This story contains blueberry inflation, breast and ass expansion, swelling in a tight space, clothing squeezing a berry girl before bursting off her body. (This is only on my subscription all-access tiers.)



Welcome to the blueberry construction company. The only group that uses inflated berry girls to remodel houses. Need a berry wrecking ball? Need a berry girl to flatten something? Step right up!

            “You’re late!”  Grace crossed her arms as Dawn strode up.  “You can’t be a slacker.  We have a job.”

            “I am sorry.  Do you know how long it took me to get across town when no one wanted to juice me from our other work site?”  She snorted.  “We need to hire more blueberry workers.  It can’t just be me, Heather, and Sasha doing this.  Where are they anyways?”

            “They are tied up in other projects.  What do you think?”  Grace snorted.  “Which sucks because this is going to be a multi-day project without them.”  She grabbed Dawn’s arm and dragged her towards the construction site.  “We have to tear this house town, smooth the land over, and get ready to build on top of it.”

            “Wait?  Tear this thing down?”  Dawn gulped as she looked up at the three-story Victorian house.  “You can’t be serious.”

            “I am. How else is our business going to be taken seriously?  After that is done, we need you to roll in the supplies for the new house. They are building one of those multi-apartment complexes here.”

            Dawn gulped.  “I have to do this all by myself?!”

            “Don’t worry.  We will give you two to three extra doses if we have to.”  She patted her on the back.  “Make you nice, big, and strong.”

            “You could make me pop!  We never tested the gum beyond more than one stick at a time.  Besides, don’t we get big enough as it is?”

            Grace grabbed Dawn by the shoulders.  “Look, your job is on the line.  The clients are going to pay close to thirty million dollars for this job.  You are going to get one million of the cut.”

            Dawn stammered.  “One. . . million?”

            “Yes, one fricking million.  Now, are you going to juice up into a gigantic blueberry and do your job?”

            “One million dollars.”  She took a deep breath.  “Where is the gum?”