Blueberry Inflation

Blueberry Inflation

If the title didn’t give it away this story contains inflation and popping, so if you don’t like don’t read
Simple eh?



“Ok, ok don’t worry” Heather said in her soothing voice,
“Don’t worry? We have a big problem here, Heather!” Her Boss shouted, “Your obviously not fit for this kind of work at the moment I understand Go home and rest!”
Heather obeyed, of course she was that kind of person she did what she was told when she was told.
Besides maybe the boss was right for once.

She felt weird on her way back home she never had days off, But in a way she was excited to go home she didn’t know why. She was almost home, she walked it, Her job was mostly walking anyway, Why Bother? Anyway she was home now, It was a small home, it was like a small cabin but it was cosy, Nice fireplace, Wooden walls and floors, It was like a postcard house.

She opened the door to be greeted by a small bunch of flowers and a basket, she kicked her shoes off and put the flowers in a vase, then again she stared at the basket, she wandered over to peek inside, and whatever was inside sure did bring a smile to her face and a wide one at that, Her hand dived inside and emerged a few seconds with its prize, Blueberries.

Heather was like an addict when it came to blueberries People always told her that if she kept on eating blueberries she surely turn into one, Heather thought about that and laughed to her self “What a childish idea” but then she stopped and though to herself “I Wonder what it would be like to be a big blue tasty blueberry and laughed again”


It must have been 2 minutes but she was already digging into the blueberries like she had been starved for weeks, her mouth was smeared all over with the sticky juice from the berries, She felt great but then almost as if to rain on her parade as she dug in for some more she realised that it was empty.
Heather looked as if she was going to cry, She yawned and looked at the clock it was 4pm, she didn’t have work so she might as well rest, so she laid down on the sofa and slowly fell into a happy slumber.

Heather woke up and stared at the clock trying to focus, she slowly identified the hands, and blinked in disbelief, It was 12 in the night, this was weird it was only supposed to be a short nap. Oh well She thought, She propped herself up but she felt heavier, She ignored that feeling it was probably the sleep, but as she got up she felt something sloshing inside of her, like juice.  Now that couldn’t have been the sleep.

As she stared down herself she noticed that her stomach was growing, not by much but it definitely was, She felt the same feeling in her ass too, she reached behind and groped, it wasn’t firm anymore it felt like it was filling with juice. What’s happening to me!? Heather asked herself, and then she felt something biting into her back, it was her bra, it was happening in her breasts too! Without thinking she quickly tore off her shirt to get to her bra, she unstrapped it just in time too, she was her stomach swaying from all the movement and then the realised. She was becoming a blueberry.

In a panic trying to think of what to do, Heather bit her lip, hard, it began to bleed, she tasted her blood, but instead of tasting like iron it tasted like blueberries, she was sure now, she was interrupted by a tight feeling in her ass and vagina. She tried her best to slip off the shorts she was wearing but what she didn’t count on was her thighs growing too she had no chance of getting them off now, but they were way too tight. Heather’s arms began to shrink into her growing sphere of a body.

She heard ripping and thought she was going to die, It was so painful, as the ripping got louder she was sure she was going to pop, but what actually happened was the shorts breaking.

Heather was relived, but was soon reminded that she was still growing when she lost feeling in her legs, their freedom was short lived as they too were swallowed by her body, she lost pretty much all feeling everywhere. She closed her eyes wishing herself back to normal, but nothing happened as she began to feel tight, She had lost her neck while her eyes were closed, now all that’s left in her head, and she knew she would die.

Suffocation or popping she thought to herself.

She began to squeak but not from her mouth, but her body, she knew that even skin could only stretch so far,  But why was it taking so long! What’s left? She thought as she finished those words almost as if those were the magic words

She popped.