Blueberry inflation has got to be an incredibly noisy process.
The open mouth chewing is just the start of it, but the second your skin becomes blue and saturated with the juice it’s too late. The metaphorical ball is rolling as your body starts to stretch and swell to attempt to accommodate it. You don’t notice until the pressure ebbs, jutting outward enough for your waistband bites into it.
You’re speechless as your body is steadily swelling, belly growling as another spurt of juice fills you more. The fabric of your clothes tighten, hearing the fabric stretch around your thickening limbs. You would hear how your belly sloshes with the growing pool of juice if you weren’t addicted to chewing the gum that put you in the position in the first place. It’s a stress reliever and you are very stressed at how big you’ve become, but moreso at the fact that every spurt fill you with a warmth that makes your knees weak and heart flutter.
If you weren’t already blue, you’d be red at how impossibly turned on you are by the idea.
The sloshing and growing grows louder as you grow wider. You clumsily widen your stance as you can no longer move properly; your stomach’s completely rounded and hangs low after your buttons shot from you like a bullet; your legs can no longer bend at the knee with how juice filled you’ve become; your arms hang heavy at your sides as your body picks up the growth. The gargling of the juice inside of you is loud to drown your whimpers out as you’re more berry than you are a person.
When it couldn’t get worse, your body begins swallowing your limbs. You lose the balancing act as your toes lift off from the floor. Your hands can’t do anything to save you as they too become sucked in. The real panic begins when your head begins to get swallowed in. Not enough for to submerge fully, but enough to become deafened to the world, only subject to hear the juice inside of you slosh and gurgle as you’re rolled off to the juicer before you get any bigger.
