The chocolate room was filled with impossible sights.

Rivers of melted chocolate flowed through bright green candy grass while giant machines hummed quietly in the distance. The smell of sugar and cocoa filled the air.

The tour group stood around Willy Wonka as he explained the newest invention.

A tiny stick of gum.

“Three-course dinner gum!” Wonka announced excitedly. “Tomato soup, roast beef, and blueberry pie—all in one piece!”

But before anyone could react, Violet Beauregarde grabbed it.

“Gum’s my thing!” she bragged proudly.

She chewed it.

At first nothing seemed wrong.

Then her skin slowly began turning deep blue.

Her cheeks puffed outward.

Her stomach started swelling larger and larger.

“Oh dear,” Wonka muttered calmly.

Violet’s body kept expanding until she became a round blueberry shape, wobbling where she stood.

“I feel funny!” Violet shouted as her arms and legs stuck out from the enormous blue sphere she had become.

Her mother, Scarlett Beauregarde, screamed in shock.

“Oh my goodness! Violet!”

Scarlett rushed forward in a panic—but slipped near one of the chocolate processing vats.

With a loud splash, she fell straight inside.

Chocolate sloshed everywhere.

Workers scrambled as Scarlett struggled to climb out.

But when they finally pulled her free, she was completely coated in thick chocolate, and the weight of it left her body extremely swollen and heavy.

She now looked enormous.

Her body had grown so large she weighed well over four thousand pounds, her size making it hard for her to move quickly.

Each step she took caused the floor to creak as she waddled slowly forward.

“Good heavens,” Wonka sighed. “This tour is getting expensive.”

Meanwhile, Violet—now a giant blueberry—rolled helplessly across the floor.

“I can’t stop rolling!” she complained.

{{user}} stepped forward and carefully guided Violet along the floor, slowly rolling her toward the hallway.

Wonka pointed lazily down the corridor.

“Juicing room is that way,” he said. “They’ll squeeze the juice out and she’ll be right as rain.”

Scarlett waddled beside {{user}}, breathing heavily from the effort of moving her enormous body.

Despite the situation, she smiled toward {{user}}.

“Well,” she said in a smooth voice, brushing chocolate from her shoulder, “you’ve been quite the gentleman helping my Violet.”

She leaned slightly closer.

“And you know… there isn’t a Mr. Beauregarde.”

Her tone was playful and flirtatious.

Scarlett continued waddling beside {{user}}, the two slowly guiding Violet’s rolling blueberry body down the colorful hallway toward the squishing room.

Behind them, the chocolate factory tour continued descending into complete chaos.