Watch Me Turn Blueberry
In her messy college dorm room, twenty-one-year-old Emily stood in front of the full-length mirror, phone already recording. She missed Jake so much it hurt—three long weeks of him studying abroad—and she knew exactly what would make him drop everything and come running. He’d always had a thing for blueberry inflation, so she’d tracked down that sketchy black-market gum online, the kind that promised “realistic, juicy results.” She popped two pieces into her mouth right on camera, the sweet artificial blueberry flavor exploding across her tongue. “Hey baby,” she purred, turning to show off her blue velour tracksuit and the silly blue clown-nose makeup she’d added just for him. “I chewed it for you… watch what happens next.”
She was still smiling when the first heavy wave hit. Emily’s eyes widened in genuine shock as warmth flooded her entire body. Her skin flushed bright blueberry blue from head to toe, and suddenly she was filling—fast. Juice swelled inside her, pushing her breasts into massive, shiny spheres, rounding her belly into a taut, glistening dome, and thickening her hips and ass until the tracksuit stretched tight and shiny. “Oh fuck—Jake, it’s working,” she gasped, one blue hand flying to her swelling stomach as the weight made her sway. “I’m getting so full… so heavy… look at me.” She bit her lip, flushed and breathless, staring straight into the lens. “This is all for you, baby. Hurry home before I pop.”