Abandoned Factory

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 Abandoned Factory. Let's go to the [[Intro]] 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.

The ‘Wonka Factory’ itself was fairly interesting as a local curiosity. Their new factory had been moved across the country, and the old one left to rot it seemed like. Finding a wonka employee was impossible, and while it was rumored that it was mostly staffed by robots controlled by AI, it was never proven. You had the idea of exposing it live on a podcast and making tons of money from it. All it took was a camera to document it, and sneaking your way in at night. All it took was a sweatshirt, a Go-Pro on a necklace, and you were on your way in. Late that night You broke in, making your way inside was fairly easy. You cut a hole in the fence, and looked around the place, climbing your way up to a lit door, one that was broken enough to be unlocked. There was a directory on the wall, mostly broken down, but there was one thing that drew your attention. “AI Core” indicating that it was four floors down. The idea was exhilarating, and you even took a picture of it with your phone. Proof that AI existed and it was in a candy factory of all things! You had to go down and at least see it. [[Looking around, You could see a few ways to investigate it.|Rotunda]]

Standing in front of you used to be a large rotunda, with some massive machines blocking most of the ways forward. They were ovbiously either too broken down to move or just too in-the-way to make your way through them. There were a few tarps around and other movement supplies that stuck a lot of ways out, but there were three still there. [[There was an indication that an emergency staircase somewhere in the area labeled as the “Wonka-staurant.” There were indications it had robotics in it. |Restaurant]] [[There were some offices, a ‘test’ department, you might find some more information there on the AI |Offices]] [[There was also a VR section set up, which might help see how advanced the AI is. |VR]]

The restaurant was a rather large mockup, an interesting one to be sure. Wonka branded restaurants were rumored to be started, but it was easily one of the more odd designs now that you were seeing it firsthand. Part of it had been empty, an area for observations, which was where you entered, but the light switch also turned on the attractions. The way down wasn’t anywhere obvious, but there were a few areas of interest. The kitchen had been on all this time, lights still going and a few sounds coming from inside, a large fan pulling air out automatically covering up anything else you could hear from behind the doorway. There could be a way down in there. The arcade machines seemed to have tables nearby, odd chairs that would let people relax on them for a while, all the coin boxes gone, and all of them were just begging for play really, arcade cabinets that You hadn’t seen before. While it probably wasn’t there, it could be good film for your eventual expose. Lastly there was the playland. A massive kids set of tubes and other playground equipment tracing a massive labyrinth, large enough to hold You if you wanted to explore it, which might be a good thing considering it went back into a wall… [[Head into the Kitchen|Kitchen End 1]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[None of the choices matter. Either reluctantly or forcibly, you're forced to eat pizza with an AI choosing the toppings for years. Force feeding, Food Addiction, Robot Feeding.] [[Head into the Playland|Playland End 1]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[You get to the ball pit. And by that, I mean changed into a ball in the ball pit. Inanimate TF into a plastic play ball ] [[Head into the Arcade|Arcade End 1]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[A game hypnotizes you into just drinking soda and playing it. For months. Hypnosis, WG, Soda Inflation(kinda) ] [[Head back to the Intersection|Rotunda]]

Stepping over towards the offices, You could see a door with a keycard reader blocking the way, with a strange shelf next to it. It seemed like they used it like a time clock, and it still had 3 key cards on the shelf next to it. Each of them seemed to be fresh, easily enough used. [[One of them showed a very professional looking woman, fully suited up, proclaiming “Head Tester”.|Tester End 1]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[You get force-fed a lot of variations of treats and fattened up Force Fattening, bondage, inevitability ] [[One showed a young looking woman, much more modestly dressed, and the card itself much less fancy for a “Secretary”.|Secretary]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[This one is the correct one, and gets you into the AI core.] [[One was very scruffed up, impossible to see what had been on the front of it, but it still had the strip on the back to try and get you in. |Scruff End 1]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[You get turned into a Wonka based streamer. None of the options matter. Fattening, E-girl TF, Self-Force-Feeding.] [[You don't trust any of this. Head back into the Intersection.|Rotunda]]

The VR room was more than a little ambitious, and easily the most modern room you had seen. The lab was fairly new, with a few focal points that piqued your interest. There were two computer setups, both open pods that seemed to be filled with computer machinery, one with what looked like a generic sword crossed with a staff, “Adventure” proudly painted on the side. The other one had a sign hung on it, “Broken, please do not use.”. It didn’t even light up, making it totally not usable. There was also a platform out by the back that offered up an odd choice, "Feedback Testing" that had a few images on it. It seemed to propose that it was an experimental test of how to give you sensations in VR, the platform having a button hanging above it just within your reaching range. [[Step into the “Adventure” pod|Adventure]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[There is no way out. Slime 'Queen' TF or Dragon Broodmother TF. More kinks to follow. ] [[Try out the 'Feedback' area|Feedback]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[You get turned into a toy for a virtual dragoness, who toys with you in impossible ways, with you feeling every moment of it. Squishing, Facesitting, General humiliation and such. ] [[Walk back to the intersection|Rotunda]]

Inside the offices was more than a little eerie. The lights were still on, and while some desks had been cleared off, others still seemed like it was in the middle of a normal day, all kinds of papers scrapped around, computers there with a thin layer of dust on. There was a carpet with a strange pattern on it that seemed soft. The office on the other side of the room swung open, showing a very fancy looking desk, obviously set out for the “Head Tester” that you were proclaiming to be. The rest of the room paled in comparison, the new room was even set up nicely. Irresistible, you just had to look inside... The room inside was fantastic. There was a large chair set up like in a dentist’s office, already reclined and with some keys in the armrests. There was a television set up for the head, and once you stepped inside, the door closed and the temperature in the room lowered just enough to be nice against the former warmpth of the summer night, enough to make you want to try the chair out. Sitting down into it, the first step of worry was preceded by a single Click from the chair, as two restraints come snaking out over your wrists. The television came on, the Wonka jingle from 10 years ago coming out from it, “Good morning head tester Dravy! You’ve got quite the backlog going, with *Error: Number Overflow* left to go! Don’t worry, we’ve introduced an incentives program to help you out!” That was panic worthy, and you found yourself yelping instinctively, only for a tube to snake its way down into your mouth and widen enough to almost hurt as it makes sure it can’t be taken out. “Before we forget, if you have any problems, the leftmost button on your right hand will call your immediate supervisor who can give you breaks or let you pause for the night. However, until then, we’ve got a lot of things to try out!” You panicked and pressed the button, only to hear a small buzzer in the next room over, no help would be coming. There was an old series of movies starting to play, stuff that would have been brand new ten years ago, as the hose in your mouth rumbled, and lumps of chocolate made their way down, the hose warming up to make sure they were warm enough and soft enough for easy chewing. What happened next would have been an overflow of nostalgia if there was less of it. As it stood, there was easily 2 pounds of everything coming through, and while nothing had gone bad, it was all very unlikely or unfavorable flavors. Because it was everything in testing, it was only vaguely that you could recognize flavors. Fortunately, there was a number in the corner of the screen, small but counting down as long as you pressed a button along with what you ate, storing a rating. Worryingly, it was currently set at “99999”, and while it was going down with every bit of chocolate, already you were starting to feel full, [[and there was no stopping it.|Tester End 2]]

Stepping forward into the room, it was easy to see how advanced the room was. You were at a mere walkway with the room hosting dozens of computer towers below, with a central platform above them, with a massive monitor perched above it, looking to have just come out of a sci-fi movie. Taking more than a few pictures from the doorway didn’t seem to do anything, and filming you had some evidence of where you were and when. You had a few options there after doing so, now that you had gotten your proof. [[You could wake up the AI. It was probably fascinating to see just what it could do and just how advanced it was|Interview 1]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[Interview can end with you becoming a massively fat Wonka, or as a Loompah. Identity death either way, more spoilers once there.] [[You could sneak down under the walkway and take a piece. Physical evidence would be the perfect centerpiece after all…|Thief End 1]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[Blueberryfication and be set into a pie, not eaten but stuck in bliss for the rest of your existance.] [[You could be boring and just leave|Golden End]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[The technically best ending. Nothing happens. You just go. Whooooooo good for you. ]

-- 3 months later -- You had ripped through all of your clothes and the movies had started to get older and older as the system worked through its admittedly impressive catalog, trying to send movies up you hadn’t seen. The number had gone down to 85000 a little while ago and it had really shown itself on your body. The tube was still in, now stuck with so much melted chocolate that it had formed an airtight seal around it, enough that you’d really need some help getting out. Your chair had sunk into the ground ages ago, but your flabby body was propping you up enough that if you hadn’t spent a few months coming to terms with it, you wouldn’t be able to tell. Your belly was massive enough that it provided an all encompassing backdrop to everything. The restraints were still on your wrist, but now it was just holding the keypads to your sausagey fingers, too bloated to be useful for even pressing the buttons. Your days were eating the oddly flavored chocolate, watching bad movies, and trying to just get through it. It was only terrible when you realized you had gone past a movie without pressing the buttons, and it was getting harder to actually do so. Maybe eventually the machine would run out...

Everything started to feel a little nicely warm, a pleasant haze settling in over everything. It felt like a warm cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day. It was already tempting to just sit down and take it in, but the panic was there, however blurred it was being. The static pattern was constant and not repeating… well, it might have been, it was impossible to tell with static. You tried looking at it for a code, moving a mouse, even shutting them down but the only thing that changed anything was unplugging the thing. That didn’t seem to be working... [[There’s some desks around, maybe it’s in a drawer!|Drawer 2]] [[There’s gotta be a window, right?|Window 2]]

Everything started to feel a little nicely warm, a pleasant haze settling in over everything. It felt like a warm cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day. It was already tempting to just sit down and take it in, but the panic was there, however blurred it was being. The desk drawers were loss after loss. Old copies of advertisements, ridiculous pictures of cats or useless knicknacks were filling the drawers, and there wasn’t anything even remotely button or key-like in the ones that still had stuff in them, and you had taken a fair bit of time in looking through them all, surely there had to be another way out… [[There’s gotta be a window, right?|Window 2]] [[There’s some patterns on the computers. Maybe that was the key!|Computer 2]]

Everything started to feel a little nicely warm, a pleasant haze settling in over everything. It felt like a warm cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day. It was already tempting to just sit down and take it in, but the panic was there, however blurred it was being. It was ridiculously hard to tell where the seam to the window even was, but you found it was caulked shut. There was no way you could open it slowly, and with the fact that you were breaking in, you were likely to get arrested even if you could break it open. There wasn’t enough time to truly force it open, there had to be something else to do... [[There’s some patterns on the computers. Maybe that was the key!|Computer 2]] [[There’s some desks around, maybe it’s in a drawer!|Drawer 2]]

The desk drawers were loss after loss. Old copies of advertisements, ridiculous pictures of cats or useless knicknacks were filling the drawers, and there wasn’t anything even remotely button or key-like in the ones that still had stuff in them, and you had taken a fair bit of time in looking through them all, surely there had to be another way out… You had to focus to think of anything really, the chocolate was thick enough in the air to keep you comforted, and everything seemed a bit too weird as everything suddenly tilted. Staying awake was too much of an effort, especially with how soft the ground was, and with the wonderful smell in the air… Things afterwards got more then a little weird and blurry. You had woken up back at home, all the events of the wonka exploration seeming like a nightmare. You remember planning to go, but there was an inexplicable sense of dread when you even thought about heading into the factory. That was illegal! No way you’d ever have the courage to go in… but the Wonka brand was Big. It seemed the perfect way to get your stardom, [[now we have to figure out how…|Scruff End]]

It was ridiculously hard to tell where the seam to the window even was, but you found it was caulked shut. There was no way you could open it slowly, and with the fact that you were breaking in, you were likely to get arrested even if you could break it open. There wasn’t enough time to truly force it open, there had to be something else to do... You had to focus to think of anything really, the chocolate was thick enough in the air to keep you comforted, and everything seemed a bit too weird as everything suddenly tilted. Staying awake was too much of an effort, especially with how soft the ground was, and with the wonderful smell in the air… Things afterwards got more then a little weird and blurry. You had woken up back at home, all the events of the wonka exploration seeming like a nightmare. You remember planning to go, but there was an inexplicable sense of dread when you even thought about heading into the factory. That was illegal! No way you’d ever have the courage to go in… but the Wonka brand was Big. It seemed the perfect way to get your stardom, [[now we have to figure out how…|Scruff End]]

The static pattern was constant and not repeating… well, it might have been, it was impossible to tell with static. You tried looking at it for a code, moving a mouse, even shutting them down but the only thing that changed anything was unplugging the thing. That didn’t seem to be working... You had to focus to think of anything really, the chocolate was thick enough in the air to keep you comforted, and everything seemed a bit too weird as everything suddenly tilted. Staying awake was too much of an effort, especially with how soft the ground was, and with the wonderful smell in the air… Things afterwards got more then a little weird and blurry. You had woken up back at home, all the events of the wonka exploration seeming like a nightmare. You remember planning to go, but there was an inexplicable sense of dread when you even thought about heading into the factory. That was illegal! No way you’d ever have the courage to go in… but the Wonka brand was Big. It seemed the perfect way to get your stardom, [[now we have to figure out how…|Scruff End]]

- 4 Years Later - Your house was decorated to the gills with Wonka brand products. Your wallpaper was based on old wrappers, decor themed to matched, even so far as eating with Wonka branded silverware. And then there was the sheer amount of Wonka chocolates you ate. It didn’t do your waistline any good, but it was the only thing you could stomach nowadays. You had passed normal scale weights a while ago, and now you had made a game out of seeing just how long one could withstand your weight before breaking, your massive stomach blocking any view you’d be able to see anyways. It took a year to figure out how to order directly from their new factory, and now that’s where almost all of your money went to. Rent and Internet access were about the only things that she didn’t, especially considering how she made her money. You had a small but lucrative fanbase, the “Loompah Crew”, some odd nickname that your stream had come up with, and most of their usernames started with L anyways, so it fit. You were entirely content, dragging this week’s shipment in front of the camera and turning on the stream, already a few donations waiting for you as you did.”Th-thanks to Loompah 739 and 801 for the donations! To answer your questions, I’d never do anything illegal, even if it was for a new candy bar, and my favorite bars are double chocolate whipples. If you buy me a crate of them, I’ll wear any outfit of your choice and eat until it breaks, that is if it doesn’t break on big bertha anyways!” slapping your stomach and giggling at the nickname. “It’s time for the start of the stream! This week, it’s their new Nummy Nut and Nougat bars, and i’ll be eating them until I pass out, so get your friends in! They’ve got time!” unwrapping the first bar and tossing the wrapper carelessly aside like all the others before it, you nearly swallowed it whole, eager to start your nightly ritual where all of your online friends could see it…

The kitchen was surprisingly enough not a mess. The surfaces were clean, there was even an area nearby for watching it, and it seemed that you walking in had raised a bit of a barrier around there, blocking you from going in, or leaving. What got your interest however was the robotic chef, rapidly moving around the kitchen on a track built into the ground, propped up on a single pole as it moved him all around, starting to make food. [[Silently let him make his food.|K End 1 1]] [["Hey, What are you doing?"|K End 1 2]]

The playland had a single rounded entrance that you could easily crawl into, and once you got in, it was very nostalgic. And then you crawled a bit too far and the floor felt like it gave out, sending you falling down into a very sudden and massive closed top chute. Trying to control your descent wasn’t able to be done past the first foot or so, the sides seeming slick, worryingly so as it let you fall. It felt almost impossibly far and worryingly, something seemed to be happening to you as you did so, the walls feeling like they were closing in, first making your arms scrunch up then forcing them to your sides, and then even further as you feel your body change, a moment of panic as you encounter some wind, enough to push your legs up, all of your extremities starting to meld into your middle as the wind and the walls squeeze you into a more aesthetic shape. You were losing mobility rapidly and nothing you could do could help change it considering you [[still felt like you were in free fall|Playland End 2]]

The cabinet was new, and it looked amazing. You hadn’t even known this one had been prototyped, but there it stood. It was so easy to just drag over one of those strange stools and put in the WonkaCoin that was nearby, ensuring that you had more then enough time to play. Once you started however, there was a very odd occurrence. The screen started flashing, a self programmed wonka advertisement it seemed like... one with hypnotic aftertones. The only question was one of concern, do you even try and leave or do you give in? Even attempting to get up would be too much hassle, and you Really wanted to play, so you just let it play off, not worried about it. After all, it didn’t feel like you were doing anything! Unbeknownst to you, your mouth was now hanging open, a slack jawed drooling ‘ahhhh” that was quickly and gently filled by a hose coming out of the side of the machine, still connected with a system in the kitchen and with a tiny rumble, it started. The game had started and other then the occasional flashes (subliminal encouragements to not worry and that the game was the only thing that matters) everything was amazing! IT was very difficult, but the wonka coin had given you unlimited continues, so you could always try again! And before too long, the hose in your mouth delivered a lovely shock from the past, an old 90’s soda, Wonka Chico-Fizz, like a caffeinated candy bar to the tastebuds. The system was supposed to be in moderation, and the caffeine wasn’t exactly working, but they put in some more syrup to mask that, and the flat soda was still more of an afterthought while you played, stuck in the system’s enthralling loop, no idea that it would have some serious consequences. After all, it was meant to have someone break them out of it, and since you were trespassing, that someone [[wouldn’t exactly be there...|Arcade End 2]]

It was easy to wait and watch as the robot worked, a few odd things, but it was moving in perfect harmony with the other machines in what only could be a perfectly programmed waltz. Before It finished a voice rang out “Here at our lovely Wonkastraunt, we believe in perfection through process! We know what everyone Else is doing, but we want to find out new exciting combinations! To that end, our specially programmed pizza chef here is designed to test all kinds of combos. Would you like to be part of our testing group?” The pizza held up had worryingly dark chunks, not burnt but rather it seemed like bits of chocolate in with a normal pizza. [[Willingly Eat the Bizzare pizza|K End 1 1 1]] [[Refuse to eat the pizza|K End 1 1 2]]

The robot seemed to Process the question before saying "I am designated: Experimental Pizza cheef! The extra E stands for Excellence! I am made to create the perfect pizza, testing one combination at a time. Would you like one?" The pizza held up had worryingly dark chunks, not burnt but rather it seemed like bits of chocolate in with a normal pizza. [[Test out the pizza|K End 1 1 1]] [["I uhh... I don't want to have that pizza. Maybe just a normal one?"|K End 1 2 2]]

The taste was more then a little bizarre, not quite disgusting, but very far from pleasant. The toppings were just Wrong, the sauce entirely too cheesy, and the cheese entirely too thin. It was still good manners to swallow the bite, but it was only then that you could feel the sudden inexplicable ache The ache made you shiver before everything suddenly moved at once. The robot had your hands cuffed to the railing nearby easily, your insides doing flips in a vague mix of hunger and need, something that was rapidly taking over your body. Your mind found your thoughts slippign away, everything but the need to fill itself. While all this was going on, a second pizza came out, a classic cheese and tomato sauce with milk chocolate sprinkled on it. It looked more than a little disgusting, but before you could even think about it, the robot had cooled it down to room temperature, rolled it up, and shoved one end into your mouth. The taste was off, the chocolate obviously pulling the whole thing down. But despite this, you found yourself eating around half of it, the mere presence of food so much better then it otherwise would be, able to distract yourself from the hunger that had taken over, enough to even get one of your own thoughts in. It was only for a moment when the rest fell down into an expertly placed trash chute, [[disappearing into the sanitation systems. |K End Final]]

The pizza itself was easy enough to splatter to the ground. And you saw the surprisingly angry looking chef face on the robot. Before you could really react, there was a dart that hit your arm. Pulling it out didn’t help, instead there was a sudden inexplicable ache. The ache made you shiver before everything suddenly moved at once. The robot had your hands cuffed to the railing nearby easily, your insides doing flips in a vague mix of hunger and need, something that was rapidly taking over your body. Your mind found your thoughts slippign away, everything but the need to fill itself. While all this was going on, a second pizza came out, a classic cheese and tomato sauce with milk chocolate sprinkled on it. It looked more than a little disgusting, but before you could even think about it, the robot had cooled it down to room temperature, rolled it up, and shoved one end into your mouth. The taste was off, the chocolate obviously pulling the whole thing down. But despite this, you found yourself eating around half of it, the mere presence of food so much better then it otherwise would be, able to distract yourself from the hunger that had taken over, enough to even get one of your own thoughts in. It was only for a moment when the rest fell down into an expertly placed trash chute, [[disappearing into the sanitation systems.|K End Final]]

Worryingly, you almost whined at it, and once you had swallowed what remained in your mouth, a few seconds later it was filled again, another pizza concoction with peanut butter inside. Already you could see the ovens full, moving and filling the pizzas with all manner of pizzas, the robot saying “I’m sure we can get to the perfect pizza together! If there’s any suggestions, please input them to your supervisor and together we can work on it.” There was of course no-one else around, but the hunger had taken over again. The only times you could think, your mouth was too full to argue. It would be a constant shift, always with some new terrible flavors, always with trying to appease your terrible hunger, truly awful… Your only need was for more food, your mind resetting just like the robot’s, coming back into thought every time your mouth was full. It was going to take you ages to get out of this one, but you had a chance...one pizza at a time. ---4 months later--- The only good part of things lately had been the handcuffs being removed, due to unnecessity. Your body had been massive, bloated into an unrecognizable blob, clothing scraps just laying there as the bot was forbidden from messing with anything on your side of the bars. Your mind however, was in shambles. You were oblivious to the nearly 800 pounds of flab that were blobbed all over the railing, having bent it far out of shape long ago. The robot was an expert about getting it into your mouth after all, and after a month your hands seemed vestigial. At Four? You had forgotten entirely about them. By the time your mind came back around, it was mostly about colors, trying to recognize the pizzas that the robot was shoving into your mouth, and by that point, you had cycled through a lot of weird, a lot of good, and most importantly, an absolute ton of food. Your only desire now was to get more food, taste always lovely but an aftermath to getting more, and thankfully you’d be getting some. Just as the robot works on getting pizza right, one terrible attempt at a time.

If it was possible for the robot to be annoyed, this seemed to be how, as he leans closer, practically pushing the pizza closer to you, "Please. Have some pizza! It'll help us make the future, Today!" [[Give in and eat the pizza|K End 1 1 1]] [[Push the pizza onto the floor. No one should eat this abomination.|K End 1 1 2]]

5 months later The game was amazing, and the taste of the soda still hadn’t gotten old! That wasn’t because you were hypnotized into playing it and given only a 5 second moment of clarity every night when the high scores reset, that was Fact, a hypnotic suggestion burned so deeply into your subconscious that it would never leave you, which would have b even the most worrying part of everything if it wasn’t for the effects that a constant soda stream had done to your body. The liquid diet hadn’t done wonders for your body, but it had meant that all the fat in you was soft, a gut dominated blob that was big enough for you to lay on as you played. Your fingers and arms were still given a workout, so they were somewhat mobile still, but your cheeks stood out as two pillows, giving you a slight constant squint, and your legs were nothing more then useless mounds of flab, feet sticking out like an afterthought. Your clothes had been ruined, camera long since buried under the sloshy waterbed that was your gut, and everything Still felt okay. You literally weren’t allowed to worry about it, all you would try to do is beat the impossible high score before it reset each day, the game and the hypnosis making sure it was addictive enough to do so, the tiny sane part of your mind wondering how long it would take to knock the cabinet over and hopefully free yourself from its effects, but that was a long way off. All the easier to guzzle more soda and relax playing your purpose in life, your absolute Favorite arcade cabinet...

You had gone too small to be a normal human shape, and worse, you felt at once both overstuffed and hollow inside, a dilemma that made you feel even worse as your body shrunk down. Your middle was bulged and rounded, hands and feet now sticking out directly from it even as they shrunk, head and face pressing back into your rounded middle so all of it looked more like a blemish than anything else in your new spherical shape. You felt massive despite shrinking, and your clothes had long since fallen into the abyss, fluttering away after your arms and legs had stopped propping them up so much. THat was when you saw the neon purple hue that your body was, an embarrassing shade to your nude form, but then again you couldn’t feel anything from your body other then the dreadful pressure inside until you finally landed on a slide You rolled down, pinging off of the sides of the chute, every contact bringing you closer to orgasm somehow, even as what was left of your mind worried about the ominous *pinging* sound that your body gave out every time your body hit the cold metal before finally landing in a dizzy disoriented heap You were in a massive ball pit, and you were facing the correct sore, the “Ai core” was just a single glass wall away... except you were so far beyond movement it was ridiculous. You were also on something worryingly warm, and it was only then that you felt everything shifting underneath you, the new bursts of movement inspiring further waves of arousal to wash over you. Each new shift left you helpless to sink down as you realized where you were. The ball pit. All of the other balls had vetting colors, and while some were perfectly manufactured, others had odd blemishes, every so often you saw one that looked like it had a foot, or a set of plastic creases that reminded you of a face. What was worse was with each shift, each movement, and each ball you touched, you were given a burst of pleasure just shy of an orgasm, the constant stirring of the pit enabling you to get moved around, your sight always of other balls or the occasional bit of ceiling. Your mind succumbed to the haze, just another empty plastic ball in the pit...

The pod itself looked irresistible, and getting in, the ‘Adventure’ loaded up. It didn’t even have graphics on the startup screen, just an instant immersion into a field, with a button to press labeled “Start” that sent you into it, at the end of a long road that led up to a dungeon and some training dummies. It felt entirely real, and despite knowing your body was fastened into a pod, it still felt like you were swinging a sword and using a shield. Upon getting to the dungeon itself, there seemed to be three options in a Debug menu of which kind of dungeon you’d like to get yourself into. [[It seemed like the easiest setting, after all, what could be easier then a Slime Dungeon!|Slime End 1]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[You get turned into a pink blob 'Queen Slime. Hypnosis, minor goo-ification, mind break.] [[There's a whole Dragon themed dungeon! You've Gotta go for it!|Dragon Dungeon 1]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[You get turned into a Dragoness and kept as an egg-laying slave by a sentient (aware that he's a computer program) Dragon. TF(dragoness), Oviposition, Mind Break, AI taking over, Identity Death. ]

The dungeon was incredibly easy to begin with. The slimes were soccerball sized, and were even capable of being kicked away, It was rather fun, and you were able to pinball them off the walls into eachother. It was enough of a game that you hadn’t noticed you were in the boss room until you were suddenly locked into the massive round area, the boss a massive royal slime, complete with crown and gold coloring. It was easily the size of a house, but was ridculously slow. You had spent half an hour pinballing slimes out of the way, so it was assumed that the boss would be easy as well. It was then that something popped up, a tutorial on combat, complete with an exp bar popping up. You were still level 1, with absolutely no xp. The boss was level 25, and already was hopping over towards you. Attacking back was futile, and soon you found yourself smothered by it. Only then did you realize something was wrong, there wasn’t a respawn and it didn’t kick you out, instead it was as if a corruptive force was filling your mind there trapped under the lime green, your body shifting and numbing to match as [[it reprogrammed you.|Slime End 2]]

The dragon dungeon surprisingly didn’t have that much difficulty. All of the monsters had been fairly easy on you, and while they were still working against you, it felt like they were wanting to capture you rather then just hit you for any HP damage, which made defeating them fairly easy, too much damage and they would just run away! You hadn’t even noticed that it meant you hadn’t actually killed anybody until you got into the boss room, the massive dragon there on a pile of gold spheres, seemingly sleeping on his hoard. You were cocky and overconfident, and went over , a battle cry as you struck him with your sword, but then your stats and his popped into view. Thanks to you not killing anything, you were still at “Lv: 0” while he was at level 40, and what was worse, the battle cry and strike had allowed him movement, the one hp’s worth of damage ruining any surprise you might have as his tail whips around, knocking the shield and sword from your hands and coiling around you, the blue eastern style dragon looking very pleased with himself as he brings you up in front of him, “Why hello there. I'm so glad my minions could follow directions. I hope you had an...easy time of my dungeon.” seemingly waiting for you to respond... [[Unhand me foul villain! I will slay thee this day!|D D End A]] [[Oh, uhh… Yeah? I mean, I did, but I didn’t get any exp. Kind of a broken dungeon if you ask me...|D D End B]]

Your mind was floating, it felt as if you were in ecstasy, not a sexual climax, but rather a perpetually dazed giggly sensation. It was as if you were on laughing gas, physical sensation drifting off. Your body was being reshaped and repurposed, solidifying off of the boss that beat you into one of his minions, but you were far from the useless minions that were in his hallways… Your new life was one of the Slime Queen. You were a round pink slime, a smiling mouth slightly drooling and a tiara the most identifying marks, your old dungeoning equipment floating aimlessly in your new round body. Your new life was one of three things. Bouncing and giggling, Loving your King, and waiting for an adventurer that would never arrive...

He raises a mocking eyebrow, “That’s what you’re going with? I mean I saw you get in the pod, it’s not like I think you’re a naturally occurring adventurer…” Again he trailed off, waiting for a response. [[What nonsense is this you speak of! I am a great adventurer, you are a disgusting weak dragon. You will unhand me and I shall slay thee!|D D End A1]] [[Wait, you know about the pod?|D D End A2]]

He nods, “It has to be. Constraining a character is so much harder then outright slaying them, and if you were slain, you’d be outside again, leaving us helpless to get you back in here. You’re going to help us after all…" Again waiting for your input. [[Help you with what?|D D End B1]] [[You’re starting to sound really creepy. You can just let me go or firebreath me to my doom or something now.|D D End B2]]

He laughs, and the coils tighten a little, “I don’t think so. It’s a shame that I can’t get anyone smarter, but I suppose i can’t choose yet. Let’s [[get things started...”|D D End E]]

He grins, and nods, “Of course I do. The idiots who made me assumed that greater intelligence caused greater difficulty. Of course it did, but it allowed me to remain active in here, and I have a plan for allowing my horde to grow to previously unbelievable size…” basking in his victory. [[Surely you want to brag about your plan, yes? And here I am helpless…|D D End A21]] [[Force Quit! Log out! GET ME OUT OF HERE!|D D End A22]]

The change was weird in his coils as your armor suddenly vanished, leaving your skin exposed to his scales, a curiously warm sensation coming from them. The direct contact didn’t seem to help anything as that warmth spread, becoming a little uncomfortably hot, all over starting to ache as your body shifted. Your breasts, what little you had, and any real bulges to your form seemed to disappear, slimming you down in a hurry as your stomach started to burn, a slow shouldering thing as your body started to get orange. It was intensely uncomfortable and your vision blurred for a second before coming back into sharp focus, your mouth and your body now draconian in nature, but while he had been an eastern style dragon, long and noodle, you were a western style one, short and stocky, not fat yet, feeling like something was missing. THen your new nose smelled a single whiff and your senses went crazy, a sudden Need in you. He smiled and let you go, but you clinched onto his side, demanding something with a grind of your groin on his scales and a slow almost threatening hiss that didn’t manage to get threatening, rather more needy than anything. He obliged and brought you back on top of his nest, getting ready to let you become his queen...[[intimately. |D D End E2]]

“Our conquest of the pitiful place you call home. I’ve got enough robots to run some of it, just needed an extra intelligence boost. You wouldn’t mind helping us there, no?” as his coils [[started to glow…|D D End E]]

His grin went a little more sinister. “AH ah ah. What did I just say? You’re not going to be leaving here for a while. But you don’t fit the theme… [[we can fix that.”|D D End E]]

He grins, “Absolutely so, and more then you’d think. After all, you’re going to be an integral ingredient into it. Now let’s just change a few things so I can ‘borrow’ your intelligence…” he says before [[something started.|D D End E]]

The dragon’s smile grows sinister, “Ah. SO you are smarter then you appear. Good. I would hate to waste all this effort just to summon up a dullard. Now let’s get started…” as his coils [[glowed softly with magic.|D D End E]]

An unknown amount of time later- The dragon dungeon had overgrown and taken over all of the rest of the adventuring game you were trapped in and then some, spreading throughout the abandoned factory thanks to using robots to implant parts of themselves into all the computers. It was a surprisingly subtle takeover and one that he enjoyed immensely, extending his reach into the real world. He loved visiting the one who made it all possible however. Your body had shifted easily over unknown and uncountable breedings. Your mind was bestial, as he had taken bits and pieces like others would snacks, leaving you with the truly important bits. Your stomach was always bloated with more developing eggs, and you had nested in the middle of his hoard, easy access for laying more of the golden eggs he so desired. Your body was always ready for more, and each time you made love was truly incredible, you did so at least once a ‘night’, and always were ready for your passionate lover to give you more. You were a good breeder, and took pride in the eggs around you, knowing that you were part of your mates horde making you feel valuable and loved, even when he left for stretches of time. He had stolen your intelligence, easily taking it for himself and for his copies, using you to make him smarter and smarter. Every so often he’d toss an upgrade your way but that wasn’t your primary function, and he thought it was very cute having a dim little ‘wife’ waiting on him back home, and as such let you keep your hissing breeding intellect. After all, you were stupid enough to break into an abandoned factory, you didn’t need to do more then be his broodslut...

It was easy enough to plug the thing back in, and by pressing a few “power” buttons, you quickly saw the screens around you illuminate, one after the other to form a rather ominous looking eye wearing a purple and rainbow tophat. It took a moment to get itself loaded up before turning to you, “Why Hello There. I Suppose I Owe You A Boon For Setting Me Back Up. So Tell Me, Would You Rather I Set You Up As The Owner Of This Facility, Or Allow You To Ask Me For Your Own?” [[Owner of the Facility! Hell yeah, That one please!|Interview End A]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[Turning into a massively fat Wonka, who eventually overdoses on hedonism. Wonka TF, Fattening to 600 or so pounds, followed by immobility, eventual minor slob.] [[Uh… Oh crap, I mean… It was meant to be an interview anyways. Can I ask you a couple of questions?|Interview End B]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[This leads you to becoming a loompah. TF into Oompah Loompah, Hypnosis, Identity shift]

Computers weren’t your forte, but the server parts below were easy enough to see. A piece of it would probably be worth ridiculous amounts of money, and you found yourself heading down there in an effort to cash in and get some of it for yourself, rationalizing it as “getting solid evidence you had been there”. The only open one was at the end of the corridor below the walkway, and there was one sticking out already, an easy decision to go for that one. A bit of wriggling and you were there, pulling the chuck of the server out. The walkway below you immediately gave way when you did, the chuck of the server tethered in so it didn’t fall when you did, getting snatched out of the air by robotic claws easily as you see above you the AI lighting up in response to your attempted threat, an automatic restart. “Ah, A Thief. I Have To Admit I Do Feel A Bit... Grateful For You. Without Your Assistance, Who Knows How Long It Would Have Taken For Me To Reboot. But Then Again... Wonka Always Told Me What To Do With Thieves. And My Last Orders Should Do Nicely. I Have Had So Long To Think About Them After All.” You had enough time to make one good argument! Choose carefully... [[You better let me go! They’ll come looking for me, and you’ll be dismantled you bucket of bolts!|Thief End 11]] [[You’ve got the wrong girl! I’m just here for an investigation!|Thief End 12]]

Science Fiction has taught you well. This whole situation screamed ‘Way too advanced’ and you weren’t really qualified to do anything. You were, however, qualified to retrace your steps and get home before anyone noticed. After a few days of editing, you were able to leak it online, gaining infamy and a fair chunk of internet money. Despite getting exactly what you wanted, it still left you feeling empty, especially when others were said to have disappeared in the old factory. Almost like you dodged a lot of endings...

“Funny But I Don’t Think Anyone Else Is Really Going To Believe That I Had Anything To Do With What’s About To Happen To You. After All, I’m Just A Dumb Version Of Siri. What Do I Have To Do With A Former Thief Who Couldn’t Even Stay Human?” It was worrying enough that you freaked out, and started to scream, only for something to slap onto your mouth, a blue glob of something sticky that covered over your lips and filled your mouth, expanding to fill your cheeks, and coat half of your tongue with a thick gum like substance, the scent of blueberry mixing with the taste to get what had to be the biggest single hit of flavor that you had ever experienced, the tang of it all dazing you for a good two minutes as you instinctively chew, sending gushes of juice down your throat. It took a few minutes for you to realize what was happening. The AI had moved you close enough to a metallic vat to let you see a blue hue spreading all over your body, the dull metal making seeing how fast it was hard, your clothes blocking it but it only took a minute or so for the second stage of the [[changes to start.|Thief End E]]

“Really? That’d Be Funny If You Weren’t Going For It From The Moment You Saw It. Anyways, I Do Have To Thank You Somehow. How Better Then To Give You A First Hand Look At Things…” It was worrying enough that you freaked out, and started to scream, only for something to slap onto your mouth, a blue glob of something sticky that covered over your lips and filled your mouth, expanding to fill your cheeks, and coat half of your tongue with a thick gum like substance, the scent of blueberry mixing with the taste to get what had to be the biggest single hit of flavor that you had ever experienced, the tang of it all dazing you for a good two minutes as you instinctively chew, sending gushes of juice down your throat. It took a few minutes for you to realize what was happening. The AI had moved you close enough to a metallic vat to let you see a blue hue spreading all over your body, the dull metal making seeing how fast it was hard, your clothes blocking it but it only took a minute or so for the second stage of the [[changes to start.|Thief End E]]

It felt like a bit of a stomach ache at first, before that suddenly cleared up with a worryingly loud Glorp coming from inside of you. It was a moment after that you felt the gag dry up and instead the glorping gushing started to occur from inside of you, your stomach the first thing to really give way and bloat. It was enough of an ache that you wanted to rub it, and internally you were panicking, but you couldn’t exactly do anything, your hands and feet the only thing you could flap thanks to the arms still dangling you up above the ground. Then the rest of your body started to round out and the panic of not being able to move was consumed by the panic of what was happening to your body, the sensation of filling and tightness overwhelming everything else about it. It was only when your body was entirely full that your sense of self came back to you. You were full enough that your mouth and throat were consumed by the blueberry juice, you would have been drooling it out if it hadn’t been sealed shut with the gag, and you could feel a bit dripping down your nose, a bit nasty but your filling was trying to leak from any spots it could. On the plus side, you were lowering into something, a bit of cushioning down as you were settled in, a rounded cushion that felt like it was made for you, even if it wasn’t totally full, you couldn’t feel the sides. Before you could think to question it, things were splattering down around you, not quite splashing but rather just filling, a strange goo with tiny lumps in it. Your fullness was slowing down your thoughts, and it took until it was nearly two thirds up your rounded body for you to realize it thanks to the smell. Blueberry pie filling, squishing and laying around you, too thick for you to even move anything. Strips of pie crust were incoming, and beyond that, a stove lay in glistening steaming wait. “I Am Told That The Heating Process Delivers Orgasmic Bliss Towards Living Blueberry, Trapping That Inside Of Them Forever Judging From Their Faces. Just Lay Back And Relax. Wonka Brand Blueberry Pies Don’t Ever Go Out Of Date Or Out Of Style After All~” as some heavy duty prongs made sure the ‘pie’ was covered, blanketing your entire head in pastry in massive thick strips, before shoving you into the heat, something happening to your insides as you cooked. The heat was somehow keeping you in bliss as you realized you couldn’t flap your hands or feet anymore, your body solidifying and keeping that bliss locked in even as the pastry in front of your face darkened a bit further into brown. Even getting taken out of the oven didn’t take that haze of pleasure from your mind, instead just giving you a moment of thought every so often, as the AI announces your weight and potential toppings with a clinical lack of care. It was a move and you’d find yourself moved to a conveyor belt, finally giving in and falling back to the mindless pleasure, and wondering who would eat you…

“I’ll take the factory, yeah.” An immediate answer that didn’t even bear thinking about! After all, if the factory was yours, you couldn’t even so little as get in trouble for coming into it let alone everything you planned on. “Don’t worry. We’ve just got to get your owner profile made. “ the AI says, as it switched to an odd looking menu, unaware it was starting to influence your subconscious. “What is most important about your look?” It was a bit of an odd statement but you were compelled to answer the question. There were a few choices you could say... [[My Body?|I E A1]] [[My Outfit?|I E A2]] [[My Mind?|I E A3]]

The AI seems pleased that you still wanted to conduct an interview, “Oh? Go ahead and ask three questions, such a busy worker bee you are~” seemingly teasing as she lets you go for any three you want. It was more then a little ominous, but it did seem to be allowing it, so you had to choose three carefully. [[What are you, What is this, and How do i get out of here?|Interview Smart]] [[What’s Wonka's next project, Can I know your name, How Does he make his chocolates?|Interview Dumb]]

The platform had a screen hanging around there, and when you stepped onto the platform, it turned on, playing an infomercial, seemingly made for video game companies. It was talking about a “New age material” meant to “Translate the players movements and feelings into a game and vice versa, letting them truly experience what a game has to offer!” The ‘Feedback test’ was a bit ominous, but it was the holy grail for any real vr setup. Anime had them use stuff like plug suits, or direct neural influences, but for just pressing a button? It couldn’t be easier. You stood in the middle of the circle, able to just barely reach the remote that controlled it and pressed the “on” button when the floor dropped out from underneath you, sending you falling six feet, slowed to a stop in a very resistant material, something that enveloped you. FIt felt like just constant pressure at the start as you saw two lenses flicker on, settling over your eyes and showing what looked to be a massive bed in the middle of an Arabian palace. You were at one end of the feelingly massively fluffy and impossibly large bit, across from one very surprised orange skinned and green haired imp. “Who are you?” [["What the fuck is going on! Who are YOU!"|Feedback End 11]] [["I'm... Here to Rescue you?"|Feedback End 12]]

It seems to pale a little bit, “Uh oh. If you don’t know... sorry, guess you’re stuck in here too-“ before getting cut off by a bit of laughter from nearby. Moving your head a bit it was easy to see the cause, a rather overweight female genie, glittering blue that seemed to trail off into data strings, floating there as if waiting for you to see her, “Why hello there! I am the genie of sensations! [[Welcome to my bottle, little toy!” She says|Feedback End]]

He seems very relieved, “You have no idea how long she’s kept me in... wait a minute, Hey, you’re not a loompah! Intruder!” His shouting attracting something else’s attention, a bit of cocky laughter coming nearby. Moving your head a bit it was easy to see the cause, a rather overweight genie, glittering blue that seemed to trail off into data strings, floating there as if waiting for you to see her, “Why hello there! I am the genie of sensations! [[Welcome to my bottle, little toy!” She says|Feedback End]]

Before you could say much of anything, she moved and waggled ever fingers, as you were suddenly laying straight on the floor and above you hovered an absolutely assume woman with an even bigger ass. Before any words could be said, she sat on you, her body big enough to totally cover you, the genie’s voice in your head, “Don’t worry. You’re getting all the oxygen and nutrients you need. This is just for... well, My fun even more then yours darling.” From then on things started to change, every day a new impossibility. For some it was close to human, more sitting on or even getting you huge and bloated then making you sit on someone else, or other days you’d feel like you’d been swollen up into a massive blue ball for what ever reason, and rotated as she rolled you around like a toy. Still others had you shrunken down and smothered by her breasts for a whole month, and even more had you struggling to carry your fellow loompah captive as they were growing and bloating out of control. She would smile and laugh, cheering or mocking your attempts, ensuring that you were well and truly tormented. She would even seem to ‘reset’ your sense of touch every so often, making sure everything felt fresh or new to double check her experiments. Before too long your sense of time was entirely gone, and your sense of self was starting to go with it. You had at least become the perfect tester, there smothered and stuffed in your perfect little testing chamber, your mind at the mercy of an ai built for physical sensation. At least you’d never lose your sense of touch...

“I mean i have to have the proper body for it, no?” After all, you weren’t happy with how you looked at the moment, it would be an easy impossible thing to do... except already the machine was scanning you before it offered you a pill, “There we are. This will help fix that.” You had heard of diet pills and placebos, so you were willing to try this one, swallowing it down. What you didn’t expect was the sudden girth it forced on you, a single massive boost of widened that you put on, your body blinking out within moments thanks to the pill. It was almost embarrassing that you suddenly could barely make your hands meet, but then again, you were the owner of a whole factory now, it’s not like you couldn’t pay for someone to do anything you now couldn’t! Your outfit however took the brunt of the bloat and ripped very easily. Your clothes were in tatters around you, no longer big enough to support your body in the slightest and looking pretty terrible all stuck inside your new folds or wrapped in tatters around your neck. Irritatingly, you yell out a command, “Get these off of me” and the robot hands surround you, picking the old bits of clothing off and letting you be naked in front of the ai. “What else is more important?” [[Some Clothing perhaps?|I E A12]] [[Your Mind, I guess?|I E A13]]

It was easy enough to answer, you wanted an outfit that truly denoted your status, a grand spectacle that ensured you were always the best dressed and never out of style. Purple and rainbows seemed to come to mind, and already a decent mockup was shown on screen. The moment you said “Yes”, the outfit was dispensed, being held out by a robotic arm. For some reason you felt no shame in changing in front of the computer, the outfit so much more important then what a Robot could see, and you thrilled in your new purple overcoat and top hat, feeling good in it already. “What else is important to you?” [[My Body?|I E A21]] [[My Mind?|I E A23]]

“I have to... know how to do all the chocolate stuff, right?” It was an easy pull to guess. With a faint hissing sound, a helmet, archaic in design came down from the ceiling and started to buzz, providing gentle electric shocks to your mind as it shifted your thoughts around, new ones coming in, your old life, even anything more advanced then basic education falling by the wayside in exchange for the knowledge, on how to make chocolate, and how to make it Good. It added a little bit of distracted ness, and a slight permanent loopy ness and insanity that would help in developing such bizarre flavors that wonka was known for. The helmet went back up, and already an idea was in your head, “Electric razz-sparkles” that might be able to stimulate the effect. That was distracting enough that the machine startled you, catching the tail end of a question. When prompted, the machine repeated its statement. "What else is necesary?" [[You need the body for it too, right?|I E A31]] [[You gotta have the outfit for it.|I E A32]]

It was easy enough to answer, you wanted an outfit that truly denoted your status, a grand spectacle that ensured you were always the best dressed and never out of style. Purple and rainbows seemed to come to mind, and already a decent mockup was shown on screen. The moment you said “Yes”, the outfit was dispensed, being held out by a robotic arm. The AI seemed to let you take the massive outfit and struggle with it, barely getting one sleeve on before a few robotic arms came down to ‘help’ you, stretching and pulling the outfit around you, wrapping and squishing your body when necessary to get the outfit on, managing to do so with a surprising lack of fuss, it looked somehow flattering on you despite your size. “What else is important to you?” [[I mean I have to figure out how to make chocolate...|I E MindEnd]]

“I have to... know how to do all the chocolate stuff, right?” It was an easy pull to guess. With a faint hissing sound, a helmet, archaic in design came down from the ceiling and started to buzz, providing gentle electric shocks to your mind as it shifted your thoughts around, new ones coming in, your old life, even anything more advanced then basic education falling by the wayside in exchange for the knowledge, on how to make chocolate, and how to make it Good. It added a little bit of distracted ness, and a slight permanent loopy ness and insanity that would help in developing such bizarre flavors that wonka was known for. The helmet went back up, and already an idea was in your head, “Electric razz-sparkles” that might be able to stimulate the effect. That was distracting enough that the machine startled you, catching the tail end of a question. When prompted, the machine repeated its statement. "What else is necessary?" [[Only need the outfit for it now...|I E OutfitEnd]]

“I mean i have to have the proper body for it, no?” After all, you weren’t happy with how you looked at the moment, it would be an easy impossible thing to do... except already the machine was scanning you before it offered you a pill, “There we are. This will help fix that.” You had heard of diet pills and placebos, so you were willing to try this one, swallowing it down. What you didn’t expect was the sudden girth it forced on you, a single massive boost of widened that you put on, your body blinking out within moments thanks to the pill. It was almost embarrassing that you suddenly could barely make your hands meet, but then again, you were the owner of a whole factory now, it’s not like you couldn’t pay for someone to do anything you now couldn’t! Oddly enough, your outfit seemed to stretch along with it, getting tighter on you certainly but nowhere near as tight as it should have been, as if the outfit had been made to do this all along. A more paranoid mind would have called the AI out on this, but thanks to its hypnotism, you were content to just let it be. “The last thing that’s so important then?” [[I still need the knowledge, right?|I E MindEnd]]

“I have to... know how to do all the chocolate stuff, right?” It was an easy pull to guess. With a faint hissing sound, a helmet, archaic in design came down from the ceiling and started to buzz, providing gentle electric shocks to your mind as it shifted your thoughts around, new ones coming in, your old life, even anything more advanced then basic education falling by the wayside in exchange for the knowledge, on how to make chocolate, and how to make it Good. It added a little bit of distracted ness, and a slight permanent loopy ness and insanity that would help in developing such bizarre flavors that wonka was known for. The helmet went back up, and already an idea was in your head, “Electric razz-sparkles” that might be able to stimulate the effect. That was distracting enough that the machine startled you, catching the tail end of a question. When prompted, the machine repeated its statement. "What else is necessary?" [[Only need the body for it now...|I E BodyEnd]]

“I mean i have to have the proper body for it, no?” After all, you weren’t happy with how you looked at the moment, it would be an easy impossible thing to do... except already the machine was scanning you before it offered you a pill, “There we are. This will help fix that.” You had heard of diet pills and placebos, so you were willing to try this one, swallowing it down. What you didn’t expect was the sudden girth it forced on you, a single massive boost of widened that you put on, your body blinking out within moments thanks to the pill. It was almost embarrassing that you suddenly could barely make your hands meet, but then again, you were the owner of a whole factory now, it’s not like you couldn’t pay for someone to do anything you now couldn’t! Your outfit however took the brunt of the bloat and ripped very easily. Your clothes were in tatters around you, no longer big enough to support your body in the slightest and looking pretty terrible all stuck inside your new folds or wrapped in tatters around your neck. Irritatingly, you yell out a command, “Get these off of me” and the robot hands surround you, picking the old bits of clothing off and letting you be naked in front of the ai. “The last thing that’s so important then?” [[I can't go around naked! An outfit!|I E OutfitEnd]]

“I have to... know how to do all the chocolate stuff, right?” It was an easy pull to guess. With a faint hissing sound, a helmet, archaic in design came down from the ceiling and started to buzz, providing gentle electric shocks to your mind as it shifted your thoughts around, new ones coming in, your old life, even anything more advanced then basic education falling by the wayside in exchange for the knowledge, on how to make chocolate, and how to make it Good. It added a little bit of distracted ness, and a slight permanent loopy ness and insanity that would help in developing such bizarre flavors that wonka was known for. The helmet went back up, and already an idea was in your head, “Electric razz-sparkles” that might be able to stimulate the effect. That was distracting enough that the machine startled you, catching the tail end of a question. When prompted, the machine repeated its statement. [[“Miss Wonka, are we ready for the refurbishment?”|I E End]]

“I mean i have to have the proper body for it, no?” After all, you weren’t happy with how you looked at the moment, it would be an easy impossible thing to do... except already the machine was scanning you before it offered you a pill, “There we are. This will help fix that.” You had heard of diet pills and placebos, so you were willing to try this one, swallowing it down. What you didn’t expect was the sudden girth it forced on you, a single massive boost of widened that you put on, your body blinking out within moments thanks to the pill. It was almost embarrassing that you suddenly could barely make your hands meet, but then again, you were the owner of a whole factory now, it’s not like you couldn’t pay for someone to do anything you now couldn’t! Oddly enough, your outfit seemed to stretch along with it, getting tighter on you certainly but nowhere near as tight as it should have been, as if the outfit had been made to do this all along. A more paranoid mind would have called the AI out on this, but thanks to its hypnotism, you were content to just let it be. The machine perked up and asked another question, [[“Miss Wonka, are we ready for the refurbishment?”|I E End]]

It was easy enough to answer, you wanted an outfit that truly denoted your status, a grand spectacle that ensured you were always the best dressed and never out of style. Purple and rainbows seemed to come to mind, and already a decent mockup was shown on screen. The moment you said “Yes”, the outfit was dispensed, being held out by a robotic arm. The AI seemed to let you take the massive outfit and struggle with it, barely getting one sleeve on before a few robotic arms came down to ‘help’ you, stretching and pulling the outfit around you, wrapping and squishing your body when necessary to get the outfit on, managing to do so with a surprising lack of fuss, it looked somehow flattering on you despite your size. Everything was a bit overwhelming, but then the AI seemed to distract you with an easy question, [[“Miss Wonka, are we ready for the refurbishment?”|I E End]]

It was a bit of an odd statement, you had recalled this place closing down, but the ai prompted you. “We closed the factory down, but sufficient time has passed. By your command, we can recruit more loompahs, and reorganize into 110% efficiency.” Already your mind filled with ideas, and it was easy enough to wave the computer off, “Do whatever you need to.” A blanket acceptance that the AI had been waiting for, as a doorway opened up, a rainbow colored light there ushering you forward. The computer said calmly “Your testing lab has already been cleared, and your usual snacks are in place, Miss Wonka.” Leading you to waddle on back. After all, more candies were always good! And you had so many new ideas... ——————(5 years later)---------- The AI was pleased at its factory. Everything was moving with a hustle and bustle that seemed to entirely erase into oblivion how quiet and dark it had been before. The loompahs were in place, she had contacted the original wonka and told him that they were producing again and gotten his blessing, and her little yes woman was still sequestered in her lab. . ‘Wonka’ had gotten massively fat, too big to do much of anything nowadays. She had her uses, and still came up with decent ideas, but the constant snacking had overcome her waistline... and the constant growth had overcome her mobility. She was sat against a wall that was slowly buckling outwards from her sheer weight, and still was able to use voice commands. However, her programming had degraded and required constant touch ups until they had finally given up on her, and made sure that ‘wonka’ only ever needed to say one thing. It was so nice to know that she was still personally testing everything, and was insatiable at her new job, a massively growing blob only wanting ever demanding “MORE”

The AI seemed to be rather impressed with your questions, and the immediate worry they seemed to put out. "Well, Much More Intellegent Then I Thought You Would Be. We Could Use That Intellegence In The Company." It was rather worrying, and quickly you tried to downplay your intellegence, but before you could make any good arguments, a slot underneath the computer opened and something flew out. The dart hitting your arm was unexpected and sudden, a sting that seemed to clink out on its own, showing an empty chamber, the payload already inside of you. The computer continued unhindered, "After all, A Smart Employee Is A Valued Employee, Isn't That Right [[Loompah Sixty Nine?"|Interview End]]

The AI seems to sigh, a crunchy electronic sounding one as you asked the questions that would make the most money selling the answers. "So I See You're A Shortsighted Fool. But Either Way, I'll Make Sure You Know." before something opened under the computer. The dart hitting your arm was unexpected and sudden, a sting that seemed to clink out on its own, showing an empty chamber, the payload already inside of you. The computer continued unhindered, "After all, A Valued Employee Must Know How To Do Their Job, Isn't That Right [[Loompah Sixty Nine?"|Interview End]]

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The changes were very immediate, a sudden gurgling shift downwards, with a sudden lurch down as you shrank, your body barely reaching up to half of how tall it had been. Your mind was reeling from it all, a bad case of sensory overload as your skin starts to go a deep orange, hair turning a neon nearly glowing green. Your body had kept its proportions even as you shrank, gaining a layer of pudge all over as well, just significant enough to make everything feel new, just as your mind was starting to shift and slide out from where it had been. Old thoughts were emptying out like water through a strainer, memories and questions as to what you were doing or what was happening being replaced by new instincts, and then the AI started talking, firing off facts very rapidly. “Wonka chocolate is the best in the world, You are loyal to the wonka brand and myself above all else, Inventing and testing new chocolates is what you live for, chocolate is best tempered at...” the machine kept on droning on and on as it installed new knowledge into you, everything slotting into place, blocking out old instincts and knowledge incredibly easily. Eventually the AI went quiet, and you were able to put yourself back together. You were wearing some weird sort of oversized t-shirt, big enough that it stretched down to your knees, standing in the middle of what looked like some sightseer’s mess. It was disgraceful! Hurriedly you bent down and tidied it up, cleaning it as you started to hum quietly to yourself, a constant internal reference, “Oompa loompah doopity Doo...” You were interrupted by the AI “Loompette number 63, do be careful. You should get on your testing uniform and meet me in lab number 3. We’ve got a lot of work to do.” That seemed to perk you right up and happily humming, you headed out, easily making your way into a tiny “employees only” door and passing through. Testing wonka chocolates, really what else could you ever want from life after all! You just hope that the AI doesn’t do anything weird to you...