Despite living on campus, Katrina was going to be late for class if she didn‘t hurry. She had been studying late the night before, slept in through her alarm clock, her roommate hadn’t even bothered to make coffee, and now she had to rush to get out of her dorm and to her first class, all while being tired as hell. But lately Katrina was always tired, she wasn’t getting enough sleep, and it was all thanks to studying late and that reoccurring nightmare she kept having.
After could barely concentrate on her professor’s lecture. She hadn’t been able to go to Starbucks this morning, and having her first class at 8am wasn‘t helping. To make matters worse, she hadn’t been getting enough sleep lately. And it was all thanks to that damn reoccurring dream that she kept having.
Sleep and caffeine deprived, Katrina decided to sit near the back of the lecture hall. That way the professor probably wouldn’t notice if she fell asleep, and she could get out of class and into Starbucks sooner. But sitting near the back had it’s downsides. Primarily it’s the jocks. The jocks typically showed up late, and sat in the back where they whisper to one another and check out girls. So now two jocks are checking Katrina out, and she didn’t know if she should knock both of them out by means of a sleep/caffeine deprived frenzy, or if she should just put up with them.
But the jocks have good reason to be checking Katrina out. Mind you, Katrina is by no means unattractive. Katrina is a 5ft 5in tall latina, with short black hair with red highlights, and C cup breasts. She’s not drop dead gorgeous, but if you were to look into her beautiful brown eyes, you would know that she too is beautiful.
However at this moment, her appearance is the least of her concerns. Katrina is practically being put to sleep by the lecture her professor was giving, and she has no desire to sleep. She knew if she were to fall asleep, she would have that damn nightmare again, which almost always caused her to wake up in a cold sweat during the night, and never want to go back to sleep. Because that nightmare was practically an experience. It was almost always the same, and always took place somewhere on campus. She was almost always lucid throughout this nightmare, but she never realizes that she‘s dreaming, never realizes that this has happened before. And she always feels, smells, and tastes EVERYTHING during this dream; it was just like being awake. And she could never wake up until the dream had run it’s course… to Katrina’s dismay.
On and on the professor drawls. His uninteresting tone-dead voice starting to put Katrina as well as other students asleep. But try as she might, Katrina can’t keep her eyes open. And she is once again taken by sleep… and that nightmare.
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Katrina is walking to a class across campus in a blue tank top, short denim shorts, and sandals. She decides to take a shortcut through the park on campus, the tall trees protecting her from the harsh rays mid-day sun. She is minding her own business, but like every time she had this dream, she is stopped by an attractive red haired stranger, whose face she can never remember. He asks if she wants something to eat, and like every time she had this dream, Katrina says yes. The stranger hands her something, and she puts it in her mouth and begins to chew. It feels like taffy or gum, and tastes strongly of blueberries. She says thank you, and the stranger smiles and walks away.
Like always, Katrina walks away. And not long after doing so, she begins to notice that people are starting to stare at her. Feeling self conscious, Katrina begins to speed up, the taste of blueberries growing stronger in her mouth. As soon as she does, Katrina begins to feel full. It’s at that point that she hears a female student yell “Oh my gawd! That girl’s skin is blue!" Katrina turns around and sees the blond student pointing right at her. She looks down at her bare arms and legs, then pulls out a pocket mirror, and sees that the blond was telling the truth: Katrina’s skin had turned completely blue, from head to toe.
But something was different this time. Whenever Katrina had this nightmare, she would start to panic at this point, and would start to yell “What’s happening to me?!” But this time was different. This time Katrina realizes that she is dreaming, and she knows what’s about to happen to her.
Katrina’s gaze shifts from the crowd of onlookers that have now gathered around her, to her stomach, where the feeling of fullness is sudden replaced by a mounting pressure. And like every time before, Katrina is greeted with the same sight: her once flat stomach has begun to inflate, causing her blue tank-top to ride up. Panicked, Katrina tries with all her might to will herself awake. At the same time, the pressure spreads from her blue basket-ball sized belly, down her crotch, and to her blue legs. But Katrina still tries to wake herself up, she does not want to go through this dream again, she does not want to swell up with blueberry juice, she does not want to become a blueberry. And despite her best efforts, she still does not wake up. But she does not give up.
She still tries to wake up as her blue breasts inflate with juice, rip through her bra and tank top, and start to obscure her vision. She still tries to wake up as her ass swells, and her inflating blue thighs rip her denim shorts and panties to shreds, rendering her completely nude. She still tries to wake up as her crotch begins to travel down between her legs. And she still tries to wake up as the lower half of her body takes on the shape of a tear-drop. It’s when her arms start to swell, and start to become absorbed into the round blue mass of her body, that Katrina finally realizes the truth of her situation: this nightmare isn’t going to end when she wants it to. All of her efforts are useless, and now it’s too late. She is naked, blue, completely round, humiliated, and entirely helpless. Once again she is a giant blueberry girl with little hands, feet, a head, two nipples leaking juice, and a vagina which is constantly dribbling juice.
Katrina tries to move her head in order to look around, but can’t: her neck has also been absorbed into her spherical body. Her terrified eyes, now blue instead of brown, darting between the onlookers in front of her, as they have all started laughing at her.
“Look at the big fat blueberry girl!” laughs one onlooker.
“Aw, look at her flap her fat little blue hands and feet!” proclaims another.
“Let’s stick her with a pin and make her pop!” screams another.
Similar things are shouted at Katrina: some of the onlookers mock her, some shout things that they want to do to her, but Katrina just tries to block them all out. However, she can only take so much humiliation.
“SHUT UP!“ Katrina finally screams, as sticky blue tears run down her blue face.
“No!” shouts someone, as they shove Katrina from behind, suddenly making her world a blur as she quickly rolls forward and just as quickly stops as her breasts hit the grass.
Katrina lays there on her belly and breasts for a moment, as her face is coated with her blue tears as she sobs and wonders what she did to deserve this. Suddenly she feels several sets of hands touch her right side.
“One, two, three, push!” shouts a female voice, as the group of people to her right shoves her. Katrina’s naked blueberry body is sent rolling across the grass, her world once again reduced to blur of colors and shapes, until she is stopped by another group of tormentors.
“Why are you doing this to me?!” sobs Katrina, her black and red hair stuck in the sticky blue tears on her face.
“Because we can!” shouts one of her tormentors.
“Because it’s fun” says another, as they send Katrina rolling back to the awaiting first group who stop her.
“Because you’re not even human anymore” says a blond, getting right in Katrina’s face.
“Because you’re just a big fat blueberry girl, and you’re going to be like this forever!“ laughs the blond, who then licks Katrina’s face, which causes Katrina to sob even harder.
The group surrounds Katrina, holding her on her back and making sure she doesn’t move as a busty blond mounts her, and proceeds to bounce on Katrina like a trampoline.
“Will this nightmare ever end?!” thinks Katrina as the blond continues to giggle and bounce up and down on Katrina’s blue belly with her bare feet, causing juice to spray out of her swollen nipples and gush out of her vagina.
But no matter how much juice comes out of Katrina, the pressure stays the same, and Katrina doesn’t get any smaller: she’s just as round and juicy as when she was first reduced to a blueberry girl.
Suddenly the blond stops bouncing on her and slides off her stomach. But she’s not done with Katrina yet.
The group of tormentors surrounding Katrina, roll Katrina onto her right side as the blond walks up to Katrina’s head.
“We’re going to have so much fun together“ smiles her blond tormentor as she pinches Katrina’s nose, forces her blue lips apart, puts something small and round inside Katrina’s mouth, and kisses her on her plump blue lips.
Katrina swallows the small round item, knowing that the only thing she can do is flap her had and feet in protest.
And as soon as she does, the blond walks behind Katrina and begins pushing her by herself, just as the pressure within Katrina’s swollen blue body starts to increase yet again.
“I’m gonna take you home and do whatever I want to you, and whenever I want to” laughs the blond as she rolls the naked inflating blueberry girl across the grass.
“NOOOO-mph!” tries to scream Katrina as her cheeks swell up and her body further swells up against the bottom of her jaw. Because she knows where her blond tormentor is taking her, and she knows what she is going to do to her.
Her entire body continues to swell with blueberry juice as she is being rolled: her hands and feet swell up into blue balls and start to become absorbed along with her breasts into her blue orb of a body. Even her tear ducts swell closed, preventing any tears from escaping.
Katrina’s body has now become an almost perfect orb. Her hands and feet have become one with her body. The only thing left of her breasts are her two swollen nipples that spray juice now. And her head has become slightly engulfed by her body. The only thing Katrina can move now are her blue eyes as she is rolled away to whatever hell awaits her.
But as soon as Katrina stops swelling with juice, as soon as she has permanently becomes a blueberry; she is awakened by a chorus of voices and backpacks being zipped opened and closed.
Katrina lifts her head from her crossed arms on her desk. The nightmare is over, and not a moment too soon.
She brushes her hair out of her eyes and puts her textbook and notebook back in her bag, now wanting to get out of the building and to the nearest Starbucks as soon as she can.
But before Katrina can exit the room, a cute looking guy with red hair, who was sitting behind her in class; holds something up and with a smile asks Katrina:
“Want some gum?”