Drafna's Corner

"Are you feeling okay?" Your friend stares at you with wide, concerned eyes.

"Yeah?" You stare back confused. "Why do you ask?"

"You're turning blue!" Another one of your friends says.

"What?!" You drop your fork and cross your eyes, your heart suddenly in your throat. Sure enough, you can see a splotch of blue on the tip of your nose. You look down at your hands in horror. Inky blue is staining your fingertips and spreading with alarming speed.

"Oh no. No no no." You didn't think this would actually happen!

"You're getting fat!" One friend yells.

"No, you're swelling up!" The other answers.

You jump out of your chair and almost fall over from the unfamiliar weight of your swelling belly. Your butt and crotch round out into a smooth curve to merge with your belly, your pants are straining to contain your sudden girth and the waist line is digging deep into you like rubberbands around a melon.

"Don't look at me!" You beg but all of your friends keep staring.

Your belly hits the table and your ass knocks over the chair behind with a clatter as you keep swelling like a balloon. Your shirt is growing tight as the swell reaches your chest and arms. You start to turn run away but already you have to waddle because your hips have been absorbed into your round gut and your crotch is push low between your thighs. It's as you turn that the elastic of your pants snap and with a thwomp your lower body fills out, free at last.

Your closest friend now has a grin on their face. They come around the table and stands in front of you, blocking your exit from this humiliating scene.

"Surprise, Birthday Berry."

You don't know it but you blush a bright violet.

Without asking, they prod and slap your belly, shaking up the juices in you and send you stumbling a few wobbling steps back.

"How many times have you wished to swell up into a juicy round ball? Every time you ate those sweets we gave you? You really thought we wouldn't notice the way you were moaning and soaking wet just from eating blueberries?"

"N-no, I don't- stop that!" You try to slap their hands away but you can't reach around yourself anymore. You can barely even bring your arms forward, you're forced by your ballooning body into a starfish pose with your limbs splayed out and your crotch pushing well below your knees, your chest lifts up into your field of view as your head starts to sink.

Behind you, more hands grope at you and you don't stifle your moans in time.

"Don't worry, Birthday Berry," Your friend grins, "We'll give you everything you wished for."

Your crotch finally hits the floor and you yelp in panic as your feet lifts off into the air. You're still growing alarmingly fast, your head floats above your friends and you can feel one of the walls press against your side. You know you're getting close to the ceiling. You whimper, afraid you're about to pop.

And then it stops. The juice calms within you and you're the perfect ripeness, swollen and taunt as a drum on the brink of snapping. Then hands shove against you and you're rolled forward onto your belly. You cry out and flap your hands, but it's not use. The momentum carries you forward and you catch a glimpse of your friends as they start to laugh at you.