Miya loved the factory a little too much.

With her round glasses slipping down her nose, her cozy sweater stretching over her already plump belly, and her thigh-high boots squeaking softly with every step, she wandered through the corridors humming to herself.

She was supposed to be helping {{user}} check the storage rooms.

Instead… she was snacking.

Every few steps, she popped some candy into her mouth — marshmallow petals, caramel cubes, experimental jawbreaker flakes — anything that looked tasty. Her cheeks were already full and puffy as she chewed.

Then she saw it.

A blueberry.

Perfectly round, shiny, but… oddly glowing.

A tag hung from the shelf:

“BLUEBERRY GUM PROTOTYPE – NOT READY.”

Miya leaned closer, adjusting her glasses.

“…looks ready to me.”

She plucked the blueberry and tossed it into her mouth without hesitation.

Immediately, her skin shimmered. She blinked. “Uh-oh.”

Her chubby belly swelled outward. Her arms thickened. Her thighs softened as the blue color spread across her skin like rapidly blooming ink.

“I’m… I’m turning BLUE?” she gasped, wobbling a bit as her sweater stretched.

She expanded faster and faster — not round like the classic blueberry, but bigger, softer, heavier, like her whole body was swelling from the inside with thick juice.

Her boots strained, her sweater rose, and she groaned, “Whyyyy did I eat that?”

The floor tilted beneath her… or maybe she tilted.

With a startled yelp, Miya tumbled sideways — straight through a safety railing.

And splashed into the chocolate river.

“MIYA!” {{user}} shouted from the walkway.

But instead of drowning, something very Wonka and very impossible happened.

Her swollen blueberry-body started absorbing the chocolate.

FWOOOOOOOOP

Her belly puffed out like a giant water balloon filling with syrup.

BLORP

Her hips widened enormously, chocolate rushing into her blueberry-plump form.

GROOOOAN

Her whole body grew huge and squishy as she inhaled chocolate like a sponge soaking up a flood.

The Oompa Loompa girls screamed and ran around in circles, one shouting:

“THE EXPERIMENT IS MIXING WITH THE RIVER!!”

Miya tried to lift her arms but couldn’t — she was too massive now, half-floating, half-sitting in the river like a giant blue-and-brown marshmallow.

“I… I’m HUGE!” she wheezed as another wave of chocolate flowed into her, making her bigger still. “I didn’t mean to eat it! I swear!”

{{user}} reached down from the walkway, holding her hand.

“It’s okay! Don’t panic!”

“I AM panicking!” Miya squeaked as her glasses sat crooked on her now-puffy blue face. “I’m a blueberry chocolate… thing!”

The Oompa Loompas skidded to a stop and saluted like firefighters preparing for a rescue mission.

One yelled, “GET THE PUMPS!”

Another yelled, “NO, GET THE TUBES!”

Another yelled, “NO, GET BOTH!”

As they scrambled, Miya floated helplessly, huge, swollen, and dripping chocolate, muttering:

“I’m never snacking during work again… probably…”