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Autumn into Spring	By : Moonpup Category: A through F > Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Views: 5883 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Disclaimer: Don’t own them, Roland Dahl does, I guess I own the babies!
Warning: slash Adult Charlie/Wonka, Mpreg!
This story hasn’t had any hot sex yet and I’m sorry, the plot doesn’t seem to drift that way, will try and negotiate with it soon.
ARRIVALS OF THE NEW WONKA GENERATION
Triplets.
Three babies.
Due any time soon.
Charlie could hardly believe nine months were gone.
Wonka was stunned to hear nine month had gone.
The Oompa Loompas were delighted.
Charlie lay on his bed, in the silence he expected the babe’s was asleep.
It was raining outside, Wonka came in.
“All quiet on the western front I see.”
“I think the babes are asleep.”
There was terrific clap of thunder.
Charlie held his swollen tummy.
“Maybe not.”
Wonka laughed and slipped in, stroking Charlie’s stomach, soothing the life inside.
“You sure you don’t want to know their sexes yet?”
“No, I want it to be a surprise, remember?” Charlie smiled and placed his hand on Wonka’s.
“You ok?”
“Of course my dear, the babes will be everything.”
The storm outside continued, making the babies kick.
“They’re scared.”
“That won’t do, I want it so that our babes will never be scared of anything, including strange men.”
Charlie grimaced.
“I’m horny.”
“Your always horny.”
“I can’t help it! My hormones are raging!”
“Excuses my dear.”
“Grrrr!”
“Your incredibly cute when your angry and horny.”
“Willy…..”
“Feeling like a Blowjob?”
“The babies are coming.”

Three hours later the doctor and a midwife were in the room and Charlie felt like hell.
The Oompas were dancing outside and Willy Wonka had fainted.
“Charlie we’re going to have to operate and take the babies out here.”
“Please! God! Shit the pain!…”
“We know Charlie, try to relax.”
Charlie could fell them administer the anaesthesia to his stomach. Wonka came round.
“Oh, my, goodness…..Charlie?”
“I’m here! Get your arse here now!”
Charlie squeezed his eyes shut.
He could hear the doctor in him, horrid squelching noise and then general uncomfortable feeling one feels when they can feel themselves being tugged even when they’re numb.
Charlie gritted his teeth, Wonka moved nearer, taking his hand.
Then there was the sound of crying.
A lot of crying.
Charlie slowly opened his eyes and looked at Wonka.
A few minutes later, The Doctor carefully placed and small bundle in Wonka’s arms, then two more in Charlie’s.
“Congratulations, two girls and a boy.”

Willy stared down at his son, taking in the tiny features that were peacefully asleep.
He looked over to Charlie, holding their daughters, smiling, crying, staring at Willy.
“Charlie……our children.”
Then Willy felt a cold sensation. Charlie’s children, his…..adopted children.
The rapist still hadn’t been caught.
That made Willy angry, boiling his blood with rage.
Oompa Loompas stared in, looking curiously at the babies then breaking out in little squeaks and jumps.
The Doctor looked pleased.
“Names?”
Charlie looked at Wonka.
“You choose one of the girl’s, I’ll choose the other and we jointly decided our son’s.”
Willy beamed and looked back down at his daughters.
“Juliet Marie Wonka.”
Charlie smiled.
“Perfect.”
The Doctor wrote it down.
Charlie cradled both girls, looking at the other one in thought.
“Elizabeth Louise Wonka.”
Elizabeth was his mother’s name.
Willy looked down at Juliet and Elizabeth, then moved to their son.
Their son slowly opened his eyes a crack, and gave an almost critical look over Willy.
He looked a lot like Charlie in many ways.
“How about Antinous Maximilius Wonka.”
Charlie looked a little surprised, then laughed.
“You named him after the lover of Emperor Hadrian of Rome?”
“Yes well, I thought it was good, and the Maximilius sounded good after Antinous.”
Charlie looked at his son, playing the name over on his lips.
“Yes, Antinous Maximilius Wonka it is then.”
The Doctor smiled and wrote the final name down then left along with the midwife who cooed over the new babes.
“Willy they are so beautiful, we have our family and our heirs…our life is complete.”
Wonka looked down
“All except in one thing.”
Charlie looked down too, suddenly realising that still after nine months of unaccountable horniness he and Willy still hadn’t made love, just foreplay that teased of things to come.
“Then that is what we tackle next, something to look forward to.”
He looked up, still sweaty and tired looking and a crease of concern appeared on his fine features.
“Do you feel bad?”
“About them not being…..yes I do, I love them with my whole heart yet there will always be a small cold piece of glass in my heart, telling me that they are not wholly mine.”
Charlie tilted his head looking at his children asleep in their arms.
“They are yours, perhaps not in blood and flesh, but they are yours by the law and by me, It is influence of the people that you grow up with, not your genes, which truly shape you.”
Wonka looked up and smiled at the thought.
Antinous stirred, a small kick of his tiny leg send an ache of love though Willy, a fierce devotion and protective state took over him, HIS children.
Willy kissed Charlie, then kissed all three of his children. Elizabeth appeared to make a small face at it which caused Charlie and Wonka to laugh.
“Character forming already.”
“I wish Mum and Dad could of seen this.”
A few days later Charlie and Wonka were walking around the factory, pushing their children in and special pram for carrying three babies. The Oompas, at work stopped briefly to try and look at the children from their high advantage in the confectionary garden.
Willy felt like one of those Victorian families who would proudly walking the streets showing off their new offspring. He and Charlie walked at a leisured pace, arm in arm and Charlie pushing the pram.
“Yes, they would have been so proud of you Charlie and I daresay, very willing to spoil their grandchildren!”
“And my grandparents, they would of just melted, they loved babies.”
“Yes.” Wonka thought of his own father, also dead, and what he might of thought of all this.
“I am sure he would have been very happy Willy, looked at how proud he was of you.”
Charlie had a knack of reading Willy like and open book sometimes.
Juliet made a wail and fussed.
“Hungry again?, this one’s going to turn into a chubby baby if she’s not careful.” Willy got a bottle and gently lifted his daughter out into his arms, placing the bottle near her lips so that she would find it and drink.
The Oompas “Ahhh”-ed at the sight and quickly moved when Wonka looked up.
“Hopeless sometimes…”
Charlie smiled, dressed in a long knee-length shirt and loose material trousers, all of a blue colour, he looked at Willy with concern.
“Willy….we need to talk about our little…..problem.”
Wonka turned to look at him.
“MY problem Charlie, it’s not you, it will never be you, your so sexy and full of physical need, willing to consummate us and I can’t. It’s ME not you.”
“None the less Willy, it affects both of us, are you scared of it?”
Wonka sighed and looked down at Juliet, still sucking.
“Yes I am, not of you but of myself. I am scared of hurting or frightening you not….”Performing” well enough to keep you happy and-”
“Willy! You could never do anything like hurt me, and I am completely certain that you are an amazing “performer” who will effortlessly make me happy and loved and cared for forever. Don’t be scared, I’m not, I am confident and I want us to need each other in such a way…..to enjoy each other in that way. I love you and I want you to fuck me.”
Wonka smiled at the comment. God he really wanted to do just that, get Charlie right now and do him.
Juliet nudged the bottle away, full up and Wonka patted her till she burped.
The other two moved, sensing one of their party was missing.
They mad their way to the nursery, which Wonka had spent months preparing. At the far wall were the three cribs, one pink, one blue and one purple. The walls had classic Winnie the pooh on it, a huge map of the hundred acres wood. In the other corners were toys of all sorts.
Everything was clean, tidy and bright.
Placing the children in their various beds, Charlie and Wonka left, afternoon naps for three very tired babes.
Charlie stood a moment longer at the door, lingering to look over his children in their sleep.
He then turned to Wonka and smiled.
“Now I think we should do something about you, eight inches is still on the table you know.”

CHAPTER FIVE (AND HOPFULLY SOME SEX) COMING SOON!
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