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At the break of midnight not begins. A long night of partying beforehand means you see the first changes while utterly exhausted. You don't believe that you see your snout turning blue. You fall asleep from tire and believe it all to be a dream until dawn light pours over your now entirely blue body. Your panic and fear set in as does a discomfort in your stomach. One that only grew even as you calmed. You slosh as you get out of bed and you try to eat breakfast but one bite tells you something horrifying. You have no room.

you think your options. You had shit you had to do that day...and you didn’t think a hospital would take you seriously. They would think you where mad, or had dyed yourself drunk. Maybe it will be fine. Sure...you where blue but...you where fine otherwise. You pluck your courage and put on your clothes...and they feel damp. You take them off throwing them into your hamper and put on a new set...damp as well. You grow frustrated and throw them on the floor before searching your wardrobe for a leak.

No sign of water damage...it’s clear. You grab a waterproof jacket and you see...it’s dry. But you aren’t. You rub the liquid from your fur onto the jacket, forming a blue bead on the Waterproof surface. BLUE? That wasn’t right. It was hot , and maybe you could have been a little sweaty but blue? That can’t be right. Maybe you where drunk last night. Maybe this cheap dye was just running. You think quickly and rap yourself in layers of plastic rap. Enough to stop the worst of ...whatever it was. You then slide your clothes over and check. It did t soak through. Although to your frustration, your hamper and your floor by your other clothes both had big blue stains. Another thing to worry about. Fantastic.

For now thought you have to get to your job, you leave with your best brave face . Yet you barely got to your car when you felt ...a tightness in the plastic wrap. Especially in your stomach but also in your thighs. You push past it.. probably just the heat. Or something. You needed to get through the day so you could try wash this stuff out. You begin to drive , ignoring the blue stains on your steering wheel. You’d buy some premium stain cleaner and fix everything when you could. The tightness of the plastic wrap was getting worse and worse.

Must just be nerves.

You push yourself forward, you had to clock into work at the least. The drive wasn’t long at least , the slim relief in this odd day. Even as you drive, you feel the tightness around your belly get worse. You couldn’t remove it ..that would be mortifying. You sit in the parking lot and gently rub your belly. What before had been tightly rapped plastic now felt it had been stuffed full. Not an inch of give left. It was painful but at least you wasn’t making a mess. You skip on gloves, to try limit how much of this blue liquid you leak into other things. You head inside a, ignoring the slosh that came from your stomach with every step.

Getting thought the door you could feel everyone’s eyes on you. Whispers filled the air. Some asked themselves why you where blue. Some laughed thinking this was your joke of some kind. Others just ignored you. You wished you could ignore you. Moving to your desk you sat down and immediately you felt a pool of liquid between you and the seat. Your plastic layer had filled and sitting down pushed it out though the cracks , oozing onto the floor and into your clothes. You let out a gasp watching fresh stains forming on your clothes. Not only that but the tight ess was getting worse and the pressure was causing small tears in the wrap. You expected more juice to leak out but instead, fatty flesh poked through. You poke it ...it’s you.

Yet...It doesn’t feel right.

You feel...full of liquid . Like a water balloon as it begins to stretch. Not yet tight...but growing. You realize. You aregrowing. And not just a little. Your clothes looked smaller on you and a thin strip of belly was unveiling itself more with every minute. You look around like a trapped animal desperate for help yet everyone looks at you like you are crazy. Except your boss.  He looks at you with more disgust watching as blue poured from every new rip. He yelled with fury telling you to leave. You beg for an ambulance ,yet he tells you no.  He wasn’t taking that cost, not when he had to clean up all the stains you made. With all the liquid leaking the smell finally hits you. Strong.

Blueberry juice?

Your mind fights the confusing thought that buried into your brain.  How did you get covered in blueberry juice? So much so that your fur was stained. No...this couldn’t be right. Your bed wasn’t stained. This...was something that had changed. You get kicked out of the office and as you go the plastic around your belly rips more and more with every moment. All once , the wrap exploded causing your belly to suddenly bulge to it’s real size. No longer restricted, you now looked fat. Massive too. As you did , your belly sloshed and bubbled even louder as it flung outwards. Your thighs where pushing against each other and your clothes where getting tight. You try and walk back to your car , but you can only waddle.

You sit yourself down , and you feel the wetness of the chair. Without the plastic buffer, you was staining everything you touched. It made you feel sick. Blueberry juice...coming out of you. What was wrong with you? You noticed slowly that you was getting higher in your seat as your ass was growing.  You did your best to ignore it as you began to drive. Every turn you felt the juice inside of you sway from side to side.  You felt like throwing up  but the fear inside of you that it would just be more blueberry juice made you keep it down.

You felt yourself filling your seat . The door of the car pressing against your thigh , as well as the gearstick poking into your thigh. You needed to get out of the car...as soon as possible. You realize you wouldn’t be able to make it to the hospital...but you could make it home. You could call the ambulance from there. You didn’t have any other choice. You think to grab your phone and call the ambulance now , but as you grab it you feel it’s wetness . You try turn it on, but it was “water” damaged beyond use. With frustration , you throw it onto your passenger seat  and focus on driving...as much as could even when your lower peripheral vision slowly filled with...blue.  your chest was starting to fill, as was your upper arms. It was getting hard to hold your arms to the wheel but thankfully your home was coming up.

You quickly  park up and try and get out, the seatbelt tight on your massive body. You opened the belt slowly, not wanting to be hit by the metal when you felt so...full and sensitive. You start getting out and it’s so much harder. Your body was so heavy. It felt like you was carrying a second you . Still , you had to make your way inside to your home phone. Every waddling step to the door was harder and harder as your body slowly grew . It was getting faster...it makes you feel uneasy.   How much faster was it going to get? How much more was there going to be? How big was you going to get?

Opening your door you went to walk through, however your hips caught either side of the door. You look down and see you was now too big to fit through a door. You felt like crying, this wasn’t right. This couldn’t be real. Your panicked mind begins searching for new ideas... The backdoor! It’s a double. You should be able to get through it. You begin waddling towards it desperate to get inside. You could feel your legs getting stiffer harder to move.  Standing up was getting hard , let alone moving on. Yet through shier will, you keep moving into your back garden.

Looking at your backdoor, you could see your body. Your lower half was one spherical curve with two conical legs barely poking out. Your top half is no better , your arms and chest fattening and your shoulders seemed to be ...pushing upwards. What in the hell was happening to you? You let out a groan in horror looking at what you had become before swallowing it all. You had to get to the phone now. Waddling  towards it you could hear the floor under your foot. every step causing a creak in the wood. That was when you heard a creak even as you stood still. It was coming from you. You poke your belly  and it no longer felt soft. it was getting tight. You whimper as you feel that.

You make for the phone and start dialling for an ambulance, thankfully it was more watertight then your mobile able to take the juice . You yell frantically down the line that something was wrong with you and you needed help. They asked for your address which you give. Before you can say much more the speakers became saturated with juice. You couldn’t hear anything they where saying...they couldn’t hear you either. You drop the phone and begin rubbing your stomach. You look to a wall clock and see. Noon.

All you could do is wait.  With nothing to do... You became more aware of your swelling. You could feel all the blueberry juice bubbling and bulging inside of your belly. It was getting so tight. You tried to rub your belly to soothe the ache of fullness but your arms where being pulled up to their sides as you grew. To make things worse, your mouth suddenly filled with juice causing your mouth to bulge. You just about manage to reach up and touch your taught cheek , and it makes you feel even more disgusted.

That was when a new and horrible feeling made itself know to you. Your crotch was starting to push against the ground. It...didn’t feel right.  It made you aware of just how much juice was inside of you. Standing up...with your crotch on the ground. And it was only pressing firmer as you kept swelling. Your ass pushed down too. You whimper as you feel your feet start to lift of the ground . You go into your top toes and begin to waddle best as you could. You think...maybe you should get outside. In case you grow so big that even the double door gets too small. You start to head back to your backdoor , however every step felt like lugging a full bathtub  behind you.  Your will pushed you forward but there was only so much you could do, especially as you are lifted higher.

Barely making it to the door, you fall forwards as you are dragged from your toes . Your bloated chest hit the ground as you rolled. You desperately try to  push yourself back upright but you could barely bend your arms down to the ground, let alone push hard enough to lift the gallons upon gallons within you. All you can do is watch as your chest begins to push against the ground as your top half rounds out the same way your bottom half had. Arms growing from fat to conical. Your collar growing over your neck and pushing into your jaw. Your clothes where stretched beyond belief...but the juice that saturated them seemed to let them grow. They where incredibly tight on you though. It felt like you had put on baby clothes..

Your mood improved a little as you hear distant sirens grow closer . It must be the ambulance. You where glad you where taken seriously. As you here doors open you begin to yell and the paramedics yell back , they are coming to help. You hear their footsteps getting closer, until everything suddenly went silent. “What the hell is that!” you hear one shout. You try and moan out that it was you, but your body pressed into your jaw pushing it shut. They begin walking around you and you feel careful prods in your tight skin. With a whimper and a groan, you keep trying to alert everyone to the fact you are still a person.

You then heard a phone dial quickly. You tried to listen in, but as you swelled larger, the sound of your creaking bubbling groaning body was  blocking out most other sound. All you really hear is fragments “accident...again...drain..” nothing meant anything to you. Nothing until you heard “explode.” You began to panic massively as the idea enters your mind. Your belly was getting tighter with every minute and other than a few pokes and prods. Why werent they helping! Your mind looked desperately for answer . Could they not?  Where you too big to fit through to an abundance...or even fit in an ambulance? You shudder at the thought , more so the thought you might be that genuinely massive. You had no idea how big you was. You could only really see the ground, which was growing more and more distant.

You had no concept of time anymore. There was nothing but getting fuller, tighter and bigger .the juice was getting slower but it didn’t stop. It wouldn’t stop. Your eyes glazed over slowly as your thoughts turned to only pressure. Tightness. How long has it been? Why wasn’t anyone helping? Where they helping and you just couldn’t tell.  The only thing that broke up the swelling was the occasional prod. Each one showed you just how tight your thinly stretched your skin was getting. You felt paper thin...how much longer could you possibly last?

That was from the corner of your vision You saw...a person? To your horror someone stood entirely under your head. It was a well dressed woman who gently patted your belly.. “sorry it took so long to get here. We aren’t exactly prepared for this. Seems a faulty batch of blueberry gin escaped the factory and you got some last night. Thankfully, this was not too strong. Now...I shall be getting you to my factory to juice you.. unfortunately the only way to get you out of this garden is to air lift you out. So...just do your best to hold still.”

You hear a helicopter above you, although you would never be able to see it. That’s when you feel hands all over your side slowly pushing. You rolled around, vision spinning . You hated that you where a sphere now. You could feel a tarp under you, which began to pull tight against your body . You felt as it lifted you up. With your elevated position,. You could see the sky ..it was evening. You’d been growing all day. Guess that makes sense with how large you had become. You had to be at least sixteen feet tall with how high you was over the person.  You felt the haze returning ,.as did your exhaustion. It was hard to keep your focus around.  You drifted to sleep...

You wake up with a start. You try and move, and are pleasantly surprised as your arms came into sight.  They where a pale blue, but they where movable again. You look around and your body looked fat but manageable. You was on bed, and to your joy it wasn’t stained. You gently rub your belly and it feels much better if a little sore. You check around the room and see a clock. Midnight. You fall back to the bed exhausted.

That’s when you hear a loud rumbling gurgle....