Blueberry Influencer!

Blueberry Influencer!

              “Heyo, heyo!  What is up, everyone? We are coming to you today from the quaint town of Galensburg!”  Helen held her phone up in front of her face.  “We are in the hometown that started the massive blueberry tend.”  She laughed.  “Now I know it will be just pain and torture for you all to wait for me to start, but I am going to eat my blueberry candy at various locations across this quaint little down for you all, each place more. . .”  She licked her lips.  “Troublesome then the last.  So, you just have to wait and see what we have in store, huh?”  She giggled.  “It will be a fun weekend in the town that put blueberries on the map.  In fact, I am going to put a poll into the chat right now for where you want me to inflate first.”

              Helen smiled as she pressed a button on her phone.  “Now, I will just give you all five minutes for the results to come in.  In the meantime, why don’t you all chill out to some wonderful and chill music.”  She winked at them.  “Until then, stay juicy.”

              Helen smiled and looked around as she was now on mute for the time being.  “This place is nice.  I wonder how a nice small town like this could ever be home to massive blueberry women.”  She shrugged.  “Ahh, well, should make my job easier.  Usually, I have to tell people no, sir, it’s just part of the act.  I will be juiced eventually.  You have nothing to worry about.”  She held her hand over her mouth and laughed.  “But I am sure people here are used to this kind of stuff all the time.  Why in the world would I need to worry about people poking and prodding my body or having to roll me out of a building?  Nothing bad is going to happen.”

              The phone in her hand buzzed, and she smiled as she held it in front of her face.  “So, my lovely berry lovers, where did you pick for me to swell up this time?”  She looked at the poll results.  “Hmmm.  Inside one of the local grocery stores?”  She put her hand to her cheek.  “Oops, it looks like we might be ordering the wrong type of blueberries.”  She laughed.  “I kid, I kid, but still, I think I spotted a store just a few blocks down that will be perfect.  I wanted to do some shopping anyway.  If this place loves blueberries as much as they say, they may let me keep the goods.”

              Helen tapped her pocket as she walked through the small town.  “And I know you will just adore the other places I have in mind to swell up for you all.  I have been dying to come out here for quite some time.”  She smiled and winked her green eyes at the camera.  “When I say trust me, this will be some of the best content I have put out, I mean it!”

              She approached the store called Victor’s Handy Mart.  “This seems like the perfect place.  Let’s go have a juicy experience.”  Helen laughed as she walked into the door.  “Good evening.”

              A gruff man snorted at her.  “Hi.”

              Helen leaned against the table.  “I am from out of town.  I heard that this place is just famous for its blueberries.”

              The man’s face turned bright red.  “What?  Are you crazy?  Blueberries have brought nothing but. . .”  He shook his head.  “Look, if you want that, go to some other town.”

              Helen blinked her eyes and took a few steps back before addressing her audience.  “Seems like they want to play hard to get with the good stuff.  But I researched this place well and hard, and this is the blueberry capital of the world.  He must be just hazing the outsider.”  She giggled before raising her voice.  “I am going to shop now.”

              As she dashed out of sight Helen pulled out a blue piece of candy.  “Now for the fun to begin.”  She tossed it into her mouth, the familiar sensation of blueberries filling her taste buds.  “Mhhhh.”  She licked her lips.  “How I miss this feeling every time.”  Not wanting to waste a second, she swallowed the candy, the taste only becoming stronger.  As she shivered and felt her body warm, Helen looked at chat.  “Why thank you, Juiceboy 221.”  She ran her hand across her cheek.  “I am sure my cheeks are turning a lovely shade of blue.”  She giggled.  “And no, I can’t feel much yet outside of a little bit of pressure and a tingling sensation.  You should know this by now.”  She turned around.  “Now come on.  We have some shopping to do.”

              Helen hummed as she made her way through the store.  “Hmm, let’s see.  How about some frozen pizza? Nahh.  That wouldn’t be a good idea.”  She put her free blue hand on her hip.  “Not with what is happening.”  She turned around.  “How about this.”  She picked up a cute little phone case.  “I can’t believe they have this.  Look at the flowers.  I just adore this.  It’s true what they say.  You never know what you are going to find in small towns.”  Gurrglle.  Helen looked down at her belly, feeling the blueberry juice flow through her system.  “I think that is all we can do for now.  Let’s head back and pay for this.”  She rubbed her rear end.  “Before, I can’t get my wallet out of my pants.  Do you know how embarrassing that would be?”  She laughed.  “Little ole me not being able to fit into my clothing?”

              Her chat blew up.  “How devilishly embarrassing.”

              “She is saying that like it’s a bad thing.”

              “Is the juice going to go to her ass first?  I want it to go to her ass first.”

              “Fuck no, it should go to her belly first.  Make her nice and round!”

              “Now, now everyone.  Let the juice do its work.”  She shook her booty for the camera.  “No need to fight over it.”  Gurrgle.  “Ohhh god.  Besides, I can feel it starting to work.  You will have your blueberry soon enough.”  As she spoke the words, her belt began to tighten, her waistline rumbling outward.

              “Yes, her belly is expanding!  I was right!”

              “You?  I see that butt trying to wriggle its way out of her jeans.”

              “My dear views.”  Helen caressed the phone.  “There is no right or wrong when it comes to my juicy wonderland.  Just enjoy the show.”

              “What the fucking hell!”  The man behind the counter backed against the wall.  “How. . . how did you turn yourself blue?  There are no blueberries in my store.”

              Helen giggled.  “What?”  She put her hand on her hip.  “You don’t like the way I look?  Chat, he is jealous.”

              “Huh?”

              She walked up to the counter and put her phone case down. “I want to buy this. Ohhhh!”  Helen moaned a little as her belly rubbed against the hard marble. “And I think we should move this transaction along quickly, my dear fellow, before I juicy all over your little store.”

              He picked up the phone.  “I am calling the juicing station.”

              “Juicing station?”  Her eyes widened.  “So, this place is the place of wonders for blueberries.”  The man rolled his eyes.  “But good sir, can I buy this phone case.  I came all this way.”  She grabbed his arm, her swelling ass swaying back and forth, causing her viewers to go crazy as they could see her blue butt.  “Won’t you help a blueberry like me?”  Her boobs began to wobble, and she could feel her juices fill and flow into her chest. 

              “I. . .”  He pulled at the collar of his shirt.  “Look here.  A blueberry like you needs to go to the juicing station.”

              “But I want this phone case.  Please.”

              “Ugh, all right.”  He put the phone down. “But after you pay for it, we are calling Red’s Juicing Station.”

              “Okay.”  She looked at her phone.  “Hear that chat?  I am going to be juiced.”  She moaned as her hips were stretched out even more, forcing her blouse up her torso.  “Won’t that be fun?”

              “What are you talking about?”  The store worker picked up her phone. “Wait, they are enjoying this?”

              She put her hand on her big, juicy hip.  “Yup.  I do this all the time.”

              He shook his head.  “I. . . what in the world?”

              “Just set the phone down so they can see me, and I will pull out my credit card.”  She ran her blue finger along his face.  “Okay, dear?”  He did as he was told.  “Good boy.”  She giggled as her chat could see her once more.  “Okay, everyone.  Now comes the moment you have been waiting for.  An almost three-foot wide blueberry girl struggling to get her credit card out of her pants.”  She looked at her massive butt.  “I hope I can do this without running my jeans.  My butt is just soooo big.”

              “Dear god, is it bad if this turns me on a little?”

              Helen giggled.  “Maybe you should follow me on Twitch, mister.”  Her breasts jiggled about as they grew within the confines of her blouse, blueberry juice slowly dripping onto the desk.  “I am sure you would love it ever so dearly.  Ohhhhhh!”  Her hand finally wrapped around her wallet despite how big her blue fingers were getting.  “Ughh.  Now I just have to pull it out of my jeans.”  She moaned as her ass swelled a few more inches, pressing tightly against her pants and her swollen hand.  “Oh god.”  Helen’s jeans turned dark blue.  “The juice.  It’s seeping out of my clothing.  Whatever am I going to do?”

              The store owner fainted as the comment section exploded.  “She isn’t going to get that credit card out.”

              “What are you talking about?  There is more than one way for her to get that card out.  You don’t remember the last stream, do you?  The one where she kept growing and growing until she burst out of her pants.”

              “Hey, I like it when she slowly removes her clothing.”

              “Clothing explosion is better!”

              “My dear vie. . .ersss.”  With a triumphant moan, Helen pulled her juice-covered wallet free of her bouncing butt.  “No need to fight.”  Her pants slowly ripped apart, barely able to hold her growing rear end together.  “I have my prize right here.”  She moaned as her chest filled up with more and more juice.  “Ohhh god.  It’s filling everywhere.”  Blort.  Shripppp.

              “Yes.  Her glorious blue ass is back.  Look at it, jiggle and wobble.”

              Helen moaned as she leaned against the counter, her butt swaying back and forth.  “Phew.  I am starting to get heavy.  Hey mister.  Where did you go?”  A button snapped off her blouse.  “Better hurry so I can buy this thing.”

              He slowly forced himself to his feet.  “I umm. . . umm. . .”  He took deep breaths as he looked at her big, round, blue body.  “Sorry, I kind of lost it there for a moment.”  He looked up at Helen.  “You still want to buy something?  But you are getting so big.”

              She handed him her credit card.  “Of course.  I will have to pick it up later.  Ohhh.”  She was forced a few steps back because of her ballooning frame.  “Now hurry, boy.  And make sure to call that juicing squad.  I want to know what that is like.”

              He took her credit card and sighed.  “I. . . yes, of course.”  While the transaction was happening, Helen turned back and smiled at the camera, another button snapping off her blouse as she widened her stance.  “We got the phone case, everyone.  Our trip through this town is wonderfully juice all.  . .”  Helen started to wave her arms about.  “Whoh. . . ahhhhh!”  Her tiny, thick legs, no longer able to support her massive blue frame, gave out, and she fell backward.  As she landed, her blouse gave out in a shower of buttons, causing the store clerk to moan.  “Oh fuck, that was so amazing.”  Juice dripped down from her nipples.  “I never feel more alive than when I am a big round blueberry!”  She tapped the sides of her body as she continued to grow bigger and rounder.

              “Umm, I will keep this case here until you are juiced.  And the juicers are on their way, miss.”

              “Perfect.”  Helen wobbled about on the floor.  “We are going to get the first-class blueberry treatment!”

              “This is going to be so juicy.”

              “I wonder what a juicing station looks like!”

              “They better roll her all over the place.  I want to see them squish her and love her.  Just like I would if I were in their shoes.”

              A good ten minutes passed before the ladies from the juicing station arrived.  In that time, Helen had swollen into a massive nine-foot blueberry.  “Wow, we got her just in time.”

              “Look at that!”

              “The juicers.  They are. . . berry women.”

              One of the blue women picked up Helen’s phone.  “Well, isn’t this interesting?  The young berry has an audience.”  The woman giggled.  “She is a blueberry influencer.”

              Helen moaned.  “Yes, I am.  I came to this town to juice up for you all.”       

              “Well, you are in good hands, my dear.”  The woman rubbed Helen’s massive swollen side.  “And we will make sure to put on a show for your viewers.  Don’t you worry?”

              “Fuck yeah.”  They began to roll Helen towards the door.

              “Does this mean we get to see our dear Helen juiced?”

              The blue woman holding the phone smiled.  “Oh yes.  We will show you that and much more.”