“And over here,” the tour guide said, gesturing towards the sturdy, metal door with the words ‘Employees Only’ written in bright red letters, “is where Westley’s Candy develops all of their new products.” The man dressed in the bright purple vest and baseball cap, stopped in front of the door, motioning for the tour group to do the same. “Deep inside, our researchers are hard at work, developing new treats to delight the tongue and the mind.”
A hand shot out from the crowd. “Can we go in?” a middle-aged woman asked.
“Unfortunately, no. The work inside is top secret and we can’t show certain products to the public until they have been thoroughly tested. Are there any other questions?”
Another arm raised up. “Is it true that the previous owner imprisoned little people to work in the factory?” a little boy asked.
“Oh those are just silly rumors spread by our competitors. Now moving on we-““But we passed all those small doors and-“
“MOVING ON!” the tour guide spat out, already walking towards the next location. The tour group followed the guide’s lead, planning to make the most out of the $20 entrance fee. However, two college-aged women lagged behind, disappearing amongst the commotion. Waiting until no one was looking, they slipped inside the metal door, planning to make their own tour.
Taking the lead down the hallway, was Brenda, the tips of her neck-length black hair, waving back and forth as she walked down the corridor. Brenda was a very small girl, lacking in curves and standing a few heads shorter than most, that didn’t stop her from trying to make herself look good, with her light blue blouse and bright white capri pants. Following close behind her, was her friend Pamela, her silky, blonde hair, draped over her bronzed shoulders making it difficult to go unnoticed. It didn’t help that it was Pamela’s nature to try and stand out, her perky, C-cup breasts squeezed into a skimpy, pink tank top and a pair of skinny jeans accentuating her curvy bottom was proof enough of that.
Brenda held up her hand, stopping Pamela from turning the corner. Down the hall, they could hear a pair of workers passing by, speaking to each other about some revolutionary, new kind of candy. Waiting for the workers to pass, the girls snuck into the first door they saw. Inside they found a sterile, white lab, filled with vials, beakers, and a variety of science tools the two couldn’t even recognize.
“This is pretty cool,” Pamela said, picking up one of the vials and shaking around its contents.
“Careful Pamela,” Brenda said, taking the liquid from her friend’s hand. “Don’t want you growing gills or something.”
“Aw you’re no fun,” Pamela pouted. “What’s the point of coming in here if we’re not going to look around?”
“You’re the one that grabbed my hand and dragged me in here,” Brenda said, putting the bottle back on the table.
“Yes, but I did it to save us from boredom. I can’t believe we thought this place would be fun. “
“It’s not all bad. We did get some free candy out of it.”
“Yeah, one tiny piece of caramel. Seriously, you’d think a company as big as Westley’s would be more generous.”
Pamela wandered about the lab, until her eyes focused on a table with two square pieces of candy, covered with a green and blue outer shell. Disregarding her friend’s advice, Pamela picked up the little green treat and popped it in her mouth. Pamela’s mouth gushed with a sweet, green liquid, her mouth overflowing with the taste of pears. “You have to try this,” she said, offering the other candy to Brenda.
“Didn’t I just tell you not to touch anything?” Brenda asked, hands on her hips. “What is this stuff anyway?”
“I don’t know,” Pamela said, “but it tastes really good.”
“This doesn’t seem like a good idea,” Brenda said, watching as a drop of juice slid out of the side of Pamela’s mouth.
“Aw c’mon, live a little,” Pamela said, dropping the blue candy into Brenda’s hand.
Brenda held the candy up to her eye, examining the letters EXB-02 printed on the outer shell. She took a sniff of the candy, getting a strong scent of blueberries, her favorite flavor. “What the hell,” she said, popping the candy into her mouth and starting to chew. Immediately, Brenda’s worries were washed away as her teeth broke through the outer shell and pierced the chewy taffy underneath. Brenda closed her eyes, enjoying the sweet blueberry flavor, finally feeling like the trip to the factory was worth it. “You were right Pamela, this stuff is pretty goo-“
Turning to face her friend, Brenda saw that Pamela’s once tan skin, was becoming lighter with every passing second. The dim-witted blonde didn’t seem to notice, too busy chewing her taffy, either not realizing or not caring that juice was leaking out of her mouth. The light color took on a greenish hue, spreading over Pamela’s skin. Her golden locks turned a dark green, making it look like leaves were sprouting from her scalp. Brenda held up her hand to say something, only to pause when she noticed that a dark blue color was spreading from her fingertips.
“Pamela spit out that candy!” Brenda shouted, spraying juice from her mouth, as the blue coloring crept down her arms and towards her torso.
“Too late,” Pamela said, cheekily sticking out her green tongue.
“How are you not freaking out?”
“Oh, calm down,” Pamela said, playing with her leafy hair. “They said this is where they test new candy right? This is probably some new gimmick they’re testing out. If you don’t like it, you can always spit it out.”
“I, uh, swallowed it by mistake,” Brenda said, lowering her gaze, her blush hidden by the encroaching shade of blue.
“Hey no harm no foul, I’m sure it’s no big deal.” Pamela leaned on Brenda’s shoulder, wiping away a stray droplet of juice from her friend’s mouth. “Let’s keep looking around. I’m craving some more sweet stuff.” Taking Brenda by the hand, Pamela left the lab and headed down the hallway. Pamela seemed to be pulled along by an unseen force, taking abrupt turns in search of something to satisfy her sweet tooth. Brenda helplessly followed, her own cravings for sugar overcoming her concern about her blue skin.
The pair finally stopped in front of a massive, double door, the words ‘Fruit Flavoring Center’ letting them know they had come to the right place. Stepping inside, they were assaulted with the sound of industrial machines, chugging through their daily routine. A strong aroma overcame them as they closed the doors behind them, clogging their senses with the smell of sweet fruit. Giant metal vats pumped juice through the factory, each tube leading to a different production room. A juicing machine took up an entire corner of the factory floor, surrounded by metal containers with fruit for creating the various flavors.
“Jackpot!” Pamela said, rushing over to a bin filled with pears.
“Hold on Pamela, I’m pretty sure the workers won’t appreciate us eating those.”
Pamela sunk her teeth into the fruit, juice dribbling down her chin. “There’s so much here, they won’t miss a few. It’s not like I’m going to eat the whole thing.” Eating the pear down to its core, Pamela reached for a second and a third, intending to prove herself wrong.
Giving up on trying to be Pamela’s conscience, Brenda wandered over to a bin piled high with freshly picked blueberries. Holding one between her fingers, she popped it in her mouth, immediately feeling the same sense of euphoria when she ate the taffy. Disregarding her own advice, she grabbed a handful of berries and shoved them in her mouth, smearing a layer of berry juice on top of her blue lips. Brenda’s sense of self-control was lost somewhere between the seventh and eighth handful, burying her head in the pile and gobbling up the berries as fast as she could. Brenda’s belly started to push back against the outer side of the bin, becoming a round sphere that peeked out in-between the buttons of her blouse. Hoisting her head out to take a breath, Brenda licked her face clean, her hair dripping with juice. Grabbing onto the sides of the bin, she positioned herself to dive back in, only to be stopped as a loud, rumbling noise sounded from behind her.
Turning her head, Brenda was greeted by a cloud of green gas, emanating from Pamela’s butt. The bin of pears had been completely, emptied, save for a single piece of fruit held in Pamela’s hand. It appeared that the fruity feast had gone directly to Pamela’s lower half, her expanded thighs, waistline, hips, and ass, starting to rip apart the denim of her jeans. With a burp, Pamela finished her pear, and turned to face Brenda. “Woah what happened to you?” she asked, pointing at Brenda’s bloated belly.
“Me? What happened to you?” Brenda replied, turning her friend’s attention to her gassy rear.
“Something amazing,” Pamela replied, a pleased expression across her face as her fingers traced her curves. Pamela’s face scrunched up, as a squeaky fart forced its way out, releasing another cloud of green gas. Brenda rushed to cover her nose, but not fast enough to avoid inhaling Pamela’s flatulence. Instead of revulsion, Brenda was treated to the pleasant scent of fresh pears. Uncovering her nose, Brenda took another sniff, confirming that her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her. “Awesome right?” Pamela asked, fanning the fumes towards herself. “I’ve been UUURRRP putting that stuff out for a few minutes now.”
A gurgle sounded from Brenda’s own stomach, her feast not agreeing with her digestive tract. Brenda released the bottom button of her blouse to massage her belly, hoping to ease her discomfort. A small burp forced its way out of her mouth, releasing a puff of blue smoke. Taking an experimental sniff, Brenda discovered that like Pamela, her expulsion smelled more like blueberries than indigestion. Continuing to rub her belly, she felt the pressure build inside of her, searching for a way to escape. With a grunt, Brenda let rip a long fart, releasing a cloud of blue gas.
“Aw cool,” Pamela commented, having found a bin of juicy, red apples to sink her teeth into.
Brenda inhaled the cloud of gas, letting the aroma of blueberries overcome her senses. “I think I’m finally starting to UUURRRRP enjoy this trip.” Wanting to add more fuel to her berry-scented gas, Brenda made her way back to her bin of blueberries, taking along two containers of raspberries and blackberries to supplement her feast.
Both women delved into their buffet of fruit like animals, with cores and stems being tossed into a pile in the center of the factory floor. Juice leaked from Pamela and Brenda’s mouths, trickling onto their clothing, staining the pieces of fabric as they began to rip apart. The button on Pamela’s pants sprung off, her jeans straining to keep her fleshy green butt cheeks contained. One by one, buttons popped off of Brenda’s blouse, her growing orb of a belly protruding ever further as she ate. Unsavory noises punctuated the girl’s chewing, blue and green gas emitting from their mouths and rears, with neither one breaking their pace, only concerned with satisfying their hunger.
Brenda finally stopped eating once the bins were emptied and the remains of her blouse hung across her back. Without the fabric concealing her torso, Brenda was able to see that in addition to her swollen, bean bag chair sized belly, her breasts had undergone their own transformation, plumping up to an impressive E-cup, ready to burst out of her bra. Interested in seeing what Pamela was up too, Brenda turned and waddled her way over to her friend, punctuating each step with a puff of blue gas from her bubble butt.
Pamela had long ago finished off her bin of apples and moved onto to devour two more, working on a second helping of pears as Brenda approached. The tatters of Pamela’s jeans lay by her feet, shrugged off over the course of her feast to make way for her growing, green rear, with only a thin piece of black lingerie keeping her decent. The expansion had finally started to affect her upper half, her belly button poking out from under her top, with her breasts almost completely, visible through her top. Seeing Brenda approaching from behind, Pamela let loose a fart that echoed with a guttural noise.
“I see you’re still enjoying yourself,” Brenda said, walking through Pamela’s gas cloud without batting an eye.
“Same with you. You have a little something on your chest there,” Pamela said, pointing at a trail of juice going down Brenda’s belly.
Brenda wiped away the stray drops, only for them to be replaced by another trail of juice. Confused, Brenda’s eyes traced the drops up to two dark stains on her bra. Undoing her bra straps, Brenda discovered that in addition to growing in size, her breasts had started to produce blue liquid that dripped from her darkened nipples. Grabbing hold of her breasts, Brenda squeezed her teats, a stream of juice pouring down her belly and creating a puddle around her feet. “This is a little…concerning,” she said, placing her fingers in front of the flow to try and stop it.
“I wouldn’t say that,” Pamela said, wide hips shaking as she approached Brenda. Pushing aside Brenda’s hands, Pamela latched her lips onto the leaking nipples. The sensation forced a surprise fart from Brenda as Pamela sucked on her breasts like a baby.
Brenda gently, pushed Pamela away. “What are you doing?”
“BWWWOOOOOOORRRRP sampling the taste,” Pamela belched, the cloud floating into Brenda’s face. Pamela reached to grasp her lips around Brenda’s nipples again, only to be pulled back by Brenda. “C’mon I want to get bigger breasts like you.”
“They have tons of fruit over by the juicer.”
“That’s not fast enough,” Pamela said, pushing up her breasts to compare them to Brenda’s oversized mammaries. “I need to get these puppies up to size and making some of that sweet juice,”
“I think I might have an idea then,” Brenda said, waddling over to the vats of juice, leaving a trail of droplets for Pamela to follow.
Taking a hose from the nearby wall, Brenda fastened one end to the spigot and waved over Pamela. The pear girl eagerly, shuffled her way over to the vat, licking her lips as she realized her friend’s plan. Pamela took the hose from Brenda’s hand and placed the end in her mouth, her other hand turning on the valve full blast. The liquid surged through the tube, filling Pamela’s waiting mouth with sweet pear juice. After a few gulps, Pamela’s hips burst through what was left of her underwear, the g-string snapping off and launching across the room. Virtually no space existed between Pamela’s thighs, not that Brenda could see as Pamela’s belly surged forward, covering up her lower half. Pamela’s growth found its way to her chest, bursting her boobs out of her top. Tossing of her bra, Pamela’s fingers teased her dark green nipples, producing the juice she so desired. Despite having well surpassed her goals, Pamela continued to drink, her body growing larger and larger, as juice continued to stream from her nipples and green gas erupted from between her thickening butt cheeks.
Leaving her friend to enjoy her meal, Brenda found her way over to a vat of blueberry juice, her stomach still hungry after her binge session. A similar hose to Pamela’s hung on the wall, tempting Brenda to fill her bulbous blue body up even further. Watching the drops of juice cascade off of her stomach, unable to see the puddle forming beneath her, Brenda made her decision.
Brenda’s lips fit nicely around the nozzle, forming a perfect seal as the blueberry juice poured into her body. Bigger and bigger, her belly swelled, her skin feeling the cold floor as her legs spread to make way for her stomach. Feeling pressure in her lower half, Brenda let rip another fart, the force enough to rip apart her shorts for her pumped up rear to grow unhindered. The trickle of juice had increased to a constant flow, as Brenda’s breasts plumped up into gigantic blue orbs, still maintaining their shape despite their size. No longer able to handle the weight, Brenda sat down on her cushiony rear, and let her legs get lost underneath her stomach, losing any sense of mobility. Brenda reached out with her hands and rubbed the taut skin around her stomach, feeling so full and yet watching as she continued to grow to massive proportions. Her arms sunk into her torso, as her round stomach overtook the rest of her body, changing her into one big, gigantic, blue sphere.
Realizing she had maybe let herself go too far, Brenda uselessly wiggled her fingers, unable to remove the nozzle from her mouth. She helplessly, watched as her head level rose upward, nearly hitting the ceiling of the two story room. To her relief, the stream of juice finally, petered out, having emptied the entirety of the industrial vat. With a strong burp, Brenda forced the hose out of her mouth, allowing her to swivel her head to take in the enormous blob that was her body. Brenda wobbled herself back and forth to try and move, only succeeding in pushing out a fart.
Looking across the room for assistance, Brenda saw that Pamela had also finished off her vat, the remnants of her meal dribbling down her face and getting lost between her sagging breasts. In terms of size, she and Brenda were the same, the main difference being that while Brenda had become an overblown sphere, Pamela’s body had morphed into a fat-bottomed cone, her ass taking up a space equal to a flatbed truck. A sloshing boulder of a belly caught the waterfall of juice leaking from her gargantuan breasts, spreading a lake of green juice that rippled whenever she farted. “BWWWOOOOOOOORRRRRP that was good,” Pamela belched, her entire body shaking from her outburst.
“I can see that,” Brenda replied, pausing to belch. “Hey can you help me out over here? I can’t move.”
“Hold on.” Pamela squirmed and struggled, her legs pinned underneath her ass and her arms too heavy to move even an inch. “It’s no use. Guess we’re stuck here until someone comes and UUURRP gets us.”
Right on cue, the double doors opened up, revealing a very surprised group of tourists. The tour guide stopped his rehearsed speech and stared at the extremely, fat women, eyes wide and mouth open as if he was going to recreate one of the girls’ monstrous burps. No one dared say anything, the audience in awe of the gushing, fruity spheres and the girls overcome with embarrassment as the crowd gazed at their swollen bodies. Pamela and Brenda released their bowels in unison, breaking the silence and providing their audience with the pleasant aroma of fruit, via a mixed cloud of green and blue gas.
“I am so fired,” the tour guide said, a sputtering PHHHRRRRRRRRRRTTT from Brenda drowning out the sound of people pulling out their phones to take pictures.