(F to Blueberry)

Hannah remember when she’d been like most other girls. That had been a nice time. Unfortunately, she’d been born with an appetite and apparently that had been cause to turn her into a blueberry.

The only solace she had in those memories is that they were just memories. It had taken years of juicing, but now she was finally human again. Mostly.

She had learned there were some things that were considered to be ‘triggers,’ prompts to reintroduce a world of blue sensation to her life. It was a lesson that had been learned the hard way, for both her and the local supermarket.

But there was a cure. Or… At least, a way to adapt. Wonka had come up with a helpful patch that could help keep a steady flow of juice in her body, so that she wasn’t overwhelmed by an accidental exposure. About two a day, one in the morning and one at night, and Hannah got to stay on two legs.

Plus, it felt kind of nice.

That was the worst part of having been a blueberry: it felt good. She got to be round, swollen, heavy. Every moment she was pampered and pet and rubbed, because Mister Wonka had insisted that all his produce always looked its best.

Hanna blinked, realizing she’d been daydreaming. And she’d been daydreaming of the worst thing. She rushed towards the bathroom, trying not to look at her reflection, but still catching the blue in her mirror.

Her heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t mean… Not like this. She’d been so good.

Hannah scrambled through her bathroom drawer, hands shaking as a royal blue crept across them. “No, no, no,” she muttered under her breath, grabbing the first BlueMax patch she could find. A twist of her wrist tore the package open, and a slap of her hand affixed it to her belly.

Immediate relief flooded through her. She closed her eyes, letting out a deep, contended sigh. When she opened them, the blue across her body was fading—save a small blue spot around the patch, like usual.

Sometimes, she’d like to focus on this feeling, of how it felt like a steady, flowing stream of juice was pumping into her from the patch. But not now, not after a near-miss.

Unless…

A harsh chime from her phone snapped her from making a mistake, and she cursed under her breath.

“Hannah? This is your Growbationary Officer, Keira. Are you all right?” A prim and proper voice called from over the line. “Your FatBit detected unusually high levels of Cortiswell in your system, accompanied by-”

“Yes, Keira, I’m fine,” sighed Hannah loudly, walking back to her living room. “Just another near-miss. I got to the BlueMax in time.”

“Very good, very good.” Hummed Keira.

Hannah had no idea what the woman looked like, but she pictured a brunette with a sarcastic smile, which she imagined only growing wider as the woman lingered on the line. “Can I help you?”

“Oh, I just wanted to mention, I happened to notice you’re rather short on BlueMax. So, I’ve taken the pleasure of ordering another case for you, with Loompazon’s same-minute shipping.”

A sharp knock came at the door.

“Damn, you girls really don’t mess around.” Hannah walked to the door, noticing a faint, contented hum from Keira’s end.

“Of course, you will need to confirm their receipt before I can get off the line.”

“Of course,” said Hannah, rolling her eyes. She opened the door, then blinked at the sight of a waist-high box. “Hey… How many did you say you ordered again?”

“Why, just one, of course.”

Hannah gulped. She couldn’t let Keira know that she’d ordered a whole case of BlueMax, they might take it away. After all, she’d learned a nasty, terrible thing: those magical blue patches could make her feel like a blueberry, but still stay human.

Her supply had always been well-controlled, enough to ensure that she couldn’t do more than two at a time. But now?

Hannah tugged the box inside, slamming the door before anyone could steal her treasure from her.

“Are you still on the line, Hannah?” Keira asked.

“Y-yeah, I’m just… Um. Trying one, to make sure it works.” Hannah swallowed the knot in her throat, opening the first box, pulling out one of the magical blue circles.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I really wouldn’t.”

“I don’t care,” breathed the blonde, pressing the disc against her belly. A faint hue of blue surrounded it, and her eyes rolled in her head at the wonderful feeling of fullness that came with it. It was like she’d guzzled a gallon of her favorite juice, sweet and rich and running down her throat…

Her hands stroked her belly instinctively, mirroring the warm pets she used to receive each day. It had been so embarrassing to be manhandled like that, and yet there was nothing she missed more in the entire world than this.

“I can’t help but notice a touch of Cortiswell has entered your system, Hannah.”

“O-oh? Better use another patch then.” Hannah didn’t wait for a response, tearing open another patch and rubbing this one against her belly.

She’d felt full before. Now? Not she was swollen. Her body was so trim, so thin, so skinny, but if she let her eyes drift shut then she could pretend that she was completely and utterly enormous. She felt all of it gushing into her, a whole new world of pleasure marrying her plump past and her pretty present.

“Hannah, your Cortiswell levels are rising.”

Hannah opened her eyes to snip at her phone, only to see that her hands were blue, too. So were her arms. Her legs. Her feet. This time she cursed out loud, grabbing a fistful of patches and tearing them open.

“Is everything all right? Feeling funny, perhaps?”

Now Hannah was sure she heard a laugh in Keira’s voice. She didn’t have time to worry about that. Instead, she got to work slapping patches on her arms, her thighs, her hips, even her breasts. Instead of fading, the blue across her body darkened.

Hannah had no idea why she thought that would work.

She stood, frozen, stunned to stillness. Then the patches activated in earnest, and she felt as though miniature portals had opened all across her body, and each was connected to an ocean of juice.

Her eyes remained glued to her belly, in equal parts dread and anticipation. There was too much fullness to be contained, and she knew that it could only mean one thing. She remembered this part, with the gurgling and the dense, jiggly heaviness that accompanied it.

Hannah’s belly bubbled on the inside, and bulged on the outside. Her skin stretched, and pressure became her new everything. She could still move her arms and legs—for now—but she didn’t know what to do with them.

Instead, she stood frozen like a dumb deer in the headlights.

“Hannah, Hannah, Hannah… It was never your appetite,” Keira purred. “It was your impulsiveness.”

“W-whuh?” Hannah gasped, the word spilling from past her blue lips. Her belt creaked, the buttons on her shirt popping off one at a time. One of them bounced off a wall to strike her cheek, and for a moment the sharp sensation was the only thing that wasn’t soft about her.

Then that too faded, as Hannah’s body gave into the rich sensation of swelling. The cool air of her apartment felt so nice against her bulging belly, even as her belly started to swallow her arms and legs. She wasn’t fat, she was something more… Spherical.

Her ball of a body was squeezing the rest of her into its new shape, its old shape. And it still felt so sinfully good. It was all she could do to keep a moan from entering her voice, as she looked at her phone. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“Sweetheart, I’m not your ‘Growbationary Officer.’ I’m your final test. Really, who’s ever heard of a ‘Growbationary Officer?’” Keira laughed from the other end of the phone, the melodious sound cut off by the quiet click the call ending.

“Nhh! Nuh! No, come back!” Hannah waved her arm as best she could, though it was really more a half-hearted flap of her forearm.

The doorway clicked open behind her, but Hannah was too heavy to do much more than stand. She tried to look over her shoulder, buy her body had swollen to the point that she could do little other than angle her head.

“Dear, you’re implying I ever left.” Keira’s voice whispered from behind Hannah. “Can’t wait to move out, by the way. It’s so dull around here compared to home.”

“Hhhnn… Home?” In spite of everything, Hannah’s pulse quickened. She heard the delicate footsteps of a woman, but despite every bit of her imagination, she found herself completely unprepared.

Keira wore the smirk that Hannah had always dreamed of, but nothing else about her was remotely close to the woman she’d envisioned—mostly because she’d envisioned something human. Keira looked just like the Oompa Loompas who’d tended to Hannah’s every want and need… Save for the fact that she was tall, leggy, and curvy in the best of ways.

“The factory, of course.” The white smile seemed even brighter framed by an orange face with green hair. “Surprised? Most tend to be.”

“T… Tall…” Hannah stared, mouth agape. Another rippling surge of growth flooded her, and she wiggled her hands and feet as her body was enveloped up to wrists and ankles. It wouldn’t be long at all now before she was just so round that she’d start rolling out of control.

“Yes, that’s why. For some reason, you berries never really picture Oompa Loompettes as we are. Maybe that’s for the best. Our factory can only handle so many girls like you,” Keira spoke with a smirk, pressing a hand against Hannah’s belly, then giving it a warm, firm rub.

Hannah sputtered as more of that wonderful swelling sensation overtook her. The sphere of her body sucked in her hands and feet, encompassing them in a cool, fruity pressure. Then that too faded, until she was just a ridiculously round ball with the face of an addled girl.

Her head swam. “Why’m… Why’s… Everything fuzzy? I feew funny!”

“You shouldn’t be so surprised,” Hannah laughed. “Alcohol, wine in particular, is essentially juice. And your brain happens to be rather inundated at the moment.”

“Innun… Dated?” Hannah struggled. She knew the word, shew as sure of it; and yet her thoughts were all jumbled and sloshy. “Muh… Why me no think good?”

“Oh, right. I’ll need to explain it a little slower for you, won’t I?” Keira beamed. She leaned forward, pressing both her hands against what were Hannah’s shoulders. She rocked the girl back and forth, clearly taking a particular pleasure from how Hannah’s fat body jiggled. “Someone here happens to be a big, soft dummy.”

“Nnnuh… Nuh dummm…” Hannah moaned, breath coming in ever-quicker gasps. Some part of her knew that she didn’t really need to breathe anymore, not as a blueberry. It meant that she could moan endlessly, which was a very real possibility with this orange goddess around.

“Of course you aren’t, sweetie.” The last word positively dripped with sugar. “You’re actually very smart for a blueberry, which is good. I wouldn’t want a dumb pet.” Her hand cupped Keira’s cheek, thumb brushing against soft blue skin tenderly.

“Puh… Pet? Hannah Keira’s pet?” The rich juice inside her felt like it was swirling like a frantic heartbeat.

“And here I thought you couldn’t put two and two together,” cooed Keira, “but you’d better enjoy that while it lasts. I can’t well roll you out of here like this… So I’ll just need to shrink every berry bit of you, body and brain.”

Hannah struggled to keep up with what the Loompette was saying. Something about the words made her think that she should be panicking, and yet her tone was so sweet. “Muh… Shrink?”

By way of response, Kiera pulled out her phone and tapped an icon on it. An electric, tingly feeling washed over Hannah, accompanied by a warm, invisible pressure. It was like the air itself was hugging her, squeezing her smaller and smaller.

While she hadn’t noticed what the juice had been doing to her brain, Hannah certainly noticed what the shrinking was doing. “Thinking’s getting’ harduhhh… Umm… Hannuh… Dummy… Hehe…”

Unfortunately for her intellect, just because she could notice it, did not mean she could react to it.

The world around Hannah grew larger and larger, yet she still felt as bloated and bulgy as before. It was like she was the size of a house, but the Loompette before her was a mountain. Which, of course, meant that when her orange hands wrapped around Hannah’s shrunken body, indescribably pleasurable pressure became the shrunken blueberry’s new existence.

“Now, what do I Oompa Loompa doompety do with you… I just might have an idea or two…” Keira grinned down at the feeble-minded flapping toy in her hand. “Oompa Loompa doompety dee, let’s head home back to the factory.”

Hannah recognized that last word, but could only burble and flap like a grinning idiot. It had taken just a single minute of impulse to relapse a girl into a blueberry that was somehow even lesser than before. Not that she would ever notice.