Amalgatech Expo: Chapter 1
Filling Time

Warning: I'm actually developing a canon? Spooky.

It was still early in the morning as the Amalgatech officials scurried around the rooftop of the sizable convention center, making sure that everything was perfectly on point for the coming day of festivities.
Among the myriad technicians adjusting this and securing that, a lone young woman stood stock still in the middle of the chaos. Her figure was perfectly outlined in the full rubber bodysuit that she had wriggled into, painting her in slick red from the neck down. A slightly compressed image of the Amalgatech logo dominated the front of her torso. She blew out a slightly shaky breath and turned to the man seated on the edge of the rooftop. A few errant strands of his long black hair danced on the gales associated with the altitude that they currently occupied.  
"Ready?" he asked.
The woman nodded, giggling nervously.
The man approached, one hand stuffed into the pocket of his snakeskin jacket, the other holding a water bottle with the same logo emblazoned across it. He offered it to her.
"You're going to be the best, Becca. Draw the crowds for miles."
Becca let out a vocal breath and hopped from foot to foot, flexing her fingers under the confining gloves. She  finally smiled and accepted the bottle, just as the long haired man dropped a small pill held between his fingers into it's mouth, which noisily bubbled into the water.
"We're ready Gideon" one of the labourers called out over a lengthy coil of cable in his hands.
Becca eyed the bottle in her hands. "Time to sell out" she smiled before gulping back the frothing liquid. She closed her eyes, savouring the thick, sugary taste of the potion just as Gideon leaned in to her ear. The words he whispered into her ear poured out from between his lips, winding, indecipherable and ancient. Some lost forgotten dialect that wasn't spoken so much as woven into the world. The magic hummed slightly as it entered Becca. She had ingested the formula and just received the catalyst. Now time was of the essence.
Gideon withdrew his other hand, holding up the final folded length of rubber that would complete his volunteers uniform. Becca blushed right before letting out a loud belch from the fizzing in her stomach that was yet to abate and quickly took the article from Gideon's hands. It was a full face mask, just as solid as the rest of her suit. She quickly thrust her head inside and pulled it over her face. As the nape of the mask met her collar, the material flowed together seamlessly and her face was fully replaced with featureless red elastic. Becca writhed in place, running her hands across her slick body as the tingling ripple of transformation spread across her. The suit flowed and melted into her pores, gently penetrating her flesh and the tissue within, spreading within her. The second skin swiftly became her only skin. Faceless and voiceless, she could only quiver in place and rub smooth, squeaking hands over an equally frictionless  body, determined to explore and enjoy her new body as much as possible.
Despite the fact that most of her form was converting into homogenous polymer, the bubbling in her gut did not subside.
"Everything feel good down there?" Gideon inquired.
The red rubber lass tore herself away from the sensations long enough to offer a silent thumbs up before returning to groping her own malleable breasts. One hand extended downwards, rubbing at the smoothness between her legs . She shivered at the familiar pleasurable sensation that usually accompanied such anatomical exploration. But the feeling did not fade, rather than push upwards deeper into her body, to meet with the bubbling pressure that had only been building within her.

Gideon watched as the gas inside of his subject finally started to push outwards, swelling her flat stomach into a rounded belly. She cradled it in her hands, her fingers dancing like spiders across it's smooth surface. As her girth increased, her movements began to grow more sluggish. The air inside of her was replacing more of her body mass, substituting her limbs with hollow tubes full of air and doing away with her joints. The large, swelling ball of a belly that had been growing out from her stomach started to invade the rest of her torso, rounding out her back and pushing her legs apart, leaving everything between her bust and thighs a steadily inflating red ball. The gasses inside of her finally pushed into her chest, causing her breasts to steadily fill out, eclipsing any rationally sized orbs and causing Becca's probing hands to return to them as best as she could, feeling their taut, rounded surface.
It was at this point that the pull of gas within the burgeoning ball of rubber started to over shadow gravity's hold on her, and the balloon's kicking feet slowly left the ground, causing her to hover a foot off the rooftop, the wind already plucking at her. Gideon snapped his fingers, pointing at the buoyant girl. Immediately a technician ran in with a thick cable in one hand, the metal cord capped by what looked like a suction cup. Reaching underneath the rubber ball, the man quickly affixed the cable in place, clamping it over what was once the ball's crotch. Her hands clenched into fists at the sensation.
The swelling rubber doll bounced her arms off of her spherical torso, which was gradually consuming her widening thighs. The sound of a deep, reverberating drum echoed from within her, along with the usual squeaks of rubber that accompanied her every motion. Still she grew. Eventually the curvature of her body spread to her shoulders, spreading her massive breasts across the ball of her body, like two halves of an exercise ball on one hemisphere of a globe. She twitched her stumpy arms and legs, now merely widening bumps capped by bloated hands and feet. gradually her wrists and ankles gave way as the bones within dissolved, leaving stubby, sausage-like fingers and toes that merged with the ever encroaching orb of her body with faint pops.
Finally, the smooth orb of her head was left to witness the last of her impressive bosom spread flat against the huge balloon that she had become. Her entire body trembled, and with a rush of air that sounded almost like a gasp of pleasure, the boundaries of her head gave way and the last vestige of humanity was wiped smooth, just becoming a part of her curvature.
Gideon regarded the massive red sphere that dominated the rooftop, pleased to see that she was still swelling. Circling around so that he could see the resplendent Amalgatech logo stretched wide across it's expanse, the sleekly dressed man rapped his knuckles against the thick skin of the balloon, eliciting a drum like reverberance that caused the massive sphere to twitch ever so slightly.
"Perfect" he finally smiled. "Time to do your job"
Slowly, the balloon continued to rise, drifting upwards into the sky. The assembled crew watched her rise in silence until the cord grew taut. The massive red orb hovered above them like a second moon, casting the group in shadow. She could be seen for miles, drawing crowds into the building beneath her.
Gideon glanced over the lip of the convention centre's roof, watching the first trickles of pedestrians approaching, their eyes pulled skywards. He knew that the balloon could feel every one of their gazes tickling her taut rubber skin. He smiled, signalling for the rest of gang to start packing up and get back downstairs. A lot of set up still had to get done before the doors opened.
This was going to be one hell of a day.



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The city exposition was not a very new affair. On an annual basis the former site of a long concluded world’s fair was booked up and overrun by carnival attractions, vendors, opportunistic peddlers and performance groups that all sought their share of the spotlight. Attendance was never an issue, as the exposition was usually large enough to attract the usual stream of locals, tourists and otherwise who felt like treating themselves to a day on the town. Walking from one end of the expo to the other would expose the average attendee to a wealth of noises, from the electronic beeping of midway games to the cry of hucksters showing off some miracle product or another. The scent and flavour of a cornucopia of food struck the nose no matter where one was standing, overpowered only by the grease and exhaust of a nearby churning fairground attraction. Gourmet food trucks offered a taste of the refined alongside carny stalls selling their greasy concoctions, leaving one trapped between the choice of having a mellow grilled cheese sandwich loaded with sautéed onions and kale or another deep fried Mars Bar.

But this year, a brand new buzz was circulating the fairground. The word in the air concerned the multi-billion dollar omnicorpration Amalgatech. One of the largest, most enigmatic corporations on the planet was about to hold a public expo of their own for the first time. They had booked up the largest pavilion on the grounds and a seemingly endless parade of workers, technicians and people in suits had filtered in and out of the building as banners unfurled with the Amalgatech logo.

Far above the preparations, on a catwalk overlooking the length and breadth of the convention hall, a pair of men engaged each other in the sort of conversation that can really only be properly conducted from the kind of shadowy vantage point that they currently occupied.
“We’ve never been this exposed before” murmured the man on the left. He was taller than his friend and as skinny as a scarecrow. The fairly neat appearance proved by his waistcoat and tie was offset by the tangled explosion of brown hair on top of his head, like the frayed end of a Q-tip.
“I think you’re forgetting the Christmas party already” replied the man from the roof. If his counterpart looked as though he was making an attempt at refinement, this one looked like he was making a mockery of it. His vivid (faux) crocodile skin jacket was draped over bare shoulders, revealing his well sculpted torso and the thick black tattoos that curled across his pectorals. He tucked an errant strand of black hair back into the large bandanna he wore and shot his companion a playful, knowing look.
“You know what I’m talking about Gideon.” The thin man smirked “This new, public side we’re unveiling. Coming out into full view with our cards on the table.”
“Not exactly ALL our cards”
“Enough of them though.” The man in the vest continued “As soon as you have an open stance, people will start to denounce it”
“I’ve been around a long time LJ, I’ve seen the ebb and flow of culture and people, and I’ve seen brave exciting new ideas rise to prominence and public acceptance on a wave of critics and protesters.” Gideon CorBeaux wasn’t just talking. To look at him, one wouldn’t guess the centuries of life that hung on his shoulders “This will only help our case.”
“I’d love to hear this speech when we we’ve got a picket line of parent’s groups outside our gates.” LJ replied.
“We've been getting people ready for a day like this for decades” CorBeaux continued “The social climate has never been better. Anthropomorphic rights, the burgeoning market of transformed peoples, the steady swell of public awareness of magic… What's the company motto again?"
"You chose it"
"I want to hear you say it"
LJ sighed "Changing the World. One Person at a Time."
"And it's happening"
“It needs to happen faster.”
“Which is why we’re doing this” Gideon swept his arm over the expanse of their pavilion, before turning back to LJ with a knowing grin “Be honest babe, you’re just gonna miss the whole sinister puppetmaster shtick”
It was LJ's turn to smile as he leaned off of the railing. His mouth split into a wide, toothy grin that seemed to illuminate the darkness and exceed the dimensions of his face. At times, even Gideon found it a little unsettling. “Maybe I just prefer to work from the shadows.” He said “But fine Corbeaux, I trust you”

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“Excuse me, hey! Hey!” Elizabeth Marlo grunted and yelped as she elbowed her way through the throngs of people pushing to get through the gate. She waded into the seething mass of humanity, one arm held up as a buffer against the crowd, the other tightly clutching her smartphone and it’s microphone attachment close to her chest. Her eyes swivelled in their sockets, taking in the colourful displays, the large stages and the towering banners that hung from the ceiling. The young woman knew that she had no time for sight seeing and frantically checked the day's schedule. From the looks of things, she had already missed "Witchcraft 101" and "Tails: Making the most of your fifth limb". As if to accentuate the point,  a couple ambled pat her, linking elbows and sporting what looked like newly gained furry appendages from their backsides. The boy's looked like it belonged to a cat and the girl's was decidedly more bushy and vulpine in nature.
"We need to get you some cute little ears to complete the look" she commented, absently nibbling her lip.
"Likewise" her boyfriend answered back "Heck, why not a whole fur coat? Where did he say that booth was?"
The two tails subtly curled around each other as they both headed off, quickly swallowed by the crowd.

Elizabeth shook her head at the spectacle and returned her gaze down to the schedule. There seemed to be quite a line-up outside of "Identifying Slimes" and "Intimacy and Inanimacy" seemed a bit too weird for mass appeal. That was the problem that any good podcaster faced. Anyone with a microphone, an opinion and a motormouth could post themselves online, but keeping an audience and what's more, actually doing it for a living took a deceptive amount of work. It was a constant uphill battle of staying on top of current trends, picking the right niche to fill at the right time, cooking up material and bullet points that could generate listener feedback and traffic, a lot of late nights spent editing, rendering and re-rendering and then jumping on a bus or plane to the next expo for the rest of the convention season. Even thinking about it now made Lizzie weak in the knees. She blinked fatigue out of her eyes and opened up her blog on her phone, scrolling through the ocean of "Ask Me" submissions, running a  quick mental screening process before submitting a few quick answers. The cacophony around her faded in place of lively music, causing her to glance up at one of the larger performance halls she had wandered into. Several stages protruded into the space, all of which were densely populated by demonstrators and audience members alike.  On the far side of the room, almost hypnotically lively eastern music accompanied a troupe of dancers in odd, skimpy feathery costumes. On a second glance, Elizabeth realized that none of them were wearing costumes, save a few strategic lengths of cloth and jewelry. The dancers were all a cross between bronze-skinned humans and birds. The sign in front of the chairs read: "Native Garunda Culture: The People of the Sky". As involving as the performance was, it looked to be wrapping up pretty soon. Lizzie needed to drop in on something that was just beginning.

Elizabeth's eyes drifted back down to her phone as she quickly updated her Twitter.
"Crazy out in force today at the Amalgatech Pavillion. Here's hoping a walk home tonight without an extra pair of arms."
Even as she hit the submit button, Lizzie could suddenly feel eyes on her.
"Excellent, a volunteer!" a voice at the far end of the room exclaimed.
The podcaster glanced upwards at a crowd of seated spectators all revolving in their chairs to look at her. She seemed to be standing in an aisle leading right up to a stage, where an expectant woman in a lab coat waved to her.
"Whu" Elizabeth mumbled even as she strolled forward, compelled by the sudden rumble of the crowd.
Stepping onto the brightly lit stage, she finally got a good look at her hostess. The white-clad woman was clearly not entirely human. For starters her skin and hair were a deep, vibrant purple, which almost served to distract from her tall, pointed ears and the uniform yellow colour of her eyes.
"Are you...um, dressed as something?" Elizabeth couldn't help but inquire.
"Oh, don't worry" the violet woman laughed, flapping her lab coat. "I actually am a biologist"
"Oh"

"Now" the oddly pigmented scientist continued "As we were discussing, the phenomenon known as The Bloat really needs to be witnessed in order to be fully understood. We'll be instigating a bio-chemical trigger today, but remember that there can be any number of catalysts that can trigger it, from the mechanical to the magical..."
Elizabeth's concentration drifted, eclipsed by confusion. She looked around the open stage and noticed a technician standing in the wings and looking at her. The inadvertent volunteer frantically shrugged and tried to relay her lack of information, discreetly sticking a thumb over her shoulder at her partner in the spotlight.
The stage-hand looked to be an anthropomorphic dog or possibly a wolf, dressed in simple black clothing and with a specialized headset clipped around his triangular ears. He gave her a quick, silent thumbs up and gestured towards the sides of his head, miming out a set of ears on the sides of his head. He quickly mouthed a word that looked "elf".

"She's an e-ACK!" Lizzie was interrupted by a sudden pinch on her backside, causing her to swivel around and face her attacker. A ripple of amusement passed through the  crowd.

"Sorry" the lecturer shrugged "Just getting your attention. Candy?" she held out an open pack of what looked like lozenges .
Figuring that this was an olive branch, and not wanting to get into a bitchfest on stage in front of all these strangers, Elizabeth selected a simple blue sweet from the box and popped it into her mouth. She noticed the hostess wink to the audience, which responded with a bout of nervous laughter.

The candy started to melt on her tongue almost instantly, filling the young woman's mouth with the rich, tangy flavour of fresh fruit. She almost gagged on the explosion of taste, but quickly swallowed the surprising amount of juice. With a chance to silently revel in the indulgent sweet that she had been given, Elizabeth tore a fragment of her concentration away to again examine the woman next to her.
"Elf" she thought to herself as she continued to suck on her treat. The purple woman certainly seemed to be almost unnaturally beautiful,  and her tall slender frame accompanied the ears quite well.  Elizabeth found herself entranced by this woman's sharp features, her slender arms and long fingers, her rounded, massive....Lizzie blinked. While her long coat did a decent job of hiding it,  the otherwise waifish elf  possessed a wide, flaring set of hips  connected to a truly prodigious backside. The mystery deeped. While Elizabeth had seen a few elves on television and understood them  to have the same bright yellow eyes as her hostess, she also recalled hearing that most of them hailed from Eastern Europe and were for the most part, fair skinned. Outside of a few video games, she had never heard of a purple elf.

"Ah" the hostess smiled as the crowd gasped "It's beginning"

Elizabeth was starting to feel pretty awkward standing silently in front of all these people. Fortunately if there was anything the podcaster knew about, it was how to fill dead air.
"So...I never got your name" she inquired.
"Thamara" the elf grinned. "Lovely to meet you proper. My apologies for all the hustle, I was just SO very eager to get things rolling" she grinned at her last comment as if it were a private joke. "And you would be Elizabeth, right?"
"Yeah I- wait, I never..."
Thamara winked and tapped her temple with a long finger. "Just a little elf trick. You wear your name quite well"
"I have...no idea what that means" Elizabeth responded "And I'm sorry, but am I supposed to do something? Why am I up here in front everyone?" she inquired with a wave towards the crowd.
Her gesture to the audience fell short as she suddenly noticed her arm. The quizzical woman shook it a few times to insure that nothing was stuck to it and blinked to ensure that nothing was affecting her vision. But everything stayed as it was. Her arm was a resplendent shade of sapphire.
"Whugh" she articulated.
"Oh, you're an absolutely exquisite shade!" Thamara smiled, holding up her own purple arm next to Elizabeths, comparing the colours.
"Am I..." she trailed off. Lizzie realized that she had turned the exact same colour as the sweet she had been given and attempted to spit it out, only realizing that her mouth was empty. The hard candy had long since melted away, but the rich taste still filled her mouth.
"Indeed you are" Thamara offered gamely with a wiggle of her eyebrows, before she faced out the the crowd, her voice leaping upwards in volume.
"Blueberry!" she exclaimed "An old favourite and a perfect example of our phenomenon in action"

Elizabeth backed away from the edge of the stage, the leering eyes of the crowd the least of her concern. Her arms were completely blue and if she crossed her eyes, she could determine that her nose was too. She lifted up her shirt to confirm that her stomach was the same rich colour. She couldn't see it, but the deep blue pigmentation had even bled through her hair and pupils, leaving her the same uniform tone from head to toe.

"As you can see, the juice that our lovely volunteer's body is producing has already almost completely saturated her body. Every cell in her body is drinking it in, recognizing it as a friendly substance. Her cellular walls are already adapting, and absorbing the sugars and protein chains."
Thamara prevented Liz from lowering her shirt in order to accentuate her point.
"But the unaltered human body with it's current physiology can only store so much, and our budding blueberry has a long way to go before she's done" the biologist continued, circling around Lizzie. "Could you lift up your arms please dear?"

"I didn't sign up for this!" the irate blogger quietly hissed at the elf  "Make it stop!"

"Oh!" Thamara said in a hushed tone "But you strode up on stage with such a sense of purpose, and you're taking to it so well!" She regarded the blue woman "Well, no turning back now, you understand. But honestly sweetie, what did you think was going to happen when you took that sweet? Are you going to tell me that you had no idea what you were doing up here?"

"Well I-" Elizabeth muttered, trying to muster out a sentence of protest. Of course, she had suspected something odd, but she certainly didn't  think she would end up as one of those bloated medical cases that she saw on the news.  All bulbous and helpless. Completely at the mercy of those around them...not a care in the world....
Well,  maybe she had less  SUSpected that something would happen than she had EXpected something, but that was hardly her fault then.
She didn't reply, choosing instead to focus on a sudden pressure within her stomach.

Elizabeth had never been one for exercise, but she now had a very visible stomach bulge that was steadily growing outwards, pulling more and more flesh along with it. Within a minute, Lizzy no longer had to lift her shirt up to see her belly. A bulging band of sapphire flesh marked with a deep bellybutton had neatly separated her top and her waistline. She staggered, placing a hand on her exposed stomach. There was a rush of sensation from the point of contact which made her let out a small "Oh!".

"Ah, it's starting to pick up!" Thamara called out, her stage voice returning.  "As the body's natural tissue reaches it's limit,  it starts to pile up and store itself less efficiently. Oversaturated fat cells are the first to be affected, packed full of juice to the point that they begin to liquefy, merging into the homogeneous fluid that fills our subjects body"  She placed a hand on Liz's widening stomach and pressed, her fingers being slightly enveloped by the mass of blue flesh.
"Does that hurt dear?"
A dumbfounded Elizabeth shook her head. She placed a hand on her swelling stomach, feeling her skin press out between her fingers like a water balloon. Even now she could hear a deep gurgling from her gut, as though whatever was filling her was bubbling into being at her very core.
"Now, normally stretch marks would start to appear if this were normal weight gain or a pregnancy. But as you can see, the flesh remains unblemished. Does anyone know why that is?"
Lizzy's stance widened slightly as she grasped her growing belly in both hands. It had begun to hang over her belt and it's substantial weight was starting to affect her equilibrium. She managed to tear herself away from her belly to see a hand shoot up in the audience.
"Ummm" A young man in the front row inquired "Is it...because her skin is....lubricated?"

"Ah" Thamara snickered "A little crudely put, but you aren't too far off. Essentially the natural sugars of the juice currently saturating her induce production of a biopolymer  that promotes elasticity in her tissues, preventing her from running out of room too quickly"

The surprises didn't end there. Elizabeth felt something give way inside herself, somewhat like a headrush centralized in her pelvis. That feeling was quickly followed by the sensation of fullness and rushing fluids as her balance was thrown off yet again, this time causing her to stagger backwards as her butt ballooned outwards. She stretched a hand out to feel the plush, voluminous backside that she had just been endowed with. Only able to judge by touch alone, Lizzy could only judge that it was at least twice as wide as she used to be.

Thamara slowly orbited the growing woman.  stopping behind her, the purple elf reached over Elizabeth's shelf of an ass to rest her hands on the blue woman's shoulders.
"As you can see, the juice filling up our brave volunteer still follows the laws of physics. As soon as it is able, it flows downwards and settles in the nearest fat deposits, namely the buttocks"
She punctuated her sentence with a full-handed spank across Lizzy's left cheek with sent ripples across her entire rear, eliciting another gasp from the still growing girl.

"What....what do you mean 'able'?" she asked through panting breaths at the latest assault on her senses. "Why...did it just hit my ass now?"

"Well" Thamara replied "As your natural tissues disintegrate, the juice is free to fill more of you. Obstructions such as ligaments, muscles and even smaller bones just melt away to make way for your juices."

Elizabeth shuffled in place. "Don't I...need those?"

"The juice compensates" Thamara smiled "If it weren't for that lovely liquid you're filling up with, you wouldn't be standing with your current muscle density."

"How-?" Elizabeth began before the violet scientist circled around and placed a finger on her lips.

"Later" she smiled, before tapping Elizabeths thigh, which was approaching the diameter of a kitchen plate. "might want to widen your stance dear"

Even before the words had fully left her hostess's mouth, the burgeoning berry felt another rush of fluid, this time centered around her crotch. This one felt pleasantly like the sensation of blood rushing to intimate zones, only spread across a much vaster area. She let out a long, low moan as her legs naturally opened to make way for nearly a foot of space provided by her swollen undercarriage. Elizabeth's body now vaguely resembled a very chubby teardrop, with a swollen, nearly spherical torso that tapered upwards, punctuated by a pair of steadily swelling breasts, as the juice had finally risen to start affecting them, capped with a slightly bewildered head on top of it all.  Lizzie really did want to feel for her widening crotch, but her hands could barely reach over the widening  horizon of her belly.
For the first time, she could start to feel the limits of her bra, cutting somewhat painfully into her boobflesh. She reached up wards to test one of the taut straps, feeling it's tensile strength between her fingers.

"Let me get that for you" Thamara offered. Lizzy felt a flash of heat between her shoulder blades as a small magical spark erupted from the elf's fingertip. All at once, her brassier fell away, filling her already overburdened t-shirt with acres of unleashed flesh with an audible GLOONK noise. She could feel the fabric and wires of her bra actually shift and begin to unravel, the separate threads just magically melting away into the ether. She yelped as a tingling in her pants made her realize that her bottoms had suffered the same fate.
"Whoops" Thamara apologized as she saw the swelling woman's visible pantie line dissapear. "Guess I over did it."
Lizzy looked upon the deep blue valley of her cleavage for the first time. In the past, Lizzy had never been very proud of her bust, but now the sapphire orbs in front of her defied any concept of natural endowment and crossed over into the territory of divine blessing, and they were only getting bigger and rounder. She adjusted her stance again as mobility started to leave her legs. They now resembled thick cones that were pinched ever so slightly at the knee. At this point Lizzy wasn't entirely sure how she was standing either.

Her gaze eventually drifted upwards from her distended body to the crowd of expectant faces. Elizabeth felt odd. It was of course embarrassing to be swelling up like a balloon in front of all these people, but she strangely didn't feel true humiliation. Against her better judgment, all she could muster was a slight haze of bashfulness that manifested itself as an indigo blush in her cheeks. As another jolt of growth rippled through her, Elizabeth's head jerked backwards instinctively, drawing her gaze upwards and across the room.
Amazingly, on the far end of the large convention hall, she could see a mirror image of her own plight being  played out on an opposite stage. The bloated form of what looked like a young man pawed at his massive, slightly shiny belly in faint shock. Though also inflating with equal fervour, there were a few differences. For one, his skin wasn't the same deep blue as Lizzy's was, and whatever was filling this boy up clearly was lighter than the gallons of juice that hung heavily on Elizabeth's frame. She watched him grab at his expanding chest, squeezing it and shuffling around with a level of agility that the blue woman did not possess.

If she focused, Elizabeth could actually FEEL the juice inside of her trickling through her tissues. Every second, a hundred little miniature damns were giving way and allowing the cool, tingling liquid to diffuse more of her body.

"At this point" Thamara continued, lightly pinching a small portion of the swollen girl's belly. "The cellular saturation of the juice in our subject's lower body will start to slow, causing the liquid to rebound upwards and equalize itself. Nature adores a sphere, and that's what we'll be seeing here today"

Lizzie gaped at the feeling of fullness that invaded her upper torso. Her shoulders thickened like pillows, pressing up against her neck as her arms began to feel more like thickened sausages. Slowly they were lifted away from her sides by their own internal pressure and began to shorten, eclipsed by her ever expanding torso. Her huge, globular breasts pressed into the straining fabric of her simple top, each capped with twitching, coaster-sized nipples that were almost painfully erect and sensitive. Almost.
Liz bit her lip and grunted as another rattling gush of juice pushed her body further outwards. She had to chew on her lip a second time to be sure, but she was fairly certain that even they were getting thicker, no, juicier. Her body resembled an over stuffed starfish; arms that wouldn't bend sticking out at odd angles, wide legs that tapered down to minuscule feet and a tiny head eclipsed by the mammoth body enveloping her. Being filled up by these gallons and gallons of fluid felt like nothing that she had experienced. The incredible pressure was almost like an embrace  on every inch of her body, combined with that tingle that spread across her body in waves. She wanted more.
The only frustration was her limbs. It was aggravating to have to constantly shift her amazing bulk between her strained ankles, and having arms that she could barely use felt like an unscratchable itch. At this point, she would rather not even have those troublesome  little protrusions.

"Now" Thamara tore her eyes off of the swelling blueberry and swivelled to the audience. "I know there's one, very basic question that's at the back of your mind concerning our little blueberry here. Anyone wanna say it? I'm sure you've all wondered it in the past..."

A cluster of several dozen hands shot up across the field of spectators, and Thamara had barely selected a young  woman from the third row before she blurted out her inquiry:
"Where is it all coming from!?" she yelled "I've seen this happen a ton of times and no one ever told me! What the helll? How is she getting so big?"

A puzzled look crossed Lizzie's face as she considered this. That was a very good question. If she really focused, she could feel the ocean of juice inside of her, churning and flowing through and around her internal workings. And somewhere, deep down at the core of her being...she could feel a rushing sensation, kind of like the feeling of a pool jet against a bare thigh. Or more accurately, it felt like a lonesome night with a detachable shower head. Some great torrent of fluid  was pushing it's way into her body. It was the very source of her inflation.
Her train of thought was interrupted as her widened hemisphere of a crotch finally pressed against the floor, sending another flood of new and delightful feeling through her body. She gasped and cooed slightly while Thamara continued.

"Deep within our swelling subject there exists a tiny anomaly that I can only attempt to explain to you. It is an organic paradox, and fuels all cases of-ah....overfulfillment that we now live with in this modern age. It is called...'The Bloat"

The purple scientist let that hang over the audience for a second. Lizzie looked over the slightly darkened faces of the crowd as her feet were gradually pulled away from the floor. She really was just a big blue ball at this point, with a slightly saggy belly capped by turgid, squashed breasts and overstuffed nubs of limbs that could barely  wiggle, save for the occasional flail of her vestigal hands and feet.  The blueberry tried to kick away from the floor, to accelerate the obsoletion of her own feet. The more of her titanic weight was pressed against the floor, the more she could that heavy, ecstatic feeling  flood through her body. It wasn't a shock or a jolt, nothing so fleeting. It was an ever present flood of pleasure that stretched across her skin and only increased with her volume. She realized that getting her rocks off in front of an entire auditorium of people might not be the most polite thing in the world to do, but if she was being honest with herself, the exhibition of it might have even been part of the thrill.

"The Bloat" Thamara explained "Is still a scientific mystery to us. It is an entirely natural phenomona, even occasionally occurring without the need for artificial stimulus. We at Amalgatech have found a way to trigger The Bloat within live subjects using the right series of copyright chemicals"

"Why?" a woman from the fourth row blurted out.

"Fair enough" Thamara laughed. "You must understand that beyond it's need for a living host, The Bloat represents a potentially limitless source of energy and resources. Even now we have already found numerous invaluable uses for current Bloat subjects, and we're just scratching the surface of the possibilities. The Bloat is a unique physical reaction that replicates it's catalystic substance at an exponential rate, within absolutely stable conditions. it's an inaccurate metaphor, but imagine a small, reverse black hole. Now imagine if those same conditions could be applied to fusion? We have either opened a portal to a dimension of limitless abundance, or are literally creating something from nothing!"

Thamara was getting excited, excitedly pacing up and down the stage as she continued to rant, her wide butt swinging and bobbing behind her. Lizzie watched her go, even as the elven biologist began to disappear under the wide blue horizon of her body. At this point her limbs were gone. She was now resting entirely on the lower curve of her body and struggling not to moan at the sensation that dominated her body. It would have been pure bliss of it weren't the pervading sensation of tightness that was starting to make itself known across her skin. Her acres of blue flesh started to grow over her hands and feet. Her once mammoth breasts were now stretched out domes. Even her head began to slowly sink down into her unyielding  body. What might have once been her collar and shoulders pressed against her chin and bloated cheeks, causing Liz to wonder exactly  how much more she could swell. How tight could she get?
"Um...Ms. Thamara?" She weakly inquired, her words slightly muffled by her own bloated face. If the elf could hear her, she clearly didn't care, too busy in explaining her passion the the audience.
"It all depends on the chemical triggers used to initiate the reaction." she continued "A mutation of a protein compound commonly found in fruit is one such example, as is the right formula of gasses introduced into the body at the right time...."

Liz could start to feel herself  reaching her upper limits. For the first time since movement had been robbed from her limbs, she was starting to actually feel helpless. Her own body had extended beyond her control, and it was still growing, disobeying her as it swelled. The slightly sagging berry began to grow taut and more spherical,  the weight of her huge body was being eclipsed by it's surface tension as less and less of her was making contact with the ground. Within herself, she became aware of her smothered joints and even her bones, the ligaments connecting her skeleton being stretched out and pulled taught.
"Ms. Thamara?" Liz asked again with slightly more panic in her voice. "Doctor?"

"So it's some kinda magic?" another voice near the back of the audience proposed.

"No!" Thamara interjected "Just because we don't fully understand it, doesn't mean it's mystical in origin! Is a quasar magic? Is cold fusion or atomic transmutation magic? It's a modern puzzle that we have the capacity to solve!"

Liz couldn't really pay attention to the presentation any more. She was completely helpless to the expansion of her own body at this point, enraptured by the sheer pressure exerting itself over every inch of her body, and the divine sensation of pleasure it was filling her with as her perspective rose higher and higher with the increase of her diameter. It was still increasing, past any other form of gratification she had ever experienced. It felt close to a crescendo.
"Am I gonna-" Liz wondered to herself with what little rational thought she was capable of. "She wouldn't let me...not here. Not all over anyone...."
She gasped as the swelling of her body ground to a halt, but the pressure continued to intensify. She had reached her limit, a huge blue sphere almost twice as tall as she had been, with barely visible hands and feet and a half sunken head. Her breasts had at this point completely stretched across the wide expanse of her upper region and somehow, her tarp of a t-shirt and parachute-shaped stretch pants had held on through all of it. The overstretched fabric of her shirt occasionally slid upwards away from the equator of her exposed midriff, catching on her dinner-plate sized nipples and sending jolts of sensation rippling through the depths of her juicy form. And even now the liquid was still pouring in.

"Ms. -ugh- Ms. Thama-ah-ra-oooohhh" Liz halfheartedly grunted. "D-doctor? ooohh. Uggghh"

This was it, she could possibly hold any-

*BANG*

The sudden explosion caused everyone in the room to jump and elicited a short scream from Liz. She gasped and returned to her typical heavy breathing as the gravid blueberry realized that she was still in one piece. The crowd turned row by row towards the source of the sound, which turned out to be the stage on the other side of the hall. Flecks and pieces of what looked like thin, flesh coloured rubber were spiralling down out of the air like a bizarre snow globe while a lanky man in two pieces of a three piece suit was rubbing his ears and trying to calm down a severely disturbed crowd before their hysteria spread too far.
“It’s alright everyone! All part of the show! Granted, our darling volunteer went off a mite sooner than expected, but we have plenty of countermeasures in place.”
Even as he spoke, a man in a snug looking clean suit had walked on stage with what looked like a shop vac under one arm, sucking up the rubbery shards of the volunteer before they hit the ground. The other end of the tube was connected to a humming chamber of some sort that looked big enough to hold a person.

Liz gave a shuddering sigh. She was absolutely huge. The ceaseless pressure hadn't abated in the slightest, but it seemed as though the filling had finally stopped. She was as taut as a drum, her entire massive weight resting on a single, electric point of contact. She buzzed with the almost obliterating sensation of being filled. It was like being teased to the very point of climax across not only inch of her skin, but also down through the depths of her body to her very core. And she was being denied the mercy of release, leaving her to ride the sensation like an eternal wave. With the panic of a potential popping fading from her mind and her senses returning to her, Liz attempted to hear the end of Dr. Thamara's speech.

"Ah" She smiled "If my calculations are correct, then our big, bountiful blueberry is all done. Another miraculous aspect of the  bloat is it's ability to stabilize itself when the subject reaches critical mass...usually" She glanced over across the hall as the clean up technician vacuumed up the last scraps of the volunteer.
"How do you feel sweetie?" Thamara asked.
"Ahhh. Mmm. Oh. Good- oh. It's good. Full...and good"
"Good" Thamara confirmed, taking in the gravid form of her freshly grown blueberry.

After a moment, one member of the gaping audience finally blurted out.
"What now?"

"Ah, yes" Thamara nodded, rapping her knuckles on the taut blue skin of Lizzie's side. Liz could barely squirm at the reverberations that rippled through her.
"Berries such as this are obscenely useful to those who know how to use them properly. The initial option is, of course; juicing" She began to walk around the wide base of the blueberry.
"Once a risky and haphazard process, it is now a simple matter to restore mobility to a fruit hybrid. Amalgatech in particular has several clever and patented juicing methods intended to make the de-spherification process as comfortable and enjoyable as possible."
"I'd just...." Liz spoke in a shuddering voice "Be normal again?"
"Well...." The purple woman sought the correct words. "Technically due to your body's complete cellular saturation, you no longer classify as strictly human any more. You are mostly Blueberry at this point, and even if enough juice is removed for you to regain your former dimensions, you will still be a blueberry. Just a human-shaped one"
"Whugh?" Lizzie tried to muster a coherent response.
Thamara just shrugged and gave her another drum-like thump on her side "Welcome to the new normal kiddo."
"What does that mean?" a woman near the back shouted out.
Thamara ccontinued circling Lizzie's circumference, letting her fingers lightly dance across the blue expanse of the berry's skin, eliciting an appreciative moan.
"Well, she'll always be blue. There is simply too much juice in her body to ever be completely expunged." At this, she started to run her hands across the curved, violet expanse of her own body. "And depending on how she chooses to be juiced there will be a bit of...swelling in the affected area" Thamara brought both hands down to smack her own voluminous ass. "If you haven't guessed by now, I myself am only half an elf. The other half is all grape." She grinned at this. "As plant hybrids, we are completely capable of photosynthesis and can sustain ourselves almost entirely off of our own juices. There's really nothing much a berry needs save some sun and water and a little love. Plus we taste wonderful" She ran her tongue over her lips at this, to a more enthusiastic response from the crowd.

"Concerning the juicing process itself, well, I'm afraid that's a trade secret of Amalgatech industries" the elf continued, now leaning against the massive, grunting blueberry. "But our staff are the best in the world and we have a near perfect success rate." Her tone shifted slightly as an authoritative spark entered her eyes. "I want to remind everyone here that only registered technicians should attempt to juice a fully ripened berry. The process is a lot trickier than you'd think and irresponsible behaviour can lead to injury, cross-contamination or even rupture"
"RUPTURE!?" Lizzie yelped from her perch atop her own body.
"Not need to worry dear" Thamara patted her berry "We're the best and we've got you"
"Are you....gonnaaaaugghh.....gonna juice me?" Lizzie asked, not entirely sure if she wanted an answer to the question. At least not right this second.
Thamara's eyes sparked vibrantly at this. "Let me tell you about our more sustainable programs"
She gestured to a screen behind her that began to flash images of large multicoloured circles, graphs and various popular commercial products.
"Berry juice produced by the bloat is, well, quite simply, a miracle product in it's own right. Produced within a human body, this juice is outstandingly nutritious and utterly compatible with the human physiology. It can be drunk, used as a flavour extract, jellied or even cured into candy! Loaded with vitamins, proteins and everything the body needs, the natural sugars make exquisite ointments and balms that hydrate and rejuvenate skin and are clinically proven to heal injuries faster"
She was talking quickly again, rattling off the uses of this apparent panacea like a snake oil salesman.
"It's vapours decrease stress and encourage fertility. It's basic properties encourage plant growth! It's the most revolutionary discovery since the steam engine, and we have an almost limitless supply of it!"
She rested her hands on Lizzie again, who had begun to rock back and forth ever so slightly.
"So my big, lovely blueberry" She inquired with a calmer, almost seductive tone "If you so choose, you can join our staff. You would be given a few treatments to ensure that you would continue to produce, at an even greater rate than you are now, and all you'd need to do is lie there and churn out that wonderful juice. You'd be feeding the hungry, curing the sick, letting lovers relax after a hard day and cutting a healthy paycheck while you did. And....this?"
She expertly prodded and probed the wide expanse of Lizzie's flesh that sent deep shocks of pleasure down to the core of her body, before they reverberated outwards and flooded every ounce of her with sensation, from the tips of her nearly buried toes to the back of her eyeballs.
"This will only get better"

Lizzie waited for the climax to fade, and when it didn't, she grunted out a few, simple words.
"You mean...I could get payed for this?"

"Is that a yes?" Thamara inquired.

"GOD yes" Lizzie replied. She could see it all playing out in her head. No more conventions. No more red eye flights. She could just stay in one place, continue to experience the most earth shattering pleasure she had ever experienced, and occasionally tweet about it.
Berry with a Blog. She liked the sound of that.

A murmer at the back of the crowd rose to a triumphant cheer as the wolf technician emerged from the wings, planting a pair of clawed hands against her side and shoving her hard. Her entire mass shifted and with a yelp she began to roll sideways, the ground leaping up to her perspective. Her head sank even further into the vista of her blue body at it was pressed into the floor until she came up for air on the other side.

As the new blueberry was rolled off stage, she caught a sideways view of the other presentation where the popping had taken place. The odd vacuum chamber had swung open with a flood of steam, and an oddly buoyant figure stepped out. She was definitely female, from the broad swell of her hips to the NBA regulation-sized breasts, but she was also a bright pink. Her skin carried a very artificial sheen to it that was eclipsed only by it's translucence. Even from her distant position, Liz could make out the hazy image of what lay behind the rubbery woman straight through her squeaking form.
The pool toy took a few unsteady, bobbing steps, both her hands reaching up to her breasts. She let out another rubbery squeak as she grabbed them.
"Now, isn't that better?" The presenter in the vest said with a smile. "Let's give our volunteer a big hand!"
Whatever happened next was hidden from her as Elizabeth finally reached the wings and dissapeared behind a curtain.  

The blueberry had barely left the stage to the cheers of the thronging crowd before Thamara pointed at her and muttered something in a similar arcane tongue to the last spell she had just cast. With a faint tingle, what was left of the huge berry's dome shaped shirt and absolutely ruined stretch pants unravelled away into nothing, leaving every inch of her sapphire skin on display.

"You good?" The lupine stage hand asked, his ears perking up.

"Oh? Oh yeah" Lizzie responded distractedly "Don't think fruits...oogh, could you press right there again? Mmm....Oh. Fruits don't wear clothes. You ever see a banana in a sweater?"
She might have been worried about being utterly nude and helpless in front of a stranger in her past, already distant life, but it now seemed to be the only thing that really made sense in this situation. And that wolf WAS awfully cute. She could still feel her distant. bloated womanhood on the other pole of her body, and she wondered what it would feel like to get a little attention down there in this state?
"Like...like the view?" she grunted. The blueberry attempted a seductive wiggle which translated to the barest hint of motion, a slight rocking in place at best. The stage technician, now leaning against her perimeter and well out of sight, rolled his eyes.
"Berries" He chuckled, trying to stop his tail from wagging "Guess the doctor was right about that libido thing"
"Oh" Lizzie realized  "My phone!"
The wolf glanced downwards at the smattering of personal affects left behind from the disintegrating pants and picked up her smartphone. From the looks of things, she had been halfway through a status update when all this went down.
"Want your phone?" He asked.
"Please" Lizzie grunted, flapping the nearest available hand, which the wolf obligingly placed her device into, practically inserting it into the tight pocket of flesh the surrounded her limb.
With the sense memory born of a thousand texts, Lizzie quickly typed out :
"Change of Venue. Gonna take a break. Berry with a Blog, signing off for now. Stay Juicy!"
After hitting the Submit button, the ripe, round blueberry let the phone drop, just as her new furry friend got another call in his headset and began to roll her again, off to her new fate.
Berry with a Blog, Lizzie laughed. Hell, if she looked as good as she felt, maybe she'd start doing webcam shows.