“Wait... what are you...? Why am I so...?”
Liz was having trouble concentrating, but even through the growing haze, she knew that something was very wrong. Wrong with her body. Wrong with her mind. Wrong with her.
When she and Elliot had picked up the strange blue lady from the side of the road, Liz had known that it was a bad idea. But the stranger, who called herself Dizzy, had obviously been in distress and Elliot had insisted on helping, against Liz's protests.
Now, Elliot was gone, having left to go find more clothes for the blue woman, leaving Liz alone with her. And despite Liz's earlier reservations, she found herself more and more... drawn to Dizzy. Her body, which had disgusted Liz at first, suddenly seemed so alluring. She found herself hanging onto Dizzy's every word, wanting nothing more than to please the big blue beauty in front of her.
The other woman must have noticed, because as the two continued talking, Dizzy moved closer and closer on the couch. The nearer she got, the more Liz could smell Dizzy's sweet juicy scent, which only made Liz fall further under the blueberry's sway. When they sat only inches apart, Liz's heart hammering in her chest and her whole body tingling with strange desire, Dizzy leaned forward and whispered playfully.
“Why, Liz. You're looking quite blue.”
Liz's confusion at Dizzy's proclamation only grew as she glanced down and noticed for the first time that her own body had changed, her skin taking on the same blue hue as the other woman. She gasped, horrified, but found herself unable to rise from the couch. Not with Dizzy so close to her.
“Wh-what?” she stammered. “B-blue? I can't... that... I...”
“Hush,” Dizzy purred in her ear. “You talk an awful lot for a berry.”
Berry? No... no, Liz wasn't a berry. She wanted to tell Dizzy that, but at the same time she didn't dare contradict the other woman, not when she was so deliciously close to Liz and Liz could smell that sweet sweet fragrance that spoke of gentle sunlight and rolling meadows and rich soil.
So rather than protest, Liz allowed Dizzy to lay her backwards on the couch, whimpering softly as Dizzy began to remove her clothing. “After all,” Dizzy said. “Berries like you don't need people clothes.”
What happened next was something of a hazy blue blur to Liz. She remembered being touched, rubbed, squeezed. She remembered being offered Dizzy's juiciness and drinking deeply. She remembered the feeling of filling with juice, her body growing big and round and beautiful like a proper blueberry should.
Eventually she was so huge that the couch was unable to support her weight, and she crashed to the floor, her whole body jiggling from the impact. That was enough to rouse her from her blue stupor, but only just. She blinked slow, half-comprehending eyes at the beautiful blueberry goddess who stood before her, eyeing Liz's naked roundness with satisfaction.
“Look at you,” Dizzy said. “My perfect blueberry.”
The old Liz might have screamed in denial, but the huge round fruit only flapped her hands in confused eagerness as her twitching pussy spurted blue pleasure. Yes, it was true. She was a perfect blueberry, and she was Dizzy's completely.
Tags: blueberry, expansion, inflation, ass expansion, berrification, transformation, breast expansion, belly expansion, body expansion, pleasure, immobile, fan sequel, The Blue 32
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Story by b-ridge |
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Artwork by ArtSteady-Andrea Errico |
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