sw(el)ling black lillies totally ripe

The tang of the blueberries hadn't faded even after an hour. The taste made Jodi salivate. She swallowed but her mouth rapidly flooded again. Her own saliva was so sweet it was as if she were drinking syrup. Or, more specifically, juice. Then she noticed the smudge of deep, vibrant purplish blue on her fingertips, staining the pages of her journal. She tried to wipe it off on her shorts but the pigment stubbornly clung to her fingers and smeared across her palm.

Jodi put aside her journal with an annoyed grumble and stood up to find a stream to rinse the blueberry juice off her hands. Her heart jumped to her throat when she saw the blue had crept up her arms and splotches covered her legs. Was she having some kind of reaction? She didn’t know of any allergy or poisonous reactions that turned skin blue. This wasn’t normal. She needed help. Now. Jodi left all her equipment behind, the blue gradually spreading all across her skin. She hurried through the woods towards the encampment and hoped the paramedics could arrive fast enough in this wilderness.

She began to feel a strange tension in her stomach, subtle at first but gradually intensifying. She brushed it off as part of whatever allergic side effect she was experiencing until her belt dug uncomfortably into her gut. She looked down and screeched.

Jodi’s stomach had bloated to an alarming size, it looked as if she swallowed a melon whole. Not only that, but she could see her sides had expanded with her stomach, giving her a comically round shape in the middle. Before her very eyes, her globular torso continued to inflate like a balloon. She ran her hands across her bulging middle and snatched them away just as quickly. The feeling of something bubbling beneath the surface would haunt her for the rest of her life. Disturbed by the sensation of her swelling form, she pulled her arms away from her rising sides and began to yell for help. She had to be close enough for someone to hear.

No one came.

Jodi was too terrified to move now. The swelling orb felt heavy and threw off her center of balance when she took a few hesitant steps. Her belt now indented deep into her rounded gut, like a rubber band. Her clothes were becoming restricted as her limbs began to swell too. Her thighs stretched out her shorts and further still, her legs began to go numb as the hems cut off circulation. Her crotch blew up large and rounded out like a fishbowl, creating a perfectly smooth curve from belly button to labia. Her enlarged crotch pushed her legs apart and she was forced to shift her stance awkwardly wide. Her butt pulled at the back of her pants and her underwear soon wedged deep in the crevice of her ass. She craned her head around only to find to her horror her back matched the round swelling of her front and sides, although the shape was interrupted for the present by each butt cheek bubbling into spheres so far behind her she could easily see her dumptruck of an ass. She felt the belt loops of her shorts snap, taunt flesh rippling from the gentle impact of breaking stitches. Her ass grew beyond the confines of her pants slowly, the waistline pulled down over her swelling cheeks and rounded crotch the bigger she grew. Her belt remained firmly wedged in place and stretched further apart from her shorts, separated by an expanse of blue lower belly.

Meanwhile the swell had spread up as well. Her stomach grew enormous, she would be labeled obese by now if not for the fact that she could feel the skin grow taunt instead of sag like normal fat. She had long lost definition of her ribcage, her belly now lifting her swelling breasts. The hem of her tank top pulled up over her stomach and caught on her tits. She had been a B cup size earlier, but her breasts were now undeniably double DDs and still growing, two orbs of purple-blue flesh bulging around her compressing bra. Her back flesh oozed around the straps painfully, her bra the final line of defense that kept a vaguely woman shaped body. Weight pillowed onto her arms until the effort to hold them outright in the air became too great. Her biceps grew as thick as her thighs were before and the fat packed on so dense she would barely bend her elbows, her fingers growing thick as sausages. She cupped her hands over her stomach with fingers splayed over a roiling sea of juice, as if trying to push the juice back down where it came. The reach of her arm gradually shrunk and her rising sides obligingly lifted them higher as she grew.

Well below her field of view her belt suddenly snapped. The force of it nearly sent her tumbling over as the juice in her jostled violently. Her bra snapped in succession and her bubble breasts, freed from their imprisonment, finally began to flatten out into her stomach. Seams loudly tore as she outgrew her tank top and shorts, she felt a pop between her butt cheeks as her underwear finally reached its breaking point. Her bubble butt vanished similarly as her breasts had, becoming one continuous curve from her shoulder blades to the back of her thick legs. Pieces of the ripped clothes hung across her form, then slowly drifted off as each part of her body smoothed over. Her thighs absorbed into her body as her crotch sunk low between her fat knees, her biceps melted into her sides and left her arms flapping at the elbow stupidly. Jodi had entirely deformed into a Humpty-Dumpty egg shape.

Jodi felt her neck thicken and shrink. Her head pulled into her widening collar until her jaw met her shoulders. Her cheeks expanded so large she could see twin orbs just at the bottom of her line of sight. Her lips thickened so ridiculously her upper lip practically brushed the tip of her nose and the bottom touched her chin, which in turn had nestled onto the bed of taunt flesh of her collarbone. Flesh continued to grow around her as her head began to sink into a small divot. Her cries for help were effectively stifled.

Jodi strained her eyes trying to see herself over the vibrant blue mound of her body. How much longer could this go on? The mounting pressure inside was so dense she worried she would exceed whatever limit her body could handle. Her ears were flooded with the gurgling of juice and the high pitched squeaks of a balloon being stretched too thin. She was going to explode. The only remains her companions would find would be a puddle of juice. They wouldn’t even know the puddle was her. Maybe they would find her equipment but no part of her would ever be recovered, her coffin would be placed in the ground empty. Her imagination continued to run wild as the growth steadily continued.

Jodi broke out of her panicked thoughts when she felt her vulva press into the grass below. Her body had finally absorbed her limbs up to her wrists and ankles. She was as round as the berries she had consumed. She closed her eyes and waited for the fatal explosion. Instead the pressure stopped and the angry gurgling in her ears grew calm.

She opened her eyes cautiously and strained to look at herself. She quickly realized this was impossible, so she tried to test the limits of her mobility instead. She wiggled her fingers first. Thick and awkward to bend, but she could still move them. She tried to move her wrist, this time with far more difficulty. She couldn't roll them in a full rotation but she could flap her hand up and down. When she did this her hand bounced off her side with a dull plap. Bizarrely, it felt like she touched what was once the underside of her forearm, but her skin felt more rubbery than it used to. Not the kind of rubbery as in man made plastics, but organic and springy. Next, Jodi tried to wiggle her toes. Her feet hadn’t grown large enough to break free of her sturdy boots but had swollen to the point she couldn’t move them at all in the constricted space. The tightness was painful. Standing with what felt like the weight of a metric ton of juice in her body, she couldn't easily test the flex of her ankles. She began to rock her weight on her feet carefully. This was extremely difficult but she felt her bulbous body tilt enough for her to shift her feet into a pseudo walk, her pussy always rolling against the ground as the centermost point of contact beneath her. Her ankles had even less mobility than her wrists, she couldn't straighten out her feet to be able to walk properly at all, forcing her feet to remain almost perpendicular to the underside of her body.

A wave of despair and hopelessness washed over Jodi and she whimpered. She could barely move at all, she couldn't see over her giant blubbery body, and she was naked and alone in the woods. Even if she hadn't exploded, she was certain she was going to die out here. Her vision grew blurry with tears and she blubbered. She regretted crying instantly. The tears running over her cheeks were gelatinous and sticky. Horrified, Jodi realized she was crying juice. She cried harder at first, unable to help herself, then her tears petered out as she grew tired.