A Blueberry World Part 3 Rough Draft

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 but also said she was the third human blueberry they found this week.

Christen wiped 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 expect 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 pressure 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 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 non 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 door knob. “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 eelier 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.”

Christen sat down on her sofa, her legs sinking into the cushions. She put her head into her left hand. “Ok now what to do.”

She heard a sudden knock at her door. “Christen. It’s Greg.”

“Oh crap.” She tried to stand but her mushy legs had slipped into the cracks of her sofa and become trapped. “Great. I am all juiced up and stuck.” She put her hands on the side of the couch and pushed. “Come on, let me out.” The sofa groaned as she pulled her massive legs to freedom, falling flat on her face. “Ouff.” Christen shook her head as she slowly stood up, her legs feeling like marshmallows.

“I can’t imagine what Greg is going to say when he sees me like this.” She looked down at her enormously swollen legs. “It looks like I have shoved barrels into them.” She walked over to the door. “Well I guess I should tell him that I will see him another day.”

Christen opened the door to see Greg holding a bouquet of roses. He wore his signature dark leather jacket and black slacks. “To my favorite gal.” He blinked his green eyes. “Wow, did you do something with your hair?”

“It is a long story. Can I call you another time when I am not so umm . . .?” She widened her stance as a rush of juice flooded her thighs. “Swollen.”

Greg laughed. “Hey, this is fine.” He gently tapped Christen on her massive legs. “You think this was going to scare me away? What is this some suit or something?”

Christen’s checks turned a dark blue as she blushed. “I wasn’t trying to turn you away but it is so nice to hear that.” She smiled. “Come on in.”

She moved to the side so Greg to squeeze by her. He laughed as he bounced off her body. “Your legs feel so squishy. What kind of suit is it?”

Christen closed the door behind him. “It isn’t a suit. I am having some kind of bad reaction or something.”

“Ohh. Well then.” He laughed.

She waddled over to him as she put one hand on her slowly expanding belly. “What is so funny?”

“I just saw someone this morning turn blue and swell into this blue blueberry thing, I didn’t expect you would too.”

She crossed her arms. “You saw someone else.”

Greg shook his head. “Ya. It is weird. One moment she was complaining about some strange bug bite and the next moment we are trying to help her as she is swelling into this massive round ball.” He looked at Christen. “But it was much faster than you.”

Christen walked past him. “Well I have already turned into a blueberry and back. This is my second time.”

“Wait is that why you left the part last night?”

She nodded her head as she put her hands on her now pregnant sized belly.

“Well if I knew that was happening to you I would have helped.” Greg threw up his arms. “Why did you say anything?”

“I don’t know the juices flooding my body had me a bit scared.”

“Well if you need help I am here now.”

Christen smiled. “Well I could use some water.” Flooup. “And my legs are to massive now to move.”

Greg gave her a thumbs up as he walked towards the kitchen. “Be right back.”

While he was gone Christen looked over her body. Her legs were slowly starting to merge and join with her hips. “I am filling up from the ground up. How more absurd can this get.” She suddenly rocked back and forth as her legs merged and her lowered end slowly expanded out into a special shape. “I feel like I am on some amusement park ride.”

Greg walked back in with a large glass of water. “Wow you look like a toy I used to have as a kid.”

Christen rocked back and forth to reach the glass. “Hey give me the water already.”

Greg laughed as he backed away. “Have to reach me first.”

She tried to reach him but only fell onto her chest. “Greg just give me the drink.” She pushed herself back up so she was balanced on her lower round half.

“Ok.” He chuckled. “Here.”

She took the glass and quickly downed the contents. “Ahh that was good.” Suddenly her bloated chest bubbled. “What is going on?”

“How would I know?”

Christen put her hands onto her chest as she felt the juices inside her expand rapidly. Her arms were flung out to the sides as juice swelled inside her chest. “Ugh.” The lower half of her body continued to expand as well, causing her to slowly grow.

“Christen. What is going on?”

She swallowed a rush of blueberry juice in her mouth. “The juice. I can feel it swelling inside of me.” She tried to hold her chest together but in one solid motion her body expanded out into a massive sphere. Whomp. Even then the juices still flood her body, causing her to grow. She slowly pushed the sofa and chairs around her to the side and her head hit the celling.

“Greg. I need to get out of here before this gets any worse. I don’t want to these walls to make me burst. Greg?” She didn’t hear anything as her body pressed into the walls. “He stays until I start to swell until a massive blueberry. Great.”

She heard an engine roar from outside and the next thing she knew Greg’s truck broke through the walls of her house and ran into her massive body. She looked down at the front end of his vehicle that was pressed against her blue body. “What are you doing?”

“Getting you out of here.” He jumped out and grabbed a rope. “I am going to pull you out to my place.”

She gritted her teeth as she swelled a few more inches. “I think I should just stay here. I am getting to big to move. I must be at least sixteen feet tall and who knows how wide.” Christen shook her head. “I don’t even want to know how much I weigh now. It is a good thing I feel so fluid.”

Greg ran the rope around her body. “Nonsense. We will just roll you out of here no problem. And you can stay at my place until you umm.” He put his hand on her body. “Stop being a blueberry I guess. It will be perfect.”

“Greg. Really it is ok. We don’t have to do this. Besides we need to talk about you driving into my house.”

“Hey I saved you from a horrible swelling situation.” He stepped into his truck. “Now hold on.”

Christen gritted her teen as she went along for the ride of her life.