Berry Boy Tour Part 3

The group of four men and a candy maker wandered down a few seemingly identically corridor until Wonka came to yet another abrupt halt, this time slamming the boys into each other in a desperate scramble not to knock down the older man. Standing in Wonka’s way was a shabbily dressed man in a suit that vaguely resembled Wonka’s himself.

“Cornelius, everything alright?” Wonka seemed concerned.

“You mean aside from the two guys who just become giant fruit?” Alex muttered vaguely amused.

“Actually yes, the Loompas say they need you in the Marshmallow room. It’s urgent apparently.”

“But it’s the day of the tour couldn’t Charlie deal with it?” Wonka asked clearly exasperated.

“He’s fixing a problem in the gumdrop room…I can always help out with the tour?” Cornelius asked curiously. Wonka furrowed his brows, shifted his weight a bit, and then finally sighed.

“Alright. Well I’ll try and fix it as soon as possible and finish the tour off but I suppose you can help in the interim” Wonka leaned in close to the ragged man and whispered, “I want them all in one piece, do you understand?” He glared at the younger fellow and got a nod in response. Wonka jogged away down the way they came calling to all of them that he would be back shortly. The group of four turned their eyes to the new tour guide simultaneously. He smiled widely in response.

“I am Cornelius Wonka, Mr. Wonka’s nephew!  Nice to meet all of you, Daniel, Alex, Dylan, and Zach, correct?”
The group nodded in response, still apprehensive.

“Well I believe he was trying to show you all the television room? Or was it the inventing room? Let’s do inventing room then television, okay?” Cornelius had an unnerving energy about him. “Right okay let’s go everyone we’ve got things to do and candy to eat!” He marched down the hall and the four men slowly followed.
They came to a door marked TELEVISION ROOM and Cornelius spun around. “You’re all going to have a great privilege today. In the room behind me, lies a brand new Wonka invention. Too bad for those big berry boys.” He stared back at the group awkwardly. There was silence. “Right okay.” He gulped and turned around, pressing a quick combination into the door’s keypad. It slid open with a *hiss* and the group stepped into a blindingly bright and hi-tech looking room. In the center of the white room was a giant screen and what looked to be a humongous camera. Oompa Loompas in sterile outfitters bustled around the room and ignored the interlopers.

“In this very room, we here at Wonka are working on an amazing step forward for mankind. Introducing ‘Wonka-Vision’. Cornelius beamed.

“What’s it do?” Daniel asked.

“It teleports things! It takes anything we have here in the factory no matter the size and moves it wherever we want it to go all over the globe!” Cornelius spoke so fast it was barely intelligible. “Right now the way it works is, we can video something through this-“He gestured to the giant camera pointed towards the pedestal. “And it comes out here, “he gestured towards the giant screen. Let’s watch.”
The Oompa Loompas set about placing a giant Wonka bar in the middle of the pedestal, while another Oompa passed around stark white jumpsuits and goggles to each tour member. They donned the zip up suits and goggles and Cornelius gave the Oompa Loompas a thumbs up.
There was a loud whine followed by a huge flash and the giant candy bar was gone.

“It’s gone!”

“It works!”

“It’s moving.” Cornelius replied smiling. He pointed towards the screen and as everyone stared at it intently, a small shape became identifiable. As the shape became clearer and more crisp, the tour group gasped in unison.

“It’s real…” Alex trailed off.

“It’s right there.” Cornelius said, reaching out and plucking the chocolate bar from the screen and taking a bite. Everyone gasped yet again.

“Oh my god.”

“How is this possible, it’s a miracle.”

“Who wants to take it for a ride?” Cornelius asked, getting silence as a response. “Hmm, maybe you need some encouragement?” He said, producing a bright red jaw breaker. “Whoever goes through gets to have this one of a kind handmade Wonka Cherry jawbreaker.” They all continued to look at him incredulously. Except for Dylan, Dylan simply stared at the ground. “Dylan.” Cornelius snared. “You try it.” Dylan began to tremble, and looked up at the man in terror.

“No no please I’d much rather just watch I don’t want to-“

“Hush my boy, life is for living!” Cornelius said, pushing the boy towards the pedestal with one hand, the other nearly shoving the candy into the boy’s mouth. Before Dylan could protest again, Cornelius hopped back and gave the thumbs up to the Oompa Loompas, and in a flash the boy was gone.

“He’s traveling in here now, Cornelius laughed, pointing into the air. “And in any minute…” He drifted off. As if on cue, the outline of the boy began to appear on the screen. He became more and more opaque until he appeared to be fully formed. He stepped down off the screen, his face squeezed into an expression of great displeasure.

“I really wish you hadn’t done that it was really not okay with me.” Dylan sputtered.

“You just need to live a little!” Cornelius laughed. “Now how’s that jawbreaker?”
Dylan paused for a second. “I…I don’t know, it’s not in my mouth.” Dylan began to shift uncomfortably.

“That is quite odd.” Cornelius was grinning again. It made Dylan very uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as the strange feeling in his stomach.

“Are you okay man?” Zach asked, putting a hand on Dylan’s shoulder and shooting Cornelius a sour look.

“No my stomach –ungh- hurts.” Dylan said clutching at the rain coat material of his jumpsuit.

“Oh god.” Alex groaned. “Look at his nose.” Dylan began rubbing furiously at his face, eyes darting between the boys and Cornelius.

“What, what’s wrong with it?!” He whined.

“It looks quite red, are you warm?” Cornelius asked.

“What flavor did you say that jawbreaker was? Cherry?” Daniel asked.

“What did you do to me?!” Dylan yelled at Cornelius, tears dripping down his now bright red face.

“Oh look its spread to your hands too.” Cornelius responded, sounding bored. Dylan tried to stick his finger down his throat and vomit up the jawbreaker but stopped when the Candy Man cleared his throat.

“More than likely the teleporter got confused when it reconstructed you over here, and wasn’t sure where the boy started and the candy began. Sometimes these things do get a bit wonky I’m sure you can understand.”

“Understand?!” Dylan asked, “How can you-“ he fell silent, clutching his stomach hard. It was grumbling terribly and he felt a tremendous pressure exerting itself on his gut. Suddenly he felt his hands grow farther apart from each other. He looked down at his once flat stomach and was horrified to find it now stuck out slightly from his body. His jumpsuit was very formfitting and served only to accentuate his now growing belly. Zach took a step back from Dylan and fell silent. Dylan looked up at the group and found only despair on everyone’s face, everyone that is, except Cornelius who was simply licking his lips. His stomach lurched and surged forward, and Dylan felt very exposed with such a large and ponderous belly sticking so far out from him.

“Woah-“ Dylan shouted as he felt himself lose balance for a second. He swung his head back to see what had caused this sudden shift in weight only to be greeted by a growing rear end, which was swelling nearly as rapidly as his belly. Both of them raced outwards from the boy, and he struggled to stay upright as the heavy sloshing bulk pushed outwards. His stomach was the size of a beach ball now, and growing. His wide belly button now visible thanks to the taunt fabric that wrapped around his large gut. His round rear grew just as fast, his cheeks now moving and jiggling embarrassingly with each movement the boy made. Soon however, Dylan began to feel a strange gushing throughout his entire body. No longer concentrated in his belly and butt, the swelling spread to his arms and thighs. His legs filled in quickly, tapering off towards his feet, and his upper arms fattened and spread against his upper body. The once very skinny boy now looked like he had gained a solid 100 pounds in a few seconds. He shifted his weight back, feeling his now fat thighs rub against each other with a *slosh* and his uncomfortably large belly shake in response.

Every single moment that passed seemed to bring the expansion to a new part of his body. As Dylan continued to whine and clutch at his belly, his chest, once trim and athletic, grew and swelled into fat and juicy breasts, which sat atop his now yoga ball sized stomach. The tight fabric revealed every nook and cranny of the boy’s swelling body, and its coloration had now changed from bright white to red, due to Dylan’s coloration underneath.

“Is he…is it a cherry he’s turning into?” Alex asked Cornelius.

“I’m not sure but he is quite ripe already isn’t he?” Cornelius smirked.

“STOP!” Dylan screamed, his face now an even brighter shade of red then the rest of him. His back and front had swollen so much they were now merging with his sides to create a sort of roundness to the boy that was all too familiar to the group. “I AM A PERSON NOT A FRUIT!” He said, waving his arms and trying to gesture grandiosely only to feel nearly all movement becoming very difficult.

“You’re either a very skinny fruit, or a very fat person.” Cornelius laughed, stepping forward to prod Dylan painfully in his large belly, which was now the center point of the boy’s entire body. His arms and legs were now ridiculously thick and their circumference was horrifying wide, they appeared more like fat cones that stuck out at odd angles from his otherwise round center. He took a step towards the group of boys, trying in vain to escape the taunt, only to find that movement was now impossible. His swelling body had taken his knees and all he could do was simply bounce and sway in a ponderous step that looked painful to the observers. No matter how large his belly seemed, it simply kept growing, his sides and back as well, until it's mass had absorbed his limbs up to the wrists and ankles. His head was angled upwards as his chest swelled. He was now completely round save for his extremities.

“Help him!” Zach yelled, still unwilling to give up hope.

“Help the cherry boy?” Cornelius asked, perking up. “Let’s see, how are you swelling…” Cornelius placed his hands on Dylan’s belly, Dylan waved his hands furiously in response, but when he tried to open his mouth and protest he found that his lips and cheeks had swollen it completely shut. His eyes stared at Cornelius widely from inside his fat red head. “This is…well I’ll be darned this is juice too.” Cornelius pondered, wiping a small drop that had fallen from the corner of Dylan’s hugely round cheeks.

“At least it looks like he stopped growing.” Dan said, staring up and down at the round boy.

“Oh he definitely has, I can’t hear anything in there.” Cornelius called with his ear to Dylan’s broad side. He brought his head up, and stared at his hands, counting something and muttering wildly. He looked Dylan in the eyes, “No fixing this greedy cherry now.” This enraged Dylan, he couldn’t hit the man but he could still do something at least! He let out a huge *Spwat* of spit at the candy maker, landing smack dab on his face. It was red like cherry juice and Cornelius hurriedly wiped it off. Suddenly Dylan let out a whimper as Cornelius looked at him with unrelenting fury. “You’re going to be the biggest one I’ve ever made.” He hissed at the boy, who gulped in response.

“What’re you doing, you have to get him to the juicing room.” Zach exclaimed trying to snap Cornelius out of his rage. The candy man snapped around and got uncomfortably close to his guest, staring at him in the eyes intimidatingly.

“When we get to the end of the tour, my uncle is going to expect a completely extravagant party for all of you. And the grand finale involves a huge ice cream sundae.” He cracked another one of his hideous smiles. “And I just thought of the perfect topper!” He laughed and spun around facing the swollen boy who was now groaning and flapping his hands and feet as fast as he could. He placed his hands against the side of the six-foot-round ball of juice and gave a hardy push, allowing him to ease to a stop in front of the giant camera. He stepped back and yelled up to the Oompa Loompa operating the machine. “Magnification increase to five percent! And don’t forget this!” He said, producing yet another jawbreaker and shoving it into the boy’s mouth with much resistance. “Go!” And with yet another flash, Dylan’s massive form had disappeared. The boys and Oompa Loompas now gathered in the room strained to see the first outline on the screen, and when they did they were shocked. Dylan was no longer the six foot tall cherry he had been when he went through. He was still completely round, however he was now close to three feet tall. Two Oompa Loompa’s dutifully rolled the boy down off the screen and into the middle of the room again and Cornelius sized up his prey. Dylan’s head was now significantly smaller, the size of a child’s baby doll, though it still retained the same features. The same could be said of his hands and feet, all proportionally much smaller than before.

“It didn’t work psycho! He’s getting smaller.” Zach smirked.

“Is he?” Cornelius hissed and as if on cue, more rumbling began from inside the round boy. With a squeak and a moan, Dylan’s smaller body began to push outward yet again, pulling his hands, feet, and head into divots on his side just like the other boys. With each moment that passed, Dylan got taller and wider, reaching past out. The boy’s began to sweat as they watched the boy grow and grow, his body creaking and groaning. He was swelling so fast his entire body was swaying side to side as he reached 4 feet, then 5, then 6, until his body began to slow down and stop at a little over seven feet around. He had a much darker coloration to his body now nearly black, and his jumpsuit seemed hilariously over stretched across his wide front. Without missing a beat, Cornelius spoke up. “Again!”

Dylan screamed inside his fat head, now nearly invisible on the broad side of his body.
Oompa Loompa’s rolled the fruit towards the camera and Cornelius approached. He grabbed the boy and turned him slightly, until he could find the man’s head. He took his thumb and forefinger and squeezed the tiny nose, until Dylan couldn’t take it anymore and his mouth popped open. In that second Cornelius shoved in another candy and jumped away, giving a thumbs up to the Oompa Loompa as yet another flash made the boy disappear once more.
As he came into focus he was back to three feet, and his head was now barely visible.

“What are you doing to him?” Dan sputtered, shocked at the transformation’s brutality.

“It’s simple. I’ve changed the magnification on the camera so now every time he goes through the camera, his body gets a bit smaller, because the setting on my WonkaVision is for a television screen smaller than the one we have here, and as we all know television’s make large things appear much smaller than they are. If I’m successful He’ll be the juiciest, ripest person ever!” Dylan let out an audible groan at what he heard, with a much higher pitch then he was used to hearing. His body ignored his protests however, and began growing yet again. The round boy’s sides reached higher and higher towards the ceiling, as his huge belly churned with juice and became darker and darker red, nearly mahogany. He was no longer growing steadily, but in huge and powerful surges. Every few seconds or so his sides would lurch and groan outwards, as his body grew to nearly seven feet yet again. His hands and head were now invisible, long having disappeared inside of his fat and juicy body.
“This can’t be good for him.” Alex said matter-of-factly.

“Well he’s a dessert now I’m not really concerned with what’s good for him, just what’s good for that sundae he’ll be on, isn’t that right boys.” Cornelius turned towards the men but got only angry looks in response. He sighed and turned back to his now ten foot tall cherry. He placed a hand against the side and felt the laborious sloshing inside. “Nearly 10,000 gallons inside the boy now I’d suspect. If he were still normal sized he’d be nearly sixty feet across. This is magnificent I’ve been waiting for someone to give me an excuse to try this.” Dylan’s nostrils flared. He could no longer hear any of them, all he could feel was the pressure. He was so huge he couldn’t fathom it. Huge pressure all along his body took him a second to process. Then he realized he was being rolled. He had forgotten that Cornelius had not only filled him to explode, but made him much smaller as well. Then he felt a pinching and cried out in pain, only to have another jaw breaker shoved into his open mouth yet again. He cried, unable to even fit the huge candy in his mouth, but his assailant continued to press until with a *pop* it occupied his entire mouth. Then he felt a tingly sensation all across his broad front and suddenly nothing.

The boy’s watched Cornelius send Dylan through yet again, and when he reappeared he was once again only three feet around. He was also a dark black with swirling purples and reds across his surface. A constant rumbling could be heard from deep inside of the ball. A very high pitched moaning sound escaped from within one of the five puckers on the cherry’s surface. Suddenly the rumbling increased in volume and the sphere began to shake and creak ominously. Everyone's eyes were trained on Dylan as the now tiny boy surged outwards once more. Each shuddering growth spurt was followed by a high-pitched, muffled squeak as the cherry grew so full of juice the divots that held Dylan's extremities were nearly invisible as they puckered and bulged together, obscuring his last remaining human features deep within his tight body. Surge after surge of juice went through him as he edged past 10 feet. A gurgling noise could be heard from within the completely round and shiny black ball in the center of the screen. Suddenly he stopped swelling and Cornelius drew his face into a scoul. He reached out a hand and smacked the boy hard on his broad front, sending Dylan's sides into a odd quiver. The Oompa Loompas gasped aloud as the boy started to inch outwards yet again. The creaking and moaning began again as the boy swelled to an exhausting 12 foot size. He was so ponderously full of juice it looked as though any touch would surely make the boy explode. As the swelling seemed to come to a hault, Cornelius gave a few brief instructions to the Oompa Loompa’s and then turned towards the group.

“Right. We can all enjoy Mr. Dylan when we have our sundae! For now we have to press on.” And ushered them out of the room in a flash.