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Note: This is a story-prompt for pizzajunky33. Spin-off of Blueberry Gum.

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A week passed. Jenn was truly struggling just to get by in her day-to-day life. She walked around campus on autopilot, hardly registering anything that was happening around her. She felt in a daze, only truly conscious of her swelling, juice-filled body.

Her mind was swimming as she entered her science class. Students murmured in her peripheral vision, one person pointing. Jenn headed for a seat toward the back of the classroom, grimacing from the sensation of her thighs rubbing together. By then, the green had spread to her thighs, both of which had swelled up considerably, now matching her basketball-sized backside that wobbled behind her. She knew that she looked ridiculous, but she was too exhausted to care.

She adjusted her skirt before she eased herself down into a seat, feeling completely winded. A shuddering groan escaped her lips as she felt her ass and thighs spreading out to overflow her stool, her face reddening. Fuck, she mouthed, trying to breathe through the increasing tightness and discomfort. She was filling up, the pear juice taking over. The aroma surrounded her in a stifling way. Her own saliva tasted like pears. She couldn’t escape it.

The professor walked in and got started, scribbling things down on the whiteboard. Jenn tried her best to focus on the lesson. She found herself staring, but not really listening. Students continued to whisper around her. She could feel dozens of discreet gazes on her from all corners of the classroom.

Jenn just breathed evenly. She could feel the green spreading, slowly creeping up, intruding on her body.

She was sweating despite the coolness of the pear juice. The instructor was talking about molecular orbitals or something.

She could feel herself sweating, perspiring green into her oversized T-shirt, the aroma of pears growing stronger and sweeter correspondingly. Her skin prickled as the juice continued to fill her and spread. She could feel it rising progressively up her pubic region and toward her navel. Jenn swallowed. She chanced a glance down, her hand tugging at the waistband of her pants. She peeked down at her skin and could see the faint green color progressively rising, her lower abdomen growing more bloated even as she sat there.

She hoped no one else noticed what was going on. The green was still spreading upward as she struggled not to squirm.

“Everything all right over there, Ms. Santos?” the professor called.

Jenn stiffened. “Everything’s f-fine,” she sputtered, her cheeks going red as everyone in the room looked at her with no reservation. She could feel her green sweat seeping into her clothing and highly regretted her decision to wear a light-colored shirt that day.

The professor sent her a narrow look but did not inquire further. Instead, she turned back to the whiteboard. “Next, we are going to discuss…”

Jenn was breathing evenly, her jaw clenched in a grimace of a smile. The green was still crawling upward, nearly encompassing the whole of her abdomen, taking over as it had with her thighs, hips, and ass. She held her breath, bracing herself for the effects.

And then it happened. Her abdomen was fully encompassed. Her belly puffed outward at least several inches, her shirt growing tight around it.

“Oh my god,” said a young woman, her gaze traveling from Jenn’s plump belly, to her huge ass, her plump thighs, her wet pants, and finally the growing puddle of fluid collecting beneath Jenn’s seat.

“Did someone spill something?” called out the professor, sniffing the air.

All the surrounding students were staring at Jenn as the puddle grew. Much as she fought it, she couldn’t stop the leaking.

It felt like her belly, despite her leaking, was getting fuller and rounder with juice until her shirt was skin-tight and starting to ride up.

Feebly, she tried to tug it down, distracted and mortified, her body unbelievably tight. She couldn’t decide whether to get up and flee or to stay in place, but she felt pinned there by the stares as well as the bloated discomfort of her body.

“Someone go fetch a janitor,” said the oblivious professor in the front of the class, getting impatient.

Jenn released a whimper. Fruitlessly, she squeezed her thighs together.

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