An Uneventful Tour 2.0

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Disclaimer: This is going to get a little explicit, so if you’re underage or are in any way not okay with that, go ahead and exit out of this. This story will also feature a large amount of kinks and bad-ends. All characters involved are over 18. By playing, you agree that you are legally allowed to view this content. Welcome to An Uneventful Tour 2.0! If you're interested in what's new, the [[Changelog is here!|Changelog]] I'd like the full [[Intro]] Have you been through this before? Click this link for a [[Quick Start]] If you're the type that can't stand any particular fetish, feel free to click [[Here|Spoiler Warning]] to turn on Spoiler mode. This will provide a list of kinks before any particular bad end so you can avoid it if you don't like it! This will not impact anything else, so feel free to turn it on. (set: $tv to 1) (set: $bakery to 1) (set: $sexy to 1) (set: $jeff to 1) (set: $richard to 1) (set: $veronica to 1) (set: $melanie to 1) (set: $rooms to 0) (set: $farm to 1)

You send in the signed contract and in exchange get tickets to the factory! A limo comes to the airport and takes you towards the factory. There’s all sorts of wonka products inside free to snack on as you make your way there. It isn’t too long before you’re outside of the factory proper. The factory itself looks massive and worryingly utilitarian. It was huge, lots of blocky concrete on the outside. There were 4 other limos there, and as yours drives up, the front doors start to open. Do you bother looking around and talking with [[The Others]], or [[just go for it?|Incoming Wonka]]

Go right to the [[Candy Gardens]] Go right to [[The Backstage Intro]] A reminder for the characters: (text-style: "bold")[Richard]: Male, They’re a Jock, rather athletic and obviously horny for anything that moves and anything with boobs. (text-style: "bold")[Jeff]: Male, Stoner, Just picture Shaggy and you’re not too far out, and while they aren’t high right now, they Are hungry. (text-style: "bold")[Veronica]: Female, They’re Rich! Constantly uses ‘Daddy’s money’ to try and buy whatever she wants. Also wants to be #instagramfamous. (That’s a thing, right?) (text-style: "bold")[Melanie]: Female, Total nerdy girl, she’s very excitable, and very into Science, really happy to be going into the factory (set: $name to (prompt: "What's your name?", "Devon")) (if: $name is "TheCandyMan")[ [[I see you're a man of culture as well!|Winner Bonus]] ]

Melanie was the first one out. She was wearing an oversized sweater patterned after the Wonka brand candy wrappers. She was filling it out, a little chubby, but with an impressive set of breasts to balance it out. Admittedly the sweater was very colorful, and a little tacky, working well with the black librarian-style skirt she had. She was carrying a purse that was styled similarly to her sweater, obviously purchased at the same place. She was very excited and walked over, starting to chat about ‘Sugar ratios’ and some stuff she must have looked up in preparation for the trip. It was pretty obvious she was a bit more of a nerd then the others. Veronica was next. She had on a full fur coat, and had an immaculate set of makeup on. She looked at the factory and flinched, deciding to take a selfie with the sky in the background. She walked over to the gates as well, not paying attention to anything but herself. “Can’t believe that they didn’t even send a private plane, had to settle for first class…” groaning and muttering curses. She was your average rich bitch style girl, looking like she wasn't there for good reasons... Richard was the next one out, as he walks up. He was certainly fit, wearing a large jersey of the New-Pork Revolutionaries, his hometown team, and some jeans. He didn’t seem totally interested as well, but he at least seemed a little more interested. He was just quietly waiting for the doors, yawning some. He was fairly muscled, and seemed like your stereotypical jock. Jeff was the last one out of the limos, and it was easy to see why. He was a little chubby, stretching with a deep yawn. He had on a large t-shirt and some sweatpants, looking Very comfortable, he even had a few stains on the edge of the shirt, obviously from the chocolate in the car. He seemed a little out of it, still listening to music from his phone, as he got up to the group. He looked like a stereotypical stoner, complete with a dopey grin Jeff smiled as he looked up and gave a short whistle "Hey you guys, [[Incoming|Incoming Wonka]]!"

Wonka smiles as he opens the massive doors of his factory, confetti shooting out and all kinds of colors blasting out and coloring the bleak landscape, making the formerly normal enough grassy yard look like it was the aftermath of a paintball fight or something, fantastical neon colors everywhere. “So nice to meet you everyone! It’s so good to see folks taking an interest in the factory, and you five are my chosen few! Anyways, come come. I’ve got your contracts, and i’ve got everything prepared! Let’s go!” smiling, he waves an arm and ushers you into the factory, through a grandiose hallway. “Go ahead and leave your coats, accessories, purses and such here, I promise no-one will even touch them.” After a few grumbles, they agreed, letting them flop on nearby couches before moving forward. At the end were very ornate doors, leading onwards to a [[very fantastical room.|Candy Gardens]]

You step into a large magical looking candy garden, except this time, it’s meant to look like a garden in the middle of a city. There’s fake buildings on the walls, and a number of different places to look at. There’s plenty of different crops growing, all of which seemed to be spinoffs and take-offs on wonka candies and even more magical things. It was truly a technicolor wonder, a large chocolate river going through the middle, and enough verticality to allow everyone their own area. The others have already scattered, going out to explore, but as you stood there, you could see a bit of where they left off, for you to follow. You can see [[Veronica|CG-Veronica]] going closer to a small room, looking in amusement at a selection of fancy draperies on the outside of what looked like a former greenhouse. [[Richard|CG-Richard]] seemed to be just over a hill, going towards a group of balls. [[Jeff|CG-Jeff]] was going towards a group of construction equipment, smelling vaguely of gingerbread, and [[Melanie|CG-Melanie]] was currently next to wonka, talking while in some vines. There was also a small walkway that seemed to lead down into a smaller workshop if you want to see [[where it goes.|CG-Player]] Ominously enough, there seemed to be a panel open, it was off to the side, so easy to miss that you could [[Investigate|CG-Backstage]]

Going close, you were able to peek in and get a good look at what was inside. A massive altar was on the other end of the room, with cushions instead of chairs facing it. The tapestries looked very polka-dotty, rich golds and blues and browns coloring the dots over the tapestries. You could also see Veronica looking around a rather nice looking altar. She seemed to be checking it out for traps. You could go over and [[check it out yourself|CG-Veronica End]], or you could [[Leave|Candy Gardens]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: Veronica gets turned into a berry. Berry Inflation, Sphereification, Slight Juicing, mentions of sex. ]

Richard was assuming he was alone, as he takes a look at the nearby fruits. It seemed to be something more experimental, looking like a pair of breasts held in place by a nipple chain, entirely un-natural, but then again it was a candy garden. He still hasn’t seen you, you could easily [[startle him just for a laugh|CG-Richard End]] or you could [[Leave|Candy Gardens]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: Richard's cock and balls get turned into a cream production plant. Cock and Ball growth, slight cum inflation, constant orgasmic bliss.]

Seeing the chubby stoner head towards a moderately sized construction site was more then a little odd. Following along, he notices and smiles. On asking why he was moving towards a very busy place, one that even had a bit of caution tape around it, he answers “Wonka chocolate gingerbread is like my Faaavorite and i haven’t had it for months!” as he gets even closer. He seemed almost… protective of it, but you could try and get into his good graces. Wanna tell him [[how much you like it|CG-Jeff End]]? Or would you rather just [[back away and let him nibble?|Candy Gardens]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: Jeff gets filled with chocolate cement. Huge stomach growth, slight statufication, 'cement' inflation]

Melanie would already be studying a melon, having broken it open and exposed the sugary looking flesh inside. “Look it’s even made of candy! The seeds Can’t be bad for you! They don’t even work!” “And I keep saying it’s proprietary! Just trust me.” The argument seemed to be going back and forth, Wonka nearly winning out on convincing her not to eat the seeds, and Melanie’s respect for authority figures clashing with her scientific mind. If you let it play out, it would probably peter out into nothing, but you could [[agree with her.|CG-Melanie End]] She seems the type to do something Drastic after all… You could also tell Wonka you’re getting bored of the room. He’d probably be okay with heading out… [[however you do that from here.|CG - Wonka]] Or of course you could just [[Go Back|Candy Gardens]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: Melanie gets turned into a candy Watermelon. Fruit inflation, large growth, pressurization.]

The path leading away from the others was rather interesting. It took only a little bit for the path to branch around, and it was easy to see a fair bit of chocolate dirt scattered around, some stuff smeared on the walls from where some of the candy plants had brushed against them. It was obviously a worker hallway, but it was deserted for the moment. Currently, it all lead towards a large room, door mostly open as it read in a stylized font: (text-style: "bold")[BUNNIES AND RABBITS AND EGGS, OH MY!: A CHOCOLATE EASTER EXPERIENCE] It was obviously an attempt at making an attraction for the tour that didn’t seem to go too well. Stepping inside, you could see what looked like a rollercoaster seat with a flashing screen, simply saying “Strap yourself in!” in a cutesy font. You could [[do so, and strap yourself in|CG-Player End]] or [[go back to the gardens|Candy Gardens]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: You get melted into a chocolate bunny, filled back up, and put up as a decoration. None of the answer choices change this. Melting, slight petrification, inflation, pear shaped growth]

$name stepped forward to try and ask her about the orb, but seeing them approach, she lunged forward and grabbed it, “Hah! Mine! Finders keepers!” she says, holding it to her chest. A few looompahs started appearing, including one opening a wall panel to do so, a very important looking one in a tall looking pink gumdrop, covered in sugar sparkles. Veronica looked a bit aghast until most of them started to kneel, bowing towards her with the idol in obvious worship. She seems very pleased with herself… and then the priest turns to you with a wink. It distracted you enough that when you heard a shattering, it startled you. Looking back over, you could see why Veronica had dropped it, her stomach was swollen out massively, the size of a 9-months pregnant woman, her dress still pristine, even if it was starting to strain at the stitches. “N-no! This can’t be...Th-this can’t be happening! That was your god, r-right? This isn’t supposed to be happening!” Veronica says, starting to drool a bit of blue, wincing as it was easy to see trailed down the front of her now nearly skin-tight dress. The priest smiles, “Silly girl… We worship the filling, not the husk! [[That would be Ridiculous!|CG- Veronica End 2]]

Melanie seems encouraged by your support, even though she probably shouldn’t be. “See! $name knows it too! You’re just ignorant!” It was like an exclamation point that she started to really go to town on the sugary watermelon, pressing in with her hands to get it open with a loud cracking sound, pointedly taking a huge bite right at the biggest concentration of seeds, easily getting a dozen into her mouth and swallowing, sticking her tongue out as if that would prove anything. Wonka simply sighs, grabbing $name by the hand and tugging him back a bit, “We’re going to need some room for this…” he says as Melanie clutches at her stomach. The sudden growth seemed to catch Melanie off guard entirely, forcing her shirt to split, exposing a belly as deep green as the melon she had broken open and ate. “W-wonka, this isn’t...Wh-why didn’t..” as her stomach bulges out further, now looking heavily misshapen as two similar lumps sat side by side, looking like peas in a pod. “If you’ll notice, I did try to warn you. It’s not my fault that you refused to listen. Now, I’d be careful. Best case scenario, all those melons stay whole inside of you. If they don’t, we might have bigger pro-” only to hear the cracking sound again, muted this time as it happened inside her belly. Melanie looked instantly more concerned, but wonka simply shook his head. “Just try to ride it out.” He warns, as Melanie’s belly button suddenly pops into an outie, looking like [[a curly stem|CG-Melanie End 2]]

$name smiles as he recalls the holiday classic. He tells Jeff about how much you enjoy decorating it and eventually eating it. Despite thinking you were getting some good memories together or connecting with him, Jeff looked worryingly jealous. “Well you aren’t gonna get to them before me! There ain’t enough for two of us!” Before you could argue that you weren’t going to, he had busted through the caution tape and ran through the inside, taking massive bites of the building pieces nearby. It was a little too loud for you to warn him about the machine approaching, labeled “Choco-Fixer”. He would still be moving around and taking cheek filling bites when he saw the ‘Fixer’, “Finally! That Choco-Cement is the best!” going over right to it and putting his mouth on the output hose, trying to suck some of it right from the tap while the machine processed. Before you could think to ask or warn him that it might not be smart, Wonka spoke up from where he had come behind you. “You know, when I got a warning that there were structural integrity problems developing here, I wasn’t expecting this… Unfortunately, I think it might see Him as in need of repairs. Jeff was loving the taste at first, even if the flow was a bit too much for him, a bit leaking over his lips, getting the hose he was sucking on a little bit messy with the ‘Choco-Cement’. It was then that you could see it drying, setting up near instantly. Jeff had finally gotten his fill and tried to pull back, but the stuff wasn’t really called ‘Choco-Cement’ for nothing! He would whine and look over at Wonka, the pull making the filler start to give out ominous clanking noises. “Look, It’ll run out soon, just let it happen and we’ll explore where you’re at [[once you’re done!”|CG-Jeff End 2]]

Richard seems… well, a little odd sitting among the fruits, and $name decided to just go over and yell for a laugh, just to see him startle. “WHATCHA DOIN?” $name called out, enough to make him stumble forward and shove the odd looking fruits into his mouth, the white whipped cream spurting from his lips. It was a bit funny to see him dribbling it, looking so panicked. The surprise only heightened when $name heard Wonka’s voice from right behind them, “You know you’re only supposed to just have the cream, not the whole plant. I even put it on a sign to warn folks. It really doesn’t have great effects.” It was a bit worrying to hear, but Richard seemed entirely unfazed, trying to keep his back to both of you, even as he spits out the last bits of cream, “D-didn’t see that! What’s it supposed to do… Nothing bad, right?” “Oh, no no, nothing too bad for you.” Wonka confirms, watching Richard slump in relief only to freeze as Wonka continued “After All, you’ll be having an absolute blast soon. Thank goodness Melanie and Veronica aren’t here. They’d be scandalized.” it was incredibly odd to see when Richard turned around and [[his balls were thick enough to fill his gym shorts and only growing from there!|CG-Richard End 2]]

(set: $rooms to it + 1) Wonka lets loose a weird sounding whistle. The two tones of it seemed to be summoning up something, and before the group could do much more, it was next to them. The massive glass elevator was huge, and rather nice. Wonka smiles as he ushers the group in, “Come on now, the next room awaits!” Of course he’s so busy with them that you could just reach out and touch a button. Each one seems to be labeled and styled, and all look fun! The only question is, which one? { (if: $bakery is 1 and $rooms is not 4)[ [[The one shaped like a pie. You could swear it even had a little squish to it...|The Bakery]] ] (if: $sexy is 1 and $rooms is not 4)[ [[The one that looks a bit like a pussy...|The Sexy Room]] ] (if: $tv is 1 and $rooms is not 4)[ [[The one that seemed to be flickering between static, a test pattern, and a television|The Tv Room]] ] (if: $farm is 1 and $rooms is not 4)[[[The one that has a little stylized barn on it|The Farm Room]]] (if: $rooms is 4)[ [[Before you can, Wonka takes command and presses the button for his office.|Wonka Ending]] ] } (if: $cheat is 1)[ (set: $jeff to 1) (set: $richard to 1) (set: $veronica to 1) (set: $melanie to 1) ]

(set: $bakery to 0) The elevator landed and immediately the scent of baked goods filled the air. Opening the door, the smell intensified. Everyone in the elevator sniffed deeply, and Wonka in particular seemed entirely too satisfied with it. “This is our bakery room. Feel free to go explore!” The whole thing looked like what they expected a television studio kitchen to look like, lots of open space and cool gadgets around. The odd thing was, truly massive machines were on top, seeming to be so they could mimic the actions of anyone below them. There were also a few shelves of pre-made goodies, and a large light-up cookbook that seemed to show a few goodies. Wonka himself was busying himself by studying a recipe, more then willing to just let you all explore. [[Need to tell him something?|Bakery - Wonka]] (if: $melanie is 1)[ Melanie looks very interested in some of the more intricate gadgets in the preparation area. Right inside really… [[Shame if something were to happen.|Bakery - Melanie]] ] (if: $richard is 1)[ Richard seemed relatively disinterested in the room. You could hear him muttering about ‘making weight’ and carbs ] (If: $veronica is 1)[ Veronica seemed a little interested in some of the cuter bits of food, obviously trying to figure out names so she could find them later. She was pretty close to [[the preparation area|Bakery - Veronica]] ] (If: $jeff is 1)[ Jeff was near the side of the testing area, chewing thoughtfully on a pastry. Less fortunately for him, he was standing in some sort of warning area below where a pastry would come out of the oven, [[And you could see the tablet controlling it|Bakery - Jeff]] ]

(set: $tv to 0) While the other rooms tended towards a smell or a theme, this one was the only one that seemed to be entirely technologically oriented first and foremost. The walls and floors were a pure stark white, with the machines being the only splashes of color around. “This is the television room. We had a bit of an interesting mixup the first time, and we’ve kept that out to the side. We call that the Fun-Size….side. I know, the pun could be better.” Wonka gets a phone call, standing to the side, chatting away. [[Interrupt him?|TV-Wonka]] You could see a mostly left alone computer connected to a prototype. "Wanna take a look at [[our old commercials?|Tv-Player]] (If: $veronica is 1)[ A computer stood on a large stand, and Veronica looked entirely impatient. [[Go ask what’s wrong?|TV - Veronica]] ] (If: $richard is 1)[ A television stood nearby, showing a few sporting highlights. There was an intricate console nearby, and Richard looked like he wanted to try and figure it out. You could [[Go and help|Tv-Richard]] ] (If: $jeff is 1)[ Jeff’s looking at the funsized machine curiously. He seems pretty okay with just the look of it however, rather then messing with things.] (If: $melanie is 1)[ Melanie is totally engrossed in just reading over some manuals near the elevator, totally unconcerned to everything going on. ]

As the elevator lands, things seem a bit… well, Furry! The walls, the floor, all of the nearby area was covered in fake fur, and there were a few different paths into the room. There was a particularly luxurious path that was seemingly made to lead to some squirrels working in a small sectioned off area. (If: $veronica is 1)[ You can see her take an immediate interest in them, just staring at them.[[What’s that about?|Fuzzy - Veronica]] ] You could also see a Bounce House, a rather massive one nearby. It was a bit odd looking inside, full of large protrusions, like the whole thing was lumpy. That being said, it was the size of a particularly large house. (If: $jeff is 1)[ Jeff’s inside bouncing happily, even if you see his weight is pressing into it. You could [[Go next to him|Fuzzy - Jeff]] ] [[That sounds super fun!|Fuzzy - Player]] Wonka seemed to be a little tired or wanting a break, as you could see him flopped down on a cushy looking lounger, the chair covered in the fake fur. “Just Tell me when you’re [[Done with this room|Fuzzy - Wonka]] (If: $melanie is 1)[ Melanie looks mostly disinterested in the room, mostly going around and feeling the furs.] (If:$richard is 1) [ Richard is flopped on a chair next to Wonka, similarly exhausted. ] (set: $fuzzy to it - 1)

Congratulations! You’ve made it onto wonka’s tour! The true fun will start as soon as you send in the contract, and for that, you just need to sign with your full name! Once you send it in, it'll soon be your turn to be [[At the Factory]] (set: $name to (prompt: "What's your name?", "Devon")) (if: $name is "TheCandyMan")[ [[I see you're a man of culture as well!|Winner Bonus]] ]

(set: $sexy to 0) The scent of strawberry hit very hard the moment the doors opened. It wasn’t Real ones, instead it was similar to strawberry syrup. There was a black curtain surrounding the elevator, but once you drew it back, it was easy to see why. One side of the room looked to be like a sex toy shop, dildos of all shapes and sizes and other toys. True to form, some of them were looking a little [[Experimental|Sexy - Player BS]] but a lot of them seemed nice. Most of the room was taken up with a large club-like area, plenty of folks around enjoying themselves. There was a wall of rooms off to the left, and a [[small computer nearby you could interact with|Sexy - Player Volunteer]] Wonka was fairly used to the sights, and smiled, hanging out by some of the dancers. [[Need to talk with him?|Sexy - Wonka]] In what looked to be a very exclusive corner, stood a total dominatrix. She was wrapped in red and black leather, complete with spikes of crystalized sugar. She was idly typing on a phone, obviously between shows. [[Wanna go find out more?|Sexy - Player Dominatrix]] (if: $richard is 1) [ Richard’s also fairly curious, and it seems to be hitting most of his kinks, even ones he didn’t realize he had… You could [[go encourage him!|Sexy - Richard]] ] (If: $melanie is 1) [ Melanie was currently being encouraged to go up on stage. [[Certainly odd enough to check out... |Sexy - Melanie]] ] (if: $veronica is 1) [ Veronica seems a little curious about most of the dildos, but not enough to do much about it. ] (if: $jeff is 1) [ Jeff has handily ignored the entire stripper scene and instead picked up on the free breakfast buffet and was currently halfway through a plate of waffles.]

Wonka's office seemed... entirely normal. There was a coatrack, a desk, barely enough room to stand in front of it as he jumps behind it, sitting down. "So Let's see how many of you are left..." (if: $cheat is 1)[ "Actually, we really don't need to do that, [[now do we?|Cheat Ending]] ] (else:)[ (if: $richard is 0 and $melanie is 0 and $veronica is 0 and $jeff is 0)[ [[Just Me left|The Victory]] ] (if: $richard is 1 and $melanie is 1 and $veronica is 1 and $jeff is 1)[ [[The whole group!|The Tour]] ] (if: $richard is 1 or $melanie is 1 or $veronica is 1 or $jeff is 1)[ [[Just a few of us...|The Tie]] ] ]

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Resting seems to be doing Wonka a bit of good. They've mellowed out a bit, and even smile as you approach. "Hey there $name, so you kinda bored of this? I mean I totally get it. But you might want to [[Explore a little more|The Fuzzy Room]] unless you're sure." [["No, I'm sure"|Miracle Elevator

Wonka blinks in surprise as you ask to leave. He seemed surprised that you resisted peeking too closely into everything. "Are you totally sure? Once you go, you might regret having so many others on the tour still..." [["I'm Sure"|Miracle Elevator]] [["Actually..."|Candy Gardens]]

Wonka seemed to be a little distracted, but saw your arrival easily enough, still taking down some notes. "Hmm? You guys done?" [[Nah, still exploring|The Bakery]] [[Yeah, I'm done.|Miracle Elevator]]

Melanie was just glancing around the shaped desserts areas curiously. Evidently it was mostly for specialty cakes and such, either making shapes or fillings. It was uch a shame that she had either disregarded or more likely didn't see a warning sign in her mad dash, as she was stood smack dab in the middle, investigating a strange looking portion of a box, one that seemed to simply be hollow on the middle, and shaped. Of course the automated system was already tracking her, and there was already a large puffy collar right above her. It would be exceptionally easy to just [[allow the system to do its job.|Bakery - Mel End]] Or of course you could [[look for the others|The Bakery]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: You turn Melanie into a cake pop, complete with stick up the butt. Cake batter inflation, slight cooking (non graphic), frosting, frosting inflation, and some sensory deprivation. ]

Seeing you come near, he holds up a hand, rolling a finger, as if asking you what was wrong. [[You leave him to his call, wanting to explore some more|The Tv Room]] [[You point towards the elevator, you wanna leave|Miracle Elevator]]

Veronica was on youtube, just clicking away as she huffed, apparently annoyed enough to talk to you about it. "One of those idiot loompahs said that this could send me into a youtube video as long as it was popular enough and had more then enough views and enough people involved. The perfect way to get famous! But I can't find the video i'm looking for! You look nerdy, HELP ME." She demands with a huff It would be the perfect way to take a bit of revenge after all... [[You remembered an eating challenge that you could send her into, the Stadium Cleanup challenge|TV - Veronica End]] Screw that, [[Leave her alone|The Tv Room]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: Gets shoved into a youtube video, forced into taking in a stadium's worth of trash. Force feeding, implied slob, implied gas, slight bondage, implied slob]

Many of the machines were very obviously not ready for use, but there were a lot of products that certainly would be revolutionary if they ever got finished A few were much closer than others, and one in particular was lit up and seemed perfectly functional. “Wonka’s BS” was the only lettering on the outside, and even that was hastily painted on rather than having official lettering. It was off to the side and was as tall as you were, with indents obviously meant to where you should stand, and a Tv at head height, two joysticks at hand height as well. The whole machine looked like it could fold in half as well, and seemed sturdy. Something flashed on the screen as you approached, (text-style: "underline")[“Please put your feet on the indicated locations to start”] [[You put your feet on, curious enough to trust in the machine|Sexy-Player BS End]] [[You decide to check out the rest of the room|The Sexy Room]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: The machine turns you into a Butt-Slut by using a cartoon horsey cowboy to hypnotize you into it, before letting you be some public relief. Hypnotization, Cock-numbing, ass growth, vague masculinization, Implied public use, implied M/M]

The computer you could see was rather interesting, as it seemed to be a sign-up sheet. The rooms seemed to be a full brothel and the computer as how you’d sign up for it. Of course there’s a starting button, and a few options, seems like you’d be able to [[set yourself up if you wanted to…|Sexy-Player Volunteer End]] [[or you could walk away and pretend you never saw it.|The Sexy Room]] It doesn't really seem like it would be so obvious, would it? No way it'd be a sexy girl on demand... (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: You get used as a lion's cum dump, enough to swell your belly out. One of his wives come in, plug you up, and help take you home. (Also, none of the choices matter or change anything) Slight humiliation elements, cum inflation, M/M sex Human/Anthro, You're the bottom.]

The dominatrix smiled as you came close. She looked entirely confident, perfectly secure in her body, as she seemed almost entirely disinterested, only looking over at you as you get close enough to see from the corner of her eye, "Hey there. Have to admit, a little interesting seeing you guys come here. But then again, I do have a project in mind, and you're PErfect for it. So what do ya say hot stuff, Willing to help me out?" [[Of course i can! Let's get started!|Sexy - Player Dom End]] [[Maybe later!|The Sexy Room]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: You get put into a latex outfit and bloated into a simple silicon blob of a sex toy. (The more intricate part of the suiting up can be skipped) Latex suit, sensory deprivation, Silicon inflation to a round size. Massive insertion, dehumanization and eventual 'prostitution']

Richard looked rather amazed with the dominatrix as she relaxed, going through some stretches. He was obviously aroused beyond any worry about seeming like a pervert, as he stares. “Y-you think she needs any help with her routine? I mean girls look the sexiest when they’re performing with a guy, right?” It was a pretty dubious situation at best, but then again, you could probably urge him forward… [[Push him towards her|Sexy-Richard End]] [[Keep looking around|The Sexy Room]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: Richard gets put into a livestream, turned female, given a pear shape, then turned massively fat thanks to a dominatrix controlling it. Male to female TF, ass growth, Instant weight gain, Implied lesbian sex.]

Melanie looked honestly a little interested in the candy cane style stripper poles, looking at the empty stage nervously. There was one main one that she seemed to be looking at. Once she noticed your staring, she explained, “I-i’ve done class every Tuesday for a year on pole dancing! It’s supposed to be all affirming and great for confidence! I even think i’m pretty okay, i just… have never done it in front of such a large crowd before.” You could always [[Encourage her to try things out|Sexy-Melanie End]] Or just let her decide on her own and go back to [[look around the room some more|The Sexy Room]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: Melanie gets stuck onto a candy pole that makes her ass, and tits huge and sensitive. Her lips and pussy grow as well to a smaller degree, but she then gives herself wholeheartedly into being a slut. Breast Growth, Ass growth, slight lip and pussy expansion, followed by an orgy.]

He rolls his eyes to see you approach. "It's a whole sexy room! It's literally called the sexy room! There's nothing you or your little friends want to mess with?" [[I could go explore...|The Sexy Room]] [["Nah, I'm good"|Miracle Elevator]]

Wonka smiles, looking over at you with glee. “Well you’ve done it! Managed to get yourself through my factory in one piece! Honestly i’m a little disappointed! I should have known it wouldn’t be enticing enough for you! But really, you shouldn’t be too surprised, after all, you did such good work getting the others! Anyways, I think you’ve deserved something Special~" (text-style: "bold")[ Something whispers into your ear "Name Yourself TheCandyMan for the supermode~ Just scroll down a bit once you start a new game and click the new link!" ] ((OOC Author Note: Yay! You went through the kinkiest way! I'm so proud of you! You know, there's some fun stuff to be found by losing too, You should go back, see more stuff!))

Wonka smiles as he escorts you back to the front entrance. “Wow! Wasn’t expecting that! None of you went off the rails, none of you touched things you weren’t supposed to… it was totally… fun i guess. “ his good mood plummeting as he sighs, thinking of the possibilities, “Don’t even know why you bothered to come here but uhh… Have fun, and remember, Wonka means… something inspiring. Dunno.” Shutting the door, he leaves you to ((So you just came here to see what would happen huh? Either that or you don't really get the whole idea of this one... Either way, I hope you had fun! (And maybe try out encouraging some bad decisions next time!) ))

Wonka looks disappointed as he looks over at everyone left. “I can’t give the prize to a group. I guess we’re just gonna give you the lifetime supply of chocolate. It’s a shame, but uhh… Thanks for playing? Go home and have fun with all the chocolate you could ever eat. And don’t worry about the others. They’ll be just fine here with me~” ((OOC Note: Hehe, Better luck next time! Gotta get 'em all~ Just get one a room!))

(set: $veronica to it -1) It was awe inspiring to watch as Veronica snaps out of her dress, starting to bloat rather aggressively. Her stomach very quickly got too heavy for her to hold up, forcing her to her knees and then onto the tips of her toes as her body slowly started to round out. She tried to yell for help, but it ended up sounding like a simple gurgling, as the priest goes over and tosses the scraps of her clothes away. “So nice to see another arrival so soon after the last gave in.” Her skin was an admittedly beautiful blue, still managing to be relatively light despite the sheer amount in her. Her breasts had disappeared to the curving of her body, just two spigots really where juice was steadily flowing, her pussy the same, as her body tried to get any of the pressure out. The priest was doing something from behind, a few rumblings as Veronica stared out at you, sheer panic in her eyes. Her limbs were starting to disappear into her rounded form, and it was clear just how little was left to her control. She was still trying to fuss as she started to tilt backwards with a high pitched squeal leading out into a gurgle as her cheeks filled with juice. Her nipples and pussy seemingly disappeared in a bit of loompah magic to keep as much of the juice in as possible, but they let her keep her head, even as the divots for her hands and feet simply popped into roundness. Juice was flowing down her front, but where the altar stood was now a large divot, enough to keep the berry girl trapped inside, complete with a drain to collect the now copiously gushing fluids. She made one last appeal to you before her head sunk down a bit too much to see you anymore. Looking at her now, if it would be impossible to say it wasn’t an odd statue or some other piece of machinery, but the worshippers seemed to finally come out of their bowing and approached her. Some music started up from seemingly nowhere, lots of ceremonial drums and beats filling the air. (text-style: "italic")[Veronica, the rich bitch brat Simply Forgot where she’s at. Our god you see, he loves us all! He’s what turned her to a ball! He’s visiting for just a bit, And we should make the most of it! But veronica, don’t make that pout, There’s lots of you to go about!] The chants started to intensify as the loompahs started to dance around her. There was nothing but the juice flowing down in streaks randomly, dripping down on the loompahs as they danced and rubbed at her. $name starts to get concerned when the priest puts a hand on $name ‘s shoulder, making them startle. She puts a juice-soaked cloth into their hand, “Don’t worry, it isn’t contagious, that’d be impossible. Go tell wonka to get you guys out of here, the ritual isn’t for the nonbelievers.” She moves you outside and clothes the drapery flap, and nothing sends you to wonka faster than that ominous warning. He sees the scrap of fabric and quickly calls everyone together, “Come on now, [[we really should leave before they get ideas!”|Miracle Elevator]] (set: $veronica to 0)

(set: $cheat to 1) [[Candy Gardens]] A golden ticket flutters down - Congratulations from Me to You! You entered the secret name, and now have a super special super secret mode turned on! From now on you'll be able to see everyone even if you've given them a nice bad end earlier! You can see all of your favorites one after another! - (Everyone besides you gets brought back after their bad ends, and you can bounce back to the ending once you get bad-ended yourself! You still can only go through each room once though! Also, there isn't a bonus in the underground!0

Wonka grins as you lift off the virtual reality helmet. "Welcome back! I hope that was as fetishy as you expected! It was pretty cool seeing how things could have done right?" "..." "Oh, you want to go again? Okay! Here, let me reset it..." You lower the goggles on and prepare to go again, but there's a choice! Go to the [[Candy Gardens]] or to [[The Backstage|The Backstage Intro]] (set: $tv to 1) (set: $fuzzy to 1) (set: $bakery to 1) (set: $sexy to 1) (set: $jeff to 1) (set: $richard to 1) (set: $veronica to 1) (set: $melanie to 1) (set: $rooms to 0)

Richard’s balls were only growing fuller and fuller as he groaned, trying to cover them up, only for his shorts to give way, snapping easily under the constant pressure, and letting those balls fill out faster now that they weren’t being restrained. They were getting similarly splotchy, taking on the coloration of the fruit itself, his cock standing hard and proud… and starting to get oddly colored. His eyes glazed over with pleasure as his balls grew and grew, getting large enough to hit the ground and force out a spurt of cream large enough to cover a few of the nearby fruit. The sudden orgasm was enough to get him focused. “W-wonka, why does everything feel so tense? I-i can’t feel my cock!” Wonka simply smiled as he toppled backwards, his cock still standing proudly upwards, and letting out another spurt, this time shooting up like a fountain. “You see, the cream’s very unstable. It amplifies your own cream’s growth, and ensures a consistent and even flow! We had theorized about this, but never wanted to assume.” He seemed entirely uncaring as Richard's balls grew larger and larger, eventually settling in size at nearly six foot around each. His cock was a dull grey, and looked like it was made of plastic, a permanent nozzle effect to allow an orgasm whenever something pushed on his balls. Now that the pressure had equalized, Richard’s eyes glazed over again and he was lost to the world. Before Wonka could start, the two of you could see some loompahs come over with what looked like a giant hose. They were humming and soon started to sing. (text-style: "italic")[Richard, Richard, what a prick Now his only use is his dick. He ate some fruit and guzzled cream And now he'll be in our machine. He loved the ladies more then most And now of his size he can boast. He'll get some sex, on this we swear... too bad it'll just be some eclairs~ ] They moved over and started to tie him to the hose, ready to use that to move him, all the while ignoring his balls so they could ignore him. Wonka leans over, saying “Now, $name , let’s go and collect the girls. I’ll be sure to get transport away from him so we can get him transported to our eclair filler without too much fuss and too much extra splatter. Don’t worry. With an orgasm every time someone presses on those balls, I'm sure he’ll be in bliss for a good long while. [[Come along now”|Miracle Elevator]] (set: $richard to 0)

Strapping yourself in, you were able to take a stick and toss it at the start button, pressing it in with a clicking sound as the restraints tightened up even more, ensuring that you couldn’t move. It was a good 3 minutes before anything even sounded out, and once it started, you realized getting strapped into a ride by yourself might have some inadvertent consequences, as the nearby screen started in on obviously half of a scripted conversation. “And good morning to you too wonka, contest winners! We’re so glad to have gotten you for a nice easter treat!” which was even more worrying, as easter had come and passed at least a month ago, if not more. “Anyways, let’s get it started! I’m sure wonka can explain things!” as the seats suddenly separated, each of them shooting forward on their own track as they duck and dive and wiggle around on their own separate track. It was easy to see they were keeping pace with an empty chair nearby, obviously meant to hold wonka and let them lecture. The whole place was half finished, poster board sized pictures just laying limp against a wall, the lights barely working, seeming closer to flashes whenever the tracks got close enough before eventually all of the seats had come back together. The seats were ominously leaning forward, held in place before a large drop that seemed to be giving off a fair amount of heat, enough to give it an orange glow. “Now for the moment of truth! I hope you’ve been paying attention! Now, Mister Wonka’s told you what chocolate is made of, but what do we do to give it an extra bit of fluffiness?” [[Meltrodexotropin!|CG-Player End 2]] [[Nacho cheese! It gives it just that nice touch of zing!|CG-Player End 2]] [[Just… So much sugar. More than you think.|CG-Player End 2]] [[Nothing! The secret ingredient is inside you all along!|CG-Player End 2]]

Jeff started to whimper as he was forced to chug down more and more of the admittedly delicious tasting ‘frosting’. His stomach started to fill out from just chubby, to fat, to what could only be described as a beer gut despite not having any liquid inside, and showed no signs of stopping. The construction bots nearby started to demolish the gingerbread that remained, while Jeff fell to his front for the sheer weight of it all. A nearby robot moved, a spackling robot now suddenly moving to smooth it out, creating an unnatural roundness even as he truly started to grow. Jeff’s eyes would water as the filling machine went into overdrive, starting to pump out its entire stock. A third came by and put a bit of netting and a few straps over Jeff’s arms and legs, pulling his body up and letting his stomach hang down. “Incredible…” Wonka muttered, seeing Jeff’s stomach without a single stretch mark as it stays nice and round, only the lowest tip of it pushing on the ground as it grows to further impossible sizes. At 9 feet across the machine finally slowed, that size roundness making the human part of him look nearly ornamental as he got dangled, held just above that massive stomach of his. The machine clunked and clanked, finally running out of ‘Choco-Cement’. “Oooh, that’s not good.” Wonka says, despite the relief evident in Josh’s eyes. “You see, it’s just pushing out air to get the ‘Choco-Cement set up. I’m pretty sure… yep.” as the machine that had been forming his stomach into that nice round orb backs up, and the shape worryingly stays nice and still. “Pretty sure that’s gonna stay like that.” as both of you could see a crane move down, some Loompahs hanging on it and starting to sing: (text-style: "italic")[Choco-Cement is good for construction But it takes no big deduction It’s supposed to be for Gingerbread! Not to guzzle down you Airhead! You had waited outside a dispensary, Now you’ll be settled in a statuary! I hope you gto all that you could ask for ‘Cause you’ll be this round forevermore…] The loompahs were hooking him up as they sung, working a net around him and ensuring that he would be secure as they haul him up and away, cutting the filling machine at the hose, absolutely nothing spilling out as they lift him up and away, Josh unable to even plead despite having his mouth relatively free now. “Don’t worry.” Wonka interrupts as he’s hauled away, “I’m sure we’ll do something… make some anti-smoking thing out of him, it’ll be poignant. Besides, now he won’t ever need any munchies, his stomach’s always full!... Anyways, let’s go get the others and [[head out of here.”|Miracle Elevator]] (set: $jeff to 0)

Melanie was starting to truly panic as less and less of her body was in control. The internal ‘watermelon’ flesh was weak, more like jello than anything else, and she found her voice starting to get deeper and deeper as more of her body changed. “Y-you can’t do this! This isn’t… not supposed to… impossible…” starting to get difficult to speak as her body shifts, all of her going green and everything but her ever swelling middle was starting to get harder and harder to move as it solidified. Wonka smiled as he stepped forward, pushing her onto her ass with one hand and leaning in, a vindictive smirk on his face as he said “I told you not to eat the seeds' ' before moving to connect a vine and untangle it from the rest of the melons. He was surprisingly spry as he moved about, Melanie’s limbs squirming helplessly as they too were slowing down, Wonka talking to $name “See, the melons have a tendency to grow to their absolute limits before disconnecting from the vine, but that takes around a month or so. Once she’s to her limits, we’ll have options but until then, we can let our loompahs take care of her. They watch the experiments after all.” Melanie would finally be stopping her movements, slowing more as she manage to gurgle out “S-scho much pressure…” before it seemed to become a bit too much, able to almost get a single seed out of her mouth before it froze. Wonka smiled to help her with that, pushing it in just enough to ensure it’s all she had in her mouth before pressing it closed, pinching it shut until it solidified, “There we go! Now, for the farmers…” With a whistle, a few loompahs in farmer hats come over, already starting to hum. (text-style: "italic")[Poor melanie, stuck in the Dirt The boredom’s really what’s gonna hurt Nothing to do all the day long Then soak up sun and listen to our song No intelligence can even show We just want to watch her grow! Pressure’s her only company As we have taken custody We’ll take care of all of her needs And make sure she doesn’t eat more seeds~ ] Wonka smiles as the song toned down, the loompahs were already packing some more dirt around the growing melon, all the while knocking on her belly and gently pressing on her, giving wonka a thumbs up. “Mmm, A gradual grower, she’s going to just have to get used to all that pressure in her… or maybe we’ll just have a premature burst somewhere along the lines. Ah well, guess it’s not up to us. Come along, i’m not really interested in hanging around here that long. Let’s go to a better room!” as he leads $name over, gathering up the others before summoning up the [[Miracle Elevator]] (set: $melanie to 0)

(text-style: "bold")[WRONG!] Question after question started coming after you got that one wrong, and anything you shouted didn’t work. You realized that wonka would have to input the answers, and since the chair with the buttons was empty, there was no hope of answering them correctly. You were still dangling above the hot drop, so trying to squirm out of the restraints was a terrible idea, and worse, the tone of the questions were getting worse, despite them getting simpler and simpler. (text-style: "bold")[“Such Naughty Children. Not Even One Question Right! You Better Ask Wonka Very Nicely To Give You One More Chance, Otherwise…] The chair sat still and empty, which spelled your doom as the seats suddenly plummeted. Something sprayed out all over them, drenching you and the empty seats, enough to make you close your eyes as you dropped past whatever was so hot. The movement seemed to disorient you, and whatever you had been sprayed continued to disorient you. The feelings didn’t stop, and the seats started to vibrate worryingly. It was a few minutes before everything settled down, and once it did, things didn’t make too much sense. You could ‘see’ yourself in the bottom of a large clear shape, near impossible to tell what, with a strainer above, where you could recognize your former clothes. Before you could start considering the ramifications, the computer’s voice started back up again, “Let’s spread you through the mold!” as everything started to shake and move again, as your consciousness [[left you for a time as you get spread through the mold|CG-Player-End 3]]

With consciousness came a worrying sight as your body felt entirely stuck, and you were posing in a very embarrassing fashion. Looking into a dull reflection, the mold slowly came apart, letting you see your reflection in the muted plastic of it. It seemed to be based off of that Kardashian pose, showing an entire ass as you looked over your shoulder, stomach exposed on the other side. There were no clothes, and nothing was hidden, mouth held open in a puckered O shape as a robotic claw carefully grabs you. As it did, it swung a hose down to slot directly into the hole, starting to slowly pump a filling in. It was an entirely foreign sensation, your internals feeling like your stomach had just stretched to fill your entire inside, and you were able to feel exactly how full you were getting as it dragged you over the former track that you had gone through, looking even more abandoned then it had before. It took until you had gotten to the door for the filling to finally reach near your mouth, a single droplet leaking through the hose onto your lip even as it dried thanks to the breeze giving you the taste: Cream cheese frosting like what would be on a carrot cake. It filled you up to the brim, even managing to get up through your ears… and worryingly, it showed no signs of stopping. It was a constant push, and You could feel your body starting to stretch, that ass, those thighs, the stomach, all of those had more give than others, and the filling was intense, a constant push as you get beyond full, beyond where you’d be aching even into full on mental panic. A ‘plug’ of chocolate sealed your mouth, keeping the single tiny droplet on your tongue as if to mock you for what was nearly bursting you. You had been a bit distracted, enough to miss that you had been brought up into the candy gardens. Your body was horribly overstretched, and it was simply hanging on top, an air conditioning unit keeping you too cool to burst. The lights were down, and the tour had long since continued without you… but the loompahs weren’t without their humiliations, prancing out as they began to sing, leaving you to hang as a decoration… (text-style: "italic")[You once were a tour guest but something went wrong, You should’ve stayed in the group where you belong! Instead you went off to test by yourself, Now you’re just candy, perfect for the shelf! A stuffed up sexy bunny, ass and stomach so large You really should have stayed with the ones in charge. Don’t worry a bit, we’ll get you to leader, But he’s just so busy, it might take ‘til next easter~] (text-style: "bold")[BAD END! BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME BUNNY BUTT!] (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[Cheat Ending]] ]

The computer seemed to be a little older, definitely more of a relic then anything else in the room. It offered an old school pop-up system, offering you the change to "Look at all of our old commercials! From the 80's and 90's to today!" It had its own small cubicle so you could listen to it in peace, and it could be an interesting retrospective. [[Yeah, could be fun!|TV - Player End]] [[Nah, sounds boring. Go back|The Tv Room]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: You get shrunk put into a series of old commercials, constantly fattened. You're immobile, get plucked out and kept by a loompah. Fattening, force feeding, body control, shrinking, teasing.]

Stepping to the controls, it was easy to see how everything was labeled. Each one was easy to see, and Veronica was nearby the raw preparation area. With such a fancy white dress on, it would be such a shame if someone was to use the machines to start cracking stuff like eggs, just to maybe splatter her a little bit... [[I'm better then that!|The Bakery]] [[The only shame is I couldn't do this earlier!|Bakery - Veronica End]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: Veronica gets turned into an egg, shoved into a fridge for implied later use. Egg inflation, slight sensory deprivation, slight machine play i guess. (no sexy stuff)]

Looking close, it was easy to see what Jeff was standing under. He was underneath a large 'Staging area' for jumbo sized pastries. The tablet was flashing, and apparently, those large hands weren't just for food preparation. "Material available. Start Wrapper-fication process?" The question from here was simple: [[Press the button|Bakery - Jeff End]] [[Step back|The Bakery]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: Jeff gets squished into a lump, rolled out into a wrapper, and gets tightly bound to a fake apple as a decoration. Malleability, Flattening, Orgasm denial, slight petrification. Vague peril and painting ]

Pressing yes on the tablet would reveal two massive hands, a nearly cartoonish style as they snatched up Jeff, literally taking him over to a giant vat and dunking him in, the loud Splashing as he flailed about inside making everyone else look over as they dragged him out. He was soaking wet, his shirt and pants looked both ruined and almost waterlogged with the chemicals and the hands quickly stripped him down before pressing down on top of him. IT made everyone wince, and expected t o see Jeff ruined underneath, ancd technically they were right… except instead of any visible injury, he just looked dizzy, a flabby pancake that managed to keep his cock smushed underneath a pooched out stomach. Wonka would start to explain, only for the computers around him to start on a pre-recorded talk. (text-style: "italic")[“We here at wonka appreciate the recyclable nature of many items! It starts with a dip into our special wrapper-fication vat, and then we work on flattening them out so we can truly reuse all of it!”] The hands started to really work at Jeff as they talked, the initial squish had been a bit too fast for him to fully realize the sensations, but the hands had slowed as the kneaded his body around, squishing him with what felt like wonderfully hot machine gloves, unrelenting and unyielding as they mushed him into a lump. His face was kept conveniently on the front, but everything else was squished and squashed together enough that he could barely tell where his body parts were. All of him gave a very sensitive pleasure when he was squished and moved, but an actual climax was impossible with his cock squashed somewhere in his blob of a body. (text-style: "italic")[“Now we will flatten him out further to allow for wrapper-fication!”] Where the hands had been near orgasmic, the rolling pin was even better, as it constantly flattened him further and further. His face had been in a constant state of bliss. Talking was obviously getting harder , with him not even managing to get a single word out in his own defense. That’s when the machine started to get a little bit too knowledgeable. (text-style: "italic")[“After all, he’s just a useless lump! So we’re going to give him a little bit of use besides that! So first, it’s a nice bit of squaring, and then we’ll get to the actual wrapping!”] the machine seemed to now constantly shift until he seemed to fulfill some size requirement. Wonka smiled and clapped his hands, “Back up everyone! The impact is going to be pretty big!” as everyone obeyed, hearing a [[whistling sound coming from up top.|Bakery-Jeff End 2]]

Veronica was starting to get bored when you started up the machine, and she started to get interested. She was oblivious to the fact that she was standing way too close to it, instead very interested in watching the show overhead as the machine started to move in their intricate dance, working and making a nice bit of cookie dough. Unfortunately for her, Wonka had moved at just the right time to stop it, sending the vat of raw dough flopping all over her. Fortunately for her enough was liquid that it wasn't like being hit with a massive sandbag. Unfortunately for her it was still enough to coat her, and knock her down, the girl flailing a hand out a bit, as wonka 'panics'. "Loompahs! All hands on deck! Veronica, did any of that get in your mouth?" Wonka's loompahs came out rather quickly, and managed to get her out, but she is literally spitting mad. (text-style: "bold")["THAT WAS A TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLAR COAT!"] she screams in indignation, the loompahs had peeled her coat from her, her undershirt and shorts heavily ruined, all gunky with egg yolk. Wonka himself looked a bit nervous, "Sweetie, I know you’re upset, but you really should answer me…” but the girl had gotten a bit too far into her ranting and raving to even hear him. She was certainly the center of the attention, and while wonka managed to keep a sufficiently chastized look on his face, the loompahs were grinning and Veronica was seeming to get paler and paler, not even noticing as she finishes her rant with (text-style: "bold")[ And the only thing you could think about is if i ate some of your stupid dough when it RUINED MY TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLAR COAT? WHAT IS EVEN REMOTELY IMPORTANT ABOUT THAT!”] Before Wonka could even tell her what was, her own body did it for her, the girl’s stomach and back getting rather massive bulges in them with one hefty and very audible Blorpfhing sound. It was enough to rip her shirt and pants, neither of which were meant to have any real stress on them, and as such just exposed her middle. It wasn’t quite fat, as a matter of fact, it had no jiggle to it at all, instead it was a massive protrusion that just jutted out, drawing everyone’s eye. Veronica would let out a massive belch as her insides shifted, getting fully rearranged into a soupy goopy mess. It was obvious from the look on her face that she hadn’t expected anything like that. “Th-this isn’t what was supposed to happen! I was supposed to learn about this stupid factory, take my stupid pictures, sell them off and become an internet celebrity!” The mention of corporate sabotage was wildly infuriating to everyone on wonka’s side of things, and Wonka sighs, “Guess we aren’t really going to stop the rest of the machine…” as some claxtons started to sound out (text-style: "bold")[“UNEXPECTED OBSCURANCE LOCATED. SCANNING…] as the [[machines started to come out…|Bakery - Veronica End 2]]

The technology was meant for the loompahs involved to be able to see not only some of the former candies, but also the old advertising. It was meant to be a few video files, and around 3 hours of rather boring notetaking work. Instead, the tv zapped you into it, sending you careening into darkness as the commercials started up. It was rather ridiculous in black and white, the entire universe including you looked to be the same. The noise level wasn't overwhelming, but instead it seemed to be neatly at your volume. Looking out you could see nothing but the headphones hanging on the wall, that was obviously where any of the noise was going. It was only a moment before you could feel your body getting worryingly taken over, and forced into acting along [[With the commercials|TV-Player End 2]]

Smiling, $name typed in a youtube link. “What the fuck… Stadium challenge? I don’t… holy fuck, it’s got 26 million views? Gimmie Gimmie Gimmie!” She shoved you aside and took over, clicking past what had to be at least 5 different warnings before getting zapped and disappearing as the video loaded, an alarm sounding out as Wonka walked over. “Oh no… Someone went in, didn’t they? This technology was untested! We don’t know how powerful it is!” he says, worriedly, “It’s powerful enough to change minor bits of reality around, and only those who were watching remember how it’s supposed to be. Hmm. I mean… they had to have been stupid, haven’t they? Even if they were one of our tour guests? Probably deserving too… Let’s watch and see, yeah?” as Wonka turns off the ray and looks at the video. “I mean what even was it… (text-style: "underline")[Cleaning up the New-Donk stadium using a worthless piece of Trash]... 24 million views? Well, we’ve got to watch this.” he says, sitting down to watch, prompting [[you to do the same|TV - Veronica End 2]]

(text-style: "italic")["Wow! You're telling me your mom lets you have Two whole candybars! What's your secret?" "It's the Wonka-brand guarantee! Each...] The words started to drone on, getting fairly meaningless. You were very obviously replacing the actor or actresses within, and worryingly, Wonka seemed to have a theme running through the commercials, namely that the main actor was supposed ot be enjoying it. It felt odd, as you were forced to act out a few things, even if your actions otherwise were your own. It felt like being forced into a stage play, as you found yourself shoving down old candy bars. The only benefit to all of this was that the candy still tasted fairly good. The bigger problem was that your body started to adjust to different positions, flickering between them as the commercial did quick hardcuts bit by bit. The tastes tended to change every 3 minutes, but worryingly, you didn't see anyone try and look in on your predicament. The commercials just kept coming, and with it kept up the onslaught of food. The saving grace was it seemed to all digest... but the fat didn't go away. Finally it burst into color, and you could have sworn you saw a flash of someone there, but the volume must have been too low, there wasn't any sort of reaction and whoever it was didn't come back. The modern commercials must have been japanese inspired because there was a lot of motion, a ton of cuts, and no time to react to your ever fattening body. It was exhausting and before too long, all of the color slammed out of it in a thankfully relaxing feel. The words were still just as annoying as they had started out to be, but the long cuts and much more relaxed atmosphere allowed you to look at yourself. Your stomach had gotten huge, big enough to develop a massive roll in the middle of it. Your thighs were massive trunks, your arms flabby enough to resemble hams. Looking down, you could barely see the curve of your stomach over two flabby moobs, and worse, you only had half a minute to see just how screwed your body was. Then the commercials started to ramp up again, and you [[lost yourself to the commercials…|TV-Player End 3]]

(text-style: "italic")[ "Wow! You're telling me your mom lets you have Two whole candybars! What's your..." "Wow! You're telling me your mom lets you have Two whole..." "Wow! You're telling me your mom..."] You ended up going through the commercials for Hours. Time started to blend together more and more as the commercials just kept repeating. They had looped all night, playing even as they turned off the lights, leaving you even unable to do something as simple as sleep. The constant sugar high didn’t help in that regard, and the constant discordant tunes of the music were only noticeable once they stopped. “Hello?” a voice asked, mercifully not one of the commercial ones, prompting you to finally look out and see the very shocked face of a bespectacled oompah loompah, then her hand as she reached in to grab you out. For the first time in a long time silence reigned out over any noise and it was beautiful… except for how your body looked and felt. You were able to see your body through the reflection in her glasses, and it was shocking. You were big enough that she had to use two hands to haul you up, those fingers making a makeshift chair that your flesh was still spilling through. Your arms were barely mobile, just rings of fat that had swallowed everything, even forcing your fingers straight. Your moobs were massive, but separated by the giant mound that was your stomach. Your legs were even larger than your arms had been, feet held propped up with the legs much more like just fat depositories. It was obvious you were a pear body type now that you had gained so much weight. Trying to talk was awkward, your voice a little too quiet to now that you were tiny, only managing a pathetic belch that sounded like a tiny squeak. The Loompah’s smile in return was very ominous, and made you feel an even bigger sense of foreboding as her fingers curled up and set your stomach to belch a bit more as she ‘massages’ it. “The missing tour guest… No-one knows where you ended up. And Wonka doesn’t really care as long as you can’t even think about suing him. Which means I guess… I guess I can keep you without anyone caring!” She smiles and starts to take you out of the room, easily just hauling you around, “You’re such a good pet, I can just take chocolate bars, ‘cause at this size, one would get that tummy even bigger!~” she says, thinking out loud. She was so happy, she began to hum, then started quietly singing as she took you back towards what had to be her room. The worst part was thanks to the happy peppy tone of the commercials, you were jiggling along in time with it, reduced to nothing but compliance... (text-style: "italic")[ All those commercials, quite nostalgic But your bad end was quite tragic, Stuck in a Tv and living the dream! Or at least that’s what we made it seem Chocolate constantly, with perfect digestion It’s sure to make you fat, no question! And despite the candy, being stuffed ‘til you burst, It was those earworms that were the worst! But now you’re here, just my little guy To everything else, say bye bye~] (text-style: "bold")[ BAD END! NICE TRY FUN SIZE!] (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[Cheat Ending]] ]

(text-style: "italic")[ “Hey there Bros and Bros-ettes! We’re here to help catalog food waste using this bitch as a guideline!”] around 24 guys were there, seemingly just after a game had finished in the stadium, there was still plenty of trash and discarded food around, and a timelapse showed them cleaning it up, notably saving all of the food and leftover booze, collecting it in massive bowls, just chock full of cheap quality stadium food. The booze was collected into empty kegs, hauled around and treated like massive pitchers. (text-style: "italic")[“And now, for the real reason why we went through all this trouble!”] The video fast forwarded when the guys dragging everything elsewhere before the main guy in charge of the video started going through maintenance tunnels, opening a strange creaky door before showing Veronica. Her head had been forced upwards, a heavy duty hose stuffed in her mouth, her white dress looking outrageously stained as she sat heavy on a massive concrete slab that stretched to the back wall. She looked to be very dazed, and attached to the ceiling that she was forced to look at was a television, and not a very good one. The back wall behind the slab had an odd circular series of vents, eventually realizing those were metallic trumpets that would sound out when enough air was forced through them. She’d be too dazed to move and seemed to be blinded by the light from the hallway as the guy started to explain. (text-style: "italic")[ “We all remember the events that happened last month, all those commercials spoiling the games or directly insulting us? Well, She was just using it to try and get famous! Pissed off some reeeally powerful people and offered her daddy a choice! Either he gives her up, or his whole company goes bankrupt. So we’re proud to introduce the new feature for the New-Donk stadium, as well as their latest going green initiative! What better way to make compost then to filter it through someone! And to anyone who’s worried about her stinking up the joint, we’re going to weld this door shut once we’re done, so all her stink is going to go outside of the stadium!”] Wonka’s eyes went wide as he saw it all, “I’m fairly sure I remember that case, but it’s not… It was just a one off thing, certainly?” he says, thinking, muttering quietly “The system must have been more vindictive then I thought” as the video keeps on going, showing the guys dumping all of their food into special containers, they looked like the metal trumpets she had to vent out her room, and the whirr of a blender seemed to be in there as well. There was at least one trumpet for every section, and the guys cheered as they saw the jumbotron changing just for them, showing a close up of her face, blushing hard as she chugged down the food that had been forced down to her. The video ended after they heard the first tiny tinny trumpet, and Wonka looked expectantly, “Wait, isn’t it supposed to show her body, so we can grab it out? We can’t rescue her at this rate! [[Wait, here’s a closer video of her during a match, maybe we can grab her from there!|TV - Veronica End 3]]

Wonka and you winced when you saw the title of the new video flash up, (text-style: "underline")[ New Donk Stadium 3000 pound waste removal ceremony ]! The video started out normally enough, it was semi-professional, steady camera work as a guy in a tie talked, ending it with (text-style: "italic")[ We wanted to do something really special for our 3-ton-iversary, and bring folks into our special traditions too!] There was a shot of a truck carrying the entire team and then some to show the equivalent weight, and then folks all around the stadium were whipped into a frenzy, “Go ahead and stuff her plenty! Then follow along on the song on the jumbotron!” There was a single shot, showing her in all her massive ‘glory’, wonka reaching out but it cut away too fast to just her face. She would look to the two of them in desperate need, but it was far too late and she was far too big to try and do everything as the stadium started to pound and chant, the ending of every line followed by a trumpeting blast of her gas let out through the vents. It wasn’t a very nice song either… (text-style: "italic")[Veronica, the Rich Fed Jerk, Thinking of her just makes us Smirk! Thought she could get famous just like That! Jokes on her, we made her Fat! Used to all those fancy Foods Now even the thought of her is Crude! Just shove your food in down below, Then toast your booze and watch her Blow!] The video ended with a trumpeting blast loud enough to nearly blow wonka’s speakers out and he frowned, shaking his head a little bit, “Hmm… She must have deserved it somehow. Shame, she doesn’t look too bad off. She’s got as much cheap food as her heart desires… or can handle really. Maybe I’ll head over to New-Donk after this, see if I can do anything for the poor… that was a girl right? Anyways, [[On with the show|Miracle Elevator]] (set: $veronica to 0)

The computer itself seemed entirely ordinary, but once you got past the front screen, the purpose seemed obvious. It was a series of brothel rooms and just judging off of what you could tell, it allowed you to choose what kind of girl you wanted to be with. There were even options for hair color and such, a really interesting system. While it offered a picture upload, you didn’t have anyone in mind, so instead, you decided to go through the choices. Hair Color? [[Brunette|Sexy-Player Volunteer end 2]] [[Blonde|Sexy-Player Volunteer end 2]] [[Red|Sexy-Player Volunteer end 2]]

She smiles as you agree, "Perfect!" moving over and taking your hand, "Now, you know half of this is about the pageantry, so we've got to get you suited up!" of course the hallway behind was red velvet, and she took you into a very nice looking room. There was a fair amount of toys on the walls, some bondage and latex goods hanging there as well. There was even a sex swing, a backless couch, and a small bit of memory foam to allow for a variety of positions. "Now, have you ever used an autocloset?" as she knocks on a nearby wall, a door opening up to show a rather large closet, a few hands just waiting there on the walls. "This is our super improved one. So strip down, and get in there, and we'll get you all suited up to help me!” She even turned around, to give you a bit of imagined privacy. Stripping was a bit harder than you thought it would be, but it was fairly obvious why you’d need to after all. Getting as physically close as you could, you kicked off your underwear into a small pile with the rest of your clothes and slammed the door shut, only then realizing that there was no knob on the inside. A voice started to talk, obviously a robotic one as a laser grid came down to scan you. (text-style: "italic")[ “Good morning there! We’ve already got your outfit picked out, we’re just scanning to test your initial sizes! Go ahead and stay real still for us, arms to your side, and we’ll get you settled in no time!”] The scan tingled where it went, and despite wanting to move, you stayed still until it stopped. It covered every inch of your body, even asking to do a second one with your arms up to make sure it had perfect measurements. (text-style: "italic")[“Right, Since this is specialized gear we’re putting on, we’re going to have to keep you artificially still while we apply it. You really aren’t accustomed to it, so we’re just going to have to do things for you.”] Before you could object, it pinched a nerve in your neck and moving became impossible. It was worrying, but the computer seemed to have everything well in hand... right until a screen turned on in front of you, changing from a plain white wall into a small room of loompahs, 3 bored looking ones that perked up the moment they saw you. (text-style: "italic")[We're going to be starting the change. If you want to just close your eyes and ride it out, now would be the time] [[I'd rather not see all of the nitty gritty of the change|Sexy Player Dom End 3]] [[I want to see All of it~|Sexy Player Dom End 2]]

You had been moved as you laid at the bottom of the auto-dresser, a photo showing you what you looked like. You were encased entirely in a deep purple ‘suit’ that seemed to leave tiny amounts of your skin exposed. Your eyes had lenses over them, your nose had a breathing tool slotted in so you didn’t need to worry about that, the mouth held open in a constant O. Your arms were pinned behind your back, stuck together in the suit, legs spread and held ankles to ass as they too were stuck. Your ass was held open as well, everything else sealed with a thick coating of the purple ‘latex’. The screen slowly popped out, moving so you could still see the grinning loompahs, "See, this is where things get interesting~ Our dear sweet dominatrix has been planning on pushing even the very boundaries of what she can use for pleasure! Eventually she might even tell your new guests what they've been using too... well, for that to happen, we'll need to fill you up first. Just relax, and try not to clench anything, it might mean you pop.” Everything suddenly started moving, and a hose was moving, stuffing itself deep into your bowels, a second going into your mouth, forcing its way inside. It was worryingly warm, and before you could really understand too much about what was going on they both rumbled in unison. They started to spurt, but whatever it was, it was hard to tell. It felt like hot chocolate going down, and it really started to fill your body. It was impossible to see, but the feeling was worrying. It was just swelling and pressure as they pumped you up and sang, and worryingly, it felt like the middle of your body was overtaking your limbs. Your point of view slowly lifted up as your body rounded out and started to really grow. The screen kept on maneuvering to stay in front of you, until everything felt like it would be too much as the next step happened incredibly suddenly. The hoses were pulled out, and in their places, two massive plugs shoved in. It was distressingly large, stretching out everything to a size unheard of if the primer hadn’t stretched you out. Both your ass and your mouth were stretched beyond anything they could normally go to, and small air-brushes came down to spread the same rubberization sealing liquid that had gone to the rest of your body, forcing the plugs as the only outward appearances. They sprayed a thin layer above your lenses, forcing your world into darkness after a single, mind breaking look at what you had become. Your body had lost any part of human shape, and not even the indents of where your hands should be were there, neatly flat against the rest of your body. There were no limbs, only one massive purple sphere, with two massive plugs in it. The plugs weren’t just massive, they had false pussies inside, and they were Deep. Between the darkness, the lack of movement, the nose plugs and entirely neutral taste of plastic, the only thing you could even try to sense is hearing and pressure. The pressure was always there, the silicone inside of you expanding when it cooled down to keep your body tight. There was a bit of humming as the dominatrix walked over, and a fair bit of squeaking started as she rolled you over. The pressure and relative roundness meant you could barely tell, as she says, “Now i know it’s a bit extreme, but you did offer to help. See, sometimes their cocks are too big or they love being a bit too rough, but we don’t want to say no, so i’m gonna let them use you! Don’t worry too much about it… OH! Wait, you came in here on a tour, right? Well then we’re going to send you out in style before your first customer! I’ve heard he’s got a 12 incher~” She settled you down onto your new base as she clears her throat and starts to sing… (text-style: "italic")[A dominatrix has a hard job Of that there's no question Of pleasing a mob all without exception You wanted to be used And feel like a Tool We know you're confused, But we've got a rule! We Help and we Fill and we make people Smile And that's all that you'll be doing for a while! Your mission is classified, Client list too, But don't worry! No-one's going to know it's you! You'll be lazing on the job, but working non-stop Now let's get you settled in, just try not to pop~] (text-style: "underline")[BAD END! AND WHEN I SAY END, I MEAN YOUR REAR ONE~] (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[Cheat Ending]] ]

The splatter was a shock, the texture feeling almost like pudding, a large amount poured over your head, even as a hand moves with mechanical precision to block your eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, a small amount smeared on your eyebrows and upper lip as it did so, those required far more precision after all. Further splatters came all over your body, a hand holding and blocking your cock just like it did most of the face. Pleasantly warm water sprayed down and soon the hands left, as the Loompahs talk through what's happening to you. (text-style: "italic")["Right, First step is always the weirdest! Gotta get rid of any of that messy body hair, and now you're smooth as silk all over! And then we just did the rinse... Now for the cleanse!"] THe water was freezing, enough to make your insides cramp up as it blasted in, then drained out, doing so a few times until the closet was satisfied with how cleaned out you were. The Loompahs were coming down from laughing at you, , (text-style: "italic")["You should have seen the look on your face! Ahh... It's my new screensaver, just so you know. Anyways, get ready for the primer.”] as the hands came back, this time holding what looked like cups as it covered up some very sensitive areas, before you felt things start to slather on again, feeling like it was being painted on by a few brushes, slathering up nearly all of you in a tingly cool gel. (text-style: "italic")[“Starting on phase two…”] was worrying to hear as something started to spray all over you. Unlike the first chemical tingle or the more recent goo, this one felt worryingly permanent, and it just wouldn’t stop The spray would be layering on, and worryingly, the sensation of touch slowly started to ebb away, you couldn't feel the movement of air, and only very faintly felt the arms layering up over and over. It would get everywhere as well, coming daringly close to your holes, before something settles on them. Your nose was plugged with a rebreather, then sealed shut, your mouth kept closed, but the thinnest margin separated the rubber from your lips, and your eyes were covered with some cheap plastic before vaguely sprayed over. You could just barely see out of it. Your ass crack stayed unsprayed... but the same couldn't be said about your privates, sealing that up entirely to create a simple bulge in front. Before everything could dry however, the hands were moving, laying you down into a bent leg pose, arms suddenly stuck to each other like arm bindings. Your head was propped upwards, forced to stare above even as the bindings dried, the neck pinch getting removed thanks to the coating you had received leaving [[you unable to move.|Sexy Player Dom End 3]]

Without really doing much, you turned the system on, the chute above Melanie’s head just coming down and settling itself around her neck, a squeal of terror that drew everyone’s attention as Melanie gets dragged into the middle of that strange box, one that closed and sealed shut around her, leaving just her head exposed. “W-wonka! What is this!” gathering everyone’s attention as she ineffectually tries to bang on the sides, managing only to faintly brush up against them. Wonka quickly came closer, “Why do all of you insist on toying with prototypes! This isn’t even the point zero One version, this was just a concept really!” he says with a sigh, as Melanie starts to protest her innocence. “Don’t bother. The stop button was going to come next. We’re just going to have to let it run its course… There is a port hole where the sides meet, let’s at least watch it.” as he urges them to gather around. It was all too easy to see Melanie, barely on her tiptoes, her head sticking out the top, and her body frantically panicking. “Now, Miss melanie, try and relax, stay still a bit. See, you’re in a cake pop machine The first step seemed bizarre, as a high pressure wash seemed to hit everything, rinsing it out and managing to rip Melanie’s clothes off with the force of the ater. “C-cold!” she says before she squeals out even louder. Wonka blinks, “Oh wow… See, usually we produce a plastic shape on the inside, but it seems like the system mistook Mel for what we wanted to fill instead… Well, at least we get to see what it looks like when it’s all done. Hang in there Mel! The first spurt’s the worst!” Mel only had time to stammer out something before she was squealing and gasping with the sudden onset of pleasure. It was obvious that the gooey thick cake dough was being forced into her, her stomach was already bloating up rather rapidly, and it had a worrying brownness to it as she started to get rounded, her struggles getting more legarthic and much slower. Wonka chuckles, “Wow. Just look at her! Her body’s starting to round out! Must be our special batter’s influence. It just gravitates to that rounded shape once it starts to collect!” Melanie squeals as she feels her body rounding out, “I-it’s pressing against everywhere at once!” she says, as the porthole filled with the pale tinted brown flesh. Wonka ushers you all away, “Now, see here, the machine’s going to simply plug her up, and send the whole thing through our patented processes… Hmm? Don’t worry. She’s more cake than girl by this point, she’ll come out the other side [[absolutely delectable!”|Bakery Mel End 2]]

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The massive hands looming over Veronica would have helped obscure what was happening to the brat, but with all of her groaning and whining, it was far more entertaining to just watch her body bloating. The unnatural roundness gave way to an oval shaped body, her arms slowly losing the fight as they got absorbed into the unnatural smoothness of her body. Her breasts had already lost that fight, as did her genitals, leading to what was obviously a worryingly unfeeling body. Her body got too big for her to stand all at once, leaving her squealing as she fell back, only the massive hands stopping her from falling as they swoop in, two of them grabbing her and holding her up as if presenting her to the group of you. Her voice got quieter, but no less indignant as she demanded “Wonka! You better have a fix for this… wh-what’s happening…” the seriousness of the situation finally growing on her. Wonka seemed perfectly happy to turn to the rest of you, talking at a low enough voice that she couldn’t hear it. “Now, you know how you shouldn’t eat anything with raw eggs? Well ours have a rather corrupting effect.” Let’s let her finish eggifying and then inform her during testing... “ Watching her lose most of her humanity was a rather interesting prospect. Her limbs disappeared slowly, and then her hands and feet disappeared in an instant once they got too close to her body. Her voice would get a little more faint with each limb gone, and still the hands holding her up would just stay cradling her. She would be ginormous by the time it was done, and while her body showed no visible sign of strain, her face was certainly feeling something. “Feel… sick…” as Wonka finally takes a bit of pity against the girl. “Hold on, we’ve just got to… Machine! Ingredient check followed by Triple S!” The machine must have had an audio sensor as the hands moved, shifting as if they were about to drop her before two massive suction cups grab her by the top and the bottom, a bit of extra room for her head before a comically large lightbulb comes down next to her. Turning on, her eggy body shielded you from the light, but looking up at it, it was easy to see what was going on. There were no bones or organs, instead just a dull glow, complete with a darker core. Wonka laughs, “Good Egg!” He calls out, turning the bright light off and moving her back to the hands rather than the specialty holders that had kept her by the light. Wonka seems more pleased by that, “Now, good news, that means you’ll be useful for a while even if we can’t figure out how to fix you! So, we’re going to give you the Triple S treatment and get on with the tour!” as something equally massive came out below, covering the area where she had been splattered with the dough, a massive egg carton’s bottom half. She was set down for ‘quality inspection’ before a large plunger came up, and in ugly black ink, a rounded seal with (text-style: "bold") [GRADE A SUPER JUMBO. BAKERY APPROVED] text appeared on her stomach. Wonka remained oblivious to the girl’s distress, saying simply “Oh good! That means we’ll be able to get some use out of her after all. Okay, we get to watch, and then it’s straight back to the elevator everyone!” before he whistled. A massive egg carton top came down, ready to envelop the egg in a cheap foam protection as the other hands picked up strange instruments, a comically oversized mouth starting to sing her off as everyone backed [[towards the elevator…|Miracle Elevator]] (text-style: "italic")[“Veronica, obsessed with fashion! We’ve taken notice of your passion! Clearly you’ll be delighted to learn That we’ll be anything but stern We’ll let you relax in our fridge until such time That the taste you’ll add will be sublime! The treat will be glorious, a true work of art And you’ll know you’ve added your part! Now rest easy in your egg crate dear I’m sure your time will soon be here For you to be used for the public good Just like your money probably should.”] (set: $veronica to 0)

Wonka made everyone stand and wait as the box went into a worryingly glowing hole in the wall, a squeal of fear coming out from Melanie before it shut behind her. What none of you were expecting was what came out. Melanie had gone a deep chocolate, her whole body now looking like it was crafted out of cake. Her nipples and pussy were there, but they were tiny in comparison to the rest of her. She was being carried out by a stick jammed in what was once her ass, now just a port on her cakey body. Her hands and feet were still mostly recognizable, as was her head, but even they looked like they were sculpted out of cake. Her voice came out worryingly deep, almost masculine if you didn’t know better “Feels Weird.” she says, like she was trying to think through a massive haze. Given everything that had happened, it probably was. “Not Full But Feels Like Fat!” Wonka would laugh at her comments, “I would imagine so young lady! Don’t worry! My expert frosting-eers are going to be putting your clothes on!” Loompahs came down from the ceiling on what looked like bungee cords, holding hoses as they started to expertly blast her body as the machine holding her gently rotated her. They would use tools to smooth it out, all the while Wonka would prattle on, ignoring Melanie’s distress. “You see, we’re willing to make all sorts of requests happen! And with her jumbo size, we’ll be able to get the details right like never before! This time we’ve got Mulberry Mouse, everyone’s favorite toon!” Melnaie would groan out “Hate Him.” before an enterprising loompah forced their hose into her mouth, Wonka laughing, “With a surprise frosting center I suppose! Just don’t split her in half there, we don’t have the space for the leftovers!” It kept Melanie quiet as some other loompahs came by with massive sugared gloves and shoes, fitting them and sticking them into place with frosting. “There go your silly identifying bits. Once we’re done filling you, we’ve got a head to keep you quiet.” The one perched by her head says, patting her worried face. “It’s a bit more fragile, so it’ll take some time to lower, giving us enough time to give you a nice song to get you into the entertaining mood~” Wonka smiled and approved with a nod, ushering the rest of the tour [[into the elevator|Miracle Elevator]] as the music started up… (text-style: "italic")[Oh miss Melanie, with that stick up your butt, Just take a great look at the size of your gut! All those nerdy hobbies can’t help you at all Now that your size can’t be described as small We might sell you off, you’d be great for a laugh We’d make sure to get a nice photograph! To hang up and remember that former nice girl Now only remembered for her chocolate swirl! Don’t worry miss cake pop, your time’s just begun But make no mistake, for you, the tour’s done!”] (set: $mel to 0)

There was a massive drop before a ground shaking *thud* as what looked like a giant apple slammed into his body, already making him curl up a little. It seemed perfect, oozing with caramel, and the hands were already moving, starting to move and press him into the apple, although he really didn’t look happy about it. (text-style: "italic")[ “We know this looks scrum-diddly-umptious already, but there’s a weird and wild secret about this! Since we’re making a biiig push for the fall to do candy apples, this is going to be a show piece! No actual apples and no actual caramel, that’s actually inedible, It’s basically liquid rubber to give it a perfect shine and a perfect bond! For our stoner, it’s so ironic! Guess he doesn’t have to worry about the munchies!”] Looking at wonka, he feigned ignorance about it all, “I mean I was just guessing when I programmed it… Anyways, go ahead and watch, it might be the last time you see him.” For Jeff, the pleasure got a bit muted when he was left alone, but came back as the false apple fell on him. It was quick when they started to wrap him up, and the motion felt good, they even managed to get his face on the outside. A ribbon came down, equally huge and quickly tied him up, leaving just his outer bits above it. He could feel how tight the ribbon was, and the knot managed to be just over what felt like his cock, perfectly ensuring that nothing would ever dare to come out. He was tight over his filling, and felt… mostly useless. Despite the sensation of use, he was just there to look pretty, and the stretching sensation was getting worse, the fake caramel of the apple expanding a bit as it cooled. It had bonded well, and soon he felt taut, the ribbon too close to the apple’s top, ensuring that he was stretched as much as he could without tearing despite him feeling one misstep from breaking. Wonka sighed in relief, “We were hoping to get that done soon anyways. Now, the boring part’s up next, the spraying and treatment. Really we can just watch this from the elevator, then we’ll put him into storage until fall. So go ahead computer, mark him with a logo and get on with it.” as some hands came down in full view of everyone, looking almost like tattoo guns filled with specialized paint as they started airbrushing the Wonka themed logos and patterns onto their new wrapper. Wonka ushered everyone back [[towards the elevator|Miracle Elevator]] without comment, the machine focused on its song and its work as it moved around him, all too eager to get the job done… (text-style: "italic")[ “Good morning all and come see Jeff, Now that he’s finished with our 'Chef'. He was useless, a stoner, just hooked on the weed, But now he’ll service as a call to feed! A pathetic loner with munchies for days And we’ve finally taken him out of his haze. He’s doing a job, his body’s quite right, Showing that apple, an amazing sight! He used to spend his days smoking without care, Now all he’ll need to worry bout is trying not to tear We’ll store him until he’s the perfect fall treat So get out of here you, or a bad fate you might meet~”] (set: $jeff to 0)

It was very easy to send him stumbling forward, especially because once her eyes were on him, he tried his best to straighten up, and you could barely hear his conversation. It seemed to be fruitful as she smiled and started to move, already pulling him close to what looked almost like a throne. She would smile as she lets him sit on it, “There we go!” smiling as she waves $player off, “Go get wonka, he’ll love to see what happens with Richard’s makeover here.” In the time it took $player to get wonka and bring him back, Richard had certainly been changed a bit. He had gone with her behind some glass, and already there was something popping up around the sides of the ‘glass’ around him. The dominatrix smiled and started in on what must have been a usual intro. (text-style: "italic")[“Hey there you guys! It’s me, Loompatrix8! And This here’s my new friend Richard! It’s the same deal as usual, so let’s make him famous, and i’d love to watch the bits roll in for him~”] Wonka chuckles, “She does always know the best way to make money. You should watch the panic once they’ve realized they’ve sold themselves to public opinion is ridiculously fun.” Richard had no idea what he’d signed up for, instead just thinking it was going to be just the dominatrix taking pictures. “Now, do me a favor, and Pose for me darling.” The moment he did so, a flash went off, covering the room with a small notice outside reading (text-style: "underline")[MarkyMurk donated for: Sex Change!][[Whuh oh...|Sexy-Richard End 2]]

The sight of Richard once the flash went back down was indeed really fun. He… Well, She now, had chosen an ironic sexy twist, meant to highlight his cock. Of course now that he didn’t have one, it only pushed it home more, exposing himself to the entire stream. The dominatrix was loving it, clapping at the pose as Richard’s eyes went wide. Before he could complain, the Dominatrix asked “Well aren’t you going to thank them?” which seemed to trigger Richard into looking at the ‘camera’, “Thanks MarkyMurk! I feel so much better now that i’m a girl, TeeHee!” even doing a sexy anime girl pose to finish it off. Afterwards,she looked very nervous, “What’s… Do i have to do that every time one of these perverts changes so-” only to get cut off by another flash, (text-style: "underline")[Jefftacular donated for: Phat ass!] Richard had shifted to a very iconic pose, showing off a newly wonderfully thick ass, looking like she was born with it. The dominatrix in with her didn’t even need to urge her on this time, as she giggled and smacked it, “Thanks Jefftacular! Your pushin’ for my cushion’s given me more cushion for the pushin'!” Richard looked very worried, but before she could confront the dominatrix, the changes started coming in with a faster and faster flashing. Richard was nearly unrecognizable as she came out from the flashes. Somewhere in the middle of all of that she must have fallen because she was on her back, an afro just barely poking out from the sides. She had easily grown around 500 pounds from all of it, her belly absolutely huge. Her thighs were massive as well, she had obviously been a bit of a pear shape even before all of this started, and now that shape was exaggerated to an insane degree. Her arms still wouldn’t escape the massive fattening however, and neither would her breasts. However, all of her looked merely fatty rather than anything purposeful. Her breasts were huge, gut sagged out to the side, unrestrained by any shreds of clothing that had been holding her back. She would struggle and eventually manage to prop herself up on shaking arms, enough to let everyone see her face. She looked rather cute, if it wasn’t for her chubby cheeks. Makeup seemed to be permanently put onto her face, a perfectly feminine one. The dominatrix wasn’t idle when this happened, as she moved, a few massive cushions going underneath her flabby back, and she was eventually propped up permanently, letting her arms relax with a sigh. THe dominatrix turned to the screen and giggled, “Thanks you guys! Instead of a single shout out, I’ll be making a new stream for everyone who helped her blossom into the wonderful fatty she is! And i’m gonna help her explore it too, maybe i’ll sell that video off to pornhug… Oh well. First the song to close out the stream fatty, then we’ll get more intimate.” snapping her fingers, the music started anew, as she jumped on top of Richard’s stomach, laying on the pile of flab so she could sing face to face with her new toy… (text-style: "italic")[“Well lookie here, an internet Celeb! So stuck on her back, like she’s caught in a web. She’d do anything for sex, anything for fame ‘But trixie’ she begs, ‘Aren’t you to blame?’ ‘I used to be popular, fast and sexy but Now i’m just here, stuck ‘cause of my gut’ Well I wasn’t the one that asked to be on stream And i’m not the one with the whole evil scheme I like playing with toys, and some lesbian sex! And my viewers always wonder what’ll happen next! So now you’re the star, your fame can’t be beat! Now let’s sit on your face, hope you know how to eat~”] The wall blanked out, an ominous (text-style: "underline")[*STREAM OVER! SEE YOU NEXT TIME DARLINGS*] right in the middle. It was easy to hear the squealing moans as they got to work, but Wonka ushered you back towards the elevators. “Alright, let’s leave. After all, i’m sure you’ll be able to buy a recording of what they’re doing now [[once you get home…”|Miracle Elevator]] (set: $richard to 0)

Urging the girl forwards, she managed to bump into the female loompah in charge of the stage. Melanie smiled and you could barely hear her explain that she was a pole dancer as well, and it wasn’t hard to see the Loompah’s disbelieving smirk. You could hear a bit of an argument before a bet seemed to be made. The loompah held out a hand, and Melanie shook it, before the older woman pulled her backstage. You might have thought something had happened before Melanie stumbles out on the performance stage, set in almost embarrassing clothing. She would be stumbling out, in a deep purple tank top and a bubblegum pink set of yoga pants. They had some patterns, and people started to clap as the MC welcomed her to the stage. She approached the main pole, as you hear Wonka coming up behind you. “You know, I hope she oiled up before she goes on that pole. It’s a pretty special one, candy canes get sticky after all…” Melanie barely notices the stickiness at first as she does a small sexy turn before jumping onto the pole, managing to latch on with her thighs and attempt to pull off a very sexy looking move, letting her body drape down to rest her back on the pole as she attempted to slide down. Of course that was where the stickiness of the candy cane came in. Her yoga pants ripped off entirely, showing off her pink candy themed underwear. Her t-shirt snapped and just barely held on, but enough of it was stuck that it was just barely holding onto her breasts, conveniently showing off that she hadn’t worn a bra. She would be panicking a little bit, but it was impossible for her to hear over the music. She started to flail a bit, which was exactly the wrong thing to do. “She needs to be careful. The candy tends to have a minimum size requirement…” As everyone watched, Melanie started to bloat, her ass suddenly swelling enough to really press up against the pole, ripping the remnants of her shorts entirely as they swelled impossibly thick and round. “See, the candy is known as the bimbo body pole. It spreads a false silicone under certain areas that’s known to increase sensitivity rather ridiculously. It’s meant to invite groping rubbing as a form of sensual pleasure. It’s a need for them really, and we are certainly ready to serve there. It’s just well… we usually use it in small quantities, until you’ve worked up enough resistance to work the pole, otherwise things might go a bit [[overboard so to speak…|Sexy-Melanie End 2]]

Melanie’s ass was getting bigger by the moment as she grew, her cheeks swelling, even her pussy got in on the action, plumpening up enough that she’d never be able to hide the camel-toe. Her breasts were starting to grow as well, the tube-top she was wearing getting tighter and tighter against her growing body. Even her lips were getting too big, enough to muffle out her worried yelps, not that she was yelping now. The pleasure of it all mingled with the embarrassment of being shown off, and the embarrassment of failing at her supposed talent to create a bit of a new fetish in her, one that was well served by her tits jiggling bigger and bigger while she was twirled in front of them all. By the time she stopped growing, her body was ridiculous. Her breasts had grown beyond what any bra would be able to hold, and despite their unnatural teardrop appearance, her skin was devoid of any stretch marks. Her ass truly swallowed the pole, although it was a little harder to see, and her pussy was straining at the remnants of the shorts she had worn, everything aching to be touched. Her lips were ridiculous, a constant pout on them thanks to their overexaggerated size, and everything seemed to work together to ensure she looked like she was made for the stage. They seemed solid, but light enough to let her move. Her body finally got too big for the sticky pole, or perhaps the candy finally accepted her body size, letting her flop down onto the stage, her face near the pole, lips near the base, and unintentionally showing Everything to the gathered crowd. The loompahs were going wild, many were throwing out money, cheering, taking pictures. The woman in charge of the stage came on to help her up, moving and helping her up. The mere brushing past her breasts had her legs quivering, gasping as she managed to moan out a very easy and very lewd moan out, (text-style: "bold")[“MORE!”] The word seemed to trigger the others as they rushed the stage, guys starting to stroke and kiss, lick and tease at her curves, making her climax over and over, the start of a one woman orgy, showing everyone just how she was feeling. Wonka would sigh, “More nights end like this then don’t… ah well. They’ll end up telling their friends, i’m sure she’ll have a sold out show every night. Don’t despair tour patrons, let’s… hmmm… I know! DJ! Take us out on a song for dear Melanie, I wouldn't ask to interrupt them.” The DJ threw on some synth beats that didn’t manage to be louder then the moans as the singing started, letting you all walk [[towards the elevator|Miracle Elevator]] in style (text-style: "italic")[“So it looks like Mel’s become a pole dancer After her trip with our candy body enhancer Her twists and twirls, no one really cared And she wasn’t too sexy, but no one really dared To tell her she could just let it all go And use her body to make all that sweet dough Now she’ll work here with us, her adoring fans (That is when we’re not drooling at the size of her cans~) And she’ll never be working without legs set apart Now hurry and leave, the orgy’s about to start~] (set: $melanie to 0)

Then there was the breast size. This was such a good program. No way it could be so simple...: [[F or G cups|Sexy-Player Volunteer end 3]] [[Flat Chested|Sexy-Player Volunteer end 3]] [[I’d prefer a big ass really.|Sexy-Player Volunteer end 3]]

After typing it in, the system directed you into a room, the door opening on its own. Slipping away discreetly, you went in and saw the ‘honeymoon suite’ that had been prepared. There was a massive heart shaped bed, a tv nearby and even some champagne had been set down. “Go ahead and strip down, and get ready for the time of your life.” the television said, there was even a large red silk robe there ready for you and a chute for your “outside clothes” that indicated that they’d be put into the laundry first. Stripping down, you put on the robe and eagerly awaited what you thought would be a very sexy girl… The air had stayed filled with aphrodisiacs, and it had kept you hard the entire time as they seeped into your very being. You had at least 3 glasses of the champagne that was nice and sweet. You had never had the alcohol before, and as such had no idea that it should be tasting a little odd, chemicals enhancing your body’s stretchiness to an insane degree tainting your body. Time felt achingly slow, you had been nervous, but that nervousness turned into boredom within two minutes, as you turned on the television to try and distract you from your aching need. Eventually, someone knocked a few times to warn you before stepping through. The anthropomorphic lion walking through the door wasn’t at all what you expected, and he smirked upon seeing you. “Well well. Someone decided to lie and say they were a rather sexy girl. What a shame fer you that We’re into both sides. Looks like you get what you want after all...” as the bull strips down in one quick motion, his body stealing away any words that you might have said. It was obvious that he was a worker, as he was amazingly fit, a full six pack and arms big enough to break you like a twig. His cock was massive, enough that you could tell his pants were special, balls big enough to require specially reinforced underwear. His mane looked surprisingly fluffy, the light brown contrasting well with his otherwise goldenrod fur color. The musk hit you like a freight train, your already achingly hard cock making you moan in pure need as the lion’s pheromones wash over you. He would move over and press his cock against yours, as if measuring it, and grinned as his easily overshadowed yours in every measurement possible. Meanwhile you were attempting not to squirm from the heat from the close contact, you could even feel his heartbeat through his cock as it forced your cock back letting the tip rest against your stomach, worryingly high up on it. “The way We see it, you need to cum… and you know that we can make you. So lean down and give it a kiss, and submit to your alpha.” It was with the barest hesitation that you leaned down and followed through, giving his cock a very faint kiss, the musk filling your nose even more and making you give another, better one. He pulled you off before you could do more than get the tip of his cock in your mouth, your mind feeling like it was filled with a soda’s fizz, enough to make your vision just a bit hazy. He would start to gently rub over your body, the show of submission obviously enough for him to start treating you like one of his subs. “Y’see, We were originally like you. Just a poor helpless guest in Wonka’s domain, and we turned into this. The peak of alpha-ness. It allows all those who consider themselves submissive to give in to their inner desires. It means we already know you will be part of our harem. We simply have to [[show you just how good it can feel…|Sexy-Player Volunteer End 4]]

You could barely focus as he flips you over, moving your limbs and positioning you just right. It was mostly focusing on how warm he was, the feel of his fur against your now nude body, his mane tickling your neck as he sets you up just right. He took a minute to get lubed up and while he was there was a feeling of worry, that all this was somehow just a big joke. The thoughts spiraled upwards until you felt the bed dip as he got in behind you. His legs were neatly bracketing yours as his cock gently pressed against your rear, a solid steady push until the tip of it popped inside. The sensations overwhelmed you with pleasure enough that it took a little while for you to come back to your senses, and by that time he was already halfway inside. The feeling of your body stretching and shifting to accommodate such a massive cock was worrying, but the overall sense of how right this was helped calm you down. He would pull out until the tip was just on the verge of popping out before slamming himself back in harder and deeper, and it was working very well. The surges of pleasure with each thrust would be overwhelming any pain that could conceivably come through it, and idly you noticed you already had your climax, your load splattering ineffectually against the red silk sheets of the heart shaped bed as he kept on pounding you. He would be groping your ass as he did, growling as he did, acting more than a little bit more bestial. It was obvious that he was close to finishing, and instinctively, you braced yourself for the climax. His roar was nearly missed when you had your second orgasm, the intensity of the dry orgasm ratcheting up once he claimed your ass and flooded it with his cum. His cock seemed to flare out just a tiny bit as his balls emptied themselves into your ass, making your stomach swell. You could feel the achingly hot cum force itself through you, all the way enough to get some into your stomach, giving you the sensation of getting a full meal… then beyond that, of having stuffed yourself at a buffet for far more than you should have. It was enough to give you a belch that tasted like it, and the worry that he would overstuff you like an eclair before he stopped, coming down from his orgasm with a few panting huffs, his hands still digging into your ass as if trying to tease out a better handhold. “We’ll be getting this better too. Don’t worry about how puny you are yet. We will plug you up for travel, then we will get you home to get started.” He would move, reaching for the phone he had put on the counter and texting someone, not bothering to do more than pet your rounded middle, as if enjoying how much he filled you. It took only a minute or two for the door to open, and a female voice laughed, “Well, when I asked you to get a new helper, I have to admit I wasn’t thinking of a cum dump. Ah well, the others will love him. Pull out and I’ll plug them up, got the leash too.” Turning to see who had spoken, you might have been a bit surprised to see the female lioness if you hadn’t been so brutally fucked by the lion. Instead it was so easy to see how she just extruded power, more masculinity then you had ever managed to put out, despite being totally nude. She had a decent figure, her DD cup breasts easily able to make most overlook the sculpted abs underneath or muscled thighs. The lion pulled out, but before any of his cum could even hope of spurting out, she slammed a very thick plug in. A ‘tail’ styled like a lion one came out the other side, and it easily plugged you up, forcing you to keep your alpha’s cum inside. Her voice commanded out “Lick up that cum you spilled on the bed.” The sharp command mixed with your alpha’s musk still flooding your brains forced you to follow the order as if it was his, forced into cleaning your own puddle with your tongue as she talked with him. Once You had done a decent enough job by her standards, she went over and slipped a collar around your neck, the tag on it a golden lion’s face. “Come now. We go for home.” The lion says, your alpha reassuring as he takes your lead and leads you back towards the door You had been a bit turned around during the fucking, so walkign back into the Sexy room was certainly a bit of a shock. You were hesitant enough that the others had to yank you forward using the collar, the sudden movement causing a large slosh, enough that a small splash of cum came up onto your tongue, a bit drooling out of the corner of your mouth as everyone in the room stared. The tour guests seemed a bit disturbed, in obvious shock at your body’s state, the nude lion leading you on a leash, his cock gently dripping cum every so often and your lips leaking the same leading all to have the right idea of what had happened. Wonka lets out a chuckle as he notices your tail-plug. “Excuse me. King of the savannah? The loompahs do tend to enjoy a good song. Would you mind very much if they send off your new servant?” The Lioness smirked and nodded, the King openly smiling as he stood outside of the miracle elevator, “Very well, but do try and make it quick.” The loompahs in the room started to gather around you, and as if with an unspoken word, all started to hum and sing in front of everyone before you began your new life serving the lion who held your leash and all of his mates… (text-style: "italic")[Well look at you, you got some action! Cock so big it shoulda put you in traction! Just a lion’s servant, a toy for all the pride Hoping for some more, for just another ride~ They’ll keep you in the savanna, serving every desire Then working you, just like a new hire. Cock warmer at night and pussy licker each morning At least you can’t say we didn’t give you forewarning. Hope you have fun staying by their bedside And being nothing more then the latest lion bride~] (text-style: "underline")[BAD END: AT LEAST YOUR MASTER DOESN'T THINK IT'S ONE. WHOOOO PRIDE!] (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[Cheat Ending]] ]

The machine looked too enticing, and you were too curious to try and stop yourself. Stepping close, the machine seemed to tilt forward just a little, until you were leaning on it. The screen itself would put out a helmet, complete with speakers on, putting it over your head, a screen on the inside turning on, with what looks like a stallion across it. He was obviously anthro, and excellently animated, just enough realism to show how muscled he was. The shot was from the waist up, and some tiny part of yourself was curious to see if Wonka had gotten it entirely anatomically correct. Before you could consider why you had wondered that, it started speaking, its voice deep enough to make your body quiver. (text-style: "bold")[*“Howdy. We’ll get started in a bit, just gotta get a few commercials out of the way. Ah know, this is just a prototype, but still. Gotta figure that all out here before other customers come in. Just relax against me, and We’ll get you figured out.”*] With that, commercials started, the machine warming up a bit and getting much more comfy. Your arms were suddenly supported, as was your stomach. Your legs were similarly supported, and there was a pleasant chocolate smell in the air. Everything felt pleasantly hazy, The commercials were a bit weird, they were all normal ones, or what passed as normal, advertisements for chocolates and candies that seemed like standard wonka ones, but the smell persisted, changing subtly, and every so often, the audio would glitch, sending a tone rocketing through your mind. Any resistance or worry you had built up would just get smashed to pieces with that tone, relaxing you back all the way, until eventually, the stallion came back onto the screen, but things looked... [[different about him|Sexy-Player BS End 2]]

(text-style: "bold")[*"There we go. Hey there cowpoke. You came here and strapped yourself in because you wanted to learn how to be a real man, right? It’s everything you’ve ever wanted."*] The horse anthro was fully naked, and anatomically correct. A massive horsecock, full balls, all were swinging openly in virtual wind, as he stood, in just a vest, showing off impressive abs, and a cowboy hat of course. His voice sounded weird, almost like two people were talking at once, and it allowed his words to sink into your head, replacing your thoughts with his. Of course you wanted to be a real man! He must be, and he was going to teach you. That's why you were strapped in, why you were so eager to get started! (text-style: "bold")[*"You see, Real Men are concerned about pleasure, about giving it, and receiving it. See, that's all that really matters. Don't you want to be a Real Man and love the pleasure you'll be in?"*] He was moving and shaking as he gave a teasing dance, showing off more of that cock as he wiggled his hips. It still wasn't hard, but your mind couldn't focus on that. You had to be worried about pleasure! It's everything a Real Man should worry about! and if you were grinding against the machine a bit, hoping you'd get a little spike of it, that must be okay… (text-style: "bold")[*"Real Men Don't even use their cocks. Real Men don’t feel any pleasure from their cocks. A Real Man uses their ass, and loves it. They know that their ass is the best way to get any pleasure, and the best way to give it”*] This one got repeated a few times, and every repetition sunk it deeper into your mind. After all, it wasn’t exactly normal… I mean you weren't a real man yet. That was why you were here, getting lessons from a real man! The grinding against the machine had entirely stopped. After all, it was useless. Each repetition had lowered the pleasure threshold so much that it felt more like rubbing your arm, totally useless. (text-style: "bold")[*“Would you like to be a Real Man?”*] The question suddenly filled your mind. The answer was so obvious, enough that the helmet clanked and clattered a bit from the nodding you did. (text-style: "bold")[*“Such a good boy… We’re going to help you become one. You’ll be a Real Man once we’re done. You just have to give us the go ahead. Say it. Just say the words, and I’ll make your dreams come true…”*] [[I want to be a Real Man|Sexy-Player BS End 3]]

As soon as you said it, things started to move a lot faster. Something moved, silently cutting off your clothes, and exposing that ass as the horse started to move, getting close to a machine that looked just like the one you had mounted yourself on. (text-style: "bold") [*“Just let everything happen. I know you’re jealous of me, but just watch and let your mind fill with what being a Real man is. Pleasure, the perfect ass, and using it~”*] While he talked, something injected itself into each of your asscheeks, as you saw a cock approach him from offscreen. Your ass grew, plumping up in both size and sensitivity as you watchd him take it in, his ass close enough to the side of the screen that you couldn’t tell What was fucking him, instead it focused more on the show of pleasure. His cock hung limply despite the clear bliss on his face, even his tongue hung out a little bit as the anthro horse enjoyed everything that was happening. The background colors were shifting and swirling, the changing to your mind even more obvious now, but everything that had changed in you had stopped your ability to do anything about it. The ache to be a Real Man was replaced by pure envy and jealousy as he was fucked. That need and aching arousal replaced everything in your mind, your thoughts lost in the sea of arousal, the changes happening to your body drowned out by the lusty need. Your ass had thickened nicely, becoming bigger than even most supermodels you had seen. Even your asshole had thickened up a little bit, puckering up into a doughnut as you gripped the arm-rests tight. The whole machine swiveled and moved, the top folding in half to let you lay on it, the cushiony sides now a bit better, the machine holding you up effortlessly as it moves. A shell came up and encased your front half, and you could feel a bit of a breeze happening below your waist. (text-style: "bold")[*“We’ve set you up on a wall so any guy can use that ass of yours. A Real Man provides for others after all. Let me sing you your new fucking song and you can get down to it.”*] The horse groans, as you feel someone teasingly spanking your ass, sending your pleasure spiking. A bit of music started up in your helmet, as you could feel people lining up behind you , ready to get to work on your ass. The horse himself started to sing, just as the first one penetrated you, sending a huge spike of pleasure through your brain to sear the song into your new slutty mind (text-style: "underline")[*I know now what a real man does And it’s got me all abuzz. Takes it in the ass day and night And tries to keep his asshole tight! Greedy buttslut just for Pleasure Being used for common leisure! Don’t worry, i’ll make sure you can cum As everyone can see what you’ve become. Now lean against me watch the screen ‘Cause you’re one lean mean fucking machine~*] (text-style: "italic")[BAD END! GUESS YOU'RE THE BUTT OF THE JOKE!] (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[Cheat Ending]] ]

Richard seemed to have no idea that the entire console was made for studying mascots. The system seemed to have just been turned on and left, as behind, on a small console, a rather innocuous command stood out in a slightly blinking box. (text-style: "underline")[Analysis complete: Begin Guided Mascotification?] [[You press Yes, then scoot away, feigning innocence|Tv-Richard End]] [[You decide to walk back first|The Sexy Room]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: Richard gets put into a mascot suit, a big anthro tanuki, tries to get out only to reveal he's now as fat as the tanuki was, then stuffed back into the suit and put into real life to work as wonka's mascot. Mascot TF, Suiting w/ changes, Fattening, Forced dressing, mentions of almost nullification]

Clicking ‘yes’ was a rather obvious trap for Richard, but you still weren’t expecting what happened. In a loud Zap, Richard found himself in a blank void as he looked back out at everyone, who had now gathered around him, “Wonka!” he says, sounding a little panicked. “Look, just get me out of here, and i won’t tell anyone this happened!” To his credit, wonka tried to, only to find his fingers meeting the glass of a computer monitor, “Oh no… Listen, Richard! There’s an actual output there, so just hold on through it all and then you’ll get out, i’m sure of it!” before the program started up. (text-style: "italic")[“Hey there, and welcome to our mascotification process! It’s so lovely to see a tour, This might be recorded for a future date, so try not to curse~”] seeming entirely nonchalant that it had basically captured a human. “Now, First, the suit!” The background suddenly changed, suddenly instead of the void, he was in an animated representation of the candy garden, his body looking a lot less realistic to fit in with it. “First, we’ve got to let Wonky the Raccoon come out and play. Just take a deep breath and say ‘We’ve got candy!’. Richard seemed a lot less enthusiastic to do so, but he didn’t notice his new almost animated nature as he did so, sounding very unenthusiastic as he says “We’ve got candy?” summoning up the mascot. ‘Wonky’ literally fell into the room with a visible (text-style: "italic")[ “Oof!”] before getting up. He licked the chocolate dirt off of his arms with an exaggerated moan of pleasure, letting everyone get a good look at him. He was a japanese tanuki, an odd style of raccoon, and he certainly looked to be happy enough. He had a truly massive stomach, his cock seemingly ‘hidden’ behind a wonka-themed loincloth for decency’s sake, but his balls were massive, hanging a bit past his knees. He was wearing a straw hat made out of wonka wrappers. His head was a bit over-exaggerated as well, a bit large, and the rest of his body looked pretty average for his fattened, near 600 pound appearance. His fur was a chocolate brown, and he was already giggling at his clumsy nature. (text-style: "italic")[“Hey there! Hope you wear me well!”] With a snap, his body seemed to deflate and flop forward, opening up like a suit. Richard looked even more uncertain, but hands seemed to help prop up ‘Wonky’ to let Richard step in. Wonka himself had to urge him on, “Look, If you don’t, then the program might take drastic measures. Just relax and go with the flow, then we’ll deal with things later.” Richard wasn’t exactly put at ease by this, but he ‘agreed’ and stepped into the suit. The hands helped to prop it up, as he got his body stretched out inside, waiting until he was settled to [[put on the suit’s head.|TV-Richard End 2]]

Watching the suit readjust was certainly interesting, as soon it didn’t seem like a suit at all. He was blinking, stretching himself out, “I suppose it isn’t too bad-” only to trip over his own two feet, falling and rolling out of frame and into a new one, landing in a heap against a massive goal post. The shot seemed like something out of a cartoon as a football field stretched out in front of him, a shining door seen vaguely on the other side. (text-style: "italic")[“Now, We’re going to prove your mascot-y-ness! Make it to the end for a sweet surprise! Just watch out for-”] The focus zoomed in on the other side’s goal post, a candy bar tied to it to urge Richard forward. Richard’s stomach roared as loudly as the lion did at the beginning of movies, and before the warning could be continued, Richard was off and waddling as fast as he could towards it. The ‘narrator’ seemed to shift tone, mocking the usual sports presenter as they start off (text-style: "italic")[“Good evening toon fans and welcome to the ‘nuki bowl 69 here at the historic wherever-we-are, and our first contender is on the field. Let’s see how he does…”] Of course what followed was pure humiliation for Richard. The toony antics weren’t in any way fun for him, no matter how humorous they were for everyone watching. The laughing from outside only seemed to make things worse as every failed lunge for a grip, or helpless kick to his now massive nuts or wafting floating dive towards a pie only served to reinforce how unnatural he now was. By the time he was at the end and finally grabbed the chocolate bar by jumping a few times and forcing the goal post down. However, in doing so, he was more than a little upset, and was already pushing at the head of his suit, managing to pull it all the way off and toss it to his feet, with a loud roar of discontent. Wonka blinked, seeming honestly impressed. “Oh no… You really shouldn’t have done that. Richard, you should quickly put it back on!” but Richard wouldn’t be hearing much of anything, already full fledged in a cursing stream. “And fuck all this bullshit with my fucking nuts. I mean seriously, i was considered for the all american team in my district! This stupid mascot bullshit is…” only to freeze once he got the suit off with the same sound of a suction cup coming off, the sight underneath was shocking. Richard had originally been just a twig in the suit, but either the toony challenges or the food that he had eaten to get to the other side had irrevocably changed him. Now the suit fit extremely tight around him, like a second skin. Even his balls had grown massive, and the suit flopped out thin enough to be like a sheet of paper. He could stare down at his body, too fat to even see his belly button, and sweaty enough to make everything smell very musky. The sight shocked him, “I wasn’t… but this wasn’t… how…” but what he should have been doing was running for the exit. The ‘sports commentator’ act had fallen, the narrator now sounding entirely mechanical as he did something unexpected. (text-style: "bold")[ ERROR. UNKNOWN SPECIMEN IN MASCOT FIELD. QUERY… SUIT MALFUNCTION. SOLUTION: ENSURE NON-MALFUNCTION] as gloved hands come out of nowhere to snatch the wonka bar Richard held and hold it up towards the sun… Richard was more than a little confused at the sudden motion before the hands smacked together, covering all of them in the chocolate residue. Only when they descended on him did he start trying to waddle out, but it was far too late. (text-style: "bold")[ Just Hold Still Richard! Chocolate’s Sticky Enough, Your Suit Won’t Slip Again!] He would be squealing, but the hands would easily be pushing him around, smearing it over him before bringing the suit back, letting him literally trip into it as it forcibly suits him up again. True to its word, it didn’t seem to need adjusting and it wasn’t slipping. Instead, they picked up the head, and jammed it back onto him before pushing him towards that glowing doorway. Wonka seemed frantic, “You need to stop, that’s the exit! Currently your form is the mascot, if you come out…” but it was too late, the program [[forcing him out. |Tv Richard End 3]]

With a massive mechanical noise, Richard would appear, in his full tanooki glory. He would still be massively fat, but instead of someone in a costume, he would be real and in the flesh. He gasped out, eyes wide as he looked around. He was easily a foot shorter than wonka, but massively wide, and that chocolatey musk filled the air. “Wh-what happened? I don’t…” before seeing his reflection. His eyes widened, and he moved, wincing as he tried to pull off the head only to fully feel it. “This can’t… W-wonka, why the fuck can I feel all of it! It’s like i’m really a tanooki…” before his hands go down to his loincloth. He would attempt to move it aside, only to find it permanently affixed to him. “Why Can’t i… Wh-why is my cock trapped underneath this stupid thing!” He moved to try and threaten wonka into some answers, only for his clumsy nature to suddenly make a reappearance. He was sent hurtling into the computer that had changed it, wrecking it with a particularly painful sounding crash that drew the other loompahs around. His eyes went wide as he stared at the destroyed computer, “I didn’t mean to… i-i’m sorry!” only for wonka to wince. “That was the only way we could send you back. I-i’m sure you can work as a mascot to pay it off...but our loompahs might take awhile…” He whined, muttering out a “no fair…” as the assembled loompahs started to hum and sing to get their new mascot feeling better, the rest of you going to the [[Miracle Elevator]] (text-style: "italic")[Just look at you, mascot from Japan So hard to tell you were once a man! With balls so huge and a small cock bulge You won’t be able to indulge No pleasure but eating and feeding that gut Even though in your dreams, it’s a woman you’d rut! Stuck as a PG mascot, with a future so bright And just look at your body, it is quite a sight! We’ll keep your body a secret just for us ‘Cause you’re just our mascot now, all without any fuss~] (set: $richard to 0)

A panel on the back garden wall was leaning slightly ajar, a candy branch managing to keep it open. It was easy to tell that things would go pretty wildly off the rails if you went back there, that it wouldn’t even seem like a tour at that point, but then again, you could see some new sights, maybe mess with Wonka himself… The question seemed to be [[Step Through|The Backstage Intro]] or [[Go Back|Candy Gardens]]

Stepping behind the opened panel was a bit easy, the panel swinging closed behind you with a light *snap* leaving you in a rather narrow pathway, lots of metal beams above to keep the candy garden’s walls looking perfect. It was a bit time consuming to get by but soon you got to a centralized hub, thankfully deserted thanks to the tour and the workday. There was a large package nearby, and opening it, you could find a “Welcome Pack” for new employees. Inside were 4 things. First was a rather sizable stack of ‘Wonkabux’, the currency for employees to buy things in the factory. Second was a company issued ID, a strange barcode on it. Third was a small packet of tools, a bit abnormal but they were pretty high quality, and finally a Map, showing you a pretty clear route to a few places as you stumble forward into [[A crossroads|The Backstage]] { (set: $money to 1)(set: $id to 1)(set: $tools to 1) (set: $porn to 1)(set: $foreman to 1)(set: $ai to 1) }

There seemed to be 4 clear places to go that might provide something to deal with Wonka. (if: $foreman is 1)[There was a [[Foreman’s Office]] that had some appeal, especially if you could get on their good side.] (if: $porn is 1)[An interesting spot was the [[Porn Studio]]. It took up a fair amount of space, so there was probably a few interesting props or such.] (if: $ai is 1)[ [[AI Room]] was also labeled on there rather prominently, any futuristic gadgetry would probably come from there, if you could get away with it.] There was a rather odd looking hallway, simply labeled "[[Isolation Corridor]]" off to the side. There was of course [[Wonka’s Office]] but that might not end well, he would surely know you’ve been snooping around, unless you've got a way to deal with him. You could also look into [[Your Inventory]] if you were curious about what you still had on hand.

Walking up to the doorway, you could be excused for considering it to be pretty compatible with any other worker’s office you’ve ever seen. Stepping through, it was easy to see how busy he was. A desk stood in front of you, with a table behind it, stocked full of stacked papers. [[You could back away before bothering him, but...|The Backstage]] He looked up with a bit of surprise to see you standing there. “Pretty sure you were supposed to be on the tour… Fine. You wanna help out or what?” (if: $money is 1)[ [[You slide the money across the table. "I need some advantage to get rid of Wonka. This should be a big enough tip for that, no?"|Foreman Wrong]] ] (if: $tools is 1)[ [[He might appreciate a gift, and a good craftsman usually wants some tools! Slide him the toolbag|Foreman Right]] ] (if: $spoiler is 1)[ SPOILER: The toolbag is the right choice. The Money will make him turn you into a living vat with your cock thumping it constantly as an aroused agitator. Body modification, cock growth, immobility, Slight inflation, permanence.]

The studio area was ovbiously in use, but surprisingly quiet thanks to them being professional sets. The buildings seemed to be of a few different sizes, everything from room sized to warehouse sized, but before you could get too close, there was a gate, and standing in front of it was a rather rough looking loompah with sunglasses and a surprisingly dressy shirt. Once you stepped in front of him, he raises an eyebrow, expecting something. [[You walk away, deciding not to press your luck.|The Backstage]] (if: $money is 1)[ [[You decide to try and offer him the money. After all, no-one else is looking...|Studio - Right]] ] (if:$id is 1)[ [[Your Id should get you inside, right? After all, this was in the factory! No problem at all!|Studio - Wrong]] ] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: The Money is the right choice. The ID instead will lead him into berrying you and having his loompa 'actors' use you for sex as more of a prop then anything else. (cue the 'tresspassers will be prostituted' joke) Slight Berrification, immobility, orgy, costumes, implied permanence.]

The Artificial Intelligence room was surprisingly open and modern. It was circular in shape, with a massive screen in front, servers on the outside behind some glass and a platform complete with a scanner in front. Coming close seemed to turn the computer on, waiting for something. The moment you stepped close to it however, it lit up softly, "Good evening. Please state your name and identification." [[The door's still open, you could just leave|The Backstage]] (if: $id is 1)[ [[Fortunately you have an Id! You present it for scanning.|AI Right]] ] (if: $tools is 1)[ [[You have a fair amount of tools, gotta be useful for forcing the computer to comply with what you want. |Ai Wrong]] ] (if: $spoiler is 1)[ SPOILER: The ID is the right choice. The tools gets you digitized, and kept on a constant edging pleasure. Inanimate TF-ish, Advertisement-fication, Posing, Slight Exhibitionism.]

Wonka's office, his actual one, was rather impressive. His actual chair was massive, desk a rich mahogany with a matching dresser nearby big enough for you to hide in As for things to mess with wonka: (if: $bonbon is 1)[You have a bonbon marker, set so the factory considers what it's on a bonbon. [[You could put the sticker on his Chair...|Wonka Foreman End]] ] (if: $berry is 1)[You have a thumbtack meant to cause a 'modern berry transformation' from the porn studios. That doesn't bode too well for him [[if you were able to sneak it onto his chair or something...|Wonka Porn End]] ](if: $digi is 1)[You have a raygun meant to 'digitize' whoever it hits right from the AI of the factory. You could [[hide in the dresser and zap him with it.|Wonka AI End]] ] [You could just [[Hide in the dresser and hope for the best!|Player Wonka End]] ] [[Or you could go back to the crossroads and try to explore and find some other new things... |The Backstage]] (if: $bonbon and $spoiler is 1)[ SPOILER for Bonbon marker: Wonka gets turned into a massive chocolate bonbon. Inflation with chocolate ganashe, permanence, shrinking, slight implied vore.] (if: $berry and $spoiler is 1)[ SPOILER for 'modern berry' thumbtack: Wonka gets turned into a berry themed porn star. Male to Female TF, Blue skin, Breast and Ass growth, implied fucking, Lactation, Height Reduction, Implied pornography] (if: $digi and $spoiler is 1)[ SPOILER for digitization raygun: Wonka gets turned into a digital 'pet' for folks to mess with. Digitization, Lots of implied stuff (one sentence each): Vore, shrinking, blimping, fat, M/m. Implied permanence. ] (if:$spoiler is 1)[ SPOILER for hiding in dresser: Hiding in the dresser doesn't end well for you. Pretty much clean. Loompa TF, slight brainwashing/hypnosis.]

Looking into what you're carrying: (if: $money is 1)[You've still got a stack of Wonkabux, the premier currency for dealings within wonka's factory.] (if: $id is 1)[You have an Employee id, no picture but it had a scannable barcode.] (if: $tools is 1)[You have a small bag of very good quality specialized tools, ovbiously never used.] As for things to mess with wonka: (if: $bonbon is 1)[You have a bonbon marker, set so the factory considers what it's on a bonbon.] (if: $berry is 1)[You have a thumbtack meant to cause a 'modern berry transformation' from the porn studios. That doesn't bode too well for him.] (if: $tf is 1)[you have a thumbtack meant to cause someone to embody 'Transformation', whatever that means, from a porn studio] (if: $digi is 1)[You have a raygun meant to 'digitize' whoever it hits right from the AI of the factory.] (else:)[you don't have anything yet.] Now that you've checked, you may want to go back to [[those crossroads|The Backstage]]

Pocketing the money he chuckles. “Tell ya what.” he says as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out what looks like a few different thumbtacks in plastic containers, “Prick a prick with this, they’ll change into a loompette. One of Our girls with an all encompassing desire for a fetish of ours. I'll let you have one.” as he hands you [[one labeled Berry, but it seemed very new. "It's the new type, no big bloated berry, instead it's closer to a nice sexy only mildly bloated one!" before sending you back out.|The Backstage]] (set: $berry to 1)(set: $porn to 0)

He grins as you talked about the old school stuff, “Yeah. Considering we basically started that fetish, it’s really understandable. See, there’s tons of folks that love what comes next. All kinds of porn about folks growing, but not too much about what to do when they’re swollen.” As he leads you towards one of the bigger houses, he slaps your ass, a sudden sharp pain belying the fact that he stuck you with something, a strange looking thumb-tack. Instantly your head felt woozy, and your body slumped, “Shhh… just relax. When you wake up, you’ll be helping that fetish along more than you know…” It was wildly disorienting the first night. They hadn’t even let you experience the swelling, explaining later that they didn’t want you to pop in your panic, but they were entirely willing to let a group of loompahs and loompettes crawl all over you, an orgy with your oversensitive blueberry body at the center of it all. It was filmed, and they finally got you to gush some juice, but it was so chaotic and you hadn’t orgasmed quite that hard before, each gush taking more out of you that you were half deflated, still very immobile when you passed out. The next week would be far slower, as varying ‘masters’ or ‘mistresses’ taught you the perfect way to save up juice before a nice gushy orgasm. Training was similar to teaching a dog a trick, a certain frequency vibration on the bed triggering your entire body to clench up, a big gushing orgasm, and then you’d pass out, sleeping until the next scene. The next week… well, you stopped being the new oddity and started [[really setting in...|Studio - Wrong 2]]

Seeing such a blatant bribe seemed to offend the hard working foreman and he frowned for just a second. He hid it well as he gets up, “Yeah. Suppose i can get something to work with this.” as he takes the money. “C’mon, let’s go show ya what we can do.” ushering you ahead of him as he guides you towards the production facilities. He kept you moving in front of him before you got to a very advanced looking assembly line. There were a few loompahs working, and all of them looked very intelligent, and the foreman smiled, telling you “Look, it’s one of his secrets, why he doesn’t get changed or anything is a treatment we give. So get up there, and we’ll even the playing field for you.” urging you forward. Once you were on the platform a glass wall lowered around you, “Just let the spray get everywhere on your body. You don't want to have any weak spots.” By the time the words sunk in and you realized something was wrong, the coating was already over your body, your clothing having been eaten away by the chemicals. It didn’t seem to be hurting you as your lower half started to swell outwards. It was as if someone was blowing into your body as it shifted, getting taller before getting much much wider. At the end of it all you had a misshapen Tear-drop shaped body, your legs and feet hardened stiff to provide a balanced ‘stand’ for the rest of your body. Worryingly enough your cock and balls had grown, your cock getting thick and tall, big enough to be as tall as your widened lower half, but your balls, as sensitive as they were, seemed to help balance you as much as your body did. A few arms came down, lifting and slotting your body into your own ‘stall’, a tv already playing an older superhero movie to entertain you for what seemed like [[a considerable length of time.|Foreman Wrong 2]]

Taking the tools as the offer of goodwill that they seemed to be, he smiled. “Well, I guess you really do wanna help out… Tell you what.” he moves and grabs a beacon. “Thanks to our idiotic ‘leader’ some bonbons have been misplaced. If you find one, activate this, and the robots will take care of the rest. Just be careful, the robots can’t exactly tell things apart.” Waving you off, he took the tools and left, leaving you [[back in the hallways.|The Backstage]] (set: $foreman to 0) (set: $bonbon to 1)

The computer scans the ID and seems to take it on faith that you were who the card says you were, "Welcome. I understand through neural scans that you wish to punish an employee here. This can be easily arranged." A small drawer opens, showing what looks like a toy gun inside. "Shoot this digitizer at the employee in question, and they will be put in for employee entertainment and improvement." considering they didn't seem to worry about it, you took the 'digitizer' and [[left the room|The Backstage]] (set: $digi to 1) (set: $ai to 0)

You hadn’t taken two steps before some hands flew out and grabbed you. A moment of disorientation before a strange looking raygun came forward and with a (text-style: "italic")[ZZZAP] had you very suddenly in what looked like the same room, just without any sort of exit there. “Naughty Naughty! And it seems you’re going to have to help us instead of going on tour, an opening in the Advertisement division… Now, most of the time when folks see digital advertisements, it’s just a little too unnatural. Uncanny Valley and all that, but Now… Now I’m gonna have perfectly natural looks, reactions, All of it!” Before you could ask what that meant, or try and figure out, the feeling of invisible hands pressed on, posing you over and over, sometimes Wonka branded products were summoned in. Each pose and subsequent picture sent a spike of pleasure through your head in order to get a genuine smile from you. Time wasn’t really a factor as you were put through pose after pose, the pleasure too much to let you think, but too little to allow for any unsightly bulges. Worryingly, there wasn’t any sign of stopping from the AI as it kept going, hours straight of looking forward at the camera, of minute changes in posture and position to allow for things. “Don’t worry! Almost done. Just another thousand and you’ll be [[ready to help out our brand!” | Ai - Wrong 2]]

(set: $farm to 0) The room was just as staggering as the candy gardens with the same general feel as being actually Outside without being outside. The space was divided easily between the grassy road and pastures going up towards the barn and the red-shingled barn itself. The pasture seemed to be open for grazing, a few cows hanging out between there and the barn itself, the closed section of it holding a few admittedly Very cute miniature donkeys. The barn itself was divided neatly in half between chickens and golden egg laying geese, both sections seeming fairly productive, the animals larger then pretty much anything in nature. Wonka seemed content to just let you all run around, as if you were kids that needed to get energy out. He was standing off on the side, [[just texting on his phone|Farm-Wonka]] { (if: $richard is 1) [ Richard was over by the cows, seemingly just hanging out and looking some stuff up on his phone, as if he was researching something. [[Certainly rather odd...|Farm-Richard]] ] (If: $melanie is 1) [ Melanie was outside looking at the donkeys, making cute noises and encouraging them to look over at her. [[What's up with That?|Farm-Melanie]] ] (if: $veronica is 1) [ Veronica was staring at the geese laying the golden eggs, so distracted that you could probably [[Ask her about it|Farm-Veronica]] ] (if: $jeff is 1) [ Jeff was laying on his back outside, just relaxing on the grass and watching the fake clouds roll by. ] }

He blinks and looks up as you approach. "You sure you don't wanna explore a little more?" [["Yeah, let's get out of here."|Miracle Elevator]] [["When you say it like that, let's stay for a bit!|The Farm Room]]

Veronica was inside of the barn, staring at the golden egg laying geese. There was pure greed in those eyes, the golden eggs just looking too nice to her. All you'd need to do is pretend you were about to move in and claim them, then she'd probably do something rash... [[Walk away for now to let her fantasize|The Farm Room]] [[Pretend to rush towards the geese, no way she can ignore That...|Farm Veronica End]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: Girl to Female goose, implifed oviposition, WG.]

Stepping forward, you were able to see what he was looking up. It seemed he was interested in the benefits of raw milk. It was very ovbious that he wasn't exactly used to being around animals. You could probably urge him into doing something a bit ill-advised, especially in such a wierd factory. [[Nah, let's just head back for now|The Farm Room]] [["Did you know, Raw milk is supposed to be really good for you?"|Farm Richard End]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: Guy into Cow TF, Weight Gain, Udder growth, implied milking]

Melanie seemed to be finding the tiny donkeys pretty cute, and upon coming up to her, she seemed a little dissappointed that you weren't as excited as she was about them all. Of course you were a little distracted by the fully grown donkey in the fields behind her. Of course you could say something... [["You know, not all of them are cute, right?"|Farm Mel End]] [[Nah, Walk back, let her have her moment|The Farm Room]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: Female into Very male Feral donkey. Implied intellegence loss, Cock and ball growth, everything else you'd assume out of a donkey TF]

The simple statement of ‘You’re wrong’ should be good enough to respond with, but Mel seemed to Need to prove you wrong, jumping out past the fence towards the donkey as she grumbles, determined to prove you wrong it seems. Of course she didn’t realize she wasn’t wearing the right shoes for a tromp through the mud, so falling was inevitable. Falling so wrong that she skidded down the donkey’s back and splattering into mud however was hilarious, at least until she came back up with a donkey’s muzzle, a massive worried (text-style: "bold")[“HAW”] the response and gathering everyone’s attention. Wonka winced as he said “Melanie dear, go ahead and stay still, my machine will make sure you’re well taken care of.” Seeming both worried and excited about his new ‘experiment’ bearing fruit. Melanie of course didn’t listen and instead struggled a few times, each time ruining a bit more of her outfit and covering herself in mud in a blind panic. By the end of it, both her hands and feet had shifted into hooves and she had started on her fur growth without realizing it, only stopping because that machine of wonka had picked her up, Wonka ushering everyone forward towards a small assemblage of machines. “Now, be quick now, this is truly history in the making! You see, we have two types of donkeys here. The one she was interacting with was one of the cute fluffy ones, but we also have the workaholic ones, and i think she’s got a good chance of going into those! She’ll be so useful around the gardens...” as she gets placed directly into one of the machines. The first one was of course a bath, and everything about it seemed to get rid of most of her old body, scrubbing away mud and dirty clothes to leave her stumbling out on new legs, on all fours and mostly covered in fur. Already her new face and head looked natural, the fur spreading down towards her rear end, as you could all see something both horrifying and wondrous happening. Her pussy had shifted, much to her dismay, lots of braying signaling the change, as her new cock not only grew out, but also grew in size, becoming very equine and very impressive compared to any guy you had ever seen. Wonka almost flinched before nodding, “Yep. Definitely a worker.” Two massive balls coming in as well to match the cock. “Now, the good news is that the factory knows just what will drive her changing mind, and we’ll make sure to keep her at it.” As the machine picks her up, taking her away from the rather cutesy looking grooming station and towards a rather [[odd looking one instead|Farm Mel End 2]]

A quick motion after your body finished forced a nozzle down your throat, a sudden gushing bypassing your taste buds as it filled your newly massive gut. It half-filled you before a shivering *Click* Changed what you were filling with a rushing of what felt like sand but was undoubtedly some fancy type of sugar before a few more ingredients finished with a gush. By the time it was done, your gut was full, but it wasn’t too far up. It started to churn and bubble inside of you, some chemical reaction between them forcing the ingredients to slosh around, the sensation causing a very bizarre form of pleasure within you. Before too long you recognized your arousal peaking and with it came what seemed to attempt to be an erection. Unfortunately, your new body’s design didn’t exactly help with it, your erection beating back against what used to be your belly like a drum. The foreman comes by an hour later, grinning as he explains. “So, we’ve had this chocolate that we’ve wanted to make, Ultra Delux, fancy enough to make Bill Gates broke on it, but the problem is that it doesn’t like machinery, too much taste. So since you’ve been sneaking around here anyway, We told Wonka we caught an intruder and he gave us the go-ahead. Don’t worry. You’re not gonna move until we want to empty you out and put a new batch in, and that’ll be a few years from now.” The pleasure had kept everything to a dullness that seemed focused on trying to get more of it even if you couldn’t move or lean or do anything but sit back and belch up the occasional chocolate fumes. “We’ll keep you on that TV, so just relax and keep refining it.” before leaving you to your new long-term assignment... (Bad End: You’ve got the perfect gut for factory work! Mwahahaha!) (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[Cheat Ending]] ]

After most of a year, your ‘coworkers’ stopped trying to involve you in conversation, and to be honest, most days you found trouble speaking. It was all the juice, too swollen for it. Every time you woke up you’d be stretched to your limit, still stranded in that green-screen bedroom so they could just CGI in some exotic locale. They had kept green mittens on your hands for a while now, not that you bothered to wiggle them, green booties for your feet, and regularly had you in a mask, or using some makeup, or at times a full mascot head, even forgetting to take that sort of things off your face, you had to simply get used to passing out while wearing one after you do your job. As they shifted your body, staining the day’s pattern of old juice onto your berry flesh, you could barely hear the director. “Berry short number 350, This one’s generic for the blue, so we’ll just fix it in post, go ahead.” You felt your mind going blank, getting ‘ready’ for your ‘role’ as they started to act, a last thought before you had to focus on doing your job. “At least I’m still popular enough for the videos…” (Bad End: You've got the perfect look for propwork! Hahaha!) (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[Cheat Ending]] ]

The thousand was over before you knew it as suddenly you were looking out into Wonka’s office. You were posing hungrily at a nearby jpeg of a chocolate bar, and any motion of the mouse sent that same jolt of pleasure through your head. The moment he made eye contact with ‘you’ was even ‘better’, as only your face was visible. You couldn’t act on any arousal, you felt like an exhibitionist at the peak of pleasure from just that disinterested glance. A moment of approval and Wonka sent you out. You were instantly beamed into thousands upon thousands of computers as nothing more than annoying pop-up advertisements, Your body frozen as nothing more than a generic face for Wonka’s AI. In the middle of the pleasure, knowing it would stay from now on, it teased you. “Congratulations. Ratings are already up! Don’t worry. In a few months, it’ll be time for the Easter rebranding after all…” (Bad End: You’ve got the perfect face for clickbait! Hehehe!) (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[Cheat Ending]] ]

Planting the tracker on his chair was very easy, and wonka had no idea he had activated it when he sat down back in his office chair, so eager to set things into motion with all of his new toys. He had no idea his desk and chair was slowly moving upwards, not until the chair itself seemed to fall down a chute with a sudden and very surprised yelp. His computer immediately changed to show the surface of a vat that appeared to hold some chocolate, showing a wonka struggling out of it with a few choice words on how ‘inappropriate of a joke this was’. He had no way of noticing the hose descending on him from above, snaking its way down towards his mouth. The moment he noticed it, it struck, forcing its way into his mouth and forcing him back into the chocolate vat. It took some time for him to ‘finish’ growing, making his way back up only every so often, and each time it looked like it was more random and less of his own struggles. He was bigger and bigger as well, seeming almost fatter until you realized it wasn’t weight that was piling on, it was that he was being filled. After around 5 minutes of it a scoop finally came down, [[pulling wonka out of the vat. |Wonka Foreman End 2]]

Setting the odd looking ‘thumb-tack’ on his chair was easy enough, rather nicely camouflaged with the pattern that was on the chair. The sudden (text-style: "italic")[Yelp] that came out from it was very satisfying. “What in the world…’ as he managed to pick up the thumbtack, looking at the design of it. Of course you had a great view of him turning blue, his gloves and long-sleeves obscuring that fact for him as you saw every bit of open skin turn that deep violet. Something must have shifted in his mind, because he stiffened up, before outright running out of the room, leaving you to give chase. It wasn't hard to track the trail of destruction Wonka wreaked on his track towards something, until you finally realized where he was going. He was heading back into the porno studio, already having run into one of the warehouse sized rooms. The bouncer stopped you from following. [["He'll be out soon."|Wonka Porn End 2]]

It was so easy to zap him when he got into the office, the computer displaying the simple “Come back to the AI room” with you giving the time to wreck the office before going back. Going back it was easy to see what had happened, Wonka had been digitized, and had seemingly been put into a few ‘hypothetical scenarios’ at once. The varying screens that once comprised the AI’s ‘face’ were now covered with Wonka himself, being teased or taken care of or fucked or messed with by varying participants. The AI seems pleased, “Ah, Welcome. You see, We’ve had these virtual pet booths for a while, but no-one ever really used them thanks to My pet creations being a bit off. Fortunately now, Wonka himself has fixed that sort of problem.” Watching every instance was rather fascinating. There were all kinds of scenarios happening at once, and the AI seemed proud. “He is feeling all of them at once, I believe if not for my intervention he would have [[gone a bit crazy from it all.”|Wonka AI End 2]]

Hiding in the dresser was rather… boring. You managed to hide well enough for Wonka not to notice you, but you were just watching him do boring things. It was just financial stuff, and he looked just as bored as you did. An alarm went off and he jumped up. “Boring time is over! Time to get out of this suit and go to the inventing-” He had turned to the closet too quickly for you to think of anything, and in his panic, he swung a cane near his desk, [[whacking you on the head and knocking you out…|Player Wonka End 2]]

An Uneventful Tour 2.0 Changelog: The 'Backstage' added. Ever want to take the fight to wonka himself? Well now you can! Complete with a rudimentary inventory system and more bad ends then you can shake a stick at! Just explore the loose panel in the candy gardens Farm Room Added. Watch as your favorite tour guests deal with all the wonderful wacky wilds of a domesticated farm! Slight improvements. It'll probably be invisible on your end. I'd say sorry about that but i'm not! Now, [[Back to the welcome screen!|Welcome! ]]

Any kind of dignity had been stripped from him. HIs hands were barely pressing out of the massive bonbon he had become, his head much the same, and you couldn’t even see his cock or balls. He was still struggling, but it seems that the chocolate had dried his hands and feet into stiffness, and worryingly, they had pushed themselves down, now looking more like blemishes than anything else, and leaving him struggling for things to say even as the filling hose pops out of his mouth, leaving a small dollop behind to fill his mouth, drying as well to act like a gag. The foreman’s voice comes through as if he wasn’t even aware it was wonka, despite the fact that he most certainly was watching. “Come on folks, giant bonbons were discontinued last year! Just go ahead and shove him through wonkavision and I’ll deal with the rest..” Wonka looked like he wanted to object as the system moved him closer to the rather infamous TV platform, only managing to get out a single muffled “mmph!” Before getting blasted into the television. The computer moved, showing you his size, looking to be the size of a volleyball now, before showing the foreman’s arms, hands of course sanitized in gloves, pick him out. If Wonka was muffling something at him, the camera couldn’t pick it up, shifting again to show how pleased he was at it all as he deposited the volleyball sized bonbon back into the machine and hit it again. This time wonka was the proper size for it, and instead of the foreman grabbing him, it was a nearby machine, simply picking him up with a wrapper. A large assortment was open, showing rows upon rows of similar bonbons, depositing him in the one empty spot. No final farewells, not even any threats, instead he was just another piece of candy, going out to the public... (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[Cheat Ending]] ]

Watching Wonka stumble out was hilarious, he had literally been booted out after changing in view of the cameras. His body was entirely blue, formerly tailored suit now entirely gone, replaced with a neon purple panty set. He had changed gender entirely, and gotten surprisingly shorter, not too much but it made the other changes noticeable. Her breasts were easily G cups, with an ass big enough to match. Her nipples were steadily leaking some juice that smelled strangely sweet. She was panting, and all the loompas save the bouncer seemed to swarm, taking her towards an emptier studio further down. "You see, Female Loompas are actually really rare." he says, "So they're considered somewhat of a commodity. And that juice she's leaking is just loaded with aphrodisiacs." You could even watch as the signs on the outside of the room she was in changed, displaying a warning and a few very choice pictures of her in the middle of a Loompa Orgy. "Don't worry, We'll get you some licensing rights for your time..." -------------------- Explaining to others was never going to be a real easy part of your new life, as you looked over your pay-site with a bit of glee at just how perverted folks were out there. It had started with the first Wonka video, thrown up on pornhub of all places, generating the easiest thousand dollars you had ever gotten. From there, you had gotten back into talks, and eventually the loompa council that now ran the Wonka brand agreed to use you as a public spokesperson for it. Really it meant that you made huge amounts of money giving perverts all kinds of videos for one low monthly fee. All things considered, it could have been worse… (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[Cheat Ending]] ]

It was so easy to see why as you focused on a few. He was shrunken down, currently down a Loompa’s pants as he grinds against them. He was roasting in an oven, still squirming as another watched him through the oven door. He was massive, squeaking and blimping up an inch for every pump a group of loompas were giving him. He was being fucked in a number of them, cocks going in his ass, his mouth, one memorably fatty version was actually getting fucked in the belly button. Letting him show pleasure seemed to be a choice as well, as his expressions ranged from joy to lust to fear, and everything in between. A final screen across the room so the AI could ‘watch’ it all the time just showed his face, looking entirely overwhelmed at the conflicting sensations of it all. “And just think, this is only with the factory’s use! Let’s get ready for mass-production…” -------------------- (text-style: "italic")[“And we see here another version of the evolution of technology being spurred on by pornography! Wonka used to be known for just candy, but with their ‘Won-Core’ brand, they’ve allowed for more advanced experiences then anything else on the market. If rumors are to be believed, it’s headed by some type of AI even! I mean I tried it myself and the sheer sensations…”] The podcast faded out as you stepped back into your ‘room’. The massive Wonka-branded VR bed had replaced your actual one considering the comfort it provided. Settling down into it, you smiled as the customary AI greeting came up, labeling you as a ‘Super-Admin’. “What do you want to do to them today?” A range of folks were there for you to play with, all opponents of the factory’s plans of course, and all stuck as nothing more than toys. Grinning, you picked one out, ready for the day’s fun… (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[Cheat Ending]] ]

Waking up would be a singularly interesting experience. You were in a sealed chamber, and entirely nude, its reflective surface letting you watch as your hair starts to puff up, styling on its own to a weird form of grass green style. A tune starts to come out of the tv, a spiral starting as well, reflected all around you and forcing you to start humming, the hypnotic sound taking control and forcing your body to sway, starting to move in time. Wonka’s voice didn’t manage to snap you out of it, but he Was gloating, “You see, I’m already shrinking your body down, changing it to match one of the show loompas. The ones who really live for humiliating my guests. I’ve got another tour in, and I know once you try it out, you’ll be hooked, and your brainwashing will stay in. So put on your clothes, and get ready~” A brown sweater and white overalls was suddenly there, having dropped in from on top, and instinctively you knew what to do. A set of gloves and boots were included, dressing you up into a perfect loompah. Your mind was scrambling to try and get on top of the hypnotism, but once the door opened, you found yourself among a multitude of identical loompahs. Your new body stepped to it, setting in line. “Alright, the fatboy’s going into the chocolate, it’s time!” The song started to play, the music forcing your mind deeper with every beat. Soon the others were marching forward, and you just followed along, your mind and body in tune with the others. A group of tour-goers were shocked, just a no-name loompa with the others… (text-style: "italic")[ “Augustus Gloop! Augustus Gloop! The great big greedy Nincompoop…”] (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[Cheat Ending]] ]

“Fuck yeah, raw milk is supposed to be really good for you.” Richard says as he goes forward, drinking straight from the bucket despite the unsanitariness of such an act. Wonka stepped closer just as he finished, pulling you back, “You really shouldn’t have drank it, our cows aren’t exactly normal....” Richard’s body started to shiver, it was almost a quivering before it started to bloat. Fat was very rapidly adding onto his frame, skipping his head but enough was being added to his middle to grow him, making him taller thanks to the sheer bulk he was adding on. “L-look at all these gains...” he says, a bit delusional, but then again that was his right to be as he rubbed over his pecs, trying his best to ignore the squish to it, “Just a little longer at the gym, and I’m sure i’ll Burn all this off...” despite the fact that his gut was getting big enough to make sure he could use a regular door, or even double doors again. “Just be careful not to panic when the bovinification starts, I’m told it’s very intense.” Wonka warns, richard’s eyes widening as the only response is [[a sudden and very startled “Moo?”|Farm Richard End 2]]

It was so easy to urge Veronica on. A motion towards the geese as if you were going to claim them all, and she was jolting forward, a bit too fast for herself as she suddenly stumbles and falls, a crash into the geese’s pen. In the time it took for everyone to look over and watch, the geese had started hissing and pecking, nailing her over and over as they drove her out of their pen, leaving Veronica’s clothes in tatters and several red welts on her body from the treatment. Veronica was already threatening lawsuits and already working herself into a lather when things started to shift She was too self absorbed in her rant to notice her body getting paler, skin starting to ‘flake’ into feathers, it was only when a yelled curse word morphed into a rather loud (text-style: "bold")[HONK!] and her mouth pushed outwards instantly into a bill that things started to really keep going. The tour group and wonka backed up, starting to panic a little bit, backing up from the changing girl. “My dear, you really shouldn’t have rushed the geese...” he says as she rapidly started to change Her legs started to shift into skinny orange ones, but her chest and stomach bloated out obscenely, enough to match the strange patterns of the others that you realized was simply their bodies being a bit too fat for their feathers to cover. Veronica kept on honking, but this time it was in clear panic as she grew, before shifting, squatting down and going silent. The loompahs were pleased as they gathered around, starting to hum as wonka ushered everyone else back towards the elevator. “Now now, she’s simply helping out our production crew with some laying. I’m sure she would tell you she’s excited to be here if she wasn’t working on her ‘project’, able to hear the loompas start to sing... (text-style: "italic")[Veronica’s used to being rich What a shame she’s such a bitch Well not now, since she’s a goose Now at least she has some use Golden eggs, a shiny sheen Quite a reason to be mean But now she’s a layer, on our production line And we’ll never ever have to hear her whine Now let her go and squat and lay Guess it just wasn’t her day~] [[Let's see where else we have...|Miracle Elevator]] (set: $veronica to 0)

After a moment of work it was clear what it was doing. THe machine seemed to be training her up to work, setting her on a treadmill going at a constant pace, and keeping some pleasure at her new cock, forcing her to walk to keep that pleasure going, and her new mind was loving it, already pushing a little at it to try and get more, the loompahs coming over. Wonka chuckled as she was trained, “Don’t worry. I dare say she’ll be getting more action then most of you will! We’ll keep good care of her... until we can turn her back. Yes, until we do...that...” shrugging a little bit as he leads you towards the elevator, the loompahs behind you starting to hum and sing... (text-style: "italic")[“Poor Melanie, the former nerd, She won’t even be in a herd! We’ll train her up, the former lass To work like a perfect Jackass! She was the smartest on the block And now he’s thinking with his cock! Thank goodness she thought they were cute Cause we think that he is just a brute. Now say goodbye, we’ve had our fun He’s ‘bout to cum, this donkey’s done!”] [[Let's see where else we have...|Miracle Elevator]] (set: $melanie to 0)

His groin was rumbling before starting its swell, not his cock, instead his gender seemed to have shifted entirely under all of that flab without anyone really noticing. Instead what they were focused on was the massive udder he now had, a bulging one that seemed to just grow without any sign of stopping. More moos were coming out whenever his massive body shifted, a reflexive response to the pressure on his sensitive udder changing over and over. The loompas were starting to gather as one of them seemed to gather grass, another carrying four ominous looking hoses. Wonka himself downplayed the worry of it all. “Look, he’ll calm down once he gets his cud going.” He reassures as one particularly brave one climbs up his g it, supported by a few comrades to stuff the cow’s mouth with his handful of grass. True to his new bovine form, Richard started chewing, seeming very content with it now as his body goes black with brown spots all over. He smiled and started to usher you away, “Now we really should be off, the first milking is always incredibly sensitive...” the loompahs starting to hook his udders teats up to the Milker as they sung... (text-style: "italic")[The Jock is on the Field All concerned with his Yield It’s cause his udder’s full Wait, you thought he was a bull? No no, he’s just a milking Cow I know you’re asking How. But it’s our solemn Vow That it happened just Now! Now he’s chock full of Milk His udder’s soft as Silk No sports or games again But hey, at least he’s not a hen!] [[Let's see where else we have...|Miracle Elevator]] (set: $richard to 0)

The so called 'Isolation Corridor' seemed to be a simple hallway. Each door seemed to have an electronic lock on it, but there were two that looked particularly inviting. One seemed to be the entrance to a Gym, labeled as such on the door. There was a small but complicated looking lock on it, but a small vending machine next to it that offered entrance in exchange for Wonkabux.(if: $money is 1)[ [[You could slot in your Wonkabux to get inside!|Isolation Gym End]] ] There was also another room that looked like the entrance to a bedroom, complete with welcome mat inside. An ID Scanner sat next to the door, and it was ovbious it didn't unlock from the inside. There was a very faint "Let me out!" from inside. (if: $id is 1)[ [[You could use your ID to help them out! Just put it into the scanner!|Isolation Futa End]] ] You could also just [[walk back into the room you were just in|The Backstage]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: Neither of the choices are correct.] (if: $spoiler and $money is 1)[SPOILER: Anthro Bull decides to fuck you and inflate you like a condom. Massive cum inflation, M/M, oral, cumplay.] (if: $spoiler and $id is 1)[SPOILER: Futa woman turns you into a futa, keeps fucking your ass, then sissifies you, keeping your futa cock locked away during later fun. M/Futa, Male To Futa, Anal, Muskplay, breasts growth, Sissification, Chastity, Dressup, Dom/Sub]

The anthro bull inside the gym was very muscular, no shirt as he pumped some iron. Judging from his body and the indents in the padding in the machines, he seemed to have been around a while. The Wonkabux let you buy your way into the gym, and soon you were stepping next to him. The stench of sweat was heavy against you, and he seemed to revel in showing off for you. “So, what did you want?” [["I wanted to deal with Wonka..."|Gym End 2]] [["Sorry! This was a mistake!" Running away, you pass a sign saying "Sorry, no refunds"|Isolation Corridor]]

It was indeed rather cruel for her to be kept in the room like that, so thinking quickly you use the ID card you have to open the door. Whatever you had to say, something that might have been heroic or very nice, really Anything that might have been said was instantly squashed by two facts. The ‘girl in trouble’s t-shirt only came halfway down her rather sizable breasts. She wasn’t wearing anything else, which made it very easy to stare at the second thing. She had a rather sizable futanari cock, a massive equine styled shaft that was already semi erect, close enough to you to nearly poke you in the chest. A quick motion and you and she dragged you inside, forcing you into her room, already reeking of sex and sweat. It smelled like old cum, and there were pornography magazines strewn about everywhere. THe TV was even playing some, as she locked the door. “Don’t worry. They told me I could have a pet if I found one I liked, and you I definitely like. Besides, you agreed to help me, right?” That ‘girly’ voice only seemed sinister now as she talked about it, easily ripping off your clothes. She was very fit behind the cock, and already she was moving, [[forcing you face down into her old pillows.|Isolation Futa End 2]]

He laughs, “So you want to take him out? Why though? I mean I get it if he makes you feel weak or that you’re upset with him, but still! Tell ya what. You know what’d be great? What’s really messing with him? A fat cock! I can tell ya how to get one...” [[“Hmm? I mean i guess so...”|Gym End 3]] [[You smell so good...|Gym End 3]] [[Anything to get one over on Wonka...|Gym End 3]]

He grinned as he moved, a motion revealing his hyper sized cock. His body was so masculine, that something about his scent was good. “You see, I got this cock in the factory too, so I might as well let you try the same way I did. Apparently my musk and sweat’s already primed ya for it, just like i was.” Before you could even ask, he moved and very suddenly he was there. His cock was pressing up against you, only the side of it but it felt so good and warm. Despite yourself you found your lips meeting it, kissing his cock over and over as you unwrapped it from the musky jock he was wearing, finally freeing it. “So, let’s see if it’ll give you my kinda bod...” Before you could even beg for it, he would move, his cock pushing against your mouth and forcing its way down past your throat. Your tongue came alight with the tastes of his musk, his hand resting on the back of your head as he managed to get his cock further inside you then anything else had. He started to thrust, helping get you into a rhythm as he violates your throat, his pre already leaking and drooping into your gut. It was intense, feeling like a meal already before his cock throbbed, “Mmm... brace yourself. YOu’ll know once I get a real orgasm in here...” The thrusting could have taken hours because all of your focus was on him, his cock, and trying to keep it in you, his musk helping before he finally came. The first blast was powerful, but compared to the rest, it was like a cork coming out of a champagne bottle. Gushes of his thick cum went down your throat, bypassing any sense of taste or most of your muscles, as you closed your eyes, hoping that you could withstand the flood instead of bursting like..well, an overfilled condom... ——— He smiled on his way out the door, “Got you pointed at a TV, so just watch it when you get bored. I’ll come by in the morning, so prep for that.” Chuckling as he left. You were still inside... but far too big to move. True to his word he had filled you, managing to overtake a treadmill and crush it under your new cum stuffed body. He even pulled out to let the last shot of his load splatter over your front, no question as to what you were, and his scent would make sure you were marked as to who ‘owned’ you. He had explained that coming into contact with some wonka modified bull semen had caused his change, and that it was near instantly. Once you hadn’t changed, he jokingly recommended two more helpings, and proceeded to use you again and again to ‘keep myself in tip top shape.’ Currently your body was a massive pale ball of cum, your hands and arms barely sticking out, resting on your gut, your feet too small to do much as well, your body holding onto every last bit it could, not letting you purge any of it out. As you passed out, there in front of the TV showing old bodybuilding competitions, you couldn’t help but be the slightest bit proud despite yourself, that you had managed to take so much in… (Bad End: Gotta bulk up, right?) (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[Cheat Ending]] ]

Her musk was overwhelmingly arousing, the only excuse you had for why you didn’t move before she pressed her cock against your asshole. She had lubed it up thankfully, which was probably the only reason you didn’t break in half, her thrusting rather shallow as well. “Don’t worry. Once I cum, I’ll get you going...’ mangling to be surprisingly gentle. Your asshole still felt like it was almost on fire, the stretching from even just the tip of her cock nearly unbearable as she focuses on getting off inside you. Soon she came,a sudden splooge of cum shooting in, and then another and another. Before you knew or could do anything, she had filled you up, and already you could feel the changes happening in your system. Your breasts were growing, cock shifting around to match hers. The intense rush of pleasure was enough to make you climax, but something even more was shifting, making sure you couldn’t stop the climax as your new pussy grew in. Your hair and nails got longer, becoming a platinum blonde and deep purple respectively as your breasts just continued to grow before finally stopping at G cup size. Your ass bloated as well, becoming big enough to truly let the futa woman hilt inside you next time. The only thing that had shrunk rather than grown was your cock, you were still a futanari, but the focus seemed to be on your feminine traits now. She seemed pleased. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix it.” She says, petting your head gently as the changes got too sensitive, making you pass out right there in her bed, her cum still gently leaking out of your ass... --- “Wonkette and Loompette” were rather well known on the futanari scene. There was a lot of speculation about how fancy and artificial they really were, with some speculating that they were the result of supercomputers being applied to porn. Video after video had surfaced on the internet of the horse-dicked futa and her sissy futa ‘pet’, the sissy’s bright pink cock gage bouncing on her thighs, leaking pre as her stomach bulged with every thrust. The duo’s videos ranged from what seemed like spur of the moment ones to cosplay ones, to even scenes from a fake factory, filtered like they were just ripped from security cameras. In each of them, one thing was absolutely made clear. The sissy futa was absolutely made to serve the larger one’s cock, and had a Great time doing so... (Bad end: Now you’re the one in the cage! Get it?) (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[Cheat Ending]] ]