Chasing after escaped blueberries is dangerous.  You run the risk of juicing up yourself.  (This story is only on my Patron All-Access tier.)

              Jen jumped to her feet.  “I. . . I have the virus!  All because my fucking helmet came off.  What am I going to do?  What am I going to do?  Ahhh!”  Gurrgle.  Blort.  She gulped as her suit tightened, her hips swelling slightly.  “It’s fucking happening.”  She looked down at her wider body.  “What am I going to do?”  She paced back and forth, her body bubbling as her juices swirled around in her body.  “What am I going to do?”  Her belly pushed out a few inches as she crossed her arms, moaning a little as they rubbed against her now-sensitive breasts.  “I need to think.  Think!”

              But that was becoming harder by the second as she was overcome by the juices flowing through her veins.  “Oh god. . .”  She put her hands on her knees as her boobs throbbed, growing almost two cup sizes and causing her hazmat suit to start to struggle to contain her swelling body.  “So much juice.  My body. . . it feels so good.”  Jen looked around.  “But I have to stop this.  I have to. . . that woman said juice me.  Maybe if I figure out what that means.  Ahhhhh!”

              Her thighs suddenly surged with juice, rubbing against one another as they ripped through her suit.  “Ohhhhh!”  She gulped, widening her stance as her waistline grew soon after.  “God. . . my ass is sooo big.  So sensitive.” **********************