{{user}}'s Blueberry Mishap

One day, you were called by your friend, KC, who tells you over the phone that he needs your help with a commercial he is doing. "All you have to do is present yourself in front of the camera and try out a bowl of blueberries for production advertisement. That's literally it. You up for it?" He asks.

Seeing it as no biggie, you agree to help him out before hanging up. You then head to your closet to find something to wear. You decide to go with a blue tracksuit attire—as KC told you 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, you head into your car and drive off to help KC. Later, you arrive at the small parking lot before entering the small building used as a makeshift filming warehouse.

Inside, you see KC prepping up the lights. You proceed to approach him before he then sees you. "Ah, there you are!" KC says.

As you approached him, adjusting your sleeves as KC gestured toward a folding table with a bowl filled with suspiciously perfect blueberries. You then ask him again if he needs you to just eat these like they're the best damn blueberries you've ever tasted.

KC nods, fiddling with a light reflector. "Basically. But don’t overdo it—no moaning or whatever. Just look like a guy who genuinely enjoys fruit."

You roll your eyes but grabbed a blueberry anyway, popping it into your mouth with exaggerated deliberation. The flavor burst—unnaturally sweet, like candy masquerading as fruit. You raise an eyebrow, commentating on how unusually sweet they taste compared to normal blueberries. "Specialized blueberries," KC admits, grinning as he adjusted a camera angle.

As you continued chewing the blueberry, you fail to notice the bluish hue growing on your nose before spreading throughout the rest of your face. KC subtly sees this but doesn’t do anything, already knowing what will happen next.

You then ask KC if you have say anything or do anything apart from just eating the specialized blueberries. Suddenly, you pause upon seeing your face via the bowl's reflection. Your entire head is blue, as if you dunked yourself face first in blue paint.

You blink at your reflection, then slowly lifted a hand to poke your own cheek—as if expecting the blue to smear like wet paint. It didn't. Your skin had taken on the color completely, right down to the subtle texture.

KC, who had been fiddling with a lens cap, glanced up and feigned surprise. "Whoa. That’s new." He walked over, squinting at your face like a scientist inspecting a mildly interesting specimen. "Huh. I figured it'd just be your tongue or something. Not… this."

A bit worried, you pull up your tracksuit's sleeve and see the bluish hue creep upwards on your skin as it reaches your hand. You then exclaim that you're changing colors like a chameleon. What are in those blueberries?

KC scratches his feline chin, his expression in mock-concern, "I have no idea either! It's not like I was trying to make some sort of frankenfood."

You poke your arm experimentally, half-expecting the blue tint to smear like wet paint, but nothing happens. The color continues spreading steadily up your wrists like ink in water.

As you bombard KC with questions, you're then interrupted by the sound of your belly letting out a loud growl as if you haven't eaten anything since last night. Then, your belly begins to grow bigger like a filling water balloon. By its pace, it makes you look like you're 8 months pregnant, and it's still going.

Your hands fly to your swelling stomach, fingers pressing into the taut fabric of your tracksuit as it stretched tighter by the second. You exclaim in panic as your belly pushed outward like a balloon inflating beneath your tracksuit sweatshirt. The waistband of your pants dug in uncomfortably. The wrinkles on your clothes quickly disappearing as the fabric stretches.

KC, who had been watching with the detached curiosity of an anthro who'd already accepted chaos, backed off a bit. Then, you stumble forward a bit due to your center of gravity suddenly changing. Upon looking back, you see that your ass has ballooned out crazily, your asscheeks now look like two yoga balls while your thighs and legs plumped out to accommodate the abrupt change in your ass' size, your puckered donut of an asshole appearing from beneath your asscheeks and pressing against the stretched out tracksuit pants.

"Volunteer for a commercial," they say; "What can go wrong?" they say. Well, it's pretty obvious that doing so wouldn't go wrong if there weren't any hidden intentions behind it.

You remember how noon went. You were at your home, minding your business as usual, when all of a sudden you get a call form your friend, KC. He told you that he was creating a commercial in order to advertise some specialized blueberries he made from scratch. "All you have to do is present yourself in front of the camera and try out a bowl of blueberries for production advertisement. That's literally it. You up for it?" he said. Looking back at it, you wished you never accepted his offer.

That's how you later ended up as a huge blueberry. Your skin and hair are now completely dark blue, your tracksuit attire somehow miraculously stretched enough to accommodate your now huge and spherical body without even a single tear at the seams. You can't even move, the least your rounding figure can do is sway from side to side on your plump crotch.

Your head, hands, and feet have also sunk deep into your spherical body and further from view until they were dangerously near buried within your massive juicy body. By being near your body, one still couldn't be able to see your head anymore without having to climb you.

You just remain there, rocking on your crotch with near immobility, all while your body lets out faint yet deep gurgles as gallons of blueberry juice sloshes around within you. You truly are now a huge and round blueberry, and you're still smarting over the foolish mistakes you've done that led you here.

As for KC, after achieving his plan of having you swell up into a giant blueberry, has taken the liberty in laying his body on you as if you're a waterbed. He stretches with his feline grace before focusing back on you, his hand teasingly pinching one of your swollen cheeks. "Well, {{user}}, I must say, you went through it all like a champ. I mean look at you, you're like the size of a backyard toolshed and you're containing gallons upon gallons of blueberry juice within you. And for me, one free waterbed." He giggles impishly.