>>4835[PART ONE]
You want some of the chocolate from the river. Wonka said it's off limits, but no one is currently looking. Nervously you gaze down at yourself. What's on you is a latex suit, with a rubber corset of sorts, that shows every curve. If the chocolate is fattening, it will definitely show up. You decide it's worth the risk though, and quickly slurp some chocolate. Deftly, your tongue sweeps around your mouth, and with a wipe from your sleeve, no evidence remains. yet.
The group advances through the tour of the candy garden. You cannot stop tasting the chocolate, soft, silent burps keep coming. In fact, you seem full, despite not having eaten that much yet. It's so GOOD. You let yourself daydream about having your mouth stuck to a pipe where chocolate is forced in, until you're a human balloon and pop. The feeling of stretching, latex chafing up against your skin, and rising dough are not figments of your imagination, however. A slow smile appears on your face before
*URP*
Everyone turns around to look at you.
"looks like someone's enjoying the sweets"
"you're gonna get so fat haha"
"holy shit look he's already bigger, his ass was certainly not this fat"
"uhh...I think he's still growing"
"no way...just how big is he going to get?"
The guests begin to poke and prod. You check on your ass, two orbs stick out. They were right, it definitely was not this fat, and it looked twice as wide. Ever so slightly, it was rising, and the latex in your buttcrack was pulling more and more. The rubber corset grabs your attention, it becoming skinnier, but stretching wider, pinching into your sides. Gradually, love handles are puffing up, the other guests poking this rising dough. Everywhere around you the chafing latex can be felt. Your thighs in particular feel squeezed. A strange arousal was overtaking you, a tingling sensation building down south. You were avoiding looking at your belly when suddenly a cane prodded your soft dome.
"You ate some of the river's chocolate, correct?" A sigh came from Wonka. "if you had just told me sooner, this could have been avoided"
"what's going to happen to him?" a nervous question came
"The chocolate inside of him is replicating itself. The belt can restrain the process, but we'll see if it holds"
"What happens if the belt snaps"
Silence from Wonka. At this point, you've got to be 300 pounds. You dick is now hardening, and you ballsack feels claustrophobic. So warm a sensation surges through you, fat piling on faster. The taste of chocolate grows stronger, and you burp again. Bingowings the size of pool toys envelop your arm, the suit pinching around the arm pits. The belly in front of you keeps pushing out in every direction, As you feel your ass blowing out behind you. The most god awful pinch is around the waist, however. You're a pear now, The belt skinnier than ever, and bisecting your stomach and ever-bulging love handles.
"H-help me" you ask, swaying trying to keep balance. You look back at them, softening cheeks on your face rising from below. Your arms keep coming up, your torso growing so much they stick out at 45 degree angles. More and more the wobbling comes on, eventually destabilizing you to fall backwards.
*BWOMPPFFF*
You wiggle and wobble, your stomach sloshing around the most. Slowly, an audible deep-sea gurgling emanates deep within you. "alright, Everyone stand back" Wonka says. "The fat's still piling on inside him, but the belt should stop the chocolate now." You are simply forced into an immobile position, and the lust is driving you mad. Your dick isn't just hard now, it's actually growing. More and more pressure fills the squishy folds. The feeling of an overripe tomato comes to mind. This arouses you to no end, and your phallic organ is shooting up, until it hits the belt
You wake shortly from your stupor. It seems the tip of the organ had slipped under the belt of your belly. It pulled and pulled, until finally...*SNAP*