Last Night Stand (Patreon)

Her presence was the first thing that was notable to you. The woman before you, wearing a black leather harness that clung tight to her skin and hid extraordinarily little of it, stood without motion. Her unwavering stance made you a little nervous. It was your first time, but she had the demeanour of an incredibly practiced dominatrix. This wasn’t a paid thing; she was just a hook-up. There wasn’t even a mention of such things in your prior messages with her. She seemed more interested in discussing food. Luckily for the evening, this was your kind of thing, so you press on undeterred if still a little shaky. “oh what’s the matter? It’s forward I know but I can promise you a night unlike any other.” Your date promised with a sly look as she approached you. Her hands began to explore your body, going over your chest and between your thighs sending a shiver down your back. You explain to her that you were fine with it, but you wanted to have a safe word, pop. A word that was short, relatively distinct and wouldn’t come up in such a situation. To your surprise your words made the woman laugh a little giggle “fine but trust me you won’t be saying it. I’ve never heard a complaint.” Her incredible confidence made you both more nervous and excited. You began to slowly strip down, doing your best to be sexy for her and hide your own excitement but she stopped you before you could take of your trousers. “Oh no … you keep those on for now. I want to take them off myself… but not like this.” She gave you a wink and you submitted to her request, closing the button you had opened. She clearly had a massive Dom streak so you look to her and ask what you should do then, and she simply pats on the bed. “Lie down, you must be prepared.” Her tone as much less friendly and casual, becoming incredibly demanding and stern. Without a breath wasted you lied upon the bed feeling a little awkward still in your clothes. You hadn’t even taken off your boots. She seemed happy enough however, climbing over you and sitting on your lap. She immediately listed a small vial and held it to your lips. “Drink this.” You didn’t have much of a choice. The liquid was horrendously sweet and thick going down your throat. It felt almost like a thick shrub, yet it had an odd fruitiness to it. You imagine it was just some drug to help with the evening and all of that was some attempt at covering a strong unpleasant flavour. It sat weirdly in your stomach, feeling like you drank a whole pint of the stuff instead of the tiny vial in front of you. The second it was down; the woman grew an ear-to-ear grin which was… rather sinister. It made you uncomfortable enough to ask her what you had drunk, to which she almost ignored. “Oh, don’t you worry. You’ll figure it out soon enough.” Her words only managed to make you more nervous not aided by increasing discomfort from your stomach, feeling increasingly bloated. Not helping matters was an itch that seemed to be consuming your face. It started at your nose but slowly crawled down to your chin and up your forehead. It covered your whole face. You would have tried to itch it, but the woman had your arms and legs pinned. When the itch seemed to reach the bottom of your neck, she let go of her intense pin. “you’re looking a little blue, everything alright?” she asked with a sarcastic tone. You reply saying you felt funny, maybe they should just call it a night. “Oh darling, if you’re feeling funny now, this next part is going to be hilarious.” She taunted you. The odd sensation reached your chest and upper arms, and it grew more intense with every inch it went. Yet it felt less like an itch and was this… almost wetness. You look down at yourself and the sight makes you jump. The area that felt weird was a deep blue and was quickly spreading across your skin. It consumed your chest, arms and as it ran over your belly, a loud gurgle filled the room which caused her to giggle once more. You lay dumbfounded as it races down your legs and arms until your entire body felt odd. Your guts let out another intense gurgle and followed it with some cramping. The woman laid over you, bringing her near bare breasts right under your chin blocking your view and she giggled once more. “This isn’t even the fun part. “And this snaps you from your daze. You angrily ask her what the hell she did to you and why you had turned blue. “I am making you into something very special. Stop worrying, this is going to feel great..” a new sensation hit you and it made you gulp. You notice as the girl slowly raised upward, and you felt a pressure in your belly. You move your hand to it, and it is growing. And rapidly. With one quick heave you shove the woman off of yourself and get out of the bed. You ramble, asking what the fuck was happening to you before you see yourself in the mirror. Your belly had swollen big enough to make any pregnant woman seem petite. Your top slowly rolling up your belly to your chest exposing more deep blue flesh. A new noise can from it, a sloshing every time you moved it. But instead of light liquid like water, it felt much syrupier. Your clothes also seemed to be stained with a deep blue hue, which quickly replace every other pigment of your clothes leaving you completely blue. Even your hair had taken the hue. You turn to her, sloshing loudly as you did. The woman seemed not only undisturbed but instead excited as if this was her Ultimate fantasy. This was too freaky for you; you turn to the door thinking you could head for a hospital as you say your safe word. Pop. The woman suddenly stopped you “leave now and that’s exactly what you will do. You can feel it can’t you. The pressure rising within your belly. Everything is getting … tight. Leave and I can’t help you, and I know how to.” It buts shivered down your back as it’s perfectly accurate. You feel like you ate way too much, and your clothes seem to be getting even tighter. You notice that your ass had begun to fill with this fluid as well, quickly pressing against the inside of your jeans. Your hips joined in, causing you to grunt in pain. You say you shall stay but she has to help you soon. She only laughed. “You are a good berry aren’t you. “Her voice raining you as her hands ran over your bloated belly and thighs. You say weakly that your no berry to which she lets out her giggle once more. “Look at yourself. You’re quickly becoming more juice than person. That’s what a berry is. That’s all you are now. A blueberry.” she taunted further. You couldn’t deny it, you didn’t look human anymore. Your stomach let out a hard groan as it shot forward swelling up even faster. It caught you off guard causing you to fall to the ground landing upon your gargantuan belly. Trying to lift it was useless, it was so heavy. It dawned on you that you were stuck. And she knew it. She runs a finger from your swelling ass up your back before cupping your cheek. “You are a berry now. And I will use you like one.” You couldn’t help but feel a little excited. Any arousal was killed as you felt your trousers tighten painfully. Rips began to appear down them, exposing thick blue streaks of your skin which pushed through the holes making small domes of sapphire flesh. You moan as you run your hands over your swollen belly as it lifts you up higher and higher, your fingers then go over your ass feeling it slosh and churn with the syrup. You felt increasingly helpless, and you fell tighter and tighter. Then suddenly all the tightness ceases with a loud rip, your jeans falling to the floor in tatters. Your underwear was straining but the woman didn’t seem keen to wait for them to meet the same fate. With a swift motion she tore the cloth from you leaving you fully bare to her. “There we go. Presenting yourself like a good berry. “You were so preoccupied with your own churning body you didn’t realize she had put on a second harness, this one adorned with a thick strap-on which she poked to your cheek. You nervously mention that you don’t think you could take something to large, but she responded by spanking you hard. “I don’t think you believed you could turn into some fruit, but today’s a day if discovery. “With that she pressed the dead of the toy into you. Your ass was swelling so hungrily that she didn’t have to thrust, you were swelling yourself onto the toy. When you reached its base, the woman didn’t resist in starting to fuck you with it. It made you aware of just how pleasurable it all was for you. You moaned over and over again, harder with every thrust. Everything felt so sensitive. You barely notice as your chest and arms began to balloon up rapidly. Your shirt stood no chance as your chest became flush with your belly, ripping it to pieces. As if waiting for its moment, your back begins to swell into the air. You were becoming a big juicy sphere and getting rounder, tighter and hornier with every passing second. The woman didn’t stop fucking you, moaning lightly herself. The occasion heavy slap to your ass sent ripples through you, causing you to moan even more. However you noticed a transition begin. Your legs and arms are gone, hands and feet sinking into divots as well as your head. A head which now wore two massively inflated cheeks which pressed against what was once your shoulders and is now a pit in your own body. It felt like you were sinking into yourself, and it came with a new pain. Everything was getting TOO tight. You try voice your concerns, but you can barely speak through your massive face and the constant stream of moaning. She was so relentless that you couldn’t help but climax, sending a small gush of juice out of you. It felt amazing, giving you not only normal pleasure but some relief from the tightness. After you came, the woman walked back around to your face and booped your nose. “That was excellent. But now… it’s time for my fun.” She said as she hopped into her bed. She removed her strap, took out a toy and began to play with herself. You watched with arousal for a few seconds before you realized the pressure inside of you was still building. Your hands and feet disappeared completely and your lifted higher of the ground. The pain began to return and deep violet stretch marks were forming across your body. The juice inside you began to get ripe and your body went from the dark blue to a pulsing dark purple. Your entire body was churning and sloshing like being constantly shaking. Growing ever louder was the sound of your skin rumbling with pressure. You call out desperately to the woman, begging her to help you as she promised. At first, she seemed too busy to care but as she toyed with her pussy she replied. “you’re gonna burst for me like a good berry. You couldn’t be saved the second the drink reached your gut.” A gurgle of juice shooting up your throat and spewing over your chest agreed with her as you grew closer to popping. Fear ran through you., Sinking into your own body, all you could see was your own strained violet flesh. To the woman, you looked like a massive blueberry, and it made her so eager, getting faster and harder with her own pleasure. In the instant she came, you exploded over the room coating everything in a layer of purple syrup. The smell of blueberries now in the air. The woman laid back in afterglow, happy to have burst another berry. Tomorrow, she would find another. Maybe one day, she shall stop them bursting with the antidote. Oh well.