Don't upset the blueberry goddess unless you want to incur her wrath. Georgetta is going to learn this lesson the hard way. (This story is only on my Patreon/DA subscription All-Access tiers.)

            Georgetta fell onto her hands and knees.  “I. . . need to. . .”  She squeezed her tender breasts.  “I need to fill up.  I need to get soo juicy.”  Her amber eyes turned blue.  “I have to grow, swell.  I have to. . . become a big juicy blueberry for the harvest.”

            “Georgetta?”  Pamula gulped as she watched her friend’s hips swell and blueberry juice drip from her hard, erect nipples.  “You can’t become a giant blueberry.  Oh no, what am I going to do?  I told you not to anger the gods.”  Shripppp.  Blort.  Pamula blushed as more of her friend’s belly ripped through the already strained tunic.  “Though you seem to be making a lovely blue. . . no you. . . maybe if I appeal to the gods, you can be spared this juice fate.”

            Georgetta moaned, her luscious breasts swelling almost an entire cup size.  “Nooo.  I. . . want to. . . become the blueberry.”  She licked her lips as she rubbed her belly.  “You must plant me to help the harvest.”  She panted as she pulled at her tunic.  “Get me out of these. . . mortal vessels.  I must grow. . . must help the other blueberries.  Ughhh.”  Georgetta panted as her pants stretched, her thighs pulsing as her juicy frame continued to swell.  “Soo juicy.”  Blort.  Gurrgle.  She giggled, falling backward, her tunic ripping apart and her round, massive belly bouncing about in the mid-day sun.  “Heheheh.”

            Pamula bent down by her friend, her hands reaching down behind her back.  “Come on.  Get up.  Get up.”  She panted.  “Dear god, the juice is leaking through your skin.”  She waved her hands.  “I have never seen a blueberry so ripe.  No.  No.  I am not going to call her a blueberry.  This is crazy.  Ahhh.”  She jumped back as Georgetta’s pants snapped part, revealing Georgetta’s pulsating blue pussy.  “Holy crap.  That is. . . juicy.  I could just. . .”  Pamula bent over in a trance and licked up the excess blueberry juice from her friend’s throbbing juice hole.

            “Ohhhh god!”  Georgetta thrashed about, her arms becoming like massive blue tree trunks as she tried to steady her breathing.  “You. . . ohhh god.”  Her sumptuous breasts swelled yet another cup size, blueberry juice dripping out of her hard, massive nipples.  “I. . . can’t take it.  Soo much juice.  So much fucking juice.”

            Pamula stood up, wiping her mouth clean.  “I don’t know what came over me.  I am good.”