Fermentation

"Vicky?  Are you in there?"

Roxanne rapped on the door with her knuckles.  Yesterday she had made plans with Vicky to go out for an early dinner, but for some reason she wasn't answering her calls.  When she stopped by Vicky's apartment complex she could see her car still parked in the lot, so it wasn't a worst-case scenario, just an odd one.

She knocked on the door again before pressing her ear to it, straining to hear if anything was happening inside.  She could make out -some- noise, but nothing definite.  Testing the knob she found the door unlocked, and opening it, stepped inside.

As soon as Roxanne set foot in the apartment she was hit with a wave of fruity odor.  It smelt sweet - strangely so - and she recoiled in surprise before pressing on. "Vicky?"

There was a belch followed by, "heeeeeeey."  She sounded drunk, Roxanne thought.  She never drank.

"Vicky, what's wrong?" As she neared the living room the sweet scent grew stronger. "I tried calling but-" She cut herself short as she entered the room, eyes going wide. "Oh my god."

So many words came to mind when she saw Vicky, but the one at the forefront was "bloated."  Vicky was bloated, impossibly so, to such a degree that she was barely even recognizable as human.  The sheer weight of whatever was inside her pulled her body into a teardrop shape.  Flat, round lumps with hands and feet set into divots were the only signs of limbs, her breasts were swollen and massive, and set into another shallow divot on top was her head, drunkenly bobbing with a delirious smile on her face.  Her clothes had rather impossibly stretched to cover her top and bottom, but not nearly enough to keep her gargantuan midriff from being exposed.  Her skin had turned a rich violet hue, and dark juice was dribbling from her nipples, navel, and between her legs, staining her clothes and leaving her sitting in a sticky puddle.  The scent, which Roxanne finally recognized as blueberry, was nearly overpowering around her, and as she gawked she could hear a low sloshing and burbling from inside of her ballooned body.

One of Vicky's hands flopped in an approximation of a wave. "Hiiii."

"What..." Roxanne blinked. "What happened to you?"

"Ohhh, I found some gum," she drawled. "It was reeeeallly good.  It made me all... squishy and full.  Buuuuut it's been a while, and I think the juice is fer... fer-men-ting in me." She giggled. "It's tickling my insides."

"Vicky, we need to get you to a doctor.  This isn't normal."  This was the furthest thing from normal, Roxanne thought. "We need to... fuck, I don't know.  Juice you or something."

"But it feels gooooood."  From somewhere inside Vicky's juice-filled body there was a loud bubbling and gurgling, and she squeezed her lips shut.  Her belly swelled ominously as her cheeks bulged, the fluid flowing faster from her nipples and navel.  There came an overtaxed groan; Roxanne covered her head and turned away, expecting the worst, as Vicky opened her mouth and let out a long, ear-splitting belch, exhaling a blue cloud that drifted through the air and settled around Roxanne before dissipating.

Roxanne waved the cloud away, feeling a bout of wooziness that gave way to a strange thirst.  Turning back to her friend, she followed the trail of juice trickling down her front.  She approached her, rolling up one side of her shirt to expose her breast and, leaning in, wrapped her lips around her nipple, feeling the liquid gush into her throat.  It was rich, sweet, and tart, with a heady flavor of blueberries, and Roxanne found herself drinking greedily, getting as much of it on her as in her.  Vicky cooed and giggled at the sensation as Roxanne drank, filling her stomach, oblivious to the growing patch of blue spreading across her abdomen.