[28F] For Halloween, my ex-boyfriend had me dress up as Violet Beauregarde from Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory so we could roleplay a size / breast expansion scenario [FM]

I can’t tell if this is a wholesome bedroom fantasy for personalities stuck with the whimsy of the 70s classic Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory or if it’s just plain weird… but I will leave it to you to decide for the October challenge 😂

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Maybe as very brief context for those that didn’t grow up with the Roald Dahl classic, Charlie Bucket wins the golden ticket to visit Willy Wonka’s secret, fanciful, magic chocolate factory. The epicenter of the best tasting chocolate in the world and a supposed fantastical production process helmed by the eccentric Willy Wonka. This context is already probably jogging your memory, so I will skip to the punchline. My ex boyfriend for whatever reason had a childhood fascination with one guest in particular that visits the factory, Violet Beauregarde. Violet is portrayed as a rich, bratty, over-the-top competitive character that ends up chewing some experimental bubble gum that inflates her entire body into a giant blueberry. Her skin turns dark blue and she gets rolled around by the Oompa Loompas as her track suit gets stretched to a tiny fraction covering her now expanded body.

My ex tried to explain it to me and I think it’s a play on breast expansion, size differences, a helplessness, and with an extreme overblown spin on it all.

So for Halloween, my ex dressed up as Willy Wonka and he had me dress up as Violet Beauregarde somewhere mid-inflation. Using multiple layers of hoodies basically wrapped inside a blue track suit along with a bunch of blue body paint, the idea was I was expanding in size for him.

At the party, he was clearly into the roleplay. His hand constantly roaming around my body. It was hard to feel his hands explicitly underneath all the layers of clothes, but it was obvious. Always trying to squeeze my body. Squeeze my butt. As we danced in the hallway of this house party alone waiting for the bathroom, he bent me over to just use my body and grind against me over our clothes. He liked this idea that I couldn’t physically move around without him and he would pretend to have to roll me around over this rotund, stretched, tight imitation of a body.

When we got home, he pinned me against the wall and we were making out. Blue body paint was now messily spreading across the surfaces, though I don’t think he minded. My ex said that the only way for me to come down in size was to be taken to the “juicing room.” Apparently in the movie, Violet is passed around by the Oompa Loompas and then specifically rolled into the “juicing room,” for risk that she can never return to her normal size without immediate attention. His hand is in my pants rubbing my clit and he says the wetness is a good sign. That it means I was ready to be rolled off into the “juicing room.”

We transition to the “juicing room” aka his bedroom and I’m laying on my back in his bed. He takes off my blue stretchy track shorts and is going down on me. His hands roaming all over my body. Seemingly just appreciating all the newfound curves and roundness. He tells me to unzip my tops, but only the top half for my breasts. He wants me to keep the clothes mostly on. His head is between my thighs and I oblige.

My breasts are now hanging out for him. Hoodies and track suits now half zipped exposing myself on his bed. He comes up from below and tells me in a serious tone – the juicing procedure isn’t working and that he thinks the gum is still making my body expand. Smiling, I go along with his scenario. I plead with him that I’ll do whatever it takes. I can’t be a blueberry girl. I’m totally helpless in this form and I’ll do anything if it’ll help him turn me back… On and on

He thrusts himself into me as he wraps his lips around my nipples. He mumbles that there are other methods available to him but that he would need to act quickly, else my breasts were going to keep growing and growing out of control. He was grabbing my chest firmly. Sucking on one nipple while pinching the other. I’m wriggling in pleasure underneath him as he rocks back and forth into me.

I’m trying to push my breasts together to give him an extra dose of cleavage. To deliver him the bigger size he was looking for. He tells me that they look and feel twice as big. A half joking, half sincere plea – his mouth wrapped around as much cleavage as he could manage – that the bigger size is embarrassing and awkward, but he loves that I’m bigger. That he wants me to keep growing for him. I’m running my hands through his hair and cradling the back of his head. I tell him I couldn’t be a blueberry girl forever, but that he could enjoy the bigger size for now.

Moans and groans later, his pace hastens as he keeps fucking me missionary style on the bed. Copious amounts of saliva now all over my chest. I’m using my hands to push my breasts together for him. Just soft flesh from each side molded around his face for him.

**And then when I could sense he didn’t have much more in him, I gave him a teasing, “Cum on me. Cum on my obscenely huge tits.”**

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I hope you all enjoyed! Please be kind! I know this is a really weird bizarre Halloween story. It’s kinda kinky, but I think it’s kinda sweet in a weird way. I know it made him happy at the time and it has me touching myself reliving the memory, so… 😂

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xt90l8/28f_for_halloween_my_exboyfriend_had_me_dress_up