Imagine being late to class so I chewed some sort of blueberry gum that I found on the kitchen counter. At first, I didn't think much of it so I kept chewing even during classes. Instead of focusing on the lecture, I was mesmerized by my crush who was sitting in front of me. Suddenly, I realized my belly was getting starting to strain against my shirt. I didn't think much of it so I kept thinking horny thoughts about my crush. However, the pressure on my belly was starting to increase. I felt myself slowly ballooning. Thankfully, once class had concluded. I ran out of the class immediately to a secluded area trying to hide from all of my classmates including my friends.
I looked at the part of my belly where it was poking out of my shirt. It was blue! The blueberry taste from the gum was still there and I still couldn't stop chewing. My mind was occupied with visions of my crush fucking me as a blueberry and squeezing my belly. Without meaning to, I moaned his name as the pressure spread to my pussy. I wonder how he is going to react.... I just want him to poke, prod and squeezing me.
It's understandable. It's not unheard of. Senior Year brings in a lot of stress. Gum mix ups happen more than you would think. Plus with the hormones from a crush? Woof. You're lucky you got out of that lecture hall in time.
Though, that secluded area is probably gonna be far less secluded. With your moaning and touching, not only are you speeding up the growth, but you unknowingly draw in a small crowd looking for where the whimpering is coming from. Luckily (or unluckily) for you, you don't notice and keep moaning his name, louder and louder. Feeling your belly push your clothes further away from your center. Some of the students came from the same class and break off looking for him, thinking you're crying out for help.
Well, you are. Just not the kind they're thinking off. Just be glad none of them actually called an emergency number.
As you continue to grow, so does the crowd. And it doesn't take long before you are unable to reach yourself. You imagine him. His hands, rough, but softer than expected, rubbing against you. Whispering to you "It's gonna be alright. You're gonna be fine." Before using those fine hands to explore your large body. Imagining what he'd do to you with them, you can almost feel it. Almost feel his body heat between your puffed legs that are slowly sinking into your rounding form.
As you feel the last of your limbs recede, it's finally enough. You cum. Just bursts out of you. As your afterglow sinks in, you can still feel yourself rocking back and forth against the ground, still quite round. But you start to hear it. Hear them. The crowd. You realise your clothes tore off your body a while ago. You are just a naked, immobile blueberry on display for the campus.
Before his head comes into view, absolutely drenched in your juices. "Ohmygod, ohmygod. Are you alright!? You're okay, right? Everything's gonna be alright?" His eyes wide with panic
