Astrid Berry

Series: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Astrid

Contains: Female blueberry inflation

Reward for Gardefan

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Astrid sighed and leaned back in her chair. Hiccup was supposed to be home by now. His father had taken up renewed effort to train him to become chief of Berk. This meant long days that dragged into evenings. These evenings were usually a time for Astrid and Hiccup to spend together. Lately, she spent them feeling rather lonely.

Astrid sighed again and looked at a full mug on the table. It was filled with a special mead she had bought from traders that stopped by the isle. She gave it a cautionary sniff. It smelled sweeter than normal mead. A small sip confirmed it was tart but notably fruity. She took a larger gulp and swished it around her mouth. The fruity flavor covered her mouth cloyingly. She shrugged and drained the mug before she refilled it.

The haze of alcohol had already settled over her. It didn’t stop her from further imbibing, but it did distract her from a blue tinge overtaking her skin. The color started around her nose and lips and quickly covered her face. It wrapped around her neck, cascaded over her shoulders, and stretched down her arms. Her toned stomach started to distend after it adopted the new hue. However, her hips seemed to embrace the bulk of this initial swell. This was no mere bloat from too much drink. It was the drink itself that caused Astrid to fill with an unknown liquid.

Astrid’s hips crept toward the edge of her chair, but she paid no mind. She failed to notice how her rump swelled and pressed against the back of her chair. It was hard to as she leaned forward to prop herself up with one elbow. She continued to sip at her third mug. The developing haze of the alcohol took her mind off most things.

Part of her thought about how it was understandable that Hiccup was busy. Another part, loosened by her drink, was a little disgruntled. “Kssh…” She slurred. “Takes his time finally confessing, then can’t make time for me…” Her eyes rolled, and she drummed her fingers against her slightly puffier cheek. “Gonna give him an earful later. Maybe talk with his dad, too. I’m gonna need at least a week with him all to myself.” Astrid paused and tried to formulate a coherent idea. All the while, her stomach swelled further into her lap, and her hips hung over her chair. “Or we can take our dragons. Fly out somewhere nice…that could be hic good.”

The idea of a week-long getaway soothed her slightly. It also distracted her from the rising groans of her chair. The legs soon gave way, and Astrid fell back with a notable bounce and slosh. This was enough to catch her attention. It was harder to balance on her hips, and they felt oddly springy. A cautionary bounce caused her position to wobble and her balance to falter. Astrid wound up on her back and lazily glanced at her belly. It was a swollen blue orb nearly as large as a Gronckle hatchling.

Astrid reached out and placed her palm on her exposed stomach. The faint touch tingled her skin, prompting her to brush her hand over it, which drew a soft moan from her. Externally, it was that pleasant electricity. Beneath her skin, it was a dense warmth. Wherever this juice built up, it was soothed with gentle heat.

Astrid slowly got to her feet. Her body felt heavier, but she still rose. Her balance had shifted slightly. Part of her felt a strong lean forward, but there was just as much drag behind her. With the haze of alcohol fully upon her, she teetered back and forth. This essentially had the two sources of weight toying with her.

Those weights increased further as Astrid filled out. Her belly became filler and rounder, while her hips and butt rounded and stretched outward. It was quicker now. As the mead was digested, the influence of the berries spread further through her body. Her sides began to curve, her thighs became plump, and her arms were subtly rounded. Her chest filled and swelled until each breast was larger than her head. The sensations were more intense, both warmth and pleasure. It was enough to lull her into a trance, one more relaxed than a standard drunken state.

Astrid pressed her palms against her stomach. The slight force caused her stomach to indent slightly. She felt the juice swirl and flow beneath her skin, enough to make her chuckle. The emotions stirred the juice and seemed to provoke it to proliferate further.

Now her whole form grew in unison. All of her being swelled outward, and she became rounded. A teardrop shape turned more into a pear. Then, it became rounded like a ball. Astrid’s hips and pelvis overtook her legs, which were gradually reduced down to her feet. The same happened with her arms as her sides and shoulders crept over them. Her belly became broader, and its curve was greater than her height. Although her height gradually increased. This was when her legs had been fully enveloped, except for her feet, and her body continued to swell. It made Astrid appear taller, which was technically true. It was just that her body was a growing sphere that didn’t care if her arms and legs were fully enveloped. She continued to swell, the warmth inside her deepened, and she was lulled into a delightfully relaxed state. Her eyes closed, she swayed gently, and she ignored the sounds of the nearby table being pushed aside.

Some time passed, and Astrid’s growth gradually tapered off. Now she was rightly eight feet in diameter. This measurement was accurate from any angle. Her belly was vast and round, curved like a giant barrel. Her fingers and the tips of her feet poked from the sides of her spherical form, while a head of blonde hair poked from the top. Her cheeks were plump but not overly so. She simply gained a more than subtle curve to them. Her breasts were large, dense orbs that protruded from the front of her body. Aside from a gentle wobble when Astrid breathed, they were too full to jiggle or bounce. The juice stretched them to sizes that dwarfed their former state. The curves of her hips had been merged seamlessly with the roundness of her state. No longer was it the widest part, but she found her spherical shape quite appealing. Though, what she saw was limited to a faint reflection on a nearby shield.

The front door groaned as it was opened. A young man entered and sighed as he kicked off his one boot. “Sorry for taking so long, Astrid. The meeting just kept going on and on. Even Toothless decided to skip out halfway…through…” Hiccup had turned and saw a portion of his living room filled with a giant blue orb. At first, he couldn’t understand what it was until he spotted blonde hair and recognized the fabric of Astrid’s clothes.

It was too late, though.

Astrid took the initiative and stepped forward. The steps were lumbering and awkward, but she pinned Hiccup between her and a wall. She pressed her round body to his, partially enveloping him. She didn’t give him a chance to speak. “You’ve got shome nerve, you know?” She huffed. This wasn’t pure anger. Instead, it was warm agitation. The stress was let loose by alcohol, and Astrid spoke her mind. “I understand that you’re busy learning to be the chief, and I can see that it’s important to you and your dad.” She leaned forward. “That doesn’t mean you need to spend every waking moment working on it. You could try and spare some time for me…”

“Astrid, I’m sorry if I-“ Hiccup started.

“Words can wait…for now, I want you to touch me.” Astrid cut Hiccup off. When he didn’t respond, she leaned forward further. “Come on, reach out.”

Hiccup slowly did as he was told. He turned his palms toward Astrid and rubbed them in slow circles. Through this, he realized how warm Astrid was. Her skin was smooth and radiated a constant heat. If he closed his eyes and focused only on his sense of touch, he could even detect the juice that swirled beneath Astrid’s skin.

Astrid cooed in response. She closed her eyes and relished the attention. “This isn’t how I expected us to spend our evening, but I can’t say I hate it. As long as we’re together.” She murmured.

Hiccup chuckled. “I feel the same.” He moved his arms in a wider arc. He felt the curves of Astrid’s belly, and his hands occasionally bumped the corners of her breasts.

Astrid felt the same electric tingling as when she rubbed her belly. Only, it became more intense and pleasurable when Hiccup did it. Whenever his hands went, the tingle grew more intense. She couldn’t help but release a few coos and gentle moans. She didn’t know what else to do. Practically all of her mobility was gone. She hummed before she leaned back. Given that Hiccup was leaning against her, he was carried upward with her. Astrid lay on her back, and Hiccup was splayed over her belly.

It was clear that this was how they would savor the evening. The fact that Astrid was stuffed with juice could be resolved tomorrow. Whether or not she could return to normal was uncertain, but draining the juice would likely be an excuse for Hiccup to spend much more time with her. In the meantime, they remained as this. Gently, gradually, they both fell asleep.

THE END