Amilia is looking to spread her social media influence and during her travels she finds a small blueberry shop.  Finding it hilarious she proceeds to mock the strange blueberry store.  But blueberry stores and blueberry ladies are nothing to mock, especially when they turn you into berry ladies for the entire internet to see.  (This story is only on my Patreon all-access tier and contains blueberry inflation content.)

             “Excuse me?” Amilia gasped as a naked blue woman with ginormous boobs walked around the corner. “I didn’t just hear you bad-mouthing my pride and joy.”

             Amilia walked up to the strange blue lady. “Is this what blueberries are supposed to be?” She poked the woman’s right breast, causing the lady to narrow her eyes. “You can’t be serious. It just seems to be some excuse to walk around nude.” She laughed. “I need to get a picture of this.”

             The woman crossed her arms. “For everything you are making fun of me for, you sure didn’t have a problem poking my breast.”

             “Oh, hush, you naked freak. I am going to get so much social media attention before I get this porno place shut down.”

             The blueberry lady arched an eyebrow. “Oh, are you now.”

             The strange lady doubled back the way she came as Amilia held her phone in front of her face. “Hello, world. It’s your girl. I am here in front of the strangest. . .” She blinked her eyes. “Hey, speak of the devil. It is the blueberry lady in the flesh. Wait. What is that strange package she has in her hands?” Amilia gasped as blue powder flew in her face. “Ahhhhh!”

             The strange woman laughed. “Don’t make fun of blueberries, you brat!” She wiped her hands. “Now I have a plane to catch. I would love to see what happens, but. . .” She sighed. “But other more important things demand my attention. You are lucky I gave you a very mild dose, you stupid child.” The blue woman walked away.