Agent Holly Heifer

 Contest prize for ReikerCo, who submitted the following story for my Wonka Factory writing contest last month!

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The roar of the delivery truck’s tires rolling across the road was all  that Agent Holly Hiefer could hear as she stuck to the bottom of it  using her stealth suit’s magnetic abilities. She took this time to go  over the debriefing of her mission in her head again. Normally the idea  of an infiltration mission into a candy factory of all things would seem  absurd to her. But then again her target was no ordinary person.

Malcolm  Masters, a candy factory employee turned secret agent turned smuggler.  During his time as her colleague Malcolm had earned himself the nickname  “Agent Orange” a play on his status within the agency and his unusual  looks. While the cause remained unknown to even him, Agent Orange had  unnaturally orange skin and equally outlandish green hair. He was also  strangely short for his age, but that only allowed him to get into areas  that his colleagues couldn’t even dream of fitting. Holly remembered  those days fairly well. Orange would constantly poke fun at her rather  ample ass and how it kept her from getting into the vents that he  managed easily. They would share a laugh after that.

But times  change. People change. Or maybe it’s not that people change, but rather  the masks they wear crack and fall away to show who they truly are.

Holly didn’t know what case it was with Orange.

One  day he just didn’t show up at the agency. It was only weeks afterward  that he was then tied to several smuggling rings and murders across the  US. But by then it was too late, he was never to be seen again.

Until now.

As the delivery truck pulled into the building Holly recalled the details of her objective.

“Former  Agent Orange has been sighted entering the old XXXXX XXXXX Candy  Factory by XXXXXXX Village. Your mission is to infiltrate the building,  find out what Orange’s motives are in being there, and determine  how/whether it correlates the villager’s claims of activity going on in  the factory.” She could remember one of her bosses telling her.

Once  the coast was clear, Holly pulled herself from under the truck. Her  dark blue bob cut hair framed her pale, slender face. Her stealth suit  left little to the imagination, hugging every curve of her body.  Accentuating her rather small rack, and quite large ass. The black  material was meant to keep her hidden, with the belt around her waist  providing tools for almost any situation. She began her trek deeper into  the factory.

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“Should we send in the guards?”

“Against her? They’re as good as dead bossman.”

“Then what should we do Mr. Masters?”

“Leave  it to me.” A short silhouette loaded it’s Tommy Gun as it paced out of  the security room to meet up with the unexpected intruder.

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Holly  soon found herself in a wide room whose walls were lined with tanks of  different cream like chemicals. Aside from these churning concoctions,  the room was rather empty save for the walkways that provided a path  overtop of the vats. As Holly snuck around the room looking for any sign  of a guard or even a janitor, she found nothing.

‘This is too  ea-’ Her thought was cut short by the sound of a stream of bullets  digging their way into the tank she hid behind. “Damnit!” She exclaimed  in a hushed whisper. She looked out from behind her cover to see her  attacker. The one and only Agent Orange, decked out in a pinstripe suit  and smiling wickedly as he shot at her. Unfortunately for him, guns  still had to reload. Holly took this time to hop up to the walkway that  he stood on, straight overtop of one of the tanks.

Wasting no  time she charged at him and knocked the now reloaded gun out of his  hands and onto the far side of the walkway. The two engaged in hand to  hand combat. At first it would seem as though they were on an equal  playing field, but closer inspection would reveal that Orange’s size  allowed him to easily outmaneuver Holly’s attacks. This evasion allowed  him the chance to knock Holly down and grab his gun. Yet Holly was still  fast and a tussle ensued for control of the firearm. A stream of  bullets was let loose straight up into the ceiling, detaching a large  light fixture and sending it careening towards the walkway. Orange took  notice of this and shoved Holly with the gun to the ground as the  fixture fell on top of her. Orange clung on for dear life as he climbed  his way to stable footing while the walkway collapsed beneath his feet,  taking Holly into the tank of chemicals below.

SPLASH

The  collapsed metal pinned Holly to the floor of the tank, ensnaring her  ankle like a ball and chain. She tried pulling her leg out, pushing the  metal away, and simply attempting to swim away. All of her efforts  proved useless to her now. Her lungs screamed for air as she began to  panic. ‘To think that of all the missions to die on, it had to be the  candy factory one.’ She thought to herself. It was then that she  remembered her belt contained a small cutting laser. With one last ditch  effort, Holly pulled the laser from her belt and attempted to cut her  leg out of the metal. By the time she was free she had no choice but to  gulp the chemicals just as she was about to exit the liquid…….

Holly  came bursting out of the tank, flinging herself to the floor in a wet  heap. As she lifted her head up, she could make out the laughter coming  from behind her. Agent Orange stood there on the walkway, having hoisted  himself away from the collapsed segment and onto stable footing. Holly  hoisted herself up to confront the small man, the slight shift in her  center of balance going unnoticed by her rage filled self.

“What’s so funny?” She spat at him.

“So you really don’t know eh?” He responded with a sly grin. “I guess your bosses know less than I realized.”

“What  do you mean?” Holly inquired as she reached to her belt to activate her  hidden recorder. This time the back of her mind took notice of her belt  sinking slightly more than was usual as she pressed it.

“Well ya  see, this whole gig here is exactly what it looks like. The bossman  really does want to start up the old candy business again. Maybe it’s  nostalgia for the good ol’ days, perhaps it’s cause he really does like  the joy the candy gave kids, ………..or maybe he just has a hard on for  making candy. I don’t know the details, and I don’t care for them. All I  need is the cash this gig is reeling in for me.” Orange claimed as he  leaned against the handrails of the walkway.

Noticing the growing  grin on his face, Holly pressed further. “But you’re a murderer who  specializes in smuggling. What business would you have at a candy  factory?” She grilled, failing to notice how she had to reorient herself  every so often in order to account for some growing weight she felt on  her.

Orange did notice this however. ‘Showtime.’ He thought to  himself while retorting her verbal questioning. “But ya see Hiefer, the  thing about the candy business is how expensive it is nowadays to get  the FDA approved ingredients. The bossman couldn’t possibly begin  operations again with those kinds of prices.” He said as he hopped from  the walkway onto the ground. “So that’s what our deal revolves around. I  get him some cheaper alternatives and in return he gives me a 40% cut  of any profit. Given how those porkers from the village used to gawk at  the sight of the factory alone, I assumed that’d be a good enough deal.”  Orange calmly approached Holly.

BEEP

The distinctive beep  of Holly’s recording device sounded as she ended the taping. With a  cocky sneer she proclaimed, “Thank you for your cooperation. This tape  will bring your little candy operation down Orange, and you with it.”

But  the surprise and fear that Holly expected to be strewn across Orange’s  face was nowhere to be found. In its place was a devilish sneer as he  stated “Given that highly concentrated sugar compound you swallowed back  in that tank, I should be the least of your worries right now Heifer!”

The  following poke to her gut finally forced Holly to look down at herself  for the first time since she got out of that chemical tank. What she saw  horrified her.

Her toned stomach was no more, a meaty muffintop  having taken its place. Her belly stuck out in front of her like the  slab of excess flesh it was. Her ass was even worse. What was once firm  to the touch now flared out like a shelf. The limits of her skintight  suit were being tested by each cheek alone. The pillar-like legs that  supported them were equally as chunky, forcing bubbles of flesh to rise  out of the forming tears in her suit like loaves of bread in an oven.

Holly  was in absolute shock. No words came from her mouth as she scanned her  whole body over and over. Her arms now had bingo wings that would have  been flapping about had they not been confined in her suit. Even her  fingers were layered with noticeable pudge. Were she with access to a  mirror, Holly would have no doubt seen chipmunk cheeks and a double chin  on her formerly sculpted face. As she processed all of this and the  initial shock of her weight gain began to wear off, yet another  observation came slamming down onto her.

She was still gaining weight.

Holly  could feel her suit getting tighter. Each pound of fat that the sugar  compound released into her body forced more and more into a suit that  was not built to handle it. The high tech belt that Holly kept with her,  that had gotten her out of so many previous jams before, that had the  evidence she needed to finish this mission, was sent flying across the  room with a load SNAP! Yet even with the belt no longer being a pressure  on her stomach, Holly still felt like a packed sausage in her clothing.  A sudden surge of growth in her behind wrenched what little balance  Holly’s titanic legs still had away from them and she was sent crashing  to the ground. The resulting ripples formed a chain reaction that spread  all across the surface of her supple body, causing the rest of Holly’s  suit to quite literally explode off of her body in a spectacular fashion  leaving her in nothing but the shredded remains of her bra and panties.

She was so fat that she ripped apart the most indestructible fabric the agency had.

Throughout  all of this, Agent Orange looked to be enjoying the sight of his former  colleague turning into a blob of flesh before his very eyes. However  business was business after all, and how could work be continued in this  room if the fat cow wasn’t moved soon? “Yeah, she’s been dealt with.”  He spoke into his earpiece while maintaining his gaze on Holly’s  expanding body. “Looks like you got lucky today Frank. This time you’ll  only have to bring the forklift. What? Yes I’m sure that we definitely  don’t have another chopper lift situation here Frank. Just get over here  quick. I want this operation back in gear as soon as the repairs to the  tank and walkway are made.” The short man cut off the conversation  there, leaving no room for his accomplice to argue on the matter more.

By  this point Holly had accepted her fate. Her stomach cascaded down to  the floor, reaching nearly past what used to be her knees. Her feet  could no longer touch the ground thanks to her overwhelming cankles. Her  breasts got the least attention during her expansion, but nonetheless  were now gigantic sacks of sensitive flesh that had somehow maintained a  level of perkiness throughout the whole ordeal. Holly’s arms could now  barely move, their fat making them an immense burden to even shift much  less lift. What was mere minutes ago a perfect face that would’ve landed  her an instant modeling career was now so bloated with fat that Holly  could only talk with immense effort.

Yet nothing compared to the  monster that was her ass. Ever since the initial growth surge Holly’s  ass had been growing at a rate twice that of any other part of her body.  It had gotten so huge that it acted as a gigantic pillow for her,  propping her up in a sitting position on the floor of the factory. Each  cheek looked like a boulder of pale meat, smooshing and squishing into  their own rolls of fat. Holly had reached such a point of apathy that  even when her weight gain stopped, she could find no celebration in it.  What was the point? How would she ever be able to walk again, much less  complete her mission?

A factory employee soon arrived with a  forklift, and although it had some troubles lifting her (the man  grumbled something about this definitely being a “chopper lift”  incident) she was eventually lifted from the ground and hauled away from  the room.

“Where….am I…*pant*...being taken?” Holly panted out with her now husky voice.

“Where  all the other freaks go.” The man replied. “You think you’re the first  case of something like this? No way in hell. Some are genuine accidents,  others are ones the bossman just wants gone, but sometimes it’s these  weirdos who do it to themselves on purpose to get their rocks off. We’ve  already got like what, four other chicks in here tonight alone?  Anyways, here’s your new home cow.”

A door opened to reveal a  room filled with women like Holly. Some were shaped like fruit, others  were simply blobs of fat, yet still more floated around as if they were  balloons. Holly’s observations were cut short as the forklift violently  dropped her in an empty spot. Surprisingly her newfound fat kept the  impact from doing much more than violently jiggling her massive body.

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Two  men watched the video feed of the Keeping Room’s newest guest. To the  untrained eye it would look like both men were enjoying it greatly, but  those who looked real close would have seen the shorter man’s smile  twitch to a frown as the taller man congratulated him on a job well  done.