It Runs In The Family

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POP. The golden buckle on Violet’s red belt broke, sending the torn remnants about the room. “What’s happening?” Violet half asked, half exclaimed. “You’re blowing up like a balloon!” exclaimed Violet’s father in amazement. Violet’s various body expanded out in all directions, becoming large mockeries of what they once were.
“Like a blueberry” Mr. Wonka interrupted, a tone of slight agitation dancing around his words. “It happens all the time, they all become blueberries” he continued, as he watched Violet’s waist extrude out about 3 feet in all direstions. “You’re really done it this time Wonka! I’ll break you for this” screamed Mr. Beauregarde, imitating what he would do to Wonka with his hands.
Somehow, amongst her incessant chewing, Violet managed to scream out “Help! Help!”. The tour group watched in horror as her rather dissented midsection flew out in all directions, quickly absorbing her arms and legs. “Oh well” Wonka sighed “I’ll get it right in the end.” Mr. Wonka pulled a miniature flute from his coat pocket, and played a short tune. “Oh, we gotta let the air out of her quick!” Mr. Beauregarde stated, his eyes ablaze with concern for his daughter.  
“There’s no air in there, that’s juice.” Wonka informed Mr. Beauregarde. “JUICE?” wailed Mr. Beauregarde. Wonka then turned to an Oompa-Loompa who had suddenly appeared at his side and whispered “Could you roll the young lady down to the juicing room at once please?”
“What for?” asked the puzzeled Mr. Beauregarde, seemingly becoming a broken record of questions. “Squeezing” Mr. Wonka began “She has to be squeezed immediately before she explodes”. “Explodes?” Mr. Beauregarde exclaimed, turning his gaze to his completely blue and spherical daughter.

* * *
Amanda was a petit little thing. She had fiery red hair, which complimented her deep blue eyes. Even she was surprised at her fair skin, which was often a source of jealousy from her fellow classmates. She was somewhat popular, no dobut do her large assets. She had the gift of natural 48DD sized breasts, but was surprisingly modest about them.
Her head stooped forward a few times, before hitting her folded hands with a definitive thud. Her ancient history professor continued his dull, monotone lecture on family histories, completely unaware that the majority of his students were off in la-la land.
Next to her sat a young man, with a chin full of peach fuzz, and a calm demeanor to match. In fact, this was why everyone called him Shaggy. It didn’t help that he was always hungry…His real name was Reggie, and he had long locks of black hair, but the nickname stuck. Reggie had fallen asleep as well, unable to resist the effects of the professor’s dreary lecture.
“… and thus it is important for any person in this day and age…” One student raised his head, glanced at the wall clock, before giving a massive yell “PROFESSOR, IT”S 4:15!”  The professor did a double take as he examined his watch. “Well, so it is.” he announced. The students quickly rose from there desks, and crowded towards the door.
“Remember, your family history projects are due in one week!” yelled the dinosaur at the front of the room. Amanda, who was stuck in the mosh, let out a gasp. She turned to a rather handsome boy on her left and wailed “Crap! I totally forgot about the assignment!”. “Meh, no worries Mandy” Reggie replied “It’s not like you have a huge family or anything.”
“Actually, my mom’s side of the family is huge, but that’s not the point Reggie! I have to go home and get started right away!” Amanda had finally made her way to the door, which she quickly exited. She quickly turned to the right, and made a beeline for the stairs. Reggie, who had just noticed the light from a nearby window reflecting off of Amanda’s hair shouted down the hallway “Hey, Mandy. You’re hair’s on fire!”
Her pretty face turned almost as red as her hair. Amanda ran to her car as fast as she physically could, and raced home.

* * *
Amanda slammed the door on her new red porch. She marched up the drive way, muttering under her breath and tears now streaming down her face.. She entered the front door, and gave it a mighty slam. Amanda slumped down against the door, and proceeded to cry harder. “Damn Regie and his lame jokes. Just because Andrew used that joke doesn’t mean he can.”
Amanda pulled a slightly worn photograph from her purse. It showed a handsome young man, with deep blue eyes and brown hair. Amanda flipped the picture over. On the back was written ‘Amanda and Andrew 4 Ever’. This caused Amanda to cry even harder, which was a feat in and of itself.
After a while, Amanda gathered herself together. She went upstairs and changed into a loose pair of pink PJ’s and a grey tank top (which accentuated her natural 48D breasts), and slowly made her way downstairs.
She had decided to wait until her mother got home to begin her near due assignment, as she was brain dead to her distant family history. Amanda decided that some peanut butter swirl ice cream would grabbed a half gallon of peanut butter swirl from. Amanda Plopped herself on to the cushie couch in the den, Amanda decided she was in the mood for House re-runs.

* * *
3 hours and an entire half gallon of ice cream later, Amanda’s mother finally pulled in the driveway. Amanda raced to the kitchen, an ever-so-slight belly peaking out from her form fitting tanktop, and quickly disposed of the evidence. She raced to the bathroom, just as her mother was about to enter the door. Quickly wiping the remnants of her ‘meal’ from her mouth, Amanda entered the kitchen to greet her mother.
“Hey mom!” Amanda squealed. She raced over to her clear tired mother and gave her a massive bear hug. Mrs. Nelson accepted her daughters embrace. She then gave her daughter a slight glance over. “Mandy, why are you dressed like that?” “Mom, I always dress down like this once I get home.”
“Hun, I mean why are you dressed like that today?” Amanda glanced at the calendar. It took a few moments, but her bright blue eyes eventually lit up with realization. “Ohmygosh! I totally forgot!” she gasped.
Between all the Reggie and Andrew business, Amanda totally forgot that today
was her eighteenth birthday party. Without so much as a peep, Amanda shot upstairs, changed into her favorite red party dress, and ran downstairs. Mandy’s mother glanced at her wrist in mock surprise. “Amazing! That must be a record!” Amanda wasn’t amused. “Come on mom, we’re gonna be late!” She grabbed the keys and headed out the door.

* * *
Amanda staggered into the kitchen, clutching her engorged stomach. Her once form fitting satin dressed strained to contain her belly. “Uggh, I should’ve stopped at the third helping” she wailed. She struggled up the stairs and changed into her trademark lounging outfit.
She glanced at her self in the mirror. Even though this had happened several times before, she was amazed every time it happened. “I look freakin’ pregnant” she repined. And indeed she did. She looked like she had a small pillow stuffed underneath her PJ’s and tank top. It was there that she promised herself to never gorge herself again, no matter what the situation.
Amanda made her way down the steps, her belly sloshing from side to side. Amanda cursed herself again for her mindless self indulgence, as she headed into the living room. On the couch lay her mother and father, both thoroughly into an action movie.
Amanda’s mother was a pretty little thing. A little on the thin side, one of her discerning qualities was her golden blond hair which came halfway between her shoulders and her elbows. This however paled in comparison to her large ass. Amanda’s father often joked that it was so massive, it made J-lo jealous. Her dark blue eyes mirrored the various sources of light from around the room.
This was in stark contrast to Amanda’s father. He was a bear. He was fat, but he extruded a air of strength. He had short red hair combed back in a wavy pattern. His emerald green eyes were deeply engrossed in what was happening on the TV. It took several moments, but her parents finally realized that her daughter had entered the room.
“Mom I’m gonna need some help. I have a family history project due in a week, and need to get cracking.” Amanda said softly, shifting her weight slightly. Her mother took one look at her father. “Amanda, we have something to tell you.” Her father said, getting up from the couch.
“Can it wait? I really need to get started on my project.” She replied, trying not to show the discomfort her belly was causing her. “No this can’t” interjected her mother. She got up off the couch, and headed upstairs. “Amanda, this will sound incredibly weird, but it is entirely true.” Her father told her, turning to face her.
Amanda nodded in inquisitive approval, wanting to hear what came next. “Do you remember the original Willy Wonka?” Amanda thought a moment, before responding with a bewildered “Yes.” “Here, you’ll wanna take a seat, this will take a while.” her father suggested, pointing to a nearby recliner. Amanda sat down, waiting to see what her father was talking about.
The room grew deathly quiet, until her mother reentered the room, carrying two VCR tapes in her hand. She placed one in the VCR, and reclaimed her spot on the couch.
“Her” her mother said “watch these two video’s, then we’ll talk.” as she pressed play.
* * *

Suddenly, the TV screen lit up. Displayed upon it was a gorgeously decorated church. The bird’s eye view showed many people dressed in tuxes and dresses, so Amanda guessed it was a wedding. The picture zoomed in, displaying Amanda’s father. He was dressed in a flattering tux standing near the altar, an air of giddiness about him.  
“We spared no expense, did we honey?” her mother asked, pressing pause. “Not at all” her father replied, sealing it with a kiss. Her mother pressed play again. Suddenly, an organ began playing ‘Here Comes The Bride’, causing everyone to glance towards the back of the church.
The camera man panned towards the rear of the church, to reveal a startling sight. Taking up much of the shot was a large blue orb, about as tall as you or I. Behind the orb stood the father of the bride. This man spun the orb on its side, revealing a partially absorbed head. Realizing the long blond hair anywhere, Amanda blurted out a quizzical “Is that mom?”
Her father gave a slight nod. The man on the tape whispered something into the sphere woman’s ear, which she then responded to with a thumbs-up. The man then proceeded to roll the sphere woman down the aisle, and right up to the bottom of the altar.
* * *
Amanda’s jaw may as well have been lying on the floor. “Wait, so mom is…?” she stuttered, while trying to process this new information. “And wait, there’s more!” her father ad-libbed, sounding right at home on those cheesy as-seen-on-tv ads. He meandered over to the VCR, and swapped the tapes.
* * *
The screen flickered to life again. On the screen laid the same blue sphere-woman shown earlier, only this time she appeared larger. The camera panned, revealing two nurses standing near the sphere-woman’s nether regions. “Push Ms. Nelson!” one of the nurses commanded.
The sphere lady cried, letting out a scream of pain. “Deep breaths Ms. Nelson.” The other nurse said. Ms. Nelson took a large breath, and began pushing again. The cycle repeated a few more times, until Ms. Nelson gave out a massive scream. A baby zoomed out of Ms. Nelson’s vagina, nearly knocking over one of the nurses.
The nurse handed the baby over to the nearby father. “What will the name be?” the nurse asked, standing by a hospital computer. “Amanda Lynn Nelson” the new father replied, grinning ear to ear.
* * *
Amanda was speechless; however she turned to her parents for some sort of explanation. “Honey, that was in fact me in both those videos.” Her mother explained, trying not to laugh at the humor of the situation “ever since my 18th birthday, I turn into a massive blueberry in times of great emotion. We showed you these video’s because we think this may happen to you.”
“But why? Why does this happen to you?” Amanda asked, finally finding her voice. “Well, it all starts at the original Willy Wonka movie. Now, few people actually realize that it was a quasi-documentary. All the characters and their final fates were real. Now, believe it or not, your grandmother was Violet Beauregarde, before she married.”
“Grandma Violet? This is all just too weird.” Amanda sighed. “Think about it” her mother implored “Remember at the family reunion? When grandma had to be ambulanced out of there?” “But, you guys told me she had a bad case of dehydration! But, that does account for all the blue stuff that fell out the back of the ambulance as it drove away.” Amanda sighed again “I… I gotta go think this over” Amanda raced up strairs, ignoring the sloshing of her gut, and headed to her bed.
Amanda lied awake for hours pondering what it all meant, before slipping into a perturbed night sleep.