Hope has a problem. She is a wereberry and her boyfriend wants to stay the night and no isn't an answer. Too bad he doesn't understand one thing, she is going to rock his world, and he better keep up. Things are going to get juicy. (This story is only on my Patreon and DA subscription.)

“Is everything okay?”  Ron didn’t open his eyes.

              Hope turned onto her side.  “I. . . am fine.  Just am having a. . .”  Her face slowly turned blue.  “I just had a hot dream.  I was. . .”  She licked her lips.  “I was dreaming about you.  I will tell you about it in the morning.  Yes, morning.”  She squeezed her thigh, feeling it pulse in her hand.  “Must get to morning.”  Her leg thickened a few centimeters in her grip, causing her other hand to cover her mouth as a moan tried to escape her lips.  “Must. . . get. . . to. . . morning. . . without. . . juicing. . . him. . . dry.”

              She sat up, taking deep breaths.  “I need to go to the bathroom.”

              Ron rolled over.  “It isn’t like you have to tell me that.”

              Hope slid her feet off the side of the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom.  Her mind was hazy, and her only thoughts were on getting inside the bathroom.  “Have to. . . lock myself in.”  She closed the door.  “Lock myself in.”  She moaned, not really noticing her entire body was blue.  “So horny.  So sensitive.  “She held the door handle with her blue hands.  “I. . . must. . . protect him.”  Hope shook her head, her radiant blue boobs swelling a few centimeters and jiggling about.  “I. . . ohhh.”  She closed her eyes.  “Ohhhh. . .”  Her hands wrapped tighter around the door handle.  “I. . . ohhh. . . I want to feel his warm hot dick inside of me.”  She giggled.  “I want it to help me grow.  To ripen.”  She licked her lips, her grip loosening.  “I want him to make me into the best blueberry possible.”