Outgrowing the Competiton p1

Outgrowing the Competition.

Chloe rubbed her hands together as she looked up at the stage. “This is it, Jack. I am going to win this year.”

Jack rubbed his eyes. “You said that last year. And the year before that.” He looked at his wife. “Why don’t you face it. This is just something you aren’t going to win. Besides, I don’t exactly like cleaning up after you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “That isn’t what you said last year.” She moved in close, gently rubbing his shoulders. “In fact, if I remember right, you were all too happy to squeeze those juices out of me.”

He blushed. “Hey. People are starting to stare.” He giggled as she squeezed his back. “Ok, ok.”

Chloe kissed him on the cheek. “Oh, don’t worry. I know you will come around after the competition is over. You always do.” She pushed herself away. “Until then.” She blew him a kiss. “Love you.”

He waved at her shyly. “Love you too.”

Chloe walked up to a booth beside the stage. “Hello. My name is Chloe Bandersvile, and I am here for the blueberry growing competition.” She struck a pose. “You may remember me from last year? I took second place?”

The young man looked up from his phone. “Nope. Never heard of you.”

Her jaw dropped. “What? How could. . .” Her body trembled. “How could you not of heard of me? I come to this competition every year.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s my first time working here. I don’t really want to be here, but it’s for a community service thing.” He sighed as he scratched at the wooden table. “I don’t really get the deal with a blueberry growing competition anyways. They don’t get that big, do they? Why are people going nuts over this? Wouldn’t a pumpkin-growing thing be more exciting? Also, where are your blueberries?” He scratched at his dark chin. “I should have picked another elective in school. This one is boring as shit.”

“Ohh. Well, I do hope you enjoy the show.”

He pointed behind himself with his thumb. “Ok, you are all signed in.” The young man looked back at his phone. “Just head back there and wait for the manager to come and get you. Oh sweet, my champion leveled up!”

Chloe shook her head as she walked by. “Kids.” She made her way behind a curtain and into a room filled with women of all ages. “Nice turnout. But even so, I am going to win.”

“Oh, are you now?”

Chloe turned her head to see Riley leaning against the wall in a blue tracksuit. “Of course, you would be here. You think wearing that outfit is going to do anything for you?”

“What this?” She rubbed her big round ass. “This is just going to give the crowd something to look at while I win. Again.” She laughed. “You know part of this competition is presentation. And your. . . ahem. . . blouse and pants can only get you so far.”

Chloe put her hands on her hips. “It doesn’t matter what we look like at the start.

What matters is how big our blueberries get.”

Riley laughed. “Sure, hun. Sure.” She pushed herself off the wall and walked past Chloe, making sure to pat Chloe on the back as she did so. “Keep telling yourself that when you get second place again.”

“I am not going to be second this year!” Chloe slammed her foot onto the ground. “I am going to be the biggest blueberry, and you know it.”

“Sure, you are. Sure, you are.”

A tall lady in a suit burst through the stage curtain. “Ok, everyone. Five minutes until we start the show. You better get ready to head out there and start swelling.

Chloe pulled a glowing blueberry out of her pocket. “Ok, little one time to do your magic.” She kissed the blueberry. “I need you to help me swell into the biggest blueberry of them all. I will not lose another again. This year is going to be mine. Mine, I say.”

“Ok!” The lady in the suit smiled. “Who is ready to become the biggest blueberry?” She pulled the curtain wide. “Let’s start the show.”

Chloe followed the others onto the stage, where a massive crowd had gathered. “Let’s see some blueberry action.”

“Grow, baby, grow.”

“I want to see some juice squirt out of them!”

The lady in the suit walked to the front of the stage. “Hello and welcome to our annual blueberry growing competition. We have an excellent turnout this year.” She pointed behind her. “Seven wonderful ladies all ready to take the plunge and swell to see who can become the biggest berry. Who will win our top prize of a year’s supply of our special blueberries, grown right here on our farm. Because we know how much people love blueberries around here, right?” The crowd laughed. “So, without further ado, let us let these wonderful ladies swell, shall we?”

A young lady Chloe had never seen before walked to the front of the stage and placed a strip of gum into her mouth. Chloe crossed her arms. “She is using gum? Rookie mistake.” The lady’s body quickly turned blue, and she started to moan as she rubbed her breasts.

“Ohh, my god. This is more intense than I thought it would be.” She looked at her hips as they started to expand. “I. . . ohh god.” Her outfit pressed against the sides of her body as she quickly expanded, the juices inside of her forcing her to widen her stance as her ass pushed against her pants, causing multiple tears. “This is too much!”

Riley crossed her arms. “The young lady isn’t even round yet, and she thinks this is too much? Poor dear.”

The young blueberry wobbled back and forth as the juices spread throughout her body, her belly blowing up like a balloon. “Whohhh.” She then suddenly fell forward as her legs gave out, bouncing on her juicy belly, blueberry juice squirting from her boobs. “I feel soo full.” Her arms wobbled about. “Can I have some help getting up?” She moaned as her pants ripped apart. “Anyone?”

Chloe sighed as the young lady stopped swelling. “I knew that wasn’t going to last long.

That blueberry gum that is sold around here starts off strong but dies off quickly.” She shook her head. “The young lady didn’t even rip through her t-shirt. How sad.”

Riley laughed. “Well, we have to have one person show us what not to do, right?”

She laughed. “At least it wasn’t you.”

The lady in the suit walked up to the young blueberry. “Well, well.” She patted the blueberry on her round body, causing what was left of her t-shirt to rip apart. “A good first try for Louis, don’t you all agree?” A moderate cheer rose from the crowd. “Well, thank you for coming out.” She snapped her fingers, and two men ran onto the stage to roll the blueberry away. “Enjoy your juicing.”

She turned around. “Now then. Let’s continue the competition!”

One by one, the ladies walked up to the stage to show the crowd what they were made of. A middle-aged woman named Amy only managed to turn herself blue before walking off stage, crying blue tears. Heather swelled up, snapping her clothing, and growing about thirteen feet before the juices inside of her came pouring out over the crowd like a fountain. Pam swelled to sixteen feet, her bra shooting across the crowd, where a lucky lad caught it. She smiled as her juicy boobs dripped with blueberry juice, and she took first place. Finally, Olivia didn’t really grow anything but her boobs, but the crowd sure seemed to love her bouncy juicy proportions.

As Olivia wobbled off the stage, blueberry juice oozing from her breasts, the announcer smiled. “Well, that was interesting, wasn’t it?” Moans rose up from the crowd. “How will our next contestant top that? Huh?” She turned around. “Well, up next is our champion from the last four years, Riley Handerson, who grew to an astonishing thirty-five feet last year. Will she top her own record?”

Riley giggled. “I plan to. All while showering these fine folks in my juices.” The crowd went nuts. “Yes. Yes. What kind of contest would this be if I didn’t give you fine folks a show.”

Chloe crossed her arms. “Show off.”

Riley took a deep breath. “This year, I wanted to try something different. Instead of the old, I eat something, so I swell up I got to thinking. How else can I get the blueberry juice into my system.” She walked back and forth on the stage. “And then it hit me. I can inject the serum directly into my bloodstream. I may not taste it as much, but the effects will be so much grander.” She licked her lips. “I won’t just be a thirty-five-foot blueberry. Ohhh no. I will grow to be forty, maybe fifty feet tall.” She held her hand up. “Who is ready for a big blueberry?”

The crowd cheered. “We are!”

“Then let us begin.” She pressed a spot on the side of her tracksuit, causing a moan to escape her lips. “Ahhh, yes. That hits the. . .” Her eyes shot open. “Ohh, god.” Her skin slowly turned blue. “This feels amazing.” Gurrgle. “Everything feels so juicy and bubbly. I love it.”

Riley threw her arms out wide. “Let the next generation in blueberry technology begin!” Chloe could hear Riley’s body bubbling as it slowly swelled and Riley’s boobs and ass filling with juice. “Ohhh, I feel the juice running through my veins.” She giggled. “This is amazing. Ohhh god. Yes. Yes.” Her tracksuit turned a dark blue. “I... I am a blueberry. Yes. Yes!”

Chloe scratched at the back of her head. “Well, I wonder if she will really become a blueberry considering she just pumped it into her veins. That would be funny.” She shrugged. “And it would mean I win by default, hopefully.”

Riely’s body started to swell, her hips growing by the second. “Ohh, yes.

Yes.” She squeezed her boobs. “I want to become bigger. Bigger.” She laughed. “I feel so wonderful. Whohh.” She widened her stance, her legs thick and squishy. “I won’t be able to stand much longer.” She squeezed her big round belly. “But it won’t matter for a blueberry like me. A blueberry who is about to win this competition.” She giggled.  Shrripp.  Riely moaned as her outfit began to rip, her big blue boobs tearing through her tracksuit. “Ohh, yes.

Swell baby. Swell.” Her nipples pierced her outfit as she fell onto her big blue ass. “Swell!”

Chloe gripped her hand into a fist. “I won’t let her beat me another year.” As she walked up onto the stage, the announcer stood in her way. “Hey, Riley is still swelling. Wait your turn.”

Chloe pushed the lady aside. “No way. I am going to win at any cost.” She looked up at Riley as she slowly swelled bigger and bigger, her boobs ripping through her tracksuit. “I am going to be the biggest blueberry on the block.”

Riely looked down as her arms slowly spread apart. “You? Hah. How can you be a better blueberry than me. . .” She moaned. “All of this juice. So hard to contain.” She closed her eyes. “No, I have to. . . swell. . .” Blueberry juice shot out of her nipples, spraying over the happy crowd.

Chloe’s body shook. “Noo. You are not going to win.” She took the glowing blueberry out of her pocket. “Not again.” She slid the berry into her mouth, the blue ball instantly exploding as it touched her tongue. Chloe shivered, feeling the blueberry juices spread from her mouth, through her head, and down her body. “Ohhhh.” She took a step back as her body turned blue. “Ohh, my god. This is crazy.” She laughed as she rubbed her boobs. “I think I finally cracked the code. I am going to win this contest.”

The announcer shook her head and slowly walked onto the stage. “Hey, I told you. . .” She blinked her eyes as she noticed Chloe was already completely blue. “Hey. You are breaking the rules. One blueberry at a time.”

Chloe put her hands on her squishy hips. “Sorry. But all is fair in berry warfare.” Gurrgle.  She let out a moan as the juices surged throughout her body. “Ohh fuck. I. . . this is so. . .” Glorp. She gripped her pants as her hips widened, juice bubbling just below her skin. “Ohh fuck.” Her blouse became stained with blueberry juice as the juice bubbling inside her swelling body overflowed from her big round breasts. “Ohh god. Ohhh fuck.”

Shrrrippp.

Her big round blue ass tore through her pants as a button snapped off her blouse. “Ohh, god.” She took a deep breath as she wobbled over to Riley. “I don’t think you are going to be the biggest blueberry for long.” Another button snapped off her blouse. “I am just getting started here folks.”

Riely snorted as her body became round, her arms sinking into her body. “We will see about that.”

“Oh ya?” Glrop. Chloe giggled as her massive blue boobs tore apart her blouse. “Your growth has almost stopped. In fact, I think you are smaller than last year.” She pushed on Riley’s big round body before falling over herself. “Whohh.” Juice squirted out of Chloe’s nipples. “But this is just the start. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

“You won’t get this big. You never do.”

Gurrgle.  Chloe narrowed her eyes as her round body rubbed against Riley’s, her twin swollen berry boobs pressing against her rival. “Oh ya. Just try me. Ohhhh.”

“Hey. . .” Riley moaned. “Point those things elsewhere.” She took deep breaths. “Your nipples are poking my side.”

“I can’t do anything about it. . .” Blort.  Juice seeped from Chlole’s nipples. “I can’t move anymore. My arms and feet are pressing against my body as it is. You want me to just roll myself?”

“Well, do something. Ohhh fuck. . .”

Chloe could feel her growth slowing down. “Noo. Don’t stop now. I am going to win. I. . . I am. . .”

“We have a winner, folks.” The announcer rubbed her hand across Chloe’s body before moving to Riely. “It wasn’t standard procedure, but we have a winner. So, what do you all say?” The crowd went wild with cheers, those covered with blueberry juice jumping up and down.

“Good. I think we have a new way to hold these contents, don’t you?” She laughed. “Ok, ok. Now with that out of the way, let’s get down to it. We have two massive blueberries here. I mean, look at them.” She pointed at Riely and Chloe. “The stage can barely hold them and all their juice. So, let’s see who grew the most. And if we have to, who has the most juice inside them. But let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, as I have no idea how we are going to weigh these massive berries.”

She waved, and half a dozen staff members rushed over. They then climbed all over Riely and Chloe, using tape measures to determine how tall the two girls had swollen.

A young man on top of Riely called out, “Ok, our defending champion is thirty-six feet tall.”

The announcer smiled. “A new record by one foot. Congratulations Riely. Always pushing the boundaries of what it means to be a blueberry.”

Riely moaned. “I try my best.” Blueberry juice squirted from her nipples.

“Ok, what about Chloe?”

The young man slid down Riley’s side, bounced off of Chloe’s boobs and onto Chloe. “Ok, let’s see here. Wow. Thirty-seven feet. Just one foot taller.”

“What?” Juice shot out of Riely as her face turned purple. “I cannot lose. I am the blueberry queen. Queen, I say.”

Chloe laughed. “Looks like you have been dethroned at last. And those blueberries are mine.” She giggled. “Looks like I will be spending the year as a human blueberry. Not you.”

“Ughhhh. You. . .”

“What a stunning upset.” The announcer put her hand on Chloe’s side. “We have a new champion. I hope you all have enjoyed our blueberry growing contest for the year. Please, there will be many more growing competitions to come. Stay tuned.” She turned around. “And as for you two. I hope you are ready for your juicing.”