This story contains slow blueberry inflation, breast and ass expansion, juicing of a blueberry girl by pressing down on her swelling body, blueberry juice squirting out of nipples and the other juice hole and public blueberry swelling. (This story is only on my Patreon/DA subscription All-Access tier.)



Shaula doesn't believe Carol when Carol tells her that she is a wereberry. Well, it's going to lead to another juicy situation.

“Ohhhh god.  Please stop talking and let class be over with already!”  Shaula moaned quietly as she rubbed her right, tender breast.  “I. . . ughhhh. . .”  Sweat dripped down her face, under her shirt, and onto her throbbing, sumptuous breast.  “Soooo. . . much. . . pressure!”

            “Well, Daisy, what makes you think that the poem you wrote is the best thing ever?  What makes you think that it is the pinnacle of mankind?”

            “Because everyone told me so!”

            Shaula panted, her tender breasts pressing tightly against her blouse.  “Ughhh. . . soooo. . . fucking tight!”  She gripped her legs, feeling them pulsing in her hands as her tender, luscious boobs slowly swelled, inch by inch, pressing against both her blouse and her desk.  “Ughhhh.  What. . . is. . . happening!?”  Gurrgle.  Blort!

            “So are you saying you are so good you never have to write again?  That that one poem will bring you all the fame and fortune so you can live in a big mansion for the rest of your life?”

            Daisy opened her mouth for a second only to pause.  “I umm. . . it’s not that good.  I umm. . . guess I have some things to learn.”

            “Oh my fucking god!  Shaula, are you okay!?”

            Shaula moaned as she stood up, her wet, juicy boobs bouncing about inside her blouse.  “I. . . ughhh. . .”  All eyes were on her as her face turned dark purple.  “I am. . . fine.”  She giggled.  “Why are they looking at me?  And why won’t this damn pressure go. . . fucking. . .”  Shrippppp.  Pop.  “Ohhhh, that is better.”  She moaned as blueberry juice dripped down from between the seams in her blouse onto her desk.  “Fuckkkkk.”

            Daisy gulped.  “She is turning into a blueberry!”

            Shaula put her right hand on her hip, her tender blue breasts jiggling about as another button snapped off her blouse.  “I am not a blueberry!”  Her eyes flashed blue.  “I am not all big. . . and. . . juicy.  Sooo. . . ever. . . juicy. . .”  She rubbed her luscious hip, moaning as it bubbled underneath her fingertips.  “Ohhhh. . .”  Gurrgle.  “Sooo juicy.”  Her eyes flashed blue again as her tender hips and succulent belly swelled a few inches, causing her blouse to become even tighter.