This choice: Scarlett Accepts, only to find Violet as the subject • Go Back...Chapter #5Behind the Juicing Curtain by: Glacia   "A demonstration? Well," Scarlett took a moment to pause, crafting the best response. Would turning such an opportunity take away from Violet's big win? It certainly was a risk at the juncture, and one Scarlett couldn't allow if her daughter was to walk away the best of the best among the guests. "I suppose a demonstration wouldn't hurt. After all, I'm sure you must be using some of the most advanced techniques for getting the most out of your fruits, yes?"
"Indeed! In fact, I've been working on the latest in getting the very best kind of juices created and used in my candy. If you'll follow me, I think you'll see the process starts at a very familiar spot," Wonka smiled, taking Scarlett's hand and leading her deeper and further down into the vast array of stalls, spaces, tankers, and more. In the hasty march to progress, Scarlett couldn't help but notice how the busy Loompas were toiling about with such vigor, rolling and testing what seemed like gigantic orbs of whatever it was Wonka was getting his juices from. Such sights blurred a touch as Wonka unlocked a few doors and kept the pair of them in a far more secluded section of the room.
"Now this," he gestured to a nearby balcony, its railings just high enough to keep one from easily falling down a considerable drop. "This is where all my latest magic happens. As you can imagine, growing enough fruit and vegetables in bulk can be quite the order. And simply super-sizing the produce can be a bit of a hassle in real estate. And that's when I realized what once was an old fault in something I had been working with for years could be the revolution I was looking for all this time!"
"A-and what might that be Mr. Wonka?" Scarlett asked, cautiously gazing over the railing to see a dozen large hemisphere indents lined up in two even rows.
"You'll see in just a moment. Ah, our 'Produce' has arrived!"
Looking back over, Scarlett was surprised to see a dozen girls in skin-tight latex suits being lead into the room, each in the same shade of brilliant sapphire blue. And among them appeared to be an all too familiar bob of blonde hair.
"Is that Violet?! What is she doing here?"
"Hm? Oh, I suppose Ms. Beauregarde found her way into our 'volunteers'. I can't say I'm that surprised. I always suspected your daughter was simply made for a job like this."
"A job like what?!"
"Administer the gum!"
Scarlett could only watch from the balcony above as a Loompa gave her daughter a stick of gum, allowing the girl to begin chewing it. At first, it seemed little was happening. But all at once, the girls began to moan happily, crying out about the taste of "blueberry pie and ice cream". From there, they were each placed into one of the divots as their bodies slowly turned a succulent shade of blue-violet.
"What have you done to my daughter! She looks ridiculous!"
"Nonsense, it matches her name after all. Befitting for a berry," Wonka playfully scoffed. Below them, the berrying girls' moans amplified, and a chorus of shrieks and groans of delight rose up as each one felt themselves beginning to swell, vast quantities of pure juice taking over them. Violet in particular seemed to be in the throes of the event, her belly swelling almost twice as fast as any of the other girls around her. And she continued to lead the pack as her bulbous blue belly surged all around, conjoining with her hips and ass into a uniform blue rotundness.
"She's blowing up like some kind of balloon!"
"Not quite, that's closer to what will be happening to Ms Salt. Rather, we're 'correcting' your daughter's DNA and affixing her to a new lifestyle within the Wonka brand."
"What does any of that mean?! You can't be doing this to her! It's inhumane!"
"All in the contract you signed so readily Mrs. Beauregarde. And I would have hoped it was obvious at this point what all was happening. As I stated, I needed a pure source of fruit juices without the hassle of growing massive fruits. And with my original three-course gum, the dessert always went wrong at the dessert, blowing up the subject into whatever was the flavor. But, in scraping the first two courses and tweaking the effects of the third course, I've found a way to remove the peskier parts of the subjects' humanity and turn them into a much happier, much more efficient fruit. In effect, Violet is now a blueberry."
Scarlett could only stand agape at the words that had come out of Wonka's mouth. Somehow or another, he had made a gum that turned people into dumb fruits for him to milk for his benefit! And her daughter was now one of them!
Speaking of Violet, she was far too deep into the process for much to be done about her. A staggeringly tall 15 foot sphere with just a head and her loins, Violet had lost much of the unnecessary parts of what had once made her a champion in every discipline in exchange for being a champion blueberry. And as far as she was concerned at this point, that was all she could ever want and need. To be a ripe blueberry for Wonka to juice from time to time and keep her satisfied. The gum had had the added benefit of recording much of Violet's thoughts and desires, leaving her a far more agreeable and pleasure-seeking berry than she had come in as.
"Well well, it seems the process was a marvelous success~ Violet has completely reformed into our best berry in the program yet! And I have you to thank for bringing her here to us."
"I...I can't believe this! You turned my daughter into a big blueberry!" Scarlett's words were beginning to sputter out of her head, lost in the sea of odd emotions. But one thing was not lost on her. "H-how will she compete?!"
"Compete? Haha! You're a real card Mrs. Beauregarde! I'll have to remember that. No, Violet's days of competing like she had are long retired today. In place of that, she'll be juiced regularly and provided for her new needs of stimulation. It's amazing how much pleasure a blueberry can take once you find the perfect number to crank their libido up to. And with their hormones now in a better balance for the work, it'll be nothing but dopamine for the rest of her days."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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