Vicky is looking to get back at Terry by ruining her party. But is spiking the punch with blueberry juice really ruining it? (This story was the story of the month for my sub's and will come to DA on Feb 27th.)

              As Kerry drank the punch, her eyes widened.  "Wow, what is in this stuff."  She shook her eyes.  "It has a powerful kick for some random blueberry flavor."  She laughed as she coughed.  "I swear whoever made the food, I am going to have to congratulate them."  She took a deep breath and pulled at the collar of her shirt.  "Is it getting hot in here?"

              "Hey, Kerry.  Do you want to come and watch the game with us?"  She spun around and tried to hide her massive plate of food as her body tensed up.  "Come on.  We are betting on it."

              "You know I don't like to do that kind of crap."  She took short rapid breaths, sweat dripping down her neck and along her slender boobs.  "I. . . look, I will watch it, but. . ."

              "Hey, are you okay?  You seem a bit flushed."

              "It's just hot in here.  I. . . look, I need to use the restroom."  Kerry rushed past him, forgetting about her massive plate of food.  Locking the door behind her, Kerry planted her hands on the sink.  "Ugh, why the hell is it so hot in here?  Are they turning it into a sauna?"

              She raised her head and gasped as she saw herself in the mirror.  "Oh my god.  My face.  I am. . . fucking blue! Ughhhh."  She moaned as her bra suddenly tightened.  "Fucking hell. . ."  She scratched at the side of her chest, pressure increasing inside her body.  "I. . . it's getting fucking tight."  She looked down and gasped as she could see her nipples through her shirt.  "Oh my fucking god."  She moaned, leaning forward as her hard, raw nipples rubbed against her clothing, causing blue stains to appear.  "I. . . fucking.  FUCK!"