Wrong Mixture p1

I finally finished this weekend story, or I should say part 1.  Part 2 will be Flora going full blueberry and taking over the kingdom.

Wrong Mixture.

Flora grunted as she was dragged into the throne room. She wasn’t sure what this was all about. The knights hadn’t spoken a word to her since dragging her away from her workshop in broad daylight. She gritted her teeth as she was thrown to the foot of the throne, the knights in their shiny armor saluting the young king. She had never seen the king before but noted how young he was, almost seven years younger than she was.

“Do you know why I had you brought before me?” Flora shook her head without looking up. “I have heard you are something of an alchemist. I wish for you to put those skills to work for the sake of the kingdom.”

Flora snorted as she looked up at the young lord. “My lord, I only deal with herbal remedies to cure the sick. I am not—”

He stood up. “You cannot trick me. My guards have seen you work your magic.” Flora gulped. “Now, I want you to get to work right away.” He began to walk down towards her, his golden cape dragging behind him. “You see, I would have you work on finding a way to produce wonders for my army. Like using your alchemy to conjure fire against our enemies. Or maybe turn water into hard steel to make our armor more easily.”

Flora took a deep breath. “You don’t want me to make gold while I am at it, sire?”

The king laughed. “Oh, don’t be silly. Such things are not possible. My last alchemist tried and failed.” Flora gulped as she realized she was replacing the last poor soul that was put in this position. “Besides, I want more practical things for my kingdom. Why have an alchemist lavish me with gold if a neighboring kingdom will only take it with their arms? No.”

He put his hand on her shoulder. “You shall use your skills to make my kingdom strong. Even if your results are a bit. . . unconventional.” He laughed. “It is alchemy, after all.”

“And if I refuse?”

“You will be taken to the dungeon.”

“Not much of a choice then, is it, sire?” She sighed. “When do I get started?”

He smiled. “Right away.” The king clapped his hands. “Guards.” The two knights who had escorted Flora to the king stepped forward. “We need to get our new royal alchemist to her station. And make sure she has the royal attire to accompany her new station.”

One of the knights saluted the king. “Yes sire. It will be done.”

The king turned his attention back to Flora. “You will work for the rest of the day and for the entire week. If your results breed success, we can discuss your break.”

Flora narrowed her eyes. She was already thinking of a way to get out of this.

Hopefully, with the chemicals they would provide her, it would be simple for her to find a way out, or at the very least, give the royal army something they would regret. She did not plan to work for this young brat for the rest of her life.

Once again, she was dragged away, the iron grip of the knights wrapping around her arms. Through many twisting corridors, they escorted Flora until, finally, they arrived at a small room filled to the brim with strange vials and mixtures. A wooden work bench was stained with blackened residue, most likely from the last resident. One of the knights gestured to a blue coat sitting on the table with golden pins to fasten the garment together. There was also a red belt sitting beside it.

“There is the royal alchemist uniform. You are expected to wear that at all times.”

Flora ran her fingers over the garments. “One of us will be stationed outside the door. Knock if you need anything.” They walked outside and left her alone.

She picked up the coat, noting how it became like a skirt near the bottom. “Strange uniform.” She quickly undressed and changed. “It is very odd that I have to wear this.” She fastened the golden buttons together. “But I guess it will help avoid staining my clothing.”

She picked up the belt and tied it around her waist, the belt buckle a bright gold. Once her outfit was changed, Flora examined the room. She didn’t recognize most of the chemicals lining the walls. “It could take me weeks to figure out how to use these.” She approached the wall by the window and picked up a tonic containing red liquid. “I tried to tell them I work with healing elixirs. Did they listen? No.”

Flora pulled free the cork on the bottle, releasing a pungent smell. “Phew.”

She waved her hand in front of her face. “This stuff stinks worse than horse manure. Gods.”

She tried to squeeze the cork back on, but it just won’t fit. “I need to do something. I can’t spend the rest of the day with this. . . smell.”

She grabbed another bottle, this one containing clear liquid, and pulled the cork free. “Oh my, it smells like lavender.” She smiled as she held the potion to her nose. “It helps a little. But the other potion still reeks. Ugh.”

Flora paced back and forth. “I just can’t stand it. I have to do something.” She pulled at her black hair. “Ugh.” She finally grabbed the foul-smelling elixir and mixed it with the lavender smiling bottle in a desperate hope of saving her sense of smell. The results were unexpected. As the two potions mixed, they took on a blue color and emitted a strong blueberry scent.

Flora didn’t mind the smell of blueberries, but still, she stared down at the concoction with wonder. How could such a reaction have occurred? Just what had she made?

Still, such investigations would have to wait for another time. Flora would first have to figure out what the base chemicals were before she could safely determine what this concoction was. So, she relented to corking the strange elixir and putting it back on the shelf. But as she struggled to slide the top back on the bottle, her hand slipped, and the container fell onto the table. Blue liquid spilled out, covering the table and her hands. “Fuck!” She narrowed her eyes. “Well, at least there is a little left.”

Flora quickly tipped the glass bottle back up, twisting the cork in. She then grabbed a rag and wiped her hands off. “Ugh. Why won’t this stuff come out?” She rubbed and rubbed. “Is this some kind of permeant staining liquid?” After almost ten minutes of trying to dry her hands, she finally relented, realizing her hands were stained bright blue for the time being. “A hot bath and soap should fix this later tonight.” She ran her hands through her hair. “But the first thing that I make is blue staining liquid? I am not off to a great start. If I am to get out of here, I need to make something with more of a punch.”

She worked her butt off the rest of the day but just couldn’t focus. Her stained hands reeked of blueberries, and it distracted her as she tried to work. Not to mention, her recent failure bugged her to no end, and she was hesitant to attempt working with the chemicals until she knew just what they were, so she resigned herself to studying. It didn’t help that her fingers left blue smudges on the pages, but it was better than risking another chemical reaction she wasn’t unprepared for. Yet, during all her research that day, she couldn’t find what chemicals she had used in her initial test. It was as if the ingredients weren’t on the royal manifesto.

Flora was bug-eyed by the time the guard opened the door to drag her to her room. “Just a minute.” The knight narrowed his eyes. “I know it is here. It has to be.”

“You can finish whatever it is you are doing tomorrow.” He forced Flora to her feet. “Now come on. You are going to your room.”

She gulped. “Hey.” She realized that the guard wasn’t disturbed by her bright blue hands as he dragged her through the darkened hallways. “You don’t seem surprised by the mess I have made of myself.”

He grunted. “Isn’t the first time one of the royal alchemists has burnt their hands or something.” He snorted. “And I will take you smelling like blueberries, then charred flesh.”

Flora thought back to the black residue she had seen when she had first entered the alchemist’s lab. “Ya. Me too.” The knight dragged her to a room that didn’t contain much more than a bathing tub, a bed, and some other bare essentials. “You can sleep here.” He shoved her in. “Another guard will be here in the morning to get you some breakfast and get you started on your work tomorrow.” He shut the door, locking her in her room.

“Huh. Home sweet home.” Flora undressed, setting the blue alchemist uniform on a nearby hook. “I can’t believe I have running water, though. I have never had that before.”

She twisted a nozzle to slowly fill up her wooden tub. “Hmm. It will feel good to just let loose after today.” She stretched her arms. She was still thinking about finding a way out of her situation. She had spent half the day looking over the chemical list, trying to figure out something that could aid in her escape. But considering her expertise was in herbal remedies, she didn’t know what half of the chemicals even did.

“It is going to be so nice to wash this damn blueberry smell from existence.” Flora stretched her hands in front of her. “I just can’t stand it anymore.” She gasped as she realized the blue stains had stretched halfway down her arms. “Fuck!” She took a step back. “I don’t remember it being this bad. Maybe I got more of it on me than I realized?” She sighed. “Great.

Now I have more work to do.”

She slid into the tub, shutting the water off. Flora then grabbed the nearby bar of soap and got to work. But as the minutes dragged on, all she managed to do was turn the water dark blue. “God damnit.” She moaned. “This isn’t coming out. In fact, I think it’s spreading.” She gulped as she leaned over the side of the wooden frame, her breasts squishing against the oak planks. “Maybe I could tell them I am sick and am no longer able to carry out my royal duties.

I mean, slowly turning blue would scare the crap out of them.” Flora tapped her blue finger on her chin. “Though I got a feeling I don’t want to find out what they would do to me in that situation.”

She moaned as she slid down into the water, only her head and feet sticking up. “What the hell am I going to do?” She pulled at her hair. “My first day, and instead of finding a way to free myself, I fuck myself.” She snorted and stood up, water dripping from her skin.

“Well, worrying about this isn’t going to help. Tomorrow, I can research this some more. Find out just what I did to myself and reverse it.” She smiled. “And no one will get disposed of before they have a chance to flee.”

***

Flora yawned as she slowly stretched her arms, the morning sun peeking into her chamber. “Ahhh.” She rubbed her eyes as she sat up. “Finally, it’s morning.” She swung her legs over the side of her bed. “And I am ready to. . .” She gasped as she stood up. “Oh my god!”

Her blanket fell to the side. “I am as blue as the fucking sky! No. . .” She walked over to the cracked mirror on the wall. “Fucking hell, what happened to me?” She ran her finger down the side of her cheek. “Why is my skin so squishy?”

Flora stepped away from the mirror, her hands on the sides of her head. “This is just a bad dream. You are probably stressed over the fact that you didn’t solve the blue skin issue from last night. That is, it.” She laughed. “Now wake up, Flora. Wake up.” She slapped herself, leaving a dark purple mark on the side of her face. “Ugh fuck. I had hoped that would work.” She snorted. “And the blueberry smell is worse than ever.”

There was a sudden knock at her door. “Hey. Alchemist lady. You are to get dressed in your uniform as soon as possible to attend a feast with the king.”

She gulped. “What?”

“He wishes to discuss some finer details on your work. Now, get moving. He doesn’t tolerate people being late.”

Blue sweat dripped down her neck. What was she to do? She couldn’t show up in front of that little bastard, her skin the color of the ocean and reeking of a common fruit. She would be disposed of on the spot. But what could she do? If she disobeyed, she could be executed. “Ugh, why is this happening?”

Flora put on her royal alchemist outfit. She sighed as she tightened the belt around her waistline. “I just hope I can get out of this meeting in one piece.” She slowly buttoned her jacket up. “Why am I blue, my lord? Well, it is a new fashion statement. Yes. Don’t you know?” She laughed before suddenly gasping as she tried to clasp the last button on her royal uniform. “This wasn’t so hard before.” She moaned as it pressed against her breasts. “It is almost as if my body. . . swelled. . .” She gulped as she finally got the button clasped against her chest. “Fuck.

The damn thing is tight.” She rubbed her chest. “Like I need anything else to go wrong right now.”

Once she was dressed, she opened the door to her room. The knight took one look at Flora before snorting. “You will do anything to try and escape, won’t you.”

“What?” Flora gasped as the iron gauntlet came down around her wrist. “I am not. . .”

“I have seen it all. The last royal alchemist dyed his skin in darkened spots and tried to say he had the plague. You are going to have to do better than that.”

Flora snorted. “I am having a very serious issue right now, and you are just laughing.

Jerk.”

“But I do have to say I do like your chest.” He smacked her breasts with his free gauntlet. “The others didn’t tell me how generous of a figure you had.”

Her cheeks turned bright blue. “You creep.”

He thrust the door open to the royal chamber hall. “What are you going to do about it, blueberry?” He laughed as she shoved her in. “Juice all over me.” He held his hand over his chest as he walked away, laughing.

Flora snorted. “I am not a blueberry!” She turned her head, noticing the king was staring at her. “Your Highness. I didn’t mean. . .”

He smirked. “No, it’s fine.” He pointed at a pulled-out chair. “Why don’t you have a seat.”

She gulped. “Of course, your highness.” She walked over and quickly sat down. “No one else is here?”

He smiled as he used a knife to cut into a massive chicken. “You are very observant, aren’t you. I wanted to meet with you alone.” He raised a piece of chicken into his mouth and ate it, juices squirting out from between his teeth. “I assume you have had time to test your new facilities by the look of your blue skin?”

“Yes, milord.”

“Good. But I do want you to know that you should be doing more than testing yourself. And. . .” He laughed. “Making changes to your skin color.” He arched an eyebrow as he looked at her chest. “Hmm. . .”

“What is it, my lord?”

“Nothing.” His eyes didn’t leave her chest. “Expect that you also seem to have a special knack for enlarging your. . .” He coughed. “Never mind. It isn’t kingly of me to be distracted by such. . .” He forced himself to look away. “On to the matter at hand. My rival, lord Grivinton, is currently on a crusade across the sea. I would love it if you would make some. . .” He paused as he looked at her chest. “If you would. . .”

“If I would what, sir?” She could feel a strange tightening in her chest, but she ignored the sensation in fear if she looked down at her cleavage that, she would be reprimanded to the harshest degree.

The king turned away, his face bright red. He then suddenly said, his voice much louder than before, “If you would make me something that would help me take the young lord’s castle while he is away. And stop trying to. . . Stop trying to distract me! That is an order!”

“What are you talking about, my lord?”

He pointed at her chest. “Since you sat down, your breasts of desire have swelled.

What trick is this? What potion have you used.” He pulled at the collar of his shirt. “If this is to. . . to. . .”

Flora finally looked down and gasped. Indeed, her boobs had swelled again since she had waken up. “I. . . umm. . . I swear I don’t know what is going on.” She looked at the king. “I think it’s all related to the strange chemicals I spilled on myself last night, my king.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Chemicals? What chemicals?”

“The chemicals you gave me!” She threw her arms out wide. “What did you think? I went to the local market, or something and just bought some special chemicals to turn myself blue and expand my chest!” Her eyes were bright blue.

“You won’t talk to your king in such a way!” He loomed over her. “Remember your place, alchemist.”

“Fruits don’t take orders from kings!” Flora covered her mouth immediately. “Oh crap!”

But instead of an outburst, the king only laughed. “Fruits?” He held his hands over his chest. “Did you just call yourself a fruit? Hahahah!” He slammed his hand on the table. “How nutty are you. You are a riot, my dear.” He sat back down. “You know, after your little fit, I was going to throw you out. I can’t have my alchemist being such a brat and all. But you are just so funny and cute.” He grabbed her cheek. “I don’t know. I love the way you look all blue and such. I will give you more time.”

“Thank you, my lord.”

“Just try and keep these fruity outbursts to a minimum. Okay, my dear.” He laughed. “We don’t want anything juicy to happen.”

She laughed, too. “No, I guess not. That would be terrible.” She held her hand over her chest. “Can you imagine? Me juicing up the place.” She giggled. “So funny. Expanding my fruity domain.”

He stopped laughing immediately. “Okay, the jokes are over. Unless you can use these so-called fruity chemicals to our advantage, we will speak of it no more.” He poked her in her right breast. “Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now I want good results.” He patted her on the shoulder. “I am counting on you.” He stood up. “My new crusade is counting on you.”

***

Once back in her laboratory, Flora paced back and forth. “What am I going to do? I can’t make weapons of war! Ugh, this is crazy!” She slammed her hands onto the workbench, causing bottles and her breasts to bounce around. “Not to mention, every half hour, my breasts seem to become bigger and fuller. God daminit all!”

She grabbed the side of her right breast. “Ugh, seriously. Besides being blue, why do I have to have swelling to boot? Huh?” She arched an eyebrow as her boobs jiggled against one another. “Is it me, or do I hear something sloshing about inside my breasts?” She listened closely. “I am not crazy. There is something definitely in there.” Flora leaned against the wall, tapping her fingers against her thigh. “Just what is it, though?”

Flora sighed and took a moment to undress herself. “This is going to kill me if I don’t figure this out.” She moaned as she squeezed her right breast. “Ugh, it makes the blueberries smell even worse. . .” Flora blinked her eyes. “No, no, no. NO!” She gulped as she noticed blue liquid dripping from her nipple. “That can’t be. . . . blueberry juice!?”

Flora sighed and slipped her jacket back on. “But that doesn’t. . .” She took a deep breath. “Okay, don’t panic.” She leaned against the counter. “Just stay calm. So, what if you have blueberry juice in your breasts? And so what if your breasts have been slowly growing. . . and you are blue. . .” She gulped. “Oh god, I am a blueberry, aren’t I?”

She suddenly giggled. “I am going to swell bigger and expand my juicy kingdom.”

Flora held her hand over her mouth. “Why did I just say that?” Her cheeks turned bright purple. “Ugh, what did I do?” She twisted around. “I need to find out what causedthis.” Gurrgle.

“Ugh, what now?”

Flora looked down at her hips only to gasp. “Oh my god!” She rubbed her now curvy body. “Like I need anything else to happen. Ugh.” She looked around the room. “Gods, why am I wasting time looking for chemicals that they already switched out.” She crossed her arms and looked at the door. “I am going to ask the guard what they did with the stuff I had here last night.” She snorted. “Before I have any more juicy changes.”

Flora walked over and knocked on the door. “Hey. Hey!”

“Do you have anything to show the king yet?”

“I need to know what you did with the stuff I was working on yesterday!”

“Why?”

She crossed her arms. “Because.” She sighed. “Because it is a part of a war project, that is why! You don’t want to get in the way of a. . .” She moaned. “A juicy war project.”

“What?”

Flora shook her head. “Ugh, nothing.” She gulped as she felt her pants tighten, the blue linens starting to stretch. “Look, go and find them. It is crucial that you do okay.”

“Fine. I will see what I can do.” Flora took a deep breath as she heard the sounds of shuffling armor.

“Phew. Looks like things are going to get done around here.” She slid down against the door. “Now I just have to hope he brings back what I was working on so I can finally figure out what I did and reverse this.” Her eyes flashed blue for a moment. “Or I could work on how to replicate the process and make myself a juicy que—”

Flora shook her head. “Why the hell do I keep doing that?” She took a deep breath as she felt more blueberry juice flood into her belly. “Just what is happening to me?” She moaned as her belly bubbled. I guess while I sent that foolish guard on an errand, I can research the books here about a transforming blueberry lady.” She stood up. “If such a thing is recorded.”

Flora went over to the small selection of library she had available to her, moaning as her boobs and belly rubbed against the tables. “Ugh. I guess I am going to have to get used to this.” She picked a book off the shelf and let it rest between her boobs as she read it. “Hmm. There is something here about an alchemist who was looking into how to enhance their fruit yield. They had used a special blend on one of their cows to cause it to give out blueberry juice.

But over time, the cow slowly turned into a giant blueberry with juicy. . .” She narrowed her eyes. “With juicy what? What happened to the cow and the alchemist? Well?”

She snorted. “Why the hell is text faded. I need to know.” She closed the book, letting it sink between her boobs.”

“Hey, I got the stuff you want.” She turned around as she heard a knock at the door.

“Or at least I think. We took quite a bit from this place last night, so you might want to come and look it over.”

Flora walked over to the door, moaning as the book squished between her boobs. “Okay, give me a second.” She pulled the book out from her bosom. “God, imagine if I got something or someone stuck in there.” She moaned a little. “Ugh. Okay, you can open the door.”

The guard did as he was told, stepping in with a jar full of black powder. “What?”

She narrowed her eyes as he walked in. “What the hell is that?”

“It is one of the things we took out of here yesterday?” He gulped as he looked at her. “Umm, please tell me it’s what you want. I umm. . . I am a bit unnerved by your blue skin.”

“Oh, you are? Are you afraid I am going to juice all over you?” As she took a step towards him, the guard stepped back. “Well, if you don’t get the right concoction, I might have to get, ohh, so very, very juicy.” Her ass suddenly expanded. “So, you better get it right.” She tapped him on the breastplate of his armor. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes.” He gulped. “I will do better.” He slipped past her. “But umm. . . what am I even looking for?”

“What I was working on yesterday. Are you. . .” She moaned as her belly expanded a little again. “Look, just go and get it. It’s for the king.” He saluted her before rushing out.

Flora sighed. “Huh. Hopefully, he comes back with the right thing this time.” She blinked, realizing the knight had left the door to her room wide open. “Wait. I. . .” She smiled. “I can just walk out?” She smiled. “I am finally free.” She giggled. “I will be able to swell and ripen. Turn this kingdom into my own blueberry paradise!” She held her hands over her mouth as she walked out the door. “My first job is going to be to find a way to stop this before things too. . . she moaned. . . too juicy.” Flora shook her head. “Because I am worried that I might ripen into a bit of a crazy blueberry queen.”

She looked both ways before walking out into the hallway. “Okay.

I hope this place has a library because I want to know more about what is happening to me. I mean, if I really am ripening into a blueberry, how do I stop it. How do I live with it? What is it with these strange mental thoughts I am getting, and why am I swelling up with juice?” She rubbed her chin. “There is just so much I need to know, and I need to research.”

Flora gulped as she heard the sound of a patrol. She flattened herself against a wall, her boobs bouncing against one another. “Shit.” She moaned, the juices inside of her bubbling. “Ugh, not now. I can’t swell now.” Her body wouldn’t listen, her belt tightening around her as her waistline expanded. “Fuckkk.” After the sounds of footsteps had gone, Flora looked down at her curvy, squishy body. “I am really starting to get big. This outfit is. . .” She tugged at her uniform. “Constraining, to say the least.”

Still, she did her best to waddle her way forward. “I think the royal library is this way.”

She sighed, her eyes suddenly flashing bright blue. “Or maybe I should go find some people. I am ripening up, after all. I should share some of my juice with them. I will be their queen soon. I. . . I. . .” She rubbed her head. “Ugh. What is happening?” Flora moaned as she felt her legs thicken. “I. . . I can feel my mind becoming so very. . .” Her eyes flashed blue. “So wonderfully fruity!”

She took a deep breath. “But I. . .” She giggled, her eyes turning bright blue. “I would make a wonderful blueberry.” She laughed. “The best blueberry this kingdom has ever seen!” Blort. “I can’t hold it in any longer. I am going to ripen to my heart's delight.” Flora rubbed her hands together. “It is time to make some juicy changes around this place.”