A Blueberry Honeymoon

A Blueberry Honeymoon.

              “Phew.”  Ivan took a deep breath as he rolled Amy down the road.  “You sure are heavy.”  She rubbed the side of her body.  “But big and lovable all the same.”

              “Awww.  You sure know how to sweet talk a blueberry, don’t you?”

              He smiled as he looked at his new blueberry wife.  “Well, I will be doing that for as long as you live.”  He grabbed her cheek and pinched it.  “You are my big ole blueberry.  But we need to just get a little further.  The hotel isn’t far.”  He wiped the sweat from his brow.  “Then we can have all the fun that we want.”

              “You don’t want to just have fun out here?  Oh, come on.”

              He whispered into her ear.  “Oh, and I thought you wanted to make our honeymoon special.”  Amy moaned.  “Come on, my big, sexy blueberry girl.  Don’t you want to have our own private room?”

              Amy giggled.  “Well, I can’t say no to having our own private room and letting you have your way with me now, can I?”  She smiled.  “So, what are you waiting for, my big handsome man?  Get to rolling.”

              Ivan laughed and continued to roll his big blueberry wife.  Their wedding day hadn’t gone as they expected after Amy had taken some strange anxiety medication, causing her to swell into a massive blueberry.  But despite the experience, they were closer than ever.

              “Shouldn’t be long now.  I can see the hotel.”  He rubbed her massive blue ass.  “So, what do you say, hmm?  Ready to take things up a notch?”

              Amy laughed.  “How do you propose that?”

              He squeezed her ass.  “Oh, you will see when we get into the room.  I have so many fun things planned for our special time together.”

              Amy blushed.  “Oh, you treat your blueberry wife so nicely.”  She giggled.  “I mean, I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere without you.  I am so big and helpless.”  Her juicy transformation had left her huge, almost seven feet tall and round.  Her feet were pressed tightly against her butt, and her hands flapped about against the sides of her body.  Thankfully, she didn’t feel like she was going to grow any bigger.  Part of her would love to become an even bigger blueberry, to feel more and more juice flow through her veins.  But then how would her husband take care of her.  He is only one man, of course.

              As they neared the hotel, Ivan rubbed her big naked side.  “So, my dear.  What are you looking forward to?  I can tell you what I am looking forward to in our future.  Spending every waking moment with my big blueberry wife.  Making sure you have everything you need.”  He made sure she wasn’t going to roll away on her own and opened the front door to the hotel.  “Why, I am sure I will need to give you regular juicing’s.”

              Amy giggled.  “I am not sure what that would even entail.”

              “Oh, don’t worry.  I will show you when we get to our room.”  He rolled her inside.  “I have a lovely idea, my dear.  But I do have to ask.  Do I have to water you?  How much are you like a blueberry?”

              “How would I know?”  She laughed.  “I don’t even know if I will stay this way, honey.  For all we know, I could turn back to normal in the middle of the night.”

              “Oh, that wouldn’t be any fun.  I love you this way.”

              “And I love being this way too.”

              One of the hotel staff walked up to them. “I’m sorry, sir, but you can’t have such a massive inflatable in the hotel.”

              “Inflatable?  This is my wife.”  Amy waved at the man.  “Besides, we have a reservation.”

              “Your wife?  Reservation?”  He pulled at his arm.  “Umm, I will have to check my records.  What is your name?”

              “Ivan.  Ivan Frankfort.”  He followed the man, rolling Amy up to the front desk.  “You should be able to find our reservation, no problem, right?”

              “Just let me check the computer really quick.”  The young lad typed away at the computer.  “This isn’t normal at all.”  He looked at Amy.  “I have never heard of a blueberry coming to stay here before.  Oh god, what will my manager think?”  He took a deep breath.  “Okay, here you are.  Ahh, so it’s your honeymoon?  Congratulations for umm. . .”

              “She is my lovely blueberry wife.”

              “Right.  I am sure you will have a juicy time together.  And what luck.  You are on the first floor.”  He laughed.  “Umm, do you want to have the staff roll her to your room?”

              Ivan shook his head.  “No way.  It will be more intimate if I do it.”

              “Okay, sir.”  He handed Ivan the key card. “Well, enjoy your stay then. We will bill you at check-out.”

              “Sounds good.”  He walked up to Amy.  “Come on, hun.  It’s time to enjoy our honeymoon.”

              She moaned.  “About damn time.”

              Ivan leaned in for a kiss.  “Damn right.”  He rolled her through the hallways, her lovely blueberry body filling the air with her juices.  “You know what I love about you?”

              “What?”

              “Your big round ass.  Your big squishy cheeks.  The fact that I could sit on you like a waterbed.”  He squeezed her sides.  “There is just so much to love.”

              “That is all you love?”

              “I mean, I love everything else. Your warm personality.”  He leaned her against the wall and walked up to the door. “Your massive heart is three times bigger than your juicy body.”  He laughed as he used the card to open the door. I am sure if you could still walk around and use your arms, you would show how compassionate you are.”

              “Awww.”

              He rolled her up to the door, her body squeezing its way through the doorframe.  “I am sorry about this.”

              “Ughhhhh.  Don’t be.  It’s. . .”  Blueberry juice began to drip from her nipples.  “It’s so wonderful!”  She moaned.  “Squeeze harder!”

              Ivan laughed.  “At your command, my dear.”  His eyes widened.  “Wait, this can’t be right.  You shouldn’t be growing.”

              “I said squeeze harder!”  She moaned as she inched through the door, blueberry juice dripping out of her nipples.  “Oh god.  Ohhh fuck!”  Amy panted as she felt her husband press against her ass.  “Fuck.  Fuck.  Oh, fuck yes!”  She suddenly shot through, bouncing and rolling across the floor until she collided with one of the beds, blueberry juice pooling on the floor beneath her.  “Ohhhh god, yes!”

              Ivan slowly walked into the room and closed the door behind him.  “Well, we are alone.”  He locked the door.  “What are we ever going to do now?”

              Amy moaned, her juices chugging away.  “I. . .  fuck. . .”  She took a deep breath as she was suddenly rolled forward, her ass filling with juice.  “So much pressure.”  She moaned.  “You. . . I. . . can’t contain it.”  She looked up at Ivan, her face starting to sink into her big, juicy mass of a body.  “I am. . . Ivan. . . I feel so juicy.  Please juice me.  Juice me good.”

              He gulped.  “Dear god.”  He looked her over.  “You sure are.  You are growing again.”  He tossed off his shirt.  “Don’t worry, my lovely blueberry.  I will juice you.”  He pulled off his pants.  “I will take care of my lovely blueberry.”  He hurried to her side.  “I will do everything I can for you.”

              She moaned as he kissed her.  “Good.  I love you so much.”  Her body vibrated as he began to slowly rub against her own, pressing himself against her massive blue blueberry breasts.  “I don’t think it’s working.  You are just making me want to. . . produce more juice.”  She panted, her body swelling at a faster rate as her husband rubbed his body against hers, blueberry juice dripping from her expanding breasts.

              “Well, I will juice you until you stop swelling.  Whoh.”  Ivan was lifted off the ground by her expanding body.  “Honey?”

              “Ohhhh. . .”  Amy took a deep breath.  “I feel so full.”  Her belly button was forced outward, and her feet could no longer move against the sides of her body.  She could barely move her juice-filled hands about, but that would only last a little while longer.  “How big am I going to get?”  She couldn’t see over the ridges of her body.  “Ivan?  How big of a blueberry am I?”  She moaned as her ass pushed the bed across the room.  “Ohhhh.”

              Ivan took a deep breath as he was slowly pinned between her breasts and the ceiling.  “I don’t know how big you are.  You are just. . . massive.”  He tried to slide away but was firmly stuck.  “Amy, I love you but let me out!”

              “I can’t move.  I can’t stop swelling.”

              He eventually wormed his way out from between her breasts and pulled himself up to her face.  “This is one juicy situation we got ourselves in, isn’t it?”

              She giggled. “I guess it is.”  As they kissed, Amy could finally feel the juices inside her body settle, her sides pinned against almost every wall. “Ughh. I hope you are okay up there. Because we might be here for a while.”

              Ivan laughed.  “Of course.  I am here with my sweet.”  He tried his best to brush her hair.  “I will do my best to take care of you.  In good times and in bad.  In juicy and in tight situations.”

              She laughed.  “Well, you better get to it.  I will hold you to those words.”

              “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”