Wevbn2000 Commission number 2

"Move," the woman with the brown curls commanded irritably.  Surprised, the elderly woman in front of her turned and blinked from behind her thick glasses.
"I'm sorry, young lady, these old bones can't move any faster."
"Then at least get out of the way," the woman scoffed, pushing past the old lady and stalking toward her seat.
Peggy frowned and checked the roster.  Sue van Howler.  Cripes.  Everyone had heard of Sue van Howler; debutante, spoiled rich girl, all around horrible person who bullied everyone in her way, just because daddy gave her an allowance that was easily half the worth of a small country.  To Peggy's shock, she realized that nobody was sitting near van Howler… probably because she'd gone and bought an entire row of seats, just to ensure that she didn't have to sit next to anyone.
"I don't know what kind of airline this is, anyway?" Sue van Howler complained loudly to no one in particular. "I mean, what kind of airplane doesn't have first class, anyway?"
Peggy ground her teeth and refrained from the impulse to inform Ms. Van Howler that she was, in fact, in first class, and if she didn't like what they had to offer, she should have chosen a different airline.  She wouldn't do that.  She was a professional.
Mostly.
As Peggy proceeded to do the in-flight demonstrations on buckling seatbelts, use of oxygen masks, and all the other usual safety procedures, Sue van Howler was determined to make a nuisance of herself.
"Oh, geez, don't tell me you don't even have a recording of this on file."
"We know, lady, God!  Get on with it."
"Are you just doing this to stall?  Because I was assured there would be no delays with this flight."
"If you're going to do this the least you could do is speak up.  It's like you're just mumbling at us."
Peggy was a professional.  Really, she was.  Even if she wanted to see this spoiled, stuck up, self absorbed harpy of a woman get her just desserts.
In a moment of sudden clarity, Peggy's eyes widened.  Her mouth formed a delicate little 'o', lips twitching into a mischevious little smile.  Just desserts… now she could do that.
But no, she shouldn't.  It was unprofessional, inappropriate, a total abuse of her resources…
But if she was ever going to do it, this would be the time.
"Ugh," Kevin groaned, slumping by Peggy as she sorted through the plastic cups, interrupting her train of thought.
Peggy smiled tightly.
"I see you've had about all you can take, too," she mused.
Kevin rolled his eyes.
"She's awful.  How does someone get like that?"
"Not everyone can be nice," Peggy pointed out.
"Yeah, well, I just want to see people like her get what's coming to them, you know?" Kevin snorted. "You know she made the pregnant lady cry?"
"Yeah, not surprised."  Peggy rolled her eyes.
"I'm telling you, I can't take it anymore," Kevin insisted. "You've gotta cover first class."
All too perfect… If Peggy was the one serving in first class she could get right up next to Sue van Howler, slip something to her, and sneak away.  Nobody would suspect the stewardess, especially if nobody else suffered her symptoms.
'Whoa, slow down, girl,' she told herself. 'You haven't even decided you're going to do this.'
Who was she kidding?  Of course she was going to do it.
"Why should I?" Peggy drawled, leaning with calculated calmness against the counter. "I'm pretty happy with economy class.  They're nice.  They don't bite."
"Come on," Kevin begged. "You're way more patient than me."
"Because I don't let myself come into contact with people like them."
"I'll take you out to dinner at the next connection."
"Hm."  Peggy pretended to muse carefully over it. "Steak dinner?"
"Surf and turf."
"Well, if there's the promise of steak AND lobster…" she hummed.
Kevin beamed and planted a big kiss on her forehead.
"Thanks, Peggy, you're a life saver!"
'Life saver' wasn't the way she was going to think of it, but probably best not to let herself think too much about that at the moment.
Kevin took off to check on economy class, and Peggy sighed, slipping one hand into her pocket.  Nestled safely in there were four perfectly wrapped, dainty little cubes of gum.  She never left home without them.
Peggy bit her lip and pulled one of the pieces of gum out of her pocket.  Grandpa Charlie had started it.  At first, it was just a prank he would occasionally play on family visiting the factory.  He'd fixed Mr. Wonka's juice problem as a kid, making the 3-course gum safe for public consumption. (though the product only ever took off among those too busy to stop and eat, since each cube still held about eight hundred calories.  Which, given the fact that most meals included pie, was not bad)  Still, he'd always been a mischevious old coot, and sometimes he tweaked the gum to make the  chewer blow up like a balloon.  Never big enough to be in danger, but always enough to be a good prank.
Peggy sighed and closed her eyes.  About a year ago, she had blown up for the first time.  She rubbed her hand over the now flat surface of her belly, recalling the way it had bloated and swelled, so heavy and full of blueberry juice not so long ago.  At first she'd been terrified, until the sight of Charlie's laughing face calmed her down.
After the juicing had ended, he'd pulled her aside.
"Now, Peggy, I know you may think that was a little harsh."
"It's okay, Grandpa Charlie.  It was a little uncomfortable, but once I realized I wasn't going to pop, it wasn't so bad."
"That's a good attitude to have, my dear.  Now, do you know why I do that to so many members of our family?"
"Because you think it's funny?"
Charlie had laughed again and given her a quick hug.
"Oh, my dear, it is.  But that isn't the only reason."
"Grandpa Charlie!"
"Now, now, Peggy, don't be like that.  I only make it for your own good.  Sometimes, I know the world can be a dangerous place, especially for a young woman like yourself.  Personally, I think it is neither fair nor right, so I like to give you the chance to even the playing field.  Now, remember that I do this to every family member?  It's so you can appreciate what it is to be blown up, and therefore be careful with it.  Not every one of you has the chance for it.  Your cousin Michael?  He'd give it to his competition just to get ahead.  Your sister Sally?  She'd forget she had it and who knows what might happen then.  No, they don't deserve it.  But you?  I know you'll only use it on someone who really, really deserves it."
He held out a small pouch stuffed full of his joke three course gum.
"Here you go, Peggy.  I know you'll use it wisely."
"I will.  Thank you, Grandpa Charlie."
Ever since then, Peggy had always been careful to keep a few pieces of the gum with her at all times.  She almost never used it.  Even when she'd broken up with her boyfriend, even when someone had cut in front of her at the grocery store, she was always careful to keep her temper in check.  For a person who didn't know the gum wasn't deadly, didn't know what it was capable of in the first place, it was bound to be terrifying.  Unfairly so.  So much so that they might prick themselves with a pin to relieve the pressure, or some other stupid, dangerous thing.
Briefly, Peggy toyed with the idea of backing out of this.  She didn't have to do this to Sue van Howler.  That woman was bound to get what was coming to her someday, by somebody's hand.  Who said it had to be Peggy?
Except that Grandpa Charlie had given her a terribly wonderful power.  And nothing was quite so bound to knock a little humility into  a person like being blown up into a giant berry.
That decided, Peggy nodded and headed to first class to offer people their drinks.

o-o-o

Sue drummed her perfectly manicured, glittery fingernails against her armrest.  This airline sucked.  There was no minibar in first class.  None of her favorite movies were being offered.  The stewards weren't hot and the stewardesses were downright frumpy.  Ugh.  Like she wanted to look at that for the next two hours.
Daddy was the one who'd insisted she use this stupid airline, anyway.  Just because he wanted to know what it was like before he decided whether or not to buy it.  Ugh.  He could have just ridden it himself and come to the same conclusion she had.
"Would you like some refreshment, ma'am?"
Sue rolled her eyes and glanced up at the stewardess.  Ah, so frumpy!
"It's about time," Sue complained loudly.
The stewardess remained nonplussed.
"What would you like to drink, ma'am?"
"Anything alchoholic," Sue grumbled.
The stewardess smiled tightly and poured her a glass of champagne.  Sue accepted it and sipped delicately.  Seriously?  What kind of crummy airline bought the cheap stuff, anyway?  This was such a bogus flight.  Daddy was SO not buying this airline.
The stewardess set a small bag of snacks down on Sue's pull-out tray and sauntered off, her ugly little skirt swishing.  What was it made of, taffeta?  Maybe Daddy should buy the airline, if only so he could get these people some real uniforms.
Still sipping at her champagne, Sue opened the bag of snacks.  Pretzels, ew.  Way too much salt.  Peanuts, also too much salt.  Chewy little fruit snacks.  Yeah, like there was any fruit under all the sugar, dye, and preservatives.  Gum… well, that couldn't be too bad.
Sue picked up the gum and frowned.  Wonka's Three Course Chewing Gum.  Well, it beat the pretzels, anyway.
With a shrug, Sue popped the gum in her mouth and began to chew.  For a moment, it didn't taste like anything.  Sue rolled her eyes and took another sip of champagne, then…
Oh.  Tomato soup.  Not just any tomato soup, the nice, rich, fantastic stuff that she always ordered for an appetizer at French restaurants.
Sue sighed and leaned back in her chair, enjoying the way the soup flowed down her throat.  Oh yeah.  Way better than anything they'd served so far.
She shifted slightly as her belt grew a little tight.  Maybe she shouldn't have worn it, but it had been so cute.  Guaranteed not to stretch- the perfect cincher.  Sue wheezed slightly, grimacing as she rubbed her full belly through the unrelenting material of her belt.  She was so full… but without her belt her outfit wouldn't look good at all.  No way she was taking it off, no matter how full she got.
Suddenly, the flavor of the gum changed to roast beef, thick, tender, and juicy, only occasionally shot through with the hearty flavor of buttery baked potato.  Sue started, an unexpected moan creeping out from between her lips.  Geez, if the gum was this good, maybe she shouldn't ever eat real food again!  She'd have to ask that dumpy little stewardess where she got it.  Or maybe the airline… but it was so unbelievably filling.  She'd have to make sure not to eat it while she was wearing anything too restrictive in the future.
Then the blueberry pie started.  Sue had to bite back a moan.  She'd never tasted anything like it!  The berries were so fresh, so crisp, bursting in her mouth and flooding it with the most incredible flavor she'd ever experienced.  And the cream… she might as well have been on a dairy farm, lapping it up the second it had been created.
A warm, tingling sensation began to prickle her skin.  She shivered and cooed.
Then she heard the whispers.
"What is she…"
"Don't stare, don't stare!"
"But look at her, she-"
Sue rolled her eyes.  Typical.  She always got these reactions from peons who'd never seen a celebrity before.
She made to turn in her seat to tell them to pipe it down when… she couldn't quite manage it.  Stupid tight seats.
Sue glanced down, then gasped in shock.  Her arms were a vivid, sapphire blue.  And her hips… her hips were huge!  They tapered out, brushing the sides of the armrests, not quite pinning her in place, but certainly coming close.  Her thighs, her perfect, beautiful thighs were so thick they were swelling into each other, straining the seams of her outfit.  She swallowed.  A gulp of blueberry juice washed down her throat.  Her hips expanded a little further.
"What's happening to me?" she cried, still smacking loudly on her gum.  A trickle of juice ran down her chin.  She squirmed in her seat, willing the illusion to fade, but it didn't.  The seams of her skirt creaked ominously with each movement.
One of the other passengers piped up.
"That must be a defective bit of wonka gum, lady.  Just spit it out!"
Sue wanted to, she really did, but… there was a reason people didn't stop chewing the infamous defective gum.  Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned loudly, the flavor washing over her as her hips continued to expand well into her seat.  Her hips pressed hard into the armrests, pinning her in place.  Sue whimpered and tried to move again.  She was positively pear shaped!  Her beautiful figure!
"Ma'am, please spit it out," one of the stewards begged.  Sue tried, she really did, but at that moment, the gum let out a huge wave of juice, which she was forced to swallow.  The gum bounced down her throat.
Her expansion ground to a halt.
"Phew," Sue sighed, leaning back in her seat.  Now that it was over, she could feel some of her anger returning.  Oh, she was so suing this airline for giving her defective wonka gum like a bunch off…
-Burp-
Sue's hands flew to her lips.  Where had that come from?
Something churned in her stomach, under her solid belt.  Sue burped again, the taste of blueberries growing stronger in her mouth.  A dull nausea rolled through her belly and, in spite of herself, she was growing incredibly full.
"Oh… -urp- ugh… I feel sick," she moaned.
"Oh no," the stewardess sighed. "I'm gonna go tell Jerry we need to make an emergency landing."
"Emergency –urp- landing?  W-belch-why?" Sue demanded, but then it started.
Her hips began to press into the sides of her seat again.  Sue groaned, wishing the pressure would just stop when, suddenly, it shifted to her chest.  She gasped in horror as her pert, perfect boobs began to press out against her blouse.  The buttons strained, the increasingly round, blue orbs pressing into each other.
"Wh-what?  -urp- Noooo!" she moaned, pressing her hands to her breasts as they swelled to the size of canteloupes.  Her buttons strained then… ping!  Ping ping ping!
She groaned at the humiliation of it as her blouse was ripped free.  Her now large breasts swelled out of her lacy bra, pumping more and more full of juice with every passing second.
"I'm –urp- I'm s-suing –belch- everyone!" she cried as her breasts swelled to the size of basketballs, flopping over so large she couldn't see anything beneath them.   Her hips began to swell over the sides of the armrests, pressing hard against them and spreading into the hall.  Slowly, she felt herself rising in the air.  With a loud rip, her skirt tore, no longer able to contain her incredible girth.  Sue grit her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut.  It had to stop, she was gonna pop!  If it didn't stop soon, she was gonna-
CRASH!
Sue flailed around on the floor, surrounded be the remains of her seat.  Her massive bottom prevented her from touching the ground with her feet.  Whimpering, she rolled over onto her chest, but her now enormous boobs prevented her from doing more than merely brush the floor with her fingers.
Suddenly, she felt hands on her, helping her up.  Sue tried to fight back, until they helped her to right herself.  She stumbled on her feet.  Tears began to flow down her cheeks as her body continued to swell.  Her breasts began to force her arms up.  Her butt stretched out so far it could be used as a shelf.  Sue took one ponderous step forward.  The cabin swayed uncomfortably,  the sound of sloshing liquid became too much.  Oh God, she'd done that.  She'd done that because she was so fat!
"D-don't look at me!" she wailed, and she began to waddle toward the bathroom.  She'd just wait it out in there until they landed, then… then they'd have to tear the plane apart to get her out.  She flung open the door and tried to step inside… but she couldn't.  Her boobs and hips were so wide, she couldn't fit.  Her belly pressed hard against the belt.  Aside from that, her body was slowly growing completely round.  
"Somebody help me!" she cried.
A moment later, several pairs of hands shoved at her back.  The sudden pressure was excruciating.  Sue wanted to scream at them to stop, they were going to pop her, but all that escaped her mouth was pained little gasps as her body swelled impossibly huge.  Her legs were fat cones, her clothes in tatters around her.  She flailed like a turtle on its back.  The juice swelled her face, obscuring her vision.  She let out pained cries of distress.
"Don't!" she heard the stewardess cry before…
POP!