Chapter One

(Blueberry, Inflation, BE, Rolling, Juices)



"Happens every time," The tour guide sighed. "They all become blueberries."

"Whu-what's happening to me?" Jessie exclaimed as her massive, blue belly inched further and further out from under her sweater. The garment had done a valiant job of trying to contain the swollen, juice-filled young woman, but it was reaching its end. Her neckline was growing deeper by the second, exposing more and more of her sapphire breasts to the gawking crowd.

"You're filling up with juice," The tour guide stated flatly. "That hasn't changed since the last time I said it."

Jessie yelped as her sweater finally gave up the ghost and tore asunder, falling to the ground and exposing her growing torso to the assembled tour goers. Her face became a mask of embarrassment and denial as her massive blue breasts wobbled free, her thick, dark nipples stiffening with stimulation. Her dark bra had been torn apart by her ballooning assets a while ago.

"Holy crap," a girl in a black denim vest remarked. "Why are her tits so big?"

"It has to do with saturation levels," the tour guide, Ms. Stufenmeyer, recited. "Natural fat deposits like the breasts and midsection absorb a great deal more of the juice before distending. It's why they usually last the longest of the extremities."

"Nobody look!" Jessie squealed. Her arms had swollen into thickening cones of flesh, joints buried under juicy skin and making it all but impossible for her to reach forward and cover herself. Her legs were in a similar state, forced into a wide stance and almost begging for the widening, rounded crotch that forced them apart to meet with the ground and relieve them from the stress of carrying the hefty, teetering ball of juice that she had become.

"When does it stop?" Another girl cried out. "She barely even looks like a person anymore!"

Jessie let out a moan at this comment, trying to imagine her own appearance from outside her body. The waistband of her leggings had stopped cutting into her midsection, which now could more accurately be called her lower hemisphere, by virtue of her skin being too taut to give it much leeway. She felt a muffled snap below her navel and grunted as she realized the elastic had finally given way.

"I told her that those fruit chews weren't ready yet…" Ms. Stufenmeyer bemoaned. "But no, this one has to go and shovel three whole handfuls into her mouth before I can stop her…"

"You did NOT!" Jessie yelled, even as she could feel her arms vanish beneath the growing globe of her body, leaving only her hands to flap petulantly. "You tol' me not to eat thu' gobstopp'rs, n' the mini pies, n' def'nitly not th' gum…" she paused. "Wait...my mouf...wash happening?"

The rounding woman smacked her fattening lips as she felt her cheeks grow heavy and taut, eventually large enough to rest on her ballooning shoulders that rose to meet them. Her face had not been spared the torrent of juice being pumped through her body and within seconds, her puffed up lips were being squeezed between a pair of baseball-sized cheeks, muffling her speech and reducing her pleading voice to mumbled moans.

"We gotta get a….doctor or something," a girl with short brown hair in a compression top muttered, trying to make sense of what she was looking at. Jessie vacantly remembered her name was Chelsea "This isn't real. A human body doesn't DO this. She's got a skeleton, and organs and….she can't just be juice…."

"M' nawt joosh!" Jessie yelped. Somewhere inside of her, what was left of her limbs felt like they were being pulled tight on a rack. On the surface, all she had were her frantic hands and feet to wiggle."M'm nawt bl'brry!"

"Not yet" Stufenmeyer stated.

Jessie moaned as she felt her distended crotch finally press into the ground, the sheer surface area of her own sensitive nether regions pressed against the cool linoleum giving her a new reason to squeal. Her feet attempted to find purchase on the ground, but within seconds, they had been outgrown. Her utterly malformed leggings had finally failed, long seams busting along where her thighs may have been, before the entire destroyed garment slid off onto the floor in a heap of overstretched, blue-stained fabric. Her cheap panties had given way far before that, leaving the squealing blue ball completely naked.

"Well, no point standing around watching her ripen," Stufenmeyer explained. "If you girls want to help her, then we should get her rolling to the juicing room.”

“Jshink Rmph?!” Jessie squeaked.

“Is that what I think it is?” Chelsea asked.

“Yes, we’ll need to start juicing her immediately,” Ms.Stufenmeyer explained. She was circulating the bloated orb that Jessie had been reduced to even as it continued to swell, surpassing her former height and now a little over six feet in diameter. The girl was nothing but a big, fleshy sapphire sphere capped by a pair of gargantuan, dome-shaped breasts that obscured the view of her tiny, sunken head. Even her hair had turned blue, formerly brown but now surrounding her head in a loose tangle of azure locks. Tiny, twitching hands and feet were barely visible within tightening divots of fruity skin, less limbs and more miniscule blemishes that stood as a reminder of her former shape.

“Welp,” The tour guide sighed. She removed her showy top hat and rolled up the sleeves of her suit jacket, planting her hands against Jessie’s belly right below her navel. The blueberry let out a panicked grunt at the contact before Stufenmeyer braced herself and shoved, causing Jessie to rock back and forth on her round crotch and let out a deeper, throaty moan.

“A little help?” The tour guide turned back to her group. The assorted five girls awkwardly shuffled forward, responding to the request as if they’d been asked to help defuse a bomb.



“It...It’s gonna be okay Jessie…” One girl with strawberry blonde hair weakly offered, hesitantly patting the living fruit’s lower curvature. Her name was Alexa and her face was a mask of worry mingled with fear and mild disgust. She stifled a sharp intake of breath. “Oh god, I invited her on this tour…”

None of the five girls had really known what to expect when they had discovered the special tour invitation slip amongst their groceries or impulse buys that offered them a free tour at the local Stuffems Sweets factory. Most of them had probably assumed it was the latest in a string of desperate business decisions to drum up interest in the failing brand and the five who had actually gone on this expedition were probably the small percentage of “winners'' who actually bothered to go through with the promised tour.

“Mrrrmgh…. Hep me… ’Lexa…” Jessie moaned through bloated cheeks. Her lips had doubled in thickness, if not more so, forcing her mouth into an exaggerated pout and slurring her words further.

Alexa nodded frantically and took a position alongside Ms.Stufenmeyer, planting her hands and helping to build the momentum needed to roll the gargantuan berry off of her “feet”.

One by one, the others joined in. All but the girl in the black denim vest, Harmony, who maintained a distance and could only offer commentary.

“Where is it all coming from?” she sneered, tucking some of her long, blonde hair behind her ear. “That can’t have been in those little sweets she ate…”



“That’s a...urff...difficult question to answer,” Stufenmeyer explained as the collected effort of the five women finally rocked Jessie back to the point that gravity seized her round body. Jessie squealed through pursed lips as her head rolled backwards along her expanse, until her entire round body was on top of it. Momentum carried her up the opposite side of her circumference, until she was facing the floor, her tangle of blue hair roughly below head-height with everyone else. She was still growing.

“It’s the official policy of Stuffems Sweets that this brand of fruit-products remains in development until we can hammer out the kinks in the formula. That may or may not involve figuring out how it works.”

She leaned against the still-swelling berry and the other girls followed her lead, completing another revolution. Each one seemed a little easier than the last, whether it was the momentum of Jessie’s heavy body or the fact that she was getting rounder and smoother by the second.

The group paused for a moment and let Jessie’s rolling come to a stop as they neared a very large set of double doors set in the eastern wall. Jessie’s head was on the far side of her round body, looking up at the ceiling. Her deep blue complexion blushed positively indigo as she realized that her bloated nethers were on display to everyone. She craned her buried neck as best she could against the swell of her own back and stared longingly at the exit that was mere feet away from her.

Stufenmeyer scampered to Jessie’s side and repositioned herself to change the blueberry’s course by a hard right angle to send her through the far doors. “Come on then! We don’t have all day!”

The girl in activewear, Chelsea, gingerly touched the fruit’s taut skin. “Are we… is she in danger? Are we in danger?”

“Chelsea’s right!” Another girl snapped, short and bespectacled. “She’s getting… really tight.”

Stufenmeyer sighed as she resumed rolling the huge fruit. “She’s not technically in any trouble.” she tried to explain. “It’s not like she’s going to explode or anything, but time is still of the essence. So can we PLEASE hurry up?”

The others resumed their positions. By now Jessie was almost 8 feet in circumference, looming over them like a huge blue boulder. The sheer size and weight felt like it could crush them in an instant. It was getting difficult to believe that such a massive orb was full of juice. That it used to be a human girl.

The blueberry grunted slightly as her rolling form pushed through the large doors. Her perspective was an endless blur of ceiling, hall, floor, hall, ceiling over and over again as she continued to be rolled on her side. Every part of her body that was in contact with the floor or one of her handlers tingled in a way that she wished she could just dismiss. The throbbing pulse of juice inside of her was as strong as ever, but it felt like it was pushing against something, some elastic wall inside of her that was about to reach its breaking point. She was running out of room.

“Isn’t there...uff...someone else who can do this?” The bespectacled girl named Becca huffed.

“Do you see anyone?” Stufenmeyer shot back. The previous warm and slightly airy composure that the tour guide had maintained this far into the experience was starting to falter as more hectic urgency crept into her voice. “Most of this factory is automated and staffing is minimal, especially on the industrial levels. We don’t really have a dedicated berry-rolling platform to address this kind of emergency. Though maybe we should...”

“Just push, Becca!” Chelsea appealed to her friend. “I just wanna get her hooked up or squeezed or whatever and get her back to normal.”

“Uhh…” Stufenmeyer winced as she resorted to leaning her weight against the rolling ball of juice with her back to give her arms a break. “Well, the thing about the juicing procedure is that it isn’t so much a restorative measure as it is… preventative.”

“What is that supposed to mean?!” Alexa stopped rolling her friend for a second to address the guide directly, a fresh wave of panic in her voice. “Is she always gonna be a blueberry?”

“There would really be a better time and place for this conversation but…”Stufenmeyer gave another shove. “Yes. This is quite permanent, I’m afraid. Your friend is consigned to the life of a juice tank.”

“You can’t be serious!” Becca shouted in bewildered repulsion. She was on the left edge of Jessie’s bulk and the closest to her head. The girl had to actually look up to see the blueberry’s expression at this point, slowly rotating around and around. Her face was composed mostly of bloated cheeks the size of softballs, with a pair of thick blue lips poking out between them below her nose and wide eyes. She could have sworn this girl had brown eyes before all this, but they were now as blue as the rest of her. Even her hair was the same shade of sapphire. Her expression, if it could be read at all, was dizzy and slightly vacant. Rebecca couldn’t be sure if the inflated girl had just heard the discussion or could even process news of her fate.

“But… but we can’t just let her… be like this!” Alexa protested. She had broken off from the group and was walking alongside Harmony, leaving Stufenmeyer, Becca and her friend, and a redheaded girl named Patricia to push the berry themselves. “I can’t let her just… live like this!”

“None of the others seem to complain…”Stufenmeyer grunted as Jessie was finally pushed through another set of heavy doors at the end of the hall.

The room beyond was….blue. Dim blue lighting, greyish-white walls and floor that turned blue in the light, inlaid with long silver grates reflecting blue, transparent pipes flowing with blue liquid, and row upon row of huge, blue shapes.

It took the tour group a second to realize what they were looking at.



“Oh my god…” The redhead muttered.

The room they had entered was filled with blueberries, each one as round, huge and blue as Jessie. All were propped upwards on their bottom hemisphere on small silver platforms that hugged their bases. The juicing room, if this was understood to be the place, extended in all directions and out into the darkness.

Becca’s hands left Jessie’s side as she took in the chamber around her. The blueberries were all spherical, a deep blue and nearly featureless save for the large, dome-shaped breasts that studded their upper halves above their deep bellybuttons. Thick, transparent plastic hoses were attached to each bloated mammary with suction cups, stiff with the juice that flowed through them. None of their heads were visible, though sometimes she could make out a mop of blue hair in varying shades. As the ambience of the room filled her senses, she could make out a soft chorus of moans, squeaks and whimpers all around her. And the thick, sweet smell of blueberries.

“What are you…” Rebecca was aghast. “You….you’re harvesting them! Sucking up their juice for...for candy and…” Her voice faltered. None of this made sense but she had to say something.

“We don’t use the juice for anything!” Stufenmeyer realized that she was the only one rolling Jessie now, as everyone else had broken off in alarm. The blue boulder of a woman had topped off at a little over ten feet and her momentum was slowing down with no one else to push. “It’s just a lot safer this way. It’s for their own good and the greater good!”

“Is it dangerous?” The blonde, Harmony, backed away from Jessie like she was an armed nuke.



“Not yet…”Stufenmeyer glanced at the massive blueberry with a smaller but still present amount of unease. Without help, the round fruit was too big and too heavy to move on her own, and she needed to win back the room if she wanted assistance. “Look, as soon as we get her on the cataloguing platform, we can let the machines do the work and get her hooked up. Time is of the essence though, so-”



“Jessie? Jessie!” Alexa was standing on her tiptoes next to her friend’s sunken head. Her tangle of blue hair fell past her head towards the floor, and her face had been rendered unrecognizable between her spherical cheeks, thick lips and overall complexion. Her blue eyes were glazed over and unfocused, and nothing but the occasional deep, entranced moan escaped her mouth.

“Oh god, I don’t think she can hear me! Something’s wrong!” Alexa was close to hysterics.

“Mmmm…..’lexa…..” Jessie managed. “Tr...trch mmee….pls…”



Alexa shrunk away in alarm. “What’s the matter with her?”



“Plenty, by human standards.” Stufenmeyer’s cool was rapidly disintegrating. “But if we’re talking about a fruit, she’s the picture of health!” Her fingers were impatiently tapping on Jessie’s side, close to her bellybutton. Even the minute contact was making little reverberant noises like rain on a drum.  Jessie moaned again.

“God…” Chelsea grimaced. “Is she…?”

“Having a lovely time, I’m sure.” The tour guide sighed. “At this stage of ripeness, the body is flooded with dopamine and similar endorphins. Puts them in an excitable mindset, calms them down and ups sensitivity. Once they actually start producing, well…”

The tour group shrank inwards as the chorus of moans, squeaks and sighs from the blueberries all around them took on new, more primal and carnal meaning. Noises of fear or even suffering might have even been preferable to the thought of them voicing their….pleasure.

“I don’t like this, Chelsea.” Becca was backing away down the row of berries towards her friend.



“Yeah.” Chelsea responded. “This...this is gross. I’m out. We’re leaving.”



“You can!” Stufenmeyer exploded. She circled around Jessie’s spherical form and the rest of the group followed. “I’ll show you the way! Just help me with these last feet! We’re so close! Get her on the scale and we can hook her up and no one’s in any danger!” She mounted a large raised platform connected to the floor by a slight ramp on all sides. “You can go home and trust this place to keep her and everyone else safe! We’ve been doing it for years!”

To prove her point,Stufenmeyer turned to a vertical pipe rising out of the floor with a small window in it, rushing blue juice visible within. “We keep this stuff out of circulation, no one gets hurt and no one else has to be a blueberry!” She gave the pipe a hard whack.

Something in the pipe’s seal gave way at the impact. There was a hiss of depressurization and a jet of blue juice shot out of the miniscule crack like a riot hose, drenching the tour guide in an instant.



Everyone else jerked back in alarm, the smaller Becca bumping up against the underside of Jessie’s body and conjuring a grunt of satisfaction from the overstimulated berry. Ms. Stufenmeyer was coughing and spluttering as she tried to pull herself from the puddle of thick blueberry juice. Her clothes, hair and body had all been soaked blue in an instant and the smell of blueberries had intensified dramatically. Stufenmeyer was wiping her eyes as she rose shakily to her feet and fully came to realize what had just happened.

“Uh...ugh...oh...oh that’s...that’s really bad…”



The tour group was stuck between their juice drenched guide and their juice-filled friend when Harmony elbowed Patricia.

“Hey, Trish, look!” She pointed to the red glow of an EXIT sign between two rows of berries.

Ms.Stufenmeyer was wiping blue liquid off of her face, but there always seemed to be more. Then it became obvious that while her face was more or less dry, the blue colouration had adhered itself to her skin, as it had to her hands, arms and the slowly growing sliver of belly that has started to poke out over her trousers.

“Oh no…” She whimpered.



“You-” Becca suddenly felt trapped in between the berry behind her and the puddle of liquid ahead of her. “You never said it was CONTAGIOUS!”

Stufenmeyer’s inflation was a great deal faster than Jessie’s. Either the high-pressure torrent of juice to the face had played a part in her accelerated transformation, or she simply took to it better. Within moments her stomach was the size of a beach ball, popping buttons off of her blouse and forcing down the waistline of her pants, which were stretching to contain the volleyball buttcheeks that had blossomed within them.

“Ugh...it’s so fast…” She mumbled. “I can already feel it-”

She let out a yelp as the upper buttons on her shirt gave way to allow a valley of blue cleavage to spill into the open. Her breasts were growing quickly, but not nearly fast enough to catch up with her stomach, which had grown round and wide enough that it would be difficult for her to wriggle through something so big as a hula hoop. She staggered in place on thickening legs and the sound of rocking, glunking fluids emanated from her inflating gut.

“Nuh..wasn’t supp’sed to happen to meeee…” Stufenmeyer mewled as her cheeks inflated. She pawed at her growing boobs as they eclipsed basketballs in size and popped free of her bra, exposing erect nipples to the open air. Her attempts to reach out and cover them fell short as her arms grew thick and hard to bend, swiftly fattening into cones that melded with the slope of her shoulders while her upper torso started to be overtaken by the roundness on her belly. Her whole body was growing more ovoid and all present would know that she’d be spherical in a matter of seconds. There was a rip as her blouse and frilly showman’s jacket tore along the back, reducing the garments to juice-stained rags that clung to her disappearing wrists.

“Luh….listen!” Stufenmeyer snapped out of her swelling haze for a moment, just as the irises of her wide eyes turned a bright blue. “ ‘S place ‘s...dangewous….I c’n hewp.” She smacked her thickening lips as her inflating cheeks forced them to purse and pucker. “Don’t...touch the juice. Get out, j’s..follow th’-”

Her underside made contact with the floor, ripping apart her ruined pants and leaving her in an overtaxed pair of underwear. Her high-heeled feet were lifted off the ground and as her weight truly settled on the platform she had been standing on, it lit up beneath her.

“Wuh-wait!” The Stufenmeyer berry cried as the machinery on the far wall hummed to life. A screen near the platform flicked on and began printing readouts.



-Subject: Blueberry-

-Weight: 864 pounds-

-Approx. Diameter: 5’8 feet-

-Status: Currently Growing-

- Procedure: Catalogue for Processing-



There was a loud metallic CLUNK from somewhere up above and a huge silver claw descended from the ceiling like something from an oversized midway game. The three curved metal fingers spread wide and wrapped around Stufenmeyer’s bulk, hoisting her slightly off the ground. Then the cable it was attached to grew taut and the blueberry was hoisted into the air with another loud whir of mechanical components. With one last squeal, the oversized berry that had been Ms.Stufenmeyer was carried away into the depths of her own factory.

The assorted tour goers gawked in silence at the spectacle that had unfolded, and all pondered the repercussions of what had happened.



“I’m out.” Harmony finally threw her hands up and looked for the exit that she had spied.

“Yep, I’m with her.” Trish nodded. “We’re getting the hell out of here.”



“Wait, I can’t just leave her here!” Alexa placed a hand on Jessie’s side, making her moan again.

Becca looked between the massive blue orb and the two other girls that were stepping in among the maze of other berries. “I...I don’t know what else we can do…”

Alexa had scampered around to Jessie’s other side and tried to push her, only succeeding in rocking her in place slightly. Her head barely reached Jessie’s deep, oversized navel by now, and she was left in the shadow of one gargantuan breast.



Chelsea’s hand found Becca’s shoulder. “C’mon, I’m following those two.” She said, then shouted over to Alexa, over a new round of grunting and moans that had erupted from Jessie’s groaning body. “You gotta leave her! Something’s happening. She’s...she’s too big. I think she might be...”

Chelsea let the thought linger, not sure how to finish it.



Alexa looked up into Jessie’s sunken, bloated face. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I can do!”

Despite everything, the blueberry’s expression looked almost serene, if not downright ecstatic. She pushed out a few huffing breaths and a long moan.

“J-Jessie?” Alexa backed away a few steps. The blueberry’s entire, immense body was quivering slightly. She was at her limit. “Jessie you look like you’re gonna-”

Jessie exploded, in her own way.

The blueberry let out a climactic roar of delight as her entire body shuddered, and geysers of juice shot out from her body. Both breasts turned into momentary fire hoses, fluid rushed from her sideways-pointing womanhood and some even managed to spurt out of her mouth between her cries. Alexa was drenched in seconds.



“Wha-WHAT?!” Alexa coughed. The seal had been broken and after the initial torrent, juice continued to seep out of the blueberry like a low-pressure fountain, collecting in a growing puddle on the floor.

Becca and Chelsea backed away from the spreading blue circle in alarm and turned to follow the others. The two squeezed behind two other grunting orbs, looking for the exit and potential salvation.

Alexa had cleared the juice from her face, and could faintly make out the deep sapphire colour spreading across her hands and up her sleeves. She felt funny, like some new, unnamed organ just behind her bellybutton had woken up and started pumping. She felt full. Extremely full. Extremely, pleasantly, almost teasingly full.

“Oh.” She muttered as her belly started to swell.