The Suit

The Suit.

              “Ann.  Ann!”  She turned her head to see Grant running towards her with a box.  “You won’t believe what I got.”

              “If it isn’t something I can’t use for my social media platform, then I don’t care.”  She turned around.  “I have a business to run here.  Don’t waste my time.”  She started to set up her cameras.

              “But I think you will like this.”  He began to open the box.  “You will have something no one else will even think of having.”

              “And what the hell is. . .”  Ann blinked her eyes.  “It’s. . . a blue blob?”

              “It’s a blueberry suit.”

              Ann arched an eyebrow at Grant.  “A blueberry suit?  What am I going to use that for?  Who do you think I am?  Violet from Willy Wonka?”

              He ran in front of her.  “No but think of the views you could get.  These things are extremely hard to come by.  Hardly anyone else would even come close to owning such a wonderful piece of well. . . merchandise.  You could easily blow up for this.  In more ways than one.”

              She looked down at the blue suit.  “And I am sure you have a way to inflate it?”  Grant nodded his head.  “Ugh, sure, what the hell.  I don’t see what I have to lose as it’s your money.  Let’s get it all hooked up.”

              “Great.  Great.  I will fetch the pump.  Just wait right here.  Oh, wait.”  He pointed at her.  “In fact, why don’t you get dressed and such inside the suit?  Save us some time.”

              “Ugh, fine.  Fine.”  She pointed at him as she dragged the blueberry suit out of the box.  “But this better work.  Otherwise, you are going to pay me for the time I am wasting on this.  You hear me.”  As he began to walk away, she raised her voice.  “Do you hear me!”

              “Ugh, yes, I hear you.”  He lowered his voice.  “But blueberries like you won’t be giving orders for long.”

              Ann laid the suit down on the ground.  “Shesh, there is a lot of this damn thing.  Where the hell do I get into it?”  She eventually found a way to slip inside the suit.  “Wow, it’s kind of hot here.”  She slipped her arms and legs out of the holes of the suit.  “But it kind of feels nice.”

              “Okay, I am back.”  Grant set the pump down between them.  “Okay, so this shouldn’t take too long.  I want to say about seven minutes.  So just enjoy the ride.”  He attached the pump to the suit.

              “Wait.  Set up the cameras.  I want everyone to see this.  It’s for my social media, remember!”

              He flipped the switch, causing air and something else to flood the suit.  “What?  Did you really think I was doing this for you?”  Grant laughed.  “No, my dear.  I wanted a blueberry of my very own?”

              “What?”  Knowing that she was tricked, she tried to get out of the suit, but it was now attached to her skin.  “What did you do, you creep!?  Ughhhh. . .”

              “That is a very special suit.  It’s not exactly air that it’s pumping into you.  I hope you don’t mind.”  He sat down.  “You will be a wonderful blueberry.”

              Ann sneered at him.  “You cretin.”  Her face turned blue.  “I am not going to be your blueberry.”  She looked at the pump.  “You hear me.”  She took a step forward with the intent to shut down this infernal transformation.  “Now let me at that stupid ass pump.”

              He pulled it away before she could reach it.  “Ah, ah, ah.  That isn’t a good blueberry.  You act like that, and I won’t let you get sunlight; I won’t water you.  I won’t even rub you down.  You sure aren’t learning how to be a good berry girl, are you.”

              She slammed the side of her body.  “I don’t want to be a berry girl.”  She moaned as she felt her boobs vibrate.  “Now stop this.  Stop all this juice flowing into me.  Grant, why are you doing this?”

              He walked up to her.  “Because I want a lovely blueberry of my own.  Is that such a bad thing?  Tell me.”

              “YES!”

              He chuckled as her waistline began to expand.  “Oh, you are no fun.  I hope you enjoy having all that juice flood you.  The feeling of the suit slowly meddling with your flesh.  When you become the blueberry, you were always meant to be, I will come back and see if you have. . . wizened up.”  He took a few steps away.  “As this will take a while, I do have something else I have to take care of.  Enjoy your juicy transformation, dear.”

              “Hey!  You can’t just. . .”  She tried to follow him, only to fall onto her knees.  Ann could feel the suit tightening around her despite swelling every second.  It was as if it was digging into her skin, almost fusing.  “I have to do something!  I have to get this off before it’s too late!”  She tried to pull at her expanding belly, only to cry out in pain.  “Ahhhhh!  It hurts.  It huts.  It’s like pulling at my own fucking belly.”  Her eyes widened as she saw her own belly button emerge out of the suit.  “What the fucking hell is happening?”  She gulped as she felt her arms and legs slowly become forced further and further apart.  “I have to. . . fight it.”

              Ann forced her arms together.  “I have to try and get to that pump.”  With all her strength, she tried to reach down.  “I can do this.  Ughhhhh!”  Her boobs pressed against her chest, causing her to moan.  “This is insane.  I am so glad I am not on camera.  Whooh.”  She wobbled, almost falling straight forward.  “Fuck that was close.” She gulped.  “I need to be more. . . Ahhhh!”  She suddenly fell forward, bonking her head against the ground as her ass continued to swell.  “This is insane.  I. . .”  She took a deep breath as her boobs pressed against the ground.  “How am I supposed to stop this?”

              She looked up and saw the pump inches away from her face.  “I am sooo close to victory.”  She looked up.  “Wait?  He. . . turned the camera on?  I am on fucking. . . noooooooo!”  She took a deep breath.  “There is still time.”  Ann forced her arms against the suit as she reached for the pump.  “If I can just. . . guugh.”  Her juicy boobs slowly pushed her further and further away.  “Noooooo!”

              She moaned as the last bit of her strength gave out, and she could not reach her prize.  “Ughhhhh.”  She wobbled back and forth, her arms stuck firmly at her side.  “Help!  Someone help!”  She gulped as her clothing began to rip and tear.  “Hurry before I. . . I. . .”  Shrippppppp.  Ann closed her eyes.  “Grant when I get out of this. . .”  She looked at her side, the suit having vanished, and all she could see was her own juicy body.  “I will make you pay.  You hear me!”

              “You will what?”  He returned with a bag of popcorn.  “Wow, you are so big already.  Hmm, and I see the suit is gone.  Such a cute little blueberry you have become.”

              Ann sneered.  “You jerk.  How dare you not tell me this would have happened.  Now turn off the pump.”

              “As you wish.”  He flipped the switch off.  “Happy.”

              She nodded her head.  “Yes.”  Glrop.  Gurrlle.  “Wait.  Why am I still filling up with blueberry juice?”

              “Because this pump was just to start the transformation.”  He set the popcorn down and aimed the camera at her.  “Not help you swell into the blueberry that will make you become a juicy star.  Now smile.”  As he aimed the camera at her face, she sneered.  “Oh, come on.  Everyone is going to love this.”

              “Everyone but me.  Get me up!  My breasts are squishing against the ground.”  She moaned as her juices oozed out of her nipples.  “I hate it.”

              Grant rolled his eyes.  “Ugh, fine.  Fine.”  He pressed his hands against her blue body.  “I guess everyone being able to see your massive blue breasts wouldn’t be a bad thing either.  Ughhh.”  He groaned as he tried to roll her upright.  “You weigh a ton.”

              “Well, ya.  I am filled to the brim with blueberry juice.”  She rolled her eyes.  “You think I would be as light as a feather?”

              He slowly rolled her upright.  “Fucking hell.  They made this look so easy in the movies.”  He leaned against her, rubbing himself slightly between her breasts.  “Okay.  Happy?”

              “You mean, am I happy you are pressing yourself against my massive blue breasts?  If I could move, I would slap you.”  She moaned.  “Ugh, stop it, body.  Stop squirting out the juice.  I don’t want my juices on him.  Ohhhhhh. . .”

              He laughed.  “You say one thing and do another.  I don’t think you get how to do this blueberry thing right.  You act up, and I won’t juice you after the shoot is over.”  He walked over to the camera.  “Now, keep going.  Keep swelling.”  He smiled.  “That is right.  Who is a good ten-foot-tall blueberry?”

              “Fucking hell.  Just do something.  I can’t stop swelling.”  She looked around as her head began to sink into her body.  “I am so fucking full.  Grant. . . help. . . ohhh. . .”  Her juices began to drip down her body.  “Fucking hell. . . soooo juicy. . . soooo. . .”

              He looked up at her. “Honestly, you should have stopped swelling by now. I’m not sure what is happening.”

              “Must. . . share. . . juices.  Blueberry. . . . ohhh. . .”

              “Umm, Ann?”  He reached up and touched her massive blue body.  “Are you okay?”

              But she was waiting for him, the juices in her body vibrating about.  “Ohhhhh.”

              “What the hell is going on?”

              “Thank you, little one.”  She moaned.  “The juices shall be shared.”  She closed her eyes as she felt her juices rebound inside her body, bouncing about as if they had a mind of their own. Eventually, she began to move, slowly bouncing back and forth, further and further each time.  Finally, Ann rolled over, bouncing down the hill.

              “Ann!  Where are you going?”

              “Wherever I am needed!”