u/bloatedblueberry

Hello! I am looking for a woman who will play as Wonka or one of the tour group, as they watch a fat greedy virgin turn into a ripe blueberry who needs manual juicing by the Oompa Loompas as everyone watches! The core theme of this scene will be playing up that the fat guy is a virgin and, more importantly, completely heterosexual. So, by being a greedy glutton he ends up giving himself his first sexual experience at the hands of MEN, and not even normal men, little orange skinned and green haired emotionless factory workers!

I am open to lots of ways this can play out! One element in the scene that I heavily prefer is for the Oompa Loompas to be emotionless, outside of songs, as they just go about their work. I loved them being like emotionless factory drones in the classic Wonka movie, and would love to have that be the same here. They aren't being sexual or doing things in a sexual way, just treating the blueberry like a piece of fruit or one of the machines they work on all day.

I am thinking for the fat virgin in the scene, he could go one of two ways.

He could be the type who is just at home and on his computer all day, just eating while jerking off to porn all day. He is getting off to women multiple times a day, always dreaming of getting to have sex with a woman. Though, sitting at home every single day, just eating and fapping, makes that dream seem completely hopeless. That is, until he develops of taste for Wonka bars...

The other type is he is just a really innocent and lonely guy, who just eats all day and plays video games. He doesn't get off to any porn, possibly because he can't because he got so fat. However, he never talks to women, and doubts he ever will until he starts eating those Wonka bars. He gets very hopeful that he might be able to impress one of the women on tour...

Here are a few general ways I could see this playing out, but feel free to send me any ideas you have!

First, this one is more for a very bad end, where the fat virgin absolutely HATES the Oompa Loompa men touching his most private parts, especially when there are women watching. He would be desperately begging for Ms. Wonka or any of the women in the group to jack him off and juice him. Lots of frantic flapping as he tries to shoo away the Oompa Loompas from his penis. There could be lots of circumstances that make him look gay for the Oompa Loompas, like his dick stiffening up from all the juice and pressure just as the Oompa Loompas surround him and look him over. Can be lots of teasing about him being gay, disgusted by the Oompa Looompa men touching him, or even just talking about how awful it must be to have a bunch of little men touching his dick. Anything that makes the guy feel humiliated as he is helpless to stop the Oompa Loompas from touching him and juicing him.

The next idea would have a much more "happy" ending with the guy finding it rather pleasurable in the end. He would be very embarrassed and nervous as he watches the Oompa Loompas close in on his dick, knowing they are about to be the first hands beside his own to jerk off his dick. He would be against it at first, as he tries to stop them and call for help, but then he feels their touch. All that juice and pressure has his cock and balls absolutely desperate to be juiced. It could end in a blushing orgasm that leaves the guy feeling quite embarrassed, but his dick feeling more incredible than anytime he has jerked himself off. He really blushes when he realizes that he only spurt own a small load like a normal climax, meaning there will be a lot more juicing for the Oompa Loompas to do.

Next idea, would be more of an embarrassingly "realistic" type of scene. Ms. Wonka would be casually going about things, but when she calls in the Oompa Loompas and says "Would you jack off his penis at once, please?", it is a complete shock to everyone. There wouldn't be any maliciousness from the group, as their reactions to it is what humiliates and freaks out the guy. Women being in total shock as they tell Wonka she can't do that, only to hear "his penis needs to be jacked off immediately before he explodes". The women realize there isn't much choice, as they start to take pity on the guy or some are just disgusted by it. Nothing done to be mean to the guy on purpose, but all of it just makes the situation worse as they guy freaks out as those Oompa Loompas close in on his dick.

Last, if you want to play as a futa, it could be a scene about getting off to watching the guy get violated by the Oompa Loompas. I wouldn't prefer the futa doing anything directly sexual to the guy, but totally down for them fapping their cock as they watch the forced male on male action.

As you can see, I like to write a lot, and that goes for the actual role play itself. I like all the little nuances and details to play out, so only looking for multi-paragraph posts only. I will not reply to one-liners or low effort people.

Main kinks: ‘71 Wonka details, blueberry, pressure play, waddling, rolling, flapping, gay humiliation, forced gay, forced orgasms, emotionless Oompa Loompas, stuck or popped for ending, small penis, small penis humiliation/talk, and extreme humiliation.

Limits: Scat or anything like it, short posts with little details, hyper sizes

Thank you for taking the time to read this, I would love to talk ideas and brainstorm a Wonka tour where one fat greedy virgin has his dreams come true, only for it to turn into his worst nightmare! Have a wonderful day!

Hello! I am looking for women who will play as Wonka or one of the tour group, as they watch a fat greedy virgin turn into a ripe blueberry who needs manual juicing by the Oompa Loompas as everyone watches! The core theme of this scene will be playing up that the fat guy is a virgin and, more importantly, completely heterosexual. So, by being a greedy glutton he ends up giving himself his first sexual experience at the hands of MEN, and not even normal men, little orange skinned and green haired emotionless factory workers!

I am open to lots of ways this can play out! One element in the scene that I heavily prefer is for the Oompa Loompas to be emotionless, outside of songs, as they just go about their work. I loved them being like emotionless factory drones in the classic Wonka movie, and would love to have that be the same here. They aren't being sexual or doing things in a sexual way, just treating the blueberry like a piece of fruit or one of the machines they work on all day.

I am thinking for the fat virgin in the scene, he could go one of two ways.

He could be the type who is just at home and on his computer all day, just eating while jerking off to porn all day. He is getting off to women multiple times a day, always dreaming of getting to have sex with a woman. Though, sitting at home every single day, just eating and fapping, makes that dream seem completely hopeless. That is, until he develops of taste for Wonka bars...

The other type is he is just a really innocent and lonely guy, who just eats all day and plays video games. He doesn't get off to any porn, possibly because he can't because he got so fat. However, he never talks to women, and doubts he ever will until he starts eating those Wonka bars. He gets very hopeful that he might be able to impress one of the women on tour...

Here are a few general ways I could see this playing out, but feel free to send me any ideas you have!

First, this one is more for a very bad end, where the fat virgin absolutely HATES the Oompa Loompa men touching his most private parts, especially when there are women watching. He would be desperately begging for Ms. Wonka or any of the women in the group to jack him off and juice him. Lots of frantic flapping as he tries to shoo away the Oompa Loompas from his penis. There could be lots of circumstances that make him look gay for the Oompa Loompas, like his dick stiffening up from all the juice and pressure just as the Oompa Loompas surround him and look him over. Can be lots of teasing about him being gay, disgusted by the Oompa Looompa men touching him, or even just talking about how awful it must be to have a bunch of little men touching his dick. Anything that makes the guy feel humiliated as he is helpless to stop the Oompa Loompas from touching him and juicing him.

The next idea would have a much more "happy" ending with the guy finding it rather pleasurable in the end. He would be very embarrassed and nervous as he watches the Oompa Loompas close in on his dick, knowing they are about to be the first hands beside his own to jerk off his dick. He would be against it at first, as he tries to stop them and call for help, but then he feels their touch. All that juice and pressure has his cock and balls absolutely desperate to be juiced. It could end in a blushing orgasm that leaves the guy feeling quite embarrassed, but his dick feeling more incredible than anytime he has jerked himself off. He really blushes when he realizes that he only spurt own a small load like a normal climax, meaning there will be a lot more juicing for the Oompa Loompas to do.

Next idea, would be more of an embarrassingly "realistic" type of scene. Ms. Wonka would be casually going about things, but when she calls in the Oompa Loompas and says "Would you jack off his penis at once, please?", it is a complete shock to everyone. There wouldn't be any maliciousness from the group, as their reactions to it is what humiliates and freaks out the guy. Women being in total shock as they tell Wonka she can't do that, only to hear "his penis needs to be jacked off immediately before he explodes". The women realize there isn't much choice, as they start to take pity on the guy or some are just disgusted by it. Nothing done to be mean to the guy on purpose, but all of it just makes the situation worse as they guy freaks out as those Oompa Loompas close in on his dick.

Last, if you want to play as a futa, it could be a scene about getting off to watching the guy get violated by the Oompa Loompas. I wouldn't prefer the futa doing anything directly sexual to the guy, but totally down for them fapping their cock as they watch the forced male on male action.

As you can see, I like to write a lot, and that goes for the actual role play itself. I like all the little nuances and details to play out, so only looking for multi-paragraph posts only. I will not reply to one-liners or low effort people.

Main kinks: ‘71 Wonka details, blueberry, pressure play, waddling, rolling, flapping, gay humiliation, forced gay, forced orgasms, emotionless Oompa Loompas, stuck or popped for ending, small penis, small penis humiliation/talk, and extreme humiliation.

Limits: Scat or anything like it, short posts with little details, hyper sizes

Thank you for taking the time to read this, I would love to talk ideas and brainstorm a Wonka tour where one fat greedy virgin has his dreams come true, only for it to turn into his worst nightmare! Have a wonderful day!

Looking for a scene based very heavily on the classic ‘71 movie, where one naughty guest becomes a blueberry as their bum explodes with hot air! This will be fart-heavy RP with lots of fart humiliation added on to the blueberry humiliation, but in an all out Wonka way! I love quotes from the movie, especially changing the quotes to be gas-focused. For example, “Would you roll the young lady to the Tooting Room at once, please? She has to be tooted immediately before she explodes”. ALL details from the ‘71 movie, no matter how small, are great. The sounds especially the farty ones the machines make, stone-faced emotionless Oompa Loompas, all the outfits, the personalities, and just the entire whimsical yet unsettling feel of the whole factory! If you are a big fan of the 1971 movie, then I will be a big fan of you!

Kinks: Farting, ‘71 Wonka movie details/quotes/costumes, Bad smells (prefer it to be smells based on the three courses), Pressure play, Fupa inflation, Hand Flapping (from guests too as they try to fan the stench away), Extreme humiliation, Pain (from minor to extreme), Waddling/Rolling, Bassy and gassy farts, SFW/NSFW, Fear/Panic/Terror, Permaberry or popping ends, Whimsical/Fantastical/Absurd, Poking, Begging/Sobbing/Embarrassment, Exploding talk, Excessive amounts of gas/fart talk!

Limits: Scat (includes descriptions of smells), Wet farts, Pleasurable/Happy inflation, Hyper sizes, Good/fruity smelling farts, Small RP posts/Low effort

Roles can be reversed if you wish for me to play as the blueberry and you as Wonka, open to futa as well.

Only interested in those who can do multi-paragraph replies as I enjoy to go very into detail on all of this. I want to bring to ‘71 movie to life in all new fantastical and humiliating ways! Thank you for your time. Adieu! Auf wiedersehen! Gesundheit. Farewell.

Example of my writing:

40. 40 years. 40, now seemingly oh so short, years of being a spoiled pampered childish brat. You were living the life, mommy’s precious pampered baby, always getting your way as you never had to grow up. Now, instead of growing up, you were blowing up. All those years just to have it all torn asunder in mere minutes, all from such a tiny little itty bitty piece of gum. It was so small, so bland looking, it was just a fucking piece of gum! Oh how you are now finding out the full horrific meaning of “big things come in small packages”, as everything had become not just big, but humongous about you! Humongous humiliation, pressure, stench, farts and pain!! How could 40 years lead to this moment? How could you face the most awful agonizing reality that this was life now? That the giant balloon of pressurized juice and gas, spewing out the world’s most disgusting stench, was all you? It seems you couldn’t, even as your cheeks started to plump with juice and gas while your rounding body pushed on your bulging chin, you still begged and pleaded to be fix as you desperately looked at the crowd.

“That poor woman, she wasn’t very nice, but...URRPPHH….this is inhumane...ughhh…” Mrs. Bucket was truly a kind soul, as she furiously fanned her face and tried to hold back the rising sick feeling, she took pity on you. Of course, that probably did nothing to make you feel better, the proud and wonderful Violet Beauregarde, now being pitied by the very type of person she always looked down upon.

“Mr. Wonka, there is some way you can fix this, right? HRRKKKK She won’t always be a stinky blueberry farting like this, will she?” It was as if the whole group was working on tearing apart your last tiny shreds of sanity and hope, as you could hear the fear in Charlies voice, the subtle desperation that there would be a way to stop this. No one should have to endure this, this can’t possibly happen to a human. And you were a human. WERE.

“Well, as a blueberry, she has a good sporting chance of the juicer being able to squeeze her before she explodes….” It was not the best way to put it, but it was hope. A good sporting chance! You would take anything you could get at this point, and honestly, so would the group as they either just want this awful horrific stench and farting to stop and some even feeling bad for you. Your mother, of course, was getting more delirious as she saw her daughter rounding out into the worlds smelliest most rotten and putrid blueberry.

“Blueberry….BLUEBERRY!! I’ve got a FARTING BLUEBERRY FOR A DAUGHTER!!!!!” It seems she was really losing it still, but Wonka and the group were paying her no mind. With noses pinched tight and fans waving about furiously to attempt to find whatever molecules of fresh air still existed in the room, they all were more curious on what Wonka had to say as it seemed there was still more. Of course, there was more, just like there were more 3 course meals as you slowly felt the blueberry pie fade as it cycled back towards the spiciest chili again.

“However, things are delicate as is with a blueberry, but a blueberry still has some give to it’s skin so the juice can squeeze it without popping it…” Wonka gave your bloated underbelly, well what used to be your underbelly, a poke with his cane right in that exposed triangle of gassy flesh where your pants had unzipped. It was like Wonka was literally burning your hopes to ashes as the first course of spicy chili was in full effect, just in time for the prodding of your fupa to force out a blistering fart. Your tiny over-tortured asshole was still more frozen than the ice cream, still frosted from the icy cold it had to endure, only for a magma hot blast of stinky chili gas to come searing out of you in a horrific painful blast that was actually fogging up from the two extremes. You were like some monstrous science experiment, as a stinky dense fog formed around your crotch as the cold was hit by the intense heat, sadly, educational displays were of little help to you at the moment. In fact, Wonka was destroying your mind instead of making it better, he wasn’t even talking about like a person anymore, just a blueberry. A very, very, very, gassy blueberry.

“That is just for blueberries with ONLY juice…” Another painful jab of your curved tight fupa forcing out another steaming hot blast of gas, the pangs of stabbing icicles now fully replaced with tour asshole feeling like it is being roasted by flames. The group takes a step back as you see the once shivering bodies of the group start to actually sweat, you were pumping out so much putrid gas that was actually controlling the temperature of the room like you were some smelly air conditioning unit. Yet, like you, the group was hanging on Wonka’s every word. Could you be fixed or not? He kept building up the suspense and it was terrible.

“She’s probably has more gas than juice! I still say she is a whoopee cushion, I’ve never heard blueberry fart before!” Mike just always there to help you feel better. A blueberry would be bad, but a whoopee cushion is so much better, right? That fucking cowboy loving loser just needed to shut up, everyone needed to shut up, because it seems every time someone spoke, you realized how much more dire your situation was. Not to mention, the whole time you were blowing up into an excruciatingly pressurized bloated smelly blueberry that was fit to explode if not for your tiny asshole gushing with putrid poots just to take enough edge off the pressure to keep you from popping. None of it helped, but what could you do besides flap those tiny hands as your struggle to hold yourself up on the shiny polished brown shoes and their gold buckles which keep fogging up try desperately to hold the immense weight of your juice and gas filled body.

Oh, that was just another pain lost in the plethora of pains you were enduring. You were a fat fuck to begin with, but you must weigh over 1000 pounds now, maybe over a literal TON. Your joints and ankles didn’t like it before when you would walk around, now you were almost immobile and it felt like your ankles were going to shatter. Your limbs were stretched beyond anything you had ever done before, the group could see those little polished brown shoes spread out some on the curvature of your crotch, yet they had no idea what it was like inside of you. It felt like you were doing a full split, you felt like your body was going to rip in two starting at your bloated vagina, but that feeling got worse. As you were getting closer to rounding out, you felt that stretching and about to rip feeling travel up your crotch and right into your tiny asshole. As if that little itty bitty hole wasn’t in enough pain, now it was constantly feeling like your body was going to rip it in two simply because you have gotten so big. Yet, as you feel all of this horrific and unspeakable horror, Wonka casually continues on with another whack on the side of your tight globular gassy body.

“This blueberry, my dear friends, looks to be 93% gas, 6% juice, 4% chili, beans and pie, and 2% mold…” He wasn’t even trying to treat you like a human at all anymore, not even a single percent about being a woman or human or anything not related to blueberries and farts!

“That’s 105%!!!!!!” Mrs. Teavee shouted in total disgust as she looked sick thinking about what was inside of you, you sounded like the most spoiled of blueberries.

“YES!!” Wonka said in a high pitched voice as he seemingly was trying his hardest to not take this seriously in the slightest. With an added bonus of another WHACK to your bloated side with the cane.

“Exactly why this blueberry will explode immediately if it is put in the juicer, there would be smelly fart gas all over the place! No, no, even the slightest prick of a pin would pop it like a balloon! Don’t worry your little heads though, I’ll make sure that NEVER happens to this precious blueberry.” The last part Wonka made sure to make eye contact with you, as you saw the sadistic glee in his eyes. That wasn’t reassurance for the group, it was a THREAT to you. He wasn’t going to let you ever escape this. Yet, just as you got a glimpse into the true evil of Mr. Wonka, he quickly pulled out his tiny silver whistle and played a cheerful little tune on it. The happy cheery notes were drowned out by your immense farting and powerful poots, except to those who it was calling. Just out of the corner of your eye you could see those little orange emotionless freaks stopping what they are doing.

“Daddy, I don’t...UURRRRKKKK….do-UUMMPPPHH...don’t ever buy me gum again daddy!” Veruca had trouble getting out the words, but after seeing what a giant bloated farting pressurized freak you had become, she never wanted to chew gum ever again. The slender, pristine and perfect Veruca could never imagine having her life ruined like this, she was so thankful that you took the gum before she could. What a relief that she will be able to use her slender legs to walk out of the factory and even better, her ass won’t be blasting out farts!

Your mother was barely hanging on as she was sobbing away and gagging next to you, her mind couldn’t comprehend that her 40 year old daughter was turned into...into….THIS!!! There were just no words in her head to explain what is happening to you, this can’t be real, it can’t be happening. She could always fix your problems, always save the day, but you’ve really done it this time.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, daddy will get you whatever you want after this, I’ll even get you your own park so you can have fresh air! WONKA!! This has gone far ENOUGH!!” Mr. Salt seemed to be getting angry, but sadly, it was because of how his poor perfect slender, and non-pooting Veruca was being subjected to this madness. Oh how you were probably wishing you could switch places with her, that the fat fuck Mr. Salt was your father and not the prim and proper mommy you had sobbing in a mental breakdown at your side.

“You are quite right sir!!! Stop the blueberry!!!”