Alone Time with Abby
The house was quiet, aside from the gentle purr of the ventilation system circulating cold air. Gina was gone for the day. And for Abby, it was perfect.
Everything had changed since her girlfriend’s fetish party (which in her mind had been far too expensive). She had officially gone from a friend and an employee with “benefits” with Gina, to something more, and then even more than that. And now Abby was in a relationship with and even LIVING with Gina; a famous porn star, a domme, an icon of sex and sexuality. It was almost too much to believe. And that wasn’t even the most life changing experience Abby had experienced since then. That fateful night had brought an uninvited party crasher wearing a ridiculous luchador mask. A party crasher who had been bearing a gift for Gina that had changed Abby’s life forever: a special pack of gum, and the promise of even more gum.
The experience had been burned into her memory, and was still as vivid as it ever was. She had no idea what was going to happen to her when the stranger had shoved it in her mouth and had commanded her to start chewing. But it had tasted amazing: an entire four-course meal in a single stick of gum. And then the dessert had come: blueberry pie. Abby hadn’t seen her skin’s pigment slowly change to the deep blue of a blueberry, but she had felt the changes to her body as she was trapped in her inflated bondage ball. She had felt her body swell unnaturally with juice as she changed into a blueberry girl, and then saw it change too once she had been freed from latex prison. At the time it had been terrifying, and Gina hadn’t broken from her German dominatrix persona as she and the stranger had watched her swell and change into big swollen ball of blueberry juice. But Abby hadn’t used the safeword. She didn’t quite know why at the time; maybe because she knew that even if she had, it wouldn’t have stopped the changes. Perhaps it was because Gina hadn’t shown the same concern she had demonstrated in the past; Gina had known the stranger, and had trusted him. But it had also been strangely thrilling at the time, and it all had changed once Gina had come up to her and started touching her. Everything was so much more sensitive when she was a blueberry girl, and she loved the sense of helplessness that came from being that round, and at Gina’s mercy. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. And since then, she craved it. And Gina knew it.
After that night Abby had started staying at Gina’s house, and staying there for days at a time too. At first it had just been about Gina fulfilling Abby’s fantasies, and experimenting with scenarios involving the gum and other “toys.” Abby had come to love the idea of being a blueberry girl, and especially being Gina’s blueberry girl, which greatly pleased Gina. But it didn’t take long before Abby discovered a new fantasy: to always be a blueberry girl. She wanted to always be that big, round, and juicy. She wanted to always feel that pressure and the enhanced pleasure. She wanted to always hear the gurgling and sloshing of juice inside of her. She wanted to always feel that helpless to do anything as her hands and feet flapped and thumped uselessly against her blueberry body. And she wanted to always be Gina’s blueberry girl to play, roll, and fuck whenever she pleased. In reality, that wasn’t actually possible; Abby was still Gina’s personal accountant, and she had other hobbies outside of sex that required her to actually leave Gina’s house. Not to mention the fact that Gina also was a porn producer, which sometimes required her to drop everything to go take care of something, and, you know, generally leave the house. And on top of that, once Abby had been ‘juiced’ (i.e. stimulated to the point of multiple orgasms), she looked like her old self, save for her blue skin. But damn it, that didn’t stop Abby from dreaming, or telling Gina about it.
They had started spending more and more time together, and a lot of it had become intimate. The trust that had been the foundation of their initial relationship had grown, and there had become honest affection between the two of them. But Abby had no idea about Gina’s quasi-immortality, or her decision to not get close with mortals like she had done in the past. And the lack of honest companionship outside (generally) self-involved immortals had left her wanting, and Abby’s continued presence had given her something that she had sorely needed. But it wasn’t just simple companionship; they discovered that their personalities seemed to click rather well, and mutual interests outside of sex allowed them to spend more time together. For Gina, the moment of realization that she wanted Abby to be with her happened one evening after Gina had relieved Abby of her juices when the two had been sitting together on Gina’s couch, watching Mel Brook’s classic Young Frankenstien, as Abby (who had still been blue) had made the confession that she had never seen a Mel Brook’s film, aside from Dracula: Dead and Loving it, before.
It had been after Igor and caused the horses by saying Frau Blücher’s name, to his own extreme pleasure, that Gina explained to Abby the failed joke behind the scene: that Mel Brooks heard that “Blücher” means “glue factory” in German, which it doesn’t, and had never bothered to double check before putting it in the movie. Abby had given a bemused little laugh, and had unconsciously snuggled up close to Gina, who in turn unconsciously wrapped an arm around her, and the two of them stayed like that for some time. That is, until finally realizing what the two of them had been doing. At first it had been awkward, especially for Abby. But in that moment, Gina realized that she didn’t mind it; in fact she had quite liked it. She told Abby that she didn’t mind it at all, and they went back to cuddling and watching Young Frankenstien on the couch together. It was when they had gone back to cuddling and laughing, and the simple comfort and sense of companionship that came from it, that Gina made the realization that Abby had filled a hole in the demigoddess that sex alone couldn’t fill. One hundred years of essentially being alone except for other immortals, and a simple phrase passed through her mind that she immediately took to heart: “Fuck it.” Gina would go against her own better judgment to not get close with mortals; cautious reasoning had given way to another kind of passion that Gina had not been used to for a long time.
It was all downhill from there for them, though in the best way possible. The two became closer and closer, becoming steady, and then eventually Abby moved in to Gina’s spacious two story home, complete with a dungeon in the basement, and two pools, one inside (which had since been drained and turned into a makeshift “juicing room” for the two’s sexual exploits), and the other outside in the backyard. Before, the extra space had been used for the occasional filming of porn and fetish related videos that Gina’s company sold online, but it didn’t take long for Abby to be able to integrate into Gina’s life, and for it to feel like home for Abby.
Today Gina was going to be gone all day at a shoot, and Abby knew where Gina kept the gum; it had never been a secret. With a somewhat guilty glance over her shoulder, Abby went through Gina’s panty drawer, retrieving her prize: the solid dark blue pack of new unopened gum. She held it tightly to her chest, as if it were a coveted treasure. She hurriedly departed the bedroom, stopping only to grab something of her own before heading straight to the indoor pool.
Sun filtered in through the various frosted windows in the pool room, lighting the room while keeping it obscured from everything outside. Abby hurriedly pulled the hanging blinds across the sliding door to the backyard, and making sure it was locked along with all the other doors in the house. And it was only then did she finally feel at ease to finally have some alone time. It was then that she considered the empty pool, thinking of where she should position herself for her transformation back into the blueberry girl that she loved to be. The pool itself was designed for lap swimming, and was maybe 60 feet long, though only 20 feet wide, with a shallow end that sloped to an eight foot deep end on the far side of the room. Abby thought back to several times where Gina had been with her, having Abby ripen into a blueberry girl in the shallow end, before tipping her onto her side and sending her rolling down to the deep end, letting her bounce off the far wall of the pool. And while it did appeal to Abby, as she did love to be rolled around, if she ripened on the slope of the pool and let herself roll, she might end up stuck on her back or in another awkward position (like her head) with no way to juice herself. Which is way she decided to go to the deep end, like she had done on her other solo blueberry experiences, and she would bring her favorite toy along with her: her waterproof vibrator.
After carefully opening the pack of gum and removing a strip, and leaving the rest behind, she giddily stripped and climbed into the shallow end of the empty pool, taking her two treasures with her as she walked carefully to the deep end of the pool. Shivering in anticipation, Abby positioned herself between the wall and the pool’s grate, making sure there would be enough room for the grate to effectively drain. Once in position, she unwrapped the piece of gum, wading up the wrapper and throwing it out of the pool. Then, delicately placing the gum in her mouth, she began to chew. Which was when Abby immediately knew something was off.
The gum touted itself as a four-course meal in single strip of gum, with blueberry pie for dessert. But this strip of gum didn’t bother with the other three courses, it just went straight to the blueberry pie. The changes to her body were immediate with the first chew, blue spreading from her nose to the rest of her body with a cool sensation in its wake. Her blue belly gurgled audibly before it began to swell with juice, prompting her to caress it as best as she could with her free hand as it continued to slowly swell out. But as Abby’s breasts began to swell with juice, she pressed her toy between them, and switched it on. Pleasure coursed through her, the added sensitivity granted by the gum causing her eyes to roll back in her head briefly, and for her knees to nearly buckle. Juice began to seep out of the pores in her nipples, slowly dripping down her swelling front and coating it in sweet blueberry juices. She took one of her swelling tits in her free hand, suckling on her own nipple as it filled her mouth with her own juices, and with the toy in her other hand, she began to rub it across her bloated belly. Once again Abby was racked by waves of pleasure, and she swallowed down her mouthful of juice, along with the gum.
Abby always swallowed the gum when she was alone. She loved the idea of it sitting in her belly, constantly filling and replenishing her body with juice, keeping her big, round, and juicy. But the gum always wore off, and with the aid of the vibrator, Abby would ride orgasm after orgasm in the bottom of the pool, as her body returned (too fast in her mind) to that of her normal body. But in order to do that, she needed to actually get it inside of her before it was too late. Which it nearly was.
A small rational voice from the back of Abby’s mind called out to her through her pleasure addled mind, telling her to hurry before it was too late; too late to be able to pleasure herself while being a big blueberry girl. Abby snapped herself out of her pleasure induced stupor, her belly and tits were huge now, and her back was about to join in, followed by her limbs; rendering her helpless to do anything. Abby frantically tried to move her tits and belly out of the way so she could slip her juice covered vibrator into her slit, but they were getting just too big and heavy. Thinking quickly, she slipped the large vibrator into her back door as much as she could, the juice acting as lube, moaning out as she did. And she only barely made it, as her back swelled out to merge with her belly.
This was Abby’s favorite part: where the last vestiges of her humanity were swallowed up by her own body, leaving her as a helpless blueberry. She grabbed both of her massive tits, squeezing and kneading them as much as she could as her arms and legs started to swell with juice, slowly becoming bloated mockeries of their formers selves before turning into cones, and then finally merging with the rest of her body. Her nipples were now like twin glorified juicy faucets, as juice cascaded down her tits and belly, running down her bloating legs and dripping from the end of the vibrator that was still protruding from her ass; now lodged in there from the pressure of her own bloated body as it sent vibrations though her juicy body.
“Oh GOD, I never want this to end!” Abby cried out from juicy lips, as the cones that were her arms and legs began to become absorbed into her blueberry body. “I just want to be a blueberry girl, all big round and juicy, FOREVER! I’m not a woman, I’m a blueberr-!” But before she could finish, her round body dropped to the floor of the pool; her vestigial legs giving out, dropping her right on the vibrator, and ramming it all the way into her. She screamed out in ecstasy, her hands and feet clenching up as she came; a torrent of juice spurting out from between her nether lips and tits, coating the pool around her in at least a gallon of juice.
Abby sucked in ragged breaths as her body still rocking from the orgasm and the continuous stimulation of the vibrator planted inside of her juicy ass. It didn’t take long for the next orgasm to hit her, juice spraying from her body as she cried out once again. Mind numbing pleasure rocked her body again, and again; orgasm after orgasm. “N-nev-ver want this t-o end” moaned out Abby. Which was when the same little voice from the back of her mind asked, “Why am I not getting any smaller?” It was true, despite gallon after gallon of juice evacuating her body, she was still as round as ever. That was when she noticed the near constant gurgling coming from her body. “The gum” she thought to herself “it’s not like the regular gum, it’s keeping me filled with juice! It’s forcing me to stay as a blueberry girl!” Horror, embarrassment, and bliss all fought inside of her. “I’m a blueberry” thought Abby in a panic “I’m stuck as a blueberry now. How long will this last? Will I always be a blueberry??” But as her situation dawned on her, bliss won out. “I’m a blueberry girl. I’m a BLUEBERRY GIRL! I get to be Gina’s blueberry fucktoy to juice and play with whenever she wants!” Pleasurable thoughts over took the negative ones, as Abby let herself be taken once again by the ecstasy inducing vibrations coursing through her body. She thought of every pleasurable (and embarrassing) scenario she could possibly think of, reveling in her current helpless juicy state.
Abby couldn’t remember when she passed out; possibly between thoughts of Gina riding her like some juicy bouncy ball, and being sent rolling back and forth by Gina and a crowd of strangers, but eventually Abby came to. But she immediately noticed several things. First, that she was still hopelessly round. Secondly, the vibrator and run out of juice. Thirdly, the pool was lit entirely by the recessed lights in the sides of the pool; the sun having gone down long ago. Fourthly, her neck had been swallowed up by her body, her chin now resting on her body, and her hands, feet, and face were all slightly swollen with juice, further limiting what little movement she had had when she first turned into her current juicy state. And fifthly, Gina was there. She was laying on the slope of the pool with her legs crossed, her hands tucked behind her head, and smug smile plastering her face.
“You know, it’s hard to not notice when our stock of gum goes down whenever I’m gone. I didn’t even bother to bring it up, since you’re about as devious as Don Knots on sodium pentothal; I didn’t see the point.” Gina got up, sauntering towards Abby, not a single piece of clothing gracing her body, though she held something just out of sight. Abby just flapped her little juicy appendages as best as she could, letting out a little moan as she did: Gina was in domme mode. “We both know how much you want to stay as a blueberry girl; my blueberry girl, Abby. So when my friend who provides me with the gum offered to give me an earlier test batch of gum that leaves the chewer as a blueberry for longer than a single juicing, I just HAD to accept” Gina said with a wicked little smile, now caressing Abby’s body. “Oh, and Abby? Guess how long this gum lasts?” Abby could only let out a muffled little moan, causing Gina release a joyous and wicked little laugh. “It lasts over a day. And do you know the best part? I can keep feeding you gum when a piece runs out; I can keep you as my big blueberry fucktoy for however long I want!” This made Abby moan out even louder in pleasure, some juice spurting out of her as she did. Her fantasies were being made a reality; she could potentially stay as a blueberry girl so long as they had this new gum! “And now, since you’re my big blueberry again, I think it’s time to have some fun after a long day” and with that, Gina held up a large blue double headed dildo for Abby to see before rolling the helpless yet ecstatic blueberry girl onto her back, and nearly onto her head; Abby’s juicy blueberry pussy now exposed to the ceiling. “Please” though Abby, “don’t let this be a dream.”
Gina then mounted her with a feline grace and agility, forgoing foreplay altogether, and slipping one end of the dildo into Abby while doing the same for herself. But it wasn’t a dream, not in the literal sense anyway. The demigoddess straddled her favorite blueberry girl, hands holding the lip of the pool for support as she began grinding back and forth on top of Abby, causing Abby to squeal in delight as her juices sloshed inside of her. “Three days” thought Gina to herself, “I’ll keep her as a blueberry for three days, or longer if we’re still enjoying ourselves… maybe a week.” And with that, Gina began to ride and bounce on her berrygirl, juice spurting out from around the dildo, covering both of them in juices.
It was going to be a very long night.