>>5297"MMMMPH?!" Hands still on the tube, Charlotte's heart began to race wildly as she witnessed a change take place in her appearance. Her arms... they were larger than before! And getting larger! They filled out her white blouse sleeves to capacity, flaring out with chub and beginning to rip the fabric in various places.
*POP*
*POP*
*POP* *POP* *POP*
The buttons on Charlotte's blouse began to give way, zinging across the room and landing near Vinny's shoes. He picked one up, and gripped it firmly in his hand. Something to always remember the old Charlotte by.
"Well, well, well! Look at what we have here!"
Both teenagers turned their attention towards the entrance, the very man that they had attempted to steal from looking down at them with a bemused expression.
"I'll tell you what we have here," Mr. Qwerty continued, leaping over the railing and making his way over to Vinny. "One of the greatest plans I've ever hatched in my entire lifetime, that's what! There are still a few more phases to go through, but I'll take over from here, son. You've been an excellent help in ensnaring this one."
Charlotte became wide-eyed. She stared at Vinny with a hurt, disbelieving look.
"Yeah, eh heh...", Vinny told her guiltily, wiping the sweat off of his forehead. "How else did you think I was able to secure a ticket without any publicity?"
She couldn't believe it. Vinny was Billiam Qwerty's son! His SON! So then... his love wasn't real?! He only kissed her to fool her?! And... wait, no... NO!
The fifth ticket... the Qwerty bar...! Oh, Vinny, you knew it was in there! You knew it all along!
"By the way, Miss Charlotte...", said Mr. Qwerty, rubbing his hands together haughtily as he gazed upon her body. "Your beautiful mother may or may not be on her way to the Fizz Room, where she was led to believe you were awaiting for her there. Little does she know, it's all part of my lovely little plan! Hee hee!"
"Dad, you didn't have to go that far!", cried Vinny, his awful, gut-wrenching feeling growing.
An unintelligible screech came from the blonde, and anger overtook her as she tried to run forward and hit the man. Emphasis on tried. She would've liked to, at least, but she was no longer able to walk, let alone run. Her thighs, which Vinny had attested were definitely Charlotte's greatest feminine asset, had gotten so big and round that they nearly touched now.
*RRRRIIIIIPPPP*
Charlotte waved her pillowy arms around frantically, and watched helplessly as her legs began to burgeon wildly, swelling at an incredible rate from within with cream. Her chocolate brown pants had not been able to take the torture, and burst apart rather violently at the seams to reveal immense, hefty layers of chub that continued piling onto her once lithe frame. Near her crotch, one could make out the color of panties she had decided on that day, which were a lovely lime green.
By now, she seemed to surpass Augustine and Alyssa Glump COMBINED. Her belly and boobs were getting quite large, but her thighs and ass... they were the true stars of the show! It became so bad that Charlotte's pants began to look more like an atrociously made pair of large daisy dukes, a good bit of the remaining fabric left hanging in-between her legs while her huge butt bulged out the splits in the back.
As her clothes continued bursting at the seams, Mr. Qwerty procured a shiny harmonica from his pocket. He played a little ditty while hopping around, alternating from one foot to the other, something that even Vinny had to look at strangely, but then realized what it was his father was doing. No, he wasn't summoning the Bogey men. It was Loompa Oompa time.
They materialized out of nowhere, seemingly from the darkness, and gathered around the musically inclined Billiam Qwerty who was still playing away on the harmonica, where they began mimicking his curious movements. And then, he stopped abruptly, wiping the saliva from his mouth.
"Lights, please! I need the lights taken care of! The show is now on the road!"
Adhering to Mr. Qwerty's demands, all the lights in the Cream Room seemed to dim, one brighter, more expansive light taking their place and enveloping Charlotte in all of her cream-filled, corpulent splendor.
Following this, the mastermind stretched forth his cane towards Charlotte, taking something out with the other and tossing it to Vinny. It was a mini-radio.
"On my cue, the song will be played. Capicce, Vincent?"
"Yes, dad...", Vinny obeyed reluctantly. He desperately wanted to erase the looks of hatred that Charlotte sent his way, but he couldn't. Nothing could ever restore the past, because his father's plans involved permanency.
Raising his cane and swinging it in the air, a-one, a-two, a-one, two, three... Mr. Qwerty brought it down with certainty on the final beat, to which Vinny pressed the play button.
The Loompa Oompas began prancing around Charlotte in the darkness, humming ominously to the tune that Mr. Qwerty had composed. Stark terror was painted all over Charlotte's face, and she lifted a hefty arm up to try and wave away a minion that had come too close for comfort.
Keeping their leaps in time with the beat, the Loompa Oompas began to sing what they had rehearsed.
Loompa, Oompa, Doompa Dee Doo~
I've got a fun ol' stumper for you~ (Oo oo oo~)