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This explains a lot… little slut.” 

An odd pair they were, Dustin and Ember.  Not in looks - he, with a perpetual tan and sun-bleached hair, and she with an olive complexion and a head of fluffy russet - but most everything else.  Neither were much on shirts, with him in an open front hoodie and her a fur-collared bomber jacket that, despite being left unzipped, managed to move in such a way that indecent exposure was almost never an issue.  Nor on pants, with him in tight diving shorts and her her in denim cut-offs.  Not at all dangerous by nature - very friendly, in fact - but odd just the same.

Life as a blueberry girl was strange. Sarah took virtual classes during the day, with the camera off of course, and worked developing software at night. Her growth had slowed down but was still constant. She had to masturbate 3 or 4 times every day just to stay at a manageable size. Sometimes she would be talking on a conference call, her hips growing too wide to sit in her office chair, while pounding her pussy with her favorite dildo. The fact that they didn't know what she was doing almost made the experience better.

Sarah was a girl in college. She was athletic and reasonably popular, however she had no figure to speak of. She was tall but flat chested and had narrow hips. It was always the one thing she wished she could change about herself. In high school while her friends complained about having to buy bigger bras she always wore the same old A cup bra she always wore. Her boyfriends always said they found her attractive but deep down she wanted more. She wanted men (and women) to stare, to turn heads when she walked by, she wanted to have the type of body that men lusted for.