A Blueberry World Part 3 V3

A Blueberry World Part 3

Christen sighed as she locked up the door to Diner Dash. Unfortunately, she had to stay over to close up the shop as Paxton found out that a customer had swollen up into a blueberry, and she was linked to it in some way. “Thanks for sticking up for me, Pam.”

The whole incident had brought a rush of business and news attention to Diner Dash, though. Everyone wanted to see Ellen, the human blueberry. The poor woman had swollen so much that she was as big as the building by the time they found a tow truck to haul her way. The paramedics were baffled by Ellen’s situation and said she was the third human blueberry they found this week.

Christen wiped the sweat from her brow as she walked to her car. The temperature had been rising all day, and she felt like her insides were cooking. The blue color on her hand had spread to cover her body except for her head. “I hope I am not turning into a blueberry again.” She pulled at the collar of her work uniform. “I can feel my fluids starting to build up inside my body.”

She sighed as she unlocked her car. “Why is this happening to me, though? Why do I constantly have blueberry juice running through my body?” Christen sat down and saw her face turning blue in the mirror. “I hope I can make it home before I swell up again.”

She started her car and turned on the radio. Smooth jazz began to play as she rushed home. Christen was supposed to meet Greg later that day for a date, but now that she was turning blue again, maybe it was a good idea to cancel. “Even if I don’t swell up, look at me.” She held up her right arm. “I am all blue. Greg is going to flip out when he sees me like this.” She noticed blue droplets dripping off of her palms. “Is my sweat turning into blueberry juice? My life is just going off the deep end of weirdness.”

When she arrived home, Christen could feel a sloshing sensation in her legs. As she parked her car, she ran her arms along her limbs to check for any swelling, but her body still felt normal besides the strange sensations happening below her skin. “Well, I can feel juice inside my body now, but I guess it isn’t enough for my body to swell.” She stepped out of the car. “It better stay that way. I am not a blueberry.”

“Still have that blue makeup on, I see Christen.”

Christen turned around to see Margret, who was half-dressed and smoking a cigarette in the neighboring yard. Margret pulled at her oversized t-shirt as she walked closer to her mailbox. “Are you trying to get a new job as a clown or something?”

Christen clenched her hands. “No. It is none of your business.”

Margret flicked her cigarette into the street and coughed. “Right. I just don’t think that amount of blue paint on your skin all the time can be healthy. It must be some kind of health code violation.”

Christen crossed her arms and felt some juice pool at her elbows. “What are you trying to say?”

“Only that if you don’t stop wearing that stupid blue outfit, I might call some authority to get you kicked out of here. We are a respectable neighborhood and all.”

Christin’s eye twitched. That is some bull from someone who parties all night and walks around the block half-naked in day time. Giving me this shit about being colored blue. She took a deep breath.

“I will see what I can do about this.”

Margret smiled. “Good. I would hate to lose you as a neighbor. Breaking in new people is such a bother.” She yawned. “Now to go rest up. I don’t understand how people can be out at this time.”

“It is only four in the afternoon.”

Margret walked towards her house. “What is wrong with you?” She slammed the door.

Christen sighed. “I need to do something.” She looked down at her legs which were just starting to swell. “Great. Well, at least watchful Margret didn’t see this.” She bent down and felt how squishy her thighs were. “I can feel the juices building up inside me. It is weird. The sensation doesn’t bother me that much. Or at least not as much as the first time.”

Christen walked to her front door and stopped as she tapped her finger on the doorknob. “I wonder if there is something I could do about Margret. My blueberry sweat earlier today made Ellen swell into a blueberry, or at least I think that is what happened. Maybe I can get her to swell into one as well.”

Christen shook her head. “No, what am I saying. I can’t do that to someone else. Turning someone else into a blueberry on purpose. That is crazy.” She sighed. “But if I don’t do something, she might try and make my life miserable, maybe even lose my home. Who knows how the housing commission looks on human blueberries.” She turned and looked at Margret’s house, tapping her swollen knee. “Also, maybe if I make her swell, then I won’t have to. I did lose the coloration earlier today when I made Ellen become a blueberry.” She shook her head. “No, I am not going to make someone else turn into a blueberry. It isn’t right.”

She walked into her house and locked the door behind her. “I need to think of what I am going to do before Greg arrives. I need to find some way to keep this swelling down or even drain my body, so he doesn’t freak out about me being a blueberry.” She shook her head. “I need to stop saying that. I am not a blueberry.”

As soon as she closed the door, there was a knocking sound. She turned around and opened the door to see Greg in his dark leather outfit holding a bouquet of roses. “Why, hello.” He blinked his green eyes. “Did you do something with your hair?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I am having a bit of a bad swelling time here. Today might not be the best day for you to visit.”

Greg wrapped his hands around and kissed her. “Hey, I think you are cute.”

“But I am turning into a blueberry.”

He pushed himself inside. “I love blueberries, and I love you.” He kissed her again. “What a swell combo.”

He pulled off her shirt as her swelling body made her pants tight. She giggled as Greg ran his fingers along her body. “Greg, I wasn’t expecting this.” She kissed him as the juices swelled inside her. “But it is wonderful nonetheless.”

She fell onto the floor as her stomach began to push out. His touch made her juices run wild. “Ohh, yes.” Her pants ripped off her body as she started to look closer to a sphere.

He licked her breasts, causing juice to surge in them. Her boobs ballooned outward as her nipples pushed into Greg. “Oh my god.”

“At the rate you are swelling, I won’t even have a chance to slip my dick into you. It is just getting hard to sit on top of you.”

Christen took in deep breaths as she felt wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her, the juices flooding her body like waves of pleasure. “Just keep doing what you are doing. It is making me feel alive.”

Greg sucked on her growing nipples causing Christen to groan. She was now in a fully blueberry with her massive swelling breasts as she continued to swell. “Oh god, yes.”

“I think I should get off now. My back is pressing against the ceiling.”

“Oh, now you don’t. Oh, fuck yes. Don’t let this fucking stop.”

She felt him squeeze into her body, causing her to quiver. “Oh. Ohhh.”

“I am pinned against you.”

Christen smiled. “Yes, and it is wonderful.”

Her nipples pushed through the ceiling, followed by her breasts. More and more, she swelled, the ceiling soon giving way and bouncing Greg onto the second floor. He shook his head as he looked Christen in the face. “Ok, I think I have had enough. You are just getting too big for me to handle.”

She tried to move but found herself stuck. “No.” She was no longer growing. “It can’t end here.”

He walked to the window and opened it. “It was fun, Christen. We can do it again sometime, but just promise me you won’t pin me against a ceiling.”

She sighed. “Fine.”

Greg smiled. “See you around, my lovely blueberry girlfriend.” He blew her a kiss and jumped out the window.

Christen smiled for a moment as she looked at her swollen body and massive breasts. “If only I had a way to actually play with my body right now.” She rocked back and forth until she rolled forward, her body causing the house to groan. Eventually, her boobs touched the side of the house, and she felt the juices inside of her surge again. “Ohh, yes. Where we go again.”