Blueberry Disruption

I glance around the room after the other two young men have entered and sat down, and notice that they are both looking curiously at something on other desks. Looking at the two relevant desks, I see pieces of gum identical to the one I've grabbed sitting on the corner of both of them. I turn and look around the room and notice three other desks with gum on them, more or less evenly spaced from one another.

I decide that the gum might be part of some sociological experiment, perhaps to see people's willingness to take something to which they have only an arbitrary claim. The fact that it's something small, like gum, reinforces the idea in my mind. Since I'd already decided I was going to chew the gum later anyway, I conclude that to do otherwise in light of realizing the experiment could skew the results.

If I'm wrong, I think, the worst that happens is I have free gum. Having convinced myself of my own logical prowess, I unwrap the gum, pop it into my mouth and begin to chew. I enjoy the gum's (perhaps overly intense) blueberry flavor as I begin reviewing my notes.

i put my head on the desk, already dreading the up coming  math lesson, `man i hate circumferences' i think to myself.

then i start to notice that quite a few people are chewing gum right now, blueberry flavour from the strong aroma in the air. It becomes strangely hypnotic... 

Since nobody seems to be looking in my direction, I furtively lean away from my desk, stretching painfully, and snatch the gum on the nearby table. I examine it briefly, unwrap it, check to see if the teacher is around, then pop it into my mouth. I was never one for blueberries, but for some reason the flavor wins me over. I chew slowly, enjoying the surprisingly pleasant taste, and lean back luxuriously in my chair.

By accident, I lean back too far and nearly fall. In my shock, the gum slides down my throat and into my stomach. I've swallowed it! I regret losing the flavor, but I can't imagine that it's any cause for concern. I shrug and go back to tinkering with my glasses.

"Yeah . . ." I say, my voice shaky. "So do you."

My mouth droops into a worried frown as I glance back and forth around the room. I am somewhere on the edge of panic, my eyes wide and confused. Looking down at the empty wrapper on my desk, it doesn't take me long to make the connection. It let out a groan of disbelief, but all the complaining in the world can't help me now. Just when I think things have gotten bad enough, I feel a tightening sensation beneath my vest, which is beginning to stretch. I swear under my breath as I reach my hand down to my belly. It's not my imagination; I can actually feel my belly slowly pushing outward against my hand. I look up at Signore Mirtillo, my expression questioning.

I roll my eyes as I enter the room. Places I would rather be include anywhere but here, but it's a necessary evil. I don't even look up from my phone as I move to my usual desk, currently unaware of what is going on around me, other then the fact that the room smells of blueberries. I send one last text before putting my phone away and getting my notebook out, spying a peice of gum on my desk as I do.

I giggle and lean over to her. "Its some kind of flash mob i swear."

I stare in confusion as I continue to swell up. My vest begins to unzip at first, but before long the pressure is too much and the zipper simply tears, sending the tiny metal links flying. After the vest bursts open, I allow it to simply drop off, revealing the dress shirt underneath. The swelling is much more clearly visible at this point, straining against the buttons of my shirt, some of which pop off. The shirt itself has already become stained with blue, particularly around the chest and navel. As this goes on, my butt begins to inflate as well, lifting me off of my chair slightly.

My mouth hangs open in shock as my swelling belly and ass begin to push against the edge of the desk and the back of the seat.

I feel my clothes begin to tighten as my slim body abruptly decides to grow. My rounding belly pushes its way from under my close-fitting T-shirt, exposing my deep blue skin. There is not a wrinkle left anywhere in my clothing as my belly, sides, rear, thighs, chest, and even my arms plump up. My belt creaks as it is stretched as much as it can be, which isn't much.

"W-what's happening to us?" I ask nervously, looking at Eljacko, who is swelling at about the same rate. Even as I continue to swell and panic, I continue mechanically chewing the gum, having almost forgotten I had it in my mouth.

"I swallowed it!" I shout, as my lips begin to thicken.

By now, my body has begun to round out slightly, giving the impression of my arms and legs becoming shorter. My swelling body pushes my chair and desk away, leaving me sitting on the floor, kept upright by my protruding rear end and what's left of my legs. My dress shirt tears around the arms, causing the sleeves to fall off in tatters. With a leathery creaking sound my belt, too, breaks open and drops to the floor. My pants have become extremely tight, hiking up and leaving my ankles exposed.

"I swear, when I find out who was responsible for this . . ." I say, trying to sound threatening but mostly just coming across as distressed, "I'll . . . I'll . . . do something unpleasant!"

For effect, I ball my hand into a fist and raise it as high as I can (not very).

"If you can stop it, then please by all ****ing means, go ahead. Otherwise, I want to see some punishment!" I shout, my voice cracking.

Before I can begin to produce an answer, the waistband in my pants snaps and the useless garment falls down around my ankles. Not that my ankles are around for long anyway, of course: by now I am rapidly approaching sphere-dom, my arms and legs becoming shorter and shorter as juice floods into them and the swelling makes its way down their length. In less than half a minute, I have become almost entirely spherical. My hands and feet flap feebly in small indents on my body, while my head, too, is sunken into my swollen mass. A pair of briefs is stretched across most of my lower half, bulging in front and bulbous in the back. Unsurprisingly, the briefs have been stained completely blue by juice, which is flowing from most of my orifices and beginning to bubble out of the others.

((Metiok is a guy.))

"What?" I shout. "Who left? I didn't see any-"

Before I can finish, my cheeks and lips swell up with juice, making talking almost impossible.

" wait!" too late shes gone. " how do we get the juice out?" i stand there looking up at both spherical bodies, trying to think of a way to help them.

By now, my body has swollen around my head so far that only my eyes are still visible, wide with terror and anger. I'm still swelling rapidly, significantly faster than Signore Mirtillo, and I have almost gotten as high as the ceiling when, suddenly, I stop. My eyes, just barely peeking out over the crest of the indentation made by my head, swing wildly back and forth. Subtly, almost imperceptably at first, my body begins to emit groaning, bubbling noises. All I can do is sit in my place and shudder with each ominous sound, emitting a series of high, distressed moans periodically which grow in volume and urgency as the groaning and bubbling become more and more intense.

I try to shout something over all of the bubbling and groaning, but it's useless. What little voice I can push through my lips is garbled by the juice struggling to squeeze its way out of my mouth. I'm still struggling to move, rocking back and forth in place. With each movement, my body lets loose a heavy slosh and another wave of groans. Soon, it becomes evident that the movement is no longer voluntary. My body's begun to quake and shudder, rumbling dangerously. My fingers twitch and my head bobs up and down from its sunken position. Suddenly there is a loud spraying sound and juice begins to shoot forth in a continuous jet from my nose, like water from a damaged pipe. One by one, every opening in my body loses its integrity in this fashion, the excess of juice finding new ways to push its way out from the swollen-shut holes. The shaking and quaking of my body gets more and more violent with each passing second as pressurized juice sprays in every direction. Despite the unbelievable pressure, my body shows no physical signs of reaching its limit. There are no stretch marks, and the desks poking into my side reveal that my flesh is far from taut. The swelling has begun anew, but it is much slower and comes in short bursts. My body presses up against the ceiling, and from the direction of my head, a high-pitched sustained moan can be vaguely heard. It's the only sound I can still voluntarily make.

My swelling body knocks over the several desks that were placed near me, showing no signs of stopping. The new changes in Eljacko's transformation are hardly confidence inspiring -- it as at this point, in fact, that I begin flailing my hands in panic; a scream of terror forms in my throat, but is unable to fully fight its way past my swollen tongue and lips, and so comes out as a desperate, garbled moaning sound. Immobile and terrified, I can only continue to swell, watching Eljacko demonstrate the path my own transformation will take.

((Man, guys? Do I have to do everything around here? I'm just kidding. I can't stay mad at you.))

Nothing can stretch forever. I can feel the critical moment growing closer and closer with each passing second. My body swells over and over, each round of expansion decreasing in magnitude. My shaking body becomes lined with stretch marks as the end draws near. At last, it can take no more. I try to scream, but nothing comes out of my mouth but juice. There is one last surge of growth and then, with a hideous tearing noise, followed by a dull wet pop, my body erupts in blueberry juice. The blue tide bursts forth and sweeps across the room with great force. All that remains of me is a few scattered blue scraps of skin.