The gecko's growth had finally come to a halt as he now towered over the rest of the tour group, at a truly incredible twelve feet both tall and wide. Wobbling slowly atop his swollen groin, he weakly flapped his hands in a desperate but futile attempt to move, letting out meek moans that were drowned out by the cacophony of gurgling and churning of the juice that had filled his now blue body as he looked down with pleading eyes at the tour group, barely able to see them over his now horrifically swollen chest.
And all the while, he found himself unable to spit out that damn gum.
Barely, over the sounds of his own body, he was able to make out just what the tour group was saying.
"I've tried it on at least twenty Oompa-Loompas, and each and every one of them ended up like him. The blueberry pie in that gum causes some sort of... reaction," said the dapper candy man to Watermelon's plus-one.
Arthur, still staring at his grotesquely swollen friend, could barely muster a response. "W-what the hell has that gum done to him...?!"
Wonka, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish smile, replied, "Well... Heh, I guess there's no other way to put this." He motioned to the gecko and continued, "That gum has turned our dear Watermelon into a blueberry."
"Heh, suddenly the name 'Watermelon' is painfully ironic!" quipped a lion in the group, who Arthur shot a glare at.
Arthur turned back to Wonka and pleaded, "Y-you've gotta fix him. I can't have a blueberry for a friend!"
"But he'd look amazing at a county fair!" A chubby green dino snickered at their own joke.
Once again, the deer shot a glare at the chiding party. As he opened his mouth to retort, however, he was cut off by the sounds of the machinery throughout the Inventing Room beginning to pulse in a rhythmic manner, with some of the machinery's sounds beginning to mimic that of instruments.
To Watermelon's horror, he could see a group of the tiny weasel workers making their way towards his swollen blue form. Despite his protesting hand flaps, the weasels began to sing.
You see this geck? This glutt'nous beast?
How eagerly he hoped to feast?
His appetite has grown too intense,
It simply defies all common sense!
The gecko's cheeks were burning with embarrassment. Rather than being a bright red, his cheeks had turned a bright purple as the weasels danced around his round form. Above him, as well, the weasels were dancing along the catwalks.
Suddenly, his whole body began to tilt forward. He flapped his hands and wriggled his feet, but it was useless as he felt the weasels' hands on his swollen blue butt. He was being rolled like a ball.
He sees another lovely treat,
Another thing to gladly eat.
But it's more than he can chew,
And soon enough, he's turning blue!
Some of the weasels leaped from the catwalks and landed atop Watermelon's blue ball of a body as he was rolled around, the blueberry of a gecko getting dizzy from the constant sloshing movement of the liquid inside him. Still, the Oompa-Loompas danced atop his swollen form.
Still, this glutton can't help but chew,
Even as he's swelling, too!
His body's changed, he can't go back,
But even then, he'll chew and smack!
Watermelon let out a muffled scream of protest and fear as he was rolled around the room, the group watching in awe as if they were watching a circus event with the gecko as the main event. All the while, Wonka danced to the beat, seemingly indifferent to the poor gecko's plight.
Now say goodbye, our berry friend,
Your time with us is at an end.
For now it's time we cut you loose,
Lest you burst from all this juice.
Finally, the music began to subside as the weasels hopped off of Watermelon's body, landing on the floor and pushing on his rear end once again and rolling him towards the large, circular doorway that the group had taken to enter.
However, just before his head vanished into the circular doorway, Watermelon let out one last cry for help.
"WONKAAAAA!!!!"
This is a lovely commission I got from the equally lovely
AstonKitkat! Be sure to give them some love for their lovely work! The story has a couple little cameos of friends listed below (and a couple who aren't!).
Artwork by
AstonKitkat
Story by and Watermelon belongs to
WatermelontheGecko
Arthur is
BlueBuck
And all the while, he found himself unable to spit out that damn gum.
Barely, over the sounds of his own body, he was able to make out just what the tour group was saying.
"I've tried it on at least twenty Oompa-Loompas, and each and every one of them ended up like him. The blueberry pie in that gum causes some sort of... reaction," said the dapper candy man to Watermelon's plus-one.
Arthur, still staring at his grotesquely swollen friend, could barely muster a response. "W-what the hell has that gum done to him...?!"
Wonka, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish smile, replied, "Well... Heh, I guess there's no other way to put this." He motioned to the gecko and continued, "That gum has turned our dear Watermelon into a blueberry."
"Heh, suddenly the name 'Watermelon' is painfully ironic!" quipped a lion in the group, who Arthur shot a glare at.
Arthur turned back to Wonka and pleaded, "Y-you've gotta fix him. I can't have a blueberry for a friend!"
"But he'd look amazing at a county fair!" A chubby green dino snickered at their own joke.
Once again, the deer shot a glare at the chiding party. As he opened his mouth to retort, however, he was cut off by the sounds of the machinery throughout the Inventing Room beginning to pulse in a rhythmic manner, with some of the machinery's sounds beginning to mimic that of instruments.
To Watermelon's horror, he could see a group of the tiny weasel workers making their way towards his swollen blue form. Despite his protesting hand flaps, the weasels began to sing.
You see this geck? This glutt'nous beast?
How eagerly he hoped to feast?
His appetite has grown too intense,
It simply defies all common sense!
The gecko's cheeks were burning with embarrassment. Rather than being a bright red, his cheeks had turned a bright purple as the weasels danced around his round form. Above him, as well, the weasels were dancing along the catwalks.
Suddenly, his whole body began to tilt forward. He flapped his hands and wriggled his feet, but it was useless as he felt the weasels' hands on his swollen blue butt. He was being rolled like a ball.
He sees another lovely treat,
Another thing to gladly eat.
But it's more than he can chew,
And soon enough, he's turning blue!
Some of the weasels leaped from the catwalks and landed atop Watermelon's blue ball of a body as he was rolled around, the blueberry of a gecko getting dizzy from the constant sloshing movement of the liquid inside him. Still, the Oompa-Loompas danced atop his swollen form.
Still, this glutton can't help but chew,
Even as he's swelling, too!
His body's changed, he can't go back,
But even then, he'll chew and smack!
Watermelon let out a muffled scream of protest and fear as he was rolled around the room, the group watching in awe as if they were watching a circus event with the gecko as the main event. All the while, Wonka danced to the beat, seemingly indifferent to the poor gecko's plight.
Now say goodbye, our berry friend,
Your time with us is at an end.
For now it's time we cut you loose,
Lest you burst from all this juice.
Finally, the music began to subside as the weasels hopped off of Watermelon's body, landing on the floor and pushing on his rear end once again and rolling him towards the large, circular doorway that the group had taken to enter.
However, just before his head vanished into the circular doorway, Watermelon let out one last cry for help.
"WONKAAAAA!!!!"
This is a lovely commission I got from the equally lovely
AstonKitkat! Be sure to give them some love for their lovely work! The story has a couple little cameos of friends listed below (and a couple who aren't!).Artwork by
AstonKitkatStory by and Watermelon belongs to
WatermelontheGeckoArthur is
BlueBuck
Category Artwork (Digital) / Inflation
Species Gecko
Size 2123 x 1736px
File Size 2.15 MB
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