Blueberry Brat

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.

Amilia snorted. “Guess some people are too scared of facing the music.” She grunted as she finally popped her phone out. “I am still going to give this place the review it deserves.” She moaned as she held up the phone in front of her blue body, not yet realizing how curvy she was becoming. “Okay. Hello everyone. It is your girl. I have yet another. . .” She blinked her eyes as she realized the comment section was blowing up. “Wow. I just started, and you are all going wild. This is amazing.” Her cheeks turned bright purple. “But please, everyone, wait until I share this travesty with you all. I know you are excited.” She put her hands on her squishy hips. “And. . .”

She took a moment to read the comments. “I am like a giant blue marshmallow?” Amilia narrowed her blue eyes. “What? No, I am not! Where did you all get that idea.”

She snorted before reading another comment. “Where did I get the blueberry suit. It looks so very realistic. Though she could have gotten a bigger ass.”

Amilia gripped her hand around the phone. “What the hell are you all talking about! I am not a blueberry! The blueberry thing is across the street.” Her eyes widened as more and more blueberry comments came flooding in. “I am not a big juicy blueberry. What is wrong with you all.” She stumbled back, feeling a bit awkward with her steps. “I. . .” She looked down and cried out. “Holy hell! I am a big blue cow!”

She dropped her phone, the camera still pointed at her as it bounced around on the floor. “It must be related to that blueberry lady. It has to be. She said she did something, right?” Amilia walked back and forth. “Ugh god, if I had my hands on her, I would. . .” She grabbed her stomach. “Ugh, it feels like my body is doing fucking over time. . .” Blort. Gurrgle.

“Fucking hell, what is happening to me?” She moaned as she felt her bra tighten. “I need my phone. Fuck this stream. I need to find out what to do if my body decides it wants to become a blueberry.”

Her eyes widened as she bent over, her jeans ripping apart to reveal not only her ass but her pussy. “Fuck!” She gulped. “I need my phone! Everyone can see.” For some reason, the thought drove her wild. “Everyone can see my lovely juices. Ughhh.” She closed her eyes as blueberry juice oozed out of her pussy. “God damnit all. . .”

As she was about to grab her phone, a thought occurred to Amilia. “I am never going to get another chance like this again. What is a little personal embarrassment for the chance to be the best internet sensation?” She moaned. “Besides, this does feel good. I am sure everyone will understand.” She stood back upright and smiled at the camera. “Okay, everyone, change of plans. You all are coming on this blueberry journey with me.” She giggled as she picked up the phone, her pants struggling to contain her thickening hips. “So, send me all the blueberry love you can.”

The comment section blew up. Amilia couldn’t believe how many followers she was getting but she loved it. The attention caused her to blush and smile at the camera. “Well, I guess you all like this, don’t you.” Blort.” She stumbled about. “Whoh. It is getting a bit hard for me to stand.” She scratched at her thick berry thighs. “I do wonder if all of this juice is going to head just to my butt.”

Her question was immediately answered when her juice-soaked bra started to become tight. Amilia began to moan uncontrollably as blueberry juice dripped out of her hardening nipples. “I am. . . sorry. . . everyone. . . give me a . . . minute.” She licked her lips. “This is just. . . so. . . juicy. . .” Her breasts slowly swelled, going up a cup size by the minute. “Oh god.

At least. . . my growing. . . babies are good. . . for something. . .” She set her phone on her swollen, sensitive cleavage. “There.” She groaned as her shirt and bra struggled to contain her enlarged breasts. “You all can see me better.” She closed her eyes. “Oh god, this pressure is intense.”

She looked down at her phone as the comments scrolled past. “Press my juicy boobs together?” She giggled. “Okay, I can try that.” Amilia gently rubbed her swollen blue fingertips against her juicy boobs before squeezing them together, squirting blueberry juice out of her nipples. “Oh god. Ohh fuck. Oh, baby.” Her eyes rolled into her sockets. “It feels so gooooood!” Gurrgle. Her hips suddenly swelled, ripping through her shit. “Ahhhhh!”

Unable to keep her footing, Amilia fell down and landed on her squishy, swollen breasts, her hard nipples sending shockwaves through her body. “Ohh god!” She took deep breaths as she bounced up and down on the ground, juice dripping from her pussy. “Oh god.”

The guard walked back into the room. “Okay, I can’t in good conscience just leave you. . .” He gasped. “Oh, dear god.” He ran his hands through his head as he watched Amilia trying to use one hand to finger her pussy while the other was tapping on her phone. “What is wrong with you?”

She turned and looked at him, her tongue licking her mouth. “I am a blueberry and am here to please my fans and myself.” She moaned. “Oh, yes. Oh, baby.”

He crossed his arms. “Umm ya, I don’t know with all that. Look, you can’t stay here. This is a place of business.”

She put her hands on her round hips. “I am the world’s biggest blueberry influencer. I will do what I want where I want.” Her ass expanded out a few inches. “You can’t stop me.”

He walked over and put his hand on her butt. “Oh ya. Try me.” He started to roll her. “You are going to the back rooms and being wrapped up like the blueberry you are. Then you are going to be shipped to who knows where.”

“Hey!” She moaned as her breasts rubbed against the ground. “You can’t do this to me. I am Amilia. I am. . .” She moaned and instead gave in to the wonderful sensations. “Never mind. Just send my phone with me. I will go where the juice blows.”

“Right.” He rolled his eyes.