(Women to Various Blueberry-centric Forms)

Misfortune was an abstract enough concept, and one that a girl like Leigh had never known in her life. The blonde idly ran a hand through her soft, curly hair, and sighed. Sometimes she wished she could feel unlucky, just to have something in common with the stories that seemed to constantly barrage her news feed.

Unfortunately for her, this was one prayer that soon found itself answered.

“Hey.” Her friend, Victoria, looked to her with a small frown on her face. “Who’s that?”

They looked to the front of their lecture hall, finding a strange face walking to the front of the room. He wasn’t someone that either of them recognized, though he seemed to be around their teacher’s age. Given that said teacher had just graduated, the girls naturally came to a simple conclusion.

“Huh. Guess he’s someone Willow knew from uni.” Leigh smirked past her phone, lowering it to the table with a faint thump. “Guess this might be interesting.”

Willow was a good teacher, friendly and open while being admittedly easy on the eyes. Willow always tried to put her class in mind first, and her students knew that she had a fondness for overworking herself. Willow didn’t deserve what was about to happen to her.

“Mark?” She asked, stepping from behind her podium. “No way, it’s been so long!”

“It has been,” he replied, looking from her to the class, then around the room. There was something oddly shifty about his motions that set Leigh’s nerves on edge, a bad vibe. Her instincts didn’t often lead her wrong, and she subtly moved her phone into her lap.

Campus security were a bunch of rent-a-cops, but at least they were pretty quick to come when called. Leigh really hoped that she wouldn’t need to, but her suspicions only worsened the more she looked at the guy. He was sketchy, no doubt about it.

“How’s… archaeology? Paleontology? I always got the two mixed up,” Willow continued, brushing some of her short-cropped hairs behind her head.

“Better than ever.” Mark reached into his coat, and Leigh tensed. Her finger was an inch from calling for help, before he removed his hand to reveal a strange, glowing totem.

“Weird,” Victoria mumbled beside Leigh. She leaned forward, showing interest in this class for the first time since Leigh could remember.

“See, I found what some would call an ancient artifact… And, luckily for me, it can make my every wish into a reality.” The stone seemed to let out a pulsing light, and everyone’s attention was drawn to the stage, even Leigh’s. Her hand absently moved from her phone, and she didn’t notice its screen flicker and die.

“Oh?” Willow looked a bit nervous now, and she leaned in closer to him. “Listen, if this is about the break-up, I told you. We’re just not compatible.” She muttered it sotto voce, but didn’t seem to notice that her microphone had turned on.

Mark smiled at that, though it didn’t reach his eyes. Rather, he looked like a feline who’d just cornered a rather juicy bird. “I know. After all, humans and livestock tend not to mix.”

“What are yoOOOO MOOOO?” Willow lowed like a cow, her light tones at odds with the guttural sounds her throat was trying to produce. Panic settled in her eyes, and she clutched at her throat with both hands. Then the hands cramped, twisting into clumsy, thick, black hooves.

Leigh could feel it in her own hands, and she let out a faint whimper. Victoria looked at her strangely, while to her horror, Mark looked at her as though he’d just won the lottery. Despite these exchanged glances, nobody spoke, save Willow’s frantic moos. Everyone was too transfixed by the strange sight before them.

Willow and Leigh groaned at the same time as Willow’s waspish body began to bloat. She wasn’t taking on the full proportions of a cow, oddly enough. Instead, she seemed to be rather skinny for a cow. Leigh knew that couldn’t be true, because she had that strange impression that there was still plenty of growing to do.

Then the metaphorical ball dropped, and brought with it a literal udder. Willow staggered forwards, slumping over her podium. Her groin ached, flesh swelling, filling with something strange and wet. It wasn’t milk, it was a little bit too sloshy to be cream.

“Oh my God…” Victoria breathed, finally breaking free of the trance she’d found herself in. She didn’t seem to notice Leigh squirming beside her, the girl pressing her hand against a phantom udder. “What’s happening to her nose?”

Leigh squeaked, her fingers moving to her own nose. Now that Victoria mentioned it, she could feel that Willow’s nose was shifting. Obviously, she could tell that it was growing, that much was plain to see. Every breath their stricken teacher took was accompanied by swelling: a flaring of her nostrils and a widening of the bridge of her nose. But there was a discoloration to these changes too, one that Leigh could feel.

Willow’s nose was turning blue, as blue as a blueberry, even as it ached and stretched out into a cow’s snout. The blue matched the color of Willow’s growing fur, an itching rush that spread across both Willow and Leigh from head to toe. The only difference was that one woman was turning into some kind of blue cow, while the other remained human.

“This is a nightmare,” Leigh breathed, struggling to cope with the two sets of sensation that spread through her body. She could move her fingers, though her brain was convinced she’d already fallen onto her hooves. She could pat her trim backside, despite knowing that Willow sported a proper bovine behind and a long, ropy tail.

“Oh, it’s a dream come true,” replied Mark. He chuckled, walking up to the changing woman. He laughed as her belt popped and took an unhealthy interest in her tearing clothes. “See, Willow and I always loved watching Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory, but I think that a blueberry might happen to be too good a fate for her.”

“MOO? MOO!” Willow pleaded and drooled, making Leigh fight the urge to wipe at her back of her own chin. The woman was now nearly a complete cow, though it looked like her udder had plenty of room to grow. The heavy sack continued to swell, in spite of the fact that it was already twice the size of a cow’s udder.

Leigh slumped further into her chair, picturing that weight crushing her human body. As it was, the udder was hefty enough to begin to lift Willow’s bovine body off the ground, the teacher’s hooves scraping against the podium. Every breath of Willow’s hefty form sent a jiggle through her body, and she let out another low, piteous moan. This one breathed straight into the microphone that somehow clung to her collar, and feedback filled the room.

“Too much of that,” Mark said with a wince. He flicked his hand, and the scraps of cloth on Willow’s body vanished as though they’d never existed. Then he brought his fingers together, as though he was squeezing something into a smaller shape.

“What’s he doing now?” Victoria breathed, intrigued.

Leigh couldn’t answer. She was too busy living the sensation of shrinking atop her udder. The girl’s chest heaved as she saw and felt Willow compress, an invisible vise squeezing around her form and shrinking her down to size. She struggled not to let her panic show, but could tell Mark was looking at her with intrigue.

Willow felt so small, and by extension, so did Leigh. She was shrinking, compressing, and being squeezed into a smaller, blue bovine body. By comparison, the cow’s blue udder felt as large as a barn. Every slosh felt like an ocean’s current beneath her body, and she jiggled atop it in a blind panic.

“That’s more like it,” Mark laughed, slowly looking back up to his captive audience. “And… I sense that one of you happens to be a bit of an empathy. I wonder if you’ll feel everything that’s about to happen… And how it feels if it happens to someone right beside you.”

Leigh gasped as the sensations from Willow’s body ceased. She felt like herself again, though she didn’t know for how much longer it would be. Somehow, she’d gone unchanged and yet she perfectly felt Willow’s transformation as though it happened to be her own. She didn’t know how or why, all she knew was that it terrified her.

“I sense that your friend happens to be a singer.” Mark’s eyes settled on Victoria. “Well then… Be a good girl, and lead the class. Do you do requests? Silly question, you do now. You remember cowy’s special movie, don’t you?”

Victoria stood stiffly, like a marionette whose handle had just been lifted. She looked to her best friend with nothing but panic in her eyes, and music flowed past her lips. As she sang, everyone else in the class began to chime in, all of them except for Leigh. As they sang, they began to change, bodies shortening, skin shifting color to a warm orange.

Again, Leigh could feel it happening to herself. Though she wasn’t changing, she knew what each of her classmates felt. She knew the girls were panicking as their hips widened, felt some of the boys exchange looks as they realized that some parts of them were rather generously proportioned. Then she felt a warm wave sweep over their minds, erasing everything human about them, letting them truly join in the song.

Oompa Loompa doompety do
Listen to this nitwit teacher moo
Oompa Loompa doompety dee
It’s just as tragic as it’s funny!

Willow thought she could leave Mark all alone
Not knowing he’d chase her like a bone.
Much less that he’d discover a stone plate
Which would let him remold her fate!

(Now this poor girl’s just a cow!)

Oompa Loompa doompety dah
He’s not done yet, not nearly by far.
You might think what’s next a tad mean
As we plagiarize budget Wonka’s scene!

By the end of the song, every student except Victoria and Leigh looked like Oompa Loompas, both male and female alike. The men looked more like pygmies, while the women all sported uniform impish figures, with pearlike hips.

“Ah, always a fan of the classics. Even if ‘budget Wonka’ happens to be a little hurtful.” Mark smirked languidly, leaning back with an easy grin. He waved his hand towards Victoria dismissively, eyes twinkling. A weight settled in Leigh’s hand as she did, and the girl looked to her fingers with a small gasp of surprise.

“It’s… gum?” She asked, holding up a strange blue tablet.

“Wrong!” Mark laughed. “It’s the most fantastic, incredible, sexational gum there is.”

Leigh had enough time to look confused, before Victoria snatched the stick from her palm. “I don’t care.” Her songstress friend announced, though the panic in her eyes spoke volumes. It seemed that she still wasn’t fully in control over her body. “As long as it’s gum, then it’s for me.”

“Victoria, snap out of it,” Leigh gasped melodramatically. “Wait, what? Why am I speaking my thoughts out loud? Oh my God, it’s that creep doing this to me… Crap, he heard me!” She burned with embarrassment.

Victoria whimpered, popping the gum into her mouth and working her jaw rapidly. She chewed it with a low groan, and her eyelids fluttered. “C… Cool it, let me finish…”

“Not exactly sticking to script, but I guess you can’t be blamed. After all, I did increase the intensity of this particular flavor.” Mark smirked. “I’m no candyman, but my imagination isn’t that bad… As I’m sure you’ll agree.”

Tears stung Leigh’s eyes, her mind reaching out to Victoria’s. They were the last two humans in the class, but the blueberry flavor in her mouth told her otherwise. “I can taste it…” Leigh breathed, blushing as she spoke. “I… I can taste blueberries.”

Victoria looked stunned, to say the least. For a moment, she glared daggers at her friend, as though she suspected her in having a hand in whatever nightmare their world had become. Then her gaze softened, as did the rest of her.

“So smooth…” Leigh was unable to keep herself from running her hands along her friend’s skin, and she tried to ignore that she could feel her own palms against Victoria’s face. The girl was turning blue, but it wasn’t just a change in tone. Her skin had grown softer, creamier.

At the same time, it felt fresher. In many ways, the sensation of this latest change matched the flavor of a mint. It was refreshing and wintery, and Leigh had more than an inkling why. “It’s because her blood is turning to juice,” she said, terrified.

“What do you mean, juice?” Victoria squeaked, eyes lighting with a glimmer of recognition. “Oh… Oh no, I remember that scene now. You can’t be serious, I can’t blow up like a balloon!”

“Like a blueberry,” Mark offered helpfully.

Victoria ignored him, instead sobbing as her body began to grow. It wasn’t like any human weight gain, not heavy or clumsy or flabby. Instead, this was a taut, stretching sensation. Her clothes creaked, growing with her body as her hourglass figure took on more of a spherical shape. “H-how do you know what’s happening to me?”

“I don’t know,” Leigh sobbed. “I don’t know what’s going on or why. The only thing I can think of is that damned wish-granting thing he has, that it somehow picked up on me wishing I knew what it was like to know what misfortune felt like!”

“What… What?” Victoria groaned, and Leigh knew why. Her belly was gurgling, bloating, swelling further and further. As though it hungered for her limbs, her round expanse of a body swallowed her upper arms and her thighs. “What kind of a dumb wish is that?”

Leigh was humiliated, beyond reason. She had one stupid idly fantasy, just one, and it was found out at the worst possible time. “I don’t know what’s worse, how embarrassed I am or how embarrassed you are! God, I can feel it, please make it stop!” Leigh whimpered, only to squeak as a round form pressed against her.

She’d like to imagine it was Victoria trying to hug her, only to find herself unable. She wanted to imagine that the flapping of her friend’s hands against her round orb of a body was an attempt to bring them together. But, because of this damned empathic link, she knew that it was coincidence… Because, in truth, Victoria was starting to like this.

Victoria’s welling had reached a fever pitch, making her round enough that all of her weight was pressed against the only human characteristic of hers that hadn’t been hungrily swallowed up. It was her most sensitive spot, and that mix of soft-yet-taut weight turned itself into greatest pleasure she had ever known in her life.

Leigh staggered backwards from the force of it, staring at her friend’s lust-addled face. “Why? Why does it feel so good?” She was unable to keep a moan from her voice, and flushed harder. “This can’t be real, how could it feel good?”

“I doubt you’ll forgive me for anything that’s happened here today, but if you’re going to forgive me for one thing: forgive me for being crass here.” Mark spoke with a cruel smile, and he giggled in a self-deprecating fashion. “But what good is a blueberry pie without some cream?”

“Creeaaamm,” Victoria groaned, rocking back and forth atop her bloated body. She let the rest of the world start to slip away, instead focusing on the pleasure that was so richly hers to take. In the process, she stunned, Leigh to a sex-addled silence.

Leigh would have continued to speak her thought if she could, she knew that she had no choice in the matter. She also knew that every time she tried to think of something, anything, a pleasurable bounce from Victoria’s berry body washed it all away.

Their link severed before Leigh could feel any more, and she let out an anguished moan of want. For a fraction of a second, she looked to her friend enviously, watching the engorged blimp of a girl slowly rock herself back and forth.

“And then there was one,” Mark said. He motioned with a finger, and Leigh found herself rising from her seat, slowly walking down to the podium like a prisoner walking death row. As she moved, the brigade of Oompa Loompas that had once been her classmates all raced around Victoria’s swollen form. They started to roll the girl, and soon overtook Leigh’s halting pace.

Oompa Loompa doompety dee
Poor Victoria’s now a berry.
Oompa Loompa doompety dum
So pleasured that she might as well cum.

This songstress’s career is now a wash
She no longer sings, she can only slosh.
But I don’t think she minds this change at all,
Since we know how to please a ball!

(It’s a mix of bounce/rolling!)

Oompa loompa doompety dun
Leigh, you are now the last human one.
But as you can tell from this song,
We don’t think that state will last berry long!

Leigh looked to her left, watching as the berry was bounced on-stage next to the udderblimp. They were nearly the same size, and it certainly looked like the Oompa Loompas enjoyed playing with them. Some of the miniature men and women had taken to bouncing atop the round, trampoline-like balls.

“So, what now?” Leigh asked, a sad smile on her face. “I’m going to blow up just like them?”

“Yes and no,” her tormentor replied at length. He looked to the stone in his hands, then to the girl. “See, I’m not sure how you ended up psychic, and I don’t really care. But I can’t have witnesses, not now. And yet, on the other hand, I feel that you’ve certainly felt enough of that blimping growth for one day.”

“Stop flip-flopping and do this already.” Leigh said, a little too hastily. She realized it now, with a rush of shame: she was looking forward to this. Victoria was driven mad with pleasure, and her classmates certainly seemed to be having fun. Even her tiny cow of a teacher sounded like she was mooing more with pleasure than anything else.

Of course he saw. She didn’t know how, wasn’t sure if he’d allowed himself a bit of empathy too or if it was written plainly on her featured. She hoped it wasn’t written on her features, she’d been embarrassed enough for one day. Even if she wanted to be embarrassed out of her mind.

Mark didn’t speak, and for a moment Leigh worried that he’d just erase her like he erased Willow’s clothing. Then she felt an aching in her breasts: a full, pleasurable, swelling sensation. Her breasts were growing entire cup sizes at a time.

“Mnnh,” she gasped, clutching at her breasts with her hands. Her fingers sank easily into their soft, swelling heft, and she began to desirously knead her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Privately, she dreamed of them getting bigger and bigger.

Without even realizing it, she fell to her knees, pressing her breasts against the ground and wiggling her hips from side to side, kneading them against the podium. “Mnnhmmoore!”

Mark chuckled, leaning in close. “As you wish.” His expression momentarily soured, and he tutted. “Damn, wrong movie.”

Leigh didn’t notice. She was too busy howling with pleasure as the same perfect swelling in her chest was met with another, and another. More breasts swelled into existence beneath her first pair, each and large and as sensitive as the first. And better yet, they were still growing.

The girl panted with pleasure, because it was the only thing her mind could think of doing. She barely noticed as her tongue lengthened past her hips, or as the wiggling of her butt took on another meaning entirely. A tail slipped from her tailbone, white-hot bliss streaking down her spine as it stretched.

“Woof…”She breathed pitifully, struggling to give voice to the heaven of having six massive teats. She knew they weren’t breasts, she knew that her body was canine. She didn’t care—no, she did care. Her thoughts were a nonsensical, contradictory mess. The only thing she did know was that this was perfect.

Fur, lush and soft and thick, bloomed from her pores. It wasn’t like the coarse itching of cow hair she’d felt when Willow changed. This was richer, silkier. If Leigh had been able to move her hands from beneath her breasts, she’d surely have lost herself to the warm rush of petting her body.

Instead, all she could do was writhe and whimper like the dog she was becoming. “Hyyynwoof! WoOOF!” The pitch of her voice deepened, the first of many proper barks leaving her lips. Her ears perked, triangular tips twitching their delight to all the world.

“And that’s not even the best part,” laughed Mark. “No, you see… You’re not a bitch. You’re a berrybitch.”

Leigh twitched her right ear at that, angling her head in confusion. Then she caught sight of her nose, in the scant few seconds before her vision started to change. Her nose was blue. She twitched it and snuffled through nostrils that felt much wetter than they’d been before. Secretly, she felt a pang of regret that she’d soon be too colorblind to see how blue she was getting.

Of course, she should have known better. Rather than the world fading into shades of gray, it instead swirled to hues of cerulean. Dogs might be colorblind, but evidently a berrybitch like her was colorbluend.

Her tail wagged harder than ever at that, and the swaying ground each of her nipples against her clothes. Her shirt was a little tight now that she was as furry as any winter dog could be, though this discomfort soon self-corrected. As though an invisible pair of scissors had been drawn along them, her clothes split perfectly down the middle. They fluffed as they fell, and soon she was wriggling atop an oversized blue doggy bed.

“RRARF!” She barked, panting, writhing in a pleasure unlike any she’d dreamed of. Her breasts were still growing, just like Willow’s udder had. Her skin was turning that soft and fresh blue, just like Victoria’s body had. Every nightmare from the day had merged into something more than a dream.

And of course, the Oompa Loompas made it better. Now that her changes seemed to be reaching their apex, the orange helpers took an interest in her too. One of the particularly stacked Oompa Loompettes hopped atop Leigh’s back, wrapping her soft thighs around Leigh’s furry cheeks.

The others seemed content with scratching her fur, petting her, and pampering her beyond what any pup dreamed was possible. Leigh felt like she had melted, and turned into a puddle of wagging, six-titted bliss.

“I’ll leave you to it then, you spoiled princess.” Mark laughed, turning on his heel and leaving the room in much the manner that he’d arrived. Leigh barely even noticed… After all, she was too busy listening to the Loompas sing.

Oompa Loompa doompety do
A six-breasted life is what’s for you
Oompa Loompa doompety dup
So enjoy life, our blueberry pup!

When did you realize your life was complete?
Was it when you grew six hefty teats?
Maybe it’s when you learned snout to caboose
Was filled with soft and sloshy juice!

(You’re a pulpy puppy now!)

Oompa loompa doompety door
Welcome to your world, forevermore
You will be pleased just like your friends
And enjoy a happy blueberry end!