Pamula tries to plea for mercy to Blueetia so she can get Georgetta back. Too bad there is no reversing the goddess's divine wrath. In fact, the wrath shall fall upon the entire farm for such foolish moral actions. (This story is only on my Patreon and DA All-Access Tiers.)
“Just calm down. No one is going to turn into. . . into. . .” Pamula moaned. “Blue. . . blue. . . blueberries.” She took a deep breath. “Fuck sakes, my chest feels full all of a sudden.” She rubbed her chest, pressing her hands against her squishy, sensitive breasts. “Maybe I. . .” Pamula’s eyes widened as she finally noticed her blue skin. “Oh no. No, no, no. I. . . can’t be a blueberry.” She panted as her sumptuous breasts pressed her tunic. “Ohh god. I. . . have to resist. Blueetia, I am a loyal disciple. Please don’t. . . make me. . . juicy. So very. . . very juicy.” Blueberry juice dripped out of her hard nipples, her fingers rubbing them as they slowly became more and more erect. “Ohh god. I. . . can’t keep in it. I just. . . can’t.” Gurrgle. Shripp. Pamula shook her head as her tunic became tighter and tighter. “Goddess, what have I done to deserve this? I. . . why am I going to become a big sexy blueberry?”
Nora turned around. “We have to get out of here before we all turn into blueberries. We—” Pamula jumped on the young girl, her eyes flashing blue as her ass throbbed, blueberry juice surging underneath her tender skin. “No. Stay. All will be juicy in the loving eyes of Blueetia.” She moaned as her luscious hips began to expand. Blort. “Ohhhhh.”
“Let me. . .” Nora moaned, her own eyes flashing blue. “I. . . we will be blueberries for Blueetia. Yes.” The other girls nodded their heads. “Yes. These fields need lovely giant blueberries.” Nora’s face began to turn blue. “Ohhh. . . fuck.”
Pamula moaned as her throbbing juicy ass stretched her pants to their limits. “Ohhh fuck. Yes. The. . . fields need blueberries for the harvest. We. . . ohhh.” She fell onto her hands and knees. “Oh, by the goddess. I. . . have been a naughty blueberry. I have been such a naughty blueberry.” Shrippppppp. Blort. “Ohhhhh yesssss.” Her luscious hips tore through her blueberry-stained pants, her thick, juicy fingers rubbing her widening legs. “Ohh, yes. I can feel her essence empowering me. Oh, Blueetia, I will be a wonderful blueberry in your name.” Pamula dipped her finger into her juice hole, moving it around and around as she felt her pulsing pussy become deeper and wider. “Ohh, yes. Yesss.” Her breaths became deeper and faster. “Let it grow so some lucky. . . person can attend to me and fill me up. Ohhhhhh!”
Pamula looked up as the other girl’s bodies began to fill up, their sumptuous asses starting to fill with juice and their radiant breasts pressing against their tunics. “Yes. Grow. Swell. We need more blueberries in the fields. More. . . more.” She struggled to stay on her hands and squishy, thick knees. “Soo much juice.” Blue sweat dripped from her face, and juice dripped from her stiff, raw nipples. “Can’t. . . stay. . .” Her arms suddenly failed her, and she fell onto her curvy belly and voluptuous breasts, her juices squirting out of her bottomless juice hole. “Ohhhh yess. I. . . ohhhhh.”