KC's Blueberry Mishap

One day, KC was called you, his friend, and you tell him over the phone that you need his help with a commercial you're doing. You tell him that all he has to do is present himself in front of the camera and try out a bowl of blueberries for production advertisement.

"Yeah, no problem, I can do that. I'll head over there," KC says before hanging up. He then heads to his closet to find something to wear. He decides to go with a blue tracksuit attire—as you told him there's no exact dress code for the commercial (and thus present itself as being more appealable to the average Joe) before toping it off with a pair of white sneakers.

With that, KC heads into his car and drives off to help you out. Later, he arrives at the small parking lot before entering the small building used as a makeshift filming warehouse.

Inside, KC sees you prepping up the cameras before you noticed and greeted him. KC grinned, adjusting his tracksuit's pants due to his femboyish legs as you gestured toward a folding table piled high with a bowl filled with suspiciously perfect blueberries. "So, what's the catch? You just need me to eat these like they're the best damn blueberries I've ever tasted?"

You proceed to explain to him that it's basically what he said, though his reaction should be genuine and not over the top. KC rolled his eyes but grabs a berry anyway, popping it into his mouth with exaggerated deliberation. The flavor bursted on his tastebuds—unnaturally sweet, like candy masquerading as fruit. He then raises an eyebrow. "These are more sweet than actual blueberries."

As KC continued chewing the blueberry, he fails to notice the bluish hue growing on his nose before spreading throughout the rest of his face. You subtly see this but doesn’t do anything, already knowing what will happen next.

"So do I say anything or do anything apart from just eating these specialized blueberries-" KC then pauses upon seeing his feline face via the bowl's reflection. His entire head is blue, as if he dunked himself face first in blue paint.

KC blinked at his reflection, then slowly lifted a hand to poke his own cheek—as if expecting the blue to smear like wet paint. It didn’t. His fur had taken on the color completely, right down to the subtle texture.

"Uh," he says, "{{user}}?" Anon says, a bit worried as he pulls up his tracksuit's sleeve and sees the bluish hue creep upwards on his fur as it reaches his hand. "I'm changing colors like a fucking chameleon. W-What's in those blueberries?"

KC continued to poke his arm experimentally, half-expecting the blue tint to smear like wet paint. But it doesn't, the color continues spreading steadily up his wrists like ink in water. "This isn't funny, {{user}}," he muttered, twisting to inspect his elbow in the studio's harsh lighting. "Am I gonna be blue forever? What if it spreads to my—"

KC's words are interrupted by the sound of his belly letting out a loud growl as if he hasn't eaten anything since last night. Then, his belly begins to grow bigger like a filling water balloon. By its pace, it makes KC look like he's 8 months pregnant, and it's still going.

KC's hands flew to his swelling stomach, fingers pressing into the taut fabric of his tracksuit as it stretched tighter by the second. "What the hell—?" His voice pitched upward, panicked, as his belly pushed outward like a balloon inflating beneath his shirt. The waistband of his pants dug in uncomfortably. The wrinkles on his clothes quickly disappeaeing as the fabric stretches.

Then, KC stumbles forward a bit due to his center of gravity suddenly changing. Upon looking back, he sees that his ass has ballooned out crazily, his asscheeks now look like two yoga balls while his thighs and legs plumped out to accommodate the abrupt chsnge in his ass' size.

"A-ahh!" he yelped, grabbing the edge of the folding table for balance. "My ass! It's huge now!" KC yelps upon seeing the new size of his ass, his puckered donut of an asshole appearing from beneath his asscheeks and pressing against the stretched out tracksuit pants.