Beautiful Hike, A

The sun shone down through the trees as Abby hiked along the forest trail. It was such a beautiful day. Not too hot, not too cold. It was just right for the blond accountant. She took in another breath of clean forest air as she continued her hike. But where was her friend? 

I went on this hike with a friend, hadn’t I?

Of course Abby had come with a friend.

But what’s my friend’s name? 

Lisa. Yes, it was Lisa. Lisa had just gone ahead of Abby, that was all.

Why couldn’t I remember my own friend’s name, and why would she leave me behind? 

As things began to not add up, all doubts were soon forgotten as Abby cleared the tree line, and a small lake stretched out in front of her. Like the forest it too was beautiful, the light of the sun reflecting of its surface as a gentle breeze disturbed its otherwise placid and pristine surface. And that smell, it smelled sweet like… blueberries?

A scream.

Lisa! 

Abby ran along the shore of the lake, ditching her hiking pack as she made haste towards where she heard her friend’s scream.

"Help meee!"

"I’m coming Lisa!"

She did her best to plow through the thick foliage in front of her, the sobs of her friend becoming louder and louder as she got closer. But a sudden jerk on her ankles sent Abby flailing backwards onto her back. And before she could fully realize what was going on, she was being rapidly pulled by her ankles through the brush. 

Faint sunlight and leave were all that she saw as she was dragged on her ass until she finally was pulled out of the foliage. She was in a small clearing, with a canopy overhead that was thick with leaves and branches that seemed to stretch forth from the surrounding trees, but still let enough sunlight in to see by. 

“Nooo!” cried out Lisa in utter dismay.

Abby frantically tried to pinpoint her friend’s voice, and her heart skipped a beat at what she saw. There was Lisa, huge, blue, and round. She had been turned into a huge blueberry.

“Abby! You have to run! Get help for all of us!” sobbed Lisa, her little blue hands pitifully slapping against her own body.

All of us? 

Suddenly Abby noticed the forms that bordered the clearing. And the moaning. The clearing was full of moaning blueberries. Women, men, all ripe blueberries. But her revelation was soon cut short as once again she was dragged further into the clearing by her ankles by… vines? More slender vines came at Abby from all over, wrapping around her limbs and her torso. It didn’t take long for her arms to be forced out behind her, and her legs to be forced back and up, leaving her hogtied by the vines. 

Panic. Confusion.

What’s going on? Why is this happening? 

The vines started dragging her across the grass, and towards a large bush. A blueberry bush.

Dawning comprehension.

Desire.

The vines pulled Abby right up to the bush. Abby knew what would happen if she ate those berries. She wanted it more than anything, and damn the consequences.

And so the world conformed to her desires.

The berry bush began to undulate and move, branches moving to allow Abby to easily devour sweet succulent blueberries. Juice smeared her mouth and flowed down her chin. She wanted it so bad. She wanted to be a blueberry!

Which is when she began to feel bloated.

Abby’s sudden moan of pleasure joined that of the blueberries around her, whom she would join soon enough. 

Vines slithered up into her clothes, before straining against them and then ripping every shred of clothing off of Abby’s blue body. Now she could ripen free-

More vines wrapped around her body, constricting almost every inch of her limbs and torso.

No no no! This isn’t right! This isn’t right!!! 

And it was then at that precise moment that Abby’s body began to swell and ripen. 

Pressure. So much pressure! It was unbearable for her, juices now leaking of various orifices, and seeping through the small gaps in the vines. She wanted, needed, release!

The vines suddenly slithered and shifted allowing her once trim stomach to expand with juice. All of her juices converged on her belly, making it swell quite rapidly. And soon Abby’s belly was raising her still hogtied body up into the air. Then without warning Abby was being lifted into the air, the vines hoisting her up nearly five feet above the ground, her belly now surpassing the size of a yoga ball. Her limbs swiftly began to scream from the strain of being suspended in the air, the weight of her gravid belly pulling down on the rest of her restrained body.

“P-please, just let me ripen!” pleaded Abby.

And so the vines finally obliged… and dropped Abby from four feet in the air, and directly onto her belly. 

She shrieked. And for a split second, she thought she would burst from the impact, only to find that the impact had forced all of the juice to the rest of her body. Terror changed to elation in the span of a couple seconds, as Abby cried out in joy and pleasure as she forced herself to her feet, her whole body finally swelling in tandem.

Abby nearly wept with joy as she groped herself and felt her body properly ripen at last. She arched her back as best as she could as belly soon returned to the size of a large beach ball, which her now FF breasts rested on. She lustfully squeezed her twin juicy orbs with swelling arms, moaning as juice briefly sprayed forth from them. But it didn’t last for long, as her arms grew too bloated with juice to properly bend.

Why does it have to go so fast? This is the best part! 

It was true, Abby’s body, now no longer suppressed by constricting vines, had truly not wasted time in conforming to its new natural form. Her bloated arms and legs began to merge and conform to her spherical torso, her back having rapidly swelled with juice and merged with her gravid belly. Her crotch followed suit, swelling down past her knees, and then finally touching down into the grass. Abby felt what last vestiges of limbs she had become absorbed into her swollen juicy mass as her crotch lifted her body up and rendered her feet truly useless.

Abby cooed and moaned as she flapped her hands. All was right to Abby. Why on earth had she wanted to get away from here? To get away from this?

Sobbing. It was Lisa.

Why is she crying? Why isn’t she enjoying this as much as the others and I? Can’t she see how wonderful it is to be a blueberry? 

But no, something felt wrong about that logic. Why…?

“My my my,” chimed a melodious voice behind Abby, “someone who took my gift willingly, and so very eagerly too.” All questions fled Abby’s mind at that voice, and the silky touch of a hand that gently ran across what had once been her left hip. All that was left was need.

Abby moaned out with need. She needed that touch. She needed to please the owner of that voice.

The voice let out a musical little laugh. “Oh yes, you took after this far more than your friend.”

A powerful shove, and Abby’s world spun as she rolled directly into another human blueberry. Their swollen bodies bounced off each other, and Abby’s ears rang with the roar of her sloshing body. She was helpless to do anything, and was at the mercy of this mystery woman. And Abby wouldn’t have had it any other way. Because she didn’t worry, she knew her mistress wouldn’t hurt her, wouldn’t burst her. She was a good blueberry, and she would please her mistress. And besides, Abby loved being rolled.

“Enjoyed that did you?” Abby gave a moan of delight in agreeance as she stared up at the canopy above. “Ooh!” cooed her new mistress, “I’m going to have so much fun with you!” And that’s when Abby got her first good look at her mistress.

She was the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes on. And yet, her features were oddly familiar. Her mistress had long curly brown hair that had little vines and leaves woven into it. It hung down and draped Abby’s face as she bent down to kiss Abby with plump hungry lips.

Utter mind numbing euphoria. From a kiss. 

Abby returned the kiss with nigh frenzied gusto and passion. But her mistress pulled away from her newest blueberry, her lips contorted into a wicked little smile.  

“Do you like being my blueberry?”

A desperate eager moan.

“Do you want to always be my blueberry?”

A prolonged needful moan.

“Then what are you? And use your words.~”

“I… I’m your big, fat, juicy blueberry.”

“And?”

“T-that’s all I ever want to be!”

“That’s very good, my blueberry, because I wasn’t going to turn you back had you even wanted to.”

Vines wrapped around Abby, anchoring her down to the ground and keeping her from rolling. Her very clearly naked mistress stood up and climbed atop her blueberry, sitting on what had once been Abby’s stomach. And as she began to bounce and grind on Abby, something out of sight entered her, and began to piston in and out of her.

Abby’s eyes immediately rolled back at the waves of nearly painful pleasure and ecstasy. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Juice began to spray from her breasts and gush from down below. But she knew she would never get smaller. She would always be this size for her mistress. She would never not be her mistress’ juicy fuckable blueberry.  

Oh fuck me mistress, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee! 

Mistress.

Mistress.

And then it clicked.

Gina. She looked like Gina.

But why would Gina be here? Why would she-

Abby awoke with a start. Where was she? Why couldn’t she feel anything aside from her head, hands, and feet? Her heart raced as she began to panic.

A hand gently cupped her face.

“Shhhh, Abby it’s alright. It’s me Gina, you’re still in the pool. Everything is alright.”

Reality began to piece itself together in her mind as her heart jackhammered. She was still in Gina’s empty indoor pool, and she was still a blueberry girl, as Gina had given her another strip of that experimental gum. Gina had fallen asleep on top of her, and they had slept like that. She finally began to calm down.

It had sadly only been a dream.

But all was right. She was with Gina, and she was still her juicy blueberry girl. 

Just as it should be. 

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Gina tucked a lock of her black hair behind her ear as she stroked and rubbed Abby as she began to drift back to sleep. That hadn’t gone exactly as she would have liked. But it wasn’t surprising, given that she hadn’t had much practice lately entering another’s dream. So the demigoddess gave Abby a tender kiss that only she knew was an apology for what had happened.

Next time would go far more smoothly.