Hotaru x Vi Berry Shrinking

Mega Hotaru pushed open the wide double doors with a loud clatter that echoed through the vast open space of the next area in their forbidden tour of the closed and deserted factory, her partner in crime following close behind as she turned to look over her shoulder and continue their idle chit-chat. "Wow! I wasn't expect THAT kind of equipment in a place like this. To think they shrunk a chocolate bar that huge down and even transported it into a TV! Amazing, right?" She couldn't bring her mind away from the boggling tech she had just had the good fortune to take for a secret test run and all the potential applications of such an amazing device. It was almost tempting enough to make her head right back and spend the rest of their limited time available here before anyone shows up just playing around with it, but seeing as her associate was keen in checking out what was in this room in particular Hotaru had little choice but to go along with what they had arranged before breaking in. "So, Vi. What's so special about this room in particular that caught your eye? I heard the area was closed off for tours, but I don't see what's so special about..." Pausing to flick a nearby light switch she glanced at the sign above the door to read their current location. "...Experimental chewing gum? Hmm, I take it back! That does sound kinda interesting, but just what kinds of experiments can you do with gum?" She turned to the other young woman and shot her an inquisitive look as if she were addressing a tour guide on a much more legal excursion through the factory.

Wonka Victim: Hotaru's companion, a slim young woman in cobalt blue and velvet-trim, is playing her cell-phone, the light being used in lieu of a flashlight, over the banks of dusty machines and drapery covering defunct experiments. "...I heard about this from one of the guys who used to do cleanup around here. Back when they legit ran a candy business, the owner was, like, some kind of genius with tech, but a nut when it came to marketing it. You saw that TV setup-- he could have made a fortune selling that to the government, right? Instead he was going to beam chocolate bars around!" Checking the same sign that Hotaru is reading, Vi allows herself a smug little smile. "Yeah, this is the place. He was making the ultimate diet gum-- all the nutrition, no calories? C'mon, Hotaru, that's pretty great, you have to admit." This again? Hotaru knows her friend is as diet-conscious as can be, proud of her slender figure and the hours she's put into maintaining her ideal weight. A gum that lets you keep a perfect figure without calories? Of course that would be a holy grail to Vi. She follows the trail of conveyor belts and old pipes to a central machine, a hulking mass of tubes, vats, and valves, looking more like some old steam calliope than a manufacturing device.

Mega Hotaru responded to Vi's criticism with a dismissive laugh loud enough to echo around the open room and brazenly announce their illegal presence that thankfully went unheard due to the incredibly lax security of the place. "Hah! The government, really? I think he had the right idea using it for chocolate, but he took it in the wrong direction! Why make the chocolate less? If it were me I'd make everything way bigger! Just imagine turning a small candy bar into a giant slab of chocolate, wouldn't that be amazing?" She began to trail off slightly and get lost in her own imagination about that wonderful machine next door; she would definitely have to make a return to that room if time allowed it once her friend finished up with whatever she was looking for in here. "I guess, that does sound kind of amazing." Lucky to be blessed with genetics that ensured the only weight gained went to her prominent bust no matter how much sugar she scarfed down, Hotaru didn't exactly empathize well with Vi's plight for cutting down on the calories, but still shared her enthusiasm for such bizarre experimental treats. Letting her friend take the lead she followed close behind and made a quick glance over her shoulder at where Vi was headed. "So, any luck with what you're searching for?"

Wonka Victim: Naturally Hotaru would want bigger chocolate, city-sized blocks of chocolate, if there's one thing the two of them disagree on, it's too many sweets. Vi's almost prim reluctance to even cheat on her diet, always going on about her idea weight, versus Hotaru's eager gluttony. Vi's teeth gleam in her pale face as she turns back to look at her busty friend-- her own figure is far more willowy, but with her gothy leanings it suits her. "Ta-da!" she says, waggling her hands in front of the looming device. "This has got to be it. Check the hallway-- I have to test this out and I don't want us being disturbed!" Without waiting, Vi circles the machine and finally locates a set of controls, and the warning sign above it-- DANGER-- do not use; unstable formula! Rolling her eyes at the overly-dramatic warning, she finds the Big Red Button and mashes it with her thumb. Instantly, the machine whirs into a cacophony of sounds and random motion, pumps wheezing, pipes gurgling, less-identifiable parts doing things neither of them could even guess at. Vi jumps back with some startled alarm and then laughs at her own nervous reaction. As she circles back to the hopper near the front, a little strip of blue gum drops from the chute, rattling hollowly, like a diamondback.

Mega Hotaru went ahead and followed Vi's instructions and waited by the door to stand guard for anyone approaching, but her diligence wavered in the face of her overwhelming curiosity and as soon as the machine really kicked in she immediately abandoned her post to join her equally eager friend on inspecting just what this machine had spat out. "Ooh, is that it?" She called out while practically pouncing the girl from behind, two large squishy orbs pressing roughly into Vi's back as Hotaru leaned in uncomfortably close to examine the tiny stick of blue gum presented before her. "So that's the experimental gum, huh?" Without warning she took the initiative and reached out to take the gum for herself, albeit only to inspect up close while her wandering eyes occasionally veered off the catch a glance at the machine that had just produced it. The warning signs only served to stoke the fires of curiosity further and after barely a moment of staring at it she thrust the supposedly dangerous treat into Vi's hands. "It's all yours! Maybe if it tastes good I'll even make one for myself, so really try and sell it to me, okay?" A voice of reason Hotaru was not, and that was why the two of them stood here in a area of the factory that was meant to be off-limits to the public eye. The instant the gum changed hands the overexcitable girl began to shift and fidget on the spot, voicing her eagerness to see this little experiment out with her body language while she waited for Vi to go ahead and kick off her taste test.

Wonka Victim: Vi certainly doesn't notice her lookout on this caper has become easily distracted. Doesn't look like these two will be robbing any banks anytime soon, does it. With her attention on the gum, Vi is easily startled by the sudden appearance of Hotaru behind her, and the ambush-hug. The skinnier girl flinches and then chortles, finding the enthusiasm contagious. "Yes, yes, yes, that's the experimental gum, now gimmie, you got to play with your giant chocolate bar teleporter, this one is mine, ha!" When it's returned, she eagerly unwraps the little sweet. "If this tastes good we'll get a bag of them to take with us, maybe if it really is full nutrition without calories I can sneak an ice-cream sandwich with you once in a while, huh?" Carelessly flicking the little wrapper aside, Vi pops it into her mouth, biting down, the stiff little piece of gum quickly becoming shapeless and soft in her mouth. "...ok, sell it to you, huh? How's this, you know those berries we got when we went out picking last Summer? The ones as big as our thumbs? This is juicier than those. It's really intense, it's like chewing big, ripe, bursting blueberries, the kind you want to mash up in a smoothie! How does he cram this much berry into a little strip of gum?" She smirks at Hotaru, but her companion may be a little startled to see Violet's pale, snub nose turning a really brilliant shade of blue itself...

Mega Hotaru's eyes widened from the vivid and verbose descripion coming from her friend, all for a single strip of gum too that only helped emphasize its effect even more. "You're doing a great job so far, Vi! The way you're describing this it sounds like you've got way more in your mouth than just a stick of gu-" Immediately stopping mid-word Hotaru's expression turned from amusement to that of shock as she noticed her friend's face gradually begin to shift in color, starting from the nose and spreading outwards so that in a span of seconds all she could see was a striking blue that perfectly matched the berries she was describing. At first she simply stood there mouth agape while observing the change, and she was just seconds away from pointing it out in a frantic voice that could possibly cause a panic between them attempting to assess the sudden shift in hue going on, but instead of doing any of that Hotaru held her tongue and continued to simply observe, eventually clearing her throat and making her best attempt at sounding innocent with her questioning. "Ahem, so uhm... Vi, still tastes great does it? No other wonderful sensations going on is there?" Curiosity really did kill the cat because right now the lilac haired girl was more eager than anything else in the world to figure out the extent of what was going on right before her eyes, enough to throw her good friend under the proverbial bus and allow her to keep chewing away in ignorance to the already bizarre side effects of the experimental gum. And while she watched Vi up and down, Hotaru couldn't help but notice that the trim figure her friend bragged about so readily had changed slightly, but that must have been her imaginination because for some reason her outfit did seem a little tighter than it did a moment ago; that must have been the angle the light caught it or something similar, surely.

Wonka Victim: Surely. It couldn't possibly be from the way the seams along her leggings seem to pucker slightly, as her thighs widen, or how the belt pinching her slender waistline seems to be under more strain, or how her torso looks thicker. The color, a smooth, rich, almost fluorescently brilliant shade of blue-- not even a natural color, it's too intense-- spreads under her velvet collar and appears moments later staining her hands to the tips of the slender fingers. If it's progressing that quickly, it's easy to imagine her body under her clothes, and in fact, a glance downwards would confirm the slice of ankle visible below her cuffs to be the same shade. The dark brown hair framing her face, straight cut and with flattering bangs, remains the same normal color, a stark contrast. "It's holding up the flavor like no other gum I've ever had, 'Taru, the flavor's not fading at all-- though it's a little sweeter than I'd like... kinda... overpowering? Still, I mean, if it's really giving me all the nutrients for a whole day and won't mess up my diet..." Watching the slight but growing wideness of her friend, Hotaru has a sneaking suspicion that dieting won't be anything Vi will have to worry about, possibly ever again. And she was so looking forward to swimsuit season, too-- not that the pale, gothy young woman ever went near the beach, of course.

Mega Hotaru bit down on her lower lip just to stifle herself from blowing the secret all too soon. Vi's continued ignorance of the drastic changes taking place to her body were doing a far better job at selling the potency of the gum's taste if it was enough to distract her from all of this. In addition to bloating up so much that her button up outfit was in danger of exploding in a hail of plastic shrapnel Hotaru watched in amazement as her firend began to expand vertically to make it trully omnidirectional, the pair's near enough identical height soon facing a growing gap as the purple-faced girl edged upwards inch by inch. It was enough to make keeping a lid on this grand secret impossible to do any longer and with a snide giggle barely suppressed she spoke out of the situation finally. "So, about the whole 'zero calorie' thing they were advertizing with this gum. I, umm, don't think it does the job very well, eheh. Just take a look down and see for yourself, Vi!" The tempation was too much and Hotaru went ahead and reached out to help herself to the first physical examination of Vi's condition, and the instant her hands met the girl's bloated body covered in tightly stretched out fabric she immediately let out an amazing gasp. "Oh! Vi, I thought you were just plumping up, but this is something different entirely!" Taking a firm hold of the oversized gut protruding from the front as it still continued to grow further outwards, Hotaru gave it a rough jostle and immediately the sound of plentiful liquid sloshing around inside filled the room. "Amazing! It's... It's all juice in here! Go ahead and give yourself a shake around if you don't believe me!" Finally she came out and addressed the rapidly expanding elephant in the room, but at the same time not a hint of concern for her friend's wellbeing was present in her voice, rather she sounded as if she was encouraging the change and was happy to let things keep going as they were to see just how far things would go. When she did finally tear her eyes away from Vi's midsection to look up, way up by now and meet her eye-to-eye, there was a crazed expression on her face coupled with a bright red flush to contrast her blue that really didn't do a thing to inspire any confidence.

Wonka Victim: With her eyes slightly closed in tasting the gum, Vi's distraction allows her expansion to accelerate before she hears the smug giggle in her 'friend's' voice. By then, the poor girl's hard-fought diet body is ruined, her hips enormous and thighs thick, her rear jiggling gigantically. Eyes wide and fearful, she looks down, or at least tries to, her chin bumps the forward swell of her upper torso, and she gasps. "I-- I d-don't understand, w-what's happening to me!?" Pouncing on her, Hotaru's fingers sink into the wobbling juicy belly, and the audible sloshing makes the panicking girl try to pull away, but the eager Hotaru has no difficultly keeping her grip. Vi's legs simply won't bend, they're too thick, and the awkward waddle backwards is far too slow. The tightening belt finally snaps off, and the middle surges out all the more, but Vi looks even more terrified. "T-the gum! When you shook m-me I swallowed it!! I swallowed the gum!!" She can feel it inside of her, still pumping out juice with abandon.

Mega Hotaru was in complete awe at just how insanely huge her supposed friend was getting, with little signs of stopping too. She extended her arms in both directions and dove right in to embrace the taut wall of blue with her entire body, feeling its immense form bounce back with further sounds of endless liquid violently thrashing around internally as it grew more and more spherical in shape. "I don't know either, Vi, but wow! What a change, huh? That gum really is something else; I can see why they had all those signs up!" Finally pulling herself away from the gigantic mess that was becoming of Vi's body, she stepped back and really took in the incredible sight with just barely enough time to duck down and avoid a dangerous projectile that was the bloated girl's belt exploding off in her direction. "Whoa! Close call, hehe..." The shock from nearly being knocked out by a belt almost caused Hotaru to miss what Vi said, but from how impossible to ignore her panicking was the words reached her ears without problem causing the rather maniacal young woman to pique right up. "Really? You swallowed it?! That... That's amazing! Now we can see how things will play out all the way! I was a little worried you'd just spit it out and bring this whole experiment to an abrupt stop." By that point Vi was huge! It was through nothing less than a miracle that she remained at least somewhat clothed, the only real area of exposed skin being the very large opening in her middle to expose the vast roundness of her belly. Having seen enough from a distance for now, Hotaru closed the gap between them once again and with very little effort at all ceased Vi's pathetic attempt at covering distance with her legs by simply leaning against the gigantic orb. "So come on, tell me what it feels like again! It doesn't hurt does it? You don't really sound like you're in pain, just surprised really. Mmh, Vi you're so big! And round, just like a real giant blueberry!" She couldn't resist pushing against her with even greater force and with one hefty shove Vi was sent rolling backwards, her form now becoming so close to a perfect sphere that she was easily capable of rolling across the factory floor like a living ball filled to the brim with rich juice.

Wonka Victim: "E-experiment!?" stammers the unfortunate girl, as her shape rounds out, the stubby arms and legs vanishing. Her still absurdly normal-sized hands, and feet, and head poke out, the hands now flapping and flapping like a helpless little bird's wings, and really, there's never been anyone quite this helpless before. "I f-feel so tight and heavy, h-how is this even possible!?" The attention from her former friend has Vi wobbling unsteadily on her tiny feet, feeling her groin bouncing against the floor with every rocking motion, and Hotaru can't help but notice how firm and sloshy the round girl is, leaning teasingly against the vast orb, her smaller frame making a light divot where it presses in. Vi looks completely indignant as she's described as 'big and round', a girl who prided herself on her flawless weight and skinny body, now easily the fattest person in history. She starts to stammer an angry retort before the other girl simply shoves on her. Round as a ball. A living, helpless blue ball. There's a startled squeal as her head rolls backwards, body making loud bloomphing sounds, and then the squeal is muffled as her own head rolls under her tremendous body. And there's nothing at all she can do about it. Hotaru watches the living ball, the giant blueberry, as she finally rolls to a halt, the look of shock on her pretty blue face utterly priceless.

Mega Hotaru would have burst out in hysterical laughter over such a humilitating display of Vi being rolled around the factory like this, if she wasn't much more enthralled with the state of her and utterly beside herself with the temptation to take things even further. When the oversized blueberry finally came to a gentle stop some dozen feet away from where she started off her unintentional journey, the pair found themselves just about eye level and following a brisk jog Hotaru was looking her transformed partner in the eye for the first time in a while, the crazed look in her eye still ever present as she took hold of Vi's face by resting her hands on her cheeks and leaned in uncomfortably close. "You're a real treat, you know that, Vi? I think maybe this was the whole point of the experiment; not the gum itself, but what it made the person who tasted it into. Aha, the owner of this place is even more of a genius than a thought! But the only way to know for sure, is from a quick taste test..." Following a predatory lick of the lips, Hotaru's face continued its approach until her lips pressed slightly againt those of the transformed Vi, but it wasn't intended as a kiss with any romance or even a hint of affection behind it, which the candy-crazed teen would soon demonstrate by immediately turning it into a disturbing long lick by poking her tongue out and dragging it across the girl's face from her lips towards her ear before finally parting. And right after taking that brief sample Hotaru's eyes lit up and she wiped away an excess buildup of drool from her chin with the back of her hand. "I knew it, I just knew it! You really do taste delicious, Vi! Exactly like that blueberry flavor you were describing earlier! Now I know for sure that this is the gum working exactly as intended, and I think I know what the next step is in making you into the perfect little treat..." Trailing off in an ominous manner, Hotaru turned her head and took a glance towards the nearby doors leading into the previous room across the hall, another line of drool running down the chin as her scheming thoughts openly showed themselves on her gluttonous expression.
[22:45] Wonka Victim: They stare each other eye to eye, but the difference in their respective positions is scarily apparent. Last time they were face to face, they were friends, almost of a height, two young women. One busty and excitable, the other slim and serious. But now what passes unspoken is a new relationship. Vi is utterly helpless, a thing made to be laughed at, a mere giant piece of fruit-- round as as ball, enormously heavy, and for the rest of her life, mere property. Hotaru's property.
Quietly whimpering and still dizzy and stunned by the change in her status from 'person' to 'living ball', Vi's hands flap frantically as Hotaru approaches, steadying herself with a hand pressed to the vast smooth surface, able to feel the juice roiling and sloshing within through the palm of her hand. Tasting the sweet, juice-like mouth, then running her tongue along the quivering, frightened cheek, she can hear the whispered pleading very close to her head. "N-no, please, 'Taru, I j-just want to be normal again, please, you have to help me, you c-can't just leave me like this!"

Mega Hotaru turned back to face Vi once again and if her demeanor didn't inspire confidence before, right now after having a taste it was nothing less than terrifying. Her mouth was hung agape in a seemingly permanent manner, tongue lolling idly and unleashing a torrent of blue-tinged drool down her front without a care in the world, her eyes were fixated on the giant orb in front of her with a piercing gaze and she was panting so heavily it was if she had just finished a marathon, the crimson flush in her face also a testament to such an exhausted appearance. "Haah... It's okay, don't worry, Vi. I agree with you completely there. We can't take you out of here like this, not by a long shot! Which is why we need to move you somewhere to fix things right away. But first..." Hotaru pushed her toy blueberry across the floor once again, not stopping until she was laying belly up with her head on the opposite side of where she stood. Following that she darted across the room and with a loud clatter grabbed something that had caught her eye moments ago; a large stepladder. Setting it up on the base of the immense blue ball, she quickly climbed all the way to the top and overlooked the inviting looking Vi in her helpless state with another quick lick of her lips. "Here I come!" Was the only warning called out before Hotaru lept from her perch and landed sprawled out on the juice-filled girl who absorbed the impact of her body perfectly like a human water bed. "Ahaha, this is too good! Playing with you is almost as fun as tasting you, you really are an all-in-one treat, you know that, Vi?" As she spoke she crawled across the top and peered over the vast curve to look down at Vi's face from above, giving her a childish wave from her position atop her body before slowly and carefully rising to her feet. "Okay, let me just... Whoa! Steady, steady! Aha! I've got it!" It took some very careful adjustments, and on more than one occasion did Hotaru almost go tumbling down to risk breaking her neck from this height, but soon enough she was able to walk across the taut surface of her former friend's bare tummy and even manipulate the bloated blueberry into rolling slightly in different directions. "Hehe, I'm gonna miss getting to play with you like this once you're smaller, but it'll be better for both of us when we fix you so let's get going already." After carefully hopping down Hotaru went back to business rolling Vi around towards the door, which she wouldn't be able to see was way to small to easily fit such a massive orb through until coming to a sudden stop once the poor thing was wedged tightly into the frame.

Wonka Victim: Between the crazed, hungry look in Hotaru’s eye and her seemingly ‘reassuring’ pledge to make Vi smaller, the helpless sphere emotionally wobbles between fear and hope. She can feel the normal-sized girl circling her girth, occasionally a light touch along her surface, as she takes up a position where the tiny head can no longer see her, Vi’s field of view blocked below her chin by an immense curved surface. Herself. It’s terrifying and humiliating for a girl so used to being a slender waif to find her own body blocking her ability to see! A pair of seemingly small hands-- though really the hands are normal size, it’s her body that’s enormous-- press in, sending rippling wobbles, and Hotaru pushes, Vi’s frightened little blue head spinning, her hair twirling out fetchingly, wisps of it across her blue face. She can’t even push them away, though she puffs upwards a couple of times to try and clear them. Some move, others, plastered where Hotaru licked her, do not. “Wait, what are you… OOF!” The taut, drum-like thunder of the bellyflop onto her upper surface makes ripples spread out like a pond, and Hotaru remains in motion long after the first impact has faded, still rising and falling on the vast surface. Violet whimpers and her hands flap again-- a pitifully limited range of motion remaining to her, at this point. She peers desperately up at the figure sprawled over her, able to feel the weight of the other girl making a divot that’s just firm enough to help her keep her footing as she lumberjack-rolls Vi a few feet one way or another. What a fun toy having a living ball is, and the dismay and worry on her tiny face is the icing on the cake. Vi feels a spasm of outrage but carefully controls it, not wanting to upset the one person who might be able to restore her to normal, or at least she hopes. “’Taru, please, please just m-make me smaller again, please...” Of course, she’s assuming that means, ‘thinner’, rather than the obvious based on the earlier room, but she’s hysterical and not thinking clearly. She can feel her weight rumbling along the floor as Hotaru presses her hands into what used to be her rump and shoves, getting her rolling again, only to thud into the doorframe, a rectangular bulge of her body pressed in, and Hotaru shoving harder and harder on the other side, as she squishes into the solid frame.

Mega Hotaru swallowed a mouthful of spit and nodded furiously several times in quick succession to her friend's desperate pleads for her ambiguous plans. "I will, I will! Don't you worry your sweet little head. Soon enough I'll make you the perfect size!" The sight of her wiping her chin for umpteenth time went missed by the eyes located on the opposite end of the giant humanoid ball that were soon staring into the adjacent room containing all the technology Hotaru had been gushing about less than an hour earlier. Following a solid ten minutes of desperate heaving on the smaller woman's behalf Vi finally popped through the incredibly tight opening, and from all that force of the final shove went flying inside to bounce from wall to wall until eventually coming to a gentle stop. Her friend, if she still had it in her to consider Hotaru that, came rushing in right behind her only to veer off and instead head right towards the complicated looking apparatus nearby. "Just you wait, I know exactly how this thing works now so I'll have it all ready in one short moment." With her focus diverted on the machine's controls, she set her fingers on a small dial that controlled the scale of the end product, something she lamented not testing out last time she was in here, and turned it all the way to the left to ensure the maximum effect of this wondrous device. Another press of the button and while unfortunately facing the wrong way to see what was going on, Vi would undoubtably hear a familar hum as everything behind her sprung to life. "All ready over there? You don't even have to move, cause the aim on this thing can be adjusted right at where you're sitting! Only another... Thirty seconds to go and you'll be way, way smaller; the perfect size for a human treat if I do say so myself~!" Everything was primed and ready to go, with just the final countdown left as Hotaru postioned herself next to the TV where her reduced price would soon appear.

Wonka Victim: Pleading she does, and in great abundance, mostly along the lines of, ‘W-wait, stop!’ and ‘Too t-tight!!’ as Hotaru levers her through the doorframe one aching inch at a time, shoving, pushing, pressing. She bulges through, making noises like a kettle drum underwater, though getting to squish herself into all that smooth, blueberry-scented weight would be all the more exciting for the candy-frenzied girl. Does she even consider Vi to be a person any longer? Or has the tactile contact, the tasting and poking and rolling, convinced her that if her former friend ever had a use in this world, it was to end up a mega-berry. Popping through the doorway like a cork, Vi squeals as she once more rolls head-under-body, her weight squishing her own cranium into the floor until the rolling pops it back into view on the other side, hair wildly mussed now. She’s lost most of the brass buttons on her top squeezing through the frame, and the gaping openings just show more blueberry flesh underneath, teasingly bright blue. Dizzy and hysterical, she’s slowly starting to reason through what’s about to happen. The TV room, how can she be returned to normal in… oh no. Hotaru wouldn’t, she wouldn’t! Based on what they saw there isn’t even a ‘reverse’ on this machine, once shrunk, Vi will be a tiny sphere forever! Spitting out a strand of hair , Vi struggles to protest, but manages nothing more articulate than a desperate, “NO, WAAAAIT!!!” before there’s the hazy, static zap of the camera, and suddenly Vi can see nothing but white light. For an achingly indeterminate time, that gigantic weight of her own body she can feel pressing on the floor vanishes. Then it starts to form again, as a tiny little blueberry, not much larger than an actual one-- perhaps three quarters of an inch across, perfectly plump and ripe, appears in the screen. The only reminders of Vi are the tiny specks of hands and feet; the tiny auburn-haired head, wailing in a minuscule, squeaky voice.

Mega Hotaru was completely losing it beyond all measure; squirming, fidgeting on the spot with her hands desperately roaming her curvy body to find any possibly outlet to relieve all this tension welling up inside of her as the seconds crept by like hours throughout the wait for her final prize to materialize in front of her on the screen. And soon enough there it was, a perfectly shaped, tiny little blue sphere with five insignificant protrusions so puny they were almost impossible to notice without intentionally seeking them out. Her heart was pumping like a jackhammer and her fingers quivering uncontrollably as the extended outwards to pluck the realistically-sized berry from its position between thumb and forefinger, which was then carried from its comparatively save haven into the unspeakably vast open world to meet her torment face to IMAX-sized face. After being carefully twirled around between two fingertips to ensure the largest bump that was her head was pointed upwards, what Vi would be greeted with is the titantic azure eye of her former friend dominating her entire vision and gazing down upon her like that of a gluttonous deity. Once it honed in on the utterly tiny face it wrinkled slightly to form an expression of unfettered joy and an omnipresent voice boomed out from the mouth below. "Hehehe, it worked exactly as I planned. You're perfect now; my finished little treat all prepared~" Hotaru tried to whisper knowing how even the gentlest voice would be simply thunderous given the immense size difference, but with her unrestrained excitement her voice couldn't help but pick up here and there. And after blinking a few times to cast a massive sheet of her eyelid over the orb still gazing at Vi in her completely helpless state, the comparative giantess listened in and tried to pick up on a weak voice of her transformed partner to hear her thoughts on the situation.

Wonka Victim: Vi’s thoughts are measured, articulate, and if Hotaru listens closely to the teensy, tiny, squeaking speck of a head, sound like, “….AAAAHHH OH GOD N-NONONO, NOOOOO, NOOOOOOOOO, H-HELP MEEEEE NOOOOOOOO!!” Not a lot of conversation going on there; mostly utter primal terror. From the blueberry’s perspective, not only is she still an utterly helpless spherical blimp, but now she’s pinched firmly between two fingers like titanic pistons, the rough texture of the fingerprints rasping along her smooth surface. Even with her new owner being careful, the tiny toy treat can feel her shape compressing slightly, as she’s rolled effortlessly between thumb and forefinger. The whispered voice rumbles over her, so low-pitched to her ears it’s like a landslide. Vi’s teeny blue face is just barely big enough for the giantess to make out her teary expression, the hysterical, screaming fear, the dawning realization that her life is ruined forever, and that she has an owner, someone she had better please or risk being stepped on like a bug or just flicked away to fend for herself. It takes no effort to pick away the tatters of her clothing with the tips of fingernails, after all, why would a blueberry need clothes. Or even a name?

Mega Hotaru could only just barely pick up on the near inaudible squeaks coming from the berry held firmly between her fingers, fingers that occasionally made an unconscious squeezing motion that just about any person would do without even giving it a second thought while holding such a plump orb filled with enough juice to give it a pleasant texture to hold. Though out of sight a sadistic grin began to form on the girl's face then all of a sudden Vi was whisked away as quickly as she was brought upwards and placed with zero consideration for her wellbeing onto a nearby table, at which point Hotaru began to lean in so that her full upper half became visible entirely for the poor, sub-inch in diameter little thing to take in looming way, way up above. Once she was close enough to see her combined plaything and sweet fruity treat and planted one open-palmed hand on the table a few inches away from her and extended the index finger of another to give Vi a sharp jab in the bloated midsection. Immediately and with far greater speed than anything she had ever experienced so far since her initial transformation the tiny blue ball went rolling across the desk to be caught by her owner's other hand, and only then with the intention of batting her right back like nothing more than an insignificant marble without a shred of regard for her humanity. Ever time she came to a brief stop she would be greeted by the constant sight of Hotaru still looking down at her with an expression of such brazen joy bordering on that of arousal [static.f-list.net] that it was more than clear to the living piece of candy that the one person in existence aware of her hellish position was not the type to even consider trying to help her with it.

Wonka Victim: Is the tiny berry screaming? Pleading? Begging? Her voice is nothing but a faint little cheeping noise when her owner’s head is more than a few inches away from it. The berry finds herself rolled between the fingertips, feeling the mounting pressure as she’s squeezed slightly, as if pressed between the plates of a hydraulic compacter. The skyscraper sized titan who used to be her friend is monumentally stronger than she is, and to the berry, who still feels like she weighs tons to her subjective perspective, is so terrified she’s wishing she would wake up, that this would all turn out to be a nightmare. Nightmare it is, but she’s not waking up, ever, because it’s her reality now. Sobbing, she’s dropped onto the table from a fall of almost an inch up-- more than her body diameter-- and she bounces what feels to her like dozens of feet, even if it’s fractions of an inch to the rest of the universe. She wobbles there, rocking, as her owner looms to fill the entire sky overhead. At her size, the seemingly smooth table is a sea of gullies and ridges and lumps that stretches to the horizon. The casual flick is a piledriver that knocks the wind from her, and sends her rolling wildly, until the monolith of the other hand stops her and bats her back the way she came. Without guidance, she rolls crazily, head spinning sideways or underneath her, an utterly helpless living sphere, and the prefect little toy. Does Hotaru remember every slight from her friend? Every catty remark about her own weight? Or does she even think of the tiny ball as a person at all?

Mega Hotaru continued toying with her prize for another minute or two before bringing the living berry to an abrupt halt with nothing more than a single finger pressing her lightly (or what she considered to be lightly anyway) down into the cold, hard surface of the metal desk. "Vi, my dear little, perfect, Vi. This present you've given me is just... Too amazing to describe. Getting to play around with you knowing what you really are, who you really are, makes this oh so satisfying you just won't believe it! I know you sounded against it at first, but you've gotta understand what it's like to have your own best friend turned into a little snack like this. Oh! Speaking of which, I haven't really tasted you properly yet, have I? Guess there's no better time than now, is there~?" From where the juice-filled sphere ended up she would be able to see the titanic form of Hotaru lower herself down and out of sight as she came mouth level with the edge of the desk, then another battering ram-grade impact would send Vi rolling once again only this time with a specific target in-mind. If she wasn't going too fast to be completely disoriented she might be able to catch the occasional quick glimpse of what awaited her at the end of this rapidly enclosing journey, for the lilac-haired glutton had prepared the ideal entrance [static.f-list.net] poised ready and waiting in the berry's path to catch her the instance she goes over the side into yet another short freefall.

Wonka Victim: Batted dizzy and sick, the tiny blue sphere almost gasps with relief as she’s pinned to the table under the tip of an enormous, rough-ridged fingertip. The casual, effortless pressure is enough to deform her slightly oblong, pressed out of perfect roundness. By a chance of cruel fate, her head is facing the right way to see the hungry, cruel expression playing across the giant visage leaning down. The berry’s eyes are sticky with tears-- are they juice? Or just her being unable to wipe her bawling away? She can feel the ground rumbling like a distant tremor as the giant crouches, even her normal movement on a scale far beyond the berry’s shrunken form. A plaything. A snack. Living candy. Once, long ago, this factory tried to invent an Everlasting Gobstopper, a piece of candy that would never run out of juicy flavor. Well, they finally succeeded, and only Hotaru will ever know about it. The hand flicks her again, and she wails, rolling helplessly towards the gaping maw, feeling the hot humid breath, and then, bumping over the lower lip like a speedbump, to tumble into the wet, hot cavity. Maybe she’ll be mercifully chewed and have it over with quickly? But she won’t escape her new life so easily, and a treat like her is best savored for years and years.

Mega Hotaru's entire body shuddered the instant she felt a puny bump against her lip she recognized as none other than her best friend turned tiny treat, and without hesitation eased the small orb further inside until it sat atop the bumpy, tastebud-lined surface of a gigantic writhing muscle curling inwards to accept its insignificant sacrifice. Like the gates to Vi's newest hell Hotaru's lips slowly came together to cut off the one source of light reaching inside this living cave of saliva and flesh and plunge the berry candy in total darkness with only the neverending squelch of thick drool shifting around echoing all around her. Then, with as little warning as everything else the poor thing had been graced with, the tongue beneath her began to move and with horrifying dexterity for an organ of such size bounced Vi around to give her the full tour of every last nook and cranny of Hotaru's cavernous mouth. As she was pressed against the smooth inner wall of a right cheek a thunderous vibration shook through in the form of a deep, lengthy moan of unrestrained satisfaction. "Mhmmmm..." Such a simple sound was enough to send shockwaves throughout the entire, juice-filled form to cause rough sloshing of its liquid contents as it was lightly sucked on and sampled by its godlike master. This continued for a solid fifteen minutes without a single pause save for the times Vi was shifted around to experience yet another area of Hotaru's maw, and during the times she wasn't being either battered and lapped by the tip of the tongue or pulled out from all angles by sunctioning forces that threatened to tear her entire body apart, she was toyed with between two molars that if they came together entirely would almost guarantee an explosion of blue juice to wash Vi's newly acquired flavor across the giant's palette, something that was all too tempting as it usually is with candy such as this one. Fortunately Hotaru was able to restrain herself and in a new twist of fate the more she tasted away the rich flavor from Vi's spherical body, the more it gradually started to lose its shape and return to something much more human, albeit a very, very small one at that.

Wonka Victim: The interior of the mouth, sauna-hot, ropy with thick saliva, makes the little blueberry try to scream… for a fraction of a second, before she realizes what will go down her own tiny throat if she does. Whimpering and sobbing, she’s bounced and rolled across the bumpy slide of the tongue, even the muscles of that small organ gargantuanly stronger than she is. Every curl and deft wet sucking flick sends her frighted body back and forth, and it’s just as well she cannot see how close she comes to the back of the throat sometimes. The enamel of the teeth scraping across her, a rougher patch here and there from a filling-- well, Hotaru has had a cavity or two in her time, with her sweet tooth-- and the suction, pulling at her, tugging her one way and another, every press of the tongue and light squeeze of molars rewarding Hotaru with a burst of the most intense of fruity delights, an effervescent sweetness, as intense as the original gum that transformed her helpless candy. But filtered through a host, the juice is perfectly safe for Hotaru to enjoy without limit, without the risk of meeting the same fate as her former friend. It’s almost a shame when the bursts of juice diminish as the sphere finds herself pressed and squished enough, sucked on enough, to begin to take on a human-like form again, even if her height is such a tiny, tiny little speck of a girl now.

Mega Hotaru didn't notice initially, but as things progressed further it was hard not to realize that just like a genuine hard candy the more she suckled on the rich flavors gushing from her tiny friend the more the berry girl diminished even further. At first she believed this to be yet more simple shrinking that would eventually end in the poor thing's unfortunate demise by dissolving away entirely, yet still refused to show mercy and saw that as a regrettable yet unavoidable way of bringing this eventful evening to a close. What Hotaru was met with instead was the feeling of Vi's body becoming more lithe and human-like to the point of it being impossible to deny, and while she still continued to dwindle down to a size truly resembling that of a mere speck the owner of the cavernous mouth of which she was still trapped maintained her focus to ensure the tiny little person wouldn't accidentally get swept away and swallowed amidst a pool of loose saliva. As the time went by further Hotaru could no longer taste Vi's signature blueberry flavor, nor could the young woman feel the humanoid shape shifting any further than it alway was leading her to believe she had in fact served as a human juicer to drain her friend of every last drop! Just what did that entail for her, she wondered. Was Vi still alive and able to move as she was before becoming a berry, or had Hotaru sapped everything out of her including the strength to move a single muscle. The possibilities ran back and forth through her mind and like several other things leading up to this moment, curiousity demanded she find the answer. Therefore instead of reaching inside or spitting the girl out onto either her hand or the table, two options that would have been the smarter thing to do, she returned to her position leaning down mouth-level with the desk and extended her tongue so that it lay flat on the edge; now a bridge acting as an exit for Vi to use freely if she could rather than an entrance she was forcibly sent rolling into.

Wonka Victim: Sobbing, aching, the tiny speck sees a glare of sudden light, like heaven, shining down on her. With the reflex that’s had her flapping her hands since this started, she tries to move, and finds herself crawling along the tongue, not straight off the tip, but blindly managing to tumble damply off the edge, hanging onto the side of Hotaru’s lip for a fraction of a moment before losing her wet and trembling grip. She falls what seems like twenty or thirty feet-- a few inches-- but is so light that a fall like that does nothing to injure her. And there she lays, panting, crying, hysterical. She’s still bright blue from head to toe and cannot be more than a millimeter tall, a tiny helpless speck that would be utterly helpless in the world, to be carried off by the first ant to see her. Worse, she can feel the gum, the swallowed gum, still churning inside of her, and her now slender body soon to puff right back up, to return to her new ‘natural state’ as a spherical treat. If she leans in very very closely, Hotaru can see the miserable, terrified expression on that tiny blue girl’s face, knowing the rest of her life will be spent like this, her only choice to be a living ball or a speck. The little millimeter-tall girl, already thickening, staggers to her feet to stare mutely up at her owner.

Mega Hotaru had to really, really hone in her focus to see anything resembling a living thing in the small puddle of saliva that slipped out on Vi's departure, but eventually was able to spot a tiny dot any other person on the planet wouldn't even acknowledge that she instantly knew was the human being she had made so many memories alongside. "Aha, there you are!" Hotaru's tone was sickening in its utterly casual manner. She didn't care for Vi's feelings. She didn't empathize with the speck of a human who would never experience anything even close to resembling a normal life for the rest of her days, not in the slightest. This was all merely fun and games in her sugar-addled mind and all the good times between them didn't mean a thing in the face of getting to toy with her in such a obscene and cruel manner. "Whoa, you really got tiny, huh? I was expecting you to be smaller than you were before, but not this much! Wow..." Gazing down even closer she could see that the near-microscopic girl had been stripped entirely of her clothing, the tiny shreds that survived the blueberry transformation having been casually torn away in the tropical hurricane within her mouth. Watching Vi stand up brought attention not to her suffering, but to the impressive feat of getting to see a being so small move around in a human manner that caused Hotaru to beam down at her with a same kind of smile someone watching a performing animal at the circus would wear. "So you can move around as normal too, huh? That's great! You're pretty much back to yourself, just a much, much smaller version of yourself. Hmm? And if what I can see is correct it looks like the juice is already starting to come back. I guess that means you'll be my part time snack forever, isn't that amazing, Vi?" Already the mile-tall glutton was licking her lips and visibly salivating over the chance to go right back to tasing what she originally believed to be a one-time treat, her bored fingers sliding across the desk to draw casual circles around Vi's position while they towered over her like pink skyscrapers.
Wonka Victim: Like a pet flea, the tiny blue girl cowers in the middle of the shifting fingertips, as if Stonehenge were taunting her. She presses her hands over her face, already feeling the gradual stiffness of her elbows that will, in mere hours, return her to being a sphere. Every rumbling, thundering word makes her heart sink. The dismissive, offhand tone with which her owner casually says she’s back to herself, as if this were in any way normal or acceptable, and the even more heartbreaking notion of being a piece of refilling candy forever. And what if it really is forever? How everlasting is an Everlasting Gobstopper of a girl? Does she just fill and refill endlessly, forever, year after year? Her mouth working in whimpering sounds that are too faint for Hotaru, the flea-sized girl backs away from one set of fingers, only to whirl and find another set already circling. At her scale, every ridge of the fingerprints, every scuff of the nails is apparent, and the table is treacherous underfoot, with gaps and pitfalls.
Mega Hotaru ceased casually toying with her ant-sized plaything and instead used her fingers to rest upon a chin in a gesture of deep thinking. "Hmm, this makes things tough now that I think about it. You got waaay smaller than I expected and I have no idea how to transport you like this! How do you carry around a single ant anyway?" The word 'ant' slipped through her lips without her even giving a second thought, the girl so openly fine with describing Vi's state without mincing words not even realizing what kind of effect being compared to an insect would have on her already damaged mental state. "Let's see. Oh, I have one idea! It's the softest ride I can think of so that's gotta be the safest too!" Moving right ahead Hotaru began unbottoning her blouse, each section coming undone unleashing more and more cleavage until a massive crevise of pale, jiggling flesh was presented to the little blue speck. "Why don't we use my bra? Here, right in the middle it's like a huge bridge for you! You could climb aboard and I'll be able to carry you without anyone knowing a thing!" She pointed to the piece of fabric holding the two large cups together before bringing down to pair of titanic tits to slam against the desk causing Vi to feel the sensation of the first breast-induced earthquake any human had ever experience in its entire history. "Come on, come on. Climb on, I wanna get us home before you bloat up again!" With a finger prodding her boob and sinking deep into the pliant fat, she made it clear where she intended the speck to board on the frilly bra covered in lace with plenty of safe havens for an ant of her stature.

Wonka Victim: Crestfallen, the tiny thing clutches herself, hugging her shoulders as tightly as she can, trembling. Nothing but an ant, except when she’s a blueberry blimp. As smooth as that expanse of cleavage may seem to an eager suitor, at the ant-speck’s scale, she can see the blemishes and pores of the skin, freckles and tiny moles. Worse, she can hear the utterly dismissive tone in the thunderous voice. She’s nothing more than an ant to her, and wouldn’t hesitate to treat her like the insignificant speck she is if she disobeyed. And when she’s spherical again? Flicked and rolled around like a marble, before being eagerly popped into her owner’s mouth. And since they were sneaking in here to begin with, nobody even knows where Vi is except Hotaru, she’ll simply be a missing persons statistic, no matter what the reality is. Still holding her bare arms across herself to keep from breaking down into sobbing, the blue ant finds a foothold on the bra, and then has to open up her arms to climb, a weightless presence that Hotaru wouldn’t even know was there if not for looking down to see the bright blue speck. The climbing is already difficult, the ant’s limbs slowly stiffening as she begins to ripen once more. In a couple of hours, she’ll be a thick, starfish shaped girl, and after that, a tiny marble…

Mega Hotaru followed the short journey aboard her clothing with eager eyes and a condescending smile, and once Vi was finally in position for travel clapped her hands together with the might of thunder crashing down upon the Earth. "Alright then! I think that's our time spent here all done! I'm so glad we came here, Vi! Hope you had fun with all this, cause there's plenty more coming ahead. Now then just hold on tight and we'll be home in no time at all..." She buttoned herself up once again and slowly cut off most of the light penetrating the thin white fabric, then once it was all set began casually stolling towards the factory's exit. Of course Hotaru was ignorant to the consquences of this like anything else, and without bothering to hinder her movements in the slightest resulted in a hefty amount of bounce and jiggle on each step, resulting in an incredibly hostile environment within her bra consisting of relentless heaving and constant impacts with so much force that for a millimeter tall passenger it would be like being caught between two mountains that refused to cease crashing into one another. This would be the entire journey home until Hotaru tries to retrieve Vi from inside and introduce her to the rest of her life as a part-time candy and part-time plaything.