Blueberry Gum (10 Parts) (Patreon)

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Note: This is a story-prompt for pizzajunky33.

1.

“Hey, can you pass me my water bottle?” Jenn whispered.

They were at a movie theater, backpacks piled on a spare seat to Emma’s right.

“Sure,” Emma responded, digging her hand in Jenn’s backpack until she found the water bottle. But in the process, she also came upon a thick rectangular piece of gum. After handing her friend the water bottle, Emma opened the stray piece of gum and popped it between her lips.

The flavor of blueberries burst through her mouth. Wow, it tastes so realistic.

After the movie was over, Emma and two of her other college friends were babbling excitedly about the unexpected cameos. Jenn, meanwhile, was frantically rummaging around in her bag.

“Hey, has anyone seen my gum?” Jenn asked.

Emma froze mid-chew. Even after two hours, the blueberry flavor hadn’t waned at all.

“Seriously guys, who took it?” Jenn demanded.

“I didn’t see any gum,” insisted Brad.

Emma gulped down the piece of gum in her mouth. “Me neither,” she said cheekily.

-

Sometimes Emma thought she could still almost taste it. She wished she could ask Jenn where she had gotten the gum. It had just been so good.

Emma also found that she was a little bloated in the following days. She knew that swallowing gum was typically inadvisable, but had figured that it would have passed by now.

It was a week after the movie that Emma was getting dressed one morning in preparation for class, when she found herself pausing in her bedroom mirror.

The nineteen-year-old stepped closer to her reflection, staring at herself.

Was she going crazy, or had her abdomen taken on a bluish hue? “So weird…” Emma murmured, laying her hand against her skin, which felt a bit cool. And her stomach seemed even more bloated than it had been before. This didn’t seem like any medical issue she had ever heard of.

A pounding on her bedroom door snapped her out of her reverie. “We’re gonna be late!” called Jenn, who also happened to be Emma’s roommate.

“Coming!” Emma called, quickly jerking her shirt on. She frowned at the way it hugged the curve of her stomach. I’ll deal with this later, Emma decided. For now, getting through her Calculus test was her main priority.

-

Emma was buried in school work, not to mention her part time job at the grocery store. Thinking about the issue of her stomach was both time-consuming and anxiety-inducing. And so she avoided the matter altogether. At least, until she couldn’t.

“On second thought, I’m not really in the mood for swimming,” Emma called through the door as she stared in horror at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. As she released a small belch, the aroma of blueberries filled her senses.

“Seriously?” responded Jenn’s incredulous voice.

Emma lay her hand against her abdomen. She was standing there in her favorite bikini, her formerly faultless physique now distorted by a gut that was so swollen, she could have passed as someone who was five months pregnant. She was honestly surprised no one had mentioned it. But she had been donning baggier clothes lately.

Even odder than the size was the color of her stomach. Her skin seemed to steadily transition from its natural tan hue to an ocean blue color that was its deepest shade around the center of her belly. Her skin there also seemed oddly shiny, as though she had rubbed oil on it. The whole thing was entirely bizarre.

Again, Jenn banged on the door.

“I’ll meet you at the car,” said Emma, not tearing her eyes away from her reflection. “Just —give me five minutes.”

On the other side of the door, Jenn released an audible huff. “Five minutes,” she echoed. Emma listened to the sound of Jenn’s feet stomping off.

Emma knew that there was no way she could be seen like this. She grabbed her T-shirt off the towel rack and tugged it on, grimacing at the way it stretched over her abdomen. She could even see a little of the blue hue through the white cotton.

Emma laid her hand on the lower part of the curve. Maybe her friends would just think she had put on some weight. As long as she didn’t get wet, they probably wouldn’t notice.

As she leaned down to grab her beach bag, she felt the oddest of sensations. Emma quickly straightened.

Slosh.

She shuddered. “What the hell,” she panted. She hesitated, then experimentally moved around, taking a quick step forward, then back.

Slosh, splash.

“Fuck…” she moaned as she hugged herself against the weird and uncomfortable sensation. She thought she could even hear it a little. It felt as though she was full of liquid.

By then Emma was panting. This whole thing was baffling. Her belly was uncomfortably bloated, pressurized, blue, and now, full of liquid. She grabbed her phone off the bathroom counter and did what she should have done a week ago when this whole thing had started.

“Hi, I’d like to make an appointment with Dr. Graham,” she muttered after she had called her Dr.’s office. The response made her eyebrows furrow. “A two month wait? Are you serious?”

She could hear a car horn honking outside. Jenn was going to kill her.

“Okay, fine, I’ll take the appointment. Just — schedule it. Okay. Thanks.” With that, she hung up.

Emma drew a deep breath. She leaned down to collect her beach bag (more slowly this time), then finally walked out of the bathroom. She just had to get through the next two months.

2.

Emma’s belly was only getting bigger and more bloated. Her ailment was completely baffling, but she was too embarrassed to confide in anyone about it. The only thing she could really do was wait for her doctor’s appointment.

In the meantime, she took to wearing even looser clothing. She found a variety of options at the local thrift shops. Baggy T-shirts, flowy dresses; she even found an oversized puffy jacket that she could use as fall became winter. Of course, she was hoping that her ailment would not last that long.

If it weren’t for the shiny blue skin on her abdomen, and the continual sloshing sensation of liquid (sometimes it was faintly audible!), Emma really did look as though she was pregnant. She could sometimes see her friends giving her odd looks with narrowed eyes. She knew that they suspected something.

There was only so much that loose closing could hide. By then, Emma estimated that she looked as though she was seven months pregnant, and her belly was still progressively expanding. It was just so uncomfortably firm and round. Every effort she made to compress it was intolerable. It truly seemed like a bubble, full of liquid, stretching her out.

The blue hue was spreading.

Emma noticed one day after she got out of the shower. Typically, she tried to avoid the uncanniness of her naked body, but that day, she found herself standing nude in her full-length mirror, appraising herself in morbid fascination.

She ran her hand over her stomach, the skin oddly slippery.

While the entirety of her belly was a deep blue color, the hue seemed to be spreading to her breasts and — Emma turned to her side — her backside.

Bizarre, she thought as she shifted again, examining herself more.

It seemed that the skin on her backside and breasts were also steadily taking on that same sleek consistency as the skin on her belly.

Six more weeks, was all Emma could think. Just another six weeks until her appointment.

Releasing a long sigh, she finally tore her gaze away from her reflection, and proceeded with the increasingly difficult process of getting dressed.

-

In another two weeks, everyone thought Emma was pregnant. She didn’t even try to deny it, she just smiled awkwardly when it was brought up. Who would even believe her if she said that she wasn’t?

Her body was uncomfortably round and pressurized, and was so perpetually stuffed, she sometimes felt like she might just pop. Her size had surged at ludicrous rates, and she already looked as though she was nine months pregnant.

But it wasn’t only her belly that was impacted by the ailment. The blue hue had deepened on Emma’s breasts and ass, as had the sleek feel and shiny appearance of her skin in those areas.

Those areas were growing as well. Emma’s breasts had jumped up two cup sizes seemingly overnight. She now had a pair of plump DD-cup breasts protruding on her chest, her nipples, areola, and breast flesh all differing shades of blue, with the nipples being the darkest.

Her backside was big and round, protruding out as it never had before, her skin there also a sea blue color.

Her rapid changes were a struggle to accommodate in terms of clothing. As a poor college student, Emma could hardly keep up.

She was forced to go braless, and to endure the sensation of her swollen nipples rubbing against the insides of her increasingly small shirts, where they protruded so blatantly that other students at the University could not help staring when they passed her around campus.

All of Emma’s clothing was getting tight on her, not one of her T-shirts fitting her loosely anymore. And her pants options were even worse. She didn’t even attempt to get into jeans anymore, so resorted to sweatpants and leggings most days. But lately, she was having a hard time squeezing her butt even into those.

And the sloshing. It was truly baffling. The constant sense of splashing and churning of fluid inside her, like her body was an overfilled water balloon.

Things were getting insane. She didn’t know what to do.

Emma tugged awkwardly at her shirt that day as she waddled into the library. Both her top and her sweatpants were skin tight on her. She knew that she already looked heavily pregnant, and there was nothing she could do about that. Emma was still determined to hide her shiny blue skin. It was just too freakish and humiliating to expose.

But it was a struggle. Her shirt kept riding up, and the back of her pants were truly straining. The hypersensitivity of her nipples proved to be a strange and erotic torture as they rubbed against her shirt with every movement.

Jenn waved her over.

“Hey.” Emma made her way to the table, clutching the sides of her belly. She eased herself down with the utmost care, settling her bloated bubble of an ass down against the hard chair with a grunt.

When she looked back up at Jenn, Emma saw that her friend was giving her a knowing smirk.

Emma belatedly realized that her shirt had ridden up again, exposing her bloated blue skin. She hurriedly pulled it down, the movement causing yet another slosh of liquid.

3.

It was hard to focus during lecture that day, largely because Emma could feel someone staring at her. And every time she checked, it was Jenn who’s gaze was glued to Emma’s body. Jenn wasn’t even trying to hide it. Instead, when caught, Jenn would simply offer a mischievous smile.

Emma was just glad when the lecture ended. As they left the class, she threw Jenn a reproving look.

“What?” said Jenn as she playfully shoved Emma with her shoulder.

Emma stumbled, her round belly wobbling and sloshing. She clutched it, trying to stabilize the orb as her cheeks reddened. She still couldn’t get used to the sensation. “Easy,” she whined.

“You’re just being uptight today,” said Jenn, blithely patting Emma’s abdomen, and causing Emma’s insides to slosh even more.

“Ohhh…” Emma moaned, staggering a little. Her belly, breasts, and backside all felt uncomfortably full. “Can we just get to the library!?”

Emma and Jenn were assigned a project together for their anthropology elective. They only had a few days until it was due.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jenn agreed. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” She rolled her eyes.

Emma was breathing heavily as she waddled into the library, still clutching her belly. She found herself constantly checking her clothes, which felt tighter on her than ever before. She consistently tugged and adjusted the fabric to make sure that every part of her was covered. But it felt like a losing battle.

“Mmgghh…” Emma moaned as she eased herself slowly down in a chair. It was truly awkward to settle her weight against her bloated blue ass, which had that same sense of being bloated with liquid as her belly and her breasts.

Her breasts felt full and round, her nipples having swollen to at least double their original size, and rubbing against the inside of her top in a way that was terribly arousing. All the conflicting sensations just left her dizzy.

Her belly was still steadily swelling, now seeming to look a little beyond term, were it a pregnancy. Yet there was no baby inside her and no end in sight. Emma was left to waddle around campus, breathing heavily, dodging questions regarding when she was due to give birth.

She hoped no one could see how dark her navel was through her shirt. Her nipples and belly button both had the darkest tone of blue color on her body. And Emma was realizing that she should have thought better than to wear a white shirt. Because if someone was really looking, she was certain they would be able to see her nipples and belly button through the tautly stretched material.

Emma still felt on edge even when both she and Jenn were settled at a table, their books open.

“Can I feel the baby again?” inquired Jenn, who just seemed obsessed with touching her.

“I mean —okay,” said Emma helplessly, grimacing as Jenn went back to poking and prodding.

Thankfully after this episode of being touched and rattled, both women finally shifted her attention to the books, and got studying.

-

It was finally presentation day.

Emma thought they had put together a decent project. She and Jenn had agreed that Emma would be the one who would go up in front of the class and discuss their research.

Everything was going well. Sure, Emma’s belly, breasts, and ass had only expanded over the past few days, but Emma thought she was acclimating to the sensation. She waddled awkwardly, clutching the side of her belly, as she discussed the graphs and charts she and Jenn had taped to the chalkboard. Her classmates stared at her in morbid fascination, their attention divided between the presentation and Emma’s swollen body.

It had been a half-hour, and as sweaty and tired as Emma felt, she was quite pleased with herself. She was finally wrapping things up when she felt an odd tingling that made her freeze. She looked down at her chest, breathing heavily. Her nipples were stinging while a flush of heat had suddenly overcome her breasts, the mounds practically feeling as though they were throbbing.

And then something astonishing happened. Emma stared in shock as a purple spot appeared on her shirt. A second spot started to form, one over each of her nipples. The damp purple were spreading into pools. It took a moment before she could register what was happening.

The purple fluid was coming out of her! Her nipples!

Emma’s many classmates stared at her, their eyes practically bulging out of their skulls. In the back, Jenn just wore a smug look.

Her face glowing red, Emma hurried out of the room.

4.

Emma waddled towards the bathroom, her small hands clutching her swollen belly, which seemed to be bobbing slightly with her struggled movements. She pushed her way inside and made her way over to the sink, gasping for breath as she gripped the edge then gazed at herself in the mirror.

She still could hardly believe it. On her shirt, against each of her nipples, was a patch of purple fluid, which had seeped into the material. Emma tentatively reached out to touch the discoloration, her fingers coming back sticky. She grimaced, rubbing her fingers together. She sniffed them. Fruity.

It was just so bizarre. Emma hesitated before she gripped the hem of her top. She pulled the material up over her head and then studied her torso.

Her bra was uncomfortably tight and completely saturated in the purplish fluid. She frowned at the way the cups were pinching into her bloated blue flesh. Emma carefully unlatched the bra and peeled it away from her.

The first thing she noticed was that her nipples looked unusually large — perhaps double their original size. They felt uncomfortably stiff and erect, and as Emma stood there staring at them, she could see purple fluid collecting on them, forming a droplet, before eventually dripping down from each of her nipples. She covered her mouth in shock.

This was like nothing she had ever seen or heard of. She was lactating purple fluid. Emma caught the latest droplet on her finger and tasted it. Her eyes went wide. It tasted like blueberry juice. The flavor brought her back to the delicious blueberry gum she had found in Jenn’s backpack weeks earlier.

How is this even possible? Emma wondered, feeling numb. Was this what she was filled with? It explained the sloshy, liquidy feel of her breasts, butt, and belly. “This can’t be real,” she whispered, her heart racing.

The door banged open. Emma couldn’t believe she had forgotten to lock it. She hurriedly tried to cover herself up, pulling her shirt against her chest as she looked up to see Jenn step inside the bathroom.

“Oh my god!” said Jenn at seeing Emma in all her bloated blueness.

Emma was mortified. “I can explain!” she stammered, even though she couldn’t. Thus the two fell into awkward silence, staring at each other. Emma felt her cheeks heating up.

Then slowly, Jenn smiled. “You shouldn’t have stolen my gum.”

Emma blinked, utterly perplexed. “What?”

“My blueberry gum,” Jenn elaborated. “I know you took it out of my bag. Well, that’s obvious.” She motioned to Emma’s swollen form.

It took Emma a moment to piece the meanings together. She thought about Jenn’s blueberry gum from the movie theater. Then she thought about how the fluid her breasts were leaking tasted just like it. “You…” Emma breathed. The shirt she was clutching against her chest was starting to dampen. “You did this.”

“You did it to yourself,” Jenn countered mockingly. “No one told you to steal my gum.”

“What’s happening to me?” Emma demanded. “How do I reverse it?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know…” Jenn was playing coy and it was maddening.

“Stop messing around,” Emma snapped. For several weeks she had been inflating out of control, her body filling with this strange liquid—this juice. This was the first time in ages that Emma felt any hope of her life returning to normal. Jenn knew what was wrong with her.

But Jenn simply smirked.

“Christ, Jenn,” Emma entreated, shaking her head. She had been turned into a certifiable freak and Jenn was showing no signs of mercy. “You have to help me fix this.”

“But why? I actually I think it’s…” Jenn leaned close to sniff her. “…delicious.” Jenn smiled. “You smell so fruity and sweet.”

Emma glared, her cheeks heating more. Unbeknownst to her, her blush was blue in hue rather than pink.

“I guess I’ll see you class,” said Jenn with a wink. With that, she turned and walked off, just like that. The smug bitch.

Emma could hardly believe it. She was apoplectic!

She felt so angry, she wanted to break something. She just couldn’t believe that after everything she had gone through all came back to Jenn and that stupid piece of blueberry gum. Of all things!

The indignation was nearly dizzying. Emma grabbed hold of the edge of the sink, breathing heavily.

This couldn’t be the end of things. She refused to proceed with silent suffering.

Which only meant one thing. She had to figure out what was in that gum, and what Jenn was up to. Those were the first steps towards resolving her predicament.

5.

Days passed as Emma continued to struggle with her condition. Things were only getting worse.

As her belly, breasts, and backside continued to gradually expand with the strange blueberry juice, she noticed that the color was spreading to other parts of her body.

It started traveling up her neck and down her appendages. Emma took to wearing long sleeves and high-collared shirts, but as the hue continued to advance, she found that she had to take more drastic measures.

One morning she groaned as she squeezed herself into a pair of leggings. Her jeans no longer fit her at all anymore, and the leggings seemed to get tighter every day with the constant expansion of her ass. She made sure that the pants were long enough to be tucked into her socks, and then she pulled on a tunic-style shirt with sleeves that went nearly to her fingertips.

Emma wrapped a scarf around her neck then studied her reflection in her bedroom mirror, wanting to ensure that every bit of blue was adequately hidden by the outfit. She sighed to herself once she was satisfied. She felt uncomfortably warm in the attire, but this was decidedly preferable to being seen as freak at college.

Emma kept her head down when she arrived at campus, waddling awkwardly as her hands cradled her sloshing belly which was bobbing slightly with her stride. She knew that she looked ridiculous, particularly by the stares the other students were sending her way. But it was the best she could do given the circumstances. Wearing a winter scarf indoors was unpleasant, but tolerable, and Emma was determined to get through the day without any humiliating incidents.

“Sorry I’m late,” she managed when she arrived to the library for a study session with some friends. She felt flushed and overheated as she eased herself down, one hand clutching her swollen abdomen. She grimaced as her weight settled against her bloated backside which became a precarious platform beneath her. She teetered awkwardly against it, but gripped the table for balance.

The conversation paused, Emma’s four friends taking a moment to appraise her. Jenn grinned and waved, quite sarcastically, in Emma’s opinion. The other three women looked decidedly uneasy.

“Hi…” Lauren drawled, averting her eyes, only to catch herself staring again.

Emma fidgeted awkwardly, grimacing at the sensation of her distended nipples rubbing against the inside of her top. Her boobs must have swollen up to E-cups by then. Emma had stuffed her bra with padding and thought she was getting better at detecting when she was about to have a “spill,” but she still didn’t feel remotely secure. Her breasts were uncomfortably bloated, and every movement felt like a risk of another embarrassing accident.

“Hey,” Emma responded, forcing a grin.

“I love that perfume,” said Cara thoughtfully. “It smells so…fruity.”

“Thanks,” said Emma, feeling desperate to change the subject. “Are you as stressed as I am about Friday’s midterm. What did you think of the excerpt we were supposed to read?”

With that, the got the group back into the groove of studying. Soon enough everyone’s eyes were glued to their textbooks.

When Pillar left for a bathroom break, Jenn scooted, closing the distance between herself and Emma.

“Aw, you look so cute today, Em. Baby’s getting so big.” She patted Emma’s belly, causing Emma to groan as the mound sloshed and shuddered. “When are you having it already?” Jenn queried in faux-puzzlement.

Emma responded with a grimace of a smile, knowing that Jenn was mocking her. “Any day now,” she said icily.

Jenn just scooted closer so they were practically pressed against each other. And Emma was already feeling so terribly hot. She tugged at her scarf, trying to subtly relieve some of the discomfort. She could feel sweat beading in her hairline and starting to trickle towards her brow.

“Emma, you have something on your face. Geez, did your pen explode?” said Lauren.

Emma looked down at her hand, but her pen was entirely in tact. She looked back at her friends, who were all gazing at her in various states of confusion. Except for Jenn, who was covering her mouth against a giggle.

Lauren snapped out of her reverie and rummaged in her purse. She pulled out a compact mirror, which he handed to Emma.

Emma studied her reflection.

There was something…blue…trailing across her forehead. She wiped it away with her hand, only for more blue fluid to trickle down from her hairline. Horrified, she realized that she was sweating blueberry juice!

“Oh my god,” Emma breathed, the mirror clattering against the table top. She sat frozen in mortification.

“Everything okay?” said Cara, still giving Emma a queer look.

“Yeah… I…um…” Emma’s eyes darted around. “I have to go.” Emma hurriedly struggled to heave herself up, her scarf nearly tugging away from her.

“Oops,” intoned Jenn, who was seated on the other end of it.

Emma quickly jerked her scarf away. She shot Jenn one more admonishing look, before hurriedly waddling off towards the bathroom while trying not to sweat too much.

6.

As much as Emma tried to focus during her math class, she was feeling oddly…tingly, in her nether regions. Her body was aroused even though there was no ostensible source of the feeling. She wondered what had gotten into her.

Of course, it could have been the heavy pressure of the fluid keeping her body tautly stretched and pressurized, causing a vast assortment of interesting sensations. Emma wondered if she should just enjoy it. Either way, her groin continued to tingle, and she could feel herself getting wet as a bluish blush formed on her cheeks.

She started to fidget slightly, her thighs rubbing together. All the while, she continued to do her best to focus on the equation the professor was discussing. She really needed get it down if she had any hopes of passing the exam.

“Okay guys, why don’t you take fifteen,” suggested Professor Johnson as he lowered the chalk and started to wipe his hands together. Students started to shuffle out of the room, others staying in their desks to chatter, or pulling snacks out of their backpacks.

Emma braced her hands against her desk and began to haul herself up, but then she felt a very wet sensation, and heard the dripping off fluid. She blinked several times, before looking down to discover that her leggings were soaked through to the point that fluid was spilling off them. Her eyes widening, she quickly plopped back down as her blush deepened.

She was just — leaking. There was a big blue stain in the seat of her leggings, and she was sitting in so much of the fluid that it was starting to drip onto the floor, forming a puddle beneath her. She sat frozen in embarrassment, her eyes staring forward. She didn’t know what to do. She just hoped that no one had noticed.

Emma had never felt so anxious. Her heart was positively racing.

The fifteen minute break ended, and students hurried back into their seats. Emma stared at the chalkboard as Professor Johnson resumed the lesson, though he might as well have been speaking ancient Greek for how much of it she was absorbing.

Her panic continued to build. She felt soaked, the seat of her pants completely saturated in blueberry juice. In her peripheral vision, she could see the puddle beneath her continuing to grow and spread. She could see a few of the nearest students looking her way, some of them pointing and whispering. And the blueberry aroma was getting so strong that even Professor Johnson paused to glance around in confusion.

Emma was just grateful that she was seated towards the middle of the classroom. There were enough desks around her that she wasn’t blatantly visible. She just tried to get through the rest of the class, keeping her eyes either straight ahead, or staring at the scribblings in her notebook. She tried her best to breathe evenly. But then her breasts started to tingle.

Oh no, Emma thought, her bra starting to pinch into her breasts as they heaved with growth. She fidgeted and grimaced, but there was nothing for it. Her nipples started to leak into the skin-tight sweatshirt she was squeezed into, the fluid rapidly making large blue patches right on the front.

“And always remember to remove the decimal after you…” Professor Johnson trailed off, doing a double take at seeing her.

Emma just wanted to disappear. She desperately averted her gaze, feebly trying to fold her arms over her tender jugs, which just made her shudder as her groin leaked more.

A nearby student started to pack his things. Class was over. Other students took his lead, standing up, shoving their books away, and slinging backpacks over their shoulders.

Professor Johnson snapped out of his reverie. “S-see you next week,” he stammered, as he, too, hastily started to shove his things into his briefcase.

Emma had never felt so relieved. She continued to wait for the classroom to clear out, but the other students were taking forever. Even after the professor absconded, people were still lingering and chattering, taking their time to vacate the room.

“Damn, it smells good in here,” someone remarked in bemusement.

To Emma’s utter displeasure, Jenn made her way over. “Hey mama! You need help getting up with that big baby of yours?”

“No,” Emma hissed at her.

“Here, let me help you,” said Jenn, grabbing hold of Emma’s arms.

As much as Emma tried to resist, it was lost cause. Between her weight and her nerves, she had no fight in her. She and Jenn collectively grunted as Jenn pulled Emma with all her strength, forcing Emma to stand to avoid falling onto the floor.

The aroma of blueberries became even more potent. Everyone froze, turning towards Emma.

Emma was sopping wet, the back of her leggings visibly stained with blue fluid that was trailing between her thighs. More of it dripped off of her big, bubble ass and onto the floor tiles where the puddle had grown massive and was starting to trail towards the front of the classroom.

Everyone was staring, their jaws hanging.

There was nothing for it. Completely humiliated, Emma waddled out of the room, still dripping juice.

7.

Emma was overwhelmed.

Over time, her condition had only exacerbated.

Despite all the uncomfortable changes her body was enduring, she did her best to keep up with her school work. In fact, her education was a welcome distraction, at least on the occasions that she managed to immerse herself in it.

All the other times, her world was blue.

It was a few weeks later, and Emma was breathing heavily as she arduously waddled through the hallways of her college.

As usual, Jenn was close behind her, babbling on about some assignment or the other. But mostly, she seemed to be eying Emma up and down. Emma could see it whenever she glanced back at the other woman. It was getting infuriating, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. Trying to end her “friendship” with Jenn was sure to be more inconvenient than anything else. And so, Emma thought it best to simply tolerate her.

Emma was too busy struggling with her condition to worry about Jenn, anyway. It had gotten to the point that Emma couldn’t hide it anymore.

She had tried various scarves, face masks, gloves, and even sunglasses as the blueness spread up her face and along her limbs. But eventually, no matter how much clothing she donned, the blue peeked out visibly. It wasn’t as though everyone wasn’t suspicious of her odd wardrobe anyway. And the more clothing Emma wore, the more she produced blue sweat that seeped into it and spilt onto the floor. Eventually, she’d had to give up. If people didn’t already know, they were bound to find out.

At present, Emma was wearing her largest t-shirt, but it still could not pull all the way down over her enormous, pregnant-looking belly. Her huge ass and plump thighs were stretching her leggings to transparency. And worst of all, she was continually dripping. It leaked from her groin and her nipples, her breasts bloated round with the fluid. Sometimes the juice even spilled out of her nose, or she would cough it up. Emma constantly had the sweet taste of it in her mouth.

She was sloshing audibly. Every step she took could be heard throughout the corridor, people throwing her looks. She was hugely pregnant with massively swollen breasts and a bouncing bubble of an ass, her body shiny and blue as fluid audibly sloshed around inside of her. Some students seemed to think it was just a social experiment, while others avoided her like the plague. Emma couldn’t blame them.

“Gosh it smells amazing,” mentioned an exchange student, his accent vaguely European.

“I can’t stand it,” a female student complained. “Smells like someone just bathed themselves in berry fragrance. How tacky.” She wrinkled her nose.

Embarrassed, Emma continued to hurriedly waddle, but her pace was understandably slow. Behind her, Jen simply snickered. Emma was cognizant of the fact that she was making a mess, her juices spilling all over the floor.

“Eee!” the complainer shrieked as her boot slipped on some of the juice spill. She fell on her face, becoming motionless.

“Oh my god!” Emma cried, waddling over to the young woman. Several other students joined in, crowding around the fallen college student. Someone turned the girl onto her back, revealing that her front was covered in blue juice, a dazed look on her face as she slowly blinked her eyes open.

“Are you okay, Claudia?” a guy asked.

“Someone needs to clean this damn mess!” another person complained, rubbing his sneakers into the wet stickiness of the floor.

“Should we call an ambulance?” asked a meek young woman.

The girl who had slipped — Claudia — slowly sat up, rubbing the visible bump on her forehead. She looked around at the crowd.

“I am so sorry!” cried Emma, clutching her belly. Ironically, she was continuing to seep and sweat blueberry juice all over the place, and was presently standing in a puddle that was growing beneath her.

Claudia simply licked some blue droplets off her lips. “It tastes amazing,” she remarked, to everyone’s surprise. “Where…?” She looked around, as though seeking the source of the blue. Finally, her eyes landed on Emma.

Emma gulped. “I-I have class,” she stammered, before turning on her heel and waddling off. Her feet stuck somewhat to the stickiness on the floor. She tried her best not to slip. It was probably a miracle that she hadn’t, given what a mess she was making wherever she went.

“Well that was entertaining,” Jenn remarked, always a step behind her.

Emma huffed and shook her head. She didn’t have time for Jenn’s taunting. “I’m gonna be late,” she said, as she turned a corner.

8.

Emma just couldn’t take it anymore. She was only getting bigger and heavier, her insides, splashing loudly with every movement. Her life had been transformed. Her whole world was changing. She even noticed that everything seemed more bluish. It was like a faint blue lens had been placed over her eyes, so that everything she saw had taken on a bluish tint. It was truly unnerving.

Feeling defeated, she made her way to Jenn’s door, sloshing with every staggering step forward. She pounded her fist against it, breathing heavily, wobbling slightly.

When Jenn answered the door, she was in her pajamas. After all, it was middle of the night. She crossed her arms and tilted her head to one side, her eyes giving Emma a slow once over. “What do you want?”

“I can’t take this anymore,” Emma gasped out, already standing in a growing pile of the blue juice she was leaking. “You have to help me,” she begged.

Jenn seemed to deliberate.

Emma was even willing to get to her knees. “Please,” she entreated, gripping onto Jenn’s pajama top, her hands instantly leaving wet blue handprints against the cloud pattern.

Jenn huffed. “Fine,” she said, rolling her eyes. She stepped aside. “Get in.”

Gratefully, Emma climbed back up to her feet and followed her inside. The door swung shut behind them.

Jenn led Emma to the bathroom.

“It’s a little awkward,” Jenn admitted, biting her grin. She seemed eager despite the implication. “But you have to get in the tub. Well, take your clothes off first.”

Emma, who was willing to try anything by then, dutifully stripped down, shedding even her underwear as Jenn nodded encouragingly.

Clutching her wobbly, pregnant-looking, juice-filled belly, Emma awkwardly stepped into the tub. She was grateful that there was a shower mat at the bottom. She was sure that without one, she was liable to slip in her continual secretions.

“Now you have to get down on all fours,” said Jenn.

Though she twisted her lips to one side, Emma didn’t argue. Jenn took her hand and aided Emma in slowly getting down to her knees. Breathing heavily, Emma lowered herself to all fours, knowing she must have been an obscene site with her round bubbly ass sticking up behind her. Her belly was so big, it was brushing against the shower floor. The position was uncomfortable, but Emma wasn’t backing down.

“Now I have to juice you,” said Jenn.

“Juice me?” echoed Emma, blinking up at her incredulously.

“I did say it was awkward,” said Jenn as she lowered herself to her knees beside the tub, sitting on her heels. She bit her lip again, her eyes scanning Emma’s blue, shiny, swollen body.

“Just get it over with,” Emma spat, squeezing her eyes shut. “P-please,” she added with an edge of desperation.

Jenn’s hands quavered slightly as she reached out to cup one of Emma swollen breasts. As Jenn squeezed, Emma grunted, and a squirt of blueberry juice shot out of Emma’s nipple. Jenn repeated the motion several times, Emma groaning and fidgeting, but enduring it.

Jenn moved onto the other breast, squeezing it between her hands several times, and producing several more squirts of fluid.

Emma’s big, round belly was a little more tricky, but Jenn cupped it the best she could, pushing into it gently. Emma’s whole body shuddered for a moment, before she retched a mouthful of blueberry juice, moaning as it poured down her chin. As Jenn gave her belly another push, Emma choked out another mouthful.

Jenn saw it best to alternate. She would work on the right breast, then the left one, and finally give Emma’s belly a few squeezes. It was a lengthy process, but Jenn found it strangely peaceful.

Emma’s face had only gotten bluer with heat. She found the whole ritual to be embarrassing.

Yet it still felt good. She sighed from the relief of her body becoming looser and lighter. She was no longer so tightly packed with juice that her skin was tingling. Her eyes widened before she retched another mouthful of juice. It was worth it. She moaned lethargically, still there on her hands and knees as the juice in the tub slowly rose with her output.

Jenn was good at this. “Thanks…Jenn…” Emma managed wearily.

“Yeah, sure,” Jenn responded as she gave another squeeze.

9.

Emma was truly struggling.

Everywhere she went around campus, she was seeping and leaking. She also noticed odd things happening around her. She had a classmate named Amanda, and lately, Emma noticed that Amanda’s eyes looked bigger, brighter, and bluer than before. And then there was a college janitor, whose skin seemed to have taken on a faint blue hue, though Emma was certain she was only imagining it.

Besides, she had bigger things to worry about than people she hardly knew.

“Ew,” said a young blond college junior as she peeled her hand away from a classroom doorknob to reveal a blue stain on her palm.

Cheeks heating, Emma hurriedly waddled around the corner. She felt like she was leaving sticky blue fluid everywhere, and people were certainly noticing. It was only a matter of time before they traced it back to her.

At least her last class for the day was over. As Emma waddled for the exit, she passed by another young woman who was grimacing as she clutched her rounded belly, the material of her white shirt appearing bluish where it stretched tautly against her midsection. She looked as though she was in discomfort, maybe feeling sick. The girl suddenly sneezed out dark blue mucus that splattered against her palm. She stared at her hand in shock, a bit of blue snot leaking from her nostrils.

Emma thought it best to pretend not to have seen any of it. She didn’t know what to do with the information anyway, so she hurried off.

-

Certainly she wasn’t contagious?

Emma considered the notion as she slumped back in the kiddie pool set up in her living room.

The pool was entirely out of place, yet it was the best option she had been able to think of. In the inflatable pool, she was able to seep and leak without concern, often spending hours at a time in it, as the juice level steadily rose around her. The pool came up a little past her shoulders.

Presently, the juice was covering her thighs. Emma could lay sprawled there all evening, dozing in and out of consciousness until she gasped awake to find the juice was overflowing to the point that it was dripping onto her living room carpet.

She leaned her elbows against the side of the pool. The thing was tilting awkwardly to one side, but still functional. Even despite the drastic weight of her body, it was holding up. The last thing she needed was for it to burst.

She allowed her eyelids to flutter down as she took in long, even breaths.

If she actually was contagious, that would be a huge problem. Given how much she was leaking fluid all over the city (her college campus especially), almost anyone could be at risk of catching her affliction.

Yet the idea was preposterous. Emma tried to brush the thought aside. There was no reason to believe that she was spreading her condition. If she saw actual evidence of it, only then would she start worrying about it.

Emma released a sigh and looked down at herself, regarding the state of her body. Her chest was heaving, her breasts large and round, resembling volleyballs in their hugeness. Her belly was massive, looking as though she was quite heavily pregnant, perhaps at term with twins, or beyond it.

The juice level was steadily rising. Emma tried her best to relax and enjoy the tranquility of the moment, at least until the juice overflowed again, after which she would have to get up. That point seemed to come sooner every night. Allowing all her muscles to go slack, Emma peacefully dozed.

-

That weekend, Emma headed to the grocery store.

She packed her cart full, especially with fluids. For some reason, she had been relentlessly thirsty since this whole thing had begun.

She managed to drain her body the best she could at home before leaving, but she could feel herself filling up rapidly with cool juice as her waddle became more pronounced with the steady increase of her weight.

Emma was wearing a large white dress she thought looked very much like a sack. It was long, and was meant to go down to her ankles. But on Emma, it didn’t fit the way it might have fit someone else.

Instead of falling loose, it was stretched out, following every curve of her frame. It was rendered semi-transparent by how tautly it was being pulled to accommodate her swollen body. And instead of going to her ankles, it only went to her knees. Either way, if fit her like a second skin, hiding nothing. And unsurprisingly, everyone was staring at her.

But after being in her state for so long, Emma was past the point of caring what people saw or thought. She’d had so many spills and slip-ups, she felt as though she had nothing to hide anymore.

It was difficult to manage all the jostling and bouncing as she walked around, but she was trying to be efficient. Her back was sore and her legs were getting tired. She stumbled slightly, jiggling, causing herself to belch a mouthful of fluid. But somehow, Emma managed not to spill it onto the floor. Instead, she kept her lips sealed tight, and gulped the juice back down.

Correspondingly, her belly tightened, Emma grimacing from the sharp jolt of pressure. She cupped the side of it, breathing heavily. She needed to wrap things up here, then get back to her inflatable pool at home.

Passing by the produce proved to be particularly difficult. Emma found herself staggering to a halt for the third time in a row, grunting and fidgeting, breathing heavily. Her round blue belly rose up and down with her breaths, the fluid rocking queasily inside of her. Emma stilled herself and attempted to hurriedly waddle past the blueberries, the juice inside her sloshing around so audibly, several other grocery store patrons could not help staring at her — this bluish, overinflated woman.

But Emma faltered again. It was just too much. She hunched forward slightly, her hands on her knees, but then sliding up to grasp her huge belly. She looked overdue with twins, the huge orb throbbing as she grunted and groaned, clutching it as it visibly pulsed. A small crowd of people had gathered around to gawk at her.

“It’s…filling…up,” Emma grunted, her cheeks flushed a deep blue as she struggled to breathe, sweat beading on her forehead.

Her belly was getting tighter and tighter. Then she could feel it physically advancing, filling more, pushing forward as she clutched it. Her breasts felt as though they were heaving higher, getting fatter and fuller, her nipples aching, and finally spilling juice on the strained cotton of her dress.

There were gasps and murmurs. Emma was panting. She managed to grip onto the edge of a vegetable display.

“S-sorry,” she stammered, making a feeble attempt to straighten up. She had to get out of there.

Her belly button was sticking out like an oven timer. Arduously, Emma managed to stagger past the blueberries, her grocery cart abandoned as she made a beeline for the exit.

She was dripping juice everywhere. From the front of her dress, where her nipples were visibly protruding, and from her groin, juice trailing down her thighs. Sometimes she coughed up mouthfuls of juice, the blue fluid rolling down her chin and neck, then into her cleavage. Every step she took left a blue footprint. The fruity aroma was dizzying and overwhelming. Emma lurched through the automatic doors, staggered across the parking lot, and made her way to her car. “Hooo…hahhhh…hahhhh…” She struggled to breathe as she wrenched open the door and tried to ease her body in. Even though she had been able to fit without issue on her drive over here (her seat adjusted to the extent that it could go back), getting back into her car was proving more difficult. But Emma was desperate, so she squeezed herself in, her belly pressing so hard into the steering wheel, she choked out another mouthful of fluid.

With a quavering hand, she turned her key in the ignition.

The ride home was brutal, Emma’s swollen tits, belly, and backside quavering as her juices made a mess in her car. By the time she pulled up at her place, blue tears were streaming down her cheeks. She parked the car, and with effort, dislodged her body from behind the steering wheel. She nearly fell over, gasping for breath as she stood hunched there, one hand cupping her abdomen, the other holding her breast. It took a few moments before she felt orientated enough to stand and proceed, heavily, inside.

Emma went straight for the inflatable pool, which was freshly cleaned and empty. As she slumped down, her body relaxed, and everything she had been holding back simply released.

Juice poured from her groin, nipples, and mouth as she gave garbled moans, her fingers tugging at her dress, attempting to tear it off as the fabric became completely saturated with fluid.

The pool was filling up rapidly; more quickly than it ever had before. Emma just sighed as she released, leaning back, closing her eyes. She fell asleep in only moments, only waking up an hour later when blueberry juice was already overflowing the sides the pool, and spilling all over her living room floor.

-

She had truly transformed. Emma was certain she looked like an alien.

Bright blue eyes – the whites even a faint shade of blue. Pale blue skin that had darkened to navy blue at her shiny, sloshing belly, breasts, and backside, sometimes almost appearing translucent. And sometimes, she thought she could actually see the fluid splashing around inside of her.

Her hair was long, wavy, and blue. The navy-colored tendrils flowed around her face, long enough to cover her breasts when she let it.

Yes, a swollen, curvaceous, exotic alien. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. But it was certainly extraordinary, and uncomfortable, and Emma still wished for some sort of cure.

That day, Emma was back at campus, fidgeting uncomfortably in the oversized sweatshirt she was wearing. She had to constantly tug the sweatshirt down, but a portion of her belly always seemed to become exposed again. Some of her classmates looked rather ill, and frankly, bluish. But Emma just told herself it was the changing season. People were liable to be suffering from allergies.

Emma had drained herself the best she could, and even had Jenn help her a bit in the gym showers before class. She just wanted to be ready. She had to be prepared, composed, and not making a mess for once. Today was the day of her big presentation with Jenn in their biology course. Admittedly, Jenn had done most of the work, what with everything Emma had going on. But it just made Emma all the more determined to help and participate as much as she could for their presentation that morning.

“For our experiment…” Jenn started, walking to a covered easel she had in the front of the room.

Emma stood to the side, her head high, trying to look poised. Jenn hadn’t exactly told her what to do yet, just to wait for her signal. Whatever that meant.

“I have created a groundbreaking chemical that can someday be used to rectify malnutrition globally. The human body is capable of truly extraordinary things, and today, I will prove that not only can our bodies create life, but sustenance. Of any kind. We can farm sustainably through our very own bodies!”

Understandably, Emma was puzzled. Exactly what was Jenn getting at? Their classmates were gazing at them, looking similarly confused. Had Jenn gone mad?

Jenn tore the sheet off the easel, revealing a large montage of diagrams, charts, and photos. Photos of —

Emma gasped.

They were photos of her. More specifically, they were pictures of Emma’s transformation. They started off when Emma was only just a bit blue around the edges, and progressed all the way to her present, bountiful, enormous state! Jenn had been recording everything!

Emma wobbled a bit, feeling off-balance. She stumbled a step back and leaned against the chalkboard, breathing heavily as her chest rose and fell, jiggling slightly.

Emma felt her face heating, her cheeks inevitably turning a deep blue hue. And then the floodgates released, juice spilling freely, and rapidly pooling at her feet.

Jenn pretended not to notice, as she walked around, using a pointer to indicate different photos and diagrams on her presentation.

“As you can see, with only one dose of component blue, the test subject’s body rapidly produced blueberry juice of such high potency and nutritional value, simply one shot glass would be equivalent to the consumption of a hundred blueberries, making this a powerful antioxidant and hyper-nutritional beverage. The juice is self-replicating. This means, even without additional doses or any action to the test subject, the fluid continues to…”

Emma was entirely flustered. She could hardly seem to hear Jenn as she went on and on, bragging about what she had done to Emma. Revealing that Emma was her experiment.

Emma’s heart was racing, her breathing rapid. She could feel fluid leaking all over, spreading across the floor, as her body tightened with more fluid coming in. She looked at her hands, watching them deepen in hue. The many students in the lecture hall were gaping from Jenn to Emma, looking flabbergasted.

“…and in conclusion…” Jenn was saying.

Just how long had she been talking? Emma was so dazed, she must have whited out. It seemed like the presentation was almost over.

“I think my plan will change the world, and I am presently submitting it for consideration for the Global Peace Prize.”

The entire floor of the room was covered in juice, with students shifting in their desks, lifting up their dripping feet, and grimacing.

“What the fuck,” a young man mouthed.

There had to be a whole inch or two of the juice on the floor by then, some of it draining under the door.

“Thank you,” Jenn said, giving a slight bow. She went back to the easel, reaching for her poster board, but ended up slipping on the growing level of juice and falling down face-first. There was a smacking noise, then Jenn was laying there unconscious, juice bubbling up around her face.

“Oh my!” shrieked the professor, as others hurried over to help her.

10.

The presentation had been utterly humiliating. Emma hadn’t gone outside since.

Presently, Emma was holed up at Jenn’s place, most of her time spent with her ass parked firmly on Jenn’s large living room couch, her body now bigger than it had ever gotten.

There was seldom a moment that Emma wasn’t breathing heavily, her face blushing a deep blue color that displayed her perpetual embarrassment.

The dynamic between the two college students had certainly shifted. Emma felt as though she was relying on Jenn more than ever. Jenn provided Emma with food, clothing, a place to stay, and even physical support on the occasions that Emma had to heave herself up to her feet. Presently, Emma was dressed in an embarrassing blue cow-print bikini that was far too small for her, and on the cusp of coming apart.

Emma was feeling particularly uncomfortable. Her body was tense from its surplus of juice that she had been holding in all day. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. “P-please,” she managed, her huge, swollen belly shuddering. She looked as though she was past due with quads, and was only getting bigger. “Please Jenn—just j-juice me,” she entreated as she fidgeted on the couch. Blue tears stung the corners of her eyes from the strain. Emma arched and groaned, struggling to contain the pressure as her massive belly and huge breasts continued to tremble under the force of their contents.

Jenn threw her a glance. The science student was sprawled across the chaise lounge, the TV remote in her hand as she cycled through shows. “Now?” she teased with a crooked smile. “But I was just about to put on a movie.”

“Jenn,” Emma pleaded, her eyes bulging when she felt a sudden surge of fresh juice blooming inside of her, causing her to gag. She grunted as her nipples swelled and stung. She wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I literally just sat down,” Jenn whined in faux-anguish. “Just give me one more hour, okay?”

It was exactly what Jenn had said an hour earlier. She was doing this on purpose. Emma silently fumed, but as her anger grew, so did the pressure. She clutched her side, whimpering.

Jenn merely flashed a grin and turned her attention back to the television.

Emma was miserable. Despite living with Jenn now, she wasn’t able to get juiced anymore than she had been before. It was like a sick game. Jenn enjoyed when Emma begged, enjoyed when Emma was packed full, and even enjoyed when Emma helplessly started spilling fluid. But without being manually juiced, Emma’s leaking was neither very substantial nor productive. Sometimes she would zone in and out, imagining Jenn’s skillful hands cupping her body and squeezing every drop of juice out of her.

Jenn seemed to particularly enjoy the waiting game. She liked to see how long Emma would last before she swallowed the remains of her pride and started begging for aid.

Inevitably, Emma would succumb to whatever humiliating ritual Jenn chose on a given day. Some days were worse than others. Like today.

Today, Jenn just wanted to see how big Emma could grow. That much was clear.

Emma could see the way Jenn’s smile stretched every time she eyed Emma’s advancing chest and waistline, Jenn almost seeming to get lost in the deep blue hue of the fluid visible beyond Emma’s translucent skin.

Jenn wanted Emma to grow and grow. It wasn’t clinical observation. It was entirely indulgent. Emma just felt stressed out, uncomfortable, and completely exhausted.

Emma always managed to hit new sizes on days like these. Even though she would have very much preferred not to.

Emma moaned as she slumped back, trying to spread her limbs as far as they could go to make room for her massive, advancing orbs. She was tight and straining, her belly practically squashing her. Her fat breasts were shelved atop her belly, each the size of a basketball. They were pushed so high, they shoved against her chin.

Emma just did her best to endure it. She grunted as she felt a fresh wave of juice come in, her face twisting as her body swelled, inching outward. “Ngghhhh…” She started spraying forcefully out of her nipples as more blueberry juice simultaneously gushed onto the cushion beneath her.

It was a very bad day, indeed.

The End