Olivia's Ordeal

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Poor Olivia. 

What a big sticky mess she's got herself into. I suppose it's understandable that she wanted to make the most of a guided tour around the Wonka Chocolate Factory; for someone with an insatiable sweet tooth it's a dream come true and the chance to try new types of chocolate and sweets before anyone else. 

And you have to admit that a Three Course Dinner chewing gum, one that actually fills you up, does sound quite intriguing and possibly worth investigating, especially if you are a self-confessed glutton like Olivia who gets indecently excited at the idea of being able to discreetly overindulge in public! But hanging back behind the rest of the tour group, waiting until Mr Wonka's back was turned and then sneakily testing it herself was definitely not one of her finest ideas, particularly since she had just been warned "it's not quite right yet".

The first two courses were fine; the tomato soup was sinfully creamy and, to Olivia's barely concealed delight, the succulent roast beef came with all the trimmings of a full roast dinner! But then it all went wrong when she got to the dessert. 

There was nothing actually wrong with the blueberry pie. In fact, with it's hot flaky crust smothered in cream and a filling that seemed to explode with juicy flavour in her mouth, it was simply delicious. The only problem was that it just wouldn't stop! Like a broken record, the gum kept feeding Olivia the dessert course over and over again, stuffing her fuller and fuller!

So why, I hear you ask, didn't she stop chewing the gum, or better yet spit it out, once she started feeling full? Well this is Olivia we're talking about; the women who, to the adoration of her husband, has never once turned down an extra helping of dessert, no matter how stuffed she was! But even the very naughtiest gluttons have a limit and, just as the button of her shorts began to creak ominously, she finally reached hers.

If she hadn't been hiding out of sight at the back of the group or if there had been any reflective surfaces nearby, Olivia probably wouldn't have been inclined to do what she did next. And if she had been listening to Mr Wonka when he had first shown everyone the Three Course Dinner gum (instead of imagining what it tasted like), particularly when he explained how it wasn't actually activated by chewing on it but instead from it reacting with the digestive enzymes found in saliva and the stomach, then she definitely wouldn't have done what she did next.

She swallowed it.

And once that little seemingly harmless piece of gum was in her tummy, which was already straining to digest a full load of tomato soup, roast beef and far too many servings of dessert, it began to pump out blueberry pie and cream faster than ever!

It was at this point that Oliva, feeling like a stuffed turkey, finally realized something was seriously wrong and that she might have made a mistake by sneaking a taste of the special gum. Her overfilled stomach let out a pained groan, causing her to cradle it and look down in alarm. But that shock was mild compared to the one she then got when she noticed the change to her cleavage.

Her skin had started turning blue.

While she had been busy enjoying extra helpings of the dessert course, a blue stain had been slowly spreading across her body, growing darker with each passing second. Across her chest and belly, down her arms and legs; a stain the colour of ripe blueberries.

Olivia then did what any self-conscious women would do in her shoes; she began to panic. Her mind raced from one thought to another: What was happening to her? Would it wash off? How long would it be before someone noticed? What would they say when they did? What would Mr Wonka say?

You see, Olivia's idea of an unbearable ordeal is any situation that embarrasses her. From dropping her cutlery in a busy restaurant, to splitting the seat of her yoga pants while in the front row of a cycle spin class, any ordeal that has made her want the ground to swallow her up made it onto the list of her life's worst ever moments. And surely, though her face was turning blue instead of blushing red, this one would take the number one spot!

The poor blueing women was rooted to the spot, torn between an urge to run away and hide herself, or to pipe up and confess all to Mr Wonka before things got any worse. In the end Olivia just stood behind the other guests, quietly whimpering and rubbing her bloated belly, while praying for her bizarre colouration to fade before someone noticed it. But alas, her prayers went unanswered as her stuffed stomach, which had now been filled with enough blueberry pie to win a pie-eating contest, attempted to make some room.

She burped.

It wasn't a quiet, hiccup-like burp; it was a big, loud, uncontrollable, most-unladylike belch. She had tried to hold it in but there had been no stopping it, she was just too full! Far too late, Olivia clapped a hand over her mouth and, with her face burning in shame, watched as everyone turned round to face her, including Mr Wonka who's demonstration of the Everlasting Gobstopper machine she had just interrupted.

The collective gasp of shock from the other guests, along with their whispered exclamations of things like: "She's turning blue!" and "My God, look at her face!", were all embarrassing enough but they were nothing compared to Mr Wonka's reaction. He didn't shout or rage at her, but just sighed and shook his head sadly while saying,

"It's always the plump ones who go first... always."