PoV Fruit Testing

PoV Fruit Testing.

             You blink your eyes, trying to wake up. Your memory is a tad fuzzy, but you remember signing up for something. What was it? Did you want to go on a hit vacation? Try and win the lottery? Win a new car? As you look around the room, your hands tied to shackles in the ceiling, all those thoughts are thrown out the window.

             “Good morning, Sarah. I hope you had a good rest.” A man in a lab coat walks up to you. Thank you for volunteering. Now I promise you will be getting paid for this, don’t worry. Besides, the experiment will be very pleasant for you.” He turned around. “Now, just relax, my dear, and enjoy yourself. You will make history as the first human-fruit hybrid.” He laughs as he walks out of the room.

             You don’t know what he means as he exits the room, nor do you have any memory of signing up for this experiment. You look around the room, confused about how this will even work before a single piece of blueberry pie descends from the ceiling. A mixture of curiosity and hesitation washes over you. As you look at the pie, you tell yourself that there must be some drug or something in it. But it just looks so good. As your stomach growls, you can’t remember the last time you ate anything.

             Suddenly, the pie drifts towards your face, the small platform moving ever so gently. You hesitate, worried about what the strange man had said. But your hunger wins out, and you tell yourself he was crazy. A human-fruit hybrid can’t be real. As you take your first bite, you moan a little as you can’t remember the last time you had blueberry pie. It’s this good. Forgetting your fears, you eat the rest of the piece, the juices dripping down your shirt and pants. Why should you care? You are alone. Nor are these your clothes, so it is someone else’s problem if you stain them.

             Gurrgggggllleee.  You squirm about as you feel your belly reel. It seems something is bouncing about as your belly tightens. You want to squeeze it, but your hands are handcuffed above you. Still, you can’t help but feel bloated, full, and strange. Almost warm. Then your eyes widen as you notice your arms are turning blue. That little voice in your head that told you this was a bad idea becomes louder as more parts of your body tense up. You feel your legs press tightly against your pants, and your breasts rub against your bra. You start to struggle against your restraints, but thankfully, you feel the strange sensations slow down.

             But just as they do, another pie lowers from the ceiling. You twist around, not wanting to get any bigger. But they are insistent, moving the pie fast in front of your face. And it smells delicious. You close your eyes, trying to resist, but as it touches your lips, you just can’t. Then, the rest of your resistance fades, and you bite in. Blueberry juice drips down your mouth as you savor the pie. For a brief moment, you forget why you were ignoring this delicious food. You devour the pie and lick your lips.

             Gurrgggle.  Your eyes widen as you realize your mistake. Your shirt starts to ride up your chest as your belly pushes itself out, blueberry juice filling your body.  Blort.  Your moan as your ass presses tightly against your pants, causing you to sway. It is like an explosion in your butt. Your hips follow soon after as you bounce back and forth. Despite the strange sensations, you can’t help but smile. The juice flowing through your veins feels so good, causing the last bits of resistance to fade away.

             Your chest slowly expands, merging with your round belly. Juice drips out of your nipples, staining your bra and shirt a dark purple as they press tightly against your body. Your body now looks like a strange blue body pillow that was filled up way too much in the middle. Your boobs are now bouncing about on your chest, stretching your shirt to its limits. You wonder when your growth will stop, but part of your brain doesn’t care as you hope the swelling will never stop. You want to ripen, to ripen. To be a blueberry!

             But as your pants rip along your ass crack and your shirt fabric starts to give way, the swelling stops again. Your feet dangle just above the ground, and you pout a little. Why did the swelling have to stop? You are not a blueberry yet. The craving sets in, and you feel your juices inside your bubble. The blueberry inside of you must be sated; you must grow and ripen.

             Then, another piece of pie lowers from the ceiling, and you cheer. This is what you want, to become the blueberry that you deserve. You devour it willingly, the effects hitting you almost immediately. Your boobs press against your shirt, growing a cup size and ripping your shirt apart as you sway back and forth. To anyone looking upon you, they can’t tell where your hips start and your chest ends anymore. The floodlights above you begin to fill you with energy as you give into your blueberry self even more.

             A deep craving builds within you as your pants burst off your big, massive thighs. You want to feel someone against your body. You want to juice all over them. It is what a blueberry girl like you needs. This is what they meant by a blueberry human hybrid. You can’t just have the sun to keep you warm. You need a lovely human to attend to your needs. Your eyes flash blue as your boobs swell against your chest like two massive blue watermelons. The restraints holding your big round body struggle to keep you up as your thick legs shrink into your body.

             As the thought of having someone attend to your needs, blueberry juice drips from your pussy and nipples. The craving only makes you swell more. You don’t need the pie any longer. You are a lovely berry girl. Your skin starts to become round.

             The man who had greeted you when you woke up walks in. “I would have to say this test is a success. You are swelling up without our aid now. How do you feel.”

             You look at him with a hungry grin. “I feel lovely. I need you.”

             “You what?”

             “A blueberry girl like me has needs. And if I am to stay this way, I need a lovely person to attend to me.” You lick your lips. “You want to do this for science, right?”

             He blushes. “I umm. . .” He watches as juice oozes out of your nipples in anticipation. “Well, this is to see how humans and blueberries can co-exist.” He adjusts his lab coat. “And if this means we will have to perform special duties for berry girls, then so be it.” He rubs your breasts, causing you to moan. “Don’t worry. We will take special care of you.” He squeezes your breasts, and you feel sensations you have never felt before surge through you. Your body swells, and the restraints struggle to hold you up.

             “Oh, I can’t wait.”