Flickering colorful neon lights illuminated through the evening sky from the sign of Slugworth Chocolates, LLC. The large factory was only working at half capacity since Wonka Inc started its production back up. Out of all the competing candies, Wonka has always been the worse; forcing buyers to sell and stocks to plummet. Making a once great industry, to a lower rival corporation that is about to go under. In the corporate side of the building, only one light remained on. It was in the top left corner of the head office of Mr. Artemis Slugworth himself.Â
Terrible yelling was heard from inside the head office. A large, fat man sat irritatingly behind a large desk full of papers and candy. âThe government wants me to sell the factory to them for a quarter of its worth. But Iâm not willing to give up on my life's worth.â Rubbing his pump bald scalp, 'What do you mean that no one will try. I need to know what Wonkasâ secrets are!'. Reaching under his fatty double chin, unhooked his small plaid-blue bowtie, and popped the first button on his shirt. His fatty face burned red with anger, as he adjusted his every bit of 600 pound body in the small, creaky office chair. He turned his small beady eyes at his two fat sons that stood nervously on the other side of the desk.Â
'Da... ah, sorry... Mr. Slugworth⌠itâs just that everyone⌠well, everyone is afraid', said the younger of the brothers. He looked down to his thick tattooed arms, and tugged on his tank top shirt, in a failed attempt, to cover the bottom of his oversized gut, as he tried to avoid his father's ireful gaze. The older, heavier brother sighed, 'What Adam is trying to say, Mr. Slugworth, is that no one understands what had happened with the Five from that... that Contest. Only four of them had ever returned, and none of them were... right.' Said the larger older brother pivoting from one leg to the other, as he grew tired of standing for an extended time.Â
Mr. Slugworth remembered about the time the factory came back alive about five years prior. Wonka held a contest where 5 young people had won a tour through the facility. However, one person and her father had fallen into some toxins that altered their bodies and made them continuously smell like rotten garbage. Another was stretched out with elongated proportions that didnât allow him to walk or move properly. The third turned blue and it is told she still has to wear tight clothing or she will swell up like a blueberry. While the fourth one slowly turned into dark fudge, and rumors have said his family ate him. The last one is said to have stayed inside with the owner. He should be about 18 or 19 years old now. They stated that they signed a contract that âdidnât allow them to talk about what was insideâ. But since that date, more rumors had circulated about tiny masculine men who were the only workers in the factory. Slugworth has sent a dozen people into that factory to learn its secrets. None had returned, and no one else wanted to go, not knowing what their final destiny would be from the mystical factory.Â
Slamming fists on the desk, scattering gumdrops and jelly beans around. 'Weak, the lot of them,' scooping up a handful of the candy and popping them into his mouth. Looking at his sons, thinking about how his late wife had spoiled those boys. Letting them do whatever they want. Have whatever they want. Eat whatever they want. She would hate for him to use them for the business, but he knew they would try harder than anyone else.Â
Grabbing more candy and popping it into his mouth he grinned. 'Do you boys know anyone else might be able to do what I ask?' Both boys looked at each other, not wanting to do it... but 'We could do it, Mr. Slugworth.' said the heavier boy. Adam didn't want to agree, however; this was the only way for their father to actually give them affection. 'Yes, we can do it.'Â
Smiling at them, 'that sounds like a good idea.' Shoving more candy in his mouth. 'You two know what to do.' Art and Adam looked at each other nervously. Turning around, they both left the office to gather supplies for the run.
They went into the storage units near the loading docks to gather supplies. Art knew what the others had taken on their run, and instructed Adam to grab some bags. Adam accidentally gathered up sackcloths from the left hand side of the door, not realizing that they had the Slugworth logo printed on them.
Artâs truck creaked as the two boys heaved their masses inside and traveled across the town to the quiet Wonka Factory. Wonkaâs factory looked deserted except for the smoke that bellowed from the stacks. Parking the car about a block away, the two tried to sneak to the plant while staying in the shadows. Making their way to the shipping dock bay, they pushed on the door as it slid open. Carefully, the two walked through the spotless shipping dock. Coming up to a side door revealed to be unlocked. Inside the rooms had an unsettling feeling like someone was watching them.
Inside the dimly lit area was a dark flowing river as the smell of chocolate was overpowering. A small catwalk was along the side going to several doors. Knowing what had happened to the one contestant, the two avoided tasting the river as they moved along the walkway to another door. âForest T-Aâ was written on the side of the door. Both Adam and Art knew that Forest was a safe place, and with a turn of the cold metal handle, walked inside. Adam saw a small patch of weeds by the door and, without hesitation, took a few of the tops and shoved them into his mouth. âFresh baked brownies, this has to be the place!â, Adam said with glee.Â
Button plants when pressed will grow several soft white bulbs around the circumference, after a moment start to puff up into fluffy, foamy leaves. Similar texture to whip cream, and just as sweet. Trees that look like they leak black fluid, with puffy marshmallow balls stuck on the tips of its limbs.Â
Three to five foot stems poked straight from the ground, with 6 to 7 clear bubbles in the ends. Many larger spheres laid on the ground appear to be filled with the candy grass, dirt, as well as other bubbles inside. Art plucked one of the sticky bubbles off and took a bite. It had a slight clean minty taste. It was very refreshing, as though âeatingâ water. Pulling off several more, he shoved them into the sack, and took three more for himself.
Among all the sweet smells of the sugary forest arose a pungent, salted meat smell. Adam pushed through the candy stick trees to a large willow tree. Pouring the remainder of the sweet cream down his throat he walked up to the tree, and saw that large sausages hung from the branches. Grabbing a sausage from a branch, he plucked it, and holding the warm plump meat in his hand it began to shrink up. Turning from a thick 8" long wurst to a stubby 2" link. 'Art, you have to check this out', Adam said, shoving the small piece in his mouth, and in two bites it was gone. The taste was amazing, like a fully cooked beer wurst.
âI thought he only made candy,â Adam said looking in amazement. Art took several and watched in amazement as the sausages would shrink up. Dropping them into his bag he popped one into his mouth, tasting the peppery, salty sausage flavor. Adam had eaten several before taking interest in some berries that sprung from vines wrapped around the tree trunk.Â
Adam looked around as everything was becoming brighter, confused, and walleyed; as if he was getting high. âArt, those weeds that tasted like brownies must have been edibles. Iâm getting high as fuck!â He said giggling. Art looked at him thinking he will need to grab some of those before they leave.Â
Art walked over toward some gumdrops and licorice twists when he heard a noise echo around the artificial forest. He could hear giggling and running from where they had entered into the forest. 'Weâve got to get the fuck out,' Art screamed as he ran passed Adam. Both brothers ran as fast as their obese bodies could cross the large candied fields, almost falling into a strawberry river, onto a thick chocolate bridge that almost gave way from their weight, and finally reaching another door. Art opened the door and both stepped to the other side, not knowing if this was going to be good or bad.Â
Stepping onto a small catwalk, the brothers walked as fast as they could to a sliding door on the other side of a chocolate river, into what looked like another shipping area. Adam ran to an office he thought was an exit, as Art ran to a door on the side of a loading wall away from the rolling conveyors. Stepping through he knew this was the exit as the door shut behind him. Adam made his way to the door as Art tried to open it, but with a loud click it was locked.Â
Adam looked at the door in confusion trying to wrap his mind over what was going on. He was feeling more stoned by the minute, and was having a hard time debating on the next course of action. Art, realizing that Adam was having a hard time understanding how a door knob works, panically said, âRun to the conveyor opening, Iâll pull you through to the outsideâ. Adam moved over to the conveyor belt, pulled himself on the rollers, and pulled himself to the opening. Art struggled to help his brother, barely able to reach finger tips. Adam was too big to fit through the opening of the loading window, and Art was too fat to reach his brother for any help to pull him to safety. They could hear the running come up behind Adam and then giggling. Adams' eyes widened as he felt tiny hands start to tug at his body and clothes. He was pulled back on the other side out of view of his brother. One moment Adam was there and the next he was gone. Seeing the small opening close and lock, Art felt defeated.Â
Art drove back to his father's plant. He didn't know what to say to his father, or if he should just keep driving to a new town. Maybe some food will help him think of what he needs to do. He stopped by MegaBurger, a late night burger place because he knew that he could get some food. Ordered his normal 2 triple cheese slams, family fries, and a 36oz strawberry shake. By the time he reached the window and got his food, his stomach was rumbling. He thought this was odd considering that he had just eaten a bunch of sweets. But he instinctively reached in the bag and grabbed a handful of fries and shoved them in his mouth with a hit of the cold shake. He needed this before giving his father the horrible news.Â
Adam felt stoned, more stoned than he had ever felt. Confused in the dim lights he looked down at several little men. They were all very similar to each other; having odd coloured hair, dark red skin, and chubby bodies. The little men giggled and spun him as he walked. Poking and grabbing at his stomach and chest, Adam stumbled forward and felt his shirt pulled off of him. He stumbled and nearly fell as he stepped out of his shoes. Being knocked down his shorts fell down, and before he realized it the strange dwarves had stripped him of his clothes. He reached under his flabby love handle and grabbed the sides of his tight underwear in a desperate attempt to not have them stripped and lost.Â
Led to a large dark room, the teasing, poking, and the giggling ceased. The lights flickered on as he stumbled around in a large white room with video cameras, tables with random items, carts with large vats, and over 20 of these little people stood around with the same sadistic smile. The room kept getting brighter as all the lights came on, nearly blinding Adams' sensitive vision. Several of the men pushed Adam back as he felt cold metal on his back. He then was being held by the small hands as he was reclined to a lying position. His arms and legs were separated out and held as a thick sticky ooze was pushed around his wrists and ankles. He smelled peppermint as the taffy hardened, not allowing him to move.Â
Adam was scared, but his buzz would not let up. He laid back with his eyes shut tightly trying to not think about where he was. He kept trying to focus on a strangeness in the crotch. It was like his balls started itching uncontrollable, making his dick throb inside his fat layers. His mind spun as he heard, âHello Slugworth, I'm so glad you are able to join us this evening.â Adam assumed that he was talking to him, turning his head to focus on a thin purple dressed man talking to a camera.Â
Mr. Slugworth sat at his desk waiting for some word from his sons. It was later than he hoped, knowing that he should be hearing something soon. He felt a sickness in his swollen gut as he glanced at his computer; he had received an email from [email protected]. Not sure what to expect he clicked the notification. The only thing that it contained was a link.Â
Hesitantly Slugworth double clicking the link initiates a secondary popup window. It was a bright room with several little men wearing strange outfits walking around. As the video paned the room, it stopped on a tall lanky man dressed in purple. Slugworth's ear piece activated as he saw Willy Wonka smile and say, âHello Slugworth, I'm so glad you are able to join us this evening.â
Slugworth focused on his nearly naked son stuck to a metal table behind his rival. He had not realized how obese Adam had become seeing him stretched out. He wondered worriedly why Wonka was showing him this, and what he had planned?
'I didn't know that it was you supplying me with individuals until we found this,' holding up a sack with âSlugworthâ printed on it. Slugworth felt enraged at his sons, as this was evidence that led back to him. This could ruin Slugworth Inc forever! 'I'm so happy that you sent me this specimen.' Wonka said as giggling was heard in the background. Slugworth had a mix of emotions; fear that he would lose his business, and anger that his sons had been dumb enough to be caught.
Wonka spun his cane and poked to the left side of the screen, as a question window populated displaying yes/no options. 'I have a question, it's simple, one that would be easy, answered by yes or no.' Wonka said, walking over to Adam and leaning on his stomach, slightly patting his gut. âYou donât have to answer right away, but we will need to know soon.â a clock of 300 seconds. Mr. Slugworth's eyes widened in fear and interest, as the time started to count down.
Adams' eyes were glassy as he tried to listen and comprehend what was happening. Wonka explained, âI have been working on a good tattoo remover for prisoners. You know, so they wonât have gang violence anymore. Well, ink will eventually dissolve in the human body over time. But it takes an extended period of time.â Wonka Holds up a marshmallow, âthen i thought, a marshmallow quad-druples in size in the microwave, causing the pores to open wide.â He exclaimed, âIf I could cause the same effect in a person, this would cause the pores to open and allow the ink to digest naturally into the human body, at an alarming rate.â Adam opened his mouth about time for a large marshmallow to be shoved inside. The same peppermint taffy was stretched over allowing him not to speak. He could feel the marshmallow try to dissolve in his mouth, slowly accepting the sweetness into his throat.Â
Adam tried to move as he could fill the friction of Wonkaâs gloved hand rub across his body. Moving from his chest, then across his stomach, and finally to his left thigh. Adam felt tugging on his undergarment and with a âsnipâ his last bit of dignity was removed. Wonka rubbed the slightly hairy lump of fat between Adamsâ legs. He then smoothly shoved his finger into Adams' fupa to feel for a tiny pecker that was now the size of half a pinky. Adamsâ toes clinched, feeling the itch and throbbing subside for just a moment. âYou ate the miniâcockâbrautz? I hope it wasnât more than 3. If you eat 3 within a 24 hour period, that will make the effects permanent.â Adam, thinking that Willy was being rude, then heard, âThe miniâcockâbrautz had been developed to fight sex offenders. The design was making the penis too small to be useful. Unfortunately, it only worked on the penis, and as it shrank the testicles would swell making the individual very sexually frustrated.â Willy said, as he patted Adams swollen sensitive balls, causing him to give a slight whimper.
As Wonk's words echoed in Adams' ears he could feel cold metal touch his skin on the sides, then his legs, and finally his hips near the area that his love handles hang. He felt heavier and thicker. More and more as he looked down and noticed his chest expanding. Adam tried to scream, but still chewed on the marshmallow inside his mouth, which was covered by sticky candy. Something strange also he could see, his skin was turning white.Â
âItâs so strange, to make their pores expand the body expands. Also, the body turns white, andâŚâ Wonka pulls as Adams chest hair that easily releases from its spot. âTheir hair comes out.â Adam is uneasy and moves as his skin keeps expanding. The small men grab at his hair pulling it out, as they laugh and joke about his body.Â
Art parked his car outside of his familyâs factory. He looked into the bag of fries, seeing a few left. He then reached into the bag for the last of the fries, he could feel them but then they slid from his fingers. Looking into the bag it was now empty. He didnât give it much thought as he exited the vehicle.Â
Walked into the factory entrance and hit the restroom first. He ran cold water on his face. Wiping it off with a paper towel, he looked himself in the mirror in disbelief. He would have to tell his dad about Adam. He walked over to the urinal, pulling down his pants. He didn't realize how much his âjunkâ was itching. Scratching his crotch, he pushed his underwear under his balls and pushed back his fat roll so he could piss. But his dick was still hiding from him. He dug around for a moment until he decided that it was just not worth it. He never wanted to be too fat for the urinal, but maybe it was just his nerves.Â
Walked into the toilet, pulled down his pants and just shoved his fat pad under the lid and let go. He was happy to relieve himself but he was still itching. Art scratched his balls, which felt larger for some reason. He stood up, cleaned himself off, and headed to his fathers office. He knew that it was time to explain to his father.Â
Mr Slugworth felt helpless as he watched as his son Artâs body expanded and ballooned out. He didnât know what would stop this madness, but that was Wonka. The man poked Adamâs body as tiny men jiggled his fat, and removed his hair. He also noticed all the tattoos on his son fade and disappear.Â
Mr Slugworth looked at the oversized mass on the screen, wondering what happened to his other son. Just as Art opened up his door and walked in. He was shocked, upset, and relieved that not both sons had been taken. Adam stood looking at his father. His father angrily looked at his son, and gestured to a chair that was by the door. Mr Slugworth looked back at the monitor, and selected a choice from the screen. This would be for the best.Â
Adam kept trying to move as he felt bigger and bigger. He looked down and watched his stomach balloon outward, making his oversized chest rest upon it. He could even see his cheeks and feel his double chin swell on his face. The small men pulled at his hair under his arm, chin, chest, stomach, arms, legs and crotch. He swallowed the marshmallow, thinking that would be enough of that problem, but then he started to feel his stomach get full. âOh, I hope you didnât swallow the marshmallow.â Wonda said with a smile. âIâve not had that done before, but you can be the first.âÂ
The older man looked at his monitor as a list of all the items that were consumed appeared on the screen. Slugworth sat back taking in the information, and looked at his son sitting across from him. He could feel his face go numb. As he looked back at Adam on the screen, Slugworth saw another yes/no question populate on the screen.Â
Adam started to feel the taffy being removed from his arms, legs, and mouth. The short men helped him sit up and he felt the stomach stretch out. He spread his legs as his stomach bubbled on his upper thighs. He looked at his arms, which were once covered in tattoos, now are just large, white, and porous. He was able to reach up to his chest and felt the difficulty putting his hands together. Toughing his nipples, they were the size of the palms of his hands and extremely sensitive. Wonka walked over to him, âWell, you look good.â Smiling, he rubbed his gloved finger across Adamâs sensitive nipple, and slightly squeezed it causing a small amount of thick white cream to order that he be taken to the forest.Â
Hearing more giggling, Adam could feel the table was being lowered and tilted to where his feet touched the floor. He stepped down with a loud thud, echoing throughout the room. He started to walk as his legs and feet began to hurt and ache. Within a few moments he was exhausted and could still feel his body bloat.Â
Adams legs ached from the weight as his thighs burned from rubbing together. He felt the bottom of his stomach being pushed by his knees. He thought he had walked to the other side of the plant, but it was just by one room. Walking through the doorway of the forested room, he saw that he was on the other side. He nearly passed out when one of the small men pushed him down in a gathering of marshmallow mushrooms.Â
Giggling and probing started again, as one of the little men started to suck on his tit. He felt thick cream push out, making his now pathetic cock twitch from under the layers of fat. Adams' balls ached as another dwarf sucked on his other nipple. He looked around and in horror noticed that Wonka stood over the top of him with a smile. âWelcome home.âÂ
Art reached into a mason jar for some gummies he grabbed a handful, but by the time he put them to his lips, they were gone. He was dumb founded and tried again with the same results. He gave up and walked back to the chair to let his father keep staring at the monitor. The chair fit tighter than it was a few moments ago. Art grabbed a piece of candy off the floor and watched it as his fingers absorbed it inside his skin. He did it again and noticed his fathers eyes watching this.Â
Mr Slugworth, looked at his eldest son, and clicked the mouse button. typed up an order then reached and turned off the computer monitor. He looked disappointed and smiled. âSo, I see shit happened. You donât have to tell me.â He said as he rocked his large body out of his chair. Standing up, his chair sounded angry as he picked up a few candies that sat on his desk. He walked behind his son, and put his hand full of candy to his upper arm. Art could feel something weird as his father watched the candy draw into Artsâ arm. âLets take a walk.â
The two large men waddled down the corridor as Mr. Slugworth explained that Adam was sold to Wonka. Art turned and looked at his father. âWhat⌠But thatâs your son?â Mr. Slugworth' s face burned red in anger. âI had to watch my âsonâ turn into a bloated, hairless, dickless marshmallow man!â He looked away, and kept walking into the plant area.Â
Art stopped to think about what was said. âKeep walking,â Mr. Slugworth said, walking across a second floor walkway of a loading dock. Turning around, âAt least I was given a deal for 25% of new candies to be developed by our factory.â which will keep me afloat.Â
âI told you both not to eat anything,â Mr. Slugworth announced angrily. Stepping back he ordered for a large crate to be brought over. âHe did offer a new deal, allowing for our company to become Wonka & Slugworth international division. Which, might I add, will cause me to become a millionaire.âÂ
Art looked at the crate of government sugar ration cookies. âFor unwrapped 1600 cal ration cookies? Surely he can make those himself?â He said as Mr. Slugworth opened up the protection gate.Â
âNo, for you!,â and with a hard shove Mr Slugworth pushed his son Art into the cookie filled crate. The soft cookies softened the large manâs fall, as Art tried to realize what was happening. He struggled to stay a float as he watched in horror his body soaking up the high calorie cookies. Knowing that there is no way to get away from them. He called out to his father, Mr. Slugworth looked down on him in disgust. âThis is for my own good, you both have been a big disappointment to me. Now you can be someone elseâs bigger disappointment.â The large older man said, ordering the lid is set down on top of the crate muffling Artsâ screams for help. The few workers did what was asked, without question.Â
In complete darkness he could slowly feel his body getting bigger. Art struggled to pull at his tightening clothes within the confines of the box. He wiggled and pushed at his shorts as they partially slid down his upper thighs. However, his briefs had become so tight that he was unable to budge them. He also noticed that the cookie, which had come up to his mouth, had now lowered to his shoulders as his body absorbed them at an alarming rate.Â
As he continued to swell, Art felt his tanktop ascend up his expanding stomach and under his ballooning chest. Becoming more uncomfortable as his underwear's elastic pop forcing them to move under his growing fupa and his broadening ass. His shoes tightened as his feet inflated without a way to escape. The crate kept jostling back and forth as his shorts caught around his knees and forced the bloated man from completely standing up the sea of cookies. Art realized this would be his coffin.Â
Moving his swollen arms he could feel that the rations now came up to his chest. He pulled at his tank top that was wrapped uncomfortably inside the creases of his fattening body. The arm holes had stretched around and under his flabby chest, and under the large lumps of lard on his back. Art pulled at the cloth until he felt it give way. By that time the cookies now came up to his massive stomach he felt expand out further than he could reach.Â
After several moments, Art realized that the crate had stopped moving. Suddenly the top was opened, blinding him for a moment until his eyes could adjust. The sides also had been lowered leaving Art sitting on a wooden pallet. His pudgy legs are mostly hidden underneath his expansive gut that stretched beyond his arms and his legs. His arms had a pillow look as they appeared to try to engulf his plump hands. Three little men ran up to him giggling as they removed his shoes, socks, and shorts. Tattered pieces of his clothes as he was defenseless to hide his humiliation. âPlease, I didnât mean too⌠our dad.â
Willy walked over to Art and held out mini sausage, âI noticed you only ate 2 of these, and there is still time to eat the third!â Art didnât understand as he looked at Wonka's smile and all he could hear was the small men giggling.Â
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