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what if once you were fully berried , I constantly made you humiliate yourself under the threat of another stick of gum?

you don’t want me to stuff you full of $500 worth of chocolate and candy I got for you? Ok how about I just give you another stick of gum and we’ll see if that blueberry body of yours can handle anymore juice.

you’re tired of reading gross and humiliating blueberry kink stories from Deviantart aloud 12 hours a day to me? Well I can give you this extra stick and you can be a juice stain right here, I mean maybe you need that stick anyways sounds like you just can’t stop complaining and maybe a little bloating will help you learn your lesson

fuuuuuuuuuck 🥵 good thing this wasn't a dm, anon, or i'd be constantly begging you for more. you'd have to pop me just to get some peace and quiet.

how about you stuff me full-to-bursting and then slip that stick of gum in while i'm trying to weather your sugary onslaught? let's see how long it takes me to realize why the pressure is still building even though you've stopped packing my tight belly with sweets.

see... the thing is, i've been reading awful DA blueberry smut for a long, long time... and i'd much rather explode than have to revisit some of those fics 😅

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What if I was a hazmat crew sent to clean up any potential juice that you left behind in your wake of horniness. I try not meet your devilish gaze as I clean up the juice splattered around everywhere, until I accidentally get a drop on my arm. Thinking nothing of it, my thin veil of safety soon crashes as my suit becomes even tighter. All the curves in my body get bigger and more pronounced, threatening to rip the latex and polyester hugging me. You notice through the clear plastic visor that my face has become more noticeably blue and chubby, yet all I can do is whimper and stare back at you. How screwed am I?

I'm so sorry to say that you're fucked, Anon!

Just so, so sorry.

Really.

My gaze being devilish, as you say, has nothing to do with how good it feels to corrupt someone so clearly concerned with their own safety. I know they only send the most stalwart, disciplined, elite hazmat professionals to handle the bad berries.

I expect that you've got plenty to worry about now that your body is ballooning out of your control, so try not to concern yourself with the details. Don't think about how my juices got through your suit.

Don't think about how you let this happen to yourself.

Right now you need to focus, Anon. It's not safe to have two volatile berries trapped in the same room.

You must be feeling so thick and syrupy, but you can still waddle, right? You need to head back for the door while you can still squeeze through it!

Hurry! Don't think about how your belly sloshes with every heavy step you take. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other... or, y'know... well, keep waddling, I guess. Don't think about the lovely feeling of your thighs rubbing together, or the way the juice is forcing your legs further apart. Especially try not to think about the way the juice is filling all of the most sensitive parts of your body, every sensual nerve alight with pressure and warmth.

Keep waddling, Anon! You can make it as long as you don't get distracted by how good it feels as your suit squeezes you tighter and tighter. Don't listen to the little rips and pops as the seals fail, and definitely don't wonder about why the suit is preventing your nethers and your nipples leaking. It's almost like your superiors were more worried about containing your juices than they were preventing your corruption...

Oh dear, and I can see that you're such a dark shade of blue, too. That's a bad sign, Anon. Your body is changing so rapidly... maybe you were meant to be a berry? Still, no time to philosophize, you need to squeeze through that door NOW, Anon.

... oh, you're stuck? Oh my, well... I'm sure I don't need to tell you this, but that's not good, Anon. I hope there's someone on the other side to help juice you and pull you through. That door frame must feel so tight, the way it's cutting into you like that...

Unless... they didn't send you in alone, did they? Maybe they though they were being safe by only risking one person? I'm so sorry it had to be you, Anon. Just, wow. I feel so awful about what's happening to you.

Gosh, Anon, that hazmat suit isn't really covering much now, is it? You're so juicy now, I hope it feels good at least? I can see you trying to move your hips, or, y'know... whatever a berry has where its hips used to be. I remember how badly I needed release, too, and I wasn't even wearing anything to seal my juice in. You must be going crazy in there, Anon. I'd try to help you out, or at least give you something to grind against, but... well I'm kind of stuck too, y'know?

Oh well, I'm sure someone will be along soon. Just try to hold it in, Anon, or they'll have two messes to clean up.

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During the berrapocalypse (that you obviously started) are you more into just seeing/knowing others are swelling up with you/will swell up after you? Or would you still want people to mess with you/try to help you/tease and roll you/etc only to realise what you have started and what you have done to them?

If (read: "when") I herald the fat, juicy end times, the mask will come all the way off. Sorry babez, but I’m the bad guy.

(... or, well, girl. Lady. Woman. You know what I mean.)

I will be right there, in the (very) thick of it. I will be crying wolf, begging for help, pleading for a savior.

I will also be trying not to cackle like a madberry. I'll be desperate to not give the game away, doing my best to draw as big a crowd as I can so that when I'm ripe'n'ready... I'll get to watch all of those little faces start to turn blue and realize that they've been tricked, trapped, bambluezled.

And then we'll all go out with a bang 😈

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Following on what the other anon said, what should I do if I've gotten you set up with blueberry inflation and you're swelling up as I've started licking at where your pants tore, lapping up whatever skin and juice is dripping underneath your mostly torn pants, only to hear my own stomach groan in distress as I see the splash of blue cross my now gurgling guy as it begins to swell out?

I mean...

I think what you should do is enjoy yourself~

Really, though, I think you'll be too busy licking me to worry about anything else... although I would appreciate you letting me know how good I taste if/when you come up for air...

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to add-on to the prior anon, do you think you'd enjoy having a blueberry puppygirl to inflate with you after ensuring you were as swollen as you could possibly get?

I think I'd love that, yes!

She'd be a very good girl indeed if she were able to wait until I were at max capacity, though.

... and she'd need to be very careful with her sharp little teeth...

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Would you enjoy a puppgirl excitedly rolling you over after you'd swollen to an almost spherical shape, your gut and body sloshing with juice, and then burying her face in your genitals to lick up whatever blueberry flavored juices you cum as you feel your engorged body try to produce more juice to fill your cracking form with?

So many puppygirls on the loose today!

I think it would be very, very hard not to enjoy that, although... I would be a little worried that the pup might not be prepared for the consequences of consuming my juice...

Still, though... not like I could stop her 😈

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I need someone to pump me full of juice just to use me.

Make me your object, your thing.

Sure, you could use me as a bed, but can't I be your juicy fucktoy?

Will you let me be your blueberry cumdump?

I don't know if you can breed a berry, but I do know how we can find out...

No need to be gentle, either. Berries aren't people. You can always replace me if I break~

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can I sit next to you as you turn into a blueberry, feeling you gain weight and swell to a gargantuan size, letting me practically sink into your sloshing flab before you're at your max capacity and I'm just sitting atop the crest of your bloated form? 😶

~🧋

You certainly may!

Just promise that you'll do more than just sit there when I'm finally ripe...

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Do you prefer being blown up into a berry willingly or against your will? (Or something in between?)

I've had such a hard time figuring out how to answer this! It's hard to pick, because I want both.

The thing is, if I'm working with a good handler, I actually can have both, you know? A little submission is all it takes.

Eyes closed, mouth open, just vessel waiting to have my own need and greed poured back into me.

I love to work with experienced handlers, because I can trust them to take me to my limit... or push me beyond it, if they decide I can take more. Pain play becomes a whole new kind of pleasure when my handler can titrate my size perfectly... the ecstasy of the millisecond before a burst can be stretched into minutes or hours.

However...

A newer handler can be a very special treat. If I really want to feel the fear again, as if it were the first time... there's few better ways to get that than rolling the dice with a novice.

I can get kind of jaded, even when I'm too full to feel anything but the way my nerves dance under catastrophic tension. I've been doing this for a long time. Believe it or not, it can get old, sometimes.

But when I hand my fate to a newbie... all I need to see is the fear in their eyes as I start to grow. I breathe in their doubt, I soak in the way their hands tremble as they try to hide their panic. They press their hands against my sloshing belly as if it might explode without their touch. They flinch at every popped button, every snapping seam. Their breath catches when I moan. Sometimes I try to stoke their anxiety:

"What's happening to me?" or "Help me..." or "It hurts..."

If I'm very lucky, I get to watch them stagger backward, tripping over themselves as they see a real bursting hazard take shape for the first time. It's a cherry I love to pop, just like...

well,

you know...

[popmepopmepopme]

call it a strawberry the way this berry needs a straw cause it can't reach~

everybody wants to tease, nobody wants to help a girl out >:3

jk the teasing actually helps a lot, even if it does just leave me needing more

[popmepopmepopme]

saw your post about applicants who'd wanna be under you as your pretty hide swells on them

now i might consider myself one of them, but what if i sat on you at max size to test your durability?? i doubt you'd be against the fun of it, let alone the release you'd rip apart everywhere. thoughts?

it's your fault i'm like this, Marceline.

and you're right of course, it would be so fun, and it would feel so so good too.

but i hope you'll be at your max size, or you might get launched into orbit when you burst me...

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After all, how am I supposed to make a giant collection of berrygirls if one of them keeps guzzling down every cursed pie, drink, and candy my team can even produce? Just be aptient. You'll get your helping in time~

... oh!

you promise?

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Good. See, was that so hard? All you have to do is wait patiently for the right moment. Don't want to ruin it for yourself by overdoing it, yeah?

i mean... i might want that...

but i said i'd behave :\

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No. Greedy girls like you need to earn their juice. Save some for every other berry-to-be out there.

fuck

okay, i can... i can try...

i'll do my best not to disappoint you...

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Does someone have to stop you, or will you show some restraint for once, fruit?

i'm trying so hard but... i don't think i can...

i'm so sorry

there's a first time for everything, but... this isn't it

i need more

[popmepopmepopme]

please...

i need someone to tell me "no."

i've been too greedy lately, i need someone to stop me

[popmepopmepopme]

i need someone to tell me "no."

i've been too greedy lately, i need someone to stop me