Preview of chapter 8 in my fetish world.  (These chapters are only on my Patreon all-access tier.)

Alice moaned as she looked at the bowl of blue liquid. “This won’t turn me into a blueberry, will it?” She gulped as she looked up at Karren. “I have had my fill of blueberries.”

             Karren laughed. “No. It is blue mushroom soup. They grow all around here and are quite tasty.” She put another bowl down in front of Greg. “And as an added bonus, they keep me from drying out. So, it is a win, win.”

             Alice picked up a spoon as she tried to convince herself to eat the suspicious meal. “Why do you need to avoid drying out Karren?”

             After she put a bowl in front of Alex, she walked around to her seat and sat down, her enlarged breasts pressing against the small wooden table. “Because I am stuck being like this. A blueberry magi.” She sighed. “I should have never gone through with the initiation process.” She shook her head as she picked up her spoon. “It has been a major burden more than anything else. Having to keep myself watered. Blueberry juice dripping from my body.” She sighed. “Dealing with needing a steady supply of blueberry juice in my system.”

             Alice sighed. “That sounds rough. I am sorry to hear that.”

             “Oh, it’s fine. I just wouldn’t recommend this life to anyone. I wouldn’t even wish this on my worst enemy despite the perks.” She laughed painfully. “I mean, I get to cast some of the best magic around, but at what cost? I am a slave to the blueberry juice.”