Blueberry Bite, The

"What?! Do you two have some sort of suicide pact or something?" Angela yelled at Clarissa and Janet.

Janet smiled, "What's wrong with wanting to have fun? We've been invited, so we should go."

"Because you will pop! That's why!" Angela screamed, her face turning red.

"So what? We all do eventually. Might as well be having fun when it happens."

"No, you're wrong. Not everyone pops." Angela shook her head. "Why did you even ask me? You both had to know I'd say no."

"We asked you to go because Thomas is the host." Janet smiled.

Angela slammed the door, which opened again a few seconds later with Angela wearing her coat. "I'll drive." She stared at Janet, "But that's all I'm doing!"

Janet smiled and followed Angela to the car. "She looks so sexy when she's angry." Janet thought. She loved the way her red hair got in her blue eyes, and her chest rose and dropped with her breathing. Angela's emotions always moved her body; her heavy breasts, tight butt, and ironing board stomach. Janet loved Angela's body, wanted to caress it and fondle it, but couldn't care less about having a relationship with Angela herself. All the breakups over the years had cooled her heart, rendering her incapable of love but more than capable of sex. Even though Anegla was straighter than an arrow, Janet took it as her personal challenge to sleep with her. She boasted that she could make a nun sleep with her and intended to prove it, starting with Angela.

Angela got in the car and turned the key, the engine screaming to life. Janet checked her looks in the mirror in the car, combed her black hair and put on her candy red lipstick. Janet was fairly plain, but that only proved that looks aren't everything. Clarissa sat in the back and played with her frizzy blonde hair. Clarissa was the heftiest of them by far, and even though she told no one her weight it was easily more than 220 pounds. She was very self-conscious of her stout figure, and got embarrassed when people looked at her. Most of her weight was stored in her butt and stomach, though enough of it went to her breasts to mark her easily as the bustiest of the group.

Once Janet navigated them to the party, Angela parked the car. "Have fun you two."

"Aren't you coming?" Janet asked.

"Why, no. I'm not." Angela shut off the engine.

Clarissa got out and waved at Angela to follow. "Come on, Angie! The party's this way!"

"No, it's fine Angela. I'd rather have Thomas all to myself anyway." Janet said playfully.

Angela imagined Janet's svelte body making love, but not feeling anything deeper than erotic pleasure. She unbuckled her seat belt. "Fine, I'll go. But I'm not drinking anything."

The three of them walked together to the front door, the music calling them in. Janet smoothed out her tight blue cocktail dress, while Angela wished she had more than a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on. Clarissa put her hands in the pockets of her sweatpants. Angela looked around and noticed something odd- the patrons were almost exclusively female. Sure, there were a few guys, but twenty some-odd party goers were women. Was this game of blueberry Russian roulette the reason for the party? Angela, Janet, and Clarissa immediately split up at the door. Within three minutes -a new personal record-, Janet was leading a drunk to guest bedroom. Clarissa nervously made company with some house plants, and Angela wandered around, searching for Thomas. Unfortunately for her, the party was bigger than the house, spilling into the backyard.

After searching for nearly half an hour, seemingly out of nowhere, Thomas emerged with two trays of two dozen shot glasses full of some blue syrup with vodka mixed in. He set them on a table and stood on a chair, "Excuse me! The real party's about to start!" The party fell quiet. "We're going to play a game I call Blueberry Bite!" The crowd cheered, and girls from inside began pouring into the backyard. "All of you girls are going to drink these shots until there's only one left! Whoever doesn't explode gets to..." His brain froze, "I dunno, sleep with me? Sure, let's roll with that. Whoever wins will get to sleep with me!" The inebriated crowd cheered once again. "Alright, everyone grab a shot glass!" The drunk girls stormed the table, and each held a shot. "One!" The girls raised their arms, "Two!" They brought the shot glasses to their lips, "Three!" All of the girls, apart from Angela, downed their drinks. It wasn't long until some of the girls turned blue. One of them was Clarissa, and Angela raced over to her when she heard her crying "Oh no! No, no!" over and over again.

Clarissa was clearly shaken, and Angela could do nothing more than offer words of comfort as Clarissa's body turned completely blue. Already, some of the other girls were expanding. One girl stripped off her clothes and begged for a man or woman to pleasure her. Clarissa froze when she felt her stomach shift. Something was changing. Moving. She knew what it was. She knelt down and rubbed her stomach as she felt it grow, her fat smoothed out and grew outwards all at once. It was a slow inflation; she obviously got less than the others, and no doubt her weight diluted the shot. Angela looked over at one of the other girls, who was already turning spherical.

Clarissa kept whispering "No, no, no. Please, stop." while her body grew. Angela helped her stand up once it had become apparent her legs wouldn't stay bent much longer. Clarissa had to be more than three feet wide, and her arms and legs went completely stiff. Her growing breasts pulled her sweatshirt up until it looked more like a sports bra. Her limbs were cones assimilating into her body, which steadily expanded outward. With a loud rip, her clothes fell to the grass. Apparently, Clarissa wasn't wearing clothes beneath her sweats. When she turned into a sphere, the girl with a bunch of people having an orgy on top of her exploded, sending juice and naked drunks everywhere. Soon after, the other girl began shaking. Her body exploded, too, sending juice everywhere. Only Clarissa was left, now. She whined when her feet no longer touched the ground, and then the crowd shifted over to her. She could do nothing while people climbed on top of her, humped her, and touched her. It was bad enough being a naked blueberry about to explode, but to have an entire orgy shift onto her out of nowhere, she couldn't take it. She felt the pressure inside of her skyrocket, while someone licked her nipples. She had stopped growing at seven feet wide, and she knew she hadn't much longer. All she could do was scream and then explode, sending juice and naked party goers flying everywhere, just like the other girl. Angela was disgusted by the display.

Tom got on the chair again, naked and covered with blueberry juice. "Another round, coming right up!" He hopped down and retreated to the kitchen, and returned with another tray of blue shots. It repeated like before, except Angela had no sympathy for the girls who popped. And she hated Tom more with each wet explosion she heard. She saw people degenerate into animals, groping and writhing and hooting and hollering in their joy. Girls were inflating into blueberries, sucking cock while doing it, getting cock shoved into their vaginas, getting humped. Angela was feeling sick. Blueberry girls inflating against one another, having races, making out. It was obscene, and Tom was the ring leader for it all.

Eventually, only three girls were left: Janet was among them. Tom walked up to them with a box of blueberries in his hand. His face had an expression of malice and sadistic pleasure at the sight of seeing these girls performing obscenities before exploding. He laughed quietly, "Now, things'll be different. Since some of you were smart enough to cheat," He glanced at Janet, "You'll be eating blueberries instead." He handed a blueberry to each of the girls. they all eagerly popped them in their mouths, chewed, and swallowed.

It was hard to tell at first who was a blueberry and who wasn't because their naked bodies were dripping with blueberry juice. Once bellies started puffing, it finally became clear. All of them were. Janet smiled, and watched herself grow. Angela vanished inside the house. Janet was a little sad she was never able to sleep with Angela. Janet then turned her attention to the other girls, who looked so similar they were likely twins, as their quite pregnant bellies squished against each other while they started making out. Angela emerged from the house completely naked, and cast a pitying smile at Janet, then embraced her. Janet and Angela rolled around in the juice soaked lawn, kissing each other while Janet rocketed in size. Angela massaged Janet's belly while it rose two feet above them laying on the grass. Janet was deeply entranced by the pleasure of inflating. Her skin stretched outward, and her breasts crashed through the cup sizes with reckless abandon. Her butt grew outwards, and Janet started leaning back on her head until she rolled on her side. Angela rubbed and massaged Janet all over while she grew into a blueberry. Her body began rounding out, when suddenly, one of the other girls exploded, showering everyone in a fresh layer of juice and knocking her twin onto her back. Janet reveled in her final moments, growing bigger and bigger. Her arms and legs smoothed out into her body, and her breasts sunk until she was a complete sphere with hands, feet and a head. Angela grappled on to Janet, and held on while her body creaked, groaned, and stopped growing. Her body groaned louder and louder, shaking with pressure. Janet was moaning in anticipation until she she too exploded and showered those around her with her juice.

Thomas hopped down from the last remaining girl. She promptly exploded, as if in response to his rejection. "Well," He said, wiping juice from his eyes, "you're the last one left. I guess you get the prize." The notably smaller crowd of six naked, juice covered men cheered.

"Me?" Angela asked, "But I didn't participate!"

Tom nodded, "You were the only one smart enough not to. I mean, I never said you had to drink the shots to win."

Angela was speechless. Two of her closest friends were scattered on the grass. She followed him inside. She played off as nervous, "Can I take a shower before accepting my prize?"

Tom laughed, "You could just accept it in there, you know."

That's where she accepted her prize.

Tom wiped his face with a towel as he walked out of the bathroom, "Woo wee. That was something." he said and walked into the bedroom across the hall, then collapsed on the bed. He was still naked and dripping water on the mattress.

Angela mustered her anger, thinking of all the girls she witnessed explode. All those lives thrown away for a few minutes of fun. She thought of her friends. She drew a deep breath and took the revolver from below the sink, and clenched it tight, looking for any confidence six hollow point rounds could lend her. The bright light of the bathroom silhouetted Angela's naked body as she leaned in the doorway, hiding the revolver behind her back. "Hey, Tom. I'm ready for round two."

Tom sat up, rubbing his eyes. "What, already? You must be one hungry cunt-" He was interrupted by the sharp crack of gunpowder being ignited inside of a .32 caliber revolver, and slumped over on the bed.

Angela dropped the revolver on the ground, and walked to the kitchen. She took an opened box of blueberries from the fridge. She sighed, "Well, between the teeth and through the gums, lookout body, here it comes." She poured the half dozen of blueberries into her mouth, chewed and swallowed. She felt a stirring inside of her stomach. She walked into the bathroom, and her skin was already changing. She sighed, and walked into the bedroom. Thomas's blood pooled on the carpet. "No, Janet. You were wrong." Angela said, "Not everyone pops."