#inflationkink

Come bloat me!

Some poor unsuspecting guy getting offered gum at a party, too drunk to realize what's happening until he's already leaking juice everywhere~

Of course the other party-goers can't keep their hands to themselves,, squeezing and groping the new berry until he's whining and whimpering at any touch :3

And then it's only a matter of time until some people start using him as a drink tap, squeezing his leaky chest, pumping his bloated cock, all trying the overwhelmingly sweet juice and reveling in this new, strange atmosphere....

then the swelling starts~

one by one, party guests meet the same fate as the first, just a little roundness at first. blue splotches spreading across their skin, belts popping and clothes ripping as the growth starts to speed up. Sloshing around, bodies thick with juice, swelling up until their feet slink into their rounded bodies, sealing their fate.

some getting stuck in hallways, spurting juice as they try to struggle free. Others packing rooms full, growing with their friends, squeezing and kneading eachother, unwittingly accelerating their growth into bloated, helpless berries.

eventually, there are only a few party guests left that haven't swollen up into berries, trying to squeeze their way in between their bloated buddies, when one hears a sound

*UUUUUOORRRRRRAAAP*

one of the berries hitting its maximum size, and relieving pressure by belching a plume of thick, sweet, blueberry fog

bit by bit, the belching spreads, the uninfected trying to make their escape before they swell up to immobility too

one moves too fast, crashing into a berry and squeezing out a thunderous berry burp right into their face, they try to move faster, weaving between berries until that weaving became squeezing, then sloshing as they swelled up helplessly, doomed to join their friends

Another has the idea to get upstairs to the attic, and out a roof window, scaling the stairs, careful not to touch the juice that is now soaking almost everything, he scampers up the ladder to the attic, maybe the only remaining clean pathway in the house, he gets to the window, struggling to pull it up before realizing it's locked

he searches for a key frantically as he hears the belches from downstairs grow deeper, more frequent, more sonorous. panic setting in as he sees a thick purple fog start to pour in from the attic hatch, grabbing the nearest metal object and trying to break the lock off. The fog rises, now to his knees.

he screams and beats on the window, straining with everything he has, panting and whimpering as the fog reaches his chest

holding his breath now as he tries to break the window, glass cracking and wood splintering as he beats on the glass until he runs out of breath. Involuntarily, he gasps for air, and is met with an overwhelming taste of blueberries as his waist swells immediately.

Clothes ripping, tool falling to the ground as his hands plump up with juice. He grabs at his body, in disbelief as his face rounds out and his swelling gut touches the wall, crying and whimpering to himself as his limbs sink into his body, soft moans interspersed as the feeling of tightness takes hold. Soon he's pressing against the ceiling, leaking juice from every orifice, squirming his buried limbs to try to break free, and he feels a pressure building deep within him, slowly building until it fills his mouth and throat, lips barely holding back the pressure until...

"OOOOOOUUURRRRRRRRPPP"

No going back now~

HI SORRY, I KNOW THIS PERSON REALLY WANTED ME TO SEE THIS!

Berry'd Office Worker

When you notice your blueberry coworker starting to burst out of her outfit at the seams, it can really feel like a weighing of consenquences for what you tell her >.> Comm via Discord~