(F to Blueberry)

“I’d like to say that I don’t know when it happened.

It could have been late one night when we were together, when we just sort of started talking about each other.

It could have been one of those times where we hooked up, and you rocked my world.

It could have been so many things, so many times, over all the years we’ve known each other.

But I think the truth is, I fell for you at first sight. From the moment you first entered my heart, you kind of made yourself a room there, and refused to move out.”

Michelle’s heart raced as she heard Mark’s words. She was sure that he could see that she was blushing, so why… “Why in the hell are you choosing now to make some kind of confession! Can’t you see I’m blowing up like a balloon?”

Michelle would have stomped a foot if she wasn’t so worried about losing her balance. The girl stood precariously atop a large platform, cupping her stomach in both hands. Just a few seconds ago, she’d been one of the skinniest people Mark had known.

To think it just took a single piece of gum to change all of that! Well, technically it took zapping them both into an AI simulation of their favorite movie, and then also a single piece of gum, but she wasn’t going to split hairs over how sensational it all was.

Mark chuckled. “Well, I thought it best to take your mind off your… Predicament.”

“Predicament!? I look like I’m pregnant,” Michelle wailed, “And on top of that all, it’s not stopping!”

“Of course it’s not! You’ve seen-”

“Yes, I’ve seen the damn movie!” Michelle glared daggers at her friend. “Just hurry up and do something, okay?”

Her stomach gurgled, loud enough for her to hear. Her jaw worked frantically, not by her own choice, but because the stupid simulation wouldn’t let her stop. This was exactly what she got for trusting some new sort of technology.

Actually, no. This was what she got for trusting Mark. Why would she ever think that anything written by him would end up well for her?

“Lost in thought?” He asked with a smirk.

Michelle groaned as her belt creaked. She was fattening up, swelling round as… No. She wouldn’t say it. Unfortunately, that meant she would feel it.

Her world was getting so tight, so dense. She tried to hug herself, as though that added pressure might stop her from bloating further. Already she could feel her fat belly starting to swallow her arms and legs, sucking up her shoulders in a flabby embrace.

“Well?” She snapped at Mark.

“Sorry, but I want to hear those magic words. You know, about how you feel?”

Oh, he knew. She could tell from looking at him. The dork knew exactly what he was doing. That despite her panic and her bravado, there was a part of her that loved every minute of this.

“Ifeelfunny,” Michelle said in a rush, her cheeks burning. Her ass chose that moment to snap through her pantsuit, exposing two fat, blue, jiggling cheeks.

“What was that? You’ll have to speak up, I’m a trifle deaf in this ear,” Mark hummed.

“I feel funny, Daddy!” Michelle added the last part as sexily as she could. She didn’t watch porn, she had Mark for that. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t make an impression of what she thought it sounded like.

Apparently it was close enough to the mark to get a reaction from him. He tensed, and she could see him make a typo on whatever line of code he’d been writing. Adorable.

“Hey, don’t you want me to get you back to normal?”

Michelle nodded, doing her best to look panicked. “Hurry up! All this juice inside me, it’s making some kind of pressure in my muh.. Muh muhhh... Mluuhhhuhuhh…” She let her tongue loll out of her mouth and started to pant like an idiot dogbrained bimbo.

Mark stopped and stared.

Michelle loudly slurped her blue tongue back past her blue lips. “What’s the matter? I thought you were in control here.”

“You can’t just… I mean. That’s not…” He looked up to her, stumbling over his every word.

“Aw. Is my silly Daddy puppy getting all worked up?” Michelle cooed.

Mark glared down onto his keypad, clicking in a few things.

Michelle heard a mechanical hum, as though something was exaggeratedly charging itself. Perfect. Just a zap from whatever he was working on, and she’d surely “MOO?”

Michelle couldn’t help it. While the program wasn’t capable of really changing her brain, it also could make her act a certain way to fit whatever scene he’d envisioned. And apparently today’s scene had her now mooing like a dairy cow. “Muh. Mark, mmooo, what’dooo mooo mrrrrrooooo do?”

He was actually blushing now, and the poor boy had chosen today to wear loose-fitting pants. It was exactly enough for her to tell that she had hit her target.

“Those weren’t all real,” he mumbled.

“Mooooaybe. But you’re still hard,” Michelle chuckled throatily.

Mark narrowed his eyes, and Michelle smirked. She might be turning into a fat blueberry (her fantasy, for anyone curious), but she was still someone he found sexy, making animal noises (his fantasy, mentioned for the same reason).

The funniest part was that he’d evidently thought making her moo would be embarrassing to her, and not something that she could work against him.

Mark mumbled something under his breath, and hit a few more buttons on his keyboard. Michelle winked as his little raygun zapped her and… Nothing happened. Except for a new gurgling in her stomach.

Perhaps she should have teased him less.

“Moooork? Hey, yooooo’re not gonna make me get bigger are mooo?” Michelle gulped, already feeling that dense, heavy pressure grow and build within her.

“Well, we are digitized into a program, so it’s not like your body’s really going to suffer… Unless if maybe you’ll be stuck like this.”

Michelle moaned despite herself. He really did have a way with words, when he wasn’t being a doofus. She absolutely loved the way he talked sometimes.

There was something deep inside her, flooding her with more and more weight. It felt like he’d somehow found a way to summon an entire ocean inside her, one gallon at a time. And worse, he’d elasticized her body so that she could take it.

“Moooo! Muh… Mark… I’m… Mrrrrooo… Me brain’s feelin’ so dumb…” Michelle moaned, and was rewarded with the sight of Mark again visibly tensing.

“Tease!” He glared at her.

“The-mmooo-teasiest. Too bad there’s nooooothing you’re gonna drrrooooo about it. Definitely not like moooooo’ll destroy me or anything," Michelle chuckled between her moos.

They could go at this for hours. She smiled at the thought, despite the fact that she was still growing and growing, with no sign of slowing.

That confession of his… She had no real way of knowing if he was teasing her or if she meant any of it. But maybe she’d think about it. After the two of them had their fun, of course.