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Hello, all. This will be my "goodbye" journal, so it'll likely be fairly lengthy to read. Some of you have already said goodbye to me, which is fine, but if you haven't yet then leaving your goodbye comment below this journal would be wonderful :)

Anyway, I'll do my best to keep this somewhat brief, but there will be a lot of reflection (so you may need to read this in multiple sittings). I just wanted to remind everyone that I will look to reply to comments for up to maybe 5-7 days or so after this journal is posted, but that's it. So if you want to say goodbye and expect a reply back then please do that ASAP. I'll also ask to keep replies short, like if you comment and I reply, reply once more if you wish but try not to get into a huge discussion because once those days are up, I won't log on to check and I don't want to leave anyone hanging and waiting for a reply and such. That make sense? So please, say what you'd like in your original comment and keep the replies to a minimum so that when the time comes you would've said what you wanted to :)

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Wow though, a whole decade. If you told me that when I first started writing I would've laughed. It's hard to believe how fast the time flies and the stories really do add up over time. I've seen a lot of people come and go and for me to have still been here for a whole decade is very cool, but also kinda odd.

I really don't like my older stories, and I've said so on many occasions :lol: I feel they got better after I switched my formatting style up around 2010/2011ish. For me, that's around the time I viewed them as "actually good". With the formatting, I've had people over the years tell me that once they opened up the story they already KNEW it was written by me because of the style and such. I thought that was pretty neat :)

How long it took me to write and post a story

I'm not sure if I've mentioned this in a journal before or not, but I'll tell you how long it took me. I've always had ideas bouncing around in my head so I feel that I can say with full confidence that in the whole decade of writing, I've never had writer's block. I seriously cannot remember the last time that I couldn't think of what to write, I always had something I wanted to write about.

There's the actual writing part which maybe took 3-10 hours of sitting down typing, proofreading/editing, uploading on DA, writing up "artists comments" underneath, adding tags, then submitting to groups. So, the "average" length story for me took maybe 8+ hours? It's a rough guess, but it probably took more. I always put so much thought into the dialogue and the character interaction, and that's what I pride my stories on. Everything I write is on the spot, so unless I thought ahead and had a great one-liner for Kylie to use, for example, then everything was written then and there. As I wrote, I essentially saw the story unfold in my mind and wrote it down. So really, it's like 95% on the spot and improvised. As a matter of fact, a lot of the random and silly stuff you've read have been improvised on the spot and added in. "Hmmm, what would be something goofy I could have Kylie do? Oh, I know!" and then I'd write that in and things would unfold. Then a "reaction" to what Kylie did, for example, that'd take me towards a direction and there'd be a reaction to that. So really, stories just branched off into different parts while I wrote. It makes me laugh thinking about this, but for soooo many of my stories, I had a rough idea of how I wanted it to end, but after having my OC's do something (or if Kylie got involved) then the story would branch off and end in a completely different way than I was thinking it would. Improvising :) It really was a journey to go from beginning to end because even I didn't know how things would progress and how the story would end. So really, while you're reading it your guess is as good as mine :lol: That relates to another thing about my stories, and that's predictability. For me, I feel my stories weren't too predictable. Sure, you knew someone would swell up in some way (if I didn't give away a hint in the title), and with the dialogue and interactions and such, it was pretty much a free-for-all as to who'd swell up. However, a bunch of my stories take place at someone's house so the setting, I kept it somewhat familiar. But just when I thought I may have had a couple stories take place at someone's house, I'd switch it up and do something different. To sum up my point, I feel that as a reader, you didn't always know what was about to happen when you opened up a story of mine, and just when you might think you do, I switched things up on you and surprised you in some way. I either switch up the setting, who swells up and how many do, or I do something different with the expansions (like with one of my FAVORITE stories, Busty Berry). You're probably thinking of the traditional blueberry expansion, buuuuuuuuut I added a twist to it instead ;p

Got a tad sidetracked there, but it does relate to how long it took me to write stories. Just when I thought I'd be about finished, I'd write more and more. Or just when I thought I'd see how things were going, I'd get an idea and everything would be thrown into a new direction and I'd keep going with it. Really, my OC's were what drove my stories. As I wrote, everything literally hinged on what they'd do. But I liked that because the stories were based on what they did, or what I could see them doing. So even for me while writing, I wasn't sure what would happen with 100% certainty. Honestly it was more like 20% having an idea of what I'd want to have happen and what I'd have "planned" to happen, with the other 80% being up to them and how the story progressed. I just put soooo much thought into everything I wrote, and with the "unknown" of my OC's (especially with Kylie), I never truly knew what to expect. So, my stories probably took at least 8 hours or so, but that's just for the "average-length" ones. For the last few stories I've written they've been pretty darn long, and those took FOREVER to write. I'd spend weeks on them and whenever I could, I'd pick up where I left off at. That in itself could be difficult trying to continue where you last saved the story and hope that you can recapture the flow. I got used to doing that over the years so that wasn't really hard for me to do. As you can probably see, and really the timing of that is just a guess, but it takes me quite a while to write stories and post them, and that's one of the reasons I feel it's time for me to go. I've been writing for a decade, and it's taken a lot out of me. I've still got more left in the tank, but at the same time I've already "moved on" in my mind and I want to spend time doing other things, like spend more time with my family instead of thinking about expansions and my OC's and putting that energy into writing them, etc.

An interesting thought about my OC's

It didn't occur to me until a few years ago when someone pointed out that OC's generally resemble the creator's personality in some way. That was really fascinating to me, and so I remember thinking about it. At the time I created them I just gave them different personalities and such, but I could definitely see where that'd be true.

Sabrina: sexy, flirty, clever, relaxed
Kylie: goofy, VERY random, fun, crazy, easy-going
Pandora: curious, intelligent, naive, fit/active, diplomatic
Clara: motherly, caring, passionate, innocent
Katrina: intelligent, scientific, meticulous

I realized each of my OC's represent characteristics of myself in some way. Sabrina is like my sensual/clever side, Kylie is my goofy/random/silly side, Pandora (well, since she's an alien) represents my curiosity for knowledge/fitness/intelligence/diplomatic nature, Clara is essentially my motherly side that loves and cares for others, and Katrina is my intelligent/scientific side. All of these make them unique in their own way and helps them stand out from the others. If you've read my stories for at least a little while, you've likely noticed these things about my OC's. Like if Kylie was in a story, chances are you probably began to think, "Hmmm, what crazy thing is she gonna say or do next?" Perhaps interestingly enough, Pandora seemed to act as like the voice of reason in some cases (interesting because she's not from Earth and is still studying how humans interact and such). She's an alien that knows lots of things about Earth and Earthlings, but at the same time she's constantly learning whatever she can (and as you may have noticed, Kylie messes with her and teaches her wrong things on purpose :lol:). In all, they were a crazy blend of organized chaos (for the most part). Most of the time things took a turn but I kept things from getting too crazy ;p

Character interaction and dialogue

I touched upon this a little already, but I really do feel it needs its own little category. I really prided myself on this and it's what I really enjoyed about writing, other than for the expansions, of course. Most of the reason stories took me a while to write was because I was busy thinking about what to have characters say, make sure that it sounds like something they'd actually say, and then have it flow and make sense within the story. When having five OC's in a story, that can be very tricky, believe me. But after a bunch of practice, I got used to it. This'll probably make me sound crazy, but while I wrote I literally imagined my OC's interacting in my head and just wrote down what I envisioned. Again, lots of stuff was pretty much improvised, but at the same time it felt like a steady-flowing back and forth between characters. I loved throwing in jokes, having OC's bicker with one another, and all that good stuff. Even after all these years of expanding, everyone is still great friends! :lmao:

My fans, and "internet celebrity" status

First off, I wouldn't have written for a decade if I didn't have such great people support my writing and actually get excited to read my stories. I started out just looking to "give it a shot", and I did NOT expect to write for ten years (ew, I feel old :P). I've had people ask me over the years something like, "So how does it feel to be a celebrity?" If you've asked that, I may have replied back with either :lol: or :lmao: included within it, just because I never saw myself as a "celebrity". In fact, it really wasn't until a few years ago (two or three?) when one day I was like, "Wow, there's thousands of people out there that have read my stories!" Add in that I managed to get 700,000 pageviews not too long ago, and I was really blown away. Like, I never even thought about how many people have read my stories. I did a quick Google search and it says there are 195 countries. I divided my pageviews by the number of countries and hypothetically, about 4,000 people from every country in the world has viewed my profile. Obviously not everyone in every country has access to the internet (or have even been introduced to expansion/DA), but just to think of that hypothetical was really, really cool. As I type this, I have 2,807,463 story views, and as a writer, that's pretty darn cool, too :)

"How does it feel to be one of the best, if not the best expansion writer in history?" Every time I had that question asked, or something similar mentioned in a comment or note, I wasn't really sure how to view that as. It's quite an honor to even be considered "the best", that of which I truly am grateful, but at the same time I always viewed that as other people's opinions. So, if they thought I was "the best" or "one of the best", then great. If not, that's cool too. Everyone has their own opinion so I never let it bother me. It really is an honor to even be considered in that, and something I never thought would happen when I first started writing. To see so many people feel that way really warms my heart :heart:

How to "read" my stories

You may wonder what the heck I mean by that headline :lol: "How to read" in how to look at my stories one by one. I've had people ask, "Well, how did your characters return to their normal size? Your last story had them swell up as a big as a house!" The simplest answer I can give is that my stories do not have any continuation with one another, unless they're a multi-part story or a mini series. So unless it's either of those, each story is essentially its own randomness. Now some stuff does carry over to others like character interaction and character development; in a few stories I've referenced things that happened in past stories I wrote. But those are pretty much it since they don't effect the main plot, generally speaking. I always thought of my stories as like a sitcom. Each "episode" (story) has something different happening and the characters swell up in whatever way and other than for some character progression, things are pretty much kept the same. Really, they're like random adventures. And each one, their expansion resets and it's on to the next one :lol: So hopefully that cleared that up if you were wondering. With the amount of stories I wrote, acknowledging every time that my characters returned to normal would've been tiring :lol: In some stories my OC's/me returned to our normal size, but that was clearly stated in them so that you knew. Each story, unless it's a series and such, is its own entity. I also wanted to make you think. My stories aren't just "someone expands, the end". Nope. You can look at them that way if you wish, but there's more to them. Character interactions, descriptions, jokes/humor, references, and ideas and concepts that can make you think. There's some stories that are short and to the point, so they pretty much are focused on the expansion. For others though, I focused on the expansions as well as other stuff going on that may not have been as easily noticeable. I wanted to get you thinking, and if you pay attention when reading, then you may pick up on some hidden jokes and references.

Regrets

Wasn't sure if I wanted to do this category, but I feel it's important in letting everyone know that things don't always go as planned, even for someone that's "one of the best" writers. Good life lesson. Anyway, I do have some regrets, and these aren't in any specific order. If I'm being honest (which I've always been with you guys) then I'd have to say probably my biggest regret is how much time I've really spent either writing or just being on DA. I really do enjoy all the stories I've written and interacting with you guys, but at the same time I wish I hadn't spent as much time doing that. Ten years is like a mini eternity :lol::lmao: Between the hours writing, editing, posting stories, to the countless hours logging on and checking messages and then replying....that's a lot of time. I logged on 3-5 times a week on average I'd say, and each time I'd spend an hour or two replying to people, or searching for artwork and stories by others. Writing-up journals took a bit of time as well (especially this one! :lol:). So really, I spent a good 6-8 hours a week on DA at least, and that's just taking a minimal estimate. Factor in writing a story and that could bump things closer to 14+ish hours (if I'm really being serious). Now, I didn't write a story every week, and some weeks I didn't log on as much as others, but taking just a hypothetical estimate, add up all those hours and times that by 52 weeks, then times that by a decade. 8 hours per week x 52 weeks = 416 hours. 416 hours per year x 10 years = 4,160 hours. 4,160 hours / 24 hours = 173.3 days spent on Deviantart. Factor in all the stories I wrote, and really trying to take a good guess at it, then I've spent a good 300 full days of my life either writing, editing, replying to comments/notes, or typing up journals. So really, I've spent roughly 300 days of my life doing all that stuff. Almost a full year, and the scary thing is that it could likely be even more than that. Literally, a full year of my life, 365 days, spent writing and replying. All that time added up. The topping on the cake? I did it all because I wanted to, all for free. Didn't make a single penny. This paragraph may seem like I'm angry about it, but I'm not. I'm perfectly okay with all the time I spent on here and with writing. Though at the same time I wish I hadn't spent as much time. So, let that be a lesson to each of you, or just for writers or artists as a general reminder: be careful of how much time you're really spending doing this. If you enjoy it then great. But, if like me, you began to wonder how much time and if it doesn't make you feel good about truly how much time you're spending, perhaps cut down on the work or move on. And that's what I'm doing. Moving on.

More regrets I have are not getting around to writing certain story ideas I've had. I've been fortunate enough to have so many ideas bouncing around in my head all the time and all I had to do was literally just pick one and start writing. Sometimes the "picking" part was the hardest. In my final story, Whitney Wonka And The Chocolate Factory, I ended up combining a few ideas because I wanted to at least get them into a story. Because really, that story itself had some sub-plot ideas that I had planned for a good 3-4 stories, easily. I could've even made a couple short series with the ideas. But, at least I was able to kinda get those in. I've always wanted to have all of us visit Pandora's (OC) home planet, and all the possibilities that could've brought. I love sci-fi stuff and that would've allowed me to get sciency and futuristic, in ways. Plus, with all the females on her home planet being able to alter their bodies (in certain ways ;p), I wanted to include Brad in the story and have him make jokes about not wanting to leave :lol: That would've been really fun from a science and thought-provoking standpoint, but also for comedy. Another one was where I wanted to kind of "re-write" Willy Wonka but have Violet's mom turn into the blueberry instead. Never got around to that and that's a big regret for me, sadly. I could go on about the ideas I still have, but I just wanted to show that I do still have ideas, and really, not everything goes as planned for people.

My impact on the expansion community

It's hard to believe I've had such an impact on people. I can't say how many times I've been told that I've been an inspiration for someone to write, become artists, or just get into this kind of fetish. Simply inspiring someone is such a great feeling but to do that for a bunch of people is something that's very cool. I never thought I'd be the one to do that, but since I've been around forever it seems, I guess it could make sense :lol: I've gotten comments from people that remember a story of mine being the first they read about expansion and that's what hooked them, I've had people say they remember when they first started watching me years ago, and all that is really fun to hear. I remember I started writing just for the heck of doing so, and I didn't know it'd turn into what I have on here today. Having the amount of pageviews I have as an expansion writer is kinda surprising because expansion can be a very specific thing and hard to find, but even as a writer in general, that many views is surprising (you generally see artists being the ones with tons of views). I've always felt that writing needed a certain creativity to be effective, because you have to describe things so that the reader can visualize what is happening. Whereas for artists, you can draw-up something and there's a clear visual. Not to knock artists because there's a lot of tremendous ones out there. Just in my personal opinion, I've felt literature has been cast aside in ways that it wasn't years ago. Society as a whole doesn't seem to have the patience to read like it used to. People have smaller attention spans, so it makes sense that people would rather look at a drawing for ten seconds as opposed to siting down and reading a story for fifteen minutes or more. Makes sense, right? So, I tried to get people interested in reading and show that reading can be just as much fun. I've always viewed it as this: with drawing, you're limited to what you can fit on a piece of paper or computer screen (unless you draw a multi-part comic) whereas with writing, there really is no limitation. You can write a story that goes on forever and all you have to do is keep scrolling down to read it. I guess the point I'm trying to make is that reading can be lots of fun and get you thinking, and that's what I wanted to do with expansion. To have such an impact on a large group of people is something I'll never forget. It's truly remarkable to have so many people genuinely care, and I really thank you for that.

How I'd like to be remembered

I'd like to be remembered for my honesty, friendliness, and my devotion to expansion. I spent a good part of my life just writing for you guys. All for free, too. I haven't made a single penny on anything. I guess if you can make money from expansion (which you really can), then do it. But for me, I never thought about money. I thought about writing about my OC's (and myself) and just having fun, goofy adventures. Money never came to mind as an option.

Another thing I'm proud of is that I haven't changed. After a decade, I'm still the same person. Wiser and older, but I'm still the same. I've treated everyone with respect and haven't looked down on anyone. And that's another thing, in that I've been fair to everyone. I didn't get the ego of, "Ooo, I'm a big fancy known writer, I'm better than all of you!" I never got that, never felt that. That's not who I am. I'm sure you've seen how nice and friendly I am in all the times that I've replied back to you guys. Most writers and artists don't take the time to reply back to their readers/watchers and that is something that really annoys me. People support you (maybe even pay for your stories/artwork), some even look up to you most likely, yet you never acknowledge them, never reply back, don't treat them like people, and don't even at the very least reply back to say "thank you" on a comment? Seriously? That stuff irritates me. Now that's just my opinion and everyone out there can do as they please. However, for me, I never ignored my readers. I always acknowledged people whenever I could, and for those that have commented on anything of mine, even just once, there's like a 99.9% chance I've replied to you in some fashion to thank you, answer a question you had on something, or whatever. The few times I didn't reply was either spam, different language, or if I felt your comment was creepy and didn't know how or if I even wanted to reply to it. Very few times that's happened where I haven't replied, though. And again, not that writers or artists need to reply to everything like I did, but I just wanted to take the time to show I cared for each and every one of you, and that I viewed you as equal. Sure, I'm a writer that lots of people seem to know about, but that doesn't make me any different than anyone else.

I'm sure you all remember the "popular" kids in high school, right? Well years ago, that was Brad and I. Everyone knew me, and I knew everyone. However, I wasn't mean, rude, or ignored anyone. We both acknowledged everyone in school regardless if they were deemed "popular" or not. I treated everyone the same. No rumors or gossip floated around while Brad and I dated, and there was no "drama". Know why? Other than being genuinely nice people, we treated everyone the same with respect. We had lots of fun, and we had friends all over the place. As a matter of fact, we still know just about everyone from when we were in school. As for the others that were mean to people and all that, they aren't friends with people they used to be friends with (from what I've been told). And really, if someone was mean or rude, then Brad and I didn't want anything to do with them. We cut that negativity out. So really, I think that's what got me into being the person I am today. I've always been friendly, welcoming, and caring. That's why sometimes in a journal or in a comment I'd welcome those that were either new readers or people that never commented to comment on my stories or journals, and that's because I wanted everyone to feel welcome. I wanted all of you to see that I'm approachable and that I'm not mean, rude, or that I'd ignore you with a "big shot" attitude. Because that stuff isn't me at all and never has been, same goes with Brad. We even had teachers say that we were good role models for others, and that was back when we were 17/18 years old. As I write this journal I'm still only 30 (though I'll be 31 soon - ew, I'm feeling old now :lol:) but it also shows how mature we both were at such a young age. Follow that decade back when I started on DA and I started writing at like 20/21 or so (wow, time flies!). I'm not sure if I shared that story with you guys about my (or our) high school years, but I wanted to show that the person you've talked to (me) has always been the same person as back then. Because people do change, and "internet fame" can definitely change people. But for me, I'm still the same :) :tighthug:

I'll try to make this as quick of a paragraph as I can, but with my "internet fame", I never pushed any political views on you guys like others have or may have. Not that I'm a political junkie, but you hear about celebrities saying this or that (especially over the past few years), whereas I don't believe I've ever done that. If I did I feel like I'd remember, but I'm pretty confident I never have. I avoided that stuff because 1) we talk about expansion-related stuff, since that's the whole point of me writing 2) you guys can think for yourselves, develop your own opinions 3) I didn't want to use any influence I may have to change how you think and 4) I didn't want people to read or not read my stories solely based on politics (because that's how people think these days). I never wanted to use any influence I may have to change you in any way, because that's not who I am. And really, in my ten years on DA and talking to you guys, I truly believe that nobody can make a knowledgeable guess on which political party I affiliate myself with. Don't bother making any guesses because I won't tell you. You know why? Because the point of this paragraph is to show that you can think for yourself and that my political opinions (or really, any celebrities' opinions) shouldn't effect the way you think.

I'd also like to be remembered as someone who did what they wanted (in this case write what I wanted, while at the same time trying to include you guys in whenever I could). I'd get a really great idea for a story based around a certain expansion I thought would work best for it, but if I realized I hadn't written about another expansion for a little while, then I'd look to include that in too. This could also be shown in my blueberry stories, because I'd include A LOT of different expansions. I know that not everyone enjoys blueberry expansion, so by including other expansions within it, it could appeal to people more because there was bound to be something in there that you liked. I also wasn't afraid to try new things. Like with Kylie, Sabrina, And The Transformation Ray: Part 1 and Kylie, Sabrina, And The Transformation Ray: Part 2, I tried quite a bit of new things that I had never written before. That whole story was an absolute blast to write. I even wish I had tried those things sooner (because I would've written them more) but it never really came up. It's kinda funny too because I've had people say I introduced them to these random fetishes they never knew they had :lmao: Like the honey expansion, or even foot expansion (which I started including a few years ago, mainly with blueberry expansion). I enjoyed trying things when I did, and I really enjoyed all the randomness :)

I'll make this paragraph quick, but I felt my stories got better and better with each one (I've always preferred my more-recent stuff than my old stories). Being that this is it for me on here, I feel like my last handful of stories were really, really good. And that's not me sounding boastful, I just feel like they were fun, thought-provoking, very lengthy stories that took quite a while to write, interesting, and very random. For me, I felt they were each instant home runs. In my mind, I'm "going out on top" in that I know I gave it my all and that I really feel it was quality work.

:heart: Thank you :heart:

I wanted to end off by saying thank you to everyone. I've spoken with some very sweet people, made some friends on here, and have enjoyed my time over the past decade. Making it a full ten years was something I never thought I'd reach, but I did it. If I didn't have such amazing people read my stories and enjoy them as much as they have, I wouldn't have written for all these years. Thank you for caring so much to read my stories, drop comments, wish me happy birthday over the years, and even check in on how my family and I are doing. It means so much that you guys cared enough to do all that, and I hope I was able to return the favor to all of you by writing for all these years and replying back whenever I could. I never looked down or ignored you guys, and I felt like I was like a motherly figure, in a way. I cared, I helped, and I feel like I brought positive vibes to an online world that can be rather harsh. With every story I relayed what I imagined in my mind so that you could picture it in yours. I added jokes and humor to try and bring at least a smile to your face if you were feeling down, but also some thought-provoking stories that made you think and imagine the what-ifs that could happen, get you interested in expansion even more, or just give you something to read if you were bored. After a handful of years it became apparent that I could be seen as like a role model for some people, and I wanted to live up to that for those that may have seen me as one. Other than being older and wiser, I'm still the same person as when I first started writing ten years ago. My stories will be left up so that you can read them whenever you wish to (just remember that I won't be replying to comments since I'm leaving). To touch upon that a little more, I've been asked, "Will you return?" My answer to that is no, and maybe. There will always be a chance I'll return in the future, whether it's a few years or more. But being truthful, I truly don't intend on returning to writing. Deep down I want to write forever, but at the same time I feel it's taken a lot of my time and I want to spend that time doing other things in my life. Leave me on your watch list if you wish, but I'm not promising I'll ever write a story, or post another journal again. I want to be clear with that, because I don't want to get anyone's hopes up, including mine.

I suppose this is it, my friends. I've written my "last" story and I'm about to post my "last" journal for the final time. Leading up to all this was difficult, but oddly enough I haven't cried nearly as much as I thought I would. Thinking about posting my final story or journal has been strange to think about. Deviantart is the only site I currently use, so if I do return at some point in the future, then you guys know where to find me :heart: But, I'm truly at peace with my decision and moving on.

:star: I've already gotten some "goodbye" comments, but if you haven't yet said goodbye to me and you wish to, then please do so under this journal. I will check and reply to comments for maybe up to a week after I post this, so again, please comment ASAP if you wish to do so. Also, say all that you'd like in your original comment and keep replies to a minimum (once these 5-7 days or so come up and I stop checking, I don't want to leave anyone hanging for a reply). I anticipate getting a bunch of comments so please keep in mind that I'll look to keep things short whenever I reply back to you. I'm going to try and keep things as short as possible because otherwise I'll be typing up another story just in comments :lol: I also politely ask that you leave a comment here and not in note-form, just to make it easier on me to see and reply to comments all together :star:

Saying goodbye is always difficult, and this is where the tears start to fall. I wanted to write this journal because I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye :hug: With saying that, thank you to everyone for reading my stories (as well as this lengthy journal ;p) and for allowing me to be goofy, silly, and random with stories over this past decade. I'm thankful for the friends I've made and for chatting with so many sweet and caring people. There's always a chance I'll return one day, but again, I don't anticipate that happening. I hope you enjoyed reading about my OC's and myself interacting and getting into random adventures just as much as I enjoyed writing them. After all these years it's hard to believe they're made-up characters because they feel like real friends that we all actually know (though I guess in a way, they are real ;)). Thank you for caring and being so supportive of me and my family for so long. I've always enjoyed reading your comments on my stories and journals, and I'm thankful for all of that. For those that do, thank you for considering me as "one of the best" within the expansion community. It was an honor being a leader for this community and welcoming others into it for so many years. All of you will always hold a special place in my heart, and I'll never forget you guys. Thank you for letting me into your life, and I hope that I was able to impact you in a positive, heartfelt way. I love you all! :tighthug: :highfive: :heart:




Thanks for reading!
- Janelle

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Hello, all. This will be my "goodbye" journal, so it'll likely be fairly lengthy to read. Some of you have already said goodbye to me, which is fine, but if you haven't yet then leaving your goodbye comment below this journal would be wonderful :)

Anyway, I'll do my best to keep this somewhat brief, but there will be a lot of reflection (so you may need to read this in multiple sittings). I just wanted to remind everyone that I will look to reply to comments for up to maybe 5-7 days or so after this journal is posted, but that's it. So if you want to say goodbye and expect a reply back then please do that ASAP. I'll also ask to keep replies short, like if you comment and I reply, reply once more if you wish but try not to get into a huge discussion because once those days are up, I won't log on to check and I don't want to leave anyone hanging and waiting for a reply and such. That make sense? So please, say what you'd like in your original comment and keep the replies to a minimum so that when the time comes you would've said what you wanted to :)

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Wow though, a whole decade. If you told me that when I first started writing I would've laughed. It's hard to believe how fast the time flies and the stories really do add up over time. I've seen a lot of people come and go and for me to have still been here for a whole decade is very cool, but also kinda odd.

I really don't like my older stories, and I've said so on many occasions :lol: I feel they got better after I switched my formatting style up around 2010/2011ish. For me, that's around the time I viewed them as "actually good". With the formatting, I've had people over the years tell me that once they opened up the story they already KNEW it was written by me because of the style and such. I thought that was pretty neat :)

How long it took me to write and post a story

I'm not sure if I've mentioned this in a journal before or not, but I'll tell you how long it took me. I've always had ideas bouncing around in my head so I feel that I can say with full confidence that in the whole decade of writing, I've never had writer's block. I seriously cannot remember the last time that I couldn't think of what to write, I always had something I wanted to write about.

There's the actual writing part which maybe took 3-10 hours of sitting down typing, proofreading/editing, uploading on DA, writing up "artists comments" underneath, adding tags, then submitting to groups. So, the "average" length story for me took maybe 8+ hours? It's a rough guess, but it probably took more. I always put so much thought into the dialogue and the character interaction, and that's what I pride my stories on. Everything I write is on the spot, so unless I thought ahead and had a great one-liner for Kylie to use, for example, then everything was written then and there. As I wrote, I essentially saw the story unfold in my mind and wrote it down. So really, it's like 95% on the spot and improvised. As a matter of fact, a lot of the random and silly stuff you've read have been improvised on the spot and added in. "Hmmm, what would be something goofy I could have Kylie do? Oh, I know!" and then I'd write that in and things would unfold. Then a "reaction" to what Kylie did, for example, that'd take me towards a direction and there'd be a reaction to that. So really, stories just branched off into different parts while I wrote. It makes me laugh thinking about this, but for soooo many of my stories, I had a rough idea of how I wanted it to end, but after having my OC's do something (or if Kylie got involved) then the story would branch off and end in a completely different way than I was thinking it would. Improvising :) It really was a journey to go from beginning to end because even I didn't know how things would progress and how the story would end. So really, while you're reading it your guess is as good as mine :lol: That relates to another thing about my stories, and that's predictability. For me, I feel my stories weren't too predictable. Sure, you knew someone would swell up in some way (if I didn't give away a hint in the title), and with the dialogue and interactions and such, it was pretty much a free-for-all as to who'd swell up. However, a bunch of my stories take place at someone's house so the setting, I kept it somewhat familiar. But just when I thought I may have had a couple stories take place at someone's house, I'd switch it up and do something different. To sum up my point, I feel that as a reader, you didn't always know what was about to happen when you opened up a story of mine, and just when you might think you do, I switched things up on you and surprised you in some way. I either switch up the setting, who swells up and how many do, or I do something different with the expansions (like with one of my FAVORITE stories, Busty Berry). You're probably thinking of the traditional blueberry expansion, buuuuuuuuut I added a twist to it instead ;p

Got a tad sidetracked there, but it does relate to how long it took me to write stories. Just when I thought I'd be about finished, I'd write more and more. Or just when I thought I'd see how things were going, I'd get an idea and everything would be thrown into a new direction and I'd keep going with it. Really, my OC's were what drove my stories. As I wrote, everything literally hinged on what they'd do. But I liked that because the stories were based on what they did, or what I could see them doing. So even for me while writing, I wasn't sure what would happen with 100% certainty. Honestly it was more like 20% having an idea of what I'd want to have happen and what I'd have "planned" to happen, with the other 80% being up to them and how the story progressed. I just put soooo much thought into everything I wrote, and with the "unknown" of my OC's (especially with Kylie), I never truly knew what to expect. So, my stories probably took at least 8 hours or so, but that's just for the "average-length" ones. For the last few stories I've written they've been pretty darn long, and those took FOREVER to write. I'd spend weeks on them and whenever I could, I'd pick up where I left off at. That in itself could be difficult trying to continue where you last saved the story and hope that you can recapture the flow. I got used to doing that over the years so that wasn't really hard for me to do. As you can probably see, and really the timing of that is just a guess, but it takes me quite a while to write stories and post them, and that's one of the reasons I feel it's time for me to go. I've been writing for a decade, and it's taken a lot out of me. I've still got more left in the tank, but at the same time I've already "moved on" in my mind and I want to spend time doing other things, like spend more time with my family instead of thinking about expansions and my OC's and putting that energy into writing them, etc.

An interesting thought about my OC's

It didn't occur to me until a few years ago when someone pointed out that OC's generally resemble the creator's personality in some way. That was really fascinating to me, and so I remember thinking about it. At the time I created them I just gave them different personalities and such, but I could definitely see where that'd be true.

Sabrina: sexy, flirty, clever, relaxed
Kylie: goofy, VERY random, fun, crazy, easy-going
Pandora: curious, intelligent, naive, fit/active, diplomatic
Clara: motherly, caring, passionate, innocent
Katrina: intelligent, scientific, meticulous

I realized each of my OC's represent characteristics of myself in some way. Sabrina is like my sensual/clever side, Kylie is my goofy/random/silly side, Pandora (well, since she's an alien) represents my curiosity for knowledge/fitness/intelligence/diplomatic nature, Clara is essentially my motherly side that loves and cares for others, and Katrina is my intelligent/scientific side. All of these make them unique in their own way and helps them stand out from the others. If you've read my stories for at least a little while, you've likely noticed these things about my OC's. Like if Kylie was in a story, chances are you probably began to think, "Hmmm, what crazy thing is she gonna say or do next?" Perhaps interestingly enough, Pandora seemed to act as like the voice of reason in some cases (interesting because she's not from Earth and is still studying how humans interact and such). She's an alien that knows lots of things about Earth and Earthlings, but at the same time she's constantly learning whatever she can (and as you may have noticed, Kylie messes with her and teaches her wrong things on purpose :lol:). In all, they were a crazy blend of organized chaos (for the most part). Most of the time things took a turn but I kept things from getting too crazy ;p

Character interaction and dialogue

I touched upon this a little already, but I really do feel it needs its own little category. I really prided myself on this and it's what I really enjoyed about writing, other than for the expansions, of course. Most of the reason stories took me a while to write was because I was busy thinking about what to have characters say, make sure that it sounds like something they'd actually say, and then have it flow and make sense within the story. When having five OC's in a story, that can be very tricky, believe me. But after a bunch of practice, I got used to it. This'll probably make me sound crazy, but while I wrote I literally imagined my OC's interacting in my head and just wrote down what I envisioned. Again, lots of stuff was pretty much improvised, but at the same time it felt like a steady-flowing back and forth between characters. I loved throwing in jokes, having OC's bicker with one another, and all that good stuff. Even after all these years of expanding, everyone is still great friends! :lmao:

My fans, and "internet celebrity" status

First off, I wouldn't have written for a decade if I didn't have such great people support my writing and actually get excited to read my stories. I started out just looking to "give it a shot", and I did NOT expect to write for ten years (ew, I feel old :P). I've had people ask me over the years something like, "So how does it feel to be a celebrity?" If you've asked that, I may have replied back with either :lol: or :lmao: included within it, just because I never saw myself as a "celebrity". In fact, it really wasn't until a few years ago (two or three?) when one day I was like, "Wow, there's thousands of people out there that have read my stories!" Add in that I managed to get 700,000 pageviews not too long ago, and I was really blown away. Like, I never even thought about how many people have read my stories. I did a quick Google search and it says there are 195 countries. I divided my pageviews by the number of countries and hypothetically, about 4,000 people from every country in the world has viewed my profile. Obviously not everyone in every country has access to the internet (or have even been introduced to expansion/DA), but just to think of that hypothetical was really, really cool. As I type this, I have 2,807,463 story views, and as a writer, that's pretty darn cool, too :)

"How does it feel to be one of the best, if not the best expansion writer in history?" Every time I had that question asked, or something similar mentioned in a comment or note, I wasn't really sure how to view that as. It's quite an honor to even be considered "the best", that of which I truly am grateful, but at the same time I always viewed that as other people's opinions. So, if they thought I was "the best" or "one of the best", then great. If not, that's cool too. Everyone has their own opinion so I never let it bother me. It really is an honor to even be considered in that, and something I never thought would happen when I first started writing. To see so many people feel that way really warms my heart :heart:

How to "read" my stories

You may wonder what the heck I mean by that headline :lol: "How to read" in how to look at my stories one by one. I've had people ask, "Well, how did your characters return to their normal size? Your last story had them swell up as a big as a house!" The simplest answer I can give is that my stories do not have any continuation with one another, unless they're a multi-part story or a mini series. So unless it's either of those, each story is essentially its own randomness. Now some stuff does carry over to others like character interaction and character development; in a few stories I've referenced things that happened in past stories I wrote. But those are pretty much it since they don't effect the main plot, generally speaking. I always thought of my stories as like a sitcom. Each "episode" (story) has something different happening and the characters swell up in whatever way and other than for some character progression, things are pretty much kept the same. Really, they're like random adventures. And each one, their expansion resets and it's on to the next one :lol: So hopefully that cleared that up if you were wondering. With the amount of stories I wrote, acknowledging every time that my characters returned to normal would've been tiring :lol: In some stories my OC's/me returned to our normal size, but that was clearly stated in them so that you knew. Each story, unless it's a series and such, is its own entity. I also wanted to make you think. My stories aren't just "someone expands, the end". Nope. You can look at them that way if you wish, but there's more to them. Character interactions, descriptions, jokes/humor, references, and ideas and concepts that can make you think. There's some stories that are short and to the point, so they pretty much are focused on the expansion. For others though, I focused on the expansions as well as other stuff going on that may not have been as easily noticeable. I wanted to get you thinking, and if you pay attention when reading, then you may pick up on some hidden jokes and references.

Regrets

Wasn't sure if I wanted to do this category, but I feel it's important in letting everyone know that things don't always go as planned, even for someone that's "one of the best" writers. Good life lesson. Anyway, I do have some regrets, and these aren't in any specific order. If I'm being honest (which I've always been with you guys) then I'd have to say probably my biggest regret is how much time I've really spent either writing or just being on DA. I really do enjoy all the stories I've written and interacting with you guys, but at the same time I wish I hadn't spent as much time doing that. Ten years is like a mini eternity :lol::lmao: Between the hours writing, editing, posting stories, to the countless hours logging on and checking messages and then replying....that's a lot of time. I logged on 3-5 times a week on average I'd say, and each time I'd spend an hour or two replying to people, or searching for artwork and stories by others. Writing-up journals took a bit of time as well (especially this one! :lol:). So really, I spent a good 6-8 hours a week on DA at least, and that's just taking a minimal estimate. Factor in writing a story and that could bump things closer to 14+ish hours (if I'm really being serious). Now, I didn't write a story every week, and some weeks I didn't log on as much as others, but taking just a hypothetical estimate, add up all those hours and times that by 52 weeks, then times that by a decade. 8 hours per week x 52 weeks = 416 hours. 416 hours per year x 10 years = 4,160 hours. 4,160 hours / 24 hours = 173.3 days spent on Deviantart. Factor in all the stories I wrote, and really trying to take a good guess at it, then I've spent a good 300 full days of my life either writing, editing, replying to comments/notes, or typing up journals. So really, I've spent roughly 300 days of my life doing all that stuff. Almost a full year, and the scary thing is that it could likely be even more than that. Literally, a full year of my life, 365 days, spent writing and replying. All that time added up. The topping on the cake? I did it all because I wanted to, all for free. Didn't make a single penny. This paragraph may seem like I'm angry about it, but I'm not. I'm perfectly okay with all the time I spent on here and with writing. Though at the same time I wish I hadn't spent as much time. So, let that be a lesson to each of you, or just for writers or artists as a general reminder: be careful of how much time you're really spending doing this. If you enjoy it then great. But, if like me, you began to wonder how much time and if it doesn't make you feel good about truly how much time you're spending, perhaps cut down on the work or move on. And that's what I'm doing. Moving on.

More regrets I have are not getting around to writing certain story ideas I've had. I've been fortunate enough to have so many ideas bouncing around in my head all the time and all I had to do was literally just pick one and start writing. Sometimes the "picking" part was the hardest. In my final story, Whitney Wonka And The Chocolate Factory, I ended up combining a few ideas because I wanted to at least get them into a story. Because really, that story itself had some sub-plot ideas that I had planned for a good 3-4 stories, easily. I could've even made a couple short series with the ideas. But, at least I was able to kinda get those in. I've always wanted to have all of us visit Pandora's (OC) home planet, and all the possibilities that could've brought. I love sci-fi stuff and that would've allowed me to get sciency and futuristic, in ways. Plus, with all the females on her home planet being able to alter their bodies (in certain ways ;p), I wanted to include Brad in the story and have him make jokes about not wanting to leave :lol: That would've been really fun from a science and thought-provoking standpoint, but also for comedy. Another one was where I wanted to kind of "re-write" Willy Wonka but have Violet's mom turn into the blueberry instead. Never got around to that and that's a big regret for me, sadly. I could go on about the ideas I still have, but I just wanted to show that I do still have ideas, and really, not everything goes as planned for people.

My impact on the expansion community

It's hard to believe I've had such an impact on people. I can't say how many times I've been told that I've been an inspiration for someone to write, become artists, or just get into this kind of fetish. Simply inspiring someone is such a great feeling but to do that for a bunch of people is something that's very cool. I never thought I'd be the one to do that, but since I've been around forever it seems, I guess it could make sense :lol: I've gotten comments from people that remember a story of mine being the first they read about expansion and that's what hooked them, I've had people say they remember when they first started watching me years ago, and all that is really fun to hear. I remember I started writing just for the heck of doing so, and I didn't know it'd turn into what I have on here today. Having the amount of pageviews I have as an expansion writer is kinda surprising because expansion can be a very specific thing and hard to find, but even as a writer in general, that many views is surprising (you generally see artists being the ones with tons of views). I've always felt that writing needed a certain creativity to be effective, because you have to describe things so that the reader can visualize what is happening. Whereas for artists, you can draw-up something and there's a clear visual. Not to knock artists because there's a lot of tremendous ones out there. Just in my personal opinion, I've felt literature has been cast aside in ways that it wasn't years ago. Society as a whole doesn't seem to have the patience to read like it used to. People have smaller attention spans, so it makes sense that people would rather look at a drawing for ten seconds as opposed to siting down and reading a story for fifteen minutes or more. Makes sense, right? So, I tried to get people interested in reading and show that reading can be just as much fun. I've always viewed it as this: with drawing, you're limited to what you can fit on a piece of paper or computer screen (unless you draw a multi-part comic) whereas with writing, there really is no limitation. You can write a story that goes on forever and all you have to do is keep scrolling down to read it. I guess the point I'm trying to make is that reading can be lots of fun and get you thinking, and that's what I wanted to do with expansion. To have such an impact on a large group of people is something I'll never forget. It's truly remarkable to have so many people genuinely care, and I really thank you for that.

How I'd like to be remembered

I'd like to be remembered for my honesty, friendliness, and my devotion to expansion. I spent a good part of my life just writing for you guys. All for free, too. I haven't made a single penny on anything. I guess if you can make money from expansion (which you really can), then do it. But for me, I never thought about money. I thought about writing about my OC's (and myself) and just having fun, goofy adventures. Money never came to mind as an option.

Another thing I'm proud of is that I haven't changed. After a decade, I'm still the same person. Wiser and older, but I'm still the same. I've treated everyone with respect and haven't looked down on anyone. And that's another thing, in that I've been fair to everyone. I didn't get the ego of, "Ooo, I'm a big fancy known writer, I'm better than all of you!" I never got that, never felt that. That's not who I am. I'm sure you've seen how nice and friendly I am in all the times that I've replied back to you guys. Most writers and artists don't take the time to reply back to their readers/watchers and that is something that really annoys me. People support you (maybe even pay for your stories/artwork), some even look up to you most likely, yet you never acknowledge them, never reply back, don't treat them like people, and don't even at the very least reply back to say "thank you" on a comment? Seriously? That stuff irritates me. Now that's just my opinion and everyone out there can do as they please. However, for me, I never ignored my readers. I always acknowledged people whenever I could, and for those that have commented on anything of mine, even just once, there's like a 99.9% chance I've replied to you in some fashion to thank you, answer a question you had on something, or whatever. The few times I didn't reply was either spam, different language, or if I felt your comment was creepy and didn't know how or if I even wanted to reply to it. Very few times that's happened where I haven't replied, though. And again, not that writers or artists need to reply to everything like I did, but I just wanted to take the time to show I cared for each and every one of you, and that I viewed you as equal. Sure, I'm a writer that lots of people seem to know about, but that doesn't make me any different than anyone else.

I'm sure you all remember the "popular" kids in high school, right? Well years ago, that was Brad and I. Everyone knew me, and I knew everyone. However, I wasn't mean, rude, or ignored anyone. We both acknowledged everyone in school regardless if they were deemed "popular" or not. I treated everyone the same. No rumors or gossip floated around while Brad and I dated, and there was no "drama". Know why? Other than being genuinely nice people, we treated everyone the same with respect. We had lots of fun, and we had friends all over the place. As a matter of fact, we still know just about everyone from when we were in school. As for the others that were mean to people and all that, they aren't friends with people they used to be friends with (from what I've been told). And really, if someone was mean or rude, then Brad and I didn't want anything to do with them. We cut that negativity out. So really, I think that's what got me into being the person I am today. I've always been friendly, welcoming, and caring. That's why sometimes in a journal or in a comment I'd welcome those that were either new readers or people that never commented to comment on my stories or journals, and that's because I wanted everyone to feel welcome. I wanted all of you to see that I'm approachable and that I'm not mean, rude, or that I'd ignore you with a "big shot" attitude. Because that stuff isn't me at all and never has been, same goes with Brad. We even had teachers say that we were good role models for others, and that was back when we were 17/18 years old. As I write this journal I'm still only 30 (though I'll be 31 soon - ew, I'm feeling old now :lol:) but it also shows how mature we both were at such a young age. Follow that decade back when I started on DA and I started writing at like 20/21 or so (wow, time flies!). I'm not sure if I shared that story with you guys about my (or our) high school years, but I wanted to show that the person you've talked to (me) has always been the same person as back then. Because people do change, and "internet fame" can definitely change people. But for me, I'm still the same :) :tighthug:

I'll try to make this as quick of a paragraph as I can, but with my "internet fame", I never pushed any political views on you guys like others have or may have. Not that I'm a political junkie, but you hear about celebrities saying this or that (especially over the past few years), whereas I don't believe I've ever done that. If I did I feel like I'd remember, but I'm pretty confident I never have. I avoided that stuff because 1) we talk about expansion-related stuff, since that's the whole point of me writing 2) you guys can think for yourselves, develop your own opinions 3) I didn't want to use any influence I may have to change how you think and 4) I didn't want people to read or not read my stories solely based on politics (because that's how people think these days). I never wanted to use any influence I may have to change you in any way, because that's not who I am. And really, in my ten years on DA and talking to you guys, I truly believe that nobody can make a knowledgeable guess on which political party I affiliate myself with. Don't bother making any guesses because I won't tell you. You know why? Because the point of this paragraph is to show that you can think for yourself and that my political opinions (or really, any celebrities' opinions) shouldn't effect the way you think.

I'd also like to be remembered as someone who did what they wanted (in this case write what I wanted, while at the same time trying to include you guys in whenever I could). I'd get a really great idea for a story based around a certain expansion I thought would work best for it, but if I realized I hadn't written about another expansion for a little while, then I'd look to include that in too. This could also be shown in my blueberry stories, because I'd include A LOT of different expansions. I know that not everyone enjoys blueberry expansion, so by including other expansions within it, it could appeal to people more because there was bound to be something in there that you liked. I also wasn't afraid to try new things. Like with Kylie, Sabrina, And The Transformation Ray: Part 1 and Kylie, Sabrina, And The Transformation Ray: Part 2, I tried quite a bit of new things that I had never written before. That whole story was an absolute blast to write. I even wish I had tried those things sooner (because I would've written them more) but it never really came up. It's kinda funny too because I've had people say I introduced them to these random fetishes they never knew they had :lmao: Like the honey expansion, or even foot expansion (which I started including a few years ago, mainly with blueberry expansion). I enjoyed trying things when I did, and I really enjoyed all the randomness :)

I'll make this paragraph quick, but I felt my stories got better and better with each one (I've always preferred my more-recent stuff than my old stories). Being that this is it for me on here, I feel like my last handful of stories were really, really good. And that's not me sounding boastful, I just feel like they were fun, thought-provoking, very lengthy stories that took quite a while to write, interesting, and very random. For me, I felt they were each instant home runs. In my mind, I'm "going out on top" in that I know I gave it my all and that I really feel it was quality work.

:heart: Thank you :heart:

I wanted to end off by saying thank you to everyone. I've spoken with some very sweet people, made some friends on here, and have enjoyed my time over the past decade. Making it a full ten years was something I never thought I'd reach, but I did it. If I didn't have such amazing people read my stories and enjoy them as much as they have, I wouldn't have written for all these years. Thank you for caring so much to read my stories, drop comments, wish me happy birthday over the years, and even check in on how my family and I are doing. It means so much that you guys cared enough to do all that, and I hope I was able to return the favor to all of you by writing for all these years and replying back whenever I could. I never looked down or ignored you guys, and I felt like I was like a motherly figure, in a way. I cared, I helped, and I feel like I brought positive vibes to an online world that can be rather harsh. With every story I relayed what I imagined in my mind so that you could picture it in yours. I added jokes and humor to try and bring at least a smile to your face if you were feeling down, but also some thought-provoking stories that made you think and imagine the what-ifs that could happen, get you interested in expansion even more, or just give you something to read if you were bored. After a handful of years it became apparent that I could be seen as like a role model for some people, and I wanted to live up to that for those that may have seen me as one. Other than being older and wiser, I'm still the same person as when I first started writing ten years ago. My stories will be left up so that you can read them whenever you wish to (just remember that I won't be replying to comments since I'm leaving). To touch upon that a little more, I've been asked, "Will you return?" My answer to that is no, and maybe. There will always be a chance I'll return in the future, whether it's a few years or more. But being truthful, I truly don't intend on returning to writing. Deep down I want to write forever, but at the same time I feel it's taken a lot of my time and I want to spend that time doing other things in my life. Leave me on your watch list if you wish, but I'm not promising I'll ever write a story, or post another journal again. I want to be clear with that, because I don't want to get anyone's hopes up, including mine.

I suppose this is it, my friends. I've written my "last" story and I'm about to post my "last" journal for the final time. Leading up to all this was difficult, but oddly enough I haven't cried nearly as much as I thought I would. Thinking about posting my final story or journal has been strange to think about. Deviantart is the only site I currently use, so if I do return at some point in the future, then you guys know where to find me :heart: But, I'm truly at peace with my decision and moving on.

:star: I've already gotten some "goodbye" comments, but if you haven't yet said goodbye to me and you wish to, then please do so under this journal. I will check and reply to comments for maybe up to a week after I post this, so again, please comment ASAP if you wish to do so. Also, say all that you'd like in your original comment and keep replies to a minimum (once these 5-7 days or so come up and I stop checking, I don't want to leave anyone hanging for a reply). I anticipate getting a bunch of comments so please keep in mind that I'll look to keep things short whenever I reply back to you. I'm going to try and keep things as short as possible because otherwise I'll be typing up another story just in comments :lol: I also politely ask that you leave a comment here and not in note-form, just to make it easier on me to see and reply to comments all together :star:

Saying goodbye is always difficult, and this is where the tears start to fall. I wanted to write this journal because I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye :hug: With saying that, thank you to everyone for reading my stories (as well as this lengthy journal ;p) and for allowing me to be goofy, silly, and random with stories over this past decade. I'm thankful for the friends I've made and for chatting with so many sweet and caring people. There's always a chance I'll return one day, but again, I don't anticipate that happening. I hope you enjoyed reading about my OC's and myself interacting and getting into random adventures just as much as I enjoyed writing them. After all these years it's hard to believe they're made-up characters because they feel like real friends that we all actually know (though I guess in a way, they are real ;)). Thank you for caring and being so supportive of me and my family for so long. I've always enjoyed reading your comments on my stories and journals, and I'm thankful for all of that. For those that do, thank you for considering me as "one of the best" within the expansion community. It was an honor being a leader for this community and welcoming others into it for so many years. All of you will always hold a special place in my heart, and I'll never forget you guys. Thank you for letting me into your life, and I hope that I was able to impact you in a positive, heartfelt way. I love you all! :tighthug: :highfive: :heart:




Thanks for reading!
- Janelle
Hi, all! :) Hard to believe, but I just posted my final story. I wanted to send one last story post reminder with this journal, while also reminding you that I plan on writing a "goodbye" journal sometime soon, so please save your goodbyes and such for that journal :)

I had a lot of fun writing this one. Blueberry expansion means a lot to me so it was only fitting for my final story. I've planned on writing about blueberry expansion for my final one, so I'm glad I was able to do that. It's also my second-longest single story, which I thought was neat :)

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy my take on the chocolate factory and enjoy the read on my final story. I'll post my final journal soon, so that'll be the next/final post you likely see from me. It's been an amazing ride and I love you all!

Thanks for reading! :tighthug: :heart:

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Whitney Wonka And The Chocolate Factory




“And over this way, we have the fruit replicator,” Whitney Wonka gestured to a large machine. All throughout the tour she talked highly of the factory, as well as her father Willy's life's work in developing various candies and machines that mass-produced them to be sold around the world. Business was better than ever at the factory. Once the candy was produced, it had to quickly be packaged and shipped off to meet order demands.

Kylie, as usual, didn't pay much attention to what was being said. Instead, her eyes darted around the factory at all the lights on the machines and the flashing buttons. She really wanted to wreck havoc and push random buttons just to see what they did, but she was able to keep herself from messing with anything during the tour. That is, until she got sight of a tall and large rectangular contraption.

“I dare you. Take a piece,” she nudged Sabrina.

“How about you take a piece?” Sabrina gave Kylie a little look. “If you're so interested in it, then you try it.”

Kylie sighed and rolled her eyes, and then waved us over, “Hey, c'mon, everyone take a piece with me.”

“Kylie, we don't even know what that candy is,” I replied.

She picked up a piece and held it to her nose, “Hmmm, doesn't smell like anything. Oooo, maybe it's that blueberry gum! You know, the one that got them in trouble a while ago?”

“The one that turned the girls into blueberries? I don't think so,” Katrina scoffed. “You chew it, though.”

Acting like the devil on our shoulders, Kylie scooped up enough pieces and held them out in her hand for us, “C'mon, take one. You don't think they'd just leave something like that out for us, do you? Plus, that stuff was years ago. They'd get in a ton of trouble again and they probably fixed it. I mean, the first one happened in the '70s? The second was like fifteen years ago or something. They had to have fixed it. Plus, if we want candy you'll have to pay a fortune at the candy shop near the front entrance! Have you seen those prices?”

She did have a point. Surely they had fixed that issue with the blueberry stuff already, and it would be nice to try something. I still wasn't sure how I felt about this, but maybe these were free samples that Whitney forgot to give out?

I grabbed a piece and popped it into my mouth, “If we get in trouble because of this, then the blame is all on you, Kylie.”

“Janelle, chill out,” Kylie held her hand out for the others. Sabrina, Pandora, Clara, and Katrina all grabbed a piece and Kylie put the final piece left into her mouth. I wasn't sure what to expect. I remember reading about the blueberry instances where it was said they tasted different foods while chewing the gum, but that didn't sound right. For me, I wasn't tasting anything at all after a minute of chewing.

“Anyone else not tasting anything?” I asked.

“You are not the only one,” Pandora replied. “I detect no flavor in what Earthling's refer to this as 'gum'.”

Clara chewed, “Hmmmmmm, nope! Not tasting anything!”

“They're probably nothing after all,” Katrina asserted. “Gum with no taste? No wonder it was just laying out. Who would want this?”

I was about to spit it out but I began to taste a faint hint of blueberries. At first it wasn't much, but the taste grew stronger. I perked up and looked around at the others as we huddled in a circle, and I could tell they were tasting it too.

“Ooooooo, here it comes!” Kylie said. “Told ya! Did I tell you? Because I told ya.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sabrina gave a slight eye roll. “The blueberries taste good, I'll give you that.”

I looked around the circle and saw that my friends' faces now looked a little....strange. It was subtle at first which made me blink a few times to adjust my eyes, but on each of their noses was a blue spot that gradually spread. Clara pointed, “Kylie, your nose!”

Kylie tried wiping the blue off with her finger, “W-w-wait, you don't think....”

“Damnit, Kylie!” Sabrina yelled as she chewed the gum. She tried spitting it out but for some reason she couldn't. “I....I can't get it out of my mouth!”

“Haha, that's what she said,” Kylie chuckled.

“Kylie, act serious here!” Katrina ordered. She too tried to spit the gum out, as well as myself and the others, but we all came to the same conclusion. Whatever was inside the gum was addicting. For whatever reason, we just couldn't discard the gum. We continued chewing while juice quickly ran down our throats.

Pandora still wasn't sure what all this meant. I mean, she was an alien that had learned quite a lot about the Earth and about historical events she had studied, but even then, the past history of this candy factory wasn't something I would've expected her to have learned about. Her leafy green skin flourished under the lighting coming down from the ceiling, but the blue on her nose spread around her face. She still looked a bit puzzled as she chewed the gum, her head now blue while the rest of her body was green still, which was something I definitely wasn't used to seeing. She looked around, “So....blueberries?”

“Yes, Pandora,” I sighed. “It seems we're going to turn into blueberries.”

“And it's all Kylie's fault,” Sabrina glared.

“STOP BLAMING ME!” she shot back. “For all we know the blue will stop and nothing will happen!”

“Aha! Look what we have here!” Whitney Wonka walked over to our circle while the rest of the people on the tour followed behind her. “Hmmmm, seems a bunch of friends couldn’t help themselves, huh?”

“Yes, we're sorry,” Clara replied with a shy smile. “Can you help us?”

“Hmmm,” Whitney tapped her chin. “I would if I could, but I can't at this stage. The gum's addicting, huh? I'll help you once each of you swell up nice and big. You'll have to just sit back for the ride until then.”

“Babe?” Brad pushed his way to the front and he looked shocked to see that I, along with the others, were now completely blue. “Are you....okay?”

“I'm fine, sweetie. But I do feel kinda funny....”

He looked down and pointed, “Y-y-you're stomach....”

I looked down. My stomach gurgled and had expanded slightly over the waistband of my shorts. I looked past my stomach and saw my blue legs for the first time, which made me feel as if I fell into a pool of blue paint.

“Holy fuckin' fuck!” Kylie watched her belly push over her shorts. “What the shit? You STILL haven't figured out how to fix this gum!?”

“Oh, we have. Believe me,” Wonka slowly strode around our circle and watched us. “There's always somebody on my tours that tries the gum to be cool in front of their friends, dare their friends into trying it, or just to see if we fixed the gum so they won't turn into blueberries like the two stories you've heard a bunch of times, I'm sure. I'm guessing all of you fit all those reasons?”

We glanced around at each other but nobody said anything.

“Oh, and just so you all know, there's been more than just those two stories. You know, the one in the '70s and then the one not too long ago?” Whitney began to take on more of a darker tone. “Those stories were made public just because of a few reporters that stuck their noses where they shouldn't have. Since my father gave me the factory in 2008, we've had hundreds of tours, each one having at least one person try the gum. Heard any stories about those?”

“Uhh....no?” I said.

“Exactly. It helps to own the media companies in this town.”

I gave her a look, “Wait. You....”

“Yup, that's right, sweetheart,” she eyed my expanding belly. “What did you think? I make so much money, I can afford to spend the hundreds of millions of dollars to buy out these news channels and papers in town. Why not? Though there's only one I don't currently own, but I have agreements in place with every reporter on their payroll until I can send my henchmen to 'convince' the owner into selling. There will be no slander or any leaks coming out about what we do here, especially after what'll happen to the six of you here today. Speaking of which, I've never had SIX try it in one tour. New record!”

“Holy shit, you're insane!” Kylie blurted out.

“Yeah, she's right!” Sabrina joined in. “We say Kylie's crazy all the time but you take it to a whole new level! Just wait until all these people on the tour spill the beans about this tour today!”

“Oh, honey, you still haven't figured it out yet, have you?” Wonka giggled. “You're on a media tour! Look around. There's Rodger Lewis from the Tribune, Kirk Dunlop from Channel 8, Susan Green from Channel 5, Kim Sawyer from the Daily Times, Nick Gentry from The Post....need I say more? Keep dreamin', but they won't be saying a word about this.”

“Oh, shit,” I mumbled. My belly drooped over my waistband and made it look like I had gained a fair amount of weight in such a short time. The others looked similar to me, however Sabrina's belly hadn't even grown at all. Whitney noticed this as well.

Walking around the circle and up to Sabrina, Wonka eyed Sabrina's boobs, “Ah, quite the top-heavy woman, hmmm?”

Sabrina was wearing a rather revealing shirt, as she always did. She left the top two buttons undone to show off her gorgeous cleavage. Whitney eyed Sabrina's blue cleavage with a grin, watching it slowly grow, “Hmmmm, you an F-cup? G?”

“G,” Sabrina replied, her arms by her sides.

Whitney nodded her head and watched Sabrina's breasts slowly puff up, “You know, normally it's the belly, the hips, and THEN the boobs that grow. For you, the juice went straight to your tits! Doesn't surprise me though, I mean just look at those massive jugs! I bet you have all the guys drooling over those....”

Seeing that I now realized we were on a tour full of media people, I recognized a couple Whitney hadn't pointed out to us. There were fifteen of them, though I still found it a little hard to believe that EACH of them was involved in the media. Though I guess at this point, I didn't want to question Whitney because who knows what else she was capable of. But why were they here, and why were we on a tour with them?

Sabrina looked down at her breasts, which had easily grown another cup size larger. Her already-tight and revealing shirt pulled around them even more, exposing more of her sexy red bra underneath. She'd be perfectly okay if her boobs grew bigger and then stopped and that was all that happened to her, but she expected that more changes would happen to her body, especially just looking around and seeing what was already happening to the rest of us. Clara and Katrina's black robes pulled around their stomachs just as their hips began to widen, while Pandora's belly pushed over the waistband of her shorts, her athletic figure quickly becoming pudgier by the second.

*POP!*

The lone button Sabrina hadn't left undone popped off, and her shirt ended up ripping a little down the center. Her breasts looked tightly packed inside her shirt, her mass-amount of blue cleavage teasing everyone watching.

My hips widened and just like Pandora, my fit figure was quickly diminishing. I wasn't the fittest person in the world, but I ate healthy and I exercised to stay in the best shape that I could. However, with every second that passed, it seemed like all my hard work was looking more like a big waste of time.

*SHRIIIIIIP!*

Sabrina's shirt quickly ripped open and her boobs bounced inside her tight bra that looked a bit smaller than what her breasts truly needed at that point. I was surprised she even had a bra on today, because normally she went braless to show off her boobs even more. She shrugged off the remains of her shirt and stood in her bra while her breasts kept filling up with blueberry juice. Whitney seemed to be very interested in what was happening to Sabrina, because it wasn't the traditional way in which the gum worked. Her boobs were the only thing that grew so far, while the rest of her body remained unfazed by the juice.

“Wow, look at you! Those are really swelling up!” Wonka stared at Sabrina's juicy blue breasts. Juice began to leak down from underneath her bra and slowly trickle down her trim stomach. Blue circles formed on her bra around where her nipples were. “I've never seen this happen before!”

“Seen what?” Sabrina questioned.

“Well, your boobs. Like I said before, the juice doesn't normally go right to the chest area, it generally goes to the stomach where it builds up and then spreads out to the rest of the body.”

Sabrina stared into her cleavage where her boobs smushed together, squeezed inside her tightly-clenching bra. She had to admit the sight of her now-bigger boobs was quite the turn on. The blue skin she now had gave it a whole new aspect.

“I'm sure all of you are wondering why you were included on a media tour, yeah? One of you had to be wondering that, at least,” Whitney faced the reporters before turning back around to face us, looking into my eyes first. “Anyway, I knew at least one of you would try the gum, so you're essentially my little guinea pigs. Before every tour we change the gum in some way, though sometimes we keep it the same to see if it replicates the same results.”

“You experiment on people?” Katrina asked.

“Absolutely! You seem to be the brains for the group, so let's see if you're smart enough to figure out why I do that....”

Katrina thought for a moment and looked into Whitney's eyes, “You experiment on tours and with the media in your hand it allows you to use people as curious test subjects while also not having reporters snoop around and have that get out to the public. So you get free testers while keeping it all hush-hush.”

“Aha! Exactly! I'm proud of you!” Whitney nodded and gave a thumbs-up. “And if I need to, I call in a special task force of mine. I call them my 'Oompa Loompa Mafia'. Badass, right? They help take care of loose ends from time to time, if needed.”

I gave Wonka a look, with a clear image of the little orange men doing things you'd see in mobster movies, “Oompa Loompa Mafia?”

“Heh, yup! They're badass little dudes,” Wonka smiled proudly. “Nico, Rico, Paulie, Tony, Mark, and Bob. I can tell you their names because if you ever had to meet them then they're the last thing your eyes would see. Buuuuut, after telling you that, I don't think you'll make me send them after any of you....”

I had no idea Wonka was this crazy. Though anyone could see she had a very wealthy business, and wanted to make sure nothing happened to it. But really, this is the type of stuff you see in action or crime movies, not real life!

“Anyway, a little later in the month, this factory will get high praise from these fabulous people in the media. Stories will get picked up by larger networks, make national and worldwide news, and demand for candy will result in more than an extra $700 million in sales over the next four months, on top of what we already make. And then we wait and ride that wave of cash, then a little later in the year I invite more media people over, and we do it all again. More great publicity, more public interest, more money. Easy money.”

“So that's what all this is? A big money grab?” I asked.

“Duh, everything involves money. I have people working for national news outlets so getting stories out across the country is easy. Once one network writes about it, others follow suit because they don't want to be left out. They'll write articles about me giving free candy to kids, or making a sizable donation to charity, and that good publicity equals more interest and attention on the factory, resulting in more money. Just gotta time it right and ride that wave the first half of the year, put more good news articles up, ride the second wave for the last half of the year. Then repeat. Getting to experiment is great because everyone on the tour wants to try something. Not everyone turns into blueberries, though. We have other candy people sample and let us know what they think. Though the blueberry gum is my favorite to watch, lots of fun! This time around we altered the gum to see about making people into bigger blueberries! I can see from your friend's boobs over there, it seems it worked!”

Whitney laughed while she looked at Sabrina's comically tight bra. The red color of her bra stood out to the eye while wrapped around her dark blue breasts. Sabrina groaned a little while her bra squeezed her boobs, and the straps dug into her shoulders, “Oh, and don't worry. The rest of your boobs will grow, too. I just don't think they'll be as big as your friend over there. I have a feeling her tits will put on quite a show!”

*THWIIIIP!*

People in the crowd gasped while Sabrina's bra burst open, causing her massively swollen blue breasts to bounce forward and roll freely. Her boobs were now what could be considered an L-cup; she reached down and cupped her large breasts, her areola now a bit darker than her skin. Her nipples were also about two inches plump while juice leaked from them.

“Whoa, that was a sight to see!” Whitney exclaimed. “Very impressive. Oh, look! The juice finally made its way to a different part of your body!”

Sabrina looked down and shrieked as her hips began to widen. Her shorts pulled across her sides, and shortly after, her belly began to swell outward. Sabrina's beautifully trim and sexy figure was becoming more curvy, but also much more rounded than it previously was. She took great pride in looking fit and sexy, but with the weight being added to her body, her brain couldn't comprehend that she was developing a chubby belly.

“Fascinating!” Wonka observed. “It seems the transformation went the OPPOSITE way for you! Boobs, hips, then belly!”

Our bellies poked out from underneath our shirts, and our hips were a bit wider than normal. Although Katrina and Clara wore robes, you could clearly tell how much they had grown because their robes hugged their growing figures nice and snug.

“No no no no no!” Sabrina gasped as her bulging belly made itself known. She reached her hands down and pressed them against her fattening stomach. “I-I've never had a fat belly!”

“Well you do now,” Whitney winked.

Seeing that our bodies were following the opposite progression as Sabrina's interestingly enough, the top portion of our bodies began to show proof of growth. My cleavage began to puff up before my eyes, and it made me wonder how big my boobs would get. Obviously this was still very new for me to accept, but turning into a blueberry seemed like something unimaginable – not reality.

“Stop this now!” Kylie demanded with a wave of her fist.

“Yes, you must!” Sabrina's pleas began to sound more desperate. “I can't be seen like this!”

“You know I can't stop anything,” replied Ms. Wonka. “We'll just see how big you get and go from there. Though as long as you promise not to speak of this again, or try going public about this, then you will be juiced and will return back to your normal-ish size.”

“Normal-ish?” Clara asked.

“Well, with all the stretching your body will go through during the growth, your body will be a little more....plump in areas, from our observations. Hell, it's why my ass and feet are a little bigger than they should be!”

“You tried the gum on yourself?” I gave her a look.

“Of course! I had always wondered what it felt like, and my oh my was it amazing! Very pleasurable! The breast expansion is my favorite part!” Whitney giggled. “Getting the blue out of your skin may be a little tricky. When I tried it, I always used blueberry gum that didn't turn my skin blue, I just swelled up with the juice. But again, don't worry. As long as you cooperate, we'll do whatever we can to get you all back as close to normal as possible.”

*RIIIIIIP!*

Kylie's shirt ripped open and exposed her black bra clung tightly around her blue breasts. She cursed loudly when she shrugged her shirt off, her belly jiggling below. The twins' robes looked awkwardly tight around their widened figures, so in thinking ahead, Katrina quickly pulled the string around her waist, as well as her sister's, allowing their robes to open up. They both pulled their arms out to at least save their robes from being torn apart, and tossed them to the side. Clara stood in her pink bra and panties, while Katrina was wearing purple.

My shirt pulled into my body just above my belly where it had been pushed upwards. My bra squeezed my breasts underneath, and the straps were cutting painfully into my shoulders and around my back already. Once my shirt tore apart, I let out a sigh of relief. Brad stared at my big blue tits that were stuffed inside one of his favorite bras of mine, which was a red one he had gotten me a few months ago.

Pandora wasn't far behind, and her shirt had endured enough growth around her body. Her belly wobbled a little when the fabric tore and fell to the floor, and she pulled off the remains from around her arms. She was wearing a blue bra that was very similar to the blue of her skin, making her bra blend in well while squeezing around her boobs, “Err, Janelle? I may need to borrow a few more Earthling clothes of yours....”

I nodded and was going to reply, but I caught sight of my cleavage and was literally in awe. My breasts had to have been an F-cup or so. I had a modest cupsize to begin with, and Brad never complained (he loved caressing them whenever he could). With my blue cleavage staring back at me, I looked up and caught him staring at my cleavage with his eyes in a trance-like state.

*THWIIIIP!*

My bra snapped open and my boobs lunged free, bouncing out on top of my growing belly. I felt completely embarrassed now that I was topless in front of a large group of people, though at this point there was nothing I could really do. I turned my head to Sabrina who's breasts were easily in the lead in regards to how much growth they had experienced compared to the rest of us. I was in second place with the size of my breasts, but Sabrina was comfortably in first place by a longshot. I was surprised she hadn't fallen over yet, though with the rest of her body taking shape it seemed to help weigh her down and keep her balance, at least for the time-being.

With the area silent (and since no machines nearby were currently being used), the sound of gum chewing filled the air. While our bodies began taking a rounder shape, the sound of popping seams from our shorts could be heard.

*POOF!*

Kylie's bra burst open and her boobs rolled onto her belly. Since she was 5'2'', her growth looked very disproportionate. Her breasts were now larger than her head, while her belly made her look as if she were pregnant. In fact, all of us looked pregnant to some extent due to the size of our bellies. Whitney gladly observed our expansion and took mental notes, though from her facial expression nothing seemed different than what she was probably anticipating. For the first time since we met Wonka at the beginning of the tour, she had been completely silent for more than a minute straight.

*POOF!*

*SNIIIIIP!*

*SHRIIIIIIIF!*

Both Clara's and Katrina's bras finally gave up, while Pandora's shorts tore apart around her thick thighs and noticeably-more plump backside, exposing her matching blue panties. Pandora was the only one that still had her bra on, though her breasts were really testing the strength of it. With titflesh pouring out from all directions of the cups, her bra snapped moments after her shorts had left her body.

Each of us looked around at one another, secretly comparing each other's expanding bodies to our own. It was hard to comprehend just how massive Sabrina's breasts now were, especially when she cupped them in her small hands. Although I couldn't tell for certain, my lower half had grown the most so far among our group, with Pandora close behind. Since we all wore shorts, everyone was able to see how much bigger each other's thighs and ass were.

With my ass filling with juice, I could feel my shorts pull across my bum while seams popped here and there. My thick blue thighs pressed into one another, while the same could be said for the others. Like me, they each looked curvier than I was used to seeing. My shorts ripped up my thighs while a hole opened across the back, and only about five seconds after the hole had formed, my shorts were literally torn to shreds. I felt the remains slide down my legs and I stood there in my overstretched red panties.

Since we took the gum at the same time, it only made sense that we'd tear out of our clothes at roughly the same timeframe. Kylie's shorts ripped across her fat booty, while Sabrina's shorts put on quite the fight. Her ass swelled out from the back and pulled her shorts downward, also exposing a bit of her panties in the process. Desperately squeezed around her hips and thighs, as well as her round ass, Sabrina's shorts ripped all at once with blue flesh pouring out all over.

I did my best to get a view of my legs over my boobs which rested on top of my rounding belly. I held my blue leg out, feeling my thick thighs rub one another in the process. Bringing my leg back down, I reached both hands back to my ass. I was barely able to reach around due to my sides, but each of my butt cheeks felt like two large balloons, swelling inside my panties (which now acted as like a thong). Without even looking at him, I knew Brad was drooling over how big my ass had swollen up. However, his eyes weren't the only ones I felt on my body. Since we were all essentially test subjects, it only made sense that perhaps we were also being recorded for future reference.

While the others were looking down at themselves, or even at each other, I was the only one that looked up. Doing so caught the attention of Whitney, “Hmmm, looking for something? Cameras? Yes, smile because you're all on camera!”

Sabrina looked up at the ceiling, “Wait, you're recording us!?”

“Well, it's mostly for security purposes. But it's also for research purposes, hehe,” Wonka grinned. “It's also a way to keep people from blabbing about this ever happening, because if they did....well, let's just say certain photos, and perhaps quick video clips, would be released for people to see....”

“You're....blackmailing us!?” I shouted. “You can't do that! Also, if you did it would expose how you kept the blueberry gum to test people with it!”

“Oh, I can't?” Wonka continued her little strut around us with her hands behind her back. “All I have to do is say your little group broke into the factory, and edit the photos a little if needed. The public will believe me. After all, I own the biggest candy factory in the WORLD! I'm also very respected.”

“Buying people off isn't 'respect', it's manipulation,” Katrina retorted.

“Oooo, cute little comeback, foureyes,” Wonka scoffed. “At least-”

*SHWIIIIIIP!*

Pandora's panties burst off, interrupting Wonka. Wonka gave a little chuckle before she began to speak again, “Anyway, at least-”

*PWIIIIIIF!*

*POOOOOF!*

Katrina's panties shot off first, while her sister Clara's followed seconds behind. It was down to me, Sabrina, and Kylie whose underwear was still hanging on for dear life. Sabrina and I both looked over our shoulders the best we could, and both of us were greeted by our big blue butt cheeks swelling out from the waistband of our panties. Juice gushed to our asses and filled each cheek out very quickly. She cupped her breasts as she chewed her gum, looking terrified at how big her butt had swollen along with the rest of her body. The waistband clenched down on my blue ass cheeks and I could've sworn they were going to snap at that very second. However, Kylie's actually shot off first.

“FUCK!” she shouted, feeling her lower half wobble once tension was released.

I groaned while the waistband pulled into the top portion of my ass cheeks. The growth itself had pulled my panties downward enough so that when they pulled it taut, there was so way it'd slide back up to where it should've been. With its last seconds of life, I faced forward with a sigh and heard the waistband snap loudly.

*THWIIIIIP!*

My ass jiggled out behind me, and my belly wobbled a little due to the rippling effect the force had. I stood naked in only my shoes, my thighs pressed against one another while my body rounded out. I felt hopeless like the others, and I could hear Sabrina whimper while her panties clung tightly around her large, swollen booty. She pulled her hands away from her breasts and let them wobble back onto her belly, and placed her hands on her hips in an attempt to be able to twist her body a little more to get a look at her backside better. She didn't need to turn as much as she did, though, as her butt was so swollen that she could easily see each cheek off the corner of her eye. With her blue ass cleavage staring back, her panties snapped off, allowing her butt cheeks to gleefully slosh behind her unencumbered.

As our expansion progressed, we started to grow taller. By looking at the tour group, and Wonka herself, I was clearly able to see that I was a few inches taller. I shot up to 6' in mere seconds. Everyone besides Kylie was the same height as me to start at 5'8'', so they were either at 5'11'' or 6' like me. The only exception was Kylie, since she was 5'2''; however, she was now at 5'7''.

My arms lifted out by my sides, and I had no control over them. Sabrina's arms lifted up, as well as Kylie's and Pandora's. They all looked down and wondered what was happening next, while the twins' arms propped up by their sides as well.

I felt extremely fat. My belly was massive, my boobs were each about three feet wide at this point, and my sides had fatty rolls of flesh. To make it worse, I was reminded that I was standing in front of a large group of people that gawked at how big I was. My upper arms had fattened as well and became flabby. Sabrina's boobs had to have been five feet wide each, and she was literally a blob with two huge blue blobs resting on top. She was mostly boobs currently, but her body seemed to slowly catch up to her breasts. I was waiting for her to fall over at any second; those things must've been heavy!

Pandora swelled past 6'3'' and groaned through her fattened cheeks, “Errrr, when will this stop?”

“Eh, you've got some more growing to go,” Wonka replied. “I just hope your friend's tits over there doesn't destroy my factory!”

Sabrina let out a grunt while she opened her legs more for balance, her breasts wobbling on top of her belly. Seeing Sabrina as big as she now was still shocked me. She was always in pretty fit shape, and the only “big” thing about her was her breasts. Her nipples were each a foot erect, and juice gushed out from them. I could faintly see my nipples and they were roughly the same size even though my boobs hadn't quite swelled up as big as hers had yet. Juice rolled down my belly and I could feel a puddle develop underneath me. We all chewed helplessly like cows, ballooning bigger and bigger with what felt like no end in sight.

Kylie was now 6'6'', while myself and the others were easily past 7'. I was now 7'2'', and I could feel my arms and legs pull into my rounding body. Turning my head, I could see my huge blue butt cheeks swell out behind me. Our arms and legs pulled into our bodies while our bodies continued to round out. Only Whitney had an idea of how much bigger we'd swell, or even how much juice this gum could produce. It was remarkable that such a small piece of gum could turn someone into such a large blueberry.

My fingers felt more stiff and I could feel my shoes slowly pinch tighter. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening, but it was apparent that my feet were now growing. I could tell the others felt it too because they all looked down instinctively at their feet (even though they couldn't see them).

Kylie and Sabrina wore flip flops so compared to the rest of us, they were getting off easy. They felt their feet slowly inch towards the end of the platforms, and the strap squeeze the tops of their feet. Their toes pushed over the edges while the straps pulled taut.

*POOF!*

*SNIIP!*

*KWACK!*

*PIIF!*

The straps on their flip flops popped one by one, and they wiggled their toes against the cool tile of the floor. Their feet grew over their platforms, and they squeezed their stiff fingers into fists while they looked down.

The sound of our shoes opening up was what was now being heard, the laces and fabric gradually pulling apart. My socks felt awfully tight, and I could already feel holes open up. Since our bodies covered our feet nobody could see us swell out of our shoes, but the sound could still be heard. Both Katrina and Clara wore black ankle boots with a one-inch platform heel. Their boots had a zipper along the sides that ended up zipping downward over their swelling feet.

My toes pushed against the insides of my shoes desperately wanting to break free. My shoes were bursting and tearing mostly around my toes but at the tops of my feet as well so I knew it wouldn't be too much longer of a wait. Pandora was the first to tear out of her shoes, while at the same time swelling out of her socks as well. Katrina was next; her toes grew out from her shoes while her heels pushed out from the backs of her boots. She grunted, and her body wobbled a little once her feet was off the platforms and on the floor below. She wiggled her toes as her socks ripped open, and let out a sigh of relief.

Clara, Sabrina, and Pandora were the same height as me at 8'4'', while Katrina was at 8'2'' and Kylie at 7'9''. Clara's feet exploded out of her boots and like her sister before, she too wobbled a little once she stepped off the ruined platforms of her boots. Her socks had already split open and she felt relieved that her feet were not under pressure anymore.

My socks and shoes were the last to go. I wasn't sure which was worse, having my feet crammed into extremely tight shoes or to have my boobs swell up in a very restricting bra. My socks still pulled taut around my fattening feet; my toes exploded out the front of my tight shoes while my heels followed behind seconds later. My socks finally tore off and I curled my plump toes, able to clearly tell that they too had filled with juice. I ran through the changes in my head: my body was huge, my tits were each massive orbs, my arms were bigger, my fingers were chubby, my ass cheeks were globular, and now my feet and toes were much more plump than they should be. How wonderful. As I grew bigger taller (and wider), I contemplated my odds for my body to return to its normal size. Surely with the more I grew, the less chance I had of everything returning to exactly its normal size (least that's how I thought of it). I grimaced at size of my feet, wiggling my plump toes some more to get a better sense of their size. The vision of having to walk around in clown shoes filled my head and I had to shake that thought away. Ugh.

Katrina and Kylie both finished growing at 8'7'', and Pandora stopped at 9'2''. Pandora's boobs had swelled to about seven feet wide, while Kylie's and Katrina's were six feet each; their massive breasts rested on their rounded bodies. Clara grew to 9'6'', and her boobs had swelled to eight feet each. Sabrina and I kept growing bigger and rounder. 9'9'', 10'5'', 11'3''....it really felt like we'd grow forever.

“Holy shit,” Wonka looked up, our boobs dominating above her. My breasts were each nine feet wide while Sabrina's were now each a ridiculous thirteen feet. At this point it was almost comical at how gargantuan Sabrina's breasts had swollen up – they were still bigger than her body! My butt had luckily filled out enough to keep me grounded, but Sabrina's body was already leaning forward due to the weight of her breasts. My body FINALLY stopped growing at 12'5'', and my boobs were each a little over ten feet in diameter. I didn't want to even think about how big my feet had swelled, though it was easily five shoe sizes or so.

Sabrina's body halted at 13'3'', but the growth didn't stop there. Just as it looked like her body and breasts would reach the same size, her body stopped growing and her breasts took charge, continuing to swell up freely. Her butt had grown quite large already, but with all the juice now heading straight to her boobs making them heavier, her body wasn't able to keep the balance it once had. Once her breasts reached 15' in diameter, that's when her body gained the momentum it needed to tip her over.

“NOOO! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Sabrina flailed her little hands while she fell forward and rolled onto her colossal blue tits. Since they had already been pressing into the floor (and were already larger than her body) it was a fairly smooth transition of weight with the center of balance going from her body to her breasts. In all, she didn't really “fall” much; all she did was roll on top of her breasts, causing them to wobble like two giant water balloons. Juice flowed across the floor and our area was covered with blueberry juice. The intrigue in the audience, including Wonka herself, was that Sabrina's breasts kept on ballooning with juice.

When our growth first began, in all the amazement of what was happening, we all spaced ourselves out a little bit without really realizing. Since we had done so, it gave us the room we needed without being “too” close to one another. However, due to the size of our breasts, Clara's boobs had grown into Pandora's and Katrina's, while my right breast had already began expanding into Kylie's left before my expansion had ended. Sabrina's, on the other hand, was another story. Her left breast was already pushing into Kylie's body while her right breast was gaining ground on the closest candy machine.

Sabrina's tits were each 21' in diameter and cast a shadow on everyone below. Wonka was completely surprised by how big her breasts had expanded, and even began worrying about the nearby candy machines. Clenching her teeth, Sabrina's skin pulled tighter while she chomped away at the gum, juice still pumping her breasts up bigger by the second.

“Your nipples must be, what, six feet big? Seven? Your areola have to be fourteen or fifteen, easily,” Wonka nodded her head and gazed upon the two blue masses in front of her.

Sabrina's cheeks had filled up some, giving her a more pudgy face. She wanted to cry at how big she was (or how big she could still get), and could only imagine all the thoughts running through everyone's head while they stared at her from below.

Luckily the factory had high ceilings so there was still plenty of room left for Sabrina to grow, but the bigger she got the more problems it posed. Her boobs quickly surpassed 25', and then 30' at an alarming rate. Every passing second they swelled up bigger, rounder, and juicer.

As Sabrina chewed away, all she could see were her breasts – a big canyon of blue cleavage. The tour group had to step back because of all the juice Sabrina was producing, and the ones in the front got juice on their shoes. Wonka whipped out her flute and called the Oompa Loompas, and within thirty seconds there were about a hundred standing around us.

“Uhhmmmm,” Wonka looked around. “We're gonna need more Oompa Loompas....”

A handful turned their heads and then ran off to go look for others while the rest stayed.

“Are they gonna be okay?” Brad tapped Wonka's arm. He looked up at me, still trying to process what had happened. “My....my wife is now a blueberry!”

“Yeah, she'll be fine. Look how big her boobs are now, though,” Wonka smirked and gave him a nudge. “I'd suggest taking pics but I always take cell phones and cameras before giving tours so that when something happens, nobody has proof. Well, besides me, of course.”

Wonka shot him a wink and then gathered the Oompa Loompas around her, “All right. Start rolling the smaller berries to the juicing room. I don't know what the hell we're going to do with Godzilla-tits over there, but we'll figure something out.”

“The juicing room?” Brad questioned.

“Yes,” Wonka turned to face him. She gave him a serious expression, with a stern tone in her voice. “They need to be juiced immediately before they explode!”

“EXPLODE!?”

Wonka burst into laughter and took a few moments to gather herself, “Nah, I'm just kidding. Skin is very stretchy if you hadn't noticed by now. I've never had any berries explode though, so no worries. I say that every tour because someone always asks, and it's literally just as funny as the previous time.”

Of the Oompa Loompas that were left, they split into two groups. They walked up to Kylie first and tipped her over onto her boobs, “Oooommffff!”

The other group did the same for Katrina, and once they all gathered on one side, they started rolling her to a large opening that was near the closest corner of the room. The factory was so large that there were twelve of these large warehouse-sized rooms that housed at least ten machines in each, some even had more. It seemed rather eery that they had a large hole built in the wall. Either it was just a precautionary measure, or it was planned for 'experiments' like this.

“Hey, look! Big Tits over here finally stopped swelling!” Wonka pointed at Sabrina, whose breasts now stood at 42' each in diameter. Had her boobs grown another three feet or so, it would've likely damaged the machine that was off to her right, and Wonka let out a sigh of relief. “I have NEVER had breasts swell up as big as yours! I think the biggest ones we've had grew to fourteen feet? Maybe sixteen? Something like that. But WOW, yours are something else, that's for sure. You definitely hold the factory record now for biggest blueberry boobs....would you like a certificate?”

Wonka giggled just as more Oompa Loompa personnel came to the area. Katrina was already being rolled away and was almost out of sight, while Kylie was close behind. Pandora was up next, and was rolled away behind Kylie. The Oompa Loompas were gone for about five minutes until they returned back. Clara was tilted over, and after she was rolled past me it was my turn. I felt little hands push me forward and I bounced on my boobs, causing my whole body to wobble.

“Yeah, no freakin' idea what we're gonna do with her,” Wonka gestured towards Sabrina while speaking with what seemed like three of her Oompa Loompa officials. “Save her for last and just roll the others down and get them juiced first. We'll think of something. Head there now and I'll follow behind momentarily, I've got to speak with the engineers.”

With a nod from each, the three hurried towards the hole in the wall and down to the juicing room.

Wonka turned to face the group, “I'll be right back, ladies and gentleman. I have to speak with a few Oompa Loompas in the back real quick. I'll be back in a few minutes, but in the meantime feel free to sample candy from the candy cane machine, the lollipop machine next to that, or the chocolate bar machine. Only those, though.”

Everyone in the group nodded in unison, then walked away to look at the machines. Wonka showed a lot of trust letting them wander off alone, though since they were being paid by her she was essentially their boss (and if they tried other candy then something could happen to them, too). Wonka walked in front of me to where I could see the tip of her hat over the curve of my breasts. Her boots clacked against the tiled floor, echoing around the silent warehouse. She headed towards the opening in the wall, then turned to give a firm glance at everyone walking off to the machines and then at Brad standing by himself in front of me. After a pause, she turned back and headed down the hallway, the sound of her footsteps ringing in my ears until they weren't heard anymore.

With hands on my side, I was pushed. Ropes came down from the ceiling and helped lift my breasts while I turned, making the rolling process a little more fluid. I couldn't see the ropes being used for the others when they were rolled, but I assumed they were used. I'd be pushed over, then I'd roll back onto my boobs with the momentum of my body. Brad spoke with an Oompa Loompa while he followed behind me while I was rolled. I kicked my fat feet and flapped my little hands by my sides as I briefly saw ceiling lights, then rolled over and was greeted by blue cleavage. Ceiling, cleavage, ceiling, cleavage. The Oompa Loompas certainly knew what they were doing, as they had done this countless times before so they definitely had the practice. Sabrina was left behind for the time-being, while in no time at all, I was rolled down the hallway to the juicing room. Ceiling, cleavage, ceiling, cleavage....

* * * *

It had been a month since our factory tour. Our skin was still a little blue, but Oompa Loompas gave us small candies that would counter the blueberry juice in our skin. I'm just glad I wasn't completely blue anymore, and they said that my skin should return to normal after about a month or so. However, the other effects of turning into a blueberry was still very apparent....

For one, my breasts were now G-cups, so I was now the size Sabrina was before all the swelling happened. Instead of having to buy new bras right away, she gave me hers since they didn't fit her anymore. Everyone grew a couple cup sizes larger, however, Sabrina's boobs were much larger now. Each of her breasts were round, four-foot globes. To cover them up, she had to wrap bed sheets around them to act as like a bra until she could order some. Wonka said she'd try to research a way to get them back down in size, but that didn't seem likely. Everywhere we'd go with her, people gawked at her boobs. Although she always loved having bigger boobs than the rest of us, her new size took it to a whole new level. She had to buy darker-colored bed sheets because her nipples and areolas could be seen against the thin fabric of the sheets she first started wearing. She said she didn't realize it until after a few days, but I'm pretty sure she knew and just liked the attention. Her boobs would always wobble with every step, which took some time to get used to. If we went out to dinner then we needed to get a table because her boobs wouldn't fit at one of the booths. We went out to eat with her twice, but it was obvious that booth seating wasn't going to be an option with her.

We were all curvier than before, and for me, it was clearly noticeable in my ass. Each of my butt cheeks were about two feet wide now, my thighs were thicker, and my calves had filled out a little. I tried wearing shorts and even yoga pants I had but my ass tore out of those the second I pulled them up (if I could even pull them up). I had to buy shorts that were a lot bigger in size than I was used to buying, but it's something I had to get used to, I guess. I figured I'd mess around with buying yoga pants and jeans at another time because since it was summer, I could get away with just the shorts for now. When I sat down, I noticed I was propped up higher in my seat. Chairs were often very small for me now, and I was kind of grouped in with Sabrina, but instead of booth seating, it was the tables at restaurants that gave me trouble (with the booths, I had the longer bench seat to sit on).

My arms were a little flabby now, whereas before they weren't. My face was probably the only part of my body that returned to normal. Well, my cheeks were slightly bigger now, but nobody seemed to notice besides me. I also grew taller, and was now 5'10'' as opposed to my original height which was 5'8''. The others grew a little taller, generally one to two inches. Kylie ended up with the highest height increase at four inches, and was now 5'6''.

Lastly, my feet grew, which absolutely sucked. I had to buy new shoes, and I couldn't wear any of my old ones. Not that I obsessively bought shoes, but I had a good fifteen or twenty pairs of shoes, boots, and heels which no longer fit. After the juicing, my feet were three sizes larger than before, and even my toes were more plump. Brad always said I had cute feet and even with them being bigger, it didn't change his mind. In fact, he actually seemed to like them more. Most of my socks were still able to fit, though my toes felt kinda crammed in them so I figured I may need to buy more at some point. I tried wearing my old flip flops but my feet snapped out of those after taking three steps or so.

I stood in the kitchen and read the newspaper on the kitchen table. Brad walked up behind me, placing his hands on my swollen backside. He kissed my shoulder and made his way up my neck, where I then turned around so he could kiss my lips.

“So, we going shopping for more clothes for you today?”

“Eh, maybe later,” I patted his chest playfully. I did need more clothes, but I still didn't like having to buy larger clothes than what I was used to needing. “Guess who's in the paper this morning?”

“Uhhh, who?”

“Whitney Wonka, front page.”

He looked down and saw a picture of her smiling while handing out candy to children at what looked to be a factory party on the front lawn. I looked down at the paper with him, “Yeah, so I guess she had a big party at the factory and invited a bunch of families. It says she gave out free candy all day to everyone, took pictures with the families, and also made multiple charitable donations.”

“Oh, well, that's nice of her. Though we know she's just doing it for the publicity, so I don't know how much credit I want to give her. That the local paper or a national one?”

“National. It's already been picked up by the larger media companies, I searched on my phone and there's countless articles about her. Each one says something good about her or the factory, generally both.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Yeah. I really wish we could tell people how messed up she really is, but I don't want those damn pictures or videos of me as a fat blueberry to get out there. And you know that she'd find a way to make it look like she was the good person through all of that.”

“Yeah,” Brad smiled and thought for a moment. “Your boobs were huuuuugeeeeee!”

“Well, they still are!” I lifted my shirt up and let my big boobs roll out. While flashing him, I jiggled my boobs a little before I pulled my shirt back down. I winked, “Believe me, it's obvious you love my tits n' ass.”

“Well, you know I loved your body before. Now, there's just more....jiggling going on, and I like it,” he smiled.

“Yeah, there was a lot of jiggling last night that I'm sure you enjoyed,” I shot him another wink and playfully licked my lips.

He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me close. He looked down into my eyes lovingly, and smiled, “I love you, Janelle.”

He leaned over and kissed my lips, and then after a few moments he stood back upright. I relaxed my hands around his shoulders, and while looking into his eyes, I returned the smile, “I love you too, Brad.”




The End
Whitney Wonka And The Chocolate Factory
Over the years I don't believe I've ever written a story with the chocolate factory as the setting. Also, I wanted to incorporate some ideas I've had for stories, so a few points within it are the basis for maybe two or three stories I would've written. There's a few twists in regards to the “traditional” Wonka story, or stories you may have read. This story follows Whitney Wonka, who is Willy's daughter and now owns the factory. I wanted to add in a few twists and make a different “Wonka universe”, in a way. I'm sure it's a bit different than what you were expecting, but it makes you think. And I like throwing in little twists and making you guys think ;)

Since this is my final story, I wanted all my OC's (including myself) to swell up. Blueberry expansion is my favorite and it's what got me interested in expansion in the first place, so I wanted to give a tribute to Willy Wonka while adding a few changes of my own. I don't believe I've written a story where SIX turn into blueberries, so this was big for me to do. It's also my second-longest story (not including multiple-part series). I love including other expansions and that's really the great thing about blueberry expansion because it allows you the potential to incorporate so many different things, and really opens the door for getting creative with how things progress (poor Sabrina) ;p :evillaugh:

I hope you all enjoy the story and my take on the chocolate factory. This was a lot of fun to write, and it's one of my favorites that I've written. Thanks for reading!

With love,
Janelle
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Janelle Berry
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My name is Janelle, and I am one of the few females that are into expansion. I've written tons of stories ranging from a wide variety of expansions. I'm always thinking up new ideas, and most of my ideas come randomly to me :p But any idea I get I try making into a story; some are better than others. Writing relaxes me and I really enjoy writing about my OC's and I getting into rather "interesting" situations ;p

Aside from that, I am British and for those curious, I DO have the accent ;p I love to stay active whether it's going for afternoon jogs, or just playing sports with friends. I can be competitive but won't be upset if thing's don't go my way. I am very friendly, and I love to help people whenever I can. I'm a very caring person and enjoy cheering people up :huggle:
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