This is a taste of my upcoming point of view stories.  Short, sweet stories where you get to experience the transformation.  Please enjoy.  (If you like this there is another point of view story on my Patreon.)

Full Moon Berry PoV.

             You sit up in a sweat, your breathing heavy.  You look around the dark room, trying to figure out if you are in a dream or reality.  As the seconds tick by, you realize you are in your bedroom with your boyfriend next to you, and it was nothing but a nightmare, a blueberry-filled one at that.  You look down at him for a moment and smile as you see him in a peaceful slumber.

             But you can’t just fall back to sleep, so you slip out of bed and head to the kitchen.  A cold glass of water should be enough to settle your nerves and get that nightmare out of your mind.  And what a nightmare it was, some giant blue lady squirting her juices all over you. It couldn’t be real.

             You enter the kitchen and open the door.  A cold blast of air hits you as you grab a water bottle and shut the door.  You have no idea why, but you walk towards the window as you unscrew the cap.  You want to do something as you wet your lips besides stare into the dark void, and maybe by looking up at the stars, you can help calm your mind.  But as you look out the window and into the starry night, you see the moon, and its glow seems to wash over you.  You don’t know why, but you can’t look away.  You even drop the bottle of water to the floor.

             After a minute, you finally break free, shivering as you look around, water tickling your feet.  Part of your mind tells you that you should clean up your mess, but you are too tired and should just go back to sleep.  You yawn and start heading back to bed.

             But then you start to feel hot.  You scratch at your sides as you stumble through the dark hallways.  You don’t know exactly what is happening as sweat drips down your back.  You push the door open to your bedroom and slide into your bed, trying to get to sleep, as your body starts to tingle, and the smell of blueberries fills the air.  Even as you twist onto your belly, you can’t escape it; the smell is all around you.

             Then you feel your body bubble.  Your eyes shoot open, and you push yourself onto your knees. It is dark, so it’s hard to see, but you can feel what is happening.  Your belly, your ass, your breasts, they are all slowly swelling.  No, they are all slowly filling with juice.  Your eyes widen with the realization.  You are becoming a blueberry, nor is this the first time. That nightmare wasn’t a nightmare; it was a reminder of what you had done in the past.  You suddenly look down at your boyfriend as you feel the weight of your breasts, your nipples hardening.  You don’t know what you will do to him in your juicy state.

             You slides your blue legs off the bed, feeling your juices slosh around inside your body.  Already, it is turning you on.  Soon, it will be too much for you to bear, and you will be at the whims of your juicy blueberry side.  You can’t let him see you like this.  You can’t juice all over him.  You stand up, moaning at the thought, your juices oozing out of your nipples.  You squeeze your squishy side, trying to get a hold of yourself as you force yourself towards the door.  You have to lock him in the bedroom and away from your horny blueberry ass before it’s too late.

             “Honey?  Is that you? Your heavy breathing woke me up.”

             Your cheeks turn bright purple as you don’t know what to do.  Your ass swells a bit as you take another step towards the door.  “Go back to bed, honey.  I will. . .”  You gulp as a sudden thought of pressing his body against your big, juicy frame enters your mind.  “I will speak to you in the morning.”

             He sits up.  “Are you alright?  Why aren’t you in bed?”

             You moan as your resistance is fading.  You are rubbing your sides at this point, your ass and hips becoming one big lovable blueberry mass.  “I need to. . . take care of. . .”  You close the door without looking at him in fear of if you do that you will leap at him. You then lock the door and toss the key into the darkness. With another deep breath, you feel the juicy lust overtake you.  You need to be juiced.  Blueberry juice drips from your nipples as you squeeze your ass.  You can’t take it.

             You turn around and begin to walk, the juices inside of you bubbling about.  With every step, your body becomes a little bigger, inch by inch.  Maybe it’s your boobs that swell or your ass.  Maybe your hips or waist, but you know your blueberry juices are swelling out of control, and you love it.  As you walk out your front door and into the night, you squeeze your sides, and you rub your nipples.  You are a blueberry.  You are ripening up, and it is terrific.  You feel so full, so good.

             As you stumble about in the night, your legs struggling to contain your berry goodness, you look around for someone, anyone, to juice you.  You have so much pent horny energy you feel like you are going to burst.  But moving is slowly becoming more difficult.  You are a blueberry, after all, and blueberries have to grow, have to swell.  Your legs stumble as they try to hold up your juice weight.  More and more juices ooze out of your nipples, your boobs the size of pillows.  You need someone before you can’t stand anymore.

             But your legs finally give out, and you fall on your ass, blueberry juice shooting out of your nipples and pussy.  You moan, not knowing what is going to happen.  You have never had this happen before.  You have always found someone to juice you. You look around, helpless in the dark, slowly swelling and moaning.  Your nipples are hard as your boobs press against your skin.  You feel yourself grow and grow, a giant helpless blueberry in the middle of the street.

             Then suddenly, you feel someone hug your side, their breasts pressing against your big round ass.  You giggle to yourself as you realize that maybe tonight won’t be as bad of a night as you thought.  Even as you blink your eyes in surprise, the strange person rolling you in the darkness, you don’t care; it just makes your juices sing.  You will have your fun.  You are a wereberry, after all.

             The young individual rolls you behind a house before walking in front of you.  “Are you cute?”  She smiles up at you.  “I never expected to see a giant blueberry out here a night.”  She tosses off her shirt before jumping on you.  Your juices shoot out of you as she rubs her body against yours.  You don’t care that you can hardly move.  You still tense up, your body on fire as her nipples press against your body.

             She then kisses you, and you feel at peace.  Your boobs jiggle about, and you smile.  “So, cutie.”  The strange woman looks at you as she sits on you.  “How did you end up out here all big and blue.”

             You just moan in response.  You are just a blueberry, and talking is a bit hard for you now.  The lady smiles and rubs your cheek.  “Aww so cute.”  She kisses you again, not knowing it is sealing her fate.  “I think I will lie here with you tonight.”  You feel her breasts press against yours, and you know as the night goes on, she, too, will juice up.  A smile forms on your face as you realize you got what you wanted anyway, a juicy partner to spend the night with.  All is good in the blueberry world.