Blueberry Brat extended preview

Blueberry Brat.

Amilia narrowed her eyes as she walked through the small store. “See how good blueberries and their lives are?” She looked at the vacant shop. “How foolish. How silly.

They can’t be serious.” She held her hands against her waistline as she laughed.

“That has to be the funniest thing I have heard in my lifetime.”

“Excuse me?” Amilia gasped as a naked blue woman with ginormous boobs walked around the corner. “I didn’t just hear you bad-mouthing my pride and joy.”

Amilia walked up to the strange blue lady. “Is this what blueberries are supposed to be?” She poked the woman’s right breast, causing the lady to narrow her eyes. “You can’t be serious. It just seems to be some excuse to walk around nude.” She laughed. “I need to get a picture of this.”

The woman crossed her arms. “For everything you are making fun of me for, you sure didn’t have a problem poking my breast.”

“Oh, hush, you naked freak. I am going to get so much social media attention before I get this porno place shut down.”

The blueberry lady arched an eyebrow. “Oh, are you now.”

The strange lady doubled back the way she came as Amilia held her phone in front of her face. “Hello, world. It’s your girl. I am here in front of the strangest. . .” She blinked her eyes. “Hey, speak of the devil. It is the blueberry lady in the flesh. Wait. What is that strange package she has in her hands?” Amilia gasped as blue powder flew in her face. “Ahhhhh!”

The strange woman laughed. “Don’t make fun of blueberries, you brat!” She wiped her hands. “Now I have a plane to catch. I would love to see what happens, but. . .” She sighed. “But other more important things demand my attention. You are lucky I gave you a very mild dose, you stupid child.” The blue woman walked away.

Amilia jumped to her feet, waving her fist in the air. “Don’t you talk that way to me!

Don’t you know who I am? I am Amilia Kenderson. I have over a million followers on Twitter!” She turned her attention to her phone. “It is incredible that people think they can talk that way to me. I want everyone to write a review about this business, right. .” She licked her lips. “Ugh, wait, before you do that, I need to go and get some water. I have blueberries on my fucking tongue. I think it’s because of that stupid bitch’s powder. I am going to sign off for a few minutes.”

She sighed as she shut her phone off. “I guess ruining this blueberry person will have to wait.” She looked around. “But she is going to pay. No one treats me that way. Ugh.”

Amilia put her hands into her pockets. “Why the hell is that blueberry taste so strong? I just got a tiny bit of it in my mouth. I swear it shouldn’t be this. . .” She stuck her bright blue tongue out. “It shouldn’t be this bad.”

Amilia walked across the street. “Maybe I can find something in here.” She walked into a post office. “Hello, I am here for a quick drink of water, and then I will get out of your hair.”

The guard went to stop her. “Sorry, you can’t be here. Authorized personal only.”

She laughed. “This is the postal office, right?” She slipped past him. “What is so wrong with that?”

The guard put his hand on her shoulder. “This isn’t the public part of the office. How did you get in here?”

“My name is Amilia. . .” Gurrglgle. “That felt weird. What the fuck was that.”

He spun her around. “I don’t care what your name is. You need—” He blinked his eyes and took a few steps back. “You. . .”

“Look here, I just need a glass of water to get the taste of blueberries out of my mouth.” She snorted as her nose turned blue. “And I don’t care if this is the bloody white house. I am going to free myself of this torment.”

The guard gulped. “Umm. . .”

Amilia smiled. “Oh, you know who I am now.” She tapped her finger on his chest. “Took you long enough.” She laughed, her cheeks turning bright purple. “Now, show me where I can get something to drink. This blueberry thing is becoming unbearable.”

The guard put his hands on his shoulders. “Now I get it. You are from that blueberry place across the street.”

“What? No, I am not. Also, get your hands off me.”

He tried to push her towards the door. “Look, we are not interested in any weird blueberry packages.”

“What the hell are you talking about? I. . .” She winced as her belly rumbled.  Gurrgle.

“If I wasn’t feeling so weird right now, I would. . .” Amilia shook her head. “Look I. . .”

She took a deep breath. “Why do I need to feel so hot as well right now? Fuck!” She rubbed her hands against her t-shirt. “Like, why haven’t you gotten me that water yet?”

The guard removed his hands from her as he noticed Amilia’s black and white t-shirt quickly became dark blue. “I don’t think it will help.”

She slammed her foot on the ground, the guard wincing as he could hear a liquid sloshing sound emanating from her body. “You listen to me. I know what will help my body. I am so in tune with myself that I have made countless doctors and expects blush.” Guggle. Blort. “Now stop standing there like a fool and do what I say already. Fuck it, I am just going to show the world what I weirdo you are.” She reached into her pocket. “God. . .” She moaned as she struggled to get her phone out of her pocket. “Why is it so. . .” She grunted as her thigh started to thicken. “So, fucking hard to get this damn thing out. . .”

The guard took a few steps back, realizing the juicy transformation that was starting to occur. “I think I will go and check on something else. I changed my mind. You can be here. Welcome to the postal service.” He gulped before dashing in the other direction.