PoV Blueberry Virus Day one

PoV Berry Virus Day 1.

             You hum as you stroll through the park. It is spring, and you want to enjoy life now that you don’t have to be cooped up in your house anymore. Between the snow and online meetings, winter was just horrible.

             “Excuse me.” You see a hooded lady walk up to you. “Can I trouble you for a moment?”

             “Sure,” you smile at her. What is on your mind? Also, why are you covered up? It is almost eighty degrees out today.” You try to peer under the hood, but it is oddly too dark.

             “I just. . .” She coughs a little. “I am so sorry, but the pressure is starting to build up again.” She giggles a little. “And I can’t deal with these sensations.” Suddenly, she leaps at you, her face dark blue, and kisses you. You try to pull away, but her tongue is already in your mouth, the taste of blueberries filling your senses. As the embrace continues, her hand squeezes your ass, and you feel something spread throughout your body, a strange tingling sensation. Then, suddenly, the woman pulls away.

             “What the hell was that for?” You wipe your mouth as blue liquid drips from your mouth. “You don’t just kiss the first person you see. Also, why is your face blue.”

             She takes a deep breath. “I am sorry. I just. . . I needed to get my urges under control. If I didn’t do that, I. . .” She rubs her forehead. “You don’t want to know. I have to go.” The lady tightens her hood as she rushes off.

             “Hey!” You call after her. “You can’t just kiss me like that, squeeze my ass and run. . .” Your voice trails off as you see your hand. It is turning bright blue, just like the woman’s skin. 

“Ahhh!” You stumble back, your belly rumbling. “What the hell did you do to me?”

             You try to chase after her, but it’s too late; your life is forever changed.  Gurrgle. 

A moan escapes your lips as you feel pressure in your belly. “I. . . I have to catch her.”  Gurrgglleee.  As you put your blue hands on your blue knees, you realize that trying to catch the woman is a futile attempt. You need to switch your focus on the building pressure inside your body and the strange urges on the fringes of your mind.

             As you stand back up, your belly suddenly expands. “Ahh!” You take a few steps back, the swelling catching you off guard. It isn’t bad enough that you are blue now. Does your belly have to be round? As you rub your stomach, you can feel a liquid inside of you. Is that juice? You can still smell blueberries despite the strange lady running away. As your belly swells against your hands, the realization hits you.

             “I am turning into a blueberry!” You moan as your shorts tighten around your waist, and you realize it isn’t just your belly swelling anymore. “How am I supposed. . . ughh. . .” Juice drips from your nipples as you rub your head. “God, it is. . . phew.”

             You stumble forward, feeling a strange urge to feel the sun against your naked blue skin. “I think this juice is getting to me.” You rub your ass as it stretches your shorts out. “I mean, I think I want to ripen.” You cover your mouth as the words escape your lips. “I. . . why did I just say that?” You realize that you should head home and figure out a way to stop your swelling.

             But as you start walking, a young lady crosses your path. “Umm, are you okay?”

             You try and cover your body, your breasts pressing against your t-shirt as they swell. “I am okay. I am just having. . . a weird rash.” You turn your head as strange thoughts swirl in your head. “Maybe you could help a little. Before I ripen too much.” Your cheeks turn bright purple, embarrassed that you would say something so foolish again. “I am not a plant.”

             The lady takes a step forward. “What do you mean by ripen?” she smiles. “Is this part of some kind of play?”

             “I just mean I want to grow out a little. . .” You giggle involuntarily as the thought of swelling fills your mind. “I think swelling would be a bit umm. . .” You gulp, realizing you were giving into the blueberry again. “I mean. . .” Your waistline widens, and your thighs are now big, blue, and thick. Your little shorts struggle to contain your blue mass, ripping apart and exposing even more of your body. Your t-shirt struggles no better, pressing tightly against your body as your nipples start to drip with blueberry juice.

             “You mean you want to swell like a blueberry?” The woman giggles. “You sure smell like one.”

             You moan. “I am. . . am not. . .” You shake your head. “I do ever so want to ripen.” You can’t resist the feelings any longer. You want to be a big blueberry. A lovely blue human berry. Your shorts rip apart as you moan. “Help me ripen, please.”

             The woman holds her hands over her mouth, giggling. “My, you sure are strange. Are all blueberries like this?” She walks up to you. “What can I do to help?”

             “I. . . sun. . . warm.”

             She places her hands on your skin as it pulses, slowly growing bigger and bigger. You struggle to stand, your hips now so plump and wide you look like a blue human marshmallow. 

“Hmm, so you want this off?” She tugs at your shirt. “I am guessing so you can process the sun’s rays, right?” You nod your head, your boobs swelling by the second like two massive balls on your chest. “Okay.” She helps you out of your juice-stained shirt. “That better?”

             You moan as your thick thighs widen. “Yes.” Suddenly, you fall forward, bouncing on your belly. You try to get up, but it’s no use. There is just too much juice inside of you.

             “Aww.” The lady grabs onto your folds. “Needs some help?” Her slender hands against your skin cause you to moan.

             “Roll me home?”

             “You have a home? I didn’t know berry girls had a. . .” She tapped her chin. “Well, you are the first berry girl I have ever met, but still.” She shrugged. “Okay, I guess I can do that.” The woman giggled. “The man is Pam. Nice to meet you.” You only moan in response as your two blue watermelon-sized breasts bounce about on your chest, juice squirting onto the ground. “Ahh, well, umm. I guess I should start rolling you, shouldn’t I? Where do you live?”

             “Just around the block. In a small. . . house. Blue paint.” You moan. “Will point it out.” Your panties snap off your body as you continue to swell, your body slowly taking on a more rounded shape. You can feel yourself becoming a blueberry more and more. Your arms and legs slowly sink into your big, juicy body. Why would you need such things? Besides, Pam is here to take care of you. As she rolls you along, she smiles down at you.

             “So, where did you come from? Oh, are there more blueberry people like you? I have so many questions.” Pam giggled. “When I get you to your house, can I plant you?”

             “Just. . . get me. . . home.” You moan as you swell, your feet pressing tightly against your body.  “My nipples really feel sensitive. I wish she would rub them. I wish she would. . . juice them a little.”

             You blink your eyes as what is left of your arms sink into your body.  “Where did those thoughts come from? I think this juice must really be going to my head.”  You look at Pam as she rolls you.  “She is just helping me. I don’t. . .” You close your eyes, the blueberry juice blurring your vision.  “No, I do. . if I don’t have some release, I will just keep swelling and swelling and swelling.”

             “So, which house is yours?” Pam rubs your body, causing your juices to sing. “Also, what can I do to help you? You sure keep growing, my dear. I have never seen boobs this big.” She gasps as your bra snaps. “Goodness.”

             You moan. “Just. . . rub my. . . juice me a little. This pressure. . . so intense.”

             Pam arches an eyebrow. “Juice you?” She rolls you so your head is upright. “What does that mean?”

             “Just. . . squeeze some. . . juice out of my. . .” You moan as you swell some more, causing Pam to stand back. “Breasts. Otherwise, I will keep swelling. Ripening.”

             Pam blushes. “Oh. Ohhhhh. I have to. . .” She turns around, considering your proposal. “I mean, this is a bit odd. But if I don’t.” Your swelling body suddenly bumps her in the butt. “Ohh.” She turns around and giggles. “Well, you are in need, aren’t you? Why, you are almost nine feet tall.” She slaps your waist. “My big blueberry has so much juice in her that only I can get out. I am up to the challenge.”

             She reaches up and rubs your right breast. Suddenly, your cheeks turn bright purple, and you let out a moan. “Ohhh. . .”

             “Is that good?” Pam giggles. “I don’t have much experience helping a blueberry.” She grabs onto your enlarged nipples before pulling herself up onto your body. “But if I have to.” Using her full weight, she squeezes your breasts, causing you to cry out in ecstasy. Blueberry juice shoots out of your nipples as your tiny hands flap against the sides of your blue body. “I think I hit my mark.” She giggles.

             The juices inside of you are slowly drained as Pam pleasures you, and you regain some semblance of your self-awareness. Pam slowly caresses you as your big, round body becomes a smaller but curvy one. You are still blue but a tad plus sized. It takes some time and hard, lovely work, but you are eventually able to hug Pam back. You do avoid kissing her on the lips, though. You will need her for when your new condition flares up. As you hug her, your now g-cup blue breasts pressing against you, wonder when you will swell up again. For you have contracted the blueberry virus. You are now a blueberry, and it is your juicy fate for all time.