What happens when Karren pushes things too far? Well, I think becoming a blueberry is a good fate, don't you? (This story is the request for Reddowner95 and will come to DA on Oct 23rd.)
About an hour later, Karren stood in her apartment looking over her free perfume. “Ugh, the things I have to put up with.” She set the bottle down. “Everyone in this world is a total idiot. I swear I wish I could wake up one day and people were not slowly losing their brain cells.” She snorted. “Well, at least whoever made this is a genius.” She tore off the instruction label, not noticing it contained a warning that the perfume had to be applied in a precise way. If not used with one application and no food or water for an hour, there could be a risk of berrification.
“Now then. I have a social event to go to.” She squirted the perfume on her face. “This is going to make me stand out.” She squirted herself again under her armpits. “It is always important to make yourself know, to make yourself unique. How else are you going to have all eyes on you? How else are you going to get people interested in talking to you? I need to have someone to eventually be my husband, after all.” She snorted as she squirted herself again on the neck. “That should be enough.”
Karren walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. “Cheap ass spring water.” She snorted as she unscrewed the cap and took a drink. “I need to write down that this isn’t real spring water. It tastes like crap.” She snorted. “Hell, it’s even making me sick.” She threw the bottle back into the fridge as her belly rumbled. “What kind of company decides to make water that just. . . ughh!” Gurggle. She wasn’t able to finish her statement as her belly bubbled. “For fucks sake.”
Karren narrowed her eyes as she marched upstairs. “I don’t have time for this. I have to get ready for that party.” As she changed into her dress, her stomach seemed to settle down. “Good.” She walked to the mirror, doing a little twirl and letting her skirt dance around. “Now, to have some fun. Time to show what kind of lady I am.” She smacked her booty. “The boys will be all over me.” She walked to her door. “You got this, you got this.”