Restaurant Mishap

"L'inconnu!" Eliza smiled, turning to Steve with a smile. Steve chuckled, his Fiancee had tried her hand at French and made him feel better about the Restaurant they were about to enter. L'inconnu was a new and upscale place that had just opened and only the highly elite knew about it. Tonight, the two had gone all out on their appearances. Eliza had pulled her long black hair into a playful bun and allowed two curled strands to frame her lovely face. She'd chosen a lovely white blouse and a red belt to go under her bust though she hardly thought she needed it. Framing her lower self she'd chosen a tight pair of dress pants and heels. Steve smiled and caught the illuminated sign's light in Eliza's green eyes, he thought she was the most beautiful woman in the entire world and was so eager to please her. Though he'd gone more casual, Steve had decided to wear a pair of blue jeans with one of his more fancy belt buckles, penny loafers and a blue button-down shirt. Eliza winked at him, stepping inside and reached for his hand. Steve chuckled again and took hold of it, leading her inside.

The inside was spacious, the walls were decorated with vintage items from the 50's and even had a few famous signatures hanging high on the walls--possibly so if kids were brought, they couldn't reach and knock them down. There were only a few other couples here though it didn't surprise them because the place was practically brand new and even still had a new smell to it. A perky and redheaded waiter smiled and beckoned them over, she was dressed in a tight black top with a white blouse beneath.

"Hello!" She said energetically, turning toward the dining area. "If you'll follow me, I'll show you to your table."

"Thank you." Steve said, bowing his head as he ushered Eliza before him. The two followed the woman deeper into the restaurant, taking in all the sights around them. The place was fabulously lit, well decorated and even the booths had a sleek black shine to them almost making the red cushions pop out. The redheaded woman smiled brightly and presented them with a corner booth, Eliza nodded her appreciation and took the left side while Steve took to the right.

"My name is Marceline, I'll be your waitress tonight. Can I start you off with anything to drink?"

Steve smiled at Marceline, the couple being handed a pair of menus. After a moment Eliza tilted her head, a dainty finger hovered over one of the drinks.

"Um... what's the Le dormeur myrtille?"

Marceline smiled and was eager with her response.

"The blueberry surprise!" She beamed. "It's a mix of blueberry juice served in a wine glass and dashed with a special spirit. That's what makes it a surprise."

Eliza furrowed her brow for a moment, thinking it over and responded.

"Deux, sil vous plait."

Marceline laughed and took the menus back, writing their drink choice on a notepad.

"Je vous remercie beaucoup, Madame! Je vous souhaite de profiter de vos boissons."

Steve raised his eyebrow, unknowing of what just happened and looked at Eliza for an explanation. Eliza smirked and couldn't help but laugh at the adorable confused look plastered on his face and took his hand in her own.

"'Thank you very much, Madam. I hope you enjoy your drinks." She translated, bringing Steve's hand up to kiss. Steve blushed and laughed, squeezing her hand and pulled her closer to steal a kiss upon her lips. This time Eliza blushed and pushed back the dangling curled bang from her left cheek.

Marceline returned, placing two wine glasses in front of the couple and poured a dark purple liquid into them.With a smile she administered the drinks and handed them two more menus.

"Thank you, Marceline." Steve said, taking the glass between his fingers. Marceline smiled and waited eagerly for their orders, watching the two both take a sip of their drinks.

"Could I please get the roasted garlic chicken?"

Eliza asked, passing the menu back. Marceline nodded and wrote the woman's order down, turning to Steve. "And for you, sir?"

"Um. Could I get the steak? Well done and without sauce, please."

Marceline nodded and wrote Steve's order down, took his menu and walked away.

"Rather perky, isn't she?" Eliza teased, smirking at Steve. Steve looked confused, but shook his head with closed eyes and a smile.

"Are you holding secret feelings for her, dear?" He jested. Eliza laughed and rolled her eyes, slapping his hand gently.

"Of course not!"

Steve smiled and raised the glass to his lips, taking a swig of the Blueberry Surprise and swished it around his mouth. With a gentle gulp the liquid went down and reduced Steve to a coughing fit.

"Too much for you, love?" Eliza asked, tilting her head in a teasing fashion. Steve continued to cough, then took a deep breath and put a hand over his mouth.

"No, No. Just-- It's just the alcohol they used." He responded. Eliza giggled and took a swig of it, herself. As the liquid went down her throat she scrunched up her face and tried to relax it.

"Oh, my. I suppose they thought fighting bitter with sour was the way to go."

Steve tried to fight it, but he smirked at Eliza and attempted to hide it from her by looking down at the table. A startled yelp escaped his lips and a hand slapped over them. Eliza looked startled, the sound had come suddenly and caught her off guard. Though in seconds she could see why-- Steve's arms had gone blue!

"Honey?" Eliza asked, watching the blue travel down steve's face. His already blue eyes seemed to grow darker while the color vanished behind his blue shirt. With a moan he reached under the table, blushing a light purple.

"Uh.. I--" He seemed to jolt and wince. Eliza tilted her head, then raised her eyebrow while she ducked her head under the table and blushed furiously! There was a noticeable bulge in his jeans and it was growing larger. Steve continued to moan, his bulge growing larger until she noticed that his thighs were getting bigger, too. The jeans groaned, the stitching popping with every passing moment. Eliza was about to get out of her seat, but before she knew it she was already lifting out of her own. A strange feeling overcame her, the silk panties she'd decided to wear were sliding tighter on her until they began cutting into her thighs and stomach. Almost scared to look down she saw that her stomach was about the size of a full grown pumpkin and her pants were starting to cut into her.

"S--steve?!"

Steve was too lost in his own worry, his pants had begun splitting apart around his thighs, ankles and groin. The button on his pants shot into the table before splitting at the crotch and revealed his plaid boxers. Steve blushed darkly and tried covering himself, but his testicles and penis were already attempting to squeeze their way between the tough fabric. A new sensation took over him as his butt began to swell, only pushing his jeans further until they exploded. Only being held up by his belt buckle, Steve was left in his tightening underwear and the shards that remained of his pants. Thinking quickly, he grabbed his dinner knife and began sawing at his belt. He was already too big for the booth, his hips flaring out and his ass the size of a twin pair of tires. After several tense moments his belt fell away-- as did his pants and left him in nothing but his creaking underwear.

Eliza moaned, her panties were pulling against her and growing tighter as her lower body continued to billow out. Her feet had already begun swelling until her heels' clasps popped off, the fat pushing up her ankles until the fabric tore straight up to her thighs which were comically round! Still blushing, she felt her hips explode out only ripping her dress pants further. A harsh gurgle was heard nd Eliza's slim rear began swelling until it was the size of twin yoga balls. Without any room to give her pants exploded into ripped and running tatters around her, blue legs exposed to the world as her white panties still tried in vain to hold her in. The couple got out of the booth, standing in their underwear and shirts while their bodies continued to swell. Eliza's stomach was the size of a full-term pregnant woman, the belt around her bust had shifted and was now pushing into her breasts. Behind her, Eliza felt her panties riding higher and higher against her ass until they slid between the cheeks. Another gurgle and Eliza's modest breasts exploded into watermelons, her massive stomach lurched and pushed them into her chin. Her arms were pushed to her sides while she grew, the other patrons had taken notice of their transformation and watched curiously. An explosive bang emitted around the quiet room as Eliza's belt shot off, allowing her stomach to grow freely and rip her blouse open. The cold air felt good on her skin, her white bra barely covering her massive breasts. Eliza's nipples swelled up and pushed the bra futher away, her swelling body ripping her blouse until it fell around her. Eliza's stomach had rounded enough that her thighs, hips and butt had melded into it, her panties stretched enough that they were see-through. Beneath her, the soft fabric slid and rubbed her prompting a moan. In the next instant her body jiggled, the panties ripping off and leaving her exposed. From behind, she could feel someone stroking her massive ass and though she couldn't reach she began to accept it, feeling more and more aroused the bigger she grew. Seconds later, her bra snapped off and left her massive breasts in the air. They were now bigger than her head. Groaning, she felt her body rounding out until the carpet pressed into her vagina and she grew taller. Her hands touched the blue ball that had become her body, it was still squishy--she still had room.

Steve moaned, his testicles and penis now the biggest thing on him as it slithered further and eventually stuck straight out. Not that it was erect, but rather that his massive thighs were holding it aloft. His boxers had ripped off long ago and now his gentials were in full view for everyone to see. From behind steve felt the warmth of another body, a hand reached around and began rubbing his leviathan penis prompting a deep moan from within him. Still, his lower body was five times as big as it had been and his stomach ripped open his shirt. Steve's chest grew quickly, further ripping the shirt off until he was completely naked. His body continued to grow, his arms and legs being assimilated into his swelling body until they were nothing more than dimples. The person was still rubbing him, making his head roll back and pleasure take hold. Before Steve knew it, he was on his back and staring straight at a woman who was smiling back down at him. Others had gathered around the two and began pleasuring them. Steve groaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back as an eruption of light blue semen exploded around the room--covering several of the guests. By now, the two were massive blueberries.

"Oh, my. Would you look at them?" A voice asked behind Eliza, rubbing what was once her back. A tender kiss was placed upon the skin as she was rolled onto her back. Eliza's vagina was now exposed, the light pink inner flesh swollen and pushed out. Eliza moaned, feeling the carpet--and some playful fingers enter her. Biting her lip she allowed her head to go limp until a light blue liquid ran down her. Giggling was heard, Eliza was rolled across the room. She could feel the juice inside of her sloshing around, another pair of hands had her now. Above her and approaching, a redheaded woman placed a loving kiss upon her and rolled her back across the room. Eliza moaned and opened her eyes, realizing the juice wasn't sloshing around inside of her anymore.

"Oop, this one's ripe!" A male voice said, rubbing Eliza's swollen breasts. Again she was pushed around the room, being stopped yet again. A Finger ran down her stomach and rested on her groin. Eliza bit her lip while she was rubbed, coming again and immediately rolled again. Her skin was getting tighter, groaning. A pair of hands grabbed her, petting Eliza's black hair, a pair of lips were sucking on her massive nipple. Eliza moaned again, feeling as though someone was sticking a million pins and needles all over her skin. Still, the pleasure heightened. Elizabeth moaned loudly, feeling herself orgasm again until--

Boom!

A wash of blue juice exploded around the room, covering everyone. Marceline giggled and motioned for the staff to gather around Steve, rolling him around the room. Steve moaned as his penis thudded against the carpet, resting on his back while an attractive brunette kissed him. Surprise riddled him as the woman slid her tongue into his mouth and slapped against the back of his mouth before receeding. A pair of hands were around his penis, another around his testicles while he was rubbed. A gasp caused Steve to shudder, feeling the juice within him gurgle and jiggle; a pair of lips were over him, trying to envelop him. Steve moaned and curled his toes, rolling his eyes back and with a loud moan shot--Something downwind gasped and gagged, then the cold feeling of liquid coated him. Still, they continued rubbing and rolled him again. This time, Steve felt his toes pressing against his crotch. The juice was filling him too far! Time and annoyance was lost on him as Steve was rubbed again, this time his skin felt prickly and with a powerful round and an equally powerful explosion Steve came and exploded in a blue mess.

"Whoo! I'd say tonight was a success!" Marceline cheered, the patrons were all covered in juice and semen. While they were distracted, the other waitresses bolted the doors and waited."Oh, my." A voice nearby giggled, wiping the blue semen from her mouth. The stench of blueberries was thick in the air and the excitement had seemed to die down. The redheaded woman smiled and walked to the bathroom, using a nearby towel to wipe her face--then a scream erupted from her lips."Blue!?" She shrieked, slapping at her face. The affected area began to turn purple, darker and darker until her entire face was blue. Slowly, the color dripped down her neck and vanished into her green blouse. Her arms began turning blue as well and she watched as it reached her fingertips."Oof.." She moaned softly, putting a hand to her stomach. Looking down she noticed that her stretch pants were pulling furhter from her figure slowly and there was a soft albiet gurgling noise. Her stomach continued pulling forward until it pushed her away from the sink and untucked her blouse from her pants. Jaquelinne gasped in horror and watched herself swell in the mirror while her stomach grew larger like a slow inflating balloon. Jaquelinne groaned loudly, her hands shooting to her lower stomach as the juice inside of her descended. Her pants stretched audibly and her bulge grew larger. Another moan and her breasts began to swell outward, her bra creaking from the sudden fullness. Jaquelinne's nipples began to leak and it began staining her blouse though by now her body was secreting blueberry juice and had soaked her from the inside out. By now her breasts were like small cantelopes and her bra was cutting into her back, her stomach looked as though she'd swallowed a small horse and her pants were pulling into her back. Quickly, Jaquelinne moved toward the doorway and was bewildered by the gurlging noises and the heaviness of her own body. Her stomach bounced with each step and the juice sloshed around inside of her; her breasts bounced into her face before her bra pulled them tightly. Fighting back, Jaquelinne's breasts began spilling out of the sides of her blouse and to make things worse, her stomach got stuck in the doorway."Please, help!" She screamed, trying to force her swollen body through the doorway. Marceline caught sight of Jaquelinne's massive body and bounced over, pulling her arms forward. For the most part it worked, Jaquelinne tilted forward and her breasts hung heavily before her stomach supported them. The doorframe groaned in protest and the wood began to splinter. From behind, Jaquelinne's already tight stretch pants were straining just to hold her in when suddenly her ass began to swell up, too!"Oh, no!" Jaquelinne groaned, feeling her panties slip between her dripping lips and pull against her quickly swelling ass. Marceline grunted and pulled with all her might until Jaquelinne was free. The blueberry woman landed on her swollen stomach and jiggled profusely. From behind, her butt swelled like two medicine balls and quickly assimilated into her swelling back. Before the entire restaurant she was growing and before long her pants formed runs.