says, with totally incongruous enthusiasm. Caleb's belly is now big enough to cover part of his thighs -- he looks even larger than pregnant, smooth and taut, and it's showing no signs of stopping. "Did someone... like... say my name..." And, apparently, neither is his mental degradation, either.(if:!$torigone)[ "Is that pothead... blowing up...?" Tori says, incredulous.](else:)[ You ask Wonka what's actually happening to Caleb, though. It looks like he's blowing up like a balloon.] Wonka nods. "Yes, well, originally I was very much hoping to have the lifting effects without the expansion, but such things never work out the way I plan. Reality can be such a //buzz-kill//, hm?" Caleb's buzz looks decidedly un-killed as his expansion continues apace. "Yeah, man... haha..." His eyes are red and getting redder by the moment, even as his belly steadily swells. "Reality... sucks..." "Ah, there you are." Wonka turns down to speak with an oompa-loompa. "I'll need you to float this weed-balloon somewhere... comfortable. We'll need to run a few tests..."(if:!$hannahgone)[ Hannah wrinkles her nose. "Is that where they're gonna fix him...?"](else:)[ You ask Wonka if that's where they're going to fix him.] "Fix? Hm..." He turns the word over, as if hearing it for the first time. "What a delightful notion! Now, if you'll please step up from the couches..." Before you have time to pin him down on his noncommittal answer, you can feel the couch beneath you start to shift. You and the others get up from your seats, as the couches and the fridges all recede into the floor with a pneumatic //hiss//. Not only that -- the walls fall away as well, revealing that this "lounge" is part of something much larger. The expanded room has a ceiling a hundred feet or more in the air, and bubbles float freely around it from some unseen source. Caleb's couch receding leaves him on the floor, looking quite helpless. The inexorable ballooning of his middle has left him unable to stand up, to say nothing of how utterly stoned he seems to be. He's starting to widen in the horizontal direction, his shirt riding up to be something more like a bra.(if:!$hannahgone)[ Hannah can't resist a quick poke at his belly, which gives way slightly. Caleb, as usual, barely seems to notice.] The five or six oompa-loompas that arrive do not seem interested in getting Caleb up from his seat, however. They mill around him, inspecting him. At least one appears to have a length of some kind of cord.(if:!$victoriagone)[ "What are they doing to him?" asks Victoria.](elseif:!$torigone)[ "The heck are they doing..." asks Tori.](else:)[ You ask Wonka what exactly is going on here.] The question seems to delight Wonka. "Oh, you see, it's rather challenging to sing a song when they're busily floating away. Best to be prepared for any lighter-than-air eventuality." What an utterly bizarre thing for a tour guide to say, you think. "This is... some good shit... hehe..." Caleb looks completely blazed, just looking at the oompa-loompas placidly. He seems mostly unconcerned that he's now half as wide as he is tall, with his arms and legs so full of... something that they're unable to even bend much forward. He looks like a puffy starfish of sorts, with jeans and a tshirt wrapped around him that look like they're about to give. He maintains this "composure" even as the oompa-loompas begin to sing. (align: "=><=")[//Drinking all that's in your lap// //Not caring if it is a trap// //You were already good and stoned// //Further greed is not condoned//] Caleb is lying on his back as it rounds out, and the first thing the workers do is to bring him upright. Two of them go behind him, pushing upwards, while one of them grabs each of his vanishing arms. In front, the final few signal them to continue, as the song plays on. (align: "=><=")[//Getting high now and again// //Is no big deal, some fun with friends// //But getting so blazed all day long// //Is, to put it simply, wrong!//] If the weed-blimp hears any of this, he gives no indication. His jeans rip off, leaving him clad in just his undies and a t-shirt. The effects of the soda seem to be only intensifying, however, and he giggles incoherently as they pace around him. He's nearly a complete balloon already, as wide as he is tall, with his feet and hands nearly drawn into his body. As he totters from one leg to the other, waddling incoherently with a blissful expression on his puffy cheeks, you notice something else strange -- he seems to be... bouncing? Far from becoming more encumbered, his tottering sends him higher and higher with every step. The loompas do not appear to be surprised by this, and they tie around his useless hands and feet some sort of cord. You watch agog as their purpose becomes clear -- Caleb, despite being a 7-foot sphere completely encumbered by their own body, begins to rise from the floor, up towards the vaulted ceiling. (align: "=><=")[//Round as a blimp, high as a kite// //It's time for you to say good night// //We won't let you float away// //But we're afraid you're here to stay//] "Haha... Ha... I get it..." you hear Caleb mumble, as he thunks rhythmically against the string. The only thing keeping him attached to the ground now is the four oompa-loompas who are holding his strings. "It's a... weed joke..." You hear him moan as bobs in the air, carried away by a small parade of little orange men. A massive door yawns open on the far side of the room, away from where you entered, and it is into this gaping maw that you watch your stoner companion vanish. (set:$calebgone to true) "Well!" Wonka says, clapping his hands. "I did say not to touch anything away from the couches! I wonder how someone so lethargic managed this..." Did Wonka just... look at you? You swore he looked at you. "In any case, we've dallied long enough, time to get a move on, hm?" Wonka does not wait for confirmation, and shimmies over to the closer door with a suspiciously perky step. >[[Out and down the hallway once more]]

Wonka uses the flute, and an oompa-loompa is at his side seemingly out of nowhere. He leans down and whispers a few words in the worker's ear. "WhaURRRRP... what are you... hfBRRAAP... tellinHFFFBWAORP... telling them?!" Victoria's chins are multiplying before your eyes, the handsome beauty of her face becoming a cherubic lard-pile of jiggling cellulite. Wonka smiles, though you can't tell how sincere it is. "Oh, just some information. You're much too fat to roll at the moment, but we don't want to wait too long!" His tone is bizarrely cheery as he takes the tip of his cane, and taps Victoria's belly apron. The silky mass of gut-fat is taking on a reddish tinge, like something pressurized. The reason for the strain is not hard to figure out, as even Wonka's gentle prodding leads to a full five-second-long fart from Victoria's yoga-ball sized buttocks. The now enormously obese woman, ordinarily so full of fire and fury, can barely even open her mouth without belching constantly -- the only thing keeping her from still screeching about 'fixing', no doubt. The release doesn't seem to help much, either, as her belly only grows redder and tighter-looking by the second.(if:!$hirogone and !$hannahgone)[ Hiro seems oddly protective of his own tubby middle as he watches agog. "I-it's like something's... filling her up..." "I'll say..." says Hannah, smacking her gum loudly. "Guess all those gross farts don't have anywhere to go, so..." She blows a bubble for effect, letting it snap onto her cheeks.](elseif:!$hirogone)[ Hiro seems oddly protective of his own tubby middle as he watches agog. "I-it's like something's... filling her up..." You nod. Seems like she can't get rid of all the gas, so it's got nowhere to go.](elseif:!$hannahgone)[ It seems insane, but it's like something is actually filling her up. You mutter this aloud, almost forgetting that you're the one who put her up to it in the first place. "I'll say..." Hannah chimes in, smacking her gum loudly. "Guess all those gross farts don't have anywhere to go, so..." She blows a bubble for effect, letting it snap onto her cheeks.](else:)[ It's bizarre, like something's filling her up inside. Could it be... the gas?] Victoria scowls, unable to speak in anything more than single-word grunts. Otherwise, she's all wheezes, belches, and noisy farts. She's perhaps the fattest thing you've ever seen, filling up the better part of a three-cushion couch. But while earlier, she had been a spreading sort of wobbly fat, now every part of her seems tighter, firmer, *fuller*... "Leave m-URRRRP... al-URRRB... alone...!" Your careful visual inspection of Victoria's rapidly-changing form is interrupted by her protests, as two Oompa-loompas reach for her hands, and begin to pull her up from the couch. All of them have clothespins on their noses. It is no easy task, but with the assistance of several more from behind, they manage to heft the pig-blimp up to her feet. She's easily as big as everyone else on the tour combined, her belly sagging nearly to the floor, were it not for its steady filling of gas that keeps it perky. Ripples in her flab circle this way and that, brought on by her struggling and the near-constant slapping of her buttocks. And before you know it, the oompa-loompas have started to sing. (align: "=><=")[//You really thought you'd made it big// //Now look at you, a farting pig// //You're fatter than you've ever dreamed// //And just creaking at the seams//] They seem to have a scientific streak in them, with one of the loompas running a measuring tape around her, checking various circumferences and widths. Another is taking her body fat with a pair of calipers, and at least two of them are attempting to get her to stand on a massive scale they've produced. Meanwhile, the whole room suddenly opens up, as a wall recedes into the ceiling and reveals the "lounge" to actually be a part of something much larger, and more industrial. "YouURRRP... can't... hfbbbWAAARRRB... do th-HFBWAARRP-is... toURRRRP... me...!" Victoria's gas problem seems to have only worsened. She can hardly speak at all, and her body shape is now decidedly puffier than it was just moments ago. Every part of her is ballooning, firming up -- there's simply too much gas inside her. (align: "=><=")[//It never stops, that buzzing sound// //The same thing that makes you round// //Your presence once made others swoon// //But now you're just a fart balloon//] Victoria attempts a few feeble swats and a nervous waddle, but they have her. The loompas seem pleased by the results of their investigations, which you can surmise is probably not something Victoria herself is wild about. Soon her fat is half-subsumed by her inflation, with her chins becoming rings around the divot that her head is being drawn into, while her arms and hands are similarly rendered ineffectual. Every part of her is getting tighter from the rising pressure inside her. She looks like a sort of shaped orb, and by the way it yields when the loompas prod her, you can tell there's quite a bit of air in there. (align: "=><=")[//What a greedy, rotten soul// //With such absent impulse control// //Though handling you is quite the chore// //What comes out now? It beats before!//] It's not long at all before Victoria is mostly round. Gas is still pouring out from either end at an unprecedented rate, but it seems to mostly be building up inside of her. She's a belching, farting, swollen mess, and there's only one way to move her. The oompa-loompas tip the gas-sack on her side, to her obvious irritation, and turn towards the exit on the revealed wall. (align: "=><=")[//We're not sure what to make of you// //So unwieldy, and smelly too// //Though there may be no turning back// //We'll try to keep you on the track!//] Victoria's screeches are mixed with her gaseous emissions as she is rolled off the tour. (set:$victoriagone to true) "Ah, well... wasn't that something?" Wonka shrugs and turns, as if he hadn't just seen a grown woman turned into some kind of fart-blimp. "I've been needing a new methane production facility, come to think of it..." He says it too loud to be just to himself. You're left with little choice but to follow [[Out and down the hallway once more]].

You ask Wonka what's about to happen to her, though you try not to sound too invested. He can't know that you put her up to this. "Oh, well, it depends on how much she drank..." He puts a hand at his chin, turning the question over. "A few mouthfuls, we can probably find somewhere to handle her immobility..." "Imm-URRRPR...!" Victoria catches this snippet, and for a moment it looks like she is about to leap up from the couch and strangle your tour guide. Her own fat body weighs her down, however, and she succeeds in little more than jostling a fresh wave of farts from her lard-pile frame. She has to be nearly four hundred pounds, easily triple her former weight. "Honestly, it might have been easier if she'd drunk the whole bottle. A bit of excess gassiness can make it much easier to roll disobedient guests!" Wonka chuckles to you in a way that seems oddly... familiar.(if:!$hannahgone)[ Hannah's squealing laughter distracts you. "Oh shit, they're making her get up!" she says, clapping her hands in apparent delight.](elseif:!$calebgone)[ "Whoa, those little orange men that run a chocolate factory are making that rich girl, who drank a farting potion, that also makes her fat, stand up...!" Caleb says the longest, strangest, and yet most accurate thing you've ever heard leave his lips. Maybe the high's wearing off? "...wait, what?" Maybe not.](else:)[ You're distracted by the sound of couch leather creaking -- something's happening.] You look over, and sure enough, two of Wonka's workers are trying to get Victoria up from the couch she's sitting on. She does not seem terribly excited by this fact, belching and swatting at whatever she can, but the loompas are too nimble for the lard-encumbered socialite. "Worry not, my dear! I've no doubt we can find some corner of the factory for you!" Somehow, you doubt that's Victoria's main worry. "But we must get you waddling down to the barnyard before long, I'm afraid. Wouldn't want you immobilized in the refreshments room, hm?" "B-WAAURRRRP-arnyard?!" The fart that Victoria lets out sounds vaguely... fearful. She is finally hefted to her feet, the loompas leading her along like fatted livestock. "H-he-URRRRRP-elp...!" She scowls and grunts, but her flabby gait is too slow to ever escape. (align: "=><=")[//A greed like we have never seen// //On top of that, so rude and mean// //A highly influential model// //Now reduced to farts and waddles//] The oompa-loompas sing as they poke and prod her, humiliating her even further. Her belly shreds what's left of her designer outfit, allowing her gut to pour down all the way to her knees. Her breasts are heavy pendulums bound up in the frame of her bra, and her hips are so wide her arms rest at a 45 degree angle when not being tugged along by an impatient oompa-loompa. (align: "=><=")[//Perhaps you might just lose the weight// //Work it off, set yourself straight// //Wouldn't it be lovely, though?// //To just give in, and let it go//] "Ooof... *hffffFFWWAARRRUURRRP...*" Her incessant wheezing is only growing worse, and after little more than a few steps, the farting mess of a philanthropist seems utterly exhausted. Despite the loompas prodding, it looks as though she's reaching her limit. With sweat pouring from her individually-manicured pores, and her $1,000 bra creaking to contain the extra 1,000 pounds of pure fat that its owner has gained, Victoria stumbles, falling backwards with a grunt that sounds almost relieved. The loompas are there to catch her, with two of them already having wheeled in a large, flat cart for her to rest upon, however. It's almost as though they expected it. One of the walls of the room recedes into the ceiling, followed by the ceiling itself receding into the wall, and you realize that this room is just one part of a much larger one. She's much too fat to fit through the entrance she came in via, but on the far side, you can see a massive exit, more than wide enough to fit the pig-blimp. (align: "=><=")[//What to do with all this lard?// //She belongs in a barnyard// //We think that she'll be happier when// //She's safe and sound in the pig pen//] They turn and wheel her away, her fat still slowly spreading over her mobility platform. You hear her whimper something about 'walking again', but the loompas happily scoop up some of the sodas that still remain in the area and feed them to her between belches. The look of apparent... contentment (?) you see on Victoria's face is more pleasure than you've seen her show since you first met her. You guess some people are just better off in the pig pen. Wonka is already traipsing off towards the door you entered through, and the tour moves on.(set:$victoriagone to true) >[[Out and down the hallway once more]]

Wonka plays a quick tune on his flute, as your clothes begin to creak and tear. Your fat is far from OBLITERATED, although you *do* feel lighter with every passing moment. Soon you're bobbing for nearly half a second as you totter from one leg to the other; Not buoyant enough to float, but enough to overcome the several hundred pounds of flab you picked up earlier.(if:!$hannahgone)[ Hannah whistles and giggles at your predicament. "Look at 'em go! They almost look round enough to roll, lol." You can't help but feel she'd be the most humiliated of anyone if she found herself suddenly swelling inexorably, but what do you know. You're just a tour guest.](elseif:!$calebgone)[ "So light... so free..." Caleb looks at you all misty-eyed. Somehow you get the sense that being a human balloon might suit his personality, actually.] (else:)[ You can't help but get the sense that it's a little ridiculous to have cans of "inflate helplessly" just sitting around, but what do you know, you're just a tour guest.] Still, you barely have time to think about any of that. Your body is quickly losing its former soft, saggy shape, and starting to take on a more contoured look. Whatever's in you is filling up your rolls, tightening them while still leaving you looking obviously flabby. Your legs lose their flexibility, and your arms soon after, making you something like a fat starfish-balloon, bouncing on the ground. "Wonderful invention, isn't it? It fills you up with terrifically lifting gas, so much that you hardly feel all the weight your indiscriminate overeating has gotten you!" Wonka beams as he explains what's happening to you. You nervously totter backwards, as a half-dozen oompa-loompas approach you. "Shame about the permanent shape change, however... oh well, I'll get it right eventually." (align: "=><=")[//You can't just undo what you've ate// //FAT won't just OBLITERATE// //No need for any long check-up// //Prognosis clear -- you're blowing up!//] They waste no time wresting control of your body away from you. You try to swat at them, to bounce-waddle away from some unknown fate, but you're light as a feather and big as a house. They steady you, holding you in one spot, and roll you onto your back. You watch as some of the walls of the lounge recede away, revealing that you're actually in a much larger room, with higher ceilings and more space. ...Space to do what? (align: "=><=")[//Looking for an easy out?// //Don't want to try a tough workout?// //Leave it all to us, you wimp// //Now that you're a blubber-blimp//] They send you spinning across the opened space like some enormous ball, and you realize just how impossibly round you've become. You can still feel your hundreds of pounds of flab cushioning you as you roll, but most of what's in you is lighter than air, making you skip and bounce as you tumble arm-over-arm, your hair flipping about. You're the equivalent weight of a few pounds at most. The humiliating song is not helping with your intense embarrassment -- to have gotten so fat, then to end up like this? It's almost more than you can take. (align: "=><=")[//We know just what to do with you// //A greedy fatty through and through// //We have one question, and we quote --// //'Just how much fat can we make float?'//] They bounce-roll you away from the rest of the group, your arms flapping impotently against your lard-padded sides. As Wonka leads the rest of the group away, you see in the darkness a glimpse of two shimmering tanks, one labeled 'FAT OBLITERATOR', and the other labeled... CHOCOLATE. FAT BLIMP END

The whispers of the guests as they watch you swell like some fat ball make you blush furiously, and the arrival of the oompa-loompas does little to reassure you. You're really starting to blow up now, the feeling of your body stretching and expanding unlike anything you've ever felt before. "I'm terribly sorry about all of this!" says Wonka, and for a moment you feel relieved -- until you see that he is addressing the rest of the tour. "Just a quick song and we can be on our way!" That... isn't the resolution you had hoped for. Tori gets up from the couch, leaving you alone with a small gang of oompa loompas encircling you. (align: "=><=")[//Looking for an easy fix?// //Weigh more than a ton of bricks?// //We can make you light again// //Though you might not like how it ends//] Your gut is creaking, already pushing out a foot or two beyond where it already was, making you even more clumsy and awkward. There's no way they're getting you up from this couch, you're fairly certain, as you feel yourself balloon to either side. Your arms are clumsy and forced upwards, and your legs are splayed in either direction, making you feel like a bloated starfish. But as two of them grab your flailing hands, you find you come up off the seat rather easily. Much *too* easily, in fact -- you nearly tumble forward, were it not for the other oompa loompas who grab, and steady you. Great, you're a floating fat blimp. You're back on your own two feet, but you feel anything but mobile. (align: "=><=")[//Sweets and snacks are well and good// //When you eat them as you should// //But stuffing your face all day long?// //It warrants something like this song!//] (align: "=><=")[//You glutted, gobbled, ate it all// //Your hunger had you in its thrall// //And now you want to fix all that?// //Such a greedy, spoiled brat//] Their words lash you as they dance around you, playing with your tightening body while your fat rolls balloon outwards. You try to move away, or really just to move in any direction at all, but your range of locomotion is rapidly diminishing to nothing. You're nearly round, with your legs and arms forced permanently straight, and wrapped in both buyoant air and swaddling flab. As such, your attempt at moving does little more than bounce you from one foot to the other, before the loompas begin to tip you over. (align: "=><=")[//We best get you on your way// //Brats sans self-control can't stay// //So just relax, let things go limp// //We'll handle this here spoiled blimp//] They spin you arm over arm, your flabby balloon body bouncing on the ground with every verse... Wonka leads the tour away, and you notice Tori wink at you. It's likely the last time you'll see her though, as the loompas roll you through the darkened doorway. FORCED FAT BLIMP END

You watch helplessly as your waistline continues to balloon, your belly steadily expanding across your lap and down your thighs. You push into it experimentally -- it's not fat, that much is clear. It's something far *lighter*... "Well, we of course can't magically *undo* weight gain. That would be ridiculous," says Wonka with a laugh. Tori is nodding along, sending you death glares in her side-eye. "But with a sufficient amount of lifting gas, even the widest of the wide can find themselves lifted straight off the ground!" You don't like the sound of that. You need to get out of here, you decide, if he's just going to have everyone sit there and watch you blow up. You make to get up from the couch, but something's wrong. You press downward against the leather, and suddenly find yourself leaping nearly three feet into the air as you do so. You're utterly bewildered -- it's as if you hardly weigh... anything... at all... As you land on the ground with a soft *thud*, cushioned by your ballooning belly, Wonka taps your torso with the end of his cane. "Weight loss! Brilliant, isn't it? Shame about the permanent swelling, though..." P-permanent...!? An icy shock runs down your spine as you scramble to get to your feet. It's already getting awkward, as the expansion spreads to your hips and back as well. Your legs are splayed slightly, while your arms are being forced up. Tori looks as though she could not be more pleased, her legs crossed with a delighted grin on her face. The oompa-loompas are around you before you know it, and the fact that half of them appear to be carrying some kind of rope does not reassure you. Tottering from leg to leg, you feel yourself rising from the ground higher with every step. (align: "=><=")[//Grabbing a forbidden drink// //Don't you ever stop to think?// //Mentally never growing up// //And that is why you're blowing up//] They pace around you, watching you carefully, and you're quickly much too round to really hope at making a break for it. Your sides are out as far as your fingertips, and your crotch is steadily swelling towards the ground. To make matters worse, it feels like you might just fly up towards the ceiling at any second... And so it makes your already butterfly-filled stomach do a backflip on top of that when the ceiling pulls away, followed by the walls, revealing a much larger room that the 'refreshments room' was part of. Just as you nearly take off, however, the loompas have a rope around every one of your rapidly-shrinking limbs. They catch you, making you bob against them with a thrumming from the ropes. You feel very much like a float in a parade, and your cheeks burn with embarrassment. (align: "=><=")[//Look at this silly, rude buffoon// //Now a sweet party balloon// //So little fat holding them down// //Nothing to keep them on the ground//] The workers exchange the ropes, making you tumble head over foot in midair. You're growing tighter and tighter, the air stretching out every part of you, taking away your former shape and making you into little more than a tight ball of gas. You can't belch, can't do much of anything but flap your little balloon-fingers and try to avoid Tori's mocking glare every time she comes into view. In your tumbling, you catch sight of something else -- a curiously small label on the wall, only readable if you were already up in the air, that says "BLIMP TESTING/EVALUATION ROOM". (align: "=><=")[//We'll keep you from floating away// //But in this room, you'll have to stay// //Oh no, don't cry, don't curse your fate// //At least you're always low in weight!//] The song starts to fade, as they march you over to a corner of the cavernous room. You whimper, whine, and try desperately to keep them from playing with you like a balloon on a string, but Wonka is already leading the rest of the group out of the room. Tori turns, smiles at you one last time, and waves goodbye. FLOATING BALLOON END

"W-what's happening...? I thought this was supposed to be a... *oooh...*" Tori stands up, too athletic and agitated to remain seated. "E-energy drink, or something..." She's unsteady, though, with the unfamiliar new growth pushing up her shirt and exposing itself to the air.(if:!$victoriagone)[ "Didn't know energy drinks turned you into a swelling blimp~" says Victoria curtly, never able to resist the chance to kick someone while she's down.](elseif:!$calebgone)[ "I wonder how they get the THC suspended in those edible drinks. I mean, isn't it supposed to like, only bond with oil...?" For a moment, you thought Caleb was referring to Tori's predicament, but he's just... staring off into space. He might as well be in another world, one both parallel to and completely separate from our own. "Still, weird that it would make someone blow up..." he says, cryptically.](else:)[ Speaking up too much is likely to get you into trouble, but you can't help it. You mention that you've never heard of an energy drink that makes someone... swell up. Usually they just taste like crap and make you twitchy.] Tori turns and scowls at the heckling. "Well I didn't KNOW it would do that! It was--" She starts moving -- shit, is she going to snitch on you? Her belly is quickly growing too large for her to touch the very tip of it, with the bottom of the curve nearly down to her knees, and the front sticking out a couple feet in front of her, as if she'd swallowed a yoga ball. You get lucky again, though. "W-wha...?!" As she whips her arm, it swings wider than she anticipated, and she's suddenly off-balance. Her upper body weight shifts outward, supported by... nothing. For a solid second, Tori is sailing through the air sideways, gently floating upward, then descending, like a balloon filled with ordinary air that's been tossed. The shape of her steadily-expanding gut completes the look, and Tori is starting to look more like an orb with a girl attached than anything else. Still, ever the consummate athlete, Tori manages to adjust her center of gravity in the air, and land on her feet. It's anything but graceful, though, rubbing her hands over her taut tummy and muttering, "I... I'm so..." "Weightless," says Wonka matter-of-factly, and, without letting her collect herself, he unceremoniously bumps the underside of Tori's balloon-belly with the tip of his cane. "H-hey...!" She tries to brace for it -- it's clear that Tori has been to her share of self-defense courses -- but it seems her weight issues are only worsening as her belly swells. She's again floating through the air, practically without any gravity at all, as she twists and tries to prepare for a second landing.(if:!$hannahgone)[ "Holy shit, what I wouldn't do for a camera right now..." You can practically see the user-impression stats dance through Hannah's eyes as she watches the bizarre spectacle. Unfortunately, the social media darling is forced to simply watch.](elseif:!$hirogone)[ "Whoa... this... tour sure is something..." Hiro watches nervously, obviously uncomfortable with the spectacle of all of it.](else:)[ You can hardly believe what you're seeing. Tori's already little more than a sphere filled with god-knows-what, and she's only getting bigger and lighter with every passing moment.] "It's weight loss, though in a more literal sense, I suppose..." Sensing a moment to play tour guide, Wonka chimes in as Tori gradually -- *ever* so gradually -- floats back down towards the ground. The next lift-off might not have a landing, you think. "Never quite achieved the appeal we were hoping for in testing. There's the somewhat *minor* issue of being too light to roll most subjects, particularly when someone already so thin tries it..." "And the fact that it's turned me into a goddamn balloon!!" screeches Tori, who flails desperately for one of the couches as she drifts downward. The swelling has now clearly spread to her torso, and her exercise outfit is making the most of its elastic as it stretches to contain her. "You need to fix this, now!" she shouts, putting on her best 'I need to see your manager' voice. Wonka chuckles. "Oh, you bodybuilder types, always bulking and cutting, floating and ballooning..." He shakes his head with a wistful smile, which does little to cool Tori's rage. Finally, Tori manages to grab onto the couch with an arm that's practically conical. "Can't... believe... this...!" She's nearly as wide as she is tall, her tracksuit digging into her sides, though the stretchy material seems to have an impressive amount of give. As her side bumps into the furniture, it lets out a surprisingly resonant *BONG*, like a beach ball being smacked. This, of course, sends her right back up into the air, utterly unable to maintain the weak handhold she nearly had. The limber and self-assured athlete is little more than a helpless bubble now as she rises back up into the air, this time looking like she might not float back down... (align: "=><=")[//Whoa there girl, you'll float away!// //We can keep you here to stay// //We'll keep you safe, and tie you down// //Though you'll still be all big and round//] Suddenly, a jazzy number busts in from nowhere, and the ceiling and floors are falling away from the room before your eyes. What it reveals is something much larger, more mechanical and cavernous. A gaggle of oompa loompas is dancing towards your group, heading right for Tori. One of them tosses a lasso at the floating exercise nut just as she's starting to get well and truly away from the ground, catching one of her tiny hands where it sinks into her body. It gives you the unmistakable impression of... well, a balloon on a string. Tori grunts and flaps as she's tugged down, and for a moment it looks as though she's trying to wiggle free. "Lemme... hng... go!" is all you can hear from her muffled grunts, as her chest pushes up against her jaw and makes it difficult to speak. (align: "=><=")[//Lighter than air, high as a cloud!// //Soaring above the gathered crowd// //You'll be floating mighty high// //A parade float, up in the sky//] They attach ropes to her other hand, and both of her feet. True to the song, she looks remarkably like a balloon you might see on a holiday parade. Tori herself is now glaring daggers at *you* -- how fortunate it was that she missed an opportunity to explain where she got it from. Somehow you get the impression she won't be getting another. Tori flaps her hand and grunts incoherently as the oompa loompas let her rise up on her own buoyancy. She's more or less perfectly round, with no hint of her former toned musculature to be found on her tight, smooth surface. She's more buoyant than ever before, and the ropes are stretched as can be on all four sides. Two oompa loompas are needed at each one, and they begin hauling the floating blimp away from your group. (align: "=><=")[//Such physique, it takes the cake!// //A perfect ad-balloon you'll make// //We'll paint you up, put you in shop// //And we hope that you don't... float away//] She's still growing as you watch -- seven, eight, ten feet across, swelling inexorably. Her clothes look like they're about to shred right off. Wiggling and... squeaking? can be heard as they carefully march the newly-minted balloon out of the "refreshments" room -- though you're not sure that's really its purpose... Wonka is clapping in time, slowing down as the tune fades out. "Ah, wasn't that fun? I do love a good parade." He grabs his cane, and straightens his back. "Well now, it's been a whirlwind good time in this room, but I do believe it's time for us to run along yet again~"(set:$torigone to true) You're not sure about the 'good time'... But hey, you got away with it. There's little to do but follow him [[Out and down the hallway once more]].

(if:$tourcount is $totalcount)[(go-to:"all guests remaining ending")] (elseif:$tourcount is 0 and !!$hasty)[(go-to:"hasty ending")] (elseif:$tourcount is 0)[(go-to:"perfect ending")] (else:)[(go-to:"some guests ending")]

The room is big, white, and... empty? It looks empty, at least -- hard to tell with just how incredibly bright and glaring all the reflected light is. Your eyes are starting to adjust, but you have to shield them for the moment. (if:!$victoriagone)["What the devil is 'Wonkavision', and what do you mean, 'experience' it?" Victoria's mouth is running off as per usual, and she eyes Wonka skeptically.](elseif:!$calebgone)[You hear Caleb ask, "Wonkavision... is that like... When you shrink a chocolate bar and like... send it over the TV so people could like... try it at home...?" He pauses frequently, but you have absolutely no idea what he is going on about. Wonka doesn't seem to, either -- he ignores the remark.](elseif:!$hannahgone)["So... liiiike..." Hannah blows a bubble as she looks around the room. Maybe it's the years of staring at a glowing rectangle, but she's not as blinded as you, it seems. "What exactly am I supposed to be 'experiencing', now...?"](elseif:!$torigone)["So... Wonka... vision? Is that why I'm half-blind right now...?" Tori squints, looking annoyed by the oppressive whiteness all around you.](elseif:!$hirogone)["W-Wonkavision? What's... what's that?" Hiro is clearly more acclimated to the dark interior of his own bedroom. He can barely open his eyes for how bright it is.] Your tour guide launches into his requisite explanation. "Wonkavision is unable to be tied down by just one thing, my dears! It's television! It's art! It's shrink rays, and virtual reality!" He gesticulates wildly as he speaks, with the fervor of an aging but unrepentant radical. "It is *everything!*" (if:!$victoriagone)["'Shrink rays and virtual reality'? You're mad!" Victoria shouts back, but somehow the insult lacks bite. Not like his madness wasn't obvious already.](elseif:!$calebgone)["Okay, so..." Caleb puts a hand to his chin, his red-eyes half-lidded yet twinkling with the beginnings of a fomenting thought. "Not... the thing... I said, then..." It fizzles out as he speaks, though, and he seems almost disappointed. Oh well.](elseif:!$hannahgone)["Oh, I get it, you're *nuts!*" Hannah looks away, and instinctually reaches for her phone that isn't there. This is followed by a grunt of annoyance, and an eye-roll.](elseif:!$torigone)["Uh... huh..." Tori barely manages the acknowledgement, so ridiculous was the response. She's still trying to see anything in the sea of white.](elseif:!$hirogone)[Hiro seems utterly bewildered by the answer, and he's not helped by the fact that he has now almost completely covered his eyes. "Sure, o-okay..." he mumbles, sounding uncomfortable.] Something about Wonka seems even more deranged than usual, though. "Two main things I'm thinking you may want to see in this room!" He's looking directly at you, you can see, as your pupils constrict and the blinding light begins to dim. The features start to come into focus as he speaks. "One!" He gestures towards a large ray-gun contraption of some kind. And it is *large* -- easily twenty feet tall, its tip is aimed directly at some kind of raised dais on the floor. There's another dais not ten feet to the left of it, though this one only has some wires running across the floor, with no giant ray-gun. "The WonkaPorter -- transports an item, making it much smaller in the process. We've tried desperately to separate out the two functions, but it's much too difficult. Ah, well -- I could give you a demonstration if you like. And the other..."(if:!!$victoriagone and !$calebgone)[ "T-that's...!" You're totally shocked, but Caleb actually seems to recognize this. His eyes are red as ever, but filled with a light like you have yet to see. "W-what I... s-s..." But, just as quickly, it passes, and Caleb goes back to his usual confusion. "What did I say again...?"] He sweeps his gesture over towards a giant... square of some kind. No, wait... that light isn't being reflected, is it? You realize that you're looking at a giant screen of some kind, though for the moment it's just displaying the same sheer, blinding white that fills the rest of the room. There's some small machinery off to the side, though as it's camouflaged in white, you can't make it out well. "Wonkavision mark 2! Fundamentally disconnected as a technology from WonkaVision the first, but a worthy spiritual successor!" No one seems to comprehend a word he's saying, but he continues on anyway. "It's virtual reality, you see. Just put on this headset here, and you can live an entirely different life! Still some kinks to work out, but I believe it ought to be fine..." His voice suddenly grows quiet, especially compared to his earlier bombastic display, but he perks up once more as he goes back to describing the contraption. "You see, what is virtual reality if not shrinking something down and teleporting it somewhere else? You can understand why I chose the names, I hope!" He winks and chuckles, but you don't understand why he chose the names. No one else seems to understand, either.(if:!$calebgone)[ Except for Caleb. You get the feeling *he* understands.] "Now, what would you like to see?" he asks expectantly. >Check out the [[Wonkavision mk1]] >Check out the [[Wonkavision mk2]]

"Ah, interested in the mark 1, I see!" Wonka leads you all over to the daises. "Now, let me offer a demonstration..." He plays a quick tune on his flute(if:$tourcount is not $totalcount)[, the sound of which makes the hairs on your neck stand on end]. A few seconds later, two oompa-loompas appear, carrying a bar of chocolate as big as either of them. They place it on the first dais, the one that has the massive ray-gun pointed at it. "Watch the other platform, and please stand back!" Before you even have a chance to think about disobeying, a flash of light, bright enough to drown out even the glowing paleness of the room, overwhelms you. There is a sort of digitized bleeping of some sort, though you can hardly see what's going on. By the time your vision returns, you can see it there -- the same chocolate bar, now reduced to an ordinary size. Wonka strides over and picks it up. "See? Wonkavision, isn't it wonderful?" You ask him what it's for, or if there is any... reason... you might be interested in this, beyond the obvious coolness of the shrinking. He seems to pick up something in your phrasing. "Ah, well... I suppose you might want to know that going through with any sort of 'item' might cause some adverse effects." You have no idea why he is putting finger quotes around the word 'item'. "Food items, specifically tend to generate rather... strange occurrences, you might say?" He chuckles, but it's not at all clear what the joke is.(if:!$hannahgone)[ "Huh. Cool." Hannah has no false enthusiasm left. She's ready to get her phone back, and shrink rays do not seem to rate. "We done?"](else:)[ There's an uncomfortable silence. It seems like everyone's about ready to be done with the tour.] Again, Wonka looks at you. "Well? Ready to move along again? Perhaps you might like to see the mark 2?" >Go look at the [[Wonkavision mk2]] >[[Leave the Wonkavision room]] (link:">Grab an item and jump into the mk1")[(if:$inv's length is 0)[...But, you don't have any items. You might be able to attempt something if you did.](elseif:$inv's length is 1 and $inv contains "Tripping twig")[...But, you only have a twig. You wouldn't want to mess around with a twig, would you? This was probably meant to be used earlier.](else:)[(if:$inv contains "A stick of three-course gum")[>[[Grab the three-course gum and jump in]] ](if:$inv contains "A handful of warm chocolate")[>[[Grab the handful of chocolate and jump in]] ](if:$inv contains "Chocolate chestnuts")[>[[Grab the chocolate chestnuts and jump in]]]]]

"Oh my, I really think you'll enjoy this one!" Wonka seems especially proud of this one. He's proud of every insane thing in his factory, but this one even more so. You move over to the giant screen on the wall, this 'mark 2', and wait for him to explain. "Now, to understand this machine, I want you to imagine all those poor people out there who *didn't* get to come on this special tour!" he says, his voice suddenly getting serious. "All those lost souls, tossed away from the golden light of the factory..." He looks off into the blank whiteness, while getting only disbelieving stares from you and the others. "This is virtual reality, but not any ordinary virtual reality! It's *hyper*-reality!" Wonka walks over to the other little piece of machinery beside the screen, and you can see what it is now -- a VR headset, with the outside all done up in white. "You can actually smell it! Taste it! *Feel* it! You're right there in the action! Just *imagine* it!" You don't need to imagine it, you have been through four rooms of a factory tour already. It's been hours. But Wonka's rhetoric continues. "It contours to your exact wishes, leads you where you want to go! It's really quite something!" Wonka's finally winding down, though he seems no less proud of his creation than before. "If one of you would like to try it... Don't really have time for more than one, though, and there's unfortunately only one headset. How to decide, how to decide..." Wonka puts a hand at his mouth and taps his foot, but snaps back up. "I know, you'll choose!" he says, pointing at you. Huh? You ask him what he means. "You should pick! Just, pick one of your fellow(if:$tourcount is not $totalcount)[ remaining] tour guests to try out the mk2! Oh, it'll be such fun." Wonka seems almost... unhinged. You can't help yourself. You ask him why on earth he would let you choose who uses the VR headset. (if:$tourcount >1)[There's more than just a little murmuring going on behind you... Jealousy?] "Why does anyone do anything?" Wonka shrugs. "Go on, choose!" Seeing your obvious discomfort, he sighs. "Or we can go look at the mark 1. Or we can leave this room entirely. The world is your oyster!" Well... okay then. >Go look at the [[Wonkavision mk1]] >[[Leave the Wonkavision room]] (if:!$hannahgone)[>[[Choose Hannah to wear the mk2]] ](if:!$victoriagone)[>[[Choose Victoria to wear the mk2]] ](if:!$calebgone)[>[[Choose Caleb to wear the mk2]] ](if:!$torigone)[>[[Choose Tori to wear the mk2]] ](if:!$hirogone)[>[[Choose Hiro to wear the mk2]] ](link:">Choose yourself to wear the mk2")[ "Oh, you... wouldn't want to do that..." says Wonka, though he says it in a distinctly non-fun way. It seems like there's really nothing 'fun' behind this. Though there might be something funny? (link:">Insist on you being the one to wear the mk2")[ "Are you sure?" Wonka furrows his brow. "You might lose more than you think..." He shakes his head. "I really don't think it's a good idea. Pick one of the other tour guests, hm?" (link:">You don't care. Put on the helmet by force and have your own VR Wonka tour!")[(reload:)]]]

"R-really?" Wonka's temple twitches strangely. "Are you sure? You don't want to put the VR helmet on one of your tour guests? You don't have any items you want to use...?" This man is speaking... *very* strangely. [>Go back and look at the [[Wonkavision mk1]] >Go back and look at the [[Wonkavision mk2]]]<options| (link:"Tell him you want to leave")["Fine..." He sounds sad more than anything. "It's a wonderful room, but that's quite alright if you aren't interested in it... Let's wrap this tour up, shall we?(replace: ?options)[] >[[To the final room]]]

You better hurry if you wanna break the rules. You grab the piece of three-course gum that you managed to sneak out of the inventing room, and leap for the dais before anyone can do anything. "Oh, dear..." says Wonka as you hustle as quickly as you can over towards the pad, holding the strip in one hand. He watches you go with a puzzled look.(if:!$hannahgone)[ "The heck're they doing..." says Hannah with some skeptical chomping at her gum. "And... what's that in their hand...?"](elseif:!$torigone)[ Tori stares agog. "He did literally just say not to do that, right? I didn't just imagine that?" she asks, to no one in particular.] You aren't quite sure what to expect, but you step up onto the dais without hesitation. It seems it needs no special activation sequence -- the ray gun hums to life the moment your weight settles on the pad, and in just seconds you're blinded by a flash of pure white. >[[Open your eyes->blueberry micro blimp end]]

There's no time to think, no time for *logic*. You decide, against all sensibility, to see what happens if you jump in with a handful of the liquid chocolate you swiped from the chocolate room, so long ago. "Oh, dear..." says Wonka as you hustle as quickly as you can over towards the pad, holding the drippy handful in one hand. Oddly, he makes no real move to stop you.(if:!$victoriagone)[ "What is the little idiot doing *now*..." says Victoria with an eye-roll.](elseif:!$hirogone)[ Hiro fidgets nervously. "D-didn't he just say not to do this? H-he did say that, right?"] You aren't quite sure what to expect, but you step up onto the dais without hesitation. It seems it needs no special activation sequence -- the ray gun hums to life the moment your weight settles on the pad, and in just seconds you're blinded by a flash of pure white. >[[Open your eyes->chocolate micro blimp end]]

There's no time to think, no time for *logic*. You decide, against all sensibility, to see what happens if you jump in with the chocolate chestnuts you harvested from the chocolate room, so long ago. "Oh, dear..." says Wonka as you hustle as quickly as you can over towards the pad, holding the confection-nuts in one hand. Oddly, he makes no real move to stop you.(if:!$hirogone)[ "Wait, I think I recognize that smell..." says Hiro, his nose perking up.](elseif:!$hannahgone)[ Hannah watches you go with a detached look. "And there they go..." she says, blowing a bubble.] You aren't quite sure what to expect, but you step up onto the dais without hesitation. It seems it needs no special activation sequence -- the ray gun hums to life the moment your weight settles on the pad, and in just seconds you're blinded by a flash of pure white. >[[Open your eyes->micro fatty end]]

You tell Wonka that you think Hannah should be the one to try out the VR. "Huh?" She seems taken aback. "I mean... I guess. To be honest I'm kiiinda ready to get outta here... But... might be cool?" She doesn't sound happy that you picked her, as such, but she's not going to fight you. She's also always happy for any volume of attention. "Yes, yes, come on over!" Wonka motions for her to put on the headset. "In no time at all, you'll be traipising through a whimsical world of wonder!" "I thought I was supposed to already *be* in one... boring old factory..." she mutters, as she slips it over her head. "So what do I--" **WHUNK** **THUD** **HISS** Out of nowhere, machinery whirs to life, and acts on Hannah. A chair rises from the floor, while long mechanical tentacles attach themselves to her feet and arms. Hannah herself suddenly goes limp, falling backwards into her chair, the VR helmet still on her face. "All according to plan!" Wonka says energetically, if forcefully. "Now, we can follow along with her tour adventure on the screen above..." >[[Watch Hannah's Tour]]

You tell Wonka that you think Victoria should be the one to try out the VR. "I don't need your permission, you little twit!" she hisses. She waited until you said you'd pick her, though, so... "Yes, yes, come on over!" Wonka motions for her to put on the headset. "In no time at all, you'll be traipising through a whimsical world of wonder!" "I expect the best!" she says haughtily, as she slips it over her head. "Now, depending on how well this works, I *may* be willing to purcha--" **WHUNK** **THUD** **HISS** Out of nowhere, machinery whirs to life, and acts on Victoria. A chair rises from the floor, while long mechanical tentacles attach themselves to her feet and arms. Victoria herself suddenly goes limp, falling backwards into her chair, the VR helmet still on her face. "All according to plan!" Wonka says energetically, if forcefully. "Now, we can follow along with her tour adventure on the screen above..." >[[Watch Victoria's Tour]]

You tell Wonka that you think Caleb should be the one to try out the VR. "Yo, I've been... chosen? For a *factory tour?*" He sounds utterly incredulous and delighted. "Yes, yes, come on over!" Wonka motions for him to put on the headset. "In no time at all, you'll be traipising through a whimsical world of wonder!" "Yo, will they have weed?" he asks, with all the subtlety of a battering ram. Wonka chuckles, and sighs. "Oh, I never tire of your antics..." He pushes the mask right onto Caleb's face. "Whoa... it's like I'm in another world..." He tilts his head upward, then side to side. "A world of total darkness, with nothing at--" **WHUNK** **THUD** **HISS** Out of nowhere, machinery whirs to life, and acts on Caleb. A chair rises from the floor, while long mechanical tentacles attach themselves to his feet and arms. Caleb himself suddenly goes limp, falling backwards into his chair, the VR helmet still on his face. "All according to plan!" Wonka says energetically, if forcefully. "Now, we can follow along with his tour adventure on the screen above..." >[[Watch Caleb's Tour]]

(if:!$toristuffed)[You tell Wonka that you think Tori should be the one to try out the VR. "Ah, jeez... I'm not sure I'm much of one for video games..." she says, scratching the back of her head. "Oh it's more than a video game! It's a full-body *experience!*" says Wonka, urging her on. "Well... okay. I'm not making any promises..." Tori uncrosses her arms. "Yes, yes, come on over!" Wonka motions for her to put on the headset. "In no time at all, you'll be traipising through a whimsical world of wonder!" "Sure, whatever..." Tori shrugs, looking uncertain. She slips on the mask, saying "Still, might be cool, I guess. What exactly--" **WHUNK** **THUD** **HISS** Out of nowhere, machinery whirs to life, and acts on Tori. A chair rises from the floor, while long mechanical tentacles attach themselves to her feet and arms. Tori herself suddenly goes limp, falling backwards into her chair, the VR helmet still on her face. "All according to plan!" Wonka says energetically, if forcefully. "Now, we can follow along with her tour adventure on the screen above..." >[[Watch Tori's Tour]]](else:)[You tell Wonka that you think Tori should be the one to try out the VR. Her response is quick: "I'm not doing a damn thing that asshole tells me to," she says, flatly. "Oh, but *I* insist! It's a full-body *experience!* Live a little!" says Wonka, urging her on. "Ugh..." Tori uncrosses her arms and sighs. "Fine, let's get this over with. I need to get home, and get some exercise..." She looks down at her gut, the one you gave her, and frowns. "Yes, yes, come on over!" Wonka motions for her to put on the headset. "In no time at all, you'll be traipising through a whimsical world of wonder!" "Sure, whatever..." Tori shrugs, looking uncertain. She slips on the mask, saying "Still, might be cool, I guess. What exactly--" **WHUNK** **THUD** **HISS** Out of nowhere, machinery whirs to life, and acts on Tori. A chair rises from the floor, while long mechanical tentacles attach themselves to her feet and arms. Tori herself suddenly goes limp, falling backwards into her chair, the VR helmet still on her face. "All according to plan!" Wonka says energetically, if forcefully. "Now, we can follow along with her tour adventure on the screen above..." >[[Watch Tori's Tour]]]

You tell Wonka that you think Hiro should be the one to try out the VR. "U-uh, me?" Hiro blushes, but he doesn't seem ungrateful. "V-vr is cool..." "Yes, yes, come on over!" Wonka motions for him to put on the headset. "In no time at all, you'll be traipising through a whimsical world of wonder!" "S-so I just put it on...?" Hiro holds the headset at arm's length. "Yes, yes, just put it on your head..." Wonka sets the visor on Hiro's head. "Don't... see anything yet?" Hiro stands pigeon-toed and obviously nervous. "Did you say we could *taste* the things in the--" **WHUNK** **THUD** **HISS** Out of nowhere, machinery whirs to life, and acts on Hiro. A chair rises from the floor, while long mechanical tentacles attach themselves to his feet and arms. Hiro himself suddenly goes limp, falling backwards into his chair, the VR helmet still on his face. "All according to plan!" Wonka says energetically, if forcefully. "Now, we can follow along with his tour adventure on the screen above..." >[[Watch Hiro's Tour]]

The screen darkens from sheer white, turning to a blurry mix of colors that gradually comes into focus, like the opening scene of a film. (align: "=><=")[*Hannah was one of five members selected for a lucky tour of Wonka's magic chocolate factory. It was something she'd wanted all her life, in truth.*] (if:!$victoriagone)["What is that voice?" asks Victoria with a snotty whine.](elseif:!$hirogone)["W-what's that voice?" asks Hiro.](else:)[What is that voice?] "For the assistance of the viewer, the Wonkavision mk2 narrates their internal monologue for them! We even threw in some embellishments, little flashes, that sort of thing... makes for *much* more entertaining viewing." Wonka bounces on his toes proudly. "There... have been some issues with it *overwriting* said internal monologue... but let's watch and see, hm?" The screen is still blurred as the voice continues. (align: "=><=")[*Hannah was a total brat, always smacking her gum everywhere she went. She never stopped chewing the stuff, and it was basically all she thought about most days. It was perhaps the nastiest habit the social media star had. So when they arrived in the inventing room, Hannah felt like it had practically been *made* for her...*] That... doesn't *exactly* sound like the Hannah you've seen so far. Sure, she never stopped chewing gum, but was it 'basically all she thought about'? She seemed a *little* more fleshed out than that. For example: she also loves taking selfies, you at least know that. In any case, the blurriness of the screen lifts, revealing an oddly familiar location -- the same room with the gum-machine, earlier in the factory. You see the scene in third-person, with Hannah just being one face among others that you don't quite recognize. She looks more or less like her ordinary self, although what she's wearing is something dramatically different -- a blue pants-suit with silver buttons down the front, and a large red belt. There's something oddly nostalgic about it, but you can't quite place it... Wonka is holding up a tiny stick of gum. "No, roast beef, but I haven't got it quite right yet..." (align: "=><=")[*The thought grew inside her as the tour guide explained what the strip was. A whole three courses in just one stick. How could she *not* take it? He worried too much, anyway.*] "Don't care!" Hannah snatches it gleefully. "I wouldn't do that if I were you!" Wonka stops her, holding her for a moment. "I really wouldn't." (align: "=><=")[*The silly girl knew something bad might happen. She had seen what happened in the chocolate room, and knew she wasn't supposed to take it. But, like she just said, she didn't really care.*] "So long as it's gum, then that's for me!" The bratty gum-chewer rolls her eyes and and turns away. "This is gonna be sooo good..." She whips out a phone from her pocket and snaps a selfie as she pops the gum in her mouth. "I told you, no photography in my factory..." Wonka shakes his head, but does nothing more. Hannah's jaw works at the forbidden gum, and her eyes light up. "Oooh, it's tomato soup! It's hot and creamy... I can actually feel it running down my throat!" (align: "=><=")[*The words flowed out naturally, and Hannah found herself chewing faster and faster. It was so delicious, she could hardly help but narrate her own disobedience. She had no idea what was about to happen to her -- but even if she had, it likely wouldn't have mattered. Hannah was getting her gum.*] "Stop... don't..." Wonka says on the screen, with an exasperated sigh. Hannah responds with another eye-roll. (align: "=><=")[*'Stupid old man', she thought to herself, blowing a defiant bubble. Hannah didn't care *what* happened to her, as long as she got to keep chewing this delicious gum. It was her *destiny*.*] The bizarre monologue interrupts the scene periodically -- is that what Hannah was really thinking? Her actions on screen seemed to suggest it was, as she happily cooed and shouted, "Roast beef and a baked potato!" The crowd murmurs: *(cycling-link: "Why doesn't she listen...", "Girl, I dunno about this.", "Didn't he say it wasn't ready?", "What's gonna happen...?")* (align: "=><=")[*The crowd's muttering didn't bother Hannah, either. They were just jealous that they didn't get to try the gum. This was *her* moment, and *her* strip of gum. She *welcomed* whatever came, no matter what!*] "Mmmm... this is the tastiest roast beef *ever*... I could just chew this all *day*..." Hannah glares at the Wonka inside her simulation with a look of arrogance. "You may want to consider spitting it out before the final course. I only invented it myself, what would I know about the dangers? But, suit yourself..." The virtual Wonka rolls his eyes, yet makes no move to stop her whatsoever. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Hannah's real-life form twitch slightly. There's a hint of a smile on her face, with a thin line of drool coming from the corner of her mouth. Her jaw moves ever so slightly up and down, in time with her chewing on the screen. Is she... enjoying this? Or rather, is it really *her* enjoying it? You have no time to ponder the question, as the scene is starting to get good. (align: "=><=")[*The greedy brat's chewing paused for just a moment as the gum changed flavors once more. This one was better than all the rest, something Hannah would do just about *anything* for...*] The camera centers on virtual-Hannah's face as she cries, "Blueberry pie and ice cream...!" A small purple splotch is spreading across her nose. >[[The end of Hannah's tour]]

The screen darkens from sheer white, turning to a blurry mix of colors that gradually comes into focus, like the opening scene of a film. (align: "=><=")[*Victoria was a wealthy, beautiful, intelligent, smart, rich, adorable, perfect, marvelous...*] A narrator's voice begins to play, but it is cut off as the real Wonka mashes some buttons on a remote. "Hmm... seems the narration is a bit over-tuned to her personal internal monologue... let me see if I can tone it down just a tad..." (align: "=><=")[*Victoria was a wealthy heiress selected to attend a tour of Wonka's chocolate factory, an honor only five people in the whole world could claim. It was something she wanted more than almost anything -- and she wanted a lot of things.*] The blur begins to soften, a thousand pinpricks of light shrinking in size until you can make out shapes. It's a familiar location, so you recognize it in short order -- it's the pastry room, the one you were in not long ago. It looks almost indistinguishable from the real one. (align: "=><=")[*Every room had been just dreadfully boring, with nonsense like a river of chocolate or some kind of bizarre magic gum. It was nothing Victoria was *truly* interested in -- she needed something with more elegance, more prestige. She wanted something ''fancy''... something ''lavish''.*] (if:!$torigone)["The heck is that voice?" says Tori, asking the obvious question.](elseif:!$hannahgone)[Hannah raises an eyebrow. "What's that voice, anyway?" she asks.](else:)[You can't help but voice the obvious question aloud -- what exactly *is* that voice that keeps playing over the video?] "A sort of heuristic narration, I suppose you might call it," says the real Wonka, pressing a button on the remote and pausing the screen. Victoria's real body is completely motionless -- did he just pause *her*? "It takes in some basic biographic info about the subject, reads some neural patterns, injects a few neurochemicals at the right junctures to better synchronize the accuracy of the... ahem." Wonka suddenly trails off with his jargon, and grins broadly. "It's telling you what she's thinking, essentially." He unpauses her. (align: "=><=")[*This room seemed a bit more... promising, at least. The space itself was a bit rough -- it had an air of industrial authority, with workers milling about carrying this and that, nothing special. But, the sweets that were all around looked utterly extravagant, flecked with gold leaf and expert piping and ostentatious six-layer displays... Victoria's selfish instincts began to machinate.*] "Those! I want one of those!" Victoria jabs her finger towards one of the large confections, a quadruple-tiered cake in four subtly different shades of shimmering gold. She sounds even *more* demanding than you're used to... unnaturally so, even. The oompa loompa carrying it stops, motionless. Wonka looks at the cake, then back at her. "I'm afraid these are not for sale. You can't have them," he says, sounding half-dumbfounded. You can hear Victoria's teeth grind through the TV... or did that just come from her real body? In either case, she shouts back on the screen, "What do you mean, *can't have them?* This is a chocolate factory, isn't it?!" "Yes..." says Wonka with a raised eye brow. Victoria takes an aggressive step forward. "And you *sell* chocolate, *yes?*" "Yes, but these are still in production, I..." "Give them to me now! I'll *buy* this factory if you don't...!" Victoria whips out an all-metal credit card and waves it around like a bank robber holding a gun. (align: "=><=")[*She didn't care. She had to have it. If it cost every last penny in daddy's trust fund, she was going to have at least one of those beautiful looking cakes. Otherwise, what was the point of any of this?*] Uh... the unlimited lifetime supply of chocolate? Surely that had to be better than just some cake, right? But, you think... was Victoria the type to settle for something that other people had? Especially this strangely hyper-greedy VR version of her? "Ugh, *salesmen...*" The virtual Wonka pinches his nose, looking very much like he is trying to find the best way to get out of all of this with minimal difficulty. "Always trying to put a price on things... I don't know if I could bear a visit from those negotiating vultures..." he mutters to himself. "Well?!" Victoria holds the card at arm's length, furiously flailing it -- but her eyes flick constantly back towards the golden cake. (align: "=><=")[*Give it to me! Now! Now now now!*] Wonka rolls his eyes in an almost imperceptible arc, and reaches into his back pocket. He unfolds a small slip of paper, and scribbles onto it with a quill pen he produces seemingly out of nowhere. "...Very well. Sign here," he says, handing the paper and pen to Victoria, right there in the middle of the pastry room. "Letting me buy what I want? And you aren't even *charging* me? You're smarter ''and'' dumber than you look!" Victoria snatches the document, and, to your surprise, skims it visually before instantly signing the impromptu contract. "...Oh, lovely, I get all these? I don't need to know anything else, I'll pay *any* price!" Her diligence does not last long, however. She scribbles her signature into the assigned spot, and hands it back to Wonka. "Now, my cake!" Wonka claps his hands, and all nearby oompa-loompas turn to look at him. "Give our guest every last thing she wants, would you please?" he says to them. Victoria smiles. >[[The end of Victoria's tour]]

The screen darkens from sheer white, turning to a blurry mix of colors that gradually comes into focus, like the opening scene of a film. (align: "=><=")[*Tori was an exercise nut -- not the kind you would expect on a factory tour. She'd been a fat kid for most of her childhood, and the memories of that time were all the thinspiration she needed. But she had always loved chocolate, in truth, and even her strict dietary regimen could handle a day of mild indulgence here and there. So she was excited, even if she didn't know how to show it.*] (if:!$hirogone)["W-wha...?" Hiro seems uncomfortable with all the fat talk. "W-what's that voice...? Why does it know all that stuff...?"](elseif:!$victoriagone)["What is that? Who is that talking?" Victoria sounds irritated as she directs a barrage of questions at Wonka. "That doesn't sound like that muscle-brains..."](else:)[What is that voice, you wonder? Why does it know so much about Tori? For that matter, is that stuff even true?] "Oh, the neural interface can do some very impressive things. Analyze some of your synapse patterns, transcribe that to an audio processor... It bases the whole experience on you personally, in fact!" Wonka bounces on his toes proudly. "There... have been some issues with it *dictating* things, overwriting the base routines, and such... but let's watch and see, hm?" Base routines? Like... *thoughts?* Is that... okay to 'overwrite'? The screen is still blurred as the voice continues. (align: "=><=")[*There were plenty of temptations. The chocolate room had been a doozy to get through without glutting herself, and while it had mostly been low-key in terms of impulses since then, Tori had had to stay vigilant. Keeping her cravings in check was a constant battle, even more so when on a literal tour of a candy factory. But, all she needed was an excuse, really.*] (if:!$hirogone)[Somehow, Hiro looks very glad that you didn't choose him for this.](elseif:!$hannahgone)["Huh, girl has addiction issues..." Hannah watches with a bored look -- and you don't miss how she keeps reaching for her phone every few seconds.] The blur begins to lift, and you begin to recognize what you're looking at. It's the refreshments room from just one room back, the one with all the couches and fridges. The screen shows Tori in third person, relaxing across from what appears to be a digital Wonka. There's four other guests, as well, though you don't recognize any of them. Tori is holding a can of something that might be gently termed 'nuclear' in coloration, all violent green and yellow shades. "So you're saying it's like... health food, then?" she asks, looking at the can and posing a question to Wonka. The tour guide scratches his head. "Well... not exactly. With enough exercise, I suppose it *could* lead to significant nutritional advantages, but..." (align: "=><=")[*Fuck it, thought Tori. It's just one can of soda, you've been holding back this whole tour. Only had a single damn square of chocolate back in the first room. He's telling you it's probably good for you, so just try it already!*] "*God*, I'm thirsty..." The digital Tori pops the can before Wonka can finish speaking, and upturns it to her lips. "...The caloric value in a single can would easily wipe out several months of intense exercise, not to mention the addicti... Oh, you've already tried it. Nevermind that, then," says Wonka, sounding almost apologetic as he quickly falls off. (align: "=><=")[*She hadn't heard what he said, but then, she didn't want to. Why on earth would she need even ''more'' reason to sit there and beat back that ever-present craving for fat, sugar, flavor? More reasons to deny herself over and over again everything she wanted? No, she'd give herself this one... just this ''one''. She'd earned it.*] *Glp... Glp... Glp...* Tori drains the entire can as you watch her on the screen, letting it fall down with a satisfying *bWUORRP.* "PFaaahh... Oh, I haven't had a good soda in a long time..." Tori seems oddly... dazed? If your eyes don't deceive you, her washboard-flat tummy(if:!!$toristuffed)[ -- it would seem what you did to her didn't transfer to the digital world --] is looking a bit rounder and softer... just a hint of a pooch. Tori has always had a stern look about her, so you're more than a bit taken aback to see that her face up on the VR world is almost dopey-looking. "You said it could be like, a bulking aid, yeah?" Wonka nods. "Well, yes, I assume it would provide quite a great deal of bulk, although I wouldn't recommend drinking more than a few." (align: "=><=")[*Tori was pretty convinced that was the best-tasting soda she'd ever had. Whether it was something in the drink itself, or just the deep craving created by years of self-deprivation, she couldn't say. But it hardly mattered. She'd found the thing she wanted, and she had a good enough reason. She could go for at least ''one'' more...*] "C'mooon..." Tori waves her hand dismissively. "It's a cheat day, and I've been cutting for weeks for this tour. I'm ready to *bulk!*" "Oh, well, in that case..." Wonka helpfully pulls out a 12-pack of the neon green-and-yellow cans. You can read the label now -- GUTBOOSTER, it says. "Let's get *huge*..." says Tori, a broad grin on her cheeks, as she picks up one of the cans. >[[The end of Tori's tour]]

The screen darkens from sheer white, turning to a blurry mix of colors that gradually comes into focus, like the opening scene of a film. (align: "=><=")[*Caleb was a stoner. Had always been a stoner. Never wanted to be anything but a stoner, and it suited him just fine. He did like chocolate, at least, so it wasn't a total shock to his friends when he'd told them that he was going on Wonka's factory tour.*] (if:!$torigone)["Huh...?" Tori looks at the screen in surprise. "The heck is that voice? Is that the weed guy? It doesn't sound like him..."](elseif:!$hirogone)["Wait... is that like..." Hiro looks as impressed as he is shocked. "Like, based on him...?"](else:)[What is that voice, you wonder? Sure, it was no secret that Caleb enjoyed a toke now and again, but how did this VR contraption know that?] "It's a... 'heuristic narration', I suppose you might call it," says Wonka helpfully. "Takes in some information about the subject, reads their brain waves, injects a few synchronization chemicals to better correlate their experience with their real-world neural pathways to the digital synaptic recreation..." You don't have the foggiest idea what he's talking about, to say the least. Is he saying it's like, reading his mind? "In a sense... but just watch, hm?" Wonka turns back to the screen. "We're getting to watch our foggy-minded guest's perfect tour, after all...!" (align: "=><=")[*The Wonka factory was known to even sell edibles, where it could do so legally. Caleb was nuts about them, they were always the most potent and flavorful, and -- though it was hard to believe -- that was where he'd found his golden ticket. He brought a couple for the road, and headed out for his factory tour...*] You're pretty certain Wonka doesn't *actually* sell edibles, but in Caleb's "perfect tour", it somehow makes sense. Maybe he makes his own from Wonka chocolate, who knows. The train of thought derails, however, as the image on the screen begins to form, shapes coalescing into somewhere ''very'' familiar... It's this exact room, the one you're in -- Wonkavision. The screen shows him in third person, with four other guests beside him that you don't recognize, though their Wonka is a dead ringer for your own. "This, my friends, is the Wonkavision mk1!" he says, gesturing towards a pair of daises that look very similar to the ones you can see in real life, just on the other side of the room. Wait, does that mean there's a mk2? What would happen if... You put the thought aside, as it starts to make your head hurt. (align: "=><=")[*The tour had been okay so far, even if it was pretty long. Caleb didn't have such a great sense of time, so it might have been six hours or thirty minutes, for all he could recall. He really wanted to relax, more than anything -- truth be told, he had nearly remained in the refreshments room earlier, but he was worried he wouldn't be able to find his way out of this labrynthian factory if he did.*] "That's a real concern, you know," says the real Wonka, nodding. The digital Caleb perks up. "So wait, like... it makes stuff small?" he asks in a halting voice. "Well... yes, although it's also known to increase the magnitude of effect of anything consumable the person happens to be carrying, and I can't recommend..." Wonka nods, and begins explaining. Caleb just starts walking towards the platform as soon as he hears 'well, yes', though. (align: "=><=")[*That'd be cool, to be small. Plus it looked like a good place to sit. Those two incoherent and nonsensical thoughts are about the only things that propeled the cannabis-addled guy towards the platform, in truth. The warnings about 'consumables' fell on deaf ears, despite the fact that he was carrying at least half a dozen edibles in his pockets.*] The real Wonka has a tub of popcorn in his hands. "Oh my, isn't this suspense something... It's amazing what procedural generation has come to, isn't it...?" The digital one is nowhere near as calm, however. "No no no, I must insist you stop...!" Totally occupied with his explanation of his beloved mk1, Wonka misses the opportunity to catch up with the sluggish stoner. Caleb turns around, pulling one of the chocolates that are apparently cannabis-infused out of his jeans and holding it out. "Yeah, I guess it's about time for another one..." he says, resting his butt onto the platform. It immediately fires up in a blaze of light, enveloping him completely. >[[The end of Caleb's tour]]

The screen is blurry at first, like a thousand tiny pinpricks of light. You're not sure what's going on, but a narration voice booms from the screen. (align: "=><=")[*Hiro, a consummate chocolate afficionado, was nevertheless delightedly surprised to find himself one of five members selected for a lucky tour of Wonka's magic chocolate factory. He could not have wanted it more.*] (if:!$hannahgone)["Whoa, what the heck is that voice?" asks Victoria with a snotty whine.](elseif:!$calebgone)["Why does god's voice sound so weird..." asks Caleb.](else:)[What is that voice, you wonder?] Wonka obliges with an answer. "Oh, just a bit of internal monologue for our intrepid tour-guest! Spices it up a bit for those watching, you see. Otherwise we wouldn't know exactly what they're thinking!" He's greeted with blank stares. Did he just say he can read what they're thinking? "Oh, no, no no no!" Wonka shakes his head furiously... but then nods. "Well, kind of. It's more like a.... heuristic, I suppose you might call it. We take our best guess at what someone of their body type and disposition might feel on a factory tour, and bring it to life! Well, virtual life, but I think you'll find it's actually quite realistic!" You're... not entirely sure what the ethical implications of all that are, but decide to just watch for now. (align: "=><=")[*The tubby young man -- the *very* tubby young man -- was perhaps the most obvious kind of person to end up on a tour of a chocolate factory. He ate at least a dozen bars of the stuff a day by his default nature, always longing to stuff his greedy belly. When the contest had started, he tripled that amount without hesitation. He would stop at nothing, break any rule, do whatever it took to satisfy his piggish hunger...*] That... doesn't really sound like the Hiro you've seen. Sure, he's absolutely a tubby guy, and he sure does love chocolate... but 'break any rule'? Is this the 'heuristic narration' Wonka was talking about? The blurriness of the screen begins to dissipate, revealing a backdrop you've seen before, albeit some time ago -- the chocolate room at the start of the tour, all decorated in candies and chocolates made to look like an actual forest. You see the scene in third person, with all *five* of the tour guests standing atop a staircase, waiting to descend. There's a Wonka figure on the screen that's a dead ringer for the real-life one, but the other guests are no one you have seen before. (align: "=><=")[*Hiro was starving already. His last chocolate bar was at least half an hour ago, and now all of this was right there in front of him. Only one tour guide stood in the way of him and confectionery bliss. Why was he talking so much? Why wouldn't he just let him eat? This was stupid!*] The digital Wonka hardly has time to say "So relax, my friends, and try a bite of my--" before Hiro waddles past him in a huff, his doughy belly bouncing with every step. "Well, someone's eager, hm...?" says the tour guide with a grin, but he makes no move to stop Hiro. "C-chocolate...!" The spare tire of Hiro's second chin bulges as his jaw hangs open. He totters his way into a grove of candied pecan trees, reaching for the many low-hanging fruits that he can shovel into his greedy jowls. (align: "=><=")[*Finally! Getting somewhere at last. Hiro knew immediately that he never wanted to leave this dream-like room, with its unlimited supply of every delicious treat he had ever imagined. Even if he *had* noticed how much fatter his belly was already starting to get, he surely didn't care.*] The Hiro on the screen was more piggish than you'd ever seen him, utterly destroying a path through the forest with little more than his greedy hands and belly. In short order, his middle was bulging out from beneath his shirt, a round curve of chocolate-packed pudge. "Just stay away from the chocolate river...!" you hear, somewhere out of the view of the screen. It's Wonka's voice... but whether Hiro registers it, you can't say. All you see is him continue to stuff his face, his turgid stomach swelling bigger with every mini-feast he reaches. (align: "=><=")[*It was never enough. Hiro never wanted to leave this magical place, never wanted to stop eating. Even getting full was an annoyance, though his belly dutifully stretched to contain all he packed into it. He needed more... needed... something...*] The view shifts cinematically, bringing into frame a massive river of molten chocolate, running through the room. It's just down the bank from where Hiro currently sits, wheezing and trying to catch his breath from the exhausting activity of eating his own weight in chocolate. "I-is that a... *hff*... r-river of chocolate...?" he mutters to himself. He tries to heave himself to his feet, but his fat belly fills up much of his lap, making it a challenge. He settles for rolling forward onto all fours, his gut big enough to tickle the sugar-grass beneath him, and begins shuffling towards the bank. (align: "=><=")[*The fat cow grazed on sugar grass as he went, just an appetizer to hold him on the brief journey to chocolate salvation. He heard what Wonka had said, but if truth be told, he could hardly find it in him to care.*] "Oh dear..." says Wonka on the screen, watching from a distance. It's echoed by the real Wonka, who watches with a look of rapt curiosity. You spy Hiro's real-life form out of the corner of your eye -- his belly wasn't riding up that far before, was it? "I must insist you not touch my chocolate! Please!" The digital Wonka hurriedly paces towards Hiro, just as he reaches the shores of the chocolate river. The crowd murmurs: *(cycling-link: "Holy crap, how did he get even FATTER?!", "Can he even stand up?", "He doesn't seem to hear anything... Probably got lard in his ears.")* But it's too late. Hiro picks up a handful of the stuff, and brings it to his lips. "It's... so delicioush..." (align: "=><=")[*No more rules. No more restraint. Just chocolate.*] He slurps it down, and you hear a moan of pleasure come from *both* the digital and the physical Hiro. >[[The end of Hiro's tour]]

The crowd mutters amongst themselves, watching the spectacle unfold just as you watch from outside. *(cycling-link:"Your nose has gone purple...", "Spit it out! It's doing something to your face!", "You know, serves her right. Smurf-ass idiot.", "Why is she still chewing...")* (align: "=><=")[*The crowd murmured amongst themselves, softly chastising Hannah's behavior. But, the eternal center-of-attention thought, what the hell do they know? I'm going to be the first person in the world to have a chewing-gum meal, and oh my *god* do I ever want more of this blueberry pie...*] The portions of the narration that feature Hannah's thoughts come out with *her* voice, giving it an eerie quality as it switches between voices. "Oh, shut up, and let me finish!" barks Hannah, blowing a quick bubble as if to show off. *(cycling-link:"No, seriously, it's spreading...!", "At least slow down, you spoiled cow.", "It's going down her neck!", "Why is she *still* chewing?!")* "It happens every time, they all become blueberries!" shouts Wonka, putting a fist to his mouth in pensive thought. (align: "=><=")[*Huh? What the hell does that even mean, 'they all become blueberries'? Hannah scowled at Wonka as she chewed. Still, the evidence was getting hard to ignore, and there was a sort of funny feeling in her belly...*] "What are you *talking* about?!" Hannah says it with more irritation than genuine confusion. Wonka remains ever aloof. "Oh, you'll see soon enough..." (align: "=><=")[*God, just let me chew this gum in peace. It's all I care about, anyway.*] The diva is about to fire off another smart-mouthed remark, but her hands go to her belly as she winces slightly. "Oooh... I feel... f-funny..." (align: "=><=")[*It's a sloshing feeling, something heavy and fluid. The pie? It has to be, but... It tastes so ''goooood''...*] As she recovers from the initial impact, you can see it there on the screen -- Hannah's belly swelling outward, her body now a rich blue color everywhere you can see. The thick red belt cuts into it, and it grows tighter and tighter as you watch. "W-what's happening...?" she says, showing just a hint of apprehension at last. (align: "=><=")[*What the hell is this? I'm actually... swelling up...?! Hannah grapples with the realization as her jaw accelerates. The idea of stopping then and there doesn't even enter into her thoughts.*] "She looks like a balloon..." says someone in the crowd. But that isn't what really shocks you -- no, that's what's happening in the real world. There, as she rests limply in her chair with her headset on, Hannah's belly is beginning to swell outward, just like on the screen. She's completely blue, as well -- hard to tell with her outfit and the headset, but you can see it on her chubbifying cheeks. Her chewing is more vigorous, as well, smacking away on her real-life gum, even as the digital stuff works its magic. Wonka (the real Wonka) notices your noticing, and... *winks?* "Very realistic simulation, you see. Shame that her 'perfect tour' is going this way... *terrible* shame..." he whispers to you. The narration begins to speak again. (align: "=><=")[*The disobedient little brat swelled wider and wider with every chew. At this rate, she was going to be absolutely enormous, Wonka could tell. He needed to hurry and get her somewhere she wouldn't cause such a mess, were the worst to happen.*] "Oh well, I'll get it right in the end..." says the virtual Wonka, pulling out a flute from his pocket and playing it. The sound summons not only the digital oompa-loompas, but real ones, as well.(if:!$victoriagone)[ "Well... I suppose I didn't really want one of these VR contraptions in any case..." says Victoria, declaring the grapes to be sour.] (align: "=><=")[*Hannah wasn't about to just take this. This was *her* moment, and *her* pie, and god help anyone who dared to ruin it with cryptic warnings and bizarre transformations. She was *never* going to stop chewing, not if she had any say in the matter.*] The narration sounds oddly certain of this fact. "What the hell did your gum do to me?!" she screeches, between open-mouthed chewing. "Fix this... *mmmm*... *now!*" "Oh, I'm afraid you're filling up with blueberry juice, my dear. Becoming a blueberry, as it were." He pokes the tip of his cane into Hannah's turgid belly, which is now deeply bisected by the belt. It gives way with a ''snap'', followed by a ''slrsh'' as her middle fills the space. Hannah loses her words for a moment, and just moans. (align: "=><=")[*It actually felt... really good. The flavor of the pie was only getting better, and despite her initial discomfort, there was something utterly electric going on everywhere her body stretched. Her belly was oh-so-sensitive, and her thighs sent tingles of raw pleasure up through her as she swelled.*] It's a bit... TMI, if you're being honest. But the narration is shameless, and you can do nothing but watch as Hannah swells outward. "B-but, I don't wanna... *oooh*..." Hannah's speaking becomes less coherent, but she still seems worried as she fidgets in place. Her arms are steadily being absorbed by her torso, her belly and hips swelling into a heavy, sloshing pear shape. "B-be a blueberry..." (align: "=><=")[*I just want to keep chewing this gum...*] "Well, you really ought to have thought about that sooner. I only hope you can hold together..." Wonka just shrugs. (align: "=><=")[*It's more than Hannah can take. Thoughts overwhelmed her: What's going to happen to me? Can it be reversed? Are they going to take the pie away...? C-can I have another piece...?*] "Just... *mmmm...* W-want more pie..." Hannah's voice is hot and breathy as her crotch inches towards the floor. *(cycling-link:"Holy crap, she's almost completely round...", "She looks... tight. Should we be worried about that...?", "She's... still chewing. Wow...")* (align: "=><=")[*Maybe they'll just let me keep chewing forever. That might be nice... Maybe they'll even let me keep doing my social media stuff. I could put the photos up and make an alt account. I could figure this out, this might work... Chewing and... chewing... mnfffmmmm...*] Hannah's eyes glaze over as you watch, her body steadily approaching a spherical shape. The digital outfit stretches perfectly to fit her, the collar around her neck looking like the frill of a blueberry. The oompa loompas close in, humming a song, but the narration continues to talk over it. (align: "=><=")[*God, it just tastes so good. It's the best blueberry pie I've ever tasted. I could chew it all day long... it's basically all I'm good for now, anyway, just a big fat blueberry cow, chewing and chewing and chewing and...*] In the real world, everyone's backed away from Hannah, who is now a taut 6-foot-wide sphere of juice, with a VR headset on top of her head. Her clothes have largely shredded, in stark contrast with her virtual appearance, but Hannah doesn't seem to mind. She just keeps on chewing. "Well, hmm..." Wonka hurriedly grabs a remote from his pocket, points it at the screen, and turns it off. Hannah, however, doesn't seem to respond. She's still in the VR world, you can tell, her jaw smushing against her swollen form as the oompa loompas carefully tip and roll her away from the group. They are careful not to knock the visor off, you notice. "Oh well, the mk2 still has a few more kinks to work out, I suppose!" Wonka turns to you and chuckles. It seems like more than *just* that, but... You look over at Hannah. She's literally lost in a world of pleasure, small rivulets of juice dribbling from her nether regions. "No time for anything else today, it's time for us to wrap up! Come along, come along... apologies, I only have the single visor!" Wonka half-skips across the room, looking as if things couldn't be better...(set:$hannahgone to true) >[[To the final room]]

Everyone quickly gathers around the bank of the river, drawn by the commotion. There's four tour guests and Wonka, all watching Hiro slurp up a handful of the forbidden chocolate. (align: "=><=")[*It was, simply, the best thing Hiro had ever tasted in his life. And he had tasted *many* things in his life. He could feel them watching, but he was past embarrassment now. Before he could even fully savor the first mouthful of the warm, sweet drink, he was greedily scooping up another with no delay.*] "No, no, no, this is not a good thing you do..." Wonka clucks his tongue, walking over to where Hiro is guzzling the chocolate from the bank. With his cane, he lifts the hefty sack of Hiro's belly, before letting it plop back down to the ground. "In its raw form, the appetite and caloric stimulants are far too catalytic! Far too catalytic indeed!" "*Nglp...* Sh-schocolate... *mnff...*" Hiro can only moan, and dive back in for his *third* handful. The catalytic nature of the chocolate does not seem to bother him at all. (align: "=><=")[*Don't care. Chocolate. Don't care. Chocolate. More more more. Chocolate...*] Your eyes go wide as Hiro doesn't bother with a fourth handful, but simply dunks his chins directly into the river and begins to guzzle straight from the source. The effects of it all are becoming clear even as you watch -- his belly no longer tickles the dirt, but rather presses firmly into it, bulging out past his sides like a sack of loose gelatin. *(cycling-link:"Well, that explains how he got even fatter...", "We seriously JUST got here, what the hell is this place?", "He is leaning WAY too far forward.")* You hear a guttural moan as the inevitable happens. Hiro reaches further and further out, looking as though he's practically trying to submerge his whole head in the river. But, while his burgeoning bulk on the bank provides a decent counterweight, it is no match for Hiro's greed. He falls into the river with a wet splash. (align: "=><=")[*Chocolate was everywhere. Chocolate was everything. Hiro only wanted more chocolate. Fears of consequences were miles behind him, somewhere back near the factory gates, and he willingly opened his mouth and drank as much as he possibly could. He could feel himself getting fatter and fatter, but what did he care? He was getting his magical chocolate factory tour, and that's all he ever wanted.*] "Oh dear... we'll need to clear out the river, restart the production lines..." The digital Wonka shakes his head, and the real one nods in agreement to the screen. They both play a small tune on a pan flute in near-perfect unison. It's unmistakable, now -- the meatspace Hiro is ballooning as you watch, filling up the chair and growing in time with the digital one. As oompa-loompas begin to file out on the screen, they also appear in the real world. They begin to sing a song about piggish stupidity, reckless hedonism, of eating as much as an elephant eats. Hiro hears almost none of it. He is totally preoccupied with his chocolate, as his belly folds down over his knees, descending rapidly into obvious immobility. *(cycling-link:"What's gonna happen to him?", "Don't just stand there, help him! He's drowning! Or... drinking...?", "...He can't drink it all, can he?", "He's heading right for the pipe...")* (align: "=><=")[*Pipe? Good, there was probably more chocolate in the pipe. Hiro knew that. Who cared how fat he got, as long as he got more chocolate? He would *beg* to be sent up the pipe, if he had any ability to speak at the moment, but he settled for desperate, hungry moaning instead.*] "Hmm... this wasn't quite how it was supposed to happen..." says the real-life Wonka, though to be frank it lacks severely in sincerity. Hiro looks like a giant marshmallow in a river of cocoa before long, his body a formless mass of excess lard that bobs in the chocolate. Still, you can see him greedily gulping down as much as he can, his face now ringed by a thick triplet of spare-tire chins. The real-life one rapidly outgrows his seat, and the oompa-loompas delicately transfer him to some form of wheeled cart -- the only way he's going to move in his current state, you realize. Hiro bobs closer and closer to the pipe, and soon disappears beneath the waves. This is rapidly followed by an audible **whump**, then by a white mass appearing inside the glass pipe. He's completely stuck, though the tube has to be eight feet or more in width.(if:!$torigone)[ Tori looks at the real-life Hiro and sighs. "Figures. No self control..."](elseif:!$hannahgone)[ "Wow, the whole damn tube..." says Hannah, looking visibly relieved that she was not chosen for this.] "I'm afraid it's rather unlikely he'll be out from that pipe before long..." The digital Wonka turns to their group and says in an apologetic tone. (align: "=><=")[*More chocolate. More being pumped in. Fuller, fatter, bigger, more...*] The narration is borderline incoherent, with both Hiros expanding faster and faster. The real-life Wonka takes his remote and clicks the screen off unceremoniously. "Ahaha, well, there's certainly still a few bugs to work out. Virtual reality is an emergent technology, and all that!" Hiro's twice as wide as he is tall, the VR headset still keeping him in his world of chocolate hedonism. There's a dopey grin on his cheek-piles as the oompa loompas cart his utterly immobile body away -- it doesn't look like he wants to rejoin the real tour, to say the least. "Afraid we can't stay long, though. Come along, come along... apologies, I only have the single visor!" Wonka half-skips across the room, looking as if things couldn't be better...(set:$hirogone to true) >[[To the final room]]

You wince as your eyes flutter open, the violent assault of sheer whiteness overpowering you. It's hard to get your bearings exactly, but it seems like you're still standing on the dais. Did it... work, you wonder, without being entirely sure what 'work' might mean. "Well, well, well... this ought to be interesting..." Wonka strides over to you... but he's... huge. He's easily ten times the height he was just seconds earlier, and... so is the dais, and... It doesn't take long for you to put the pieces together, despite your disorientation. You've been shrunken down, and are currently maybe six inches tall at a maximum. It's hard to tell without a clear reference point, but as Wonka approaches, you're fairly certain you could fit in his palm. It's a certainty that only solidifies as he lifts you up, and holds you by the scruff of your neck between two of his fingers. "Did you take something in there, with you? Hm?" he asks, sounding as genuinely curious as he is annoyed at your direct disobedience. You can't help but mutter an answer -- it was the chocolate from the river, just a handful. He puts a hand at his chin. "Everyone wants to touch my chocolate river... honestly, I should just put a cover on it..." he says, shaking his head slowly in disapproval. Aside from being the size of a small doll, you feel... fine. The chocolate handful *has* vanished though, and you're not sure where. You ask Wonka what might happen next, as you dangle from between his fingers. "Well, I'm so glad you asked *after* leaping into my extremely complex teleportation-slash-shrinking device!" He sounds as if he is actually glad you asked after leaping into his extremely complex teleportation-slash-shrinking device. "If past experience is any indication, in addition to the extreme reduction in size, there tends to be a sort of multiplicative size interaction between the secondary organic matter subsumed into the primary..." He trails off suddenly, as a smile spreads on his face. It makes your stomach turn, or at least you suddenly start to feel something strange down in your midsection... "Oh, you're starting!" he says, setting you down on the floor of the Wonkaivision room.(if:!$calebgone)[ "Whoa, they're like... blowing up..." says Caleb bluntly -- pardon the pun.](elseif:!$torigone)[ Tori's eyes go wide as she looks down at you. "Holy crap, are they... blowing up?"](else:)[ You look down at your upset stomach, and to your shock, you realize you are beginning to swell up.] Wonka nods. "The highly volatile nature of the unprocessed chocolate makes this one particularly interesting... with ordinary chocolate, it might stop at a potbelly, but I think you might go quite a bit further..." He reaches down and pokes your middle with a finger, and you are too taken aback by everything that's happening to stop him. Already your middle is a basketball of taut skin pulled around a stomach filled with warm, molten chocolate, and it is getting worse before it gets better. You're so small, the chocolate hardly has to multiply much at all to rob you of your former human shape. You try to push the chocolate back in, but it bulges out to your sides and rear, leaving you a low sloshy pear some half-foot off the ground.(if:!$victoriagone)[ "I wonder how much it would cost..." Victoria looks at you with eyes full of over-funded curiosity. "Factory property is not for sale, I'm afraid," says Wonka, making you squirm.](elseif:!$hannahgone)[ "Look at the little sloshy chocolate balloon!" Hannah shows no compunction about poking your turgid tummy, giggling as you totter backwards. Her finger is bigger than your head. "Please, I'll have to ask you not to play with factory property," says Wonka, making you squirm.](else:)[ "Oh, a strange accident to be sure, but your transformation will nevertheless make you valuable factory property..." says Wonka calmly, watching your transformation.] It's almost too much for you to take, and you try to waddle backwards on stumpy cone-legs as Wonka plays a tune on his flute. "...want you to roll the little balloon down to the holding rooms, at once please," you hear him say to one of the workers. You want to ask him what any of that means, but the fact that your feet are rapidly losing their ability to reach the ground at the same time distracts you. It's not long before you're as wide as you are tall, even if you aren't very tall at all. You can do little more than flap your hands and whimper as Wonka reaches down and lifts you up from the ground once more -- this time, he needs to use both hands. "Fascinating!" he says, shaking you slightly. The molten chocolate inside you sloshes from side to side, and you feel your body creak. "They're every bit as warm and full as if you'd fed them a dozen handfuls. Processing was inefficient at human-scale, but at micro-scale..." He turns you around, and inspects your middle, prodding you with a finger and seeing how much your belly gives. He grins as he sets you down. "Oh, the experiments we'll run on you...!" You want to cry for help, but the pressure inside you and the force of your own body against your chin makes it difficult. Not to mention, the oompa loompas have arrived, and they are quickly circling around you. (align: "=><=")[//Awfully small, six inches tall// //A helpless sloshy chocolate ball// //But not to fear, the help is here// //Prepared to roll this tiny sphere//] The workers, who once appeared so tiny, now tower above you as they close in. You try to waddle away, but you're little more than a ball with hands and feet at this point, and they easily tip you over on your side. Though they could surely easily carry you, they instead send you spinning side-over-side, gigantic figures whirling around you as you continue to swell. (align: "=><=")[//The factory is so much fun// //Even the shrinking ray-gun// //And now that you're all small and round// //We'll be keeping you around//] As you spin, the tightness inside you only seems to increase. Physical agitation and wasted time are not your friends, but it's all you have for now. You're soon growing even taller and wider than you already were, a tight ball of liquid chocolate spinning across the floor. (align: "=><=")[//But now we need to take our leave// //Give this blimp a small reprieve// //Though given time, they may, they might// //Swell right back up to their old height!//] The loompas gleefully spin you away from the group, and off the tour... CHOCOLATE MICRO BLIMP END

You wince as your eyes flutter open, the multiple levels of sheer whiteness overwhelming you. It's hard to get your bearings exactly, but it seems like you're still standing on the dais. Did it... work? You wonder, without being entirely sure what 'work' might mean. "Well, well, well... this ought to be interesting..." Wonka strides over to you... but he's... huge. He's easily ten times the height he was just seconds earlier, and... so is the dais, and... It doesn't take long for you to put the pieces together, despite your disorientation. You've been shrunken down, and are currently maybe six inches tall at a maximum. It's hard to tell without a clear reference point, but as Wonka approaches, you're fairly certain you could fit in his palm. It's a certainty that only solidifies as he lifts you up, and holds you by the scruff of your neck between two of his fingers. "Did you take something in there, with you? Hm?" he asks, sounding as genuinely curious as he is annoyed at your direct disobedience. You stammer out that, yes, it was actually, uh... You realize that he probably doesn't know you quietly turned on the machine back there. "Uh? I'm quite certain I don't have any 'Uh' in my factory. I have no doubt we'll find out just what you did before long, but it will likely help your resultant fate if you don't lie to my face, you know." His face is the picture of nonchalance. No point in lying. It was the gum from the inventing room, you say at last. As you do, you realize that there's something in your mouth -- something soft and pliable, yielding between your teeth, tasting of... of... Tomato soup. "Well well... it seems it didn't simply fuse with your body... very interesting..." Wonka sets you down, and takes a step back from your diminutive form. It's strange -- you're chewing the gum, yet you feel almost no intention to do so at all. It's like it's happening all on its own. Maybe it *did* merge with you in some way. Nevertheless, it's changing flavors already -- roast beef, you realize, your jaw working at the tiny little wad. It's normal-sized in comparison to you, at least... "Hm. Well, ordinarily I'd recommend you spit it out, but given your obvious intention to break my rules, well..." Wonka sighs. "I *suppose* we might find some use for you. I haven't had anyone of your diminutive dimensions test it... Though it's all *hopelessly* contaminated as an experiment..." Despite Wonka's chiding, your initial confusion and panic give way to a giddy joy. You wanted this, after all -- why else would you have so brazenly broken the rules, here in the last room of the factory? You literally leapt onto the platform for virtually no reason other than that you had this stick in your pocket. And the roast beef *is* delicious.(if:!$hannahgone)[ "...Wonder what it tastes like..." You *think* you hear Hannah say. It's hard to be sure with how huge and faraway she feels at your current size.] You smack, chomp, and gobble your way as fast as you can, just a six-inch tall miniature person, about to get to the dessert course. It's absurd, but it's what you got yourself into. Wait, why does your belly feel so full, and... what is that blue color on your hands...? "Oh dear... they've started sooner than expected..." Wonka shakes his head, but he's smiling. You squeak out a question -- what is happening to you? Why are you turning *blue*, of all things? The roast beef is still delicious on your tongue, and you smack away as you ask. "It seems you *did* merge with the gum in some *small* way!" He props himself up on his toes, suddenly much more animated -- whether it's because of your transformation, or pride at the pun he made, it's hard to say. "Normally the side effects don't start until well after the dessert course, but, hmm..." He inspects you from his towering vantage point. "Happens every time, they all become blueberries..." You look down, seeing the color spread out to your fingertips, but that isn't the only thing. Your belly is pushing steadily outwards, expanding with every chew, making it difficult to see how the color has already spread down to your feet as well.(if:!$hirogone)[ "S-smurf..." mumbles Hiro, though he blushes profusely as you glare back at him.](elseif:!$torigone)[ Tori shakes her head in disbelief. "What the hell kind of factory tour is this..."] You aren't sure what you expected when you leapt onto the platform, but you do know that you don't like the glint in Wonka's eyes. You turn and try to get away, even knowing that your miniature feet have no hope of keeping pace with an ordinary person's, but... you have to try...! "Oh no no no, we can't have you running off now..." Wonka scoops you up, and all of a sudden you're sitting on his palm, your azure tummy blimping out over your legs. You're beginning to feel like a tiny blue water balloon, more than a human being. "Fabulous, isn't it? I never considered that the Wonkavision might change the activation of the effects... with the proper recalculations... hmm..." He's looking right through you -- you are little more than a single failed experiment in a long line of them, your body steadily sloshing outward into the cup of his palm.(if:!$hannahgone)[ "Awww, look at them! They're so tiny!" Hannah giggles and pokes your belly, which is now half as wide as you are, preventing you from reaching a standing position. ](elseif:!$calebgone)[ "Whoa, either my vision's messed up or..." Caleb experimentally pokes your belly, which is now half as wide as you are. It's preventing you from standing. "This big blueberry is like, moving..."](else:)[ You're already nearly half as tall as you are wide, and it's showing no signs of stopping. Just how big are you going to get?] "Well, I think that's enough fun..." Wonka gently sets you down on the floor of the Wonkavision room, making you slosh back and forth as the fluids inside you rock this way and that. The chocolatier plays a tune on his pan flute. Your jaw still works mechanically at the gum, though it *still* produces nothing but roast beef and potatoes for you. You're beginning to dread the arrival of this dessert course. (if:$tourcount is not 0)[You look up at the towering figures of the rest of the tour, feeling both tiny and humongous as your sides balloon outwards.](else:)[Wonka stares down at you, making you feel both tiny and humongous as your sides balloon outwards.] You're so tiny, it takes very little to fill you up, and soon you're a foot-wide, foot-tall, sloshy little blue ball. What Wonka says to the oompa-loompa that arrives gives you little reason to relax. "Keep them near a juicer... we *might* be able to use the ones for ordinary-sized fruit... the watermelon extractors...?" You can only catch snippets, as at your height everyone is rather far away. "...Who knows how much juice the actual dessert course might make..." Your stomach churns as you try desperately to do something, anything. Your nether regions push against the floor, making your attempts at walking more into a sloshy water-balloon waddle. Not to worry, though -- the oompa-loompas are here, and they waste no time launching into a song. (align: "=><=")[//What on earth just were you thinking?// //What kind of weirdo's into shrinking?// //You've broken each and every rule// //It's time you left, you silly fool//] One of the workers lifts you up with both of their gloved hands, and you can now feel the pressure of your own insides. You whimper and flap your hands as another oompa loompa carefully removes your clothing, wipes you down, and generally tends to all the little details that you are now quite incapable of addressing. (align: "=><=")[//Such a lovely little fruit// //Clothing and locomotion moot// //You've got no sense or sanity// //Giving up humanity//] This is followed by them setting you back down, and sending you spinning across the floor. You're caught by another, keenly aware of how those once-diminutive loompas now tower above you. You barely come up to their knees, on those rare occasions when your spherical form is positioned upright. (align: "=><=")[//But we really shouldn't stay// //The dessert course is on the way// //It fills up those of any size// //With untold loads of berry pies//] Their tune begins to fade, and you see Wonka walking away from you(if:$tourcount is not 0)[, along with the remainder of the tour]. And... is the flavor of the gum starting to... change? Tastes like... blueberry pie...! BLUEBERRY MICRO BLIMP END

(if:!$torigone)["Well shit, even I can see that's probably a bad idea..." Tori cocks an eyebrow at the sudden turn of events on the screen.](elseif:!$hirogone)["E-everything she wants...?" Hiro looks around nervously. "I-it's just VR though, right...?"](else:)[*Everything* she wants? That seems like a decidedly bad thing for someone like Victoria to get.] "Fascinating, just fascinating..." The real Wonka stares intently at the screen, paying no mind to anything happening in the real world. "It seems her innate desires are overriding the safeguards..." You have no idea what he's talking about, but your thoughts are interrupted by more of the digital Victoria's screeching. "That one! That one too! Six of those!" She stabs her finger out left and right, her eyes shining with pure joy. It might be the closest thing Victoria gets to honest, unadulterated happiness. The virtual crowd murmurs at her impressive display of selfishness, however: *(cycling-link:"So what, he's just... giving all that to her?", "My god, what a spoiled brat...", "She can't even eat all that! ...Right?")* (align: "=><=")[*Finally! Finally someone in this godforsaken factory was listening to her, for once. She was getting the treatment she truly deserved, as the oompa loompas began lining up the decadent treats in front of her. So many treats... so rich... so expensive... and all for her... Something in Victoria's look changed. Something snapped. A subtle, a thin thread tying her to the real world. It was the only thing keeping her from attempting to satisfy every last one of the insane, overstimulated desires in her affluenza-afflicted mind.*] ...How much exactly does this VR machine know about her, anyway? Victoria's hands reach out, and grab directly at the massive row of confections before her. "Mine! All mine...!" she shouts, a demented grin spread across her face. You look over at the real one, sitting in the chair with her headset on -- she's smiling too. (align: "=><=")[*Pretensions of manners or etiquette were discarded immediately. She needed to have this -- it was ''hers'', after all. Where ordinarily she might have reached her limit, given her trim figure and history of strict self-control, she found herself able to eat more than she ever had before.*] (if:!$hannahgone)["Wait, is she just gonna eat all those cakes? How?" Hannah scowls at the screen. "I mean, I guess it's VR, but..."](else:)[Is she just going to... eat all that? Sure, it's VR, but...] "Oh, well, anything can happen in the factory!" Wonka looks proud at the objection. "For someone with such intensely-held desires as her, well... Hard to say just how far it could go..." Her desires have to be intense, indeed, for how ravenously the digital woman devours the cakes. Already an entire triple-layered creation, big enough to be a wedding cake, has vanished inside her. It shows, too -- her belly expands with fudgy cake goodness, straining against her designer dress, already the size of a pregnant woman's. (align: "=><=")[*She felt her stomach stretch to contain all of her own requested delights, but the spoiled debutante could hardly bring herself to care. She was going to eat every last one of these, no matter what!*] Well, if the narration was any indication, she at least knew what was going on. It was insane to watch -- a thin waif of a girl, eating her body mass in baked goods, and then some, all out of nowhere. She actually seemed to be speeding up. "*Mngff...* M-more... n-now...! *Hnglp...*" She was still pointing and demanding, while the cake began to turn to fat before your eyes. Victoria's body plumped up with her overindulgence, folds of fat bulging and drooping inside the tube of her dress. (if:!$hirogone)["H-how is she getting fat like that..." Hiro seems unusually fearful -- a bit too close to home, perhaps?](elseif:!$calebgone)["So... we finally see how the sausage is made..." says Caleb, eyeing the tight seams of Victoria's dress.](else:)[How is any of this even possible?] You can see her real-life body -- it would seem the reality is not *entirely* virtual, as Victoria's physical form swells in perfect time with her digital one. A palm-thick roll of chin fat blossoms beneath her jawline, as her belly swells and packs out the dress like a yeasty blob of dough. She has to be at least a hundred or two pounds heavier than she was just a couple minutes ago, as insane as that sounds. The virtual crowd is watching, too: *(cycling-link:"Holy crap, is that her SEVENTH cake? I lost track!", "She's about to split that dress...", "Girl, you need to stop...!")* "Oh, do shut up! All of you, shut up!" Victoria turns and barks an order, not waiting to check for compliance before dunking her face into a foot-wide tub of pudding. She lifts the bowl with arms that now sag with lard, and upends it into her mouth. (align: "=><=")[*So full, so much, having everything, nothing out of reach...*] You hear the sound: *Glp... Glp... Glp*... Victoria drains the container in a matter of seconds, and her dress finally gives way with an unceremonious shredding noise. Still, she finishes the entire thing, paying no mind to the fact that she is now partially nude. "More! I want... I want... Ice cream!" The flabby woman looks at the digital Wonka, a crazed look in her eyes. "All of it! Ten thousand tons! All the ice cream you have...!" The digital Wonka shakes his head... but does not look surprised. "As you wish..." He plays a tune on his flute, and whispers something to an oompa loompa. (align: "=><=")[*This was it! She would have anything she wanted in Wonka's factory, forever...!*] The oompa loompas circle her as a long tube snakes down from the ceiling. Victoria has to be five or six hundred pounds, and as the fat piles onto her frame from her tremendous overeating, she finally buckles and collapses into a heap of lard. Even this cannot cow her desires, though, as she still desperately howls for more, and reaches for the tube. The oompa loompas sing a song about neverending greed, overindulgence, and the dangers of not checking your own desires, but the main thing you notice is how Victoria's body reacts to having the tube put in. (align: "=><=")[*There was something... different about this ice cream. Victoria did not know it, but the contract she had so hastily signed had specified certain conditions to it. That is, she would get everything she wanted... but Wonka reserved the rights to manipulate those wants as he needed. And, as it turned out, Wonka rather needed a new holding tank for his ice cream churns. Regular steel wouldn't do, the container had to be organic, of course! That was the ''real'' reason he held this tou--*] The real Wonka is mashing a button on the remote furiously -- the narration falls silent for the moment. "Ahaha... please don't mind the narration, it gets a bit crazy...!" he says with a chuckle. Ordinarily, you might press him on it, but given what he is apparently capable of... you decide to let it go. Victoria, meanwhile, is looking less fat by the moment and more *round*. Her body swells outward as the oompa-loompas sing and dance, but she hardly seems to mind. She is a balloon on a spigot of pure rich cream, steadily abandoning her blobby shape for a round one. Her arms are forced upwards, and her legs spread apart as her torso swells. Oompa loompas in the real world show up, carefully positioning and orienting the real-world Victoria, as her transformation continues to mimic that of the virtual one. You notice they take care not to remove her headset. She's almost perfectly spherical, her body taut and round and full of cream. (align: "=><=")[*More... more... I want it... now...!*] Wonka -- the real Wonka -- finally turns the screen off. "Well... ahaha... it would seem the mk2 has a few issues..." He scratches his head, seeming genuinely flummoxed by what's just occurred. "Oh well, try again another time I suppose. Might have been better to pick someone with fewer deep-seated mental hangups, hm?" He heads towards the exit, apparently expecting you to follow. You have more questions than you know how to ask, but it seems it's time to move on. The demented grin is still on Victoria's swollen cheeks as you leave...(set:$victoriagone to true) >[[To the final room]]

The other members of the digital tour have taken notice of Wonka's conversation with Tori. *(cycling-link:"Hey, what are those drinks? I didn't see those in any of the fridges...", "Huh, didn't know she went for soda. Also... uh... was she always so... soft...?", "Does that say 'not ready for consumption' on the can?")* Tori's belly is going from pudgy to plump as she cracks open her second can, the arc deepening and bulging out from her torso. (align: "=><=")[*She had earned this, she reassured herself. Some people just wanted to give in, be lazy, chug soda, and generally do nothing all day, but not Tori. Well, she wanted all those things, naturally, but she couldn't let herself. She had to earn it first. That was what separated her from the rest, she told herself, as her belly continued to fatten and sag. The second soda tasted even better than the first.*] The digital Tori just chugs the second can, her gut now folding over her waistband where she sat. She looks down at it, pokes it experimentally... then shrugs. "Eh, water weight. I've earned this..." There's a faint sort of desperation in her look as she reaches for a third can. (if:!$calebgone)["This is making me thirsty, man..." Caleb stares at the screen with a vague sense of longing. You get the feeling he might be exactly the kind of person Tori's narrator-voice is complaining about. ](if:!$hannahgone)["Water weight..." Hannah rolls her eyes, scoffing at Tori's nonchalance. "You're blowing up like a fucking balloon, get a grip." Tori can't hear her, of course, but you know she would have taken offense if she had.](else:)[Huh. Tori doesn't strike you as the type to just write off a sudden addition to her waistline...] "Man, I gotta... *Hfwaourrrp...* get a supply of this stuff back at home, heh..." Tori lets out a belch, and rubs her gut as it peeks from beneath her tracksuit top. Tori has drained the third can in no time at all. Her gut is now resting firmly upon her thighs, and her jawline is looking softer besides. She's maybe fifty or sixty pounds heavier on the screen... And, you notice from the corner of your eye, her physical form is heavier as well. She's got a dopey grin on her face, and a few dozen extra pounds on her frame. It seems the reality she's experiencing isn't *entirely* virtual. Wonka notices your concern. "Oh, yes, unfortunate occurrence, that. Have to keep their forms in sync or there's just all *sorts* of issues, haha..." He waves his hand, and turns back to watching the screen. It's as if he doesn't notice the obvious insanity of it... and you don't feel like he would have much to offer even if you did press him on it. (align: "=><=")[*Man, it felt good to finally let go a little. So what if it added some mass? Mass was good. Skinny, chiseled musculature had never been her thing, anyway. And hey, if it happened to taste amazing, so much the better, she thought. Tori's brain was very good at giving her excuses.*] *(cycling-link:"Holy crap, she drank three of those in like two minutes!", "My god, you can watch the rolls form...", "Yeah, okay, it definitely says 'not ready for consumption' on every one of those cans.")* As Tori cracks open the fourth can, she addresses the peanut gallery. "Hey, you wanna say that to my... *Hffurrrp...* face, huh? Shut it!" she barks at the jeering group, quieting them. Her gut is steadily making its way to her thighs, and any hints of her former toned body are more or less totally swaddled in a thick coat of lard. Tori's a fat girl now, and only getting fatter as she upends yet another can. The digital Wonka doesn't seem entirely unconcerned, however. "I'm... very glad you're enjoying my products, but... ah... I feel I have some measure of due diligence incumbent upon me to inform you that the effects of this soda are--" "Oh, shut it, poindext-*UURRRRRRRP!*" Tori growls fiercely, making her budding second chin quiver. "Gimme another... *hffrrb...* dozen of these things, heh..." she says, reaching for the rest of the cans. (align: "=><=")[*More of this drink. I've earned it. Give it to me. God, I just want a fucking soda!*] Having silenced the last person there who could say much of anything, Tori takes the remaining 8 cans, rapidly pops the tab on every one of them, and lifts them as one unit, dumping the stuff right into her mouth. Fizzy splashes of it go down the swelling curve of her front, making a delta of bubbly rivulets over her full breasts and straining exercise outfit. The digital Wonka shrugs, and mumbles to himself in a voice loud enough to hear over the screen. "Even with the addictive properties, they usually don't fall for it *this* hard..." He plays a tune on his pipe whistle, summoning an oompa loompa. "Give her what she wants, hm? Though do try not to let her bully you," says Wonka to the worker.(if:!$hirogone)[ "W-what was that about addictive properties?" Hiro looks at the real Wonka, who flatly ignores him.] The crowd can only watch as Tori's growth picks up in pace. Soon she's even fatter than Hiro(if:!!$hirogone)[ was], with a gut that reaches almost to her knees and a butt like two sacks of bacon grease stuffed into her tracksuit pants. (align: "=><=")[*So what if she got big? It wasn't that big of a deal, anyway. All that dieting and crap, just to keep up appearances for everyone else... She wanted more to drink, and she didn't care what people said.*] Tori heaves herself to her feet -- it seems all her muscles aren't just for show, as she manages it with only some minor steadying, despite the now several hundred extra pounds of soft flesh that hang from her torso. She takes a few waddling steps, the silky tracksuit material rubbing between her thighs, and spies the approaching oompa loompas. "*Hfff...* F-Finally... Bringing me the soda I told you to, huh...?" She puts on a haughty tone, but there's beads of sweat on her brow. You can tell she's struggling. When one of them approaches her with a funnel in hand, Tori doesn't balk. She just smiles, and opens her mouth. The workers sing a song about brutish pride, self-restraint, and the dangers of pushing yourself too hard, all while dumping can after can of the fattening soda into Toriel's waiting maw. (align: "=><=")[*More. Bigger. Wanna get huge. Want more of this soda...*] The narration is growing less and less coherent as Tori pushes her way into morbid obesity, her knees buckling and sending her tumbling backwards onto her flabby behind. Still they continue to sing and dance around her, making her fatter and fatter. Her clothes begin to tear, thick loaves of fat finally overwhelming the nylon and splitting it all over. She has to be easily seven or eight hundred pounds, with her flesh constantly billowing outward on itself, an impossible volume of calories processing through her. In the real world, much the same event is playing out, to your shock. Real oompa loompas position Tori's fattening frame into a more comfortable position, with fifteen or twenty of them lifting her corpulent form onto some kind of wheeled platform. They take care not to remove the VR headset, and the grin on Tori's flabby cheek-piles is broad as ever. It's almost unthinkable that this was one of the most fit women you'd ever seen not half an hour ago(if:!!$toristuffed)[ -- well, minus the belly you gave her. Honestly, that was nothing compared to this... although... you *also* did this to her, so..]. "How's she going to get back to normal?" asks a particularly naive-sounding member of the group on the screen. The digital Wonka bounces excitedly at the question. "I'm afraid she won't! Lovely test subject she'll make, though... you rarely find ones so eager...!" "Well, that's enough of that!" says the real Wonka, hurriedly pressing a button on the remote that makes the screen go dark. "I'm afraid it looks like the mk2 still has a few issues to work out... my, she certainly had some interesting issues herself, though, didn't she? I only have the one headset, however, so that's enough for now. Best get a move on!" Without waiting for your response, or giving you any time to process the ethical implications of what just occurred, he hastily begins walking towards the exit.(set:$torigone to true) >[[To the final room]]

You wince as your eyes flutter open, the violent assault of sheer whiteness overpowering you. It's hard to get your bearings exactly, but it seems like you're still standing on the dais. Did it... work, you wonder, without being entirely sure what 'work' might mean. "Well, well, well... this ought to be interesting..." Wonka strides over to you... but he's... huge. He's easily ten times the height he was just seconds earlier, and... so is the dais, and... It doesn't take long for you to put the pieces together, despite your disorientation. You've been shrunken down, and are currently maybe six inches tall at a maximum. It's hard to tell without a clear reference point, but as Wonka approaches, you're fairly certain you could fit in his palm. It's a certainty that only solidifies as he lifts you up, and holds you by the scruff of your neck between two of his fingers. "Did you take something in there, with you? Hm?" he asks, sounding as genuinely curious as he is annoyed at your direct disobedience. You can't help but mutter an answer -- it was the chocolate chestnuts from the tasting room, just a handful. He looks a bit surprised. "Those things? Well, that shouldn't be an issue..." He continues to tilt his head in thought and stare at you, despite his reassurances. "I mean, they do have a rather high caloric content per mass, but it's really just the calo... oh..." 'Oh'? Why 'oh'? You ask Wonka why he suddenly stopped talking, your voice a squeaky falsetto. (if:!$hannahgone)["Because you're getting fat, duh!" says Hannah, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.](elseif:!$torigone and !$toristuffed)["No easy way to say this, but, uh..." Tori scratches her head. "Looks like you might be gaining in the horizontal dimension what you lost in the vertical..."](else:)[Your question is answered by your own body, however -- looking down, you see that your six-inch frame is significantly wider than you remember it being, proportionally. That is, you seem to be getting fat, right before your eyes.] "A bit of caloric material and a shrink ray walk into a bar..." Wonka chuckles, and pokes your belly. It sticks out, a little ball of pudge, and you can't do much to defend yourself. You waddle a few steps forward, uncomfortably aware of how each successive step becomes more difficult than the last. "It might only be a few dozen pounds on a normal-size person, but it would seem it's still a few dozen pounds on you, too. A tenfold reduction in a single dimension, but a hundredfold in volume! It's as if every pound had an extra two zeroes added! Fascinating..." Yes, it's just *fascinating* how you're, relativistically speaking, already practically half again your original shrunken size. You squirm in Wonka's fingers, begging to at least be put down so you can collect your wits. Wonka complies, though he watches you intently(if:$tourcount > 1)[, along with the rest of the the tour]. You're already the equivalent of a hundred pounds or so heavier than you were, with your hips forcing your arms at an angle and your belly folding over your waistband. With Wonka towering over you, you can't help but feel like you made a big mistake. What exactly was your aim with this, again? "I was thinking it might begin to slow, but that doesn't seem to be case now, does it....?" Wonka reaches down and pokes your turgid tummy with a finger. You squeak in protest, but your arms are already slow and encumbered by the residual effects of your chestnut-fusion. "Perhaps it's not *just* the chestnuts... perhaps the metabolic consumption of the original body is still ongoing? We'll have to run some tests, of course!" He whips out his pipe whistle, and plays a tune. 'Metabolic consumption of the original body'? What the hell does *that* mean? The blubber continues to pile on at alarming speed, your legs forced into a splayed position, and your neck vanishing beneath a sleeve of jiggling lard. Wonka helpfully scoops you up in his hand, which you now fill up. You can't tell how it looks, but you feel like a little water balloon stuffed with softened butter as you rock from side to side in the natural cup of his palm. "It means all the weight you had before you so hastily dashed into my mk1 is coming back, in addition to what comes from the chestnuts, my tubby *tiny* guest," he says with an ominous edge. *All* of it? *Plus* the chestnuts? You whimper as you feel your third chin force your jaw slightly upward, the fat running out of room on your diminutive form. "Oh, good, there you are..." Still holding you, Wonka turns to an oompa loompa who just arrived. "Take our little... er... well, not big... *medium?*... guest somewhere comfortable, if you could. I couldn't say exactly how large they'll get... but best get them a full-size stall to be safe, hm? I'm *so* curious to see how future caloric intake might affect them...!" You have no idea what he's talking about, but the panic begins to rise in you as he hands you over to the waiting worker. You feel like you must be four or five hundred pounds in relative terms, your belly pouring out over your thighs and your rear spreading out behind you. You *might* be able to stand... but not for much longer. Not that you have any chance to try, as the oompa loompa grabs you with both hands, holding you like the little ball of flab you've become.(if:!$calebgone)[ "I wonder what would happen, if..." Caleb's reddened eyes stare intently at you. You can hardly pierce the veil of his impenetrable psyche, but somehow, you know he's wondering whether you'd get twenty times as high if you were twenty times as small. You're certain of it.](elseif:!$hirogone)[ Hiro is blushing furiously as he watches your predicament. "W-well... at least they didn't really gain any weight, technically..." he mumbles to himself. It seems to bring him some consolation, though it offers you none.] The oompa loompa is joined by another before long, then another, as they begin to rhythmically pass you around. With every exchange of hands, you feel yourself fold a little more over their gloved hands, requiring just a bit more effort to hold you up. To make matters worse, they're starting to sing. (align: "=><=")[//All your weight turned into flab// //Too many jiggly rolls to grab// //So big, so fat, and yet so small// //Six inches wide, six inches tall!//] Their fingers poke and tease you as they hand you around, and you can really only feebly swat at them in protest. The blubber is making your limbs even slower, and while you can't weigh more than... *god*, sixty or seventy pounds at most, based on how they're carrying you, but it feels like a half-ton at your size. (align: "=><=")[//How much longer can we hold you?// //No real point to try and to scold you// //We'll take you somewhere you can sit// //You're huge-but-small, we think you'll fit!//] You feel their hands start to strain just a bit, and that's when two of them show up with a sort of palanquin/stretcher device. Is that... for you? You flab and whimper, your head now half-swallowed up by your fleshy chin-stack, but you've really got no say in the matter. If you were six times taller or six times skinnier, maybe -- but you aren't. They ease you onto the slab, and a team of two of them lift you. They're all facing away from the group, you notice -- it doesn't seem like you'll be seeing the end of this tour. (align: "=><=")[//Well, you're too fat for us to hold// //And much too flabby to be rolled// //Spoiled you, carried on high// //We've so much food for you to try!//] You're little more than a tiny little ball of flab, as they walk you off the tour for good. MICRO FATTY END

The laser above the first of the daises blasts out a pillar of light that engulfs the platform, completely obscuring Caleb from view. It ends only a second later, but Caleb is nowhere to be found. A commotion begins forming amongst the digital tour guests: *(cycling-link:"Where the hell did he go...?", "Oh my god, he's dead!", "No, look over on that other platform...!")* (align: "=><=")[*Everything was so bright, it might have hurt Caleb's head, were he not long since completely numb to any negative vibes. He opened his eyes, looked around...*] "Whoa... everything's huge now..." says a squeaky little Caleb from the other platform, as the screen zooms in on him. Wonka strides over and picks him up. "Well, that wasn't so bad! He's almost entirely unharmed!" says the chocolatier proudly, pinching Caleb by the scruff of his neck. He hardly seems to mind. "You call *that* unharmed?" shouts back one of the other digital tour guests. "Well... yes! If he'd been carrying any form of comestible... really anything edible, there could be some rather dire consequences for..." Wonka pauses suddenly, though, and looks at the six-inch-tall Caleb intently. (align: "=><=")[*What the hell was going on, Caleb couldn't say. He'd just been shrunken down to a tenth of his former height, though it was taking some time for what was left of his higher-order functions to piece together this reality. This was, of course, being made much more difficult by the rapid activation of the edibles he had just been fused with.*] "Hm... Well, this could be a challenge..." Wonka watches with a pensive look as Caleb's tiny belly begins to swell, even beyond its initial potbelly shape. "Was there anything... *in* those chocolates, my dear guest...?" "Uh, I mean... I think chocolate has like, cocoa butter, or something? I feel like I've heard the word 'cocoa butter' used..." Caleb's words become even less coherent as you watch. (align: "=><=")[*A body high like Caleb had never known washed over him, making every inch of his skin tingle. The fact that he was capable of speech at all was nothing short of a miracle, as his motives and anxieties and desires all collapsed into a single-minded thought: ''Relaaaax...''*] The digital Wonka shakes his head. "Oh dear, it seems the psychoactive components in his chocolates have taken effect, along with the calories... and with the size differential, this could get rather interesting..." He sets Caleb back down onto the floor, where the young man immediately plops backwards into a sitting position. His gut is swelling faster by the second, a thick roll of blubber that strains at his shirt buttons. "Are you seeing colors? Other dimensions, perhaps?" the tour guide asks, though he gets no response. *(cycling-link:"Can he even hear us?", "Looks like he's having a good time, at least...", "H-how big is he going to get?")* (align: "=><=")[*Caleb's mind was miles from all of the commotion. He was somewhere in a quiet living room, his bong on the coffee table, with a mess of snacks beside it. All it needed to be just perfect was...*] "Cool... giant TV..." mumbles Caleb, looking over at the screen for the mk2. He somehow manages to rise to his feet, struggling a bit with his flabbifying body, and begins to waddle in that direction. "Oh dear..." Wonka almost makes to grab the giga-blazed mini-stoner, but thinks better of it. He plays a tune on his pipe whistle. (align: "=><=")[*It was all he really wanted, anyway. Get good and stoned, watch some TV, enjoy some snacks... and repeat. And repeat, and repeat, and repeat...*] The TV is practically miles away at Caleb's size and girth. He's the normal-person equivalent of a couple hundred pounds, with a soft double chin and buttocks that fill out his pants. He barely seems to notice anything about himself, though, his eyes looking utterly fogged over as he shuffle-waddles towards the massive glowing screen. Out of the corner of your eye, you spy the real-life Caleb's form -- he's actually shrunken! The question of how this is possible seems almost pointless to ask, but sure enough, the VR helmet and all has shrunk to accommodate his new proportions, and he's steadily expanding out in the horizontal directions. At the least, his goofy grin tells you he's enjoying it... on *some* level. The digital Wonka is speaking to an oompa loompa. "Just... make him comfortable, keep him stable... it's unlikely he'll ever sober up, but we'll need to run some tests to be sure..." (if:!$hannahgone)["Did he just say he's never going to sober up?" Hannah can't resist making the obvious jab at the real Wonka.](elseif:!$hirogone)["I-is he gonna be that way forever...?" Hiro asks empathetically, sounding nervous.](else:)[Wait, did he just say he's never sobering up?] Your Wonka looks bothered by the line of questioning. "Well... yes, potentially... The mk2's modifications tend to be rather accurate to the simulated world, but..." He hems and haws, obviously not wanting to give an answer. "But look! They're... uh... doing something...!" he says excitedly, pointing at the screen. Caleb has barely made it a couple feet before the oompa loompas descend upon him. "Holy shit... it's an oompa loompa!" His bloodshot eyes go wide with understanding. "Just like that movie! We're... we're all in a movie, or like, a story or something...!" You have utterly no idea what he is talking about, but it's probably not in your best interest to listen to a six-inch-tall permablazed blob. (align: "=><=")[*If it was all fake anyway, might as well enjoy it. Caleb was ready to give in, ready to just relax...*] He falls on his duff, which is now more than big enough to cushion him. His arms are jiggly pillow-bags, and his shrunken clothes barely fit him any more. The oompa loompas quickly scoop him up, singing a song about indulgence run amok, and the dangers of addiction of all kinds. Still, they appear to be *feeding* him as they do so, setting him up on a tiny couch, and propping up his flabby body so that he can easily watch the screen. A stream of inane stoner-humor cartoons begins to play. (align: "=><=")[*Tiny, round, helpless, happy, stoned, forever...*] "Well, I think we've seen enough of this, hm...?" Wonka turns off the screen, and you look at Caleb. He's a six-inch-tall pyramid of fat, his hips filling up the tiny loveseat the real-world oompa loompas have procured for him. You can't see it beneath the now-miniature VR headset, but the sloppy smile on his cheeks tells you he's still lost in his own world. You have so many questions to ask Wonka, but he's already darting out the door, and you have no choice but to follow.(set:$calebgone to true) >[[To the final room]]

The final room is almost entirely anticlimactic. It's just a desk, some papers... it looks like any old study. Everyone else thanks Wonka for his time, and are making to leave... but he stops you. "So, everyone got through alright, hm?" he says. That's a weird way to put it, you think. "That girl with the gum seems like she might have enjoyed the inventing room. We certainly rushed through it..." he says, sounding almost wistful. You ask him what he's getting at -- you're ready to leave, after all. "Nothing, nothing..." he shakes his head. "I really thought you'd understand, is all. Anyway, good day to you, perhaps I'll see you again sometime!" That... seems unlikely, but given enough time, you guess anything might happen eventually. SAFE ENDING

Despite Wonka's ominous tone, the final room is almost entirely anticlimactic. It's just a desk, some papers... it looks like any old study. It's just you and him. "In a bit of a hurry, hm?" he says. What is he talking about? You have no idea what he's talking about. You definitely didn't intentionally knock off the other tour guests wherever it seemed like fun to do so, no-sirree... "So efficient! You must really *adore* the factory, hm?" He looks around the room, lets his words linger in the air. "But when you love something, you see, you need to take your time with it. You didn't even see the final room! It's not *just* about ironic humiliating endings, no?" You aren't sure you like where this is going. You definitely want to have no idea what he's talking about. "Someone so... *eager* deserves a special treatment, wouldn't you say...?" *Wonka plays a tune on his pipe whistle, and you hear footsteps...* HASTY ENDING

(set: _dummy to Wonka.storage.set())Well, you finally made it, but it's not what you expected. The 'final room' is almost entirely anticlimactic. It's just a desk, some papers... it looks like any old study. It's just you and him. "Congratulations! Congratulations!" The top-hatted chocolatier pats you on the back vigorously. Uh, sure, it's really great you were the only one who made it this far, you guess... "So efficient! So accurate! I *knew* I'd found someone who understands!" He seems almost... unhinged. "One of them in every room! Exactly according to plan!" You aren't sure you like where this is going. You didn't do all that... well, you didn't do *all* of that, at least... "Of course, of course! Accidents happen, that's part of the fun!" He dashes over, and rummages through one of his drawers. "Look, I know this is sudden, but... I want you to have this." You take what he offers you -- a shining golden key. It says "WONKA" in a curly font. You ask him what this is. "Oh, a key to the factory, of course! For the rest of your days and for this one device, you now have free reign of the factory's many doors and halls! No longer are you restricted to only going *forward*, you can now go *backwards* as well! But... the tour is over. You're confused, and you tell him so. Wonka has already lost interest, it seems. "Well, enjoy the tours! I'm sure you'll find many creative sorts of endings with that key...!" he says, skipping out of the room. The door he leaves through locks behind him, and you've got only the exit. But hey, you've got the key to the factory. Might be useful if you need to *back* out of any decisions. PERFECT ENDING (got KEY)

The final room is almost entirely anticlimactic. It's just a desk, some papers... it looks like any old study. The remaining members of the tour thank Wonka for his time, and are making to leave... but he stops you. "So, most of them got through alright, hm?" he says. That's a weird way to put it, you think. "Oh, just feels like there might have been some missed opportunities. Every room has a purpose, and all that." You... don't think you want to know what he's talking about. You bid him good day, and make to leave... To your surprise, he bids you good day. "Oh well, then... maybe another time. Always more secrets to uncover in the factory, don't you know!" SOME GUESTS ENDING