Lucky winners! (Patreon)

Part one - Lucky winner: bad swimmerIt was a cold February morning , yet hundreds stood outside with amazement and excitement. Even as snow nipped at the uncovered cheeks of those who waited. Most of them were waiting for nothing more than witnessing a rare sight indeed. The opening of Blissfield gates. Tours within such a prestigious place were incredibly rare, it having been years since the last had been announced. Simply being there to witness as the elusive Miss Bliss come down to let the rare few in gave some elation as rich as the candy she sold. It had gotten so extreme that opportunists would wait with polaroid cameras outside to take pictures for the most excited, charging upwards of fifty dollars for such. Often it would be done without asking. Things had gotten so hectic the last time that there were guards making a border between the mass who were there just to see, and the mighty five winners who had found the impossibly rare golden tickets. Each and every one slipped into a Bar of the oh so popular chocolate that formed the delectable backbone of the Blissfield confections.Being a winner of one of those tickets got one an intense amount of attention. To some it was so overwhelming that they would sell off the prize to the many who would ask. Those few would make thousands at the auction , although they would also get judgment from the fanatics. To turn down such a prise seemed tantamount to surrendering the lottery. Those that did keep their tickets however …they found themselves global celebrities of a sort. Every person who even glanced at the news knew their faces , their names and even their relationships. Especially with this tour, as these tickets were special. Couples tickets. The tour date had fallen on valentines day , and it was being celebrated by the fact that guests would be allowed to bring their significant other. Be it husband or wife, boyfriend or girlfriend. It meant twice as many guests as usual, however the attention seemed to only multiply not diffuse. Especially with the winners who had been single when they received their tickets. One such couple who had become public darlings were two who thrived within the limelight , soaking up fame like sponges. The one who had found the ticket was a rather chubby reshiram called Cira, who had been eating the couples sized chocolate bar by the dozen. She had nearly bit through the thin golden sheet on which the ticket had been printed in sheer greed. Her fat stomach and even more plump ass had grown Inches over the month of pummeling candy down that had led to her discovery. Despite her size, She was admired and adored all the same. People considered her stunning, aided greatly by her rare body. Beautiful white fur ran down her body, although her mouth was often covered in whatever last thing she ate. She held little apprehension or care in eating , shoveling things into her gullet much more than any normal kind of eating. She waited excitedly, watching as her “boyfriend” gloated within the crowds. The pair were in fact, not a pair in the conventional sense. The two were friends , occasionally with benefits. They did have to pretend to be together. Yet unlike his fattened friend , Damien was a physical specimen that was unmatched within the other guests. Muscle was packed onto nearly every inch of his lapras body. His arms were almost as wide as his head , and his pecks pushed visibly against the light blue tracksuit. Both him and Cira wore identical tracksuits, they wanted to make themselves stand out even more. Both bodies had filled the velure tightly although in very different ways. What was especially noticeable on Damien was his cock bulging through the material. He was practically naked with how much of it was visible. He adjusted his pants over and over again to try to make it bunch up a little less. He failed at it every time however. Damien didn’t mind that fact however. Just another aspect of his glory to show off to anyone and everyone who looked. The pair were linked arm in arm, absorbing the mild fame while waiting for the gates to open. They were hugging each other tighter just for the sake of warmth and cultivating the image of their lie. Between the matching tracksuits and the pairs willingness to hold each other so tight, and the occasional kiss which had each stemmed from mild boredom. Each little peck got a small roar from the watching crowd , giving Damien another deep taste of attention. Cira was far more interested in tasting the free samples she demanded. Her stomach growled with hunger despite a stack of syrup drizzled pancakes she had on the way there. "Damien! When are they gonna let us in…I'm freezing my ass off!" "That's fine Cira, you could do with a little less ass." He whispered to her mockingly. "That's not what you said when it was bouncing on your dick.""It was what I said when you struggled to fit through my car door on the way here AND it's what I'm saying now." He almost growled at her in frustration. He knew exactly what was on his mind , thinking of her greed as nothing but a waste of a golden opportunity they had been given. Cira knew what he wanted too, and saw it as just as vapid as her desires , if not moreso. At least you are supposed to eat candy at a candy factory. "Fine … be a bitch about it…It's not too late for me to find someone in the crowd to replace.." Before she could finish her threatening words, the doors past the gate flung open and the candymaker herself strode out holding her golden cane within her off hand which she gave an eccentric twirl. “What was that about being to late?” Damien asked smugly , getting a little scowl back from Cira. The two focused on the candymaker , not wanting to create a scene in front of her. She was a terrifically tall green dragon with gleaming golding claws and horns . Her jet black waistcoat and burgundy shirt underneath gave her a slight air of intimidation and strength . She strolled towards the gate, looking through the bars at the guests before opening it for them. “Welcome my delightful guests! What a lot of such beautiful couples, I do hope you all enjoy my tour. I must apologize for my delay in getting down here , I got a little wrapped up in the liquorice rope room. You all seem very ready to get inside, so it's best not to dawdle. Simply present your ticket , tell me your names and we can get right on in." She announced. There were four other couples there , and despite Damien's efforts , the two where stuck as the last in the line . Given they had a big buffer between them and the host , the two decided to speak to each other. "Please try and control that greed of yours. This will be our image going forward. This is my one chance at game, I don't want it to be associated with you smeared in chocolate with your big fat gut hanging out." Damien whispered. "I'm here for a fun time , not for fame. I don't give a single fuck about image. Although…if you do, I should warn you that you come off as male prostitute with all that cock on display. You get a boner in that thing and there is NO hiding it. And knowing your horny ass, it's a when not an if." Cira jabbed back , making Damien scowl. He was about to growl , but the host appeared before the couple grinning widely."Ah yes. The breakouts of the tour. I've been seeing you all over the internet these last few days. You must miss Cira, the lucky winner of the ticket herself." Bliss asked , looking over to the chubby Reshiram. She outstretched a hand which Cira took firmly. Bliss told her "Dragon to dragon, you are looking wonderful." Cira immediately blushed a deep red , pulling the ticket out and handing it to the hos before walking past , leaving Damien alone with her. Unfortunately, Cira had put a very potent fear into him. Bliss was incredibly fit, her own arms holding a good amount of muscle. This was his exact type down to her silver hair. Damien had to try as hard as possible to keep himself flaccid. His eyes scanned for the ugliest woman in the crowd yet none were enough to kill his slight yet growing arousal. He decided the next best course of action was to swifty take and shake her hand to move past , but she held him in place for a second. "And you are the strapping young gentlemen who has been rearing up my crowds , aren't you?” she asked , eyeing him up and down. Feeling her eyes patrol his entire body made him feel even more nervous. Especially as she focused on his lower half. Damien felt his cock twitch as she glared at it and he knew she saw it when her eyes returned to his with a wide, almost devious grin. “Come right in , we have so much to …see and so much to do.” she announced , sending another shiver down Damien’s back that ran down to his cock, causing it to twitch again. The way she said it , and the way she had looked at him put a new idea in his head. One that removed all the nervousness in his head , replacing it with his much more usual confidence and swagger. He thought “she wants to fuck me.” and with that he let his erection grow down one of his legs. Although, it seemed apprehensive, being told not to happen. “Oh well, I'm sure enough time is around this fine ass dragon. '' he shrugged. To aid himself along , he glared at the hosts ass as they walked up towards the front door of the factory, leaving the screaming fans behind. The seconds the front door closed , everything got much quieter. Now the only natter was the other couples talking , and a slight rumbling from Cira’s ever growling gut. She was walking alone to some degree, given Damien was walking directly behind Miss Bliss much to her frustration. she came over and dug her elbow into his abs with frustration. “I get you find her hot, but can you at least try and be subtle! She might kick us out if she figures out we aren’t together.” she hissed at him. The sudden jab, even if it felt like nothing to him, snapped him out of his focus. He glared at her with fury. “Just because you want to stuff your face, if we get kicked out because of me, I’ll buy you all the candy you want.” he growled , trying to get her of his back. However Cira pointed out “it's not just the candy you dumbass! If we get kicked out, we are going to be a laughing stock! All that fame you have gotten is going to be turned against you. Those hundreds of fans are going to rip you apart for losing your chance at a tour, especially if you also cheat on me in the process.” she pointed out. Damien was quick to point out in hushed tones “ but you are not my girlfriend.” however Cira immediately pointed out “trust me , revealing you lied to them all won’t go much better.” He was about to lose his cool when Bliss spoke up so loud that it distracted the lot of them. “Now! We are about to head into the Chocolate room , where all my finest treats are kept and displayed in new and fascinating ways. Everything you’ll see in there is edible! Including me. But I must warn you, I bite back.” she noted , once again looking right at Damien as she said it, making him harder. He hid it only because Cira was watching. Damien was a little worried , knowing what she had warned him was completely true. Yet…he still wholeheartedly believed Miss bliss was eye fucking him at every chance she got. "That naughty slut…she must like fucking men who are already spoke for." He thought to himself with a smirk. "I like a naughty girl"The tour led into the chocolate Room, and it was a stunning sight indeed. Cira's trained jaw dropped in absolute surprise. Fields of matte green chocolate grass , tempered chocolate bark trees ,candy cane trees, and a long winding chocolate river stretching from edge to edge of the room. The room had an overwhelming smell of chocolate… it hit everyone as if a wall of pure flavor blocked the door. It was too much for the poor reshiram to contain. Her excitement was brimming. The second Bliss let the guests free , she ran (well…walked with speed) into the depths of the confectionary canopy which had been taunting her. She leapt into a pile of Turkish delight toadstools and began to gorge on them, ripping them with such force that little clumps of cookie crumb dirt still clasped to the bottom, pouring over Cira's chest and making a mess of her clothes already. Yet she didn't care. This was all she was here for. Realizing how good the dirt was , she moved her mouth down to it and began to take bites out of the cookie. She ate with unrelenting greed, biting and chewing downward , creating a crater of calories she had consumed. It was enough to make her belly bulge more than it did with fat alone. She was positively stuffed. Yet she kept shoveling food down. With one hard yank she snapped branches off the trees , biting off chunks and letting them melt into little hits of ecstasy on her tongue. Her face was smothered in candy yet she wasn't even close to finished. While she gorged herself, Damien played it much cooler. He smacked on lighter treats. A nice , citrusy lemon drops that he plucked from trees. He wasn’t really interested in eating candy, he was eyeing up a big juicy cake. Bliss was looking over the other guests from a small clearing. Accept him of course. He was behind her, staring her up and down. That was until he heard a loud snap to his right. It was just Cira , snapping a branch as thick as her arm to eat. He could only sigh to himself. “What a greedy fat pig… she is going to eat herself to death.” However as he looked back bliss wasn’t where she was. He glanced over the clearing until Damien felt a set of hands on his back. “It appears your girlfriend is enjoying herself in my candy.” a voice whispered from behind him which made Damien yell out in sudden surprise. He turned and saw Bliss smugly smiling right behind him. “Oh calm down. What's the matter, loose track of a seven foot dragon?” she asked. Damien was deciding how best to respond and decided flirtily. “With an ass like that, I can't believe I took my eyes away." He told her. Bliss's eyes widened before focusing on him then into the distance ."An awfully crude thing to say will be your girlfriend within the room sir." She noted to him before smirking widely. " Although…that might not be an issue shortly." She mumbled. Utterly confused , Damien followed her eyes to witness the state of Cira. She had gotten herself into a total mess. Her front was smeared in chocolate and her gut was noticeably bigger with just how full it was. Yet, even with that, she was slumped over the bank of the river , plunging her hand into the chocolate before bringing it up to her lips , slurping it up. It was so loud Damien could hear it from across the room. Bliss let out a little sigh. "You best go help her quickly. That bank is awfully crumbly. It would be horrible if she were to fall into the river …" Damien grew nervous, deciding to start running over to Cira, who was unaware of any danger. Or …anything beyond the food she was shoveling down her lips. Her own fullness was beyond what she thought possible…if she was even thinking beyond the base instinct to keep eating to feel the sensational flavor hit her lips. All that weight was adding up. So much mass packed onto her gut. The cookie crumbled a little more under her gut and grew more precarious. Damien reached her and grabbed her by the back of her shirt. She didn't even notice , she just kept eating. He tried to pull her away but she wouldn't budge. That's when he felt the ground beneath him. Damien jumped to safety not even thinking of Cira. He wasn't risking anything for her. Especially himself. Landing on the grass, Damien looked back and saw no trace of his friend on the bank other than a splash of chocolate which left a brown slash across his blue tracksuit and a small amount of it on his face. He stood up and looked into the chocolate. He saw splashing as Cira flailed trying to get her bearings smothered under so much warm candy. It was so thick, so hard to swim through. She couldn't see anything. All she managed to do was scream out . " H…help!" Yet Damien just…watched. Looking in at her sinking as she drifted further out of reach. He thought of lying on his stomach to try and reach out to grab her hand, but he didn't want her to drag him in too. Yet her screams for help did not go completely ignored. The other guests approached the river as did Bliss herself. "Oh dear…what a horrible accident. Don't you worry though.''Bliss told the lot of them with a much more subtle smirk than her usual look .She was looking up at the ceiling , and Damien followed her eyes. A clear tube was lowering towards the chocolate river quite rapidly. “The chocolate pipe should such her up , stop her drowning. If she fits…” she noted. And while everyone else watched in horror as Cira thrashed around , Damien couldn’t help but get a little horny. Watching her helplessly flail around trying to keep in the air , Her fat body was entirely smothered in a thick layer of it and hearing her desperate little groans .He couldn’t explain why , but it made him harder. Even harder when he caught a glimpse of Bliss who was side-eyeing him , unlike all else who was watching the reshiram in fear. It only grew as the pipe hit the surface of the river and immediately began to form a whirlpool which sucked Cira into it. While it tossed her around , her body was a little more visible. It became clear to Damien especially that her gut was growing with noticeable speed. A few realized and one person called out “is…she still eating?” they asked. “She really was a greedy fat brat wasn’t she ?” another called out. Instead of arguing , Damien only agreed with a small "y…yeah….why won't she stop?" "Oh she can't.. one little taste of chocolate and you just eat and eat and eat until you just can't eat anymore." Bliss remarked casually , as if they were not watching a person growing like a water balloon on a tap that seemed to get faster and faster. Her gut was filling horrifically fast. It kept growing bigger while everyone watched .That was when she disappeared under the surface. Cira screamed out under the candy, which only allowed more to flow into her as the pipe sucked her under . She could feet her shoulders brush up against the cold glass as she entered it, her massive gut and ass pressing into either side. It was so tight… She tried to move her arms but they were pinned to her sides. Cira couldn't even move her fingers. They were pressing so hard Against the pipe. Yet her momentum pushed her a good ten feet up the pipe before coming to a screeching halt. Everyone below watched as her now brown - stained stomach was pressed against the glass. Below her , a flurry of chocolate built up and above became clear allowing all to see the pathetic fat face of the Reshiram full of confection and regret. Even now she wanted to eat more and she hated that fact. The others were watching from below. Some scared , some laughing at her stupidity and Damien…. Damien was still rock hard watching her struggle and moan within the pipe. Thankfully all eyes were on her. "Well … at least she won't eat anymore chocolate…" one person noted. Yet, as if in spite of this , Cira's belly kept growing , sealing her tighter in place. Her face also filled with a look of ecstasy. "Unfortunately the pressure beneath her is building …the chocolate is basically pumping right up her …personal areas.""The chocolate is filling her pussy?!" Someone called out , getting a sigh from Bliss at its crudeness. "Yes…that's one way to put it." She replied. Cira couldn't hear it, but was already well aware of the sweet liquid plowing through her lips and even her ass. Yet…her gut was running out of room to grow. All the chocolate began to find new places to fill. First up was her tits, both bulging out getting rounder and fuller by the second until they too began to press into the cold glass making her moan and groan.The pressure under her was growing stronger, and was enough to push her even if her body was tightly pressing in the glass. She was pushed upwards slowly .The pipe was slightly conical, getting wider as it got higher. Cira thought she was saved but her gut filled every bit of empty space that she created. She began to slow until coming to a stop once more , maybe ten more feet up. So close to the top of the pipe, but she couldn't move. Even as the pressure built. She let out a loud yell "HELP! HEELLLP!!" However , her yell for help was muffled out entirely by the glass and some music that started to fill the room from speakers all around. Bliss smiled widely as she heard it. "Such lucky guests. Seems like my Blissbugs have a little song for you." She noted. As she did , around twenty figures emerged from the walls ,all wearing latex body suits. They had odd green skins and thick thighs. "What…are they?" Someone asked. Bliss scoffed "grasshoppers! The most musical of all my bugs. They love to make their little songs. Best not interrupt them , they don't appreciate it." She warned. The Blissbug's began to sing aloud , bringing silence from the others. "Looks like there's a lesson to learn. So do your part and listen in turn.Cira oh Cira, once full of pride!Now too fat to fit in any slide. She ate and ate then ate more!Licking up the crumbs off the floor.She tried to fill her titanic gut!Now she's taking it up the butt." Cira struggled and squirmed against the pipe trying to move herself up, trying to move out of the Pipe..yet her massive gut and ass made an airtight seal. It didn't just trap her in place , it ensured every little bit of chocolate was going straight into her body. Her tits were bigger than basketballs , growing up into her own face. All she could see was herself. Little did she realize that she wasn't just stained with chocolate, she was being changed by it. It was what was allowing her to grow so big…but that could only go so far. "Growing so big, so fat and ever so full, Face covered in your own chocolate drool.If only she controlled her greed, Stopped on her conquest to feed, Maybe she would have been okay. On the tour she could have stay. But unfortunately now it's come to a stop, As this dumb fat dragons going to pop!"The bugs sung in perfect harmony, loud enough Cira could hear every word. No help was coming, she was left to her fate. She struggled more and more, but even her arms and cheeks were swelling up now, too full to move. It began to ooze through her lips and tits as she overflowed. She screamed out but no words left. Only the chocolate that had filled her to the brim. Her holes were getting stretched further apart as the fluid pummeled in with no care for her at all. All the while , her "boyfriend" below only got harder. The thought of her exploding made him pre a little, he wanted to watch her grow and didn't have an errant care for her."Her body's filling oh so fast, Best day goodbye before she's past Who knows how much more she can take,Before her body begins to quake.And her skin gets to thinAnd SHE…"The song was interrupted by a loud pop, as Cira's body lost the last bit of strength it had and exploded with one last gluttonous little moan from her. Within an instant the chocolate shot up the pipe leaving no trace of the Reshiram who had been there just seconds ago. The room fell quiet , as if that was the end of the song. Yet…one last little bit was sung by a lone Blissbug. "Miss Cira, she was well fedNow she is empty instead.As all that had been inside, Burst through her furred hide.Best learn from her grin fate,We say it with no hate. Be too greedy and you'll pop, So please learn to stop."The crowd was horrified , left in shock as the bugs returned to where they came from..yet Bliss seemed un-bothered and Damien…he seemed hornier than ever before. One person asked. " Why couldn't you help? Why didn't you help?""Unfortunately it isn't so simple as said. Her weight was too much to free from the current. Once the pipe had her…nothing could have stopped the pressure. Yet! It was her greed that put her in peril. Although there is one fact we…must address."Bliss's eyes fell squarely on Damien, and he gulped nervously. Part 2: Lucky winner , three course dinner.Damien had been growing nervous as Bliss glared at him. He was still massively horny, between Cira's growing and popping and The dragonesses eyes staring him down. "Well sir, there is one small issue. You see, Your dear….partner was the finder of the couple's ticket, and therefore was the real winner . Now that she has been eliminated, you really should be escorted out." As she noted, Damien was filled with dread. Being kicked out? Just as Cira had wanted him. He didn't want to be made into a joke. As his mind began to panic Bliss reached over and grabbed his shoulders. " But it was her accident . Why should you be punished? You even tried to help her." She said to him, she held a certain tone that made it crystal clear that she knew full well that he had abandoned her at the first sign of trouble to save his own sorry ass. Yet , he could only reply "no…not fair at all.""Well….I believe I have one way to make sure you are worthy of keeping on my little tour but that's going to require us to go to a different room entirely. Come now everyone! A certain lapras needs his test.' Bliss announced . She began to lead everyone to a doorway and Damien could only panic about what the test was ."There's… no way I'm gonna pass a test of smarts… hopefully I'll just have to do something physical." That's when a thought came to his mind."what…what if she wants to fuck? Am I going to have to fuck her brains out?" A smugness returned to his demeanor as he entirely convinced himself of that idea. Any and all doubts had vanished under unrelenting swagger and undeniable stupidity.Damien followed along the hallways happily , unaware of where he was being led. The other guests glanced into rooms they passed , although each seemed almost hollow. More like a poster in motion. Nothing seemed quite real, and with what happened to Cira the others had some sense and were getting nervous. Damien had no thoughts in his mind but his…"head" was very active. Twitching in anticipation. He wouldn't hesitate even with everyone else watching. Hell,.there were some pretty hot girls on the tour. He thought after he showed his prowess, others would line up for him. The popping of his friend didn't weigh in on him. That was when the group came on this.large door. At least twenty feet tall, yet weirdly just as wide . It was circular, and was made of solid thick metal as if to be reinforced. It mystified and horrified the others, why in god's name would they need such doors for this room? Yet Damien had his own theory on sound proofing, his delusion deepening with each second passed. As it opened , a sterile laboratory filled with more odd bug creatures. This time they were taller , and a little more stocky although still quite thin. "This here is the hotbed of chemical innovation within the factory. These are my bombardier beetles , the best little chemists I can make. Best not to bother them. They can get a little testy." She warned as she brought the lot of them to one very specific machine. "This was designed by me a few years ago as a large scale luxury gum production." She noted before looking directly at Damien. "Seeing as you seem like such a …prolific and clearly dignified individual , you get to try it. One little bite is all I ask and you can stay in the tour as long as you are able." She offered. "of course…you can always just leave the tour, head back home. There's no shame in it." She whispered to him, making him panic . He couldn't have this shame hanging over him. All this fame , he wouldn't lose it. Not for anything. He reached forward and activated The machine , which began to whirr to life. "Really …all I have to do is chew a piece of gum? More like a piece of cake." Damien shrugged. "A piece of pie is more like. This is creating our patented blueberry pie along with two prior , equally luxurious courses within a singular strip of chewing gum. And yes. All you have to do is chew it and enjoy." Bliss told him with a wide sadist grin. One of the other guests , one of the more considerate , spoke out "don't eat it! This has to be a trick or something…" he said. However Damien dismissed it as jealousy. Clearly the task was easy because she wanted him around. "Jeez you sound like a paranoid ass. It's just a measly strip of gum." He replied . As he did the machine stopped whirring and a thin strip of pink gum was ejected , awaiting Damien's hand patiently. The lapras took the gum and threw it into his mouth with no worries. His confidence was the only thing bigger than his muscles or his ego. He began loudly slapping his lips as he audibly chewed the confection. The taste hit his tongue immediately and it brought a deep smile to his lips. "Tomato soup…it's so magnificently creamy…it's actually hot and running down my throat!" He yelled excitedly ,not noticing as everyone but Bliss was looking with concern to him. She however looked on with a grin knowing full well what was to come. Already the gum was starting to have its influence. His cock was starting to harden under his tracksuit once more , getting stiff down his leg. That was when the taste of soup began to fade and in its place was a strong savory beef taste. Rich and delicious and even tender. The gum seemed to replicate the delicious taste of roast beef. But in the same second , it also had a fluffy crisp potato alongside which had been lathered in butter. The food was so good , Damien finally understood Cira's greed. He wanted to chew on such. Delicious meal all day long for the rest of his life. His trimmed physique seems less and less important when compared to the hedonistic joy of such perfect food. This time his joy wasn't vocalized into words , only grunts and loud wet chewing. One of the guests noticed his growing erection and mumbled. " Is…he getting hard from chewing gum?" She asked. "Oh very much so. don't worry. The show is about to begin." Bliss told the guests. Damien was too enriched in his three course meal to notice. He did quickly notice however as the second course finished and the third and final course took its place. Sweet, succulent blueberries almost melting in his mouth as he chewed. Cinnamon cut through it and balanced it, along with a buttery crumbly crust. Every chew felt like a big greedy bite out of a pie. However , everyone else seemed to realize his course had changed just as quickly as he did , for their expressions twisted into a mess of concern and fear while looking at him. It was starting to bug Damien so he suddenly shouted "why the hell are you all staring at me like that?" "Your nose….it's turning blue. " Someone said before quickly adding.."bluer… almost purple!" Such a strange answer caught him off guard , making him cock his head in confusion. Yet the others didn't seem to react in any way that would suggest it was a lie. "It's spreading…your whole face is violet!" Another pointed out and the others mumbled in agreement. Many taking steps away from him . Bliss however kept her grin. " Oh dear, it appears the gum is still not quite right yet. You see…it's that final course that does it. Thankfully, it's quite preventable. All of the gum's effects can only happen when the chewer gets sexually aroused.""He's turning blue because…he's horny?" One asked. It made Damien blush; he was used to attention but it wasn't envy. It was pity and disgust. "Sh…shut up I am not horny. " He mumbled , but in truth he was hornier than he had ever been. Damien had been less horny mid-fuck than he was at that very second. Even as he was the blue tone crawling over his toned arm muscles, his cock kept getting harder. He felt himself leak pre but when he looked down , he saw his blue tracksuit had been stained a purple color not far from his skin. "What …what's happening to me? This isn't right…." He stammered. Bliss looked him right in his eyes, as they turned from a dark blue to a more vibrant purple. "You are turning into a blueberry."As if saying such simple words was all it took to trigger the gum, the next phase began. A low growling rumble came from Damien's belly making him groan and moan softly. Already he was desperately trying to think of anything to make himself less horny. Every disgusting thing he has seen flashing in his mind yet nothing stopped his horninesss. Then, when his mind came onto Cira and what had happened , her helpless state as she swam and flailed around the chocolate river , swelling with the candy before exploding. He felt himself get massively hornier. With that increase came a sensation of fullness. It was like all the food he felt like he was eating finally started piling up inside him. Looking down, Damien watched in absolute horror as his trimmed , defined abs started to dissolve away into a rapidly forming gut. His strong hands came down and pressed into it firmly to try flatten it back out but his fingers merely sunk into plump flesh. Seeing his own belly growing much like Ciras had horrified him, yet it also made him hornier. Just as Bliss had warned , it made him swell even faster. The sensation of having something build up within his belly filling him more and more felt…good. He had quickly gone from trimmed to pudgy, his cock leaking even more pre in pure excitement. Yet there was still one part of him welling with dread. How big was he going to get? The thought of being the size Cira got too made him feel sick. Or, was that just the feeling of the juice inside his stomach . He realized that was what it was. He gently shook his belly and felt liquid burble and slosh around. His body was starting to leak it from his pores causing more of it to stain his tracksuit one uniform color. It made it almost blend with his skin making what was him and what wasn't. As his belly swelled , the Blissbugs around the room began to look at him , smirking and giggling. Bliss herself brought out a small device and pressed a button , calling forth more of the grasshoppers she had before. However this time , there were also these taller , thinner , emerald green beetles which immediately set upon Damien. He looked at them confused, until one stroked his cock through his pants. "Spanish fly. Some of my… more adventurous bugs. Especially when it comes to men." She noted. The simple touch of his erect penis sent ripples of pleasure through his body. With that , his ass bulged out with juice, swelling rapidly. His belly pushed out between his pants and jacket. 'hey…no…stop …get off me!" He yelled at them as he stumbled around . Yet four sets of hands came onto him ,grabbing his ass, cock, chest and stomach firmly. They held him in place as the other bugs began to sing. "Look at this stupid buff boys pride,It's more toxic than cyanide .Refused to help his dear friend, Allowing her to meet a grim end.Looks like it's time for your due,Because you are now a deep blue.With your transformation at its start,Please enjoy the blueberry tart."Damien was utterly helpless despite his once great strength. It was getting hard to move as the weight of his gut and now ass was getting to be too much. It wasn't helped by the fact more and more of his body was starting to fill, juice seeping into his arms and lower legs . even his back was welling up. All the muscle definition he had worked for tirelessly was dissolving away before him and all he could do was chew his gum and try to not get any hornier. Yet the stimulation was intense. The hands grabbing him every which way. What surprised him was just how sensitive all his skin felt. Every touch made him shiver. When they took hold of his cock however, that sent ripples through his body. Literally. Juice rushed to fill his every inch. It was at this point Bliss smirked. " Might want to start walking to the juicing room , or else I'll just assume you want to blow up into a blueberry. '' She told him, before pointing to a door. It was smaller than the one he had entered in, not much taller than him. With how clumsy he already felt, Damien knew he had to rush. "Get off me! I don't want to get any bigger!" He yelled at the Blissbugs yet they kept teasing him all the same. "Look at him wince, look at him scurry,Pray tell why are you in such a hurry?Scared of being stuck as a fruit? It's better than being a vane brute! Walking with swagger and strut. Now you can balance on your gut!Rounder and fuller and very tight.I wonder when you'll lose your fight."Damien did his best to ignore the teasing words and touches as he walked towards the door.. However the walk slowly began to turn into waddling as his legs fattened up with juice. Straining the seams of his juice soaked tracksuit. Had he not been so strong, the weight of the juice would have stopped him by now but he powered forward desperate to spare himself some shame. The others watched his pathetic little march, it being only a couple dozen yards total. Yet to the juice-saturated lapras it may as well have been a marathon. Each and every step got heavier and harder to take as his boy became a more bloated and rounded exaggerated version of his former self. That was until he was closer to a teardrop. He wanted to scream about it but he couldn't waste his breath. "Waddling along, your chances are outYour juices are sloshing all about.Soon you'll swell off your feet.Filled with so much all so sweet. Although you'll find your fate quite sourAs this may be your final hour. Because if you are not juiced soonYou'll fill and fill until boom!"Damien face went pale (although it was still drowned in dark blue) at that last part. Being reminded forcefully that he could explode filled him with more dread. Yet…despite all of that it was getting more diluted. For every bit of panic , there was a dozen parts more filled with ecstasy. It took all of Damien's will to stop himself from letting the bugs take him over and pleasure of him. It was pretty easy to resist wanking however , given his arms had swollen so much they couldn't bend to reach it. Instead , they were held up to his sides. Those arms where disappearing inch by inch as a spherical center claimed his form. The door was getting closer and closer but there came a sudden shove from behind."Run as fast and as far as you can,No matter what, you are no longer a man.Body corrupted beyond any repaired,You shall not be spared. You spent a boastful life living large , Now you'll fill a five car garage. One little trip and you are stuck. Led by your dick, expecting a fuck."His massively taught stomach hit the ground sooner than he would have hoped, sending a rippling wave through his body. "Guuhhhh….." he moaned out. All the ripples vibrated against his cock tipping him right over the edge. A thick stream of Blueberry juice shot into the floor spreading over the floor underneath him. He flailed his hands and feet trying to get back to walking , his face being but a foot away from the metal door, but it was entirely useless. So fully rounded at this point that he rocked and rolled with his momentum. "No…so close…please…help me!" He begged out , utterly pathetic and helpless now. Every ounce of his once strong and handsome demeanor was shrinking away with the traces of his old body. Bliss looked on at the once man, now blueberry as he slowly started to slow down. The horror of his situation was dampening his pleasure. She smuggly grinned before announcing "unfortunately, it appears you are just too big for this path to the juicing room . Looks like you are going to have to take the …long way. I sure hope he makes it.". With that said, Damien peered upwards as much as he could. He could actually see his own back starting to swell around his head and hands, both sinking into divots . Looking back to the door…he gulped. That …that was how big his body was now. More juice than there ever was man. His growth came to a stop there.Bliss strutted over to Damien, putting her large body between him and the door to the juicing room. He acted as a block to the rest of the tour. In their newfound privacy, she reached into her chest and brought out a second piece of gum. "Such an arrogant and careless man. It is funny to think you would ever be interested in such a substandard specimen as you. My Blissbugs are going to have fun with you." She whispered before shoving the strip into his mouth. His eyes widened as the flavor of Tomato soup hit him once more. "No…please….help me!" He whispered. But she quickly left his limited vision. "Now don't worry about him! My Blissbugs will tend to him but for now, for us, we must press on. So much more to do today. Say farewell to the blueberry!" Bliss told the others , and with some hesitation the others left. Damien could hear them leave , as did the grasshoppers. He was left with the Spanish fly who began to roll him along. Their hands seemed to always land on the most sensitive spots possible. Each movement made him feel sick , feeling the gallons of blueberry juice sloshing around his body. It didn't even feel separate anymore…no pockets of juice, just one big bulging cavity of juice with what was left of Damien stretched around it like a grim water balloon. It didn't help that he knew this size was temporary. He wasn't even chewing the gum, but he could feel the taste of the soup getting stronger . Back through the door he had came through, Damien could feel the entire frame against his body. He had to be fourteen feet wide. It had once been such a grand entrance ….now it was barely big enough for his body. The only trace of the man he had been then was his face, hands and feet poking through deep divots across his rounded body. His tracksuit had managed to hold just barely, although Damien knew the second this second round of blueberry pie hit him, it would be ripped to shreds. His phone was destroyed, utterly drenched in juice. Dread welled within him as much as the blueberry had. After what they did to Cira…it was clear they didn't care. Roast beef. One step closer to destruction. He kept rolling forward , totally unable to stop himself. He had been robbed of all dignity , his face pushing into the ground on its way around his body. Everything he had cared about he had been robbed off with one stinking strip of chewing gum. The second strip seemed determined on ripping away what small amount he had left. His sensitive skin shuddered as it felt the firm yet bendy feeling of the candy grass under it. "Wh…why back here? They…really are just going to let me …pop…" he thought to himself. Unable to speak with the juice gushing around his insides. The favor was fading fast, a sweetness in his place. Damien thought "how could this get…any worse?"A swift rip came from behind him as a Blissbug tore off his pants without hesitation. Then in the very next moment, a firm force came at his ass, and a silicone toy was shoved deep into him. At that same moment, blueberry pie hit Damien at full force , causing him to immediately start growing again. The pleasure of the toy in his ass was starting to cloud his juice filled brain. Thoughts became just as much of a slog that walking had been for him before and unfortunately for Damien he did not exercise his mind as much as his legs. Everything only got more intense as the toy in his ass spurred to life, vibrating into his juice. All the way through his body he was being stimulated. So much horniness led to his size rapidly shooting out. Gaining feet by the second.Damien could only groan at his new mass, his skin creaking as it stretched far beyond what was ever intended for it. All the whole the blissbugs kept playing with his cock, his gut and his ass. The Lapras's resistance was gone, as was any part of his mind not burning with pleasure. He felt nothing else. Even as he eclipsed twenty feet. His moaning seemed to irritate the staff however, as they shoved him over to get to his face before stuffing something in. Cotton, chocolate…and the faintest amount of pussy. Even the faded and juice clouded mind managed to realize that they had stuffed the retrieved panties of Cira through his plump lips. It only made him hornier, cumming repeatedly into the grass.The growth seemed to slow although the juice was only coming faster. It was building in pressure with every second. His skin was turning a bright vibrant purple as it ran out of stretch. Even as he came gallons , hundreds more were pouring into his every spare inch . It leaked from every which way it could, but nothing was enough. The creaking grew louder , soon deafening out the gurgling and sloshing. The Blissbugs left him there , not wanting to be in what was about to follow. The last thing the fruit could see was the chocolate pipe that his friend had burst in but ten minutes before, and it made him that last little bit too horny his body could take. POP! This was a commission for @Dropnop on twitter.