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Charlie and the chocolate factory
The reunion
Chapter thirteen: facing the nation
Charlie sighed as he and Willy walked down to the chocolate room for breakfast with his parents. Screw the press they were two pregnant and hungry men, if the press and the nation were desperate to hear from them then they could dam well wait a Millennium for all they cared.
When they reached the cosy like shack Mrs. Bucket quickly noticed her son and Willy were looking more then a tad on the stressed side that morning.
Mr. Bucket also noticed and asked “what is it you two, is morning sickness still giving you both hell? I know it is with your mother, now I know what, is the matter with her.”
Charlie pinched the bridge his nose and explained “no more then usual, it’s just that, even as we speak the main front gates of the factory are swamped with the press.”
Mr. and Mrs. Bucket looked horrified. Willy added “it seems not only the new modified version of Wonka and Bucket’s delights had the same effect, we never marketed that after what happened to me and Charlie. It seems the original also causes the same symptoms.”
Mr. Bucket asked “I take it more then a couple of males of the world are now sporting the same problem as you and Charlie, aren’t they?”
Willy nodded and replied “yes it would seem that way. Have you read the morning paper yet?” Mr. Bucket shook his head “no, actually I was just about to read the copy an oompa-loompa dropped off for me ten minutes ago when you two arrived.”
Mrs. Bucket without being asked to retrieved the new paper from where she had left it when the oompa-loompa had delivered it. She passed it to her husband and begun to read over his shoulder.
Ten minutes later when they were both finished, both older Buckets looked ill. They eyed their son and the man who had come to be a true and close friend to them, and now he was like a second son, since he and Charlie became a couple.
They all turned when Lizzy came down the old rickety stairs and into the kitchen. She noticed the tenseness in the air but did not comment, best not to she figured. They’d tell her if they wanted her to know. She was amazing like that especially for someone as young as she.
Willy looked at the little girl he had named after his mother he said “you have school this morning. You’re going to have to skip it, I’m sorry little Lizzy but you’d never get out of the front gates in one piece. The press would take one look at you and know you were Charlie’s sibling, you are after all the female copy of him.”
Lizzy frowned “press? Why are the press going to stop me from getting to school?” Charlie commented “well Lizzy you understand that it is not usually known or possible for a man to have babies right?”
Lizzy nodded and eyed him as if he had grown a second head; of course she knew that, what did her brother take her for, an idiot or what?”
Charlie nodded and grinned slightly her look more then told him what she was thinking. He continued “well sis, me and Willy have proved that notion wrong.” He nodded to Willy who nodded in return.
They opened the first button on their coats and revealed their noticeable rounded stomachs. Lizzy’s brown eyes widened considerably. She point to their stomachs and silently asked with her eyes if it were so. Both Charlie and Willy nodded to her unasked question.
She asked in disbelief “So I’m gonna be someone’s auntie?” Both Charlie and Willy along with her parents chuckled and nodded. She was amazed she always thought men were not supposed to have babies.
She asked “but why are the press outside the factory?” Willy replied “because your brother and I accidentally created a sweet mixture that makes both men and women pregnant. Lots of men have become pregnant after eating mine and your brothers sweet.
And as you know men are not supposed to have babies. So the press and the world want to know why and how we made it possibly, even if we didn’t mean to.”
Charlie finished “and because there are a lot of annoying press outside, you would never be able to get passed them, there is just too many. So we need to hope for the best that there aren’t so many tomorrow.”
Willy turned to Mrs. Bucket “you might want to consider ringing Lizzy’s school and explain why she can’t get into school today. Don’t worry about explaining the reason for all that un-wanted press outside the gates; they’ll know if they read the news paper like any other civilized human being.”
After eating a quick breakfast Charlie and Willy grumbled and made their way to the front of the factory. They took a deep breath and took one of the large tall doors each and pulled them open to reveal the outside world.
They were met with uproar and the sound of cameras clicking and flashing. There was hundreds and hundreds of press out side the large tall steel gates. There were even film crews from several news shows.
Charlie mumbled “fuck me.” Willy mumbled back “not yet love.” Charlie turned and glared at a smirking Willy.
Charlie sighed as did Willy as they walked closer to the gates, but not with in reaching distance. They did not want or need any body trying to grab hold of them.
All of a sudden, they all began to speak at once, firing question after questioned at the irritated choclatier’s. Charlie shook his head in disbelief and more then a little irritation. Willy shook his head and sighed in exasperation.
He walked forwards and reluctantly took hold of the wrist of a reporter with a microphone, thankful for the latex gloves covering his hands. He then placed his fingers in his mouth and blew a shrilly whistled down the microphone. It echoed very loudly, causing most reporters to cringe and cover their ears.
He spoke up coolly “one question at a time per reporter, it is impossible for either my self or Charlie to understand a thing any of you are saying.”
Charlie walked over to stand close to Willy, as a female reporter asked “were the two of you ever aware of what you had created before it was marketed to the nation and did you mean to intentionally create a sweet with that result in mind?”
Willy spoke “honestly I never had any intention of marketing sweets for adults; I and my partner specialize in children’s confections. The creation of Wonka and Buckets delights was purely accidental, and most certainly never planned or anticipated.”
Charlie added “originally we were creating a liquidated sweet mixture that would be a more pleasant option to those children who suffer from bad odorous breath.
Unfortunately after I along with Willy and an employee of ours tested the creation, we discovered it invoked a sexual stimulation with in seconds to whoever digested the liquidated confection.”
A male reporter asked “how and when did you discover the added effects Wonka and Buckets delights has on those who digest said product?”
Willy answered “we discovered it three months ago, when friends of ours accidentally tasted a new and modified version of the original sweet. When we discovered what it actually did, we immediately refused to have it made available to the nation. What we didn’t realise until recently was that the original sweet also had the same results.”
Charlie looked a Willy who nodded before he spoke “we discovered the effects when both I and my partner discovered our unusual conditions. Obviously we tested the product and have an intimate relationship, meaning we right along with those other men are in the same situation.”
Another reporter commented “so I presume you are both pregnant, with each others child?” Willy said “correct, we are both pregnant and less then trilled about it. It is highly uncomfortable and feels wrong; we are experiencing something we should never have had any part in.”
One reporter surprised both choclatier’s by happily commented “well, I for one am eternally grateful that you have created something of this nature, however unnatural it may seem.
I am two and a half months pregnant, until I ate your product I was infertile and unable to conceive. You have both given me and many other women and even men such a precious gift; you honestly both have no idea, do you?
You have given homosexual couples the ability to have their own children and start a family of their own; something without the two of you would have never been possible.”
One reporter asked “so it is safe to say the nation will continue to be able to buy your products for many more generations to come; that the Wonka and Bucket factory will be in business for a long time?”
Charlie and Willy smiled at this Willy said “naturally with my self and my partner now having combined both the Wonka and Bucket birth lines, our legacy will continue.”
Charlie and Willy silently communicated only the way two people in love could. They then both faced the press and opened the buttons holding their frock coats closed.
Some of the reporters actually gasped at the sight of the clearly pregnant choclatier’s. Cameras went off like crazy at the sight. Most noticed that both choclatier’s were rather quite large for three months. Someone asked “do you both know how many, future Wonka’s and Bucket’s will be joining the nation soon?”
Charlie replied “four children of both the Bucket and Wonka genes will be born in six months time. Both I and Willy are having twin’s each, so is a female friend of ours who also tested the product.
It seems people become most pregnant with twins having digested the product.” The women who praised both Charlie and Willy spoke up “he’s correct, I’m also having twins.”
After another twenty minutes of answering questions, Charlie and Willy called it a day and went back inside the factory much to the dismay of the reporters.
Over the next week or so both choclatier’s were stunned to discover most people were thanking them. Several women had written to the choclatier’s thanking them for making it possible for them to conceive when it had been impossible before they had taken Wonka and Buckets delights.
Homosexual couples wrote claiming them to be saints, that they had given the gay society such a precious gift. And to their utter disbelief people had taken to leaving gifts such as stuffed cuddly animals outside the factory gates for the unborn babies, with notes congratulating them and thanking them.
Even flowers and notes had been attached to the bars of the front gates, it was unbelievable. Willy and Charlie truly were touched by the way people were reacting.
The sales of their products had tripled, making their business even more successful and the two choclatier’s even more infamous all over the nation.
The only people to complain and protest were women rights groups, claiming that it was disgusting and freakishly unnatural, that they had destroyed a one woman’s true right that no man should ever have the right to experience and enjoy.
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