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Entering the cold, metallic space of the candy factory’s latest locale, a group of sinners, all varying in size, shape, and appearance, moved along at their respective paces, barely paying attention to the pair of round gigantic doors that closed itself from behind and stared them down all the way on the other side, respectively. Inside, as far as the eye could see, an enormous interior laid ahead and all around them, as an indeterminable amount of machinery, all built with strange, exaggerated shapes and proportions were scattered throughout. This large space seemed to match in size to that of multiple football fields put together, while being lit with many bright lights of green, purple, blue, and plenty more dazzling colours, alongside the addition of white lights strewn across the enormous place from above. And that wasn’t even beginning to scratch the surface of the rest of the room’s dimensions. A ceiling that stretched into the unobtainable heavens hung above them, as the entirety of that, plus the long, widened walls, and plausibly-infinite floor all shone with the same silvery metallic sheen. Not to mention, there appeared to be a faint fog that persisted within, its source being a complete mystery to the group, who carried on inside, being led through by the enigmatic factory-owner who had moved them along on this tour thus far.

The owner of this magnificent candy factory – a tall, jolly sinner made up of a dense series of smoky shadows that mainly obscured him – led the group inside. From top to bottom, his entire form was comprised of solid, yet transparent smoke, coloured a light-grey that contrasted well from his burgundy coat and dark-purple bottoms that covered a lot of his tall, slender form, nearing seven feet tall. Despite being an individual made up of this smoke-like substance, he held the shape of a towering, sly sinner to no end, possessing shifty eyes with an earnestness behind them. Even with a clearly evident demeanor that one could mistake for vile, ulterior motives, as one would in the afterlife, he possessed this wonderment within his uncertain exterior that would come out every now and then; something that had been the case during the tour he had been giving. Sitting atop of his hairless head, amidst a hairless form at that, a black top-hat comfortably stood in place, never falling off of its adorned pedestal of sorts.

All-in-all, this tour guide and Candymaker was a demon who seemed enigmatic yet approachable. He was the one who Charlie had reached out to in the first place about partaking in this tour, with her friends from the hotel. Initially, not everybody from there wanted to go, but her bright, smiley persuasion of a fun, good time there, while still down in the realm of Hell, eventually caved-in those who had doubts and questioned the event. Not long after, they all arrived at the massive property, ready for a most peculiar day. Up to this point, the tour had gone off without a hitch… or rather, just a simple little one. Although, referring to such an event as “little” would be a massive understatement.

“It’s a shame what happened to that greedy cat… all plump and filled with chocolate.” The Candymaker mentioned in his cheery, mid-ranged voice, containing a faint growl at the back of it, reminding everyone else of what they had witnessed in the prior and first area of the factory. “Husky’ll be alright though, won’t he?” Angel Dust asked the shadowy demon. In turn, he responded to the tall spider-demon, assuring him “Most likely. My workers are going after him as we speak. We will do our best to return him back to some semblance of normalcy, but he won’t be the same in a complete sense.” Nobody replied, with most everyone among the crowd pondering just what would become of the cat-demon, with some of them, primarily Angel and Charlie, showing strong concern amidst their faces.

Aside from this little blip involving Husk, both the tour guide and Charlie hoped that the rest of the tour and this group would stay on-track and intact. In the current moment, not long into this new area of the factory, he stopped in his tracks once he led everyone to its centre, before turning and speaking to them in a greatly enthusiastic voice. “This… is the Inventing Room. It is within this very place that countless experimental treats are brainstormed, created, and worked on, tested again and again until they are either perfected and ready to be sold for consumption, or are deemed unsuccessful and disposed of.” He began to explain, excitement brimming in his bright yellow eyes and jittery body language, as his black-gloved hands gestured just as much.

As he went on, the various demons responded in their own way towards the one leading them through. At the front of the group, behind the guide, Charlie, while standing right next to Vaggie, both looked at him in intrigue. The latter doing it more-so to ensure her lover that all was well in a general sense, despite Vaggie’s internally-simmering suspicions about the top-hatted sinner speaking to them most enthusiastically. At the opposite of the couple’s current positions, Alastor stood in the back, listening to the words being thrown his way about this Inventing Room. He nodded along to what he heard, his smile never faltering, as it always never did. Next to him, though far below in height, Niffty did much of the same, although showing more child-like excitement on her giddy face and frantically-darting eye. All the while, towards the middle, Arackniss looked on in annoyance, waiting for the tour guide to finish with his latest speech, as Angel Dust, who stood right behind the tiny spider, and at the back of the entire group, towering above them all with his nine-foot frame, stared on in boredom, looking down at his outfit in a further embrace.

For this special occasion, the tall spider-demon wore a bright-blue tracksuit consisting of a top and bottom; both of which snugged-up against his rail-lean frame, being a perfect fit for the sinner. Right above his long, slender torso, a turtleneck-esque part of the top of his outfit took on a lighter shade of blue than the bulk of what appeared below it, as it sat at the bottom of his neck, exposing his signature black choker just above it. Four more of these turtleneck-like parts were located at the ends of his sleeves, encompassing a perfect fit around his wrists, with his top-right one boasting a watch of a deeply-dark blue. Overtop most of the fabric that dressed the spider, his middle and four arms were covered in a slightly darker shade of light blue, along with a few stripes of another darker blue that ran horizontally across his chest and stomach, with each arm having the same amount, albeit vertically.

His attractive mound of chest-fluff that rested in place could not be seen, for the top Angel wore completely covered it up, mainly through the use of a zipper. Along his shoulders and on all of his arms, a long white stripe ran down vertically, adding another striking colour to his already-bright garb, monumentally standing out against not only the other demons nearby, but the Inventing Room as well. A pair of pockets could be found above his practically-nonexistent stomach, courtesy of the hoodie-like tracksuit, with the addition of another pair on each side of what laid below his waist. As for his bottoms, they had the same white stripe moving down his legs, descending all the way down to where his bulky boots touched the floor. To top it all off, both of his currently-worn boots had their own light-blue shade, slightly varying from the bulk of his outfit above them, although matching somewhat close to that exact hue.

In his mind, Angel currently stood in a mood of boredom, which had come up after a considerable amount of fascination towards the factory and what it had to show. Up to this point, he marvelled at the Chocolate Room that they first went through, despite his freakout over Husk’s incident in there, but every time that Candymaker stopped to explain some kind of mumbo-jumbo, as he believed it to be, it brought the entire experience to an informative, yet screeching halt. At least, that’s how the spider felt about it. If anything, he just wanted to taste a whole bunch of sweets and treats, as he had done to some extent in the previous room. But now, that craving of his was growing, to get his slim white-and-pink claws on something REAL tasty, to bring a magnificent explosion of flavour and sweet nourishment to his precious body; one that had hardly, if at all, tasted sweets like the ones produced here. “And if you’ll all follow me, I have something truly exciting to demonstrate.” The Candymaker gleefully told the crowd, waving his hand in a forward motion to direct everybody his way.

Plenty more steps were taken throughout the Inventing Room, as the guests looked at the bizarro machines that nearly sandwiched them, taking on distorted and angular proportions; nearing the state of abstract art as they continued forth. Angel, however, paid little mind to them, for his sugary cravings continued to take over his subconscious, hoping that something… ANYTHING… would soon be his for the taking… but what would that very thing be? Before his mind could fall deeper into these increasingly-ravenous thoughts, the Candymaker stopped in his tracks, causing everyone else, including Angel, to come to a prompt standstill in their unofficial formation. In this latest moment of stoppage, the group found themselves standing in a large space, free of cold machines and marking the first time they all came across a chunk of space of this very size, considering all of what the Inventing Room held within it. “And here we are!” The tour guide exclaimed, pointing his black cane towards an enormous piece of machinery that sat before everyone, right on the outskirts of this spacious plane within this area of the factory.

This particular culmination of metal and many working parts took on an appearance that outdid any of the weird-looking machinery that the group saw before this very moment. It had a small stem of a base, tethered to the ground akin to the width of a growing tree-trunk, coloured a light grey much like what connected to this stem above it. As its brains, so to speak, a control panel containing many multicoloured buttons and switches, touched up with a few prominent levers, spread out across much of the machine, encircling half of a strange glowing spherical shape that the panel had been securely attached to. Sticking out from one side of it, an odd couple of protrusions hinted at something more to it all. Amidst a couple of additional beams of support that stretched out from the far-distant walls and latched onto a couple major parts of the machine, the most bewildering part of it had to be the two great additional spheres that hung above the rest of it, towering over everyone that continued looking at it. While one of them contained a plentiful amount of metal encasing it from the outside, the other had a large amount of an unknown, reddish-purple liquid swishing around, catching the eyes of the tour guests, and causing them to wonder what this machine’s purpose was.

“What exactly is this?” Charlie cheerfully asked, optimistically wanting to keep spirits up as well as intrigue, as everyone still worked on getting past the Chocolate Room incident just earlier. “Looks like a hunk of junk ta me.” Arackniss chimed in with a mixture of bitterness and wry humour, before the tour guide could answer Charlie’s question. “This right here is a wonderful piece of technology! One that produces an upcoming product that I have been working on for a while, that I aim to make available for public consumption. Vaggie, standing next to her lover, continually eyed the machine up and down from the instant they first stopped in front of it. Before long, she brought up a fair point about it. “Doesn’t it seem excessive?” She asked the Candymaker, wondering what the point of designing such a bizarre-looking piece of technology in the first place; one that stuck out from every other ounce of weirdness seen up to this point. In the back of her mind, there was a strong feeling of untrustworthiness brimming from that shadowy build of his, no matter what kind of polite mannerisms and speaking he had to convey, alongside this dazzling factory in which they all stood in.

The dapper tour guide, keeping his composure as always, gave her an intriguing reply. “Oh, that’s where I’m afraid you’re wrong, miss. Despite the form it takes, I assure you that this very machine has vast and efficient capabilities in producing something absolutely swell! Why don’t I show you all?” Various affirmative nods of excitement and neutrality made its way through the crowd, with Hell’s princess showing the most eagerness, as others like Vaggie and Angel did not show as much enthusiasm. Across a few brisk and bouncy steps, the Candymaker walked up to the machine’s control panel, his firm footwear sounding off against the metallic floor with prominence. He leaned towards the wide set of buttons and switches, looked at them all for a few seconds, and immediately began to press a specific series of them. Each one emitted a distinct digital sound from one another, to the point where some of them produced noises equivalent to that of cartoon sound effects, while others made sounds akin to what normally sounded off from a machine of its calibre. The group of demons watched with varied anticipation as the Candymaker carried on with this action for what had to have been at least a dozen seconds, making sure he didn’t mess anything up.

With the complex pressings of several buttons and switches, plus the maneuvering of a few levers scattered throughout the panel, the abstractly-designed machine roared to life, its grumbling internals startling some of the guests, while others stood idly and watched without any movement; primarily with Alastor. In quick occurrence, it greatly shook, as the peculiar liquid housed at the centrepiece of it all sloshed around just as much. Many sounds of moving parts could be made out by the crowd, as their curiosity grew with each and every passing second. “By golly! That thing is making quite the ruckus.” Alastor blurted out, having to raise his voice to some extent over the volume of noise produced by all of those moving parts. “If you think that’s bombastic, just wait until you see what happens next!” Shouted the tour guide in response. Before much time could stretch out over it working away, and right as the entire machine seemed to crescendo with how vigorous it moved around in its bolted position, a bright, cheery DING! emanated from the control panel, while close to it, from the odd protrusion off to the machine’s side, a small pink piece of what looked to be chewing gum dispensed in a clean fashion, disappointing a good portion of the guests who had hoped for something far more enormous of an outcome. For Angel, however, a fascination quickly developed, with the eagerness that had been lacking in him from when he first stepped into this part of the factory.

“Is dat gum?” Angel nonchalantly asked the tour guide, pointing it out with one of his hands. The factory owner briefly relented, before answering the spider. “Yes, that is gum. Please don’t take it. That goes for everyone here. It’s not quite ready to be consumed just yet… it’s still being experimented on.” He simultaneously answered and revealed, with a hint of pressing warning in his voice. Nearly everyone understood this warning plain and simple, but Angel had other ideas brewing within that head of his. In the meantime, the sound of a singular scoff came out from the crowd, to which the factory owner turned his gaze towards. “Tch!... spitting out a tiny piece of gum… is that all it does?” Vaggie asked the Candymaker, feeling underwhelmed by the machine’s result. “You would be correct in that belief.” He promptly replied, as a surge in giddiness proceeded to briefly overpowered him. “You see, inside of that petite piece of gum is an entire three-course meal! It’s been packed with multiple flavours, sure to provide a full stomach for anyone who has it. Not to mention, it houses remarkable properties that will provide a worthy dose of nutrition.” He started explaining, before shifting his tone to a more serious one. “Alas, it still hasn’t been perfected yet. But I have all the hope in me that sooner or later, it will be ready for-”

BZZZZ!! BZZZZ!!

Suddenly, a buzzing sound could be heard coming from the Candymaker’s being. A quick glance downward by him revealed a cellular device that was going off inside of his pocket. “My apologies. I have to get this.” He picked up his purple-coloured phone, tapped on its screen, and held it to the left side of his head. From the other end of the brief call, an indiscernible voice could be heard speaking to the tour guide, as he nodded along and provided short replies of understanding such as “Yep… okay… I see…” and so on. The group looked at him in this rising bout of awkwardness, which fortunately did not last for much longer as the shadowy demon put away the device and turned his attention back to the crowd. “I apologize for this forthcoming hindrance, but I have just been notified that a slight complication has arisen with your friend. I am required to head over there to oversee his procedures for getting him down to proper size... or as proper as can be achieved” The tour guide informed the group, as he began to take his leave towards another part of the factory, walking down the path in which everyone just came in from. “Do wait for me, will you? I should not be gone for any longer than a spell. Please, do NOT touch anything.” He asked and pleaded to everyone watching; his last bout of speaking for the time being. It was with those final words that he disappeared into the sea of still machinery.

No sooner than when he vanished from everyone’s view, a sly look moved its way onto Angel’s face, his eyes narrowing in mischievous thoughts. Alongside it, a snarky smile became apparent; one which all of the group spotted as clear as day. “Angel? Is there something on your mind?” A curious Niffty asked the spider-demon, wondering just as much as the others, with everyone else looking towards him once the smaller sinner let out her question. Angel did not respond. He only looked at Niffy, widening his smile in front of her, assuring that all was well, before beginning to make his intentions known. In only a matter of slim seconds, Angel had begun to make his way towards the stick of gum that stuck-out from its dispenser. “Angel? What are you doing?” Charlie asked him, concerned for what he was heading towards. The tall spider delivered a response that sent concern into most of the other demons. “Da fuck does it look like I’m doin? I’m havin’ myself dat stick of gum.”

“Don’t ya fuckin’ dare, dumbass.” Arackniss firmly told him, holding nothing back in doing so. Angel cared next-to-nothing about what his brother said in general, let-alone anything that would result in him losing this once-in-an-afterlife opportunity to taste this wholly-unique treat. Without much hesitation, he blurted back at the black-furred spider in response. “Do yaself a fava’ an’ shut tha fuck up, Niss. I wanna enjoy this thing. I’ve been cravin’ a real good treat for so long now, and dis is my golden opportunity.” Furthering his lack of thinking, Angel reached forward, and in one fellow swoop, grabbed the gum from its freshly-dispensed position, to the point where it even felt slightly warm against the white-and-pink spider’s long, thin digits.

“Arackniss is right, Angel. He did say that it wasn’t ready.” Charlie pointed out, trying to talk to the taller spider in a more friendly, approachable manner. For Angel, however, such persuasion did nothing to deter him from going through with it. “I think dat’s a load of crap if ya ask me, princess. It’s just gum, fer fuck’s sake. A tiny little stick of flava, to which dis one’s getting’ awfully tasty from just lookin’ at it. I think I’ve listened to all of yer bullshit fer long enough.” Angel went on, chastising everyone who dared to prevent him from enjoying this gum, experimental or not. And yet, Vaggie attempted to stop his latest demonstration of stupidity from progressing further. “Damn it, Angel, don’t you even think about putting that in your mou-”. Before she could bitterly go on towards the bratty spider, Alastor chimed in, saying to everyone “Let him have a go at it. He’ll get to find out firsthand as to exactly why this gum is not ready.” No one spoke a word, yet deep down, all of them except Alastor felt concern for the spider-demon. Even then, no further attempt was made to dissuade Angel from going forth with his sweet intentions. “If he wants to snack on it, then by all means, let him enjoy it!” Alastor happily reiterated. In one fellow movement of his hand, Angel popped the stick into his mouth, and immediately began chewing incessantly. Almost in as much of an annoying fashion as possible, to further rub his defiance into those watching him; especially his brother.

In the short span of time that followed, everyone watched closely as the white-and-pink spider spoke of the tastes that inflicted his tastebuds, simultaneously giving him the sensation of different kinds of food going down his maw, particularly relating to two hearty meals. As soon as his sharp teeth penetrated the small stick of gum, a strong flavour immediately plastered itself onto his tongue, moving through his mouth and into his body. Within the span of an additional minute, the flavour changed on its own merits, becoming a different meal within Angel’s mouth; all without any actual food entering it. And yet, the spider-demon felt uninterested by what he had and was currently tasting. “Dere’s nothin’ too noteworthy about dese meals. One’s just soup, and da otha’s some kinda meat. But I will say… dere’s a helluva lot of them in this here piece.” He curiously spoke through frequent chewing. Despite not being too into the meals themselves, Angel still could not believe their sheer quality and quantity, feeling them move smoothly from his mouth, down his throat, and into his lean stomach. In all senses except physically, Angel felt as though these two courses were filling him up rather well. But there was still one last meal that had yet to take its course, waiting within the wad of gum to be unleashed to the unsuspecting spider.

As he remained standing still with that same bright, light-blue tracksuit atop his slender form, Angel pressed on with chewing the gum. The small crowd of sinners, including his own brother, watched on, already having stood a few feet away from the tall demon himself, whilst facing him with looks and feelings of worry and concern, evidently on display from the uncertainty of what would follow the spider’s frankly idiotic decision to consume this supposedly-unstable treat. In one last desperate attempt to stop him, as much as he wanted to already give up on preventing anything unfortunate onto him, Arackniss spoke up, loudly trying to talk Angel out of spitting out the gum. “Fer fuck’s sake, Tony. Stop chewin’ dat thing and let’s move on.” All eight of his red eyes looked intently at the taller spider, who in response, showed a look of disgust and arrogance, all while he proceeded to keep pressing the fairly chewed-up wad in-between his sharp teeth. Right after this look was displayed, a brief, yet significant sigh escaped from Angel’s lips, before he went off on an anger-fuelled response.

“Why tha fuck do we have ta keep talkin’ ‘bout this- STOP CALLIN’ ME THAT!! You should know by now to cut out dat kinda talk. Besides, I really couldn’t give less of a shit about this whole dangerous gum thing, ya know? It’s just a fuckin’ piece of gum! ‘Bout as small and short as you are, pipsqueak.” He teased, before proceeding to smack his lips and make a few greatly exaggerated sounds of pleasure and contentment over how great the gum’s flavours were, as its third and final course promptly settled in the confines of his moving mouth. With this latest self-shift especially, its latest flavour would end up being the final new sensation for the spider’s tastebuds, if not the final thing he would ever taste. “Tastes ratha’ juicy now... I think it’s some type of fruit.” Angel practically announced, albeit nonchalantly, all of it in-between chomps. The pink-and-white spider let out another sigh as he finished speaking, primarily targeted towards his brother for even bringing up that other, long-buried name of his from his failed attempt to stop him. Arackniss stood there in silence, continually unamused over his brother’s attitude over what had basically been his last chance to stop him. His unamused eyes, however, remained glued onto Angel, likely focusing on him as a way of putting heat onto him for acting out in the factory’s enormous experimental department.

As for the other demons watching him go at it, one of them tried once more to get him to cut out his latest antics. “Angel, I think for everyone’s sake, as well as for your own safety, it would be wise to stop messing around with that gum.” Charlie tried to earnestly persuade him again. “Nonsense!” He simply, rudely replied. It shut Hell’s princess up, as she returned to worriedly watching him press on with his decision. With Charlie’s latest attempt at stopping Angel, alongside previous comments that came before it, the demon had grown frustrated. He was all but tired from putting off these claims of danger over some treat that was “not quite ready”, and just wanted to enjoy it in relative peace. With this latest talking to, Angel had now reached the end of his rope with how damn-near everyone, not just his own brother, was trying to get him to stop from going through with this experience that had proved itself to be incredibly wondrous up to this point. Although Arackniss, in the meantime, remained cold and silent as near-always towards him.

From all of this simmering frustration, it was at this very instant Angel made his growing line of thoughts clear to the others, just as he spotted Vaggie about to open her mouth in another attempt at halting him. “Oh, cut ya useless blabbering already!!” Yer all just jealous since I’m tha one chewin’ tha special fuckin’ gum, and none of you are! Dis ting’s the juiciest candy I’ve eva had, and none of you are gonna stop me!” Angel annoyedly blurted out to everybody watching him, in-between his chews of the bizarre gum with changing properties in flavour and nourishment. He pressed forward, playing off these prior warnings of past and present as he embraced this beautiful flavour in his mouth, for he never tasted anything so delicious and incredibly juicy. Before Angel, or anyone else for that matter could realize, a tiny speck of the most peculiar, slightly-darkened shade of blue faded directly onto the centre of his face, where one’s nose would normally be. The sinner never felt this change, nor spotted it with his own eight eyes. Simply put, he kept on chewing the now-deformed stick like nothing was wrong. Even when the looks of clear, soon-occurring bewilderment and concern from the others were directed his way, he paid them no mind.

Many wide eyes and even some speechless mouths showed themselves among the crowd, watching the blue dot on Angel’s face conclude in its initial fading-in, displaying a prominent colour that did not appear on the spider mere seconds ago. Before such surprise could be quelled, the dot began to grow, spreading outwards across the rest of the pornstar’s face, maintaining its circular shape in such autonomous movement. Through the crowd’s confusion and curiosity, they watched as the tall spider’s primarily-white face turned into a prime shade of blue, engulfing his forehead, cheeks, chin, and overall head. Elsewhere around his face, his pink eyelids and spots throughout his hair turned into a dark purple, keeping the difference in shade with the rest of his blue face in the same fashion as his white-and-pink complexion, as his six tinier eyes shifted into a bright shade of blue. Angel, seconds after this spreading commenced, only now noticed the crowd become silent, with him staring at Arackniss in particular among them. “Da fuck’s da matta wit’ ya all? I’m just chewin’ on a stick of gum.” He ignorantly and sarcastically spoke, continuing to chew all the while. “Now dat I think about it, I’m pretty sure it’s blueberry flavoured.”

Once the blue and purple colourations completely transformed his head, Charlie, Arackniss, and the others watched in fearful anticipation to see what would happen next. Angel, in the meantime, chewed on, caring not at all over the frenzied looks he was getting; something he assumed to be unimportant. Several seconds passed in this stalemate of sorts. Angel could have easily spat out the gum in that time, giving a bare possibility of this nonsensical plight being over before it worsened. But no such thing ever occurred, as the spider looked on, seeing everyone’s faces turn both frightened and awestruck amongst the crowd. “Does anyone wanna see me blow a bubble?” He nonchalantly asked everyone, with stunned silence being his only response. A few seconds later, Angel gave it a go, producing a fairly well-sized bubble that ended up covering half of his face. As this pink bubble showed itself in front of the concerned crowd, everyone but Alastor watched in further surprise as the bubble itself began to turn blue, washing over the prominent pink as that very hue promptly faded from existence. From its disappearance came the same colour that had plastered itself all over Angel’s head.

POP!!

Across the split second that the bubble combusted and re-entered Angel’s mouth, a purple tongue could barely be spotted, confirming that whatever was truly happening to him affected more than only his external appearance. Before anyone could point out that internal change to the spider-demon, his partially-new complexion continued to spread. Inching down from where it paused at his chin, his neck began to turn blue, crawling down slowly as though taunting those who watched, as well as the one whose very body was being affected, despite him still not noticing. Before it could continue to spread even further, Arackniss wasted no time trying to get to his knucklehead of a brother’s ignorant brain. “Tony, yer turnin’ blue! Spit da fucking thing out!!” He shouted in a kind of restrained desperation. As it persisted in changing the colour of Angel’s physique, he finally replied in-between his chewing. “No way! That’s just stupid. And ta prove it, I’ll take a good ol’ look at my flawless body, and- WHAT DA FUCK!?!?” The taller spider initially said in a calm intonation, before finally seeing with his own set of eyes the changes taking place to his form.

In front of his now fear-filled eyes, Angel watched as the rest of his body turned blue, creeping down his neck as clear as day, before proceeding underneath the rest of him, most of which was covered up by his tracksuit. Without wasting time, he pulled his turtleneck collar outwards and looked inside it, peering through the barely-visible gap between his clothing and body, leading from his neck downwards, seeing glimmers of his signature white-and-pink fur that were visible through the bare overhead lights reaching them become a colour foreign to him in such a biological fashion. During the commotion, he did not utter a word, becoming speechless as he soon after turned his attention towards his hands, feeling a tingling sensation run down from his shoulders.

Upon looking over, he immediately jumped, watching as his very digits, atop of his hands and wrists, all became washed over with this new blue hue. Not far from him, Arackniss spoke in a secretive manner. “Where’s dat fuckin’ tour guide when ya need him?” He askingly muttered to himself and the rest of the group, watching this shift in colour continue its silent rampage over his brother’s entire physique. At this rate, every single visible part of Angel’s body had turned into this colour, making his long-lasting white-and-pink fur extinct. Even after this change became finalized, the blue spider-demon proceeded to frantically examine himself, as Arackniss and the other demons watched on; most of them becoming downright fascinated, intertwined with fear, at the transformation taking place before them, right as it was about to carry on in an even more unnatural route.

On various spots across his bright-blue tracksuit, beginning across his lean midsection, left shoulder, and right thigh, dark blue stains, nearly equal in appearance to the blue hue Angel had turned into, with its specific shade darker that what covered his fur, began to form, changing the light-blue fabric it normally possessed. These splotches spread all over the material, making it heavier atop of the spider, for it proceeded to be soaked with an unknown liquid. As this occurred, the tracksuit became sticky, instantaneously sticking to him. With every second that came and went, it looked nigh-impossible for him to ever take it off again, appearing like a second skin to the once-ignorant gum-chewer. At the same time, the white stripes along the sleeves began to change colours, forming a dark purple hue that flowed down from his shoulders and towards the ends of the pattern overtop his wrists. Even his boots weren’t immune to these changes in colour, becoming a dark blue akin to the bulk of his tracksuit, sealing the fate on his now-ruined outfit, completely stained from head-to-toe.

Just as this commenced, Angel broke his fear-filled silence, nervously chuckling before speaking. “Does anyone else feel a strange draft of air in here, or is it just me?” He asked nonchalantly, still seemingly trying to be ignorant towards the very fact that his entire body and clothing changed colour before everyone’s eyes, deeply dyeing him in this bizarre occurrence. In his current stance, still standing before the distanced crowd, there was no ignoring it now: Angel had turned completely blue, leaving no trace of his former physical appearance; as did his tracksuit in a darker shade of the colour. The only elements of his entire being that remained the same as before were his singular golden tooth, briefly visible when he spoke, standing out in the sea of blue and purple, and his eyes, appearing the same as they had always been. Even standing in place before the other sinners, still chewing away at that stick of gum, the blue spider stuck out astronomically against the rest of the metallic machinery around him, amidst the neon lights that shone throughout the Inventing Room. Out of everyone standing in the crowd, Charlie wanted to help Angel the most. After all, that was her upmost goal for him, and standing with everyone else, gawking and watching his form change, wasn’t going to remedy the situation, if there even was one at this point. Regardless, she tried approaching the transformed spider-demon, who resumed his self-examination of his bold blue physique.

Angel, desperate to see how he looked underneath his tracksuit, tried lifting it up, except… it barely moved. At first, he simply thought it needed a bit more effort to pull up with great effect, but even once he started putting his all into it, utilizing all four of his arms to yank it upwards, he finally knew something odd was going on with the state of his soaked outfit. “Ngh! What the-?! It’s hardly budgin’.” He grunted in-between attempts at tugging on the material, as splotchy sounds of minimal detachment took place between the tracksuit and his fur, practically all but cementing the two as one entity. No matter how hard he pulled at it, Angel’s ruined tracksuit could barely lift off of his blue body, greatly sticking to one another, as prominent sounds of peeling made themselves known for the few inches of fabric that he eventually managed to lift off of himself, revealing his stomach. Such a showcase left the group shocked, and Angel full of fear. Through the fruit of his labour, the spider unceremoniously revealed that the stripe running down the part of his now-visible middle had shifted into a dark purple colouration, in tandem with the various purple spots that changed from pink alongside it. This all but confirmed that such a fate not only reached this part of his appearance, but surely the pink heart surrounding his fluffy chest above.

“I can’t get it off of me!!” Angel fearfully shouted, frantically trying his hardest to completely remove his top. He let this constant motion of futile tugging wear him down after a brief moment, before letting go of the part of his tracksuit that he had partially pulled off from his middle. Instantly, the stained material stuck back onto its original spot against his body, fiercely fusing to him again as he let his arms rest at his sides. All the while, he asked the other sinners regarding his current situation; his strange way of trying to offload the fear that wholly invaded him. “When tha fuck did all dis sticky shit start coverin’ me? And not in da usual way.” Angel casually asked with a slight smirk and nervous laugh behind it, running his fingers along the stained fabric above his chest and midsection, to feel its soaked state pressing into his own blue and purple self. As he did so through the bulk of his midsection, a glided handprint of a dark purple embedded itself into it, tracking across the top of his tracksuit as his hand moved across the deeply-stained material, forming a prominent, smeared, handprint-shaped stain. “Don’t worry, Angel. Everything will be alright.” Charlie assured him, taking her steps towards the sinner in careful succession. “I think it’s about time you spit out that gum you’ve been chewing.” She earnestly told the spider, who initially relented further, before a strong look of willing acceptance in his eyes signified his agreeance towards Charlie’s advice. Angel made an attempt to stop moving his mouth, finally about to give his jaw a well-needed rest, but nothing came to a halt. Widened eyes re-appeared on the spider’s face, with the addition of a shift in the eyebrows in further conveyance of fresh panic.

Over the following span of many seconds, he made the effort to try and stop moving his mouth, using his strength, and subsequently a hand or two, to hold it in place and try to remove the squished wad of stained gum inside of it. It didn’t take long after starting these series of attempts, however, for him to realize that his jaw would not stop as he desperately commanded it to. By all means, Angel had lost control of this part of his body, which kept on chewing the gum on its own accord, no longer following the signals that the spider’s surely-blue brain was once able to send it with ease. “I… can’t stop chewin’.” Angel fearfully admitted to Charlie in an equally-showing expression, all between continual chews, unable to truly stop his own foolish actions at this point. “I can’t stop chewin’!!” Before the Hellborn could say or do anything to calm the spider-demon and determine the next rightful course of action in the Candymaker’s absence, a deep, sudden sound of churning, intertwined with internal sounds of squelching, went off within the spider’s insides, emanating as though something really did not sit well in his system.

GUUUURRRRGGGLLL…

Right away, Angel froze, stopping dead in his neutral body movements to place his upper set of hands against his grumbling middle, while his lower set hung downwards against his thin, slender form. “Eek!” Charlie squeaked, hearing the sound and quickly making her way back to the rest of the sinners, who all heard the immense gurgling go off from inside Angel. As they would all soon find out, however, Angel especially, that gurgling would bring with it a new phase in the spider’s already-bizarre bodily changes. “Ooough… somethin’ don’t feel so good in me. I- …feel kinda funny… ngh… full too.” Angel groaned, as much as his stomach did at that same moment. It physically rumbled, reverberating across his entire form, nearly shaking his fur as a bizarre shudder overcame the spider, who physically jolted at the sensation. By now, he kept as sharp of an eye as possible on himself, waiting to see what would happen next; even in his current state of increasing fullness that was quickly overwhelming his body. And yet, such a sensation could not prepare him for what was about to commence.

GLUNK!!!

Through a sheer demonstration of unmistakable freakishness, Angel’s midsection began to expand from underneath his stained outfit, widening in a steady, yet slow manner, making him look fairly thicker and slightly rounder than he had been only a few seconds ago. On other points of his being, his long, slim legs subtly grew wider, as did his thighs and more-so his chest, additionally making him appear bustier alongside the rest of him. In this singular occurrence, Angel’s rail-thin physique disappeared, replacing itself with a form that had already swollen twice from its non-existent width, and only continued to grow with time. Sounds of loud grumbles and faint sloshes could be heard coming from the spider, which, combined with his bloated body, caused him to blush out of pure embarrassment, revealing that it too had turned into a different colour; now appearing as a bright purple hue that strikingly showed itself across his primarily-blue face. This blush persisted for a long while, varying in intensity as more of Angel’s body expanded, pushing his stomach outwards and stretching his lower half’s pants by more than double – the same width that his thighs, legs, and slightly plump rear-end now embodied.

In this moment, nobody spoke a word, for their astonishment silenced them, leaving them only to bear witness to the bizarre transformation taking place onto the spider, keeping their distance from him in check as they stared on in bewilderment. As Angel stared back at everyone else in nervousness, he kept looking over his heavier self, finding it harder to move with even a single step forward. While his body continued to plump up, all four of his hands reached out to touch it, primarily his midsection. He used these limbs to feel himself all over, not only taking in the sensation of his perfect form being riddled with this developing swelling, but also the sounds of moving liquid that occurred inside of him, alarming him all the more. Although he couldn’t outright see it quite yet, his thickening back pushed against his sticky tracksuit, as did his rounding belly, already peeking out from underneath the front-side a tad bit, exposing a little bit of his blue stomach. Right below it, Angel’s crotch bloated up and out, stretching that part of the tracksuit and eliciting a peculiar reaction from the spider-demon. “AAH!! Nghh!!” Angel moaned without restraint from feeling it expand, tightening the fabric covering it up to the point where it looked like a large bulge in-of-itself.

From lower behind, his two blue buttcheeks filled up greatly, stretching the seat of his pants to the point where his asscrack, both the part that remained beneath the fabric and the part that became nudely exposed, could be fully spotted between both lacking and tightened fabric. At his current size, a third of the deepening crevice could clearly be seen in its bare state, his straining bottoms unable to keep covering his swollen bottom at an increasing rate; its waistband digging deeply into the middle of his plump blue cheeks. The growing state of his derriere caused his pants to ride down, unfavourably showing off the aforementioned amount of the spider’s crack and tushy, feeling the cold air of the Inventing Room on top of and around it as the entirety of his bountiful assets jiggled around in their mixed states of freedom and confinement from the stained fabric. At the same time, the lack of fabric across the top portion of his cheeks revealed that even his once-pink spots above and on top of them had turned purple, further showing off his bodily colour changes. Through the increasing inability of his outfit to keep his new blue look covered up, even the bottom of his swollen back could be spotted from the lack of coverage, the line of which leading down to his swollen behind, greatly jutting out in its now-rounded nature, unable to be completely felt with just a single hand.

BWOOMP!! …BWOOMPH!!! …GRRRRRRNNN!!

Angel, whose chewing of the gum did not falter, turned his head back and looked downwards at himself, as he sensed a strong outwards push from his behind, nearly causing him to lose his usually-sturdy balance. “Mmph!!” He moaned from feeling his butt push against his pants. Upon his eyes making contact with his rear end, he let out a second moan; one that signified both how stretched-out his bottoms had already become, and the enlarged nature of his jiggly asscheeks. As of now, they had more than quadrupled in size, alongside his burgeoning belly and the rest of his widened lower half. It left him with a truly juicy behind that did not cease in its growth, filling and plumping out further with every other part of his body. During which, his pants pushed lower down, showing off more of his bare behind. In his stunned state, Angel reached his upper-right hand out towards his somewhat-exposed right cheek, where he lightly pressed into it with all of his digits. Right away, he shuddered upon sensing a liquid-like mass moving around inside of it, and by extension himself. It wobbled greatly, only increasing as it puffed up; his fingers gradually sinking deeper into his growing behind. Across a few seconds, the spider moved this hand onto his corresponding, widening hip, feeling much of the same sloshy sensation take place amid mere contact, while it smothered his hand once again from growing outwards.

Having stared at and felt his growing blue tushy for several seconds, Angel turned his head and hand back towards its neutral position, again staring at the other sinners who saw him take on a completely different width. Before all of their eyes, Angel’s body swelled up at a growing pace, taking on the shape of a fat blue teardrop that housed a boisterous figure and greatly-exposed stomach, to the point where the top part of his tracksuit had separated from its lower part. This distancing, being the result of their unsuccessfulness at covering up Angel’s changing form, led to both rounding belly and butt to be increasingly shown off in their globular, expanding states. As if the spider’s transformation could not get any stranger, the crowd suddenly gasped from the continued separation of his top and bottom articles of clothing, leading Angel to follow their eyes and look down at his stomach, where he was met with a truly freakish sight.

Reflecting in his own eyes, and against the metallic flooring beneath him, the demon’s globular belly took on yet another distinct colour, as its very centre now began to emit a soft glow of a bright purple, similar to his blush, shining in another showcase of the utter defiance that the spider’s body had undergone since he started chewing that gum, tasting nothing but blueberries in the process. In fact, that was all he could taste now; not even his own saliva, as though it had simply become flavoured to that specific fruit. In the only verbal response he received from any of them, Alastor, of all demons, spoke up. “Well, I’ll be… he’s blowing up!” He uttered in great surprise, secretly taken aback by Angel’s bloating body, yet never deviating from his always-present smile. Hearing these spoken words from the Radio Demon of all beings, Angel looked up once more, looking ahead at the shocked group of demons as his teardrop shape further distorted into one of sheer roundness, with his middle taking the brunt of it.

Building up considerable strength within his liquid-logged self, Angel took a few steps forward, which ended up being slightly gated in their execution. Immediately, the spider’s body audibly sloshed, causing him to stop dead in his tracks. This did nothing to settle what had caused him to swell up thus far, as his insides kept sounding off, shaking his egregiously-rounded physique in its dense composition amid the surely-blue, internal walls of the sinner.

GA-LUNK!! BRRRRRBLLLLBLL…

BWOOMPH!!!

In one fellow swoop, Angel’s stomach immensely expanded, sloshing in sync, and further making him distant from his lean size. It further left him appearing like a rotund ball, sporting multiple wider, stubbier limbs that stuck out at the sides and bottom of himself, alongside a curvy, rounding bottom half that remained a remnant of his teardrop-shaped phase. Right alongside his ongoing swelling, Angel’s chest began to twitch intensely, leaving the full spider with only more fear within his expanding frame. The zipper that confined his fluffy mound to the fabric feverishly budged in the midst of this, leaving Angel concerned just as to what was happening to his most prized asset. Before the wait could become anywhere close to unbearable, the material of his upper clothing let out a singular sound of ominous creaking, before…

BOOM!!!

Before the gasping crowd and blue spider-demon, the part of his tracksuit that covered up his fluffy chest tore down the middle in a glorious rip, showing off his blue chest and new purple heart-marking, before it surged outwards, though not in the same liquid-filled growth that plagued the rest of Angel’s form. Instead, the very fluff itself grew, becoming denser and fluffier as it surged beyond the tear in his unremovable clothing, pushing out by a decent amount before ceasing, ending up at least a few times thicker and covered in fluff, as the rest of his bloating carried on. Throughout the ordeal, Angel’s middle continued to groan and grumble, sounding increasingly louder as it went off at a frequent pace, growing in intensity with the spider’s shifting size, now many times wider and circular than he once possessed, with his neck even sinking into his bloated shoulders and additional surroundings, giving everyone the impression that Angel only had a head sticking out of his egregiously-swollen body, with nothing connecting the two in the way it should.

GUUUURRRRRRGGGGLL…

BWOOMPH!! BLUB! BLUB! BLUB! BLUB!

Through another clear sounding of clearly-audible liquid, Angel’s bottom half swelled up greatly, practically doubling in size and widening him out far more than he had already become. All the while, his rotund belly persisted in bubbling up, with mounting, overwhelming pressure increasing inside of the sinner. His back began to curve greatly, rounding outwards as his chest was currently doing, fluffier than ever before as his massive buttcheeks underwent the same enormous change in shape, amidst their growing size; most likely being the widest pair of cheeks anyone in Hell possessed, while doing their part in causing him to start resembling a large sphere. To punctuate this even further, both of the spider-demon’s legs, which had curved and widened out to frankly-ridiculous proportions by this point, and had managed to stay planted to the floor with help from his boot-covered feet, started to feel their weight against it lessen incrementally. Though he tried looking down at himself, not seeing much from how massive and circular his middle had already become, Angel could nevertheless feel his majorly-bloated crotch begin to rub and press into the metallic ground below him.

As the blue and purple spider-demon’s predicament kept on proceeding, fast footsteps against the metallic flooring flew his way, coming in from behind the tour group. They started out faintly before steadily coming in louder and louder, until the sounds of exasperation let themselves out of the flabbergasted Candymaker, over the growing sight now right in front of him too. “You’ve got to be kidding me! I was hardly gone… just a handful of minutes.” He uttered in his state of shock. Charlie, on the other hand, snapped out of hers upon hearing the voice of the stunned tour guide. She turned to face him and urgently asked and pleaded “What can we do about Angel?! There’s got to be a way to stop this!” In return, the Candymaker had a partially-satisfactory answer for her. “Well… for the time being, there’s nothing we can do for your friend. That is, aside from waiting for him to fully ripen. After all, he is becoming a blueberry, and by the looks of it, the largest one yet!” He revealed in his reply, causing everyone but Alastor to face him in further confusion, as Charlie simply shouted “What!?” back at him.

“Wh- whaddya mean he’s turnin’ into a blueberry?!” Arackniss frustratedly asked, in disbelief over what was becoming of his brother. Taken slightly aback by the black-furred spider’s brewing anger in his speech, the Candymaker told him what such a thing meant. “He’s filling up to the brim with blueberry juice. It happens every time someone tests that gum, right at the third and final meal. It’s why I told you all not to take it. And clearly, one of you didn’t listen. Now look what’s become of him… all blue and full of juice.” He spoke, letting out a disappointed sigh afterwards. With these spoken words, Charlie and the gang were able to put the rest of the pieces together regarding Angel’s current state. The fact that he had turned completely blue, was growing into a bloated mass far from his once-normal self, and whose insides noisily gurgled and sloshed about with sticky, staining juice, evidently correlated to what the Candymaker had just told them; that Angel was becoming a blueberry.

“Don’t you worry any longer though.” He assured the group, mainly Charlie and Arackniss. “There is a way to fix him, but that will have to wait until after he’s finished filling up. In the meantime, I’ll contact my workers to help him out. He’s going to need it, and quickly at that… otherwise, he’ll be doomed to explode.” He casually informed everyone, who only felt increasingly concerned at the enveloping situation, wondering what would happen to Angel. “He’s going to explode!?” Charlie blurted out in a scared frenzy, beginning to freak out. “Dat fuckin’ idiot.” Arackniss muttered, as the rest of the group spoke amongst themselves about the growing situation. “Yes, that’s what I just told you all.” The tour guide replied, sighing in annoyance as he did so. “Let’s just… keep an eye on him… it shouldn’t be too much longer now until he’s done and can be whisked away.” He reassured them all, after which, he pulled out his device from earlier, and began to contact more of his workers. As he did that, Charlie and the rest of the sinners returned to watching Angel expand.

From his close-by distance from the re-appeared tour guide, Angel heard the bombshell dropped by him. Before he could speak up regarding his very fate of turning into a blueberry, a strong sense of pressure rose up from his orb-like belly, rising through his insides and up his throat, towards the top of him, and culminating into a grandiose bloat that affected his entire face, as well as his two eyes, which up to that point, had been one of the only two parts of him unaffected by his change in colour. As of now, however, that was no longer the case.

GLOOOOORP!!!

“MMMPPHH!!!” Angel loudly moaned, feeling his entire face puff up with blueberry juice. The cheeks on his face swelled up to more than double their petite state, with each one closely rivaling the size of handheld sports balls that jiggled with any slight shift in movement. Alongside this facial surge of juice, his two primary eyes, both of them lacking irises, possessing magenta ones surrounded by a distinct sclera each from one another, began to transform. His left eye, sporting a darker burgundy colour that encircled its colourful centrepiece, were washed away as two colours of blue and black invaded it and his iris, respectively. Although, upon closer inspection, one would end up discovering that there was no pure black colour on the majority of this eye of his, for the slightest sight of a deeply-dark blue could be made out, leaving the far lighter shade of blue to take over his iris. As for his right one and its pale-yellow sclera, it was washed away and replaced by an incoming misty light blue, bare in its noticeability but subtle enough to notice its particular shift in hue, all while its specific iris underwent the same transformation in appearance as his left one. These rich colours of blue and their extremely different shades swept through his eyes, wiping away any former semblance of themselves in a slow few seconds from one side of them to the other. From this latest occurrence, literally no part of Angel (aside from his gold tooth) stayed the same in colour, shape, size, and heaviness.

Once his face and eyes changed up in accordance to everything else around and below them, Angel’s insides continued brewing juice at an increasing, alarming rate, filling him up from within, and forcing his belly and his entire body to expand without restraint. Unless, one was to look at his stretching, juice-soaked tracksuit and call that a line of defense towards his blue physique. In desperation, Angel attempted to reach his stubby arms out and grab his juice-filling flesh. He clumsily, albeit managed, to feel himself again in this regard with all of his arms, all over his greatly-dense chest-fluff and behemoth of a belly, trying to push down and stop himself from growing, as though that would stop his incessant swelling. At the same time, he was able to touch his bare body, watching his blue digits sink into his chest and midsection with even the slightest push into them, as he heard grandiose sloshing come from within.

All throughout the living (or dead?) fruit’s growing form, other subtler shifts took place unto himself. At the centre of his glowing stomach, which had become the largest feature on his swelling self, the spider’s navel began to deepen, shifting in its appearance to sink into his groaning middle by a great amount, ending with a decent increase in width; all as it continued to sit along the purple stripe that ran down it. Elsewhere, his four arms went on to start growing wider, the same liquid contents as the rest of Angel’s body flooding them at a relentless pace, making them harder to bend and use all-too much. Most noticeable of all from the unmistakable sensations it brought onto him, his massive crotch had swelled up to such round properties that it began to be his only anchor against the floor, forming an enormous lower half of the sphere that the rest of him was shaping up to be.

Right as he grew dangerously-close to losing mobility, Angel felt another odd sensation run its course through his inflating self. With every second that went by during this particular time, he felt as if everyone else below him were all getting smaller. Upon noticing this, it took him several seconds to realize that they weren’t shrinking, but rather, he was growing taller! As if being a nine-foot-tall spider wasn’t freakishly-tall enough, the abundant swelling caused him to shoot up several feet in a matter of seconds, incrementally-so. From everyone else’s perspective, it all looked as though the never-ending juice filling the superstar needed him to simply grow bigger and taller to accommodate it all. As if such a change in size wasn’t strange enough, Angel felt another odd feeling encompass his head. Although he couldn’t feel anything painful about what was now going on with it, it too began to grow a little bit bigger, as though trying to keep up in size compared to the rest of him, albeit in a manner that did not leave him with another disproportioned body part.

While he continued to feel himself up with all four hands, both of these body parts proceeded to round out to a degree where they could no longer exist on their own merits. As more juice poured into Angel’s insides, stretching him out all the more, his chest and stomach slowly, yet promptly merged, becoming one rounded shape that now made up his entire front side. During this latest bodily abnormality, Angel’s arms widened to the point where they could hardly move anymore, causing him to lose grip of the handfuls of his body he had pressed into and grabbed onto. In the following several seconds, he had no choice but to let go of them, unwillingly letting them round out monumentally, lurching out from his bizarre form. On the opposite side, his back, which had grown dense from the surge of liquid inside of him, alongside both buttcheeks right below it, proceeded to merge together as well, taking on an incredulously-round shape of their own as they formed the other half of Angel’s ball-like physique. But even with that major shift in shape completed, he still had much more to endure.

The demons now below him watched on in awe, forced into having to look upwards more and more to even spot the expanding spider. In the chaos of Angel’s spherical form growing higher to accommodate his new liquid companion, his rounded crotch, pushing against the floor in an increasingly-prominent fashion, lifted his enormously-bloated legs into the air, which a concerned Angel went on to flail, not knowing what exactly was happening to them as they could no longer stay planted on the ground as time kept on passing. As a silver lining, however, the monumental weight that all of this juice put onto his legs dissipated as soon as they left the ground, no longer straining them, and allowing Angel to let out a content sigh from his bloated cheeks; an incredibly short-lived feeling amidst his intense, internal welling-up. With every increase in size and swelling that inflicted his crotch, an elicit moan was forced out of the demon, unable to hold back the consistent feeling of his enlarging nether-regions rubbing against the cold ground it sat upon; during which, his present purple blush intensified in relation to it.

By this point, in the middle of his growing height and loss of using his legs, Angel’s belly had grown to such enormous proportions that before everyone watching, including the blue spider-demon himself, it began to overtake much of his body parts, engulfing them in a steady, simultaneous occurrence. In its unstoppable outwards push, his orb of a middle began to swallow up his widened limbs, forcing them inside his changing shape, while forming divots where they could once be used with ease. In this current development, all Angel could do was flail them around, utilizing the last of their mobility before completely entering his juice-filled form, leaving only his hands and feet exposed, which he continued to flail from time-to-time. With his neck already having been swallowed up into his body, all that was left for Angel’s head to do was to suffer a similar fate, as much like his arms and legs, it too fell victim to being forced into his gargantuan blue centre, sinking inwards and leaving only the top half of his face visible to those who looked up at it; primarily his eyes. “Mmph!! I- I can’t look around! Why can’t I move my head!?” He cried out to the best of his ability, but the sunken-in nature of his head mixed with his bloated face made his attempt at getting help go mostly unnoticed.

Once his rounded middle had engulfed his limbs and head, it didn’t take much longer for the incessant swelling that had inflicted Angel’s entire form to mainly subside, finally ceasing and letting the spider-demon have some relief from his maddeningly-tight sensations; to the point where he felt close to bursting into many scraps of clothing and flesh. At the end of this transformation, Angel towered over everyone below him by more than thrice his already-tall stature, the likes of which had once been the norm for him. In his all but final form from chewing a tiny, seemingly insignificant stick of gum, there Angel sat, barely able to look down and see his fellow demons looking up at him in astonishment and fear. A gigantic, purple-spotted, juice-stained and juice-filled blueberry, only able to rock in place from side to side, as his unusable limbs flailed around in his ongoing panic. A sticky, enormous sphere that moaned, groaned, whimpered, and gurgled endlessly, through external and (mainly) internal means. That insanely-full stomach of the spider’s would not shut up, constantly burbling and growling in his transformed state, with faint chewing coming from all the way up his immobile shape.

His top and bottom clothing had conformed around his ball of a body, stretching beyond their capable limits, resulting in most of his rounded middle being exposed in complete barrenness. The former of which covered up around his chest area (save for his greatly-fluffy chest), and the latter most of his lower half. This occurrence, which showed off nearly all of his burbling belly, its glowing purple centre, purple body stripe, and stretched hide, also showcased another bizarre demonstration of the spider’s new form. Due to the overwhelming pressure that plagued him across every inch imaginable, a small dribble of juice began to leak out from his navel, allowing for a minimal, yet fortunate lessening in said overwhelming sensation. It very slowly formed a miniscule puddle of the spider’s bodily blueberry juice, that would only go on to make him and his already sticky clothing only more soaked.

“Mmph! Get all dish’ juish outta me!!” Angel blurted out, juice spewing out from between his lips as well. Before he could be left in the current stance of his blueberry of a body for much longer, the clear-cut, prominent sound of a door opened up. The spider-berry could not sense anything else about that noise, for it was the only sense that worked with much effectiveness, compared to the rest of his severely-altered body. For Charlie, Arackniss, and the rest of the gang, however, they all took in a sight that they had only just similarly witnessed not long ago. From the other side of the Inventing Room that sat far behind the gigantic blue sphere before them, the large, circular door pushed all the way out, showing hints of a long passageway beyond it, with fog emitting out of it. Emerging from inside, several imps – the same kind of workers who had come out when Husk had been in the middle of his incident – showed themselves. All of them, with their slight, individual differences in height, markings, hair, and further variables in appearance, all wore different outfits than the ones from the Chocolate Room, taking the form of shiny, silvery, one-piece jumpsuits that somehow managed to both stand out from the abstract machines and colours that lingered within the room, and blend in to an extent from the floor they proceeded to walk on, marching out of the doorway and towards the rocking, sloshing fruit.

“Wha- whatsh happenin’?” Angel asked as loud as he could, his blue eyes darting around, some of his words being impacted in delivery from his juice-filled head and face. He was met with a resounding silence from everyone else; his words going unnoticed. All around the blue spider-demon, he could hear many small footsteps emanate closer and closer, practically surrounding him from far below his gurgling hide. In no time at all, these sounds encircled the giant fruit, before they could all be heard stepping towards his front-side. At ground level, the rest of the demons watched as the imps stood right before Angel’s bare belly, rounded out in glorious fashion. Before the swollen spider knew it, multiple hands started to press and prod his exposed middle, feeling cool and squishy to the touch for both the spider - which he felt more than anyone else, given that this was now his body - and the imps, whose gloves had already stained with juice from this kind of contact. Nevertheless, they proceeded to move their hands into Angel’s burgeoning middle, causing him to moan from the pressure they inflicted onto him.

These small, yet insistent pushes added-up into a strong sensation that Angel felt in spades. During which, he felt his rocking body move back and forth a bit more than it had been up to this point. These movements grew stronger with the increasing pushing that the imps made onto his berry of a belly, culminating into one enormous, simultaneous push that resulted in the spider-demon rolling backwards, watching his limited vision swing in that same direction as he let out an instinctive scream. “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!” He released from his swollen mouth, unable to do much of anything as he was pushed onto his back, giving him a view of the ceiling that he nearly rivalled in height, truly speaking volumes about the gargantuan size he had grown up to at this point. From far down-below, Arackniss stared up at his blueberry of a brother, gobsmacked over the fact that he had blown up to many times his formerly-nonexistent width and towering height. He, the Candymaker, and all the other demons watched on, seeing the group of imps struggle to push Angel towards the direction of the giant door they came out of.

The tinier demons, both in comparison to the other sinners and the swollen Angel, proceeded to push into his body in a forward and upwards direction, rolling him in a slowly-accumulating momentum. Throughout the ordeal, Angel felt his insides of juice sloshing, as multiple hands pressed into the different, albeit spherical parts of him that just so happened to roll into direct contact. These hands pushed into his figuratively and literally juicy behind, which his asscrack continued to show off from the lack of maddeningly-tight fabric that could no longer cover it. They incidentally felt up his dense back, fluffy chest, and gargantuan belly alongside his tushy, leading to a select number of moans coming from the typically turned-on spider. Slowly, Angel’s point of view no longer lingered on the Inventing Room’s ceiling, or anything for that matter. “Wait! Wait- wait-wai-!” Angel desperately shouted through dribbles of juice leaking out from his mouth, trying to plead with the imps to stop in their current actions. Alas, no such thing ever happened, with his loud speaking disappearing underneath the cold floor, leading to many muffled groans and whimpers being partially audible from its short-lived disappearance.

With no control, he found his sunken-in head being pushed into the floor, briefly disappearing from view as it painlessly, though uncomfortably, smooshed against the metallic ground. During the handful of seconds it vanished for, Angel’s head almost entirely saw only the black lack of lighting down there, except for the brief glimpses of light that did shine through, only showing him more of the blue colour he had turned into. Feeling the top of his enlarged head touch the shiny floor under it, the blue spider rolled against it and came out the other end, where he would then be returned to his upright position, before going through the same motion again. When he did emerge for the first time, relief just as much sunk into him as his limbs and head had into his own body moments earlier. “MMmmmpphh…” Angel moaned in defeat, eyes briefly crossed, reeling from the squished sensation his head just experienced. Even throughout that and the many additional times it would go through that again, his jaw continued to chew the same stick of gum that got him into this mess (besides his own actions). Before he knew it, the giant blueberry found himself moving faster, in steadily-growing increments. His head barely catching a glimpse of Charlie and the gang watching from below, the Inventing Room that he could see a lot more of from his height, plus the darkness and increasing pressure of his head pressing into the ground, only to emerge again, and for Angel’s entire experience of being rolled in one complete motion to take place again and again and again and again. For every added time that Angel’s sunken head pressed into the cold, metallic floor and into his spherical body, an irresistible moan escaped from his bloated cheeks amidst the other, now naturally-occurring, noises from his internals.

Seemingly never-ending and only making his situation all the more nauseating and messier, as especially evident by the trail of blueberry juice his leaking mouth and bellybutton let out, Angel continued being rolled from where he initially transformed, further down the path of the Inventing Room; still having a ways to go until he reached the exit. For the imps pushing him around and around, however, their struggles only grew more prominent with time. It didn’t help that he continued to swell, his new body producing all the more juice in its new biological programming. The juice-filled spider could feel himself stretch out further, his body forced to hold even more amounts of liquid that subtly rounded out and tightened his clothing in impossible bouts. This, and his slow, steady rolling went on for what the fruit perceived as an eternity. During which, he could feel his insides churning away, never giving him a rest as juice kept on swirling and puffing him up, something which he tried addressing to the others far below.

“Guys… I’m schtill getting’ bigga’… mmmph….” He spoke in a whimper, more juice oozing from between his puckered lips. All everyone else could hear from him was a resounding muffle, again making his words largely ignored. From high above his blueberry of a body, Angel’s head, which had greatly bloated up with juice, while sinking into his own foreign form, continued filling up, as his cheeks rounded outwards to thrice their once-slim selves. Through it all and overriding all of the various sensations and sounds that he felt and let out, one defining feeling and noise alerted Angel more than anything else that came before it.

CCRRRRRKKKKKKKK…. GRRRRRRNNN…

As if his continued swelling didn’t spell out any further concern at all, emerging sounds of creaking echoed throughout the room, reaching everyone and making all but the Candymaker realize that Angel would very well reach the end of his limits at some point, his hide beginning to sound off from the overwhelming amount of juice that poured into him from within. “That doesn’t sound good. Let’s just hope they make it to the Juicing Room in time.” The tour guide concerningly spoke, yet accentuating it in a neutral tone, while still alarming the others from what he just said. “The… Juicing Room?” Charlie confusedly asked, raising an eyebrow all the while. “That’s correct.” He simply replied; the current ambiguity of which still left the others concerned. “What are they going to do with him there?” Niffty asked the Candymaker, approaching and looking up at him as she spoke, before returning her gaze towards the rolling Angel. “Well… they’re going to squeeze all of that juice out of him.” He began, before being interrupted by another one of his guests. “Juice him?!?” Are ya fuckin’ insane?!” Arackniss angrily shouted at him, nearly ready to inflict any form of pain onto the Candymaker for what happened to his brother; despite their rocky, decades-long relations with one another.

“I suggest you take a breather there, good sir. I never made him chew the gum. That was aaaall him.” He politely advised and pointed out. “Plus, if we don’t juice him soon, he’ll most certainly explode. You all heard him creaking away, didn’t you?” He answered with his usual hint of glee, despite the grim possibility mentioned, as he pointed out that audible observation to Charlie and the remaining sinners she brought along on the tour. Needless to say, everyone except Alastor’s concerns grew enormously right then and there. “Won’t he be okay after he’s been juiced?” Charlie nervously questioned the tour guide. He quickly returned her concern, with an even more troubling truth. “I believe so, although don’t expect him to fully return to his former self.” “What exactly do you mean by that?” Vaggie asked him, her unease towards him having grown all the more from what she just watched occur with Angel.

“Well… his insides have most likely mutated into that of a blueberry… he’s not going back to complete normalcy.” “Is that so?” Alastor chimed in, breaking a long silence from observing the massive, azure spider, sounding surprised and awestruck in his verbal delivery. “How horrifically fascinating!” He cheerfully added quickly after. Aside from the Radio Demon, everyone either looked at their tour guide in a combination of fear, concern, and anger, or at the sloshing blueberry that Angel Dust has turned into. In an attempt to break the growing frenzy of silent, internally rising emotions, the Candymaker spoke up. “To be fair, he did get what he deserved. I did warn him after all, along with the rest of you. Now look at him… big, blue, and stuck chewing that piece of gum for who knows how much longer. Oh well… he’ll learn to live, or rather, exist, with the consequences.” From there, he proceeded to walk forwards, in the same direction that the imps were pushing Angel in. “C’mon… why don’t we follow them? You can all see what happens to your friend, and your brother.” The tour guide offered to the remaining guests, mentioning Arackniss’s relation to the enormous blueberry. After a few seconds, they all accepted with bits of caution brewing around, following the Candymaker as he followed Angel and the imps, moving past the trail of leaked juice.

Somewhat further ahead from the other demons, Angel could hear little to none of the conversation unfolding not far from the bottom of his blueberry body, as endless gurgling and sloshing now overwhelmed his sense of hearing. He had no idea what laid ahead for him, unlike his friends, brother, and tour guide below. Right before his current plight of rolling and sloshing could become an absolute eternity in sheer feeling, he and the imps rolling him finally approached the door, now shaped just like Angel. What was once an enormous, circular-shaped tunnel that he definitely could have walked through with ease, was now an extremely-tight squeeze for the blueberry spider to have to be pushed into; all as he faced towards it, having been turned around earlier during his long process of being rolled. For a little while, the imps struggled to roll him inside, grunting in their careful yet insisting pushes, with how the doorway and the tunnel leading down from it had become ever-so slightly too small for Angel.

The blueberry, in the meantime, continued to flail his hands in their sunken state, moaning with every attempted push the workers made at getting him inside. Many of these futile attempts came and went, with each one resulting in more juice pumping Angel up into a larger, more spherical size and shape. Hoping to get someone’s attention from the group he first arrived with, Angel let out one final cry for help, however miniscule his volume of speech now was. “H- hewp me…” The immobile spider weakly spoke, letting more juice dribble from his maw, as one last simultaneous push from the workers managed to get him inside the tunnel, where he immediately felt his body subtly press into and squish against its circular shaped hallway, coloured in a spiral pattern of white and navy blue that stretched down the corridor. Right as Angel was led further through the dark tunnel that looked to run for a long distance - one that he now barely fit inside of at a vastly-growing rate - he managed to hear one last instance of his brother’s voice, before being left with the constant sounds and sensations of juice further burbling and bloating him up. “Tony… ya fuckin’ imbecil.” From there, despite the tightening squeeze inside, the imps carried on, rolling Angel further into the unknown tunnel.

GLOOP! GLORP! SLOOOOORRSSHHH…

From that moment onward, Angel couldn’t recall exactly everything that happened to him in his immobile state. Being rolled in those unending tunnels for what seemed like forever eventually led him to rest and sleep a little bit, to the point where his sloshing body seemed to help compel him to such a soothing, resting state. Even with the unending pressure keeping him awake somewhat; something that never stopped welling up inside him. Before he could realize it, both of his blue eyes shut themselves for a short time, until his head once again pressed against the floor and came out from the other end of it, courtesy of his constant rolling. It woke him up again, leaving him that way for the rest of the trip to the Juicing Room, with some semblance of fear and mostly fullness still lurking around within all that accumulating juice. As Angel continued to be transported from the Inventing Room, a small part of himself in the back of his mind thought that he was done for; that he would burst from the immense, unignorable pressure that pushed his hide to the absolute limits and then some. Such a formerly-luxurious body as the blue spider’s was never meant to be stretched to limits like these, let alone with unending gallons of blueberry juice that never stopped making him expand. Regardless, all he could do in his current state was nervously anticipate the uncertain fate that awaited him.

An unknown amount of time later, Angel was awoken by the sudden stoppage of his spherical blue body with his head at the top, alongside a series of loud, ominous sounds of whirring machinery. “Wha- whatsh going on here?” He tiredly asked, with no answer finding its way to him. Instead, he was forced to see for himself the enormous space ahead. Right in front of the massive wriggling blueberry spider were two metallic doors that were each shaped akin to a half-circle. When combined, both of them joined together to form a complete circular shape, much like the doorway into the tunnel back at the Inventing Room. Unlike that previous entryway, however, these outright doors seemed noticeably smaller than Angel, leading him to gulp in fear, tasting a torrent of juice that ran down his throat. As he pondered more about just how he would fit through them, another prominent sound of machinery could be heard throughout the indoor space, echoing around the demon as the two doors opened up. In a matter of seconds, they were both pushed all the way to their respective sides, where the spherical blueberry’s solution to his growing problem could now be seen.

Clearly sporting blue and purple stains aplenty, suggesting prior use over time, the Juicing Room had the appearance of a modernistic machine, yet its many miniscule holes of drainage all over the floor gave it a freaky aura. It was surrounded by glass walls, allowing anyone to watch it in operation as they wished, as well as the unfortunate subject who had no choice but to be subjected to it. Also like the doorway into the tunnel, as well as the two metallic doors that had just split up in their opening, the Juicing Room looked a tad bit too small for Angel to properly, or rather, comfortably fit into. Nevertheless, and for the sake of saving him before imminently bursting, the imps did their all to press on his squishy behind, as his head leaned towards the inside of his latest destination. “Hey… HEY!! Don’t put me in dere! I got a bad feeling about dish place.” Angel pleaded, trying to communicate with the exhausted imps who were just as peeved that they had another bratty blueberry to deal with.

Without any further delay, Angel was rolled inside the Juicing Room’s centre, as he kept on feeling himself swell up bigger and juicier; his body making itself riper and denser. He now sat atop of a square-shaped, metallic platform that he was left on, as the workers finally finished their task, taking off, and leaving the blueberry spider in peril. In his latest position, being rolled onto his squishy belly, Angel rocked back and forth, much like he did back when he blew up to humungous proportions. The juice inside him sloshed about with every slight movement, echoing throughout his body and the slightly cramped, tightening room, reaching his senses alongside further creaking. In the proceeding seconds that Angel was left alone in there, waiting for what would happen next, he could sense all areas of his massively-round form press and squish into the glass walls surrounding him.

His limited vision managed to grant him access to such a sight, seeing juice stains from his tracksuit seep onto the glass somewhat, plentifully soaking them while still leaving the fabric the way it had become. Through these stains, as well as clear spots that were apparent across half of the walls’ spaces, Angel took note of a few imps by a massive control panel, located in front of him, right outside of the Juicing Room; several feet away from the glass walls. During his limited observations, where he noticed the outside of the Juicing Room was lit in a fairly bright manner, one of them hit a few buttons and moved a few levers, as the blue-eyed spider-demon spotted his brother and friends, standing close to the in-use control panel, with the Candymaker watching the spectacle that was about to unfold for the demonic blueberry.

BZZZZ!! WHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRR… WSSSHHH!!!

Behind the massive fruit, the doors proceeded to close, letting out a stark hissing sound, while causing his juice-filled rear-end to deeply press into those metal doors from inside, eliciting another moan from the spider. “Mmmphh… HEY! Careful back dere….” He cried out with a hint of pleasure. From right outside the two glass panels that pressed into Angel’s sides, two metallic presses emerged from the ground, obscuring the giant blueberry’s view around him by half. No later after they showed themselves from underground, those same glass walls descended into the floor, resulting in Angel’s swelling sides shifting slightly, now squishing against the metal sides of the room. Nervousness exuded from his juicy form, his frantic eyes watching on as they disappeared. His hands and feet uselessly flailed in expressing this feeling, unsure of what was set to happen next. He didn’t have to wait too much longer to find out, for in a slow, steady movement, the metal walls began to push into Angel’s body, squishing him further as the monumental pressure inside of the demon began to reach peak levels. The blueberry could feel his bubbling juice shift and rise from his insides, weak moans and whimpers slipping from his mouth amidst increasing dribbles of juice. Despite the increased sensations of bursting on the horizon, these walls did no such thing. Instead, they slowly closed in on him, causing a prominent stream of juice to leak out of his navel and mouth; in far more quantities than what leaked during his initial rolling.

Angel’s eyes began to roll back slightly as juice poured from both orifices, cascading down his blue, sticky physique, and falling into the many drains beneath him. He simultaneously experienced the closeness to popping outright, while being relieved by the welling pressure stemming from his internals. A cacophony of moans and groans fell out as much as the juice; the likes of which grew with time, and the insistence of those metal panels squeezing him a great deal. The limbless ends of his body twitched and flailed at a faster rate, as though it was his only way of coping with the overwhelming feelings being inflicted onto him. Coupled with the sounds of questionable pleasure, one could claim that this act of juicing wasn’t all-too far off from much of Angel’s usual activities; work-related or otherwise.

As this bizarre event carried on, from just outside the glass barriers of the Juicing Room, the remaining demons on the tour, plus their tour guide, watched on, as juice proceeded to leak out of Angel’s mouth and navel at increased quantities. Having taken their time so far, to ensure that Angel did not pop from enacting the procedure with haste, everyone outside stared on, as they all began to notice the spider-demon slowly shrink down in size. Slowly, through considerable increments, the magnificent sphere that Angel had embodied lost its upmost defined shape. With this lessening of his rotund nature came the reduction of his massive middle, slowly freeing up his limbs and head from their sunken fate. Even his cheeks lost their bloated nature, though his newly-coloured eyes remained, as did his hue. “Let’s see how much of that pesky juice can be squeezed out of him.” The Candymaker verbally pondered, rubbing a hand of his against his chin in contemplation; all as he stared on as his half-baked remedy. As he had mentioned earlier, complete normalcy would not be attainable for Angel. Severe biological transformations beyond what took place with his external appearance would now be mainstays for him.

Even when Charlie smiled in hope, watching a giant grinning Angel able to move his still-widened arms again, the tour guide’s expression lacked that same optimism, showing itself as neutral, while retaining his usual gleeful manner. This same hope as Charlie’s resided somewhere within Vaggie and Niffty, while Alastor remained his strongly-smiling self, thinking of how Angel idiotically put himself in this major predicament in the first place. Arackniss, on the other hand, more closely felt like the Radio Demon, albeit showcasing his usual dullness in emoting. Despite the slightly varying feelings and expressions across everyone watching Angel being squeezed like the fruit he had become, they all had the same thing on the mind, reinforced all the more as another loud gurgle let loose from the sinner’s gut: That from this point onward, only time would tell what shape and form Angel would ultimately end up in.

GGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGLLLLLE…

Walking down another, much more normal-sized tunnel compared to the one before, coloured and patterned the same as the one he was rolled through, Angel moved alongside Arackniss, who escorted him alongside a few of the Candymaker’s workers. The spider-brothers stood next to each other as they trekked along, with the imps following them from behind. Although they and Arackniss had no problem walking along the swirling path, Angel had his own difficulties in doing just that, as he slightly waddled from side to side, his whole form jiggling and sloshing in sync. Although Angel had now been juiced, he could not be completely rid of the sweet blue liquid. After all, he was now a walking, talking blueberry. His body would never revert back to its normal, un-mutated self. All it ever knew now was that it was a blueberry, constantly producing juice inside of itself. Not to mention, he remained blue and purple all-over, never to be washed out or ridden of for the rest of time.

Any sort of examination of his externals and internals would certainly reveal the most fascinating transformations, of major and minor scales alike. Angel did not know it just yet, in a true-enough manner, but he would soon swell back up, endlessly even, to the point of outgrowing his final, ball-esque size with the added risk of bursting. He could either keep himself in a spherical shape, truly embodying the appearance of a gigantic blueberry, or go through juicing after juicing, in order to regain nearly all of the normalcy he had before, never being able to go back completely to how he once was. Even then, his midway return to his former self would never last for too long, with his insides brewing juice to compensate for what it had lost. Ultimately, Angel’s body had the strict nature of being ripened to the best of its increasing abilities, further enabled by the same stick of gum that Angel kept on chewing; unable to stop as the sound of his jaws chomping into the wad echoed through the tunnel, annoying Arackniss in its never-ending nature.

The blue sinner’s body now primarily stayed stuck at his midpoint, teardrop-shaped state from his initial transformation. Perhaps even a bit more than that particular state, given that he was now always filling up with blueberry juice, though at a far slower pace. Although Angel’s once perfectly-fitting tracksuit had stretched to its upmost limits during his transformation and now stayed in that state, it still could not fully cover his enlarged, juice-retaining form, for it also remained stuck to his body. Unavoidable to any set of eyes, a juice-filled muffin-top now sat exposed, showing itself from the front all the way to his behind, even hinting at a significant bit of asscrack that looked thrice the size of his once-slim physical traits. From his egregiously-jiggling belly, it also showed off a still-deepened navel amidst his glowing purple belly, surrounded by a sloshing blue colouration, unmistakably representing the juice that would forever linger inside of him at his smallest state possible, while subtly expanding him with what his new body produced from here on out.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was blue and noticeably sloshing, still forced to waddle considerably as he moved along, the average demon would have thought he had grown chubby, even outright fat. But alas, that was far from the case. Especially with how obvious the permanent effects of his self-inflicted transformation were. By all means, his body retained a good amount of the juice that it had produced, and would continue to form at its own rate. As if that wasn’t a lot to take in and grow accustomed to, his stomach constantly growled and groaned, making itself a loud nuisance in an immensely uncontrollable fashion, as though it continually tried to communicate to Angel. For what seemed like a long while, the five demons progressed down the hall, with Arackniss mainly in his usual gloomy mood intertwined with feeling annoyed, and Angel mindlessly chewing away at his juicy-tasting gum, thinking little of his irreversible form, and the imps casually trailing them from closely behind. Despite being stuck in such a majorly irreversible condition, Angel chose to try and downplay it all, despite his moans and cries for help earlier. To aid him in that, he brought out his jokey, mischievous persona – the very thing that led him to this precise moment – as a way to make himself feel somewhat alright over the latest accident in the factory, being his own.

Right as they reached the end of the tunnel, Arackniss stopped in his tracks, turning to face and look up at the even taller Angel, who had grown an extra foot from being stretched to his spherical limits just earlier.
“I can’t believe ya went and did dat to yerself, ya fuckin’ idiot.” He began in an annoyed tone, being met with an uncaring glare by Angel’s blue eyes. “So what? I’m pretty much da first demon ta ever have dis gum. If you were me, you’d have done da same thing.” Angel happily replied without a care in the afterlife, much to his already-uncaring brother’s bewildered reaction to hearing that. Arackniss promptly fired back verbally at his brother. “Absolutely fuckin’ not! I’m nothin’ like yer juice-riddled ass. More importantly, I’m not as stupid as you are, eitha.” All Angel showed as any form of acknowledgement of these recent words flung his way was a roll of the eyes and a dumb grin growing along his face. Arackniss, needless to say, found his simple, yet strongly-conveying shift in expression infuriating.

“Are ya really dat thick in da head? Yer a fuckin’ fruit-person now!... fruit-demon, more like it…” The black-furred sinner asked and pointed out in that order, much to the continued ignorance of the far taller demon right in front of him. Several seconds went by in the developed silence that formed between the brothers. The only prominent sounds that came up in their latest increase in tension between one another were the ones of gurgling that came from Angel’s stomach. Hearing them carry on strongly, echoing through the tunnel, Angel looked down at his exposed, glowing middle, using his lower hands to grab and squeeze it a fair amount. This predictably led to a further onslaught of groans and sloshes emanating from it, leading the blue spider to smile and blush purple, while the black-furred one formed no such reaction to it. Arackniss, done with this attempt at talking to his juice-filled brick wall of a blueberry for a brother, let out a defeated sigh, bringing their chat to one last topic for the time being, with a few weak swears being muttered before doing such a thing.

“Anyways, I gotta get back to da tour. Everyone else is waitin’ fa me.” The shorter spider told the nonchalantly-chewing Angel. “Dat candy-guy was tellin’ me dat yer supposed ta go somewhere wit’ dese workers of his. Not sure what for, but my guess is dat it has ta do wit’ you bein’ a blueberry now.” Angel let go of his stomach, which jiggled for a considerable while afterwards. “If he says so, I guess.” He casually spoke, feeling nothing wrong about his current predicament. “Hope ya have a good rest of da tour then.” The blueberry went on to sarcastically tell Arackniss, who now began to walk ahead of the standing Angel and few imps, facing towards the way they had been walking in. The shorter demon began to head out through the tunnel’s exit, turning around to look at Angel once more and tell him “I hope ya rememba dat you did dis ta yerself. Maybe I’ll see yer bloated ass later.”

Angel, letting his sarcasm continue on, responded with “If dat’s what makes ya feel betta.” Before Arackniss could fully leave Angel behind, however, the blue spider caught his attention once more. “Wait! Before ya go, I gotta ask ya somethin’… do dese pants make my butt look big?” Angel asked his brother with a tinge of nonchalant and teasing in his voice, as he turned himself around across a few rotational waddles, showcasing the current size of his enlarged, exposed behind. Arackniss didn’t even bother with a verbal response at first, initially scoffing and allowing his upper-right hand to facepalm against his utterly frustrated face. “Ya fuckin’ blueberry.” The shorter spider verbally tossed towards the now-waddling fruit, his internal juices sloshing along with every slow, yet careful movement he made towards the tiny, slim spider. Before Angel could catch up to Arackniss, he went on ahead, going his own way and catching up with the rest of the tour group. “I’ll see ya later then!” The sloshing spider-berry shouted at his departing brother, with no firm acknowledgement of those words coming back to him.

As Arackniss continued down the current path of the candy factory, Angel went through the same tunnel he did, soon exiting from it. Once he emerged on the other side of it, before he could try and catch up with Arackniss and the tour group, one of the imps tugged on his stretched bottoms, specifically the part of the material that tightly hugged what covered his sloshy behind, briefly exposing it furthermore, whilst grabbing his attention as he awkwardly turned himself around. The cold air of the factory brushed against his unintentionally revealed cheeks, making the spider shudder as the two collided, as his entire form jiggled without hesitance from his movements. With the three imps looking up at the towering blue spider, one of them pointed to another part of the factory, alluding that he was to be promptly taken there. “Oh? We’re goin’ ova dere? Well then… lead da way.” A content Angel told them all, as the workers walked ahead of him, making sure the large, mobile (for now) blueberry followed them through more halls and rooms of various contraptions and treats.

The imps helped Angel to reach his next destination, somewhere within the bowels of the factory; a place where he could be monitored and observed, with some examination intended for him too. All hopefully before he swelled up to the point of immobility for a second time. It was as he waddled about, unable to ignore his stomach’s constant internal noises, that Angel pondered about his new form and its distinct, yet freakish properties. Even though he practically inflicted this transformation onto himself, the sinner never stopped chewing that mushed-up wad of juice-stained chewing gum, for that same, singular piece undid Angel Dust’s eternal figure of pristine being, into a blue, sticky, sloshing giant of a spider-demon. A blueberry-demon, as he would therefore be forever known as.