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Berry Dangerous Gum
By
Infl8fan

Sarah and her boyfriend Tim were sitting on the couch watching TV, among other things. Tim’s parents had left him home alone and Sarah had decided to pay a surprise visit. Tim was going away to college in the fall and this was going to be one of her last chances to see him. Sarah was an exchange student from Ireland that Tim had met in the debate club. She was very light skinned and her angular face was spotted with freckles and framed with fiery, red hair. She had full, pink lips that were always smiling and eyes that glistened like emeralds. Every now and then, a rosy hand with pink nails would reach up and brush back a lock of hair that had fallen into her face. This happened often when she laughed.

Tim, on the other hand, was a very average looking young man. By no means was he ugly, but by no means was he handsome. He had long black hair that was pulled into a ponytail. What Sarah had in freckles, Tim certainly made up for in acne. He wore blue jeans and whatever shirt he grabbed off the floor that day.

They were steadily pawing and groping each other like most teens are bound to do. Tim was engrossed in Sarah’s ample chest. Slowly, he unbuttoned her blouse and smiled at the creamy white mounds that waited for him, trapped beneath her frilly pink bra. Tim worked his fingers under the cups and started to rub the flesh underneath. As Sarah nibbled on his ear, she whispered, “Just unfasten it, that hurts.”

“Oh, sorry,” he replied and fumbled with the clasp on her back. Soon enough the two had removed their shirts and were kissing each other on the couch. Sarah slowly traced her hand down Tim’s chest and tight stomach on a path to his crotch. Just as she slipped her hand under the elastic of his boxers, the pair rolled over the TV remote and the 60” monster on the other side of the room roared into life. 

“Hey kids! Are you ready for the candy sensation that’s sweeping the nation? It’s Wonka’s new and improved super-juicy Blueberry Bubble Gum! It’ll turn your tongue blue, and then some! Available now! Warning: Only chew one, Wonka gum may cause-”

Tim stared at the TV. “That was strange,” he said and turned it off before the announcer could finish. 

“Yeah… it kinda is. I think bought a pack of that at the grocer’s yesterday,” she said and reached for her purse on the floor. After a few moments digging, she was rewarded with a small blue pack of gum. With a quick snap of her wrist, she tossed it to Tim. “You can have some if you want,” she said, refastening her bra and buttoning her shirt. 

Tim squinted and read the small packet. “Wonak’s amazing blueberry gum. Guaranteed to turn your tongue blue and then some. Warning: never chew more than one piece at a time.” He paused and looked up at Sarah. “Huh! Whatever! I never chew less than three pieces at a time. Gum always looses its flavor too fast.”

Sarah snatched the pack away from him, “Wasteful, you’re not going to chew up all my gum! Here, I’ll give you two,” she said and tossed the little, paper-wrapped cubes to him. She unwrapped a piece for herself and looked at it for a moment. It was just a small, blue square in her hand, it seemed there was nothing special about it. She held it up to her nose and sniffed. It strongly smelled like the sweetest, juiciest blueberries ever to be picked. She popped it in her mouth and. started chewing.

“Mmmm! This is really good,” Tim smacked noisily on his wad of gum, a little dribble of blue juice running out the corner of his mouth.

“Isn’t it though? I can’t believe they’d make something this delicious!” Sarah’s eyes lit up with the flavor of the fantastic gum she was chewing. She lost herself for a moment in the reverie of flavor.

“I’m going to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back,” Tim grunted as he got up from the couch.

“Thanks for sharing,” Sarah said. “Just don’t get stuck!” They both laughed at her joke.

Tim walked off to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him. Sarah sat on the couch, chewing her gum and looking at the strange candy wrapper. Suddenly, the gum seemed to explode with even more flavor in her mouth. “Mmm, blueberries!” Sarah moaned in delight. She chewed vigorously as the gum’s intense blueberry flavor got stronger and stronger with each mouthful of juice she swallowed. As she chewed, she noticed something on the wrapper Tim hadn’t. In small print under the warning it read, The Wonka Candy Corporation is not liable for any adverse effects of this product. May cause bluing, bloating, and/or exploding. If symptoms present themselves call a doctor immediately.

“Weird,” she said taking note of the disclaimer, “They’re really trying to sell this Wonka blueberry angle, aren’t they?” Unfortunately Sarah failed to notice what was happening to her skin. It had started as a light blush and then darkened into a blue hue. By the time she realized this was happening, her body was a royal sapphire from head to toe. Her hair remained it’s Irish red, a stark contrast to her blue skin. Even her freckles, it seemed, had turned a dark blue. “What the hell!” She gasped and lifted up her shirt to see her blue tummy reflecting the light from the windows. Her pink bra was another contrast of color on her azure body. Covering what she could only imagine was a pair of dark blue breasts.

A rumbling pressure welled up inside the bottom of her tummy. She felt like she had eaten an entire Thanksgiving meal. Her stomach gave a tremendous groan that rolled into a bubbling gurgle and her hand instinctively flew to her navel. Her stomach made another groan and then lurched forward. Sarah shook on the couch in shock as her stomach continued to slowly grow outward. She gritted her teeth from the uncomfortable bloating in her belly. She placed both her hands on her expanding girth now and tried to push it back in. She gasped as her belly grew heavier and tighter. The springs in the couch squeaked in pain under Sarah’s expanding frame. Her shirt started pulling up over her swollen belly, her bellybutton looked like a deep, violet dimple in the turgid dome rising in front of Sarah like a firm, blue ball. She desperately tried to pull her shirt back down, but soon her hands could no longer touch and the waist and belt of her pants was becoming unbearably tight. She whimpered as her shirt popped back up around her chest with a snap. 

Her growing fear had made her deaf to the moans and cries coming from the bathroom. She lay back on the couch rubbing her belly in panic until a shrill cry  from the hallway snapped her out of her trance.

“Sarah, heeeeelp!” Tim shrieked from behind the door. Sarah jumped to her feet and almost fell down, the juice inside her sloshing with momentum. She stood there for a moment; her unsupported belly was hanging much lower now. She was relieved her breasts weren’t pushing into her face, but her belt was now excruciatingly tight around her growing curves. She winced and bit her lip as her belt groaned louder and louder. She balled her fists up, it was almost more than she could bear. She felt so full and the belt was so tight on her, holding her back painfully. Again her belt groaned. It was louder this time as the leather stretched thinner and thinner. Sarah became afraid that it was her body making those noises. She waddled in place, heavily rocking from one foot to the other, anxiously waiting for the belt to release her. She slowly waddled toward the bathroom, but the legs of her pants were getting tighter by the moment. The outside seams of her jeans ripped near the belt, forming two dark blue triangles of bulging flesh. Her thighs were starting to rub together even as they spread apart. She could feel her ass growing fat and heavy. She tried to look back over her shoulder, but couldn’t see what was happening. Her ass had become two, tight orbs pressing against the ass of her pants.

Sarah felt like she had been waddling for miles, she was so heavy, and it was so hard to keep her balance as she rocked from left to right, her arms stuck out at her sides for balance. Her blue gut was hanging over her belt neatly three feet and her pants had shredded up her cone shaped legs all the way to her plump knees. She had moved about four feet when her belt began to squeak louder than before. Sarah stopped moving, her body sloshing a good ten seconds after. She felt a fluttering against her massive belly and BANG! The belt exploded off of Sarah’s body and sent her bouncing into a wall.

“Oomph!” she groaned bouncing back as her body expanded rapidly without the belt’s resistance. Her belly flooded through her pants, popping the button and ripping the zipper open so fast her pants ripped open from the crotch to her ass. The massive blue swell of her belly poured out of the gaping V in her pants. Her groin and ass quickly flooded with juice, her legs began ripping the seams farther down as they swelled. Dark, blue flesh bulged out of the holes in her pants. Her ass was now two massive orbs with tight cotton panties stretched over them like a ridiculous thong. Her feet were getting very cramped in her shoes and she could feel her socks rolling down her fattening calves as her pants ripped apart.

When she finally reached the bathroom door, she could hear a loud, rolling gurgle sound, but it wasn’t coming from her. The carpet in front of the door was wet with something. A dark blue puddle spread from under the bathroom door. The carpet felt wet and sticky underneath Sarah. She grimaced as she felt another gallon of juice fill her aching body. “Tim?” She moaned. Her breasts were starting to grow now. Her pink bra quickly grew tight. Another rolling gurgle tumbled around in the lake of juice inside her belly. She tried to rub her gut, but her arms wouldn’t bend any farther. They were becoming fat, blue sausages that were ripping the seams of her shirtsleeves. Her shirt was becoming tight around her swelling bust. She felt absolutely stuffed as her legs started to become absorbed into her lower half. 

There was no answer for a long time. “Sarah?“ Tim screamed again. 

“Tim!” Sarah cried out helplessly. She gritted her teeth.

“Help me! Please!” The next second there was a rumble from inside the bathroom. 

She felt the floor shake and fearfully tried to tilt her body downward enough that she could reach the doorknob. “Damn!” She moaned as she missed the first try. Her ass was joining the lower orb of her belly. It became nothing more than a tightly pucker hole dimpling the lower swell of her shape. She rocked again on her tottering legs. They were nothing more than her shins, but now they were easily three feet wide where they met her belly. Again she missed. The groaning and whimpers from behind the door had become more desperate. She tried one more time, managing to click the door knob as her feet left the ground and her pussy pressed firmly into the floor. Sarah moaned in pleasure a little as her juicy clit rubbed the carpet through her stretching panties, they were instantly soaked by the warm, sticky puddle of juice soaking the carpet. She moaned a little and bit down on her bottom lip. The door violently swung open, almost toppling Sarah’s rounding form. She was met with a wall of blue flesh that blocked nearly the entire doorway. “TIM!” she screamed in horror.

“S-Sarah! Help me! I’m getting too big! I‘m so full” Tim moaned and flapped his hands helplessly. His body groaned as his tight skin stretched like rubber. He was firmly wedged inside the walls of the bathroom. He felt so incredibly tight and full. He was quickly swelling out through the doorframe and the walls of the bathroom were vainly trying to contain his girth. His body rumbled with a rolling gurgle as thousands of gallons of juice shifted under high pressure inside Tim’s churning body. 

Almost transfixed by the immense, blue blob her boyfriend was becoming, Sarah failed to notice the changes that were occurring to her own body. Her ample breasts had swollen up into her face, her immense belly forcing them higher as she bloated with juice. Her arms, like her legs, were fat, blue cones; she wiggled them in circles and flapped her hands as she tried to hold her balance. Her back and her ass were filling up now and her clothes were at their breaking point. Sarah felt another wave of juice welling up, her body surged out violently; knocking her off of her swollen feet. She fell onto her bloated ass and back. Again she felt the wet carpet under her. Her clothes ripped and popped at the seams as the stitches, one by one, were overcome by the copious amount of flesh filling them. Sarah tried to cry out for help, but her cheeks had swollen up like two soccer balls. All she could do now was move her eyes frantically left and right. It was becoming harder to flap her hands as her body became more spherical, like a real blueberry.

Sarah lay on her back, gently rocking with the tide of juice inside her, for what seemed like hours. She was becoming absolutely turgid with juice. She could feel her body running out of room. What was it like for poor Tim? Sarah thought. There was no doubt in her mind that Tim was going to explode soon. His body was making louder, more frightening sounds. His screams had died down as the swelling juice overtook his face. His cheeks were twice the size of Sarah’s. He could no longer see as his eyes were forced shut in a swollen squint. He moaned loudly from behind his fat face, chewing on the wad of gum with unwavering gusto. He had long ago given up trying to spit it out. He felt his face press into the ceiling of the bathroom. The walls began to creak, adding to the cacophony of noises the humungous man-berry was making. Tim moaned louder but was drowned out by ominous gurgling deep inside his swelling mass.

Sarah winced as the gum filled her with more juice. How could Tim be so huge? Felt so absolutely full. Her belly felt so bloated, the gentle tickle of a fly landing on her would make her burst, she just knew it! Suddenly, she noticed the gum lose its taste. A few seconds later, she felt the swelling stop. She rocked with untold gallons of juice, her hands balled into pudgy fists in anticipation of what would come next.

The loud groaning and gurgling continued for another five minutes. Tim wasn’t getting any bigger, though. It was only a matter of time now. He had lost himself in the unbearable pressure and tightness. He continued chewing like a dumb cow, his only hope was there was enough left in the blue wad to finish him. He chewed and flexed his hands. He wasn’t sure where his hands were now, but he could feel them pressing against the walls. He moaned again, the pressure was getting worse. His body began to pulse and groan. The house began to shake as joints and walls began to buckle and break open. Tim’s massive body forced out through gaps in the walls as he forced his way through the ceiling. Tm was conscious of the musty smell and itch of insulation in the attic for a few moments before his body let go with a mighty tide of juice. The force blew the house apart and flooded a good part of the neighborhood ankle-deep with juice.

Sarah was blown through the front wall of the house and bounced off the big Elm in the front yard. She spun like a child’s ball on the soggy, blue lawn before finally coming to a stop. She bobbed on her belly in front of what used to be her boyfriend’s parents’ house. She was absolutely helpless and covered with juice from Tim. She cried little blue tears as she heard the wail of an ambulance coming. Sarah looked into the eyes of a little girl, her dress soaked in juice, who had wandered up. She had abandoned her tricycle and slowly walked up to the groaning, giant blueberry. The little girl reached out her hand, pointer finger extended, and gave Sarah a firm POKE! 

Sarah winced. She tried to bite her swollen bottom lip and balled up her swollen hands. It hurt so much, and she could feel the juice being displaced by the little brat’s finger, but she held. People began to come out of their houses to see what was happening. The loud explosion had, no doubt, alerted them to the emergency. Sarah heard the paramedics finally arrive. She moaned in relief behind her engorged cheeks.

“Hey get out of her, kid!” She heard one man’s voice. “Holy shit! She came this close to rolling over that rake!” Sarah’s mind swam at these words. She felt her stomach, somewhere inside the turgid orb she had become; ball up from a numbing feeling of vulnerability. I almost rolled over a rake? ROLLED! She began crying again, harder this time.

“Copy that dispatch, we’re on site. It’s another code blue. Send flatbed for pickup!” Sarah was horrified by the second man’s voice. A flatbed? How could she be that big? She continued crying as the paramedics began to roll her toward the curb. A crowd began to form around her as she waited for the truck to come.