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I looked into the wide mirror that had taken over half of the wall inside of my bedroom as I gave my figure an inspection. A polo shirt made out of the material of several other polo shirts stitched together and made to look like a passable shirt. Pants that barely reached over my lower half but also looked like they were glued onto me. So much so you could see my visible panty line with such definition you could have used it as a template to tailor a pair for yourself, potentially to use as a parachute or a gazebo cover. You could even get the material correct too, a full two inches (maybe more) of my actual underwear was on display. White cotton peeking out as if they wanted to wave hello to the world with a sense of elasticity I could only wish my black work pants would attempt. The fact I had a uniform that fit a girl of my shape and size was a miracle in itself. Between the shirt and pants combo was a massive blue band of skin left uncovered. It was hard to tell where the belly ended and the hips began. It was a harsh reminder of what had happened to me.

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I can still feel the cold kiss of the electrode pads, wired up to various expensive machines and monitors in the hospital room as my body was handled. I couldn't move my legs. I couldn't move my arms. I was trapped in my own body. Flapping my hands, kicking my feet, writhing my head in this divot that had been created from my own body. What was worse was not knowing the extent of what was going on beyond this violent reaction to a piece of candy I had eaten. The sensation inside of my own body didn't even feel like an illness. No panting, no coughing, no wheezing, no itching. Just swelling. And not even like that of like an uncomfortable bloated sensation. Just this soft stretching. But I knew what was happening wasn't supposed to be happening. None of this was. The last thing I remembered before waking up was someone physically pushing me. I hadn't knocked my head on anything either. It was the shock. The realisation.

I was a blueberry.

It still sounds like the most insane, stupid thing to say. A blueberry. I had inflated like a balloon, full of fruit juice. Until I was a blueberry. There's no artistic or colourful way of saying it. When I woke up in the hospital room I had even tried to convince myself it was all some bizarre dream. But I couldn't even rub my eyes to clear them. This was real. I was really an actual blueberry. My skin had this deep, rich and natural cobalt kind of blue. The smell of fruit punched my nostrils in every gasp I took. I couldn't even describe how I was feeling physically because I just felt... big. How do you describe “big”? Round. Large. Immense. No pain. Just... big. Six to seven foot tall, at least foot taller plus than I once was. And exactly the same size wide.

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I took what felt like only a few seconds to make sure I looked as... presentable as possible. The highest level of appearance I could achieve at such a size, especially with the Dr. Seuss style contraptions I had to have built just for the mammoth task of dressing me. It helps when a company is so scared of bad press or even a lawsuit they're willing to bend over backwards just to accommodate you. At least up until the point when you ask for cash money.

HONK

I'd completely lost myself in thought, completely forgot I had to go to work today. I was in a bind when it came to my job. Blimp Burgers couldn't fire me just because I had gotten myself turned into a human-fruit hybrid, and I didn't want to quit because “becoming a blueberry” was, ironically, covered in red tape when it came to government issued disability checks. It wasn't on a list of approved disabilities, but I couldn't be fired or be made redundant purely because my mobility had been reduced. I get fired, the company is liable. I quit, the company wash their hands of me and I have no money. I'd blame the capitalist machine when in reality it was a candy machine that caused this drama in the first place. I haven't even used physical cash in years, I haven't even been able to reach my purse.

I waddled out, step by step, from my ground floor apartment. I had to move the doors out the way using nothing but my girth, but it worked. My apartment was quite clearly the most modern of the row you could see. A refurbished door complete with voice activated lock.

“Door. Lock.” *Kachunk*.

If I was a little kid I'd be thrilled. It's a lot more humiliating than one would think having to bleat out orders because your hand is a yard away from the lock. I waddled out the back, and spied my ride. A white van with the doors wide open and a long, gentle slope for me to waddle up. Waddling as a sphere sounds awkward. That's because it is. Learning how to waddle is akin to wearing high heels for the first time. It's awkward. Stumbling, pivoting, but the worst you'll get with high heels is a slightly embarrassing stumble. Mess up waddling and you're tipped onto your body like a discarded turtle hoping you can either toe-poke yourself back upright or hope someone is understanding enough to help a gigantic alien looking piece of talking fruit back onto her feet. Not that I have a lot of experience with that... just enough to last me the rest of my life.

The candy company had a driver specially pick me up just to take me to the luxurious destination of “Blimp Burgers” in the back of a van that smelled like wet carpet. I wasn't even afforded the lavishness of a window. In hindsight I was putting a lot of trust in a random stranger picking me up every shift in a sketchy white van. It wasn't always the same stranger either, and I never really spoke to them, if see them at all. I just know the one who wears a red hat is called Larry. This wasn't Larry. The van didn't have seatbelts, but was fitted with this strange vice-like apparatus. It was like being hugged into safety, which always felt weird when going over a pothole because it felt like I was going to pop out and pinball around the small space provided.

Half an hour of driving and muffled 90's pop from the cab's radio later, we arrived. The doors popped open automatically, the slow reveal of the ramp making itself known, going as fast as a battered white vans battery would let it. I waddled out and went through the start of my day rituals. Something I had gotten used to by now, despite the absurdity of it all. Remembering back when it was a lot simpler, but also remembering when I thought I'd never do this again. Never have this sense of humanity, even has a human fruit.

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The incident... a few days had passed since I initially expanded. I was stuck in the corner of a soulless room, on my back, unable to do anything. They had a TV and a remote dangling from a wire at my side that I had forgotten was there purely because I was still so stunned. Even the sense of time had been taken from me. The hospital room I was in had bright lights but no windows. No nurse or doctor or... anyone had directly spoken to me. Maybe because I was too busy whimpering and panicking. Maybe because “What's happened to me, what's going on?” over and over again got to them to the point no one really cared any more.

My first real human interaction after inflating into a blueberry was with Dr. Fowler. He looked like a doctor you could pluck out of a royalty free image. Lab coat, professional demeanour, white hair with male pattern baldness. He approached me with hands around his back. I was just lay there. I was still wearing the same pink underwear I was wearing when I was rolled out. I wasn't sure where the rest of my clothes were but they were most likely scattered across the ground in various places like a laundry hamper had exploded in the middle of that damn factory. T-shirt fabric, patches of denim. My favourite studded belt. All probably in the lost and found or repurposed as cleaning cloths. Along with the panties I also was oh-so *generously* given a medical gown, which looked like a cartoonishly large napkin that formed a triangle. It just about covered my nipples and nothing else.

I didn't have many tears left to shed at this point. The TV was at least angled so, with my left side obscured by my own ripe body, I could watch some absolutely trash television. “You are not the father” style trash. That was on the right side of my body. The doctor was on my left. I just silently stayed focused on this woman on a talk show who had fourteen kids from twelve different fathers, wondering if even she was more fortunate than I was.

“How are you feeling?” was his first words. He spoke in a rather professional tone. As one would expect from any doctor. But I had no answer. I had so many emotions, any words I wanted to say to him got stuck on the way out, so I remained silent. A few awkward seconds later he spoke again. “It's important to me that you listen to what I have to say. It's referring to your condition.” the bass of his aged voice made it easier to listen to than the TV, but I didn't know what else there was to say about my condition. I've been a ripe piece of fruit for days and I've not even been given the decency of being allowed to remain mobile. I sighed heavily, which the doctor took as a sign to continue. “The candy that you took has essentially restructured your entire body. It's hard to know the extent of it, but it's at a stage where we there isn't much else we can do. There's too much fluid in you to draw it out naturally, and the juice wants to remain inside of your body in order to keep it fresh.” I wasn't sure if he was describing me as a patient or a piece of produce. But I had a sinking feeling I knew where he was going with this. I had to say my piece before he went further.

“This is... permanent, then.”

“For the time being, yes. This is permanent.”

The P word. Permanent. Forever. Eternity. No longer would I be human. I was dreading hearing the word come another persons mouth but when he said it I just felt empty. Ironically empty for being so full. I'd almost come to terms with it over the days I'd been laid on my back.

“Isn't there anything? Can't you just poke me with a huge pin or something?” I felt stupid saying it. But it genuinely felt like maybe just jabbing me with something sharp could cause me to leak it out like a small hole in a pipe.

“That's not only risky but might not even do anything at all. You still have some human like elements. But your skin is stretched, it's quite taut in fact. There's no solid evidence that jabbing you with a needle will cause any effect at all, or if it'll cause you to rupture li-”

“Rupture? Explode? You're telling me I could pop like a fucking party balloon?”

“Could. But that's a risk we're not willing to take.” At that moment I genuinely felt like asking for it. Just poke me with a needle. I don't have any life after this moment anyway. Maybe it'll be fun? A hoot? Popping balloons is always a fun time at children's parties. Who knows.

“Can't I just... leak it out? Lactate?”

“Not possible. You're dry as a bone on the outside, and there's nothing really of note for us to squeeze to even stimulate natural lactation. You're not a mother either. The surface area of your chest is completely flat so even trying might cause skin irriation.” I was an early bloomer throughout my youth so to be called “flat” for a change felt like a gutpunch I wasn't expecting. Going from having the biggest in class to nothing at all. I was teased for it and now it's gone I was straight up missing it. I wanted to go back in time and hug all those that called me names just because I would have the arms to hug them with. But nothing could stop the truth. This was permanent.

“We'll still be working on trying things out but I wouldn't hold your breath. The best we can afford is to give you as much aid as we can on behalf of the company.”

“Aid? Aid!? That's all you can offer? I'm a blueberry. I ought to sue your freakin' asses!” I was angry before when they were working on me. I was in such denial at what at happened I woke up from dazes hoping it was all a dream. This was the first time since I had first inflated when I had it bubble up, but my heart sank when the doctor went into his inside pocket, holding up a sign.

[WARNING: Experimental Candy. Not fit for human consumption.]

“Granted, this sign wasn't properly visible, but it was put up. Legally, we're not liable. But... we understand if this situation wasn't correctly...”

“Wait a second, “We?” I thought you were a doctor...!”

“I am.” he spoke immediately as if to cut me off. But something smelt fishy. At least it would if it didn't smell like sweet blueberries.

“Then who's “We?””

“I work for the candy company. Sometimes things go awry. You're technically still in the factory building. This is our medical bay.” My whole understanding of the situation went completely upside down. “We can't really roll in a gigantic piece of fruit into a real hospital. They have no real room or facilities for you.” I was stunned into a silence after that. I let out a few whimpers. “Gigantic piece of fruit” rattled in my head on repeat, I didn't really listen to much after that.

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I waddled through the cargo entrance of my workplace, a few of the workers waving hello to me. I could tell a few of them still weren't settled on my appearance, even after seeing me a dozen or more times like this. A driver I was unfamiliar with gave me a half wave as if to say “Goodness gracious look at that ripe body.” I clocked in and waddled my body through the double-wide hallway. The only bright spot about being this size in such a job meant I didn't have to work the register. I was too big to fit behind it. But this just meant my only job for the time being was drive-thru order taking and occasional stock management. I was about to waddle around the corner before I felt someone bounce against my body with an oddly satisfying BWUMP, knocking the poor fellow staff member backwards.

“Sorry, I...”

He looked up at me. I looked down at him. His body was obscured by my round blue belly but I instantly recognised that messy brown hair and that goofy grin.

“Clyde!?” I spoke with a cheery tone. But he was just gave me a long stare. Clyde was someone I was good friends with. In fact he was my only real friend in the place, considering we were trainees together. He kept me calm when I narrowly avoided being decapitated by a Sprite can flying at my head on my third day. We used to go over to the arcade of pay-days. But I had genuinely thought he had quit after he changed shifts. He had to for some reason or another, it was the last we ever spoke. His shift finished at nine o'clock in the morning. Mine started at ten. We never really talked after that so to see him again was amazing.

Until the realisation came crashing down. This was the first time Clyde had seen me since I turned into a blueberry. And it showed on his face. I'd run away if I could but I was too big and round to attempt such a thing. I had to just drink in the bitter awkwardness. He stood himself up and brushed himself down.

“Did uh...” he scratched his head in confusion. “Did you gain a little weight...?” he had that goofy ass smirk on his face again. I wanted to punch him or hug him and I had the reach to do neither. His face wasn't completely relaxed. It was obvious my new size had taken him by surprise. “Yeah, uh, sorry about the whole... wow. They were not kidding. You actually are a blueberry. I thought it was a metaphor or something, but this? I kinda want to roll you into a blender and make smoothies.” I was taken aback as of how well he was taking this. At least he was warned about my figure at least, as most were. But his probably ranks in the top three reactions of seeing me as a blueberry. (Terrence gets special mention because he still pretends I'm human to a fault. I'm not sure if he's doing it to patronise me or wondering if I can just ignore my body so hard I can grow my mobility back but he's a good egg.).

“If you have any questions feel free to ask.” I answered. I could tell even in my own voice that I wasn't the same old girl and Clyde noticed that. As cheeky as this boy was he could tell what mood I was just by looking. Even hungry.

“...listen, I'm actually partnered up with you today on Drive-Thru. Me and Geraldine switched shifts for a few days so my ears are open or whatever.” I silently celebrated to myself. It wasn't uncommon for drive-thru's to be a two or even three man operation, but Geraldine seemed to think putting the headset on was like hammering something into a wall. My head was the only think that didn't change with my inflation aside from my hands and feet. It's just blue now, not any bigger. I keep telling her this but she still treats me like I'm a stuck nail. “This is all just... new to me.” he gestured as if he was holding a ball. I wasn't sure what he was going for but I appreciate the attempt. “So do I call you “Blueberry Girl” now or?”

“Cara is fine.” I replied, and I smiled. I actually smiled. A genuine one. How long has it been since I did that?

“Do you need me to pull your pants up or are we bringing back that 90's exposed underwear style back? That's been due for a comeback for years.”

“Shut up.” I playfully reply as I waddled into my little-but-large office style booth, Clyde following me in. Work day was about to start.

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When operating a drive-thru, you have to balance a lot of tasks. You have to listen to the order, prepare the order, give the order to the customer, and also have to deal with the customer themselves. The job would be kind of Zen if it weren't for the customers. Operating the drive-thru as a human fruit eliminates the preparing and giving part and yet somehow it's harder. Mostly due to impulses. The mere act of putting food in a bag is an impossibility as a blueberry, and it becomes even more aggravating when you have Auntie Wine-Mom and her five little terrors whining in a car that their Blimpy Kidz meals haven't been made in record time. It becomes a fruitless task. Ironic when you're a giant fruit. You have to awkwardly observe as your co-workers do all the jobs for you while you flap your little blue hands in gestures in hopes they know what they're doing.

Clyde was a good worker, don't get me wrong. Or at least I'll defend him as such because he's not a jerk. But it was clear this was his first time navigating the kitchens with a gigantic blue obstacle in the way. I was a lot more mobile than I was after I had first inflated all that time ago.

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I'd say one of the more questionable things about living my life as a piece of fruit is me wanting to stay moving. Mobile. Lay on my back for the rest of my life, that was a kind of hell I didn't want to live. A prisoner in my own body. Especially as I could technically still move if rolled onto my feet.

The staff at the factory had arranged some sort of rehabilitation. Akin to when someone damages their legs in an accident. Along with the patronising “take it slow, you can do it” treatment one would expect. But mentally I suppose it helped to have a goal. The desire to gain mobility and the last strand of independence I had left was overwhelming, silencing the temptation to call it quits. Waddling, feeling my immense figure feel both sloshy, yet taut. Watching as my spherical body refused to change shape, but the liquid contents inside were swirling and sloshing like I was a human snowglobe. I could feel the weight. Each waddle-step forward took a whole ten seconds, which doesn't sound like a lot at first glance. But imagine. Moving from room to room. Ten seconds a step adds up big time. It took me shy of ten minutes to get from one end of a room to the next at first. I wanted to speed things up, but you're reminded pretty quickly of your shape when you feel yourself jerking forward, ready to roll over. During my rehab that happened once or twice and the feeling of utter helplessness is incredibly depressing. My resentment for the staff still came up in my head despite their patience with me.

I managed to cut my time down from the ten minute mark to just short of a minute. It's still fifty times slower than an average human, but I'm fairly sure I was the fastest fruit alive at that point. Knowing the progress I was making kept me sane. There were a few moments where I thought that being a blueberry might not be too bad. Just... an overwhelming overhaul of how I live my life from that moment on. That's all! But that focus on remaining mobile kept me distracted.

The people running the rehab were fairly okay. I'd imagine they'd make great motivational speakers but unless they can bellow out a speech that causes the juice inside of me to disappear they weren't much use to me other than background noise. They had decked me out in this tacky blue tracksuit that didn't do much other than make me look like I had missed one too many gym sessions. Stretchy fabric could only stretch so far and it showed. I still looked like a bowling ball and my belly and my underwear were still peaking out like unwelcome guests at a party.

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Clyde rushed around, “Where's the Fun Toy?”

“On the counter, it's in front of you.” I remarked, gesturing vaguely to the pink toys in front of him.

“The boys Fun Toy.” he replied still looking around like he had lost a contact lens. I half wanted to say “just give them the pink toy” but I know not to rustle the feathers of a lunch time mom.

“Here.” I pointed to my right-hand side. “Next to my belly.”

He reached forward hesitantly, stretching forward like he was about to handle a bomb wire. He'd been acting like that all day. Our reunion was fun at first, but we only had five minutes to catch up on old times before cars were starting to line up. I knew that we weren't going to get a break in service for another few hours after that. But I suppose no one had ever mentioned that something was “next to their belly” before. There were a lot of things next to my belly. It's a big belly. The one positive? I got my headset placed onto me rather than slammed into place. But that was when I first noticed he wasn't as comfortable with my body as I had hoped. He gently placed the headset onto me like I was a porcelain doll. An improvement sure, but far from perfect. Prolonged exposure to the big round mass that was Cara the Blueberry seemed to have the effect of awkwardness.

 I was placed in the corner of the booth I was operating so Clyde had a good half-a-workspace to operate. But word must have gotten around because after one order was made, I could hear a very loud “Holy shit you weren't kidding, she's huge!” from a leaving customer. Clyde looked at me as if I had just been shot, ready to offer a ear. He didn't know I was pretty much used to it at this stage. I've had kids call me “the big fat blue lady” to a woman who insisted I could heal my horrible affliction with crystals and lemon tea. To be honest I wasn't sure if it was worse or better than the insults I got before I had turned into a blueberry. I don't miss just being called a dumb slut for missing a single onion ring and at least these comments were original.

The day kept going as I had expected. Orders came in, I took them, Clyde filled them, they drove off happy I can only assume. Lunch time came (as in ours, not everyone else's), and Clyde got up for a stretch.

“Break time. You coming?” he responded.

“Coming where?” I asked, genuinely confused at this point already.

“To the break room?” he had a look on his face I was expecting to change when he realised the problem I had with the break room. When he didn't catch on first I had to explain.

“I take my breaks here.” I replied, flapping my hands to emphasise my position. “The break rooms a single door. I can't fit.” Clyde sighed as if he realised how silly he was. It's not his fault, I've noticed he's been acting a little weird around me all shift so it was only natural he wanted to return to normalcy. Problem being... I wasn't normal any more. He hung his head and made his way to the door.

“I'll see you in a minute then.” then he left. It wasn't uncommon for me to be left alone during my breaks but this one felt lonelier than usual. The co-workers I usually work with were just that. Co-workers. They'd be lucky to even be able to contact me on social media. But Clyde was a friend, so this one stung. It acted as a reminder that... yeah. I'm a blueberry now. No one is friends with fruit, really.

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The only human beings I had been in contact with since my inflation into a blueberry were staff members. Factory workers. Doctors on the company payroll. I couldn't even contact my friends to tell them where I was or what had happened to me. As for parents... the less said about parents the better. I couldn't even ask one of the people helping me in rehab to go play some pool or watch TV with me. I wouldn't have been able to play pool but I am a hell of a watcher. I was in a sterile room, doing sterile tests, for people with sterile personalities and dispositions for me. I don't know what I did to deserve it, but it sure felt like I was being made to pay the price. For a mindbogglingly heinous crime: Eating candy. I wasn't a mean person. I wasn't a vile person. Sure I was a bit of a live-wire at times but why did it feel like everyone was treating me like a chore? A job they had to do. I liked lazy nights but you miss what made those lazy nights so special. The times when you were forced not to be lazy.

I still remember when Dr. Fowler told me I could go home. It was the first time he had actually given me a positive emotion. Finally. If I was to stare up at a ceiling for the rest of my life I'd rather it be mine. But even with that, I had questions.

“So what, you're going to roll me home and that's it?” I asked. It was a fair question to ask. I was simultaneously worried about my future, despite the fact a part of me had been resigned to the fact I might not even have one.

“We've already had some designers create some assistance tools for your disability.” his remark made me uneasy. A “disability”. I was a gigantic piece of fruit. I'm not sure if there was something beyond a disability but I sure as hell had it. “We'll be installing them into your residence as quickly as we can. They should help you change your clothes without assistance and help you move about with ease.” The fact I now needed a contraption to simply get changed, something I'd been able to do even blind drunk, hit me emotionally. You don't think about the smaller things when you're the biggest thing in any room.

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I put on the radio that was given to me. I had to fight management for something in my “break room” considering I wasn't able to even enter the rest room any more and they eventually relented and gave me my own radio. I'd have pushed for a TV and streaming services but I'll take whatever I can get.

The door opened again. Clyde. With his lunch bag.

“Uh... you lost?” I asked. It was half a joke, but I was genuinely wondering if he'd left something in here.

“I wasn't going to leave you alone. What, you thought I was?” Clyde looked as if I'd offended him.

“I uh... I...” I looked down at my massive body. I was so immense, I felt a self consciousness wash over me. I'd never felt bigger and more in-the-way. “Yes.” I had to tell the truth. Clyde could tell I was serious too.

“I'm not used to the blueberry thing. You meet your best friend who you haven't seen in years and she's a blueberry now. If you were pregnant or missing an arm or put on a few pounds I could have handled it better...”

“I put on many pounds.” I replied. “I'm just not fat. I'm what medical professionals would call “Ripe””

“Greengrocers too.” Clyde gave me that stupid smirk of his, and it put me more at ease. This felt like the first natural conversation I've had with someone for a long, long time. “So if you don't mind me asking, how does being a blueberry... feel, exactly? Are you in pain?”

“Nope. No pain. I just feel big. It's hard to really put into words. I haven't had a stomach ache or cramps since I turned into a blueberry so that's a plus. And I don't need to listen to any ocean noises to lull me to sleep because I can just listen to myself. My skin is mostly out in the open so I suppose I'm just a tad more sensitive?”

“No change there. You always had your belly out during summer.”

“Now my belly is a year-round deal.” It felt cathartic to be able to be out and open about this. I explained to him everything. How it happened, my new accommodation, how work has been treating me. He seemed to really take it in. Our conversation reached a natural end before the radio started blaring some strange twangy country music. An advertisement for the annual fair.

“Woo, the fair!” Clyde put his hands in the air. I wasn't sure if it was genuine excitement or ironic celebration. “You going?” It was such a simple question that hit me a little harder than it should. Of course I'd love to go to the fair. I freaking love the fair. Ferris Wheels, roller-coasters, thrill rides, all operated by guys who look like they're about to pass out from a meth overdose. And all things I can't ride any more. I can't even eat the worst of the best in deep fried nonsense.

“No.” my reply was fairly blunt. I hoped he dropped the subject.

“Why not?” he asked as if to twist the knife further.

“I'm just not. Why, are you?”

“I'm working the fair for some extra scratch. I was going to give you free tickets and all. AND a free coke, because I'm such a cool guy.” Clyde gave the most uncool of “cool” poses after his declaration.

“Suuuure, great, super, you can put the free coke right in my hand. I can shake it like a maraca.” I flapped my hand fiercely against my body. My sarcasm was a bit too sharp considering Clyde sank into his seat. I felt sorry but at the same time I really didn't care. I had to make him see that being a blueberry wasn't exactly a barrel of laughs for me, even if he was playing it off casually. Then again, he had come clean with me with feeling uneasy about my condition. I sigh. “Fuck, I'm sorry Clyde.”

“No, my bad. I'm still getting used to this.” he put his hands behind his head before clicking his fingers. “Let me make it up to you.” he stood up and fished inside of his back pocket. “Here's a free ticket to the fair. I only have one, and I'm giving it to you.” I was about to remark before he stuck a finger up to stop me. “You can refuse. You can accept. Think of it as a symbolic gesture. But I really, really want you to come hang out with me at the fair. I have some friends who are working too who are really chill, I think it might be good for you to come let loose for a while. I know that this blueberry thing is a game changer but... think about it. I'd really like to see you there. I'm sure my friends would like to know more about this too.” My heart skipped a beat. The idea of going outside in public like I am was one thing. But to hang out with more than one person was something I hadn't done since before the incident.

“And if they make fun of me?”

“I'll deep fry their heads until they shut up.” he said. “Here. Take it. It's yours.” he tugged the waistband at the front of panties and placed the ticket between them and my body snapping the elastic back against my body and pinning it to me like I was a gigantic spherical noticeboard. I gave him a death stare in return.

“I hope you realise that's the first and last time I'm letting you inside my panties.” I clench little blue fists as if I was about to hit him. They could have looked pathetically stupid but luckily Clyde knew how far to push a joke. He slid the ticket back out.

“I'll just tell the security to expect you.” he gave that stupid smirk. And I laughed. I actually laughed.

The shift went as normal for the rest of the day up until it was over and I waddled out to the cargo entrance without much of a word. The white van appeared and opened its dusty gates to let me in, but not before I heard Clyde once more.

“Hey, Cara, wait up!” he was coming up in a light jog which he needn't have progressed from a sluggish walk considering how slow I waddle. He saw me about to waddle into the van and it felt like he had a moment where he realised just how difficult it was for me to go anywhere, never mind to go to a fairground first time of asking. He waved the ticket he jokingly shoved into my underwear just hours ago. “Just.. think about it. Please.”

And with that he was off. And so was I in my van of mystery.

The next day was the day of the fair itself. I wasn't working. I had all the time in the world. If I was going normally I might have even snuck some booze before going and attempting not to hurl on the tilt-a-whirl. But my mind was fighting. Like two sides battling for supremacy. “Go Cara, it'll be good to have a bit of human time” “No, stay in, you'll just make yourself depressed” and so on and so forth. The clock kept ticking closer and closer to the fair opening time and I just waddled in place, going about my business. But the more I thought about it, the more I thought of my apartment as a prison. I spend all my days off here watching TV. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, looking at my body. All of it. The massive, round, ripe body. Stuffed with fruit juice. I've been like this for so long I don't even remember what I looked like before I was just a smooth ball.

But atop that sphere was a head. A face. Unchanged. If you cropped it for a Tinder profile I'd still probably get some people interested (if I lied and said I was using a blue filter). Hair that was short and choppy, but it was still hair. Blonde hair. Natural blonde hair at that, styled in a pixie cut as it was easier to manage when you couldn't hair dress yourself. I was young, stylish, and before I ripened up I could kick some serious ass.

I'm a blueberry.

But I'm human.

“Fuck it. I'm going.”

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The bizarre contraptions that the factory had made for me to make my life as a blueberry easier were perpetually in the "working stages". My work outfit was pretty much never replaced. I had to operate this finicky tablet in order to make the arms of this machine work. One arm would go towards a double-wide closet, respond to each bit of clothing by the tag it had, and then bring it out. Another arm would reach from the other side and spread out the clothes for me to essentially waddle into. It took at least ten minutes for it to “load” but it had yet to actually break. Jitters sure, but I'm thanking my lucky stars it had yet to break after it was first installed.

---

I remember when the factory started to renovate my apartment. They had already barged into my place of residence without my permission and made progress before I was even allowed to return back. It was my first time in the van too. I had never felt less human than when I was being hauled around like freight in that van that would essentially be my mode of transportation from here on in. This was only exacerbated upon seeing my apartment being done over as if I was being evicted. Everything moved around, not in its original place. My wardrobe had been turned inside out and now I had this strange amalgamation of robotic arms in its place.

In hindsight it wasn't all bad. They had upgraded my TV which was still something plucked out of the mid 2000's into a voice-activated smart screen. Granted it was because I couldn't reach for remote controls any more but an upgrade is an upgrade.

They were still rearranging a lot of my furniture to be accessible. Shelves were placed within my hands reach. They had even given me a grabby claw for if I dropped something. But if I ever dropped the grabby claw, I had a back-up grabby claw. And if I dropped that, then the thing I dropped is lost forever and might as well never had existed.

When the building was going on all I remember is just letting them do as they want. My bedroom had no bed any more. Just this massive mirror and a collection of cushions I could settle into as if I was a mother bird inside of her nest. A bed is an entirely useless thing to me now. I can't get up on a bed, and despite the irony of literally being able to “roll out of bed”, if I woke up on anything other than my feet I'm at a loss.

The one thing I'm thankful for is my landlord. I'm not sure why, but he's bothered me a lot less than before. Maybe because I'm actually paying him on time because I have such a routine. Maybe the factory gave him some hush money so they could do what they wanted to my apartment. Oh god, I just mentioned I was thankful for my landlord...

---

I waddled into place after selecting my outfit, but it had been so long since I asked for a new outfit I wasn't sure what I was going to get. It was in category “Going Out” and it was the first option so I simply let the machine do its thing. When the arms were stretched and allowed me to waddle in, the arms dragged themselves up and down depending on which part of my body they were dressing. A sharp tug later and I was “dressed” according to the machine. I turned on my axis and waddled out to see what my going out clothes were.

A denim skirt which acted more like a belt on my midsection. What looked to be a stretched out variant of a tank top with a faded design of an eagle on it (but intentionally faded because fashion). And prominently on display, my white panties. When was my underwear not on display? The outfit was rather revealing. In fact, scratch the rather. It was revealing. but only when you're a blueberry do you realise that this was the kind of outfit you were wearing daily. It's just now you're spherical. The fun, quirky and kinky revealing clothing you used to wear is now just “Hey it's open season, take a look!” But it still felt nice to see my body in something other than the proud company colors of Blimpy Burger. Hopefully the fact that I'm a gigantic blue sphere will distract people enough to not realise the blimp has it all on show.

My phone was this other smart screen doohicky. Permanently on loudspeaker.

“Call Van”

The "taxi service" I had been enjoying for a while was under “Van”. The number dialled and a voice picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Yeah it's... Cara.” before I could even continue I was interrupted.

“You're not on shift today, are you? I told those guys if they gave me a wrong sheet again I-”

“I'm not on shift!” I had to interject before I got a rant. “I... want to arrange a pick up. A journey? Not to work.” there was a bit of silence. I wondered if it was because of my almighty awkwardness in explaining what I wanted.

“So it's just casual travel?” the voice replied.

“Yeah. To the fairground.” there was a few seconds of silence after that. “Is... is that possible?” I was getting ready to anticipate rejection.

“Yeah it is! We get paid by the factory either way so no skin off our backs and no change outta your pocket. Just checkin' details n' all that.” his broad accent seemed a bit more jovial. It was then I realised that this was the very first time I'd actually... been somewhere. Somewhere else that wasn't work or my apartment. Or the area around my apartment.

“Really? Just like that?”

“Just like that. What time do you want a guy to swing round?” I explained to him when and where I wanted to go and it was a surprisingly simple exchange of words and details. It was almost like I had forgotten I had that conversation. It had been so long since I had arranged to go out that I forgot to have that anxiety I usually got when I had plans further on in the day when I heard a loud HONK in the car park. I almost instinctively got ready to put my work clothes back on before eventually waddling out, the van doors open for me to waddle into. I assumed it's the same kind of deal. Waddle in, doors close, magic mystery tour begins.

It was weird feeling the van take a different route. When you take the same one all the time you get used to when it's going to turn left or right, or when the construction on Bridge Road is on and off because it's never fully completed. That was until it stopped. I could hear a conversation between two guys. One from the drivers cab and another from outside. I swore I heard my name and the term “big blueberry” but other than that, muffled noise.

The van slowly moved around before stopping, the doors opening to a green, grassy entrance away from the madding crowd, and standing there was Clyde, dressed in his fairground gear.

“I figured it was better for you to come around the back rather than having to fit yourself through turnstiles.” were his first words as I waddled out of the van.

“Ah, so it was your voice I struggled to hear?” I replied, making my way to the ground as the van started to close back up.

“All good words I assure you. Didn't know if you could hear me or not in your precious cargo unit.” he gestured towards the van.

“Either way, thanks for caring enough to arrange this for me. Now that you mention it, going in alone as a gigantic fruit might not have been the best idea.”

“So, anything you want to do?” Clyde asked as we walked side-by-side. ...he walked. I waddled, ambling awkwardly. I drew a blank at that question. The only thing I wanted to do was to just make it to the fair. I did just that, I had succeeded in my own personal goal of making it out of my apartment for non-work related reasons. But I had no freaking clue as of what to do next. It took half a minute of silence before Clyde caught on that I, indeed, had no freaking clue.

“Want to get some food?”

“Clyde, I am food.” I reply.

“But you're still... you still have to eat, right?”

---

In this odd situation of being a blueberry, its impact on the body itself is clear. You turn big, blue and spherical. Physically your entire look changes. Not many people know what goes on inside of a human fruit, and that's why I was stuck in that damn factory for so long. Running tests, being examined, not that I had any say in the matter as my body was poked, prodded, gawked at and rolled into several machines, none of which with the intent to actually get rid of the juice inside of me.

It felt like it was intentional. I can't prove it, but it just felt like it. The aim was to “see what they could do” about getting my ripe body back to normal, but I had that feeling in the back of my mind that I was a point of curiosity to them. I was half expecting one day for them to cut me open to see if I had seeds.

Dr. Fowler came in to grace me with his presence one day. This was a rare time I thought it prudent to start the conversation up myself.

“What the hell are you trying to achieve!? I don't feel like we're getting any closer to... anything!” I gave an exasperated sigh-groan as I feebly flapped my hands and kicked my feet. I was left to stew in my own negative emotions before Dr. Fowler made his first move. He approached me without a word with a small paper bag in his hand. I recognise that logo anywhere. Blimpy Burgers. He reached inside and plucked out a chicken nugget.

“Eat.” was the command from the doctor.

“No.” I firmly replied.

“It won't do you any good to rebel on an empty stomach.” I thought the usage of “empty stomach” might have been an intentional jab at my condition if I was paranoid enough.

“I don't want to.”

“Don't want to... because...?” I felt like he wanted me to retaliate more. Guess it's just the inner fighter in me.

“Because I'm not hungry.”

“Not hungry? Or...?” What was this, therapy?

“Not hungry. As in I don't want to eat.” he looked at me as if there was more to say. “As in... not hungry. I'm not hungry. I'm being totally straight with you. I don't want to eat that.”

“Do you not like these?” he twirled around the nugget in his hand as if it was some sort of alien entity

“I literally used to live off those things. I'm straight up just not hungry.” My neck went limp as I stared back up into the ceiling. “And... I apologise for snapping at you. I'm being honest. I am not hungry.” I didn't really want to apologise, even if I did feel a slight bit guilty. But I was telling the truth. “Why do you want me to eat that so badly?”

“I'm just trying to confirm something.” he placed the nugget inside of the bag. “You haven't eaten in seventeen days.”

My first reaction was to splutter. Not because I hadn't eaten in seventeen days. It's just... I've been stuck here for seventeen days. The concept of time had just escaped my mind and I've been ripe for almost three weeks. After my initial reaction of shock came the realisation I actually hadn't eaten anything at all since I first came here. In fact this had been the first time  in those seventeen days anyone actually offered me food.

“What does that mean then?” I had to ask.

“It means your body is self sustaining.”

“And that means...?”

“A human being can last weeks without food. And a human being would usually die without any fluids between two to four days. But your entire body is pretty much comprised of nothing but fruit juices. You don't need any food because your body has produced enough energy to keep your systems in check. You're practically immortal.” Immortality seemed like a cool superpower to have. Immortality as a blueberry seems like a monkey's paw wish.

“Immortal? So I'm never going to die...?”

“I suppose that was a bold word to use.” Dr. Fowler adjusted his glasses. “Like I said, your body is self-preserving. The human part is influencing the blueberry part to refresh and preserve itself. The juice will never go rotten as it would if it were left on the vine. And the blueberry part is feeding the human self with nutrients and energy needed to keep yourself alive. The juice never has a chance to go rotten because it's absorbed by your body, only to be replaced by fresher juice. But this is all theory. We need to continue our tests if we're to get a better picture of the grand scale of this. You're still young in human terms, after all. Who's to say as you age all this won't change?”

I was stunned by this revelation. The doctor went on to use big science-y words after this in his explanation of my change of state. My understanding of it all boiled down to the fact I'm a blueberry that can never go rotten. And I don't need watering like a plant. I don't need to eat or to drink. If it weren't for the absolute lack of mobility, the fact I can't really fit into anywhere any more and the general loss of humanity... this didn't seem all bad. If anything it was one of the lone marks for the “Pros” list of being a blueberry.

---

I explained to Clyde about my deal with food and he meekly nodded his head as if I had just explained to him I had joined a cult and he was needed for my first sacrifice.

“So... you're not hungry?” he continued.

“I'm never hungry.” I elaborated. More awkward silence before Clyde once again interrupted.

“Want to go hang around the back then? I can introduce you to my friends. I've told them about you and they said they're cool with that.”

“You were told about me and you're still kinda awkward.” I had to say my piece. It's true. It's one thing to tell your friends to be cool around someone with a disability they're aware of. But I'm a big round blueberry. Different ball game.

“Trust me, there's a girl I want you to meet especially. She's not a blueberry, but she has a condition that makes her more unique too. In fact that was partially the reason I wanted to get you out here.” Clyde seemed to be a lot more serious than I've usually seen him so I knew he was trying.

“So this is a blind date then?” I responded with my own joke, he gave a slight nudge. Like if someone were to give a playful shove to someone holding a box of nitroglycerin.

“I'm not here to judge if you want to make it like that! In fact I don't even know if you swing that way...”

“I'm a blueberry. I'll swing whichever way, it's not like my dating pool is as big as I am.” I responded. Not to go into the history of my dating or anything, but I'd like to say I was a catch before I inflated. But I'm willing to completely sink my standards now.

“Fair.” was his last words before leading me to a large white tent. I was able to push the fabric with just my body at least as inside were two people, one male and one female, who's eyes shot up with expected shock.

“Guys, this is Cara. She's the blueberry girl I was telling you about.” Clyde made my introduction for me, which I was thankful for. I didn't even know what to say. “Hi everyone, I'm huge”? "Don't hug me I might explode"? "Who here likes blue"?

“You were not kidding. I swore you were kidding!” the male was flabbergasted, a tanned gentleman with a blonde looking buzz cut. He was laughing until he realised that I was still in the room. Probably the first time someone had forgotten I was there considering how huge I was. “S-Sorry. I suppose I... I just... it's... you know this is weird for me right?”

“Ignore Justin.” spoke the girl. Brown hair in a ponytail, green eyes, standard build. She didn't seem like the girl that Clyde wanted me to meet but she has a positive demeanour that I was calmed by. “I'm Sammy. Nice to meet you.” she gave me a friendly smile. I responded with what I think was an attempt at a friendly smile back. “Unlike Doofus here...” she pointed to Justin, “I knew Clyde was telling the truth. He did his best to explain what was going on and I figured I'd keep an open mind. You look great, by the way!” my heart fluttered a little bit. A compliment? Damn. It's been so long. I didn't even care if it was disingenuous or to make me feel better, I'll take it and then some.

“T-Thank you!” I replied. “Sorry if I'm in the way...”

“The tents pretty big, which is why I wanted our hangout to be here.” Clyde said, “Not because of you at first, just more room in general.” I waddled my way around the tent, deciding to take Sammy's side because she complimented me, and that's pretty much an instant way to become my best friend now, I guess.

“I wasn't just saying that by the way." Sammy went on, "When Clyde mentioned you were like a human blueberry I was expecting like, leaves and branches. You just look like a normal girl to me. Except round. And blue.” Sammy kept putting gold stars in my mental good books.

“I try to be open about it. It's hard when you're like...” I flapped my hands. “...this.”

“I hadn't met Cara since the accident, must have been so long ago now.” Clyde took a seat opposite. “It was a shock to me too. But it's not like she's infectious or anything. I ran straight into her and I'm still me.” he seemed to look towards Justin after that. I have a feeling Justin wasn't quite understanding my situation.

“Nah, but man, seriously, a girl turns into a blueberry and you're not a little bit scared it'll happen to you?” Justin's hands gestured wildly as he explained his theories.

“I'm not contagious. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Seriously. I want it all out there so I can just live as normal a life as I can.” I didn't expect my voice to break at the end but I was just so overwhelmed with emotions. Not all of them negative. As much as Justin was having wild conspiracy theories about me, it felt so nice to be having a conversation with people. Not doctors. Not bosses. Not voices over the phone. Not angry moms at the drive-thru window. Real people. I felt a hand reach for the side of my belly. It was Sammy with a reassuring voice.

“Hey, don't worry yourself Cara, please! You're in a safe place here.” her voice was gentle and helped me out of my funk for the time being. Her hand was still on my bare, rounded side. “...holy crap your skin is smooth. How did you get your skin so smooth!?” she stroked my side, breaking out in happy laughter.

“Ate some bad candy.” That line got some laughter out of the group, even Justin.

“Clyde told us the story.” Justin said. “I'm still finding it hard to believe one piece of candy did all of that. But I suppose that's just me. Did you know or... like what was it like, were you scared, were to excited, was...?”

Sammy could tell Justin was treading into sensitive territory so jumped on that question like it were a grenade on a battlefield. “There'll be enough time for that later, when are you introducing her to Sakura?” Sammy looked towards Clyde. Justin clapped his hands together.

“Sakura? Oh yeah! She has that... thing!” Justin explained, clicking his fingers in an attempt to explain what said “thing” was.

“What thing?” I asked.

“She has a condition, a body-based thing, it has some sort of scientific name. It's a genetic thing though that caused her to body to grow a certain way. We figured you two might hit it off.”

“The only thing Sakura hits are other people.” Justin folded his arms ominously. “But if you think it'll work...”

“It's worth a shot.” Clyde looked to the tent's opening. “She's spent so long here being an attraction, it might help if she had some advice regarding mental health or how to deal with a change in size...”

“Her thing and Cara's thing are so different though. Sakura still has arms for example. And isn't blue...” Justin was about to continue before Sammy gave him a death glare.

The tent flaps opened.

“What you guys talkin' about me for?” 

There she stood. Sakura, an Asian girl with wild hair. It was jet black with a large pink streak trailing into the end, short and spiky at the back but with a long, stiff fringe at the front. She stood, hands on her hips, blowing a pink bubble. Trailing downwards, she was wearing a bikini. Most likely due to what she was doing at the fair, symbolised by the fact her top had red and white stripes, and her bottoms were blue with white stars, a true symbol of American pride. Inside said bra were a pair of nice looking breasts, bigger than average, but no bigger than an E...

...the real show was downstairs.

That ass.

That booty.

That dump truck wasn't just a dump truck. It was the whole damn junkyard.

She stood there was if it wasn't even there. It was like someone had taken a normal girl and given her implants the size of weather balloons. These enormous buttocks that jutted out, expanded and sinking into thick thighs that were only thick compared to a normal person. It made sense why they wanted me to meet her. She had a growth condition alright. Each buttock was this  almost perfectly spherical meat balloon pushing thirty, maybe even fourty inches in diameter each.  It was hard to guess just how big it was. All of it cradled inside of these blue and white bikini bottoms custom made to hug them together and showcase all those stars. I'd salute if I wasn't so ripe. She was standing there was if they were nothing on her legs that, thick as they were, were not nearly at a size that could realistically hold them up. And this is coming from a human blueberry.

“So.” the girl blew another strong bubble of bubblegum, letting it pop before dragging it back into her mouth. She nodded towards me. “Who's the fruit?”

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I was thrown for a loop, starstruck upon first introduction to Sakura. And not because of the stars emblazoned on the bikini bottoms that wrapped up that overwhelmingly large rear end like a patriotic birthday present. It made me forget for a few seconds that I was this outrageously round orb filled to the brim with blueberry juice. I could see why Clyde wanted me to meet her, seeing as she also had expanded proportions. But I was hit back with a heavy dose of reality when I saw how easily she moved about with that behind. If it weren't for the slight jiggle it made with every step, I'd swear it was filled with air. Each buttock was taut, firm looking, but a wave of wobble with her walking was enough to convince me it was for real. It helped I could get a good look at her backside when she was busy walking around me. She was looking around as if I was something being entered to become prize pig at the fair.

“The heck is up with her? Eat some bad candy?” she gave my side a firm prod, talking to the other three. I spun around faster than I really had any right to, almost over-turning and toppling on my axis.

“H-Hey!” I was getting ready to swat her away with a feeble wrist. If I could only reach with my non-existent arm that is. “You told her about the candy thing?”

“Wait, for real?” Sakura looked at me as if I just tried to explain String Theory. There was a moment of awkward silence. I was getting used to these now. But this time I was the one to break it.

“Yes. For real. I ate some unfinished candy. This is what happened.” I didn't make any gestures to as of what happened as it should be obvious by... you know... my huge round blue body what happened. I didn't feel it prudent to explain any further. Only because I had explained what had happened to me enough times today.

“Can't I just prick you with a pin or somethin'?” she folded her arms, twisting some hair on her finger. Clyde was the first one to leap forward as if stopping someone from walking off a cliff edge.

“N-No! Don't do that!” he cried out.

“Pfft. I wasn't actually gonna do it, calm down, spaz.” she continued, rolling her eyes. Helped she already had the look of a punk, her mannerisms didn't do her many favors to suggest otherwise. “So this is the girl you wanted me to meet so badly? What, we gonna go on a date or somethin'?”

“I thought it might help Cara.” Clyde tried to take control of the situation but he was sinking where he was sat, I could tell even he thought this wasn't going to be as smooth an idea as he expected. “She's got her thing. You have your... condition...”

“My massive ass, you can just say I have a massive ass.” Sakura blew another bubble of defiance to punctuate her sentence. “I have Eggs.” I had to bat my eyes at such an odd non sequitur.

“...those are...” I was saved from a potential embarrassing faux pas by my new best friend in the whole world Sammy.

“Eee gee gee ess. EGGS. Enhanced Gluteal Growth Syndrome. Knew I'd remember the name!” Sammy had a quiet celebration to herself. That made a lot more sense than her buttocks being literal giant eggs.

“I've not been able to fit a pair of normal pants since Kindergarten.” Sakura blew and popped another bubble. “I don't really care about it though. But this is... something else.” she gestured to me, another prod followed.

“Do you mind not jabbing me?” I requested. It didn't help she had longish nails, and with my sensitive skin I was feeling all of it.

“I just had to be sure it wasn't some sorta prank.” she didn't stop trying to feel me up of course, her prodding went towards more rubbing my bare belly that was oozing between my shirt and skirt combo. A vast improvement, but still I felt a pinch of nerves in the back of my head. Sakura was much more forward than I was expecting.

“As you can see and feel I'm very much real.” I looked to the girl as she just kept gliding her hands across my mid-section. It was getting awkward for everyone. “Do you usually do this to people you meet? How would you feel if I grabbed your butt first time I saw you?” I felt that came out a little more harsh than I wanted it to, but having a girl with such a fierce demeanour suddenly stroking your figure, I had no idea what she was planning. She relented her inspection, hands on her hips.

“I'm dressed like this and work at a fairground.” She tugged at her bikini elastic, letting it snap against her figure. “You grabbing my butt out of nowhere is just an average Tuesday to me. If my manager were looking I'd probably be encouraged to ask if you wanted a photo.” her hands moved from her hips to fold in front of her chest.

“Yeah, and I don't work at a fairground." I uttered, "You're making me feel like a medical exhibit, I'm not used to all this physical attention. I'm still a girl!” I wasn't sure if that was a lie or not. I did get a lot of physical attention when I first grew. In a way I was used to it. But the prodding and rubbing sent me through flashbacks of when I was first a blueberry.

–

There's one word I can use to describe being a blueberry when you first inflate. When you're not used to waddling, you're not used to not moving at all, you're trying your hardest to escape your inflated body-prison but you can't. Any positives keep being overshadowed by huge negatives. That word.

Helpless.

It felt like I was surrendering bits of my humanity every day. When they wanted to take me to tests, it wasn't a case of asking me. It was a case of rolling me and doing as they wished. Non-consensual poking and prodding. I rationalised it in my head as it being important, that if I let them do as they pleased I'd be a step closer to being rid of the juice inside of me. It got to the point where I didn't dislike the feelings of human contact with my skin. It's just that I'd associated it with slow, agonising progress towards the end goal of returning me to normal.

When Dr. Fowler said that my body was permanent... all the touching and prodding, all the times I was mercilessly shoved off my feet as they stripped me of the slight mobility I had, all the helplessness, it came flooding back. It wasn't for anything. I was no closer to being back to my normal self than I was before, if even that. The idea of progress was replaced by even more doubt. What was the purpose then? Those tests they refused to tell me the details of, those extended periods of examination where I had things stuck to me, those machines I was rolled into. Did they ever think I could return to normal? Was that even their goal? Since then I've been worried about people touching me. If not for a split second at least. They could easily do as they wanted and it was frightening to me some days. The overall anxiety was hard to unlearn when you feel like your trust was violated.

–

That's what Sakura's prodding and rubbing felt like to me. It felt like I was being examined. Another silence hung in the air like a bad smell before Sakura relented, sighing.

“Fuck, sorry...” her tough girl act dropped, at least for this moment at least to show she was genuine. The rest of the group relaxed, just a little, upon the tension easing. “So uh, are we supposed to hang out or...?” both Sakura and I looked to Clyde, who I could see was a few steps behind on the proceedings.

“Yes. You can take a stroll through the grounds, look at some things, do some things, partake in some things...” his train of thought was flung off the rails at this point.

“I'd love to take a walk around the fairgrounds, but one problem.” I flapped my hands. “I'm a blueberry. Guys are gonna think I'm part of the show. No offence intended to Sakura.”

“No offence taken.” Sakura replied, “Totally agree on that regard. I am, quite literally, part of the show.”

“Still doesn't mean you two can't enjoy yourselves, does it?”

Sakura immediately had her response. “Newsflash. People don't come for my sparkling personality or my sick rollerblading. And that last part is a part of one of my acts. These guys knew what they were getting when they asked me to join them. They wanted the butt. I accepted because I could use the money.” Sakura made quite a solid point, speaking with conviction.

“And what's stopping you from just taking the time to just enjoy the fair?”

“Because I don't want the blueberry thinking she's a freak like me!” Sakura snapped fiercely at Clyde. The room looked to Sakura. It wasn't like she didn't have a point or anything.

“My name is Cara.” I replied. I wasn't sure if that was going to put more gas on the fire or not but it felt like a double standard for Sakura to stick up for me in such a way, yet still refer to me as “The Blueberry”. Sakura looked to me, then waved a hand as she walked off.

“Stupid idea.” were muttered those last words under her breath before she stepped out the tent. Clyde stood up to go after her.

“No, Clyde.” I stuck out a hand as if to make him stop. He did stop, so it might have worked.

“I just thought it was a good idea to have you two talk about your things, that's all.” Clyde heavily sighed, putting his hands behind his head.

“We will. I'll be back.” I had no idea if I could even catch up to her. Unlike me, Sakura's size didn't seem to slow her down nearly as much. But no one in the tent seemed to stop me as I waddled out with as much of a confident stride as I could. Which was mostly just a hurried waddle. I was going as fast as the juice would let me as I left the tent curtains, surprised none of the three still left in the tent would stop me.

But surprisingly, Sakura was still there. She had stopped to lean against some fencing. She noticed me leave the tent, this woman out in what was now night time in just an American flag bikini. Not that I could complain in my exposed panties and belly shirt.

“Forgot my cigarettes.” she mumbled, looking out into the distance.

“Then why didn't you go get them?” my reply caught Sakura by surprise. She looked down and shook her head. I let her take a few breaths before she spoke again.

“I know what it's like to be gawked at. To be made to look like a freak. I can't imagine how it would it feel to be normal one day, and wake up with this.” she put her hands on her own backside. I could see them sink a little into those obscenely large domes of buttocks. “I grew up like this. My condition meant I went through school getting made fun of. And as much as I tried to hide it, it just ballooned up. Now I'm so massive I can't fit through most doors properly. I have to get clothing specially made, if at all.” she looked towards me, her face dropped, exhausted mentally by the looks of things. “And I think most of this is stuff that you know about all too well now you're a blueberry.” She hit the nail on the head with that explanation. All of it rang true.

“Clyde was right to get us to talk to each other. But I've been a blueberry for a year or two now. I'm used to being this way in my own fashion. You don't need to get upset at the idea of me being treated different, my entire life has been changed. I'd probably just be happy for the social interaction.”

“It's not even that.” she took another few seconds to gather her words that I was willing to let her take. “I feel guilty.” That's a new one.

“Guilty? For what?”

“I can complain a lot, and do, about my EGGS. It's like I just said before. Clothes. Doors. The act of going outside and trying to live a normal life when I'm carrying around wheelbarrows of booty meat behind me. Then I lay eyes on you and one of the thoughts I had was guilt. Clyde told me about having a girl that had a bad reaction. But when he told me about “a girl with reduced mobility due to her size”, I wasn't expecting a blueberry.”

“What were you expecting?”

“I dunno. But you mentioned bad candy, so it was either your body seized up or you just got really fat. You're not fat at all. You're just full of juice.” I had to crack a smile. As much as Sakura struggled around me and my condition, it was nice for someone to get my condition so quickly and not call me fat. “But it just really shook my perspective on things. You're a big ball. I still have my arms, I can still walk, and at least my shirt size is still normal.” she tugged on her bikini strap, “That is when they let me wear a shirt. I suppose I should say sorry now or...?” Sakura opened her arms up, as if for a hug. But with her venting, it actually felt cathartic to listen. She did struggle. I struggled more. But we both had this understanding that only people of increased size could comprehend.

“No.” I responded. Sakura looked a slight bit offended before I continued. “You don't have to be sorry. I'm a blueberry. Your butt is huge. We're both coping with things beyond our control.” I had to block out the part of my memory that remembered the poorly placed sign in the factory. “And it's perfectly rational to have weird thoughts about irrational growth. I'd probably feel guilty if I saw a blueberry larger than me who couldn't waddle. Or if someone had a butt that swallowed up their legs. Or if someone turned into a massive butt berry...!” my usage of the word butt berry seemed to get a restrained almost-laugh from Sakura. “I'm a blueberry now. I'm a blueberry forever. And you're probably the first person I've met that really gets me. So don't say sorry.”

This bout of maturity shocked even me. Sakura seemed to really resonate with what I said and I was quite proud of myself too. Especially considering how I've previously felt about the condition.

–

When the factory moved all my stuff around, they didn't want to throw anything away that I wasn't physically able to operate or that I didn't need any more. Their modus operandi was to replace my current stuff with better stuff, so that I would ignore all the things they were removing.  So the kitchen area I had was now completely gone, removed so I had more room to waddle about my apartment in. Yet despite this, they kept the bathroom.

I couldn't fit into the bathroom any more. It was a single door. I wasn't even going to squeeze though. It was narrow even for human me, never mind blueberry me. The official explanation given was that due to code yadda yadda yadda in the something something handbook, the bathroom had to remain. Something about plumbing and minimum toilet requirements. Part of me believes it's so the builders that come in from time to time don't have to go across the street to do their business. I'm sure it's a legal requirement to have some kitchen appliances too. Just because I don't need to eat doesn't mean anyone staying here doesn't. Not that I've ever had anyone around there for social visits.

On a day off I hear a crash come from the bathroom. I called out to see if anyone was there but to no answer. My initial thought was it was a very clumsy builder, but if there was a thief in the house... my nerves were already on a knife edge as I went to investigate. I bumped my belly into the door, the only thing I could do. Luckily, it was unlocked. The bathroom untouched, if not a little dusty due to lack of usage. But on the floor lay a cracked picture frame. It had dropped from the wall and lay perfectly in front of me, in a place I couldn't reach in a room I couldn't enter.

It was last year. It was a holiday I took to Vegas with some co-workers. I looked so happy. So... normal. My skin was pale. I was one of the better, more shapely girls in the picture. I barely remembered how normal I looked. I don't even remember how I walked or presented myself. In the reflection of the mirror in the other side of the room, I could see just how huge I had become. How big I was, despite how little of me I could see from the reflection because of how much of me literally couldn't fit inside.

I felt my mental health crumble. I was a month past being released, I had tried to live as normal an existence as I could in my apartment which at this point was just a bigger, roomier prison than my hospital/factory stay. Seeing what had become of me. My life. What had become of my life. I didn't know how I could continue.

–

“Then I guess I'll say “Welcome to the Club”.” Sakura gave me a hug. “I would have asked but this is about as emotional as I've been in weeks so, yeah, now I'm sorry.”

“I forgive you.” I light-heartly let her hug me, which is about as much as I could do as a hug. But it felt nice. Her arms spread across me, her chest gently squeezing against my figure wasn't particularly something I wanted to see end in a hurry.

“Damn you're warm. I could hug you for hours.” she gave me a small squeeze before letting go.

“Do you want to take a walk around the fair?” I suggested.

“I still don't know. Aren't you worried about how people are gonna call you names?”

“I've worked in fast food for a while. People called me worse names before I turned into fruit.” I jokingly replied. But she did have a point. I had made a breakthrough in regards to my condition but I still wasn't ready ready yet to act like it was just a casual thing. “You have a point though, but I still want to hang out with you for a while.”

Sakura smiled before sinking into thought. “Listen, I didn't want to do this initially because of the uh, the optics. And feel free to flat out deny me. But do you want to hang out with the rest of the showcase?”

“The showcase?”

“People like me. The uh... I...”

“...the... freaks?”

“We're not “freaks”. Ethically and I think even legally the fair can't call us freaks any more. We're “talents”” she said with large air quotes. “My talent, as you can see, is having a huge ass.” she posed, glamorously signalling to her plush posterior. “Yeah. Talent is a very loose word. But like I said. I wasn't even going to suggest it at first. I made friends with Clyde outside of work and even he's never had a backstage pass to the gritty underbelly of the fairgrounds.”

“Are there other people like you there? Like us?”

“That depends. Do you want to come with?” she took a few steps back, wiggling a finger as if beckoning me. I stood in the same place. Worried. I had already made big strides in my social anxiety to introduce myself to Clyde's friends. But a whole new  brand of people? Whatever these “Talents” were had my mind racing. But at the same time I wasn't sure if I could take this much excitement in one day.

“I... might need to sleep on it.” Sakura seemed dejected at first.

“Come oooon, pleeeease, for me?” she pouted cartoonishly. If she had cartoonishly large eye-lashes I'm sure she'd be swooshing them for me.

“I'm flattered, really I am. And I might kick myself for not doing it but this is legitimately the first time I've been out of my apartment in years for anything other than work or check ups.” I was almost convincing myself to go but I just couldn't handle it.  Not yet anyway.

“I'm gonna get Clyde to give me your digits anyway. You still have a phone don't you?”

“A special phone at home, yeah. But I don't have a cellphone.”

“What!? No smart phone!? I suppose that makes sense what with your size 'n all. I'm Jonesing for my smokes right now, so I'm gonna call you tomorrow. I'm not taking no for answer.” Sakura kept pushing it, shooting a wink. “If I'm gonna have a blueberry for a best friend I need to at least get to talk to her more.”

I was about to respond to the “Best Friend” comment to the girl I had just met tonight, but something in me felt right. Excited. Someone actually wanted social interaction with me. A positive one. And someone who didn't know me pre-Blueberry. A new friend. I felt like I was in grade school again and I'd just met a girl who also liked the same boy bands I did.

Before I could respond, she was bouncing off into the distance and around the corner.

Did I really just make a friend? A friend who wants a blueberry for a friend?

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I had absolutely nothing to do the day after. I felt sufficiently stimulated considering the fact I had gone out on a social occasion for the first time in years. Literally, years. But I was anticipating a phone call for the first time those years too. When a piece of candy stripped me of my ability to live a normal life, I had accepted that I was going to essentially be a social outcast. You're not going to find a blueberry hitting the nightclub or going on fancy dinner dates. It's hard to say my life was “over”. But it essentially was after the events of that factory tour.

-

My first social call I remember very vividly. It was Connie Coombs, a girl I knew since high school. I wasn't exactly the most social person back then but she was the only girl I stayed in touch with afterwards. She was essentially my best friend that wasn't someone from work. I was dreading her seeing me, but I missed her. If anything she'd know the right things to say, she usually did. But I remember her entering, seeing me, and I could almost hear the jaw as it hit the floor.

“Cara...!? What the fu-”

“Connie, let me explain!” I wanted to be the one who had the first say, but even after I protested to her so I could explain myself... nothing came out. It was obvious what had happened. Cara is now a big round blueberry.

“When you said over the phone that you had an incident I... this is...” she wanted to collapse on a sofa, but those had since been removed because blueberries don't require seating. I was as helpless explaining what had happened to my body as I was actually moving my new body. Connie put her hands to her temple, as if ashamed to be around me...? I couldn't fathom what as going through her head, and I knew she wouldn't turn her back on me. At least that's what I thought. “If you had at least paralysed yourself I could help wheel you around but this is...” again with the “this is” from her.

“I can waddle, I can still move. Please, Connie, it's still me! Cara! You know me...!” Connie backed up as I pleaded with her.

“I need some time to think.” she said as she walked out the door. I didn't even get a chance to add any final words as she left. All I could do was sit there. Ripe. Trying to hold back sobbing.

Connie never called back.

-

My contact with the outside world was mostly work or factory related. Outside of that it was as if I had died. Or, less dramatically, moved out of the country. It seemed being friends with a gigantic blueberry was too much for everyone I knew. I didn't even want to contact any others after that one incident, I had just resigned myself to the fate and thought everyone knew.

Within the space of a few days, I not only reconnected with an old friend that wanted to be with me, I had made a new one too. One that didn't seem scared that I was an almost-walking, talking fruit. Another day off meant I could waddle about doing my business, when the phone actually did ring from an unknown number, it startled me. I called out to the room, enjoying the benefits of a voice activated phone. “Answer”.

“Hey uh...” despite the audio quality, I knew instantly who this was. “Is this the Grocery Store?”

I took a beat. “I... uh...” a million doubts started to swarm my head.

“Cuz I'm looking for the biggest, roundest blueberry you have.”

“...that'd be me, then.” I replied with some awkward, out-of-tune laughter.

“Hey! It's Sakura! You know, the girl with the giant ass?” I took an awkwardly long time to reply, so much so she continued. “You there? Hello? Cara?”

“Y-Yeah, I'm here.” I knew I didn't sound too convincing and Sakura picked up on it instantly.

“Hey, something up buttercup?” her tone shifted from joking to serious, I followed it up with a sigh. “Didn't sleep well?”

“N-no! No! I mean I slept fine. I'm fine. Just... memories.” the flashbacks to Connie threw me for a loop. It was a funny joke, and any other day I'd be playing along properly. But when you feel that mentally tender, you're not sure if it's a fun joke, or a joke at your expense.

-

A man came around my place a few days after Connie had visited to install a new computer system. It looked bizarre. It occupied a closet area that used to contain clothes, but had been expanded to fit my body. The screen was mounted on the wall, a keyboard split in half and attached to opposite sides of the wall so I can type with both hands. This was the first time I was allowed back on the internet and to talk to all my friends again after all these months in solitary confinement.

At least that's what I had thought would happen.

I went back on Friendbook to find my page was... empty. No one had posted a thing about me. I knew I had missed a few months, but even my disappearance wasn't really a footnote to anyone. At least that's what I had thought originally. I circled back to around the time I had inflated into a blueberry (I had literally nothing better to do anyway) and people were discussing what had happened to me amongst themselves. Not to me, who it had happened to. Rumours circulated I had a “horrific accident”. An “allergic reaction”. Apparently I had also joined a cult according to one guy who's name I didn't recognise. Yet none of these guys thought it wise to just ask me. My inbox was empty bar one guy trying to sell me a truck when I was still in the factory hospital. I sent a message to one of these month long posts using my new keyboard.

[“I had an accident at a factory. I'll elaborate more later.”]

I pressed send.

It failed to send.

[Users must be your friends for you to post]

Wait, but I was...? I was a few months ago... I went to see my friend list to see what the big idea was and I had gone from a solid 100+ to... nine. Some of which were just company accounts and people who I barely recognised or didn't use Friendbook much any more.

They just thought it easier to cut me out their lives. Like I was too much of a hassle to have hanging around. My heart sunk. I felt like I had truly slipped off the face of the earth at that moment.

-

“Take all the time you need. Want me to call back?”

“N-No! Please, sorry, I... it's been a while.”

“Since you spoke out loud? Can't be that long, we did it yesterday!” Sakura seemed to take this in good stride. Feels like miles away from her tough girl persona she had when we first met.

“Sorry. Sorry. I'm just having one of those moments, you know? I suppose you could say I'm feeling “blue”” this terrible joke was, happily, met with genuine laughter.

“Listen, if you want me to go away, just say. Or I can stay and chat f-”

“No, don't go away! I like you. I like talking to you that is. To anyone. It's just... I was having flashbacks to an incident that happened.”

“Your inflation?”

“No, I mean... something that happened afterwards. I know you talked before about how you got made fun of in school and all? Everyone sorta just... dropped me as soon as I became a blueberry. As if I didn't exist at all. I went from having some friends to having none at all.” I gave an exasperated sigh. “Sorry, I didn't meant to vent.”

“Vent away. I might not understand it because my butt didn't just expand like a set of airbags overnight or anything but I know about friends who just drop you at a moments notice. Or just use you.” Sakura started to fade a little.

“I could use you as a pillow.” I thought the joke was awful as soon as it came out but Sakura... laughed. Genuinely.

“I usually slap guys who ask me that suggest that.” she responded. “You're lucky you're cute.”

“...cute?” I didn't expect that compliment. I got used to “brave” every now and then but never “cute”.

“Yeah. Cute. K-E-W-T Cute.” she continued. “Don't meant to launch into this so hard but I was wondering if you had any thoughts on meeting the gang again? There's no showcase today so figured it's just a casual setting, no fear, just vibes.” I had a think. Honestly my mind was just a fog at that point. The flashbacks to when I lost my friends, the act of suddenly making new ones. And all because Clyde ran straight into my massive belly. That and also Sakura called me cute. I have no idea why.

“...yeah. Yeah okay.” I responded.

“You don't sound too convincing...”

“What, want me to say it a certain way?”

“Just want to make sure that you're fully on board, don't want you to feel pressured.”

“Have you seen how big I am? I'm pretty much ALL pressure.” Another laugh from Sakura and I was fully melted into a sense of ease.

“Same with me and skinny jeans then. ALL jeans are skinny jeans. And lowriders too. Just want to make sure you're on board totally though.”

“I, Cara the big blueberry girl, want to meet you, Sakura with the beautiful fat ass, and your band of showcase misfits.”

“You just earned yourself a free corndog with that “beautiful fat ass” remark” I could hear Sakura's smile on the phone. “So do you want us to pick you up later on?”

“I have my own taxi service, comes with special blueberry seating. Part of a settlement I got from the factory for, you know, taking away my ability to do anything.”

“Swan-ky! Yeah, but does your “taxi” have a cool ass mural of an eagle carrying the American flag on the side?”

“No it does not. But I bet it also doesn't have special fittings to stop me bouncing out the doors.”

“We got bungee cords and rolls electrical tape, you'll be fine.” Sakura laughed some more before letting the subject go. “Okay, I get it. The van is a deathtrap even for those that aren't carried in the back anyway. So... I'll see you tonight?”

“Bet.”

The rest of the call was a brief talk on arrangements and times. I arranged my ride to drop me off at the same area as before where Sakura could meet me. The doors opened and it was still daylight outside. I had chosen another denim skirt, this time more frayed at the edges. It seemed more “casual” but it just looked like I blew open a pair of perfectly good jeans looking back at it. My panties were a light-ish pink, covering a part of underside in a V shape going into the skirt itself. My shirt was what looked like a stretched out t-shirt, if it had sleeves. Grey with a generic design on the front. I waddled out and saw Sakura waiting for me there.

She had a broad smile watching me exit. The first time I was greeted like a friend and not like I was furniture being moved into a small house. Despite not working for the showcase, her outfit seemed... outgoing. A baggy black t-shirt with an energy drink brand on it, it didn't quite cover her front all the way because her rear end pushed it back up, exposing white panties hugging her backside. Or at least what looked like it.

“Are you just wearing a t-shirt?” I half-joked, waddling out of the van. “No pants? At least I can't realistically fit pants”

“Neither can I! And it's warm out!” she tugged her t-shirt up. What I had thought were panties was actually another bikini. “As you can see, classier than the ol' stars and stripes.” the sides looked like they were tied together, the knots looking like a small tug away from unravelling. All I could think of was... this was her casual outfit? That look could make millions on the showcase!

“You look great though.”

“I look like I just woke up.” she put a hand through her hair, trying to smooth out the wild gelled hair, taking a few steps back in her flip flops.

“Maybe I should wake up next to you more often if you're going to look like this.” That was... a clumsy thing to say. But looking to Sakura she had a scarlet blush on her face.

“C'mon, let's meet the gang.” she said, walking beside me as I waddled away towards the site. She drew back the curtain towards this large tent. I waddled in and saw three members of the showcase casually milling around the room.

“This here is Cara. Be nice to her or I'll break your legs.” What an introduction Sakura gave me. I followed it up with an graceless “first day at school” wave.

A little person walked up to us, a bald headed man making his way to us. “I knew you had weird taste in women Sakura but never thought you'd get a blueberry for a girlfriend.”

I would have done a spit take if I had a mouth full of water.

“W-We're not dating or anything...!” I had to clear up.

“I can date whatever kinda fruit I want, Ralph.” Sakura bent down meanacingly over the . “And if Sakura wants a blueberry for a girlfriend, Sakura gets a blueberry for a girlfriend. Comprende?”

“I'm just bustin' ya balls, girly. Relax!” he approached me. The man mustn't have been over four feet tall. “Ralph Patrick. Been doing these kindsa things for years. I'm a little person, or a “dwarf”. 'cause this place is run by the most original bastards in the world.” he rolled his eyes. “Gotta say, wasn't expecting to meet a human blueberry. Sakura literally said she was bringing one over and I still couldn't quite see it in my head.”

“Oh, is the blueberry here?” spoke a voice from behind a curtain. Even though she had that privacy I could see something looming from it. A cowprint bikini and two pale mounds poking out. “Lemme see!”

Out came the next member of the group. I thought I was surprised at Sakura's size of backside. This woman's chest was a spine-shatteringly obscene size. She must have pushed Z cups and she was bouncing around the place as if they were full of helium as she giddily approached me. She came and gave me a big hug, which given the sheer amount of breast meat between me and her, was a feat. She had leaned over to give it to me so it helped bridge the gap. She even had a fake, fabric tail poking out of her bikini bottoms. Despite her overencumbered chest, her backside was miles away from being Sakura grade.

“Ain't she just darlin'~! You were right, she's hella cute~!” she spoke with this sugary southern twang that just filled me up with joy. If I wasn't backstage I'd have assumed she was putting it on. I looked to Sakura who was trying to avoid eye contact. I realised she might not be teasing when she called me cute before... “I'm Matilda the Human Cow. My real name is Grace but bossman said “Grace isn't a cow name”” she let go of the hug and I was allowed a deeper look into that cavernous cleavage.

“What... size are those?”

“Oh these lil' things? I dunno. Every time I get measured, they just say “Yeah, two sizes bigger this time”. So uh... two sizes bigger?” she shrugged her shoulders. “All natural before you say anythin'. No plastic surgery for any of us. Except Ralph.”

“Broke my nose, before you ask. Had to get it surgically fixed.”

“Oh, is the blueberry girl here?” I wasn't sure if I felt more like an exhibit or an old family member who hadn't been seen in a long time as another voice made itself know. In walked a massive belly. Following it, a handsome girl with long black hair, and smooth chocolaty skin as she had her hands resting on her stomach, dressed in a silk robe covering her chest and other areas, the belly obscuring all in its roundness. She looked like if a pregnant lady just inhaled a tank of oxygen. And pregnant was the right word to use as she looked at me.

“I thought you were off to check on your like... twenty dozen kids you got in there.” Ralph spoke, turning to meet her.

“Twenty nine children, thank you. And they're perfectly fine, as am I.” she spoke so well. It made me briefly forget that this woman was pregnant with TWENTY NINE children. “I did hear rumours Sakura was into the big girls. If I wasn't already seeing someone, I think I'd have to double my pregnancy to reach this size. You look wonderful darling.” she approached my side, placing a hand on it. “So smooth! Do you use cocoa butter? Oils?”

“No, all me...!” I responded. All this sudden admiration is the exact opposite of what I'm used to.

“I'm envious. Truly. I have to soak my stomach in various topical remedies to keep myself this smooth and round and “balloon-like” shall we say.” her skin looked like it. Smooth, round, yet obscenely huge. “My name is Kyla, the “Human Nursery” they call me. I have a hyper fertility problem which means I get pregnant easily, and my litter is always huge. This is my third time around, twenty nine is the most I've had in one go and the doctors say I could even push forty if I continue. Have you and Sakura thought about having children yet?” My eyes shot open out of shock.

“Children?”

“Kyla, they've only just started seein' each other. It's a bit early to talk about babies.” Ralph spoke.

“Can a blueberry even have children? I suppose Sakura would be the one carryin'...!” Grace intervened. Sakura started to wave them all off.

“We're not even dating, I think... are we? What's...” I looked around to a sea of curiosity and some confusion mixed in there as well.

“This has been fine and everything but I'm taking Cara to my tent.” Sakura stuck up a fist, beckoning me over as I waddled behind her.

“It's been nice meeting you all...!” I responded. They all smiled and waved as I was waddling away.

“Pleasures all ours Cara, you're welcome back any time!” Kyla's words rang out as I left towards Sakura's tent.

It looked like a home away from home with the furniture in place, but I was still in a sense of confusion.

 “Um... can I ask you a question?” I broke the silence as Sakura rubbed her forehead.

“So sorry, so sorry. I didn't want you to get swamped like that.”

“No, actually, it went really well! I like all your friends!” It was true. There was a sensory overload when it came to the actual people themselves but they were the nicest people I'd met so far in this crazy carnival. “It's just... they... they think we're “together”?”

“Yeah that's... my fault. I forgot all about that.” I waddled to face Sakura. She was red. Cherry red. You could even argue she was turning into a cherry, if such a thing were to happen. “It was after we met. We celebrate usually with a party after the fair shuts down to celebrate a job well done. Got hammered. Said a few things. You know when you get drunk and you start talking about how you need a partner? I dunno what happened much but...”

She was interrupted by a gruff voice from outside.

“Sakura, Fatso Fiona cancelled. Something about being stuck in a bathtub. We need you for an hour until we can get cover.”

Sakura groaned into her hands. “I'll explain later. Can you hang tight for an hour?”

“Sure...!” I say, “I'll stick around here, don't worry. Not like I can go anywhere.”

“Thanks, you're a doll. At least it'll give you time to cool off, right?” Sakura smiled as she left her tent.

What was all that about? All I know is Sakura got drunk, everyone thinks we're dating and this is literally Day Two of our friendship. I did want to speak with the showcase guys again... it was time to get some answers.

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I was standing in Sakura's tent trying to gather my thoughts on what had happened. I had met so many people with incredible conditions that were similar to mine, I had an emotional roller-coaster where everyone thought I was dating someone and the strangest thought that kept coming into my head was... people thought I was worthy of dating? The idea that someone would see me as human was a far stretch to me. But attractive? I thought back to the phone call I had with Sakura. She called me cute. Or “kewt”. Was she being serious?

–

When your body is permanently disfigured, a roadblock you don't necessarily think about is your... natural feelings. I'm sure you're totally aware of what I mean by that. Urges. Desires.

A few months had passed and I had just gotten into my routine at Blimpy Burger. Van honks, I waddle in, do the drive-thru, tolerate customers to the best of my ability, I come home, I turn on the TV and watch whatever I haven't already watched. And if that isn't available, I watch the same shows I've watched a thousand times for a thousand more.

A new batch of shows were on. I had completely forgotten about it but it was Valentine's Day. When you're stuck in an apartment unable to do much you'd be surprised how much your movie taste completely evaporates. So much romantic shlock, but all I saw were potential time killers so on it goes.

A movie comes on. The quirky girl who's stunningly attractive (but for the sake of the movie is “ugly”) goofily goofs around like a goof until Handsome Hardbod comes along and sees how stunningly attractive she is. It was good for a laugh at least. I spent that entire Valentine's Day watching movies.

My mind wandered, poisoned by mediocre romance movies. The Handsome Hardbod character grew more handsome. The plots more raunchy. When was the last time a guy touched me like that? It's been a while since I had anything  close to a casual fling.

My toes started to curl a little. My hands flexing and drumming my body as I watched these scenes. I was alone so any strange movements I made were totally fine. And then I was reminded of another curse of immobility.

I couldn't “reach”.

You know. To “take care of myself”.

I was stuck with my breaths growing heavier as more movies came out, the age ratings increasing with every flick. A girls imagination grows wilder. The handsome man taking me, kissing me, caressing me. I snapped out of it when the dreaded “Are you still watching?” warning came on. I felt strange, because in my imagination I wasn't a blueberry. I'd never been touched like that as a blueberry. The possibility of any of those fantasy scenarios becoming reality was long gone. But I was in such state of mind it wasn't something I felt immediate doom about.

There was always this sense of doom I felt inside of my stomach when I remembered a thing I used to do and then remember quickly I don't have the arms, legs or body to do it any more.

But being caressed? Touched? Kissed? I didn't need legs or arms. Just another person. The “experience” might be a little one sided, sure. But I'm a blueberry. I'm allowed to be selfish for just these fantasies.

I switched to the next movie. The cycle of imagination began again. Only this time I thought hard about it. The handsome man coming to town, placing his hands on me and holding me. Only this time, I was a blueberry. He was rubbing my expanse, calling me gorgeous, pushing me into a luxury apartment. Oh god... pushing me. Taking me. I was his blueberry. I wanted to be his blueberry. I was to be enjoyed like the huge fruit I was...

I felt it.

It.

Strong. Intense. My entire body on fire. The noise I made couldn't even be described as human. I didn't even need to reach, I “got what I needed” all by myself. I don't even remember what the movie was about.

Silence filled the room as the movie ended.

I do not like being a blueberry.

But... do I “like” being a blueberry?

Fuck.

–

It had been a while since that experience. The emotional battle that waged in my head about it was something I'd smothered away until now. Now someone real seemed to have an interest in me. Or at least was drunk enough to speak about me in a manner one would speak about the chesty girl at the supermarket. It gave me a small ego boost despite my conflicting mind.

I spent a few moments in Sakura's tent. I knew she could move fast but I had to be sure she wasn't going to come back before I went back into the tent. She did ask me to stay here after all. I'm not sure how much trouble I'd even be in if I left. Regardless, I waddled out and the coast was clear as I went back into the tent of the showcase.

The Human Cow wasn't anywhere to be seen, granted she was in what I assume was a costume so I guessed she was away. But Kyla, the human nursery, looked like she'd finished polishing that stomach of hers to a mirror sheen.

“Ah, Cara, how delightful to see you so soon.” she smiled warmly. She really did have that motherly glow about her. “Are you not with Sakura at the moment? Don't tell me she's off buying cigarettes again.”

“N-No! She had to cover for uh... “Fatso Fiona”?”

“Bathtub?”

“Bathtub.”

Kyla laughed to herself as she screwed the lid on a large vat of cream she was using. It smelt so sweet, like lavender. In fact she smelt like a perfume shop all by herself.

“But either way, a delight to see you again. Sakura has taken a real shine to you, it's incredibly rare for that to happen with any one so consider yourself lucky.”

“Actually I wanted to ask about that.” I felt huge in front of Kyla. But significantly less so. She was also huge. “Listen, we aren't together. Not that I think Sakura isn't great...”

“Darling I know how rumours are. I was there for at least half of it. Sakura loves to drink in the after parties and of course I can't drink because of my young.” she stroked her stomach. Even if she had a full bottle of beer I don't think it'd effect that many, but I'm not a scientist. “But she does have an infatuation with you for some reason. You must have struck a chord.”

“No more than I thought, really. We bonded over shared experiences of growth and all. But... infatuation? Like she “likes” me? After a day?”

“She was giddy upon meeting you. She loved your "vibe". I can't really elaborate further. Only Sakura can. But it did remind me of a very intense childhood crush type situation.” Kyla opened another pot of  cream, this time smelling of bubblegum, stroking it along that bare, dark belly. “She's very honest with me. It seems like forever ago she confided in me she was lesbian.”

“Oh... so... she actually is into girls? Not that it wasn't kinda obvious she swings that way already considering everyone thought we were dating...” When I heard confirmation of her orientation I felt... happy? Like I had a chance with her. But I wasn't even chasing her! Was I? Why did I feel a sense of giddiness of my own then, like something could happen?

“Why, are you also lesbian?” Kyla's question caught me off guard. I was into guys. At least, I thought I was at first.

“No...” Kyla's face dropped, as if struck by an arrow to the heart.

“Oh sweetheart, you need to tell Sakura before it's too late if you don't like girls.” Kyla seemed disappointed by the news, but I wasn't even sure of that answer myself.

–

Being a blueberry and having sexual thoughts seemed incompatible. At first I thought doing the same would be like having sexual attraction towards a burn victim in hospital. A few weeks went by after my first “climax” I had as a blueberry. I was only rudely reminded when the movie I was watching when it happened popped up in my recommended like a reminder of a dirty deed. Like a pair of panties on a lampshade or a random guys number in your phone.

I had a more lucid think about my situation. I did what a normal person would do in my situation. I didn't change out of my work uniform to my usual casual clothes. I stayed naked. That's right. Normal.

I wanted to really see myself. Properly. For the first time. It actually surprised me that I had never done that before. To even think of it before almost disgusted me but now I was more intent to understand. To understand myself. My body.

I looked in the large mirror I'd usually use to inspect my uniform and finally gave myself a stare down. Usually, I'd just see a big blue orb. Thanks to my ventures out I could see a head now. But looking at myself fully exposed from head to toe was something I'd been meaning to do.

I tried to look at the human parts of me. The best I could considering my size. My feet I could just about see. The front of them anyway. My hands I could see if I were to flap. My head, my hair, my eyes, nose.. my belly button. My nipples were darker... I didn't feel as vulnerable as I had expected staring at the private parts like my nipples. Looking downwards I tried to see if I still had... my other parts.

I couldn't see anything. I was completely smooth down there so it wasn't as if I had a place I could look for. The lighting wasn't too bad. I could definitely feel that I had something down there but nothing stuck out or made itself known. Someone with a more intimate view could have seen something but from where I was standing? Nada.

It was a strange feeling. I was trying to think of what I'd usually say. Disgusting. Abomination. Weird. Gross. But it didn't feel right, it felt like I was forcing myself to feel sorry for myself. But I couldn't call myself beautiful or pretty. At least not yet. Inconvenient? Awkward? That felt a little more fitting. Unusual? Quirky? Those felt like more fitting words.

I can accept quirky.

–

“It's not that I'm not into girls! I just...” I wracked my brain on how to explain it. “Never had any girls interested in me...? So I'd never really thought of myself as lesbian. But I wouldn't call myself straight.”

“So you're bisexual?” hearing Kyla saying it out loud took me by surprise. Maybe I was. It felt right, considering the circumstances but I still felt unsure. I wasn't expecting a realisation about my sexuality on my second day of interacting with people as a fruit.

“No! I don't... think? I'm totally not sure right now L-Like I said before. I never considered a girl would ever be interested in me, especially as a blueberry...”

“Well Sakura wants to fuck your blueberry brains out.” came a gruff voice out of nowhere. If I had a drink in my mouth I'd have spat it out for a hundred yards.

“Ralph! Inappropriate!” Kyla snapped, some bubblegum cream splashing as she pointed the finger of judgement towards him.

“I just couldn't get over this grade school drama. Cara, sweetheart, Sakura wants to jump your bones. Or whatever bones you got.”

“We're still not sure if it was just drunken ramblings though.” Kyla retorted.

“Kyla, this ain't too much about feelin's. I'm not even sure how bedroom time would even work between the two but godspeed if you find out. Cara, Sakura likes ya. That's why we thought you two were going out already. The way she spoke of you I ain't ever heard anyone speak that way about anyone. She's a sure thing! Tap that ass, there's enough of it!” Ralph smugly put a cigarette in his mouth leaving me and Kyla in a stunned silence.

“But you know this isn't just about sex, Ralph. Sakura actually took a shine to her. A connection.”

“Yeah, she wants her ass connected to her blueberry face.”

“RALPH”

“Alright, alright...” Ralph stuck a hand in his pocket as he allowed Kyla to continue. I was bombarded with all these revelations. It had been a long while since I had conversations about me that weren't by medical staff or shocked onlookers. It was so much information to take in I couldn't even take it all in.

I took a deep breath. “So the cliff notes are... Sakura likes me?”

“She does. There may be a hint of lust rather than love but she just seems to... dig you.” Kyla finished her skincare routine and looked at me with a warm smile. “I just thought you had a right to know considering how we thought you two were already together. I had a hunch it wasn't at that stage anyway though.” she extended an arm and gave my side a pat. I assume because I had no shoulders. “But we're talking life on the road. Relationships here can last a week or two and when there's another fair, it's gone. “Long Term” is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.”

I was stunned by the onslaught of information but at the same time... I was happy. Thrilled, even. Someone found me attractive. Me. A round orb of blue. “I best get back before Sakura knows I'm gone.”

With a few parting words, I waddled back to her tent. The conversation felt like both five minutes and five seconds so when I did make my return I was relieved to she she wasn't back. But not a minute later, she appeared.

“Man, I am so sorry for that. Fuckin' Fiona. Every time.” Sakura was in just her white bikini, her shirt off. Obviously her showtime look for the cameras. “Pervs out in full force today too. Can only smile and bend over so many times.” she was muttering, obviously a turn of mood as she rummaged around for her cigarettes.

“I'm sorry to hear that. Need to talk about it?”

“I need my smokes.” she said, still trying to find them.

“I saw Ralph with some earlier.” I explained, this seemed to set her off even further.

“Ralph? Again!? He's always stealing my fuckin' cigarettes!” she looked ready to throw something as she called out, marching outside. I could hear a muffled argument come from two tents over. I waddle out to see the two in a heated argument, which ended with Ralph confessing and handing over his pack of cigarettes.

“If you steal them again I'll throw you over this fucking fence, you weirdo!” Sakura's screaming was intense as she stared daggers at the man who rolled his eyes.

“Weirdo? I take offence to that! I ain't the perv who wants to be with a fuckin' blueberry.”

“And so what if I do!?”

“You know she ain't even into broads, right? Said so herself.” Sakura was stunned by the revelation. Her hands were shaking.

“N-no... you're lying you little weasel!”

“Yeah, said so herself. Came over to talk to us about why we thought yous two were going out.” Ralph's frustration exposed what we'd said. I was getting angry but Sakura could barely get the cigarette in her mouth. “You've only known each other for like, what, a few hours? You can't be that torn up about it. More fish in the sea, yadda yadda yadda.”

“I just... I felt something...” her voice was quieter than I'd heard it. That bravado and fire from before extinguished hard.

“Felt what? Horny? You think I ain't been with a few dames that didn't like what I got goin' on? She likes guys, fatass.” That last comment got Sakura. I was expecting her to unleash the fire once more but it was like she shrank into herself.

“I like girls.” I spoke, making myself known. Sakura's eyes went towards me. They were shimmering, a film of tears.

“You're just sayin' that 'cause your friend got burned.” Ralph waved his hands dismissively.

“I. Like. GIRLS.” I bellow out. I didn't even realise I could be that loud. “Yeah, I like guys. I like girls, too. I especially have a thing for incredibly nice, very welcoming Japanese girls who just so happen to have asses the size of boulders. Because weird shrimpy men see me as a blueberry. She sees me as a human blueberry. So unless you want several tons of blueberry to crush you into a fine pulp I expect you to turn around, get in your tent, and leave her the fuck alone...!”

Holy shit. Where did that come from? Was that years of customer service anguish rising up to set fire to this guy? I didn't even care. Sakura was hurt, and to hell to whoever hurt her. The “asses the size of boulders” comment even got a flinch of a smile from Sakura as I let it all out. It was Ralph's turn to shrink a little. He then dismissively shook his head and waved an arm out dismissively. “All that over a pack of cigarettes?” were his last words before getting in.

Sakura was still shaking. But she rushed up to me and gave me the biggest hug I think I've ever received in my life. And how much I wanted to return it. She was still shaking, trying to hold back  her sobbing, but she was smiling at least.

“Cara, I...”

“Don't explain.” I felt like I was in more control now than I've ever been. Me. A sphere. In control. Hah. “I heard about the drunken rants. I left your tent to talk to the other guys, that's how I knew Ralph had your cigs. All I met was Kyla. We had a... soul searching session. She explained most of what happened.” Sakura nodded, sniffling. I heard a faint “Love that bitch...” that got a snigger out of me.

“I'm the stupidest fucking girl in the world.” Sakura whined softly. She seemed almost ashamed. “You're the first girl I've known like me in a way. I felt like I knew you all my life yet I've only known you for like, what a few hours? How fucking stupid is that?” she repeated, wiping a way her tears. “But Cara. This is important, and I want you to be honest. Brutally so. Do you... actually like girls? Or did you say it shut Ralph up?” an awkward pause hung in the air. I wasn't actually sure. I'd never even thought of it and still didn't have a straight answer. I saw her face fade with colour the longer I stood thinking, as if preparing for the worst.

“I'm into girls” I say. It's true after all. “I've just never... been with a girl.” Also true. “Or... even thought about it that much... no girls ever shown interest in me so I guess I've never thought about it.” Sakura had a smile, but still doubt remained in that face, I could sense it.

“So... are you, or are you not into girls?” she tried to elaborate.

“...how about a date?” I was honestly surprised those words came out of my mouth. I wasn't even sure where. Or when. Or even how. I was a fruit. But those words made Sakura's face light up.

“A date? Seriously?”

“A real date. Away from here. Two girls. On a date. As two girls. A lesbian date.” I awkwardly stumble over my words. Kinda wishing I hadn't.

“Wow, you really haven't been with a girl, have you?” she gave my stomach a soft prod. She had this way of making my anxiety disappear and at the same time make fun of me. “But as date proposals go, that's the best one I've had. Really. It is! Some girl once introduced herself saying she wanted to take me on a date to the porta-potty's so she could see how much of my ass could fit in it” Sakura's mood returned and I laughed pretty loudly at the words. “But I accept. I would love to go on a date, Cara.”

Wow. A date. In less than a week I've gone from absolute shut in to... dating. Dating another girl, none the less.

Holy shit.

I have nothing to wear.    

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“No... No... No... Come on, surely there's something in this machine...” I grumbled to myself as I scrolled through the selection of clothing that was presented to me on the tablet the company had given me, staring directly at the machine that would dress me for my first date in several years. The date wasn't for a while yet, this was early in the morning and this was a date that I myself had proposed but my heart was in my throat. Strong waves of regret washing over my body when I realised how preposterous the idea of someone going on a romantic date with a blueberry was. A few times already I had resisted the urge to simply cancel it. I catch reflections of myself in whatever reflective surface was in my apartment and feel a sense of dread wash over me because... I'm still a blueberry.

Now I'm cringing over how I presented myself. The entire date-posal I had given, how much I fumbled the mere act of asking her on a date. The waves of self doubt kept crashing in my mind. This entire thing was a mistake, wasn't it?

My train of self pity was thoroughly derailed by my phone going off. Oh god it was Sakura. 

I took a deep breath and answered.

“Heeeeeey, Sa-ku-raaaaah...!” I spoke out loud. Totally natural.

“Uh... hey, Cara...!” her reply came out, and I immediately wonder if I had a few screws loose in my head afterwards. “You... okay? Not been hitting the sauce early, have you?”

“Noooo, not at aaaaall!” I let out a pathetic whimper. “Sorry, sorry, I'm just freaking out over this date.” I felt deflated (ironically) admitting that, blue hands drifting across my sides. “Promise you won't be mad?”

“Why would I be mad? Don't be such a dingleberry, blueberry.” Sakura laughed. She just had this natural talent of melting my fears. “That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“It's totally fine if you want to cancel.” I blurt out.

“Cancel? Why the hell would I do that?” Sakura's words once more picked the lock on my anxiety. “Actually, I wanted to talk about where we wanted to go. I figure what with being a blueberry, I didn't want to take you any place you couldn't go to.”

---

My mind drifted to when I first plucked up the guts to go outside. It was a moment of madness, but I needed another grabby claw. The one I had served me so well, plucking up things from the ground that had otherwise been lost forever. One of the strings that pulled the claw had bust, making it useless. And I didn't feel like calling up for a replacement.

It was one of the only occasions I had gone outside beyond work that I could remember. There was a convenience store just around the corner that I could go to without much issue. Surely it wouldn't be that much of a slog. I used to go there a ton. Emergency booze runs, late night cheese puff runs, me and the old lady that ran the place were on good terms. Seemed like a stretch she'd accept me right out of the gate but... I needed that grabby claw.

I waddled out in my “casuals”, my t-shirt and skirt, exposed underwear and all, and waddled to the store.

Waddled being the key word. Slowly. An apartment never felt so small. The areas which I usually wandered were quite small areas distance-wise, so actually being outside in the fresh air with a sense of freedom felt wonderful, but was muffled by the large pillow of immobility. One, two, one, two, one step at a time, it felt like I was relearning how to waddle after all those days spent in rehab. This was my first real test.

I remember the gawks and stares I got from some people. But surprisingly, in their good nature, they didn't really comment toward me. At least not out loud so I could hear it. It must have been so unusual to see me in such a state but I was determined to make it to the store.

I eventually made it, it took about ten, maybe twenty more minutes than usual to make what would be a less than two-minute journey on foot. But I got there. Only to find my next obstacle. Doorways. The narrow, single person door that led to me to more mobility. I felt my heart sink as I noticed just how round, how ripe I really was. Unlike Blimpy Burger there wasn't exactly a cargo entrance for me to go into either.

The woman who owned the store came out to greet me (or stare, it's hard to figure out which). After a few moments she raised an eyebrow.

“...Cara?”

“Cara.” I reply. “Yeah, I look a bit different.” I tried to diffuse any comments regarding my body with awkward wit. “I... could I snag one of them grabby thingies?”

“...the Litter Pickers?”

“Yeah, one of them” I say to the elderly woman. She walked back and got me one, placing the handle in my hand.

“So what's this for, dress up?” she gestured to my body.

“...allergic reaction...?” I spoke as if I didn't even believe what happened to me. The woman took a moment to process it herself.

“I break out with a rash sometimes if I eat too much citrus.” she went on, before waving, “Well, if you need anything, just holler.”

“W-wait...!” I had realised I hadn't paid. “How much i-”

A big folly in my plan to purchase the grabby claw. I didn't have any money. I'd just jetted off with the goal of reaching the store, and forgot to actually take any bills or coins with me. Not that I had any way of getting them out of my bag even if I had it.

“Don't worry about it.”

I watched as the old lady returned to the store. My eyes welled up. Was it wrong of me to be so nervous? I felt guilty about not paying. I knew she didn't have to help me me with my condition but I knew I just needed to suck it up. At least until I waddle home.

“I'm sorry, Miss.”

“Don't mention it. But if you need anything else, you can call. I can have my nephew deliver anything you need.” Those were her last words before she scurried off to the back.

It was weird to still encounter someone so kind.

–--

“Oh, no, absolutely! I wouldn't want to make you choose somewhere that isn't convenient for you, either!” I quickly agreed. “What with your butt... damn. You're much smaller than me...”

I heard Sakura's chuckle on the other side.

“I had an idea. And I'm not sure if it's something you're into or not, but it's a place I like to go to... and it's special to me.” Sakura's voice seemed to calm from  her natural peppery vocal tones.

“I'm privileged to get to see it” I was calmed down by her tone of voice, but not before she started laughing a little.

“It's not, like, amazing or anything. It's just a quiet place I like to go to. I figured what with us sharing... unique body deformities... you'd appreciate it. Plus I'm drawing a blank on if you like movies or not.”

“I like movies, it's movie theatres I don't like. They were cramped even back when I was five foot something.” I told her, “So, where is it? What is it?”

“I wanna keep it a secret. It's a little... strange. So I want it to be a surprise. I'm not taking you anywhere I think you won't enjoy, I'll give you the address. Promise me you won't Google it and ruin the surprise?”

“If it weren't a hassle to go on the internet in this body in the first place, I'd trust you regardless.” I reply. I felt my pulse quicken once more. A surprise date... I didn't want to second guess Sakura's attraction to me, but knowing I'll be giving the address to a nameless van driver who'll whisk me off to this strange location... it was natural to be at least an iota sceptical.

“Awesome. Great. Superb!” Sakura chimed, she seemed stoked on the idea. “So, the address is...”

After a few official notations on locations, we exchanged pleasantries and she hung up. I still didn't have anything to wear. I completely forgot to ask about a dress code. Not that I had much that could fit anyway. All I knew was not wear the Blimpy Burger uniform.

Eventually, I settled on something. This polka dot dress with a red sash. I tested it out and after a few moments of struggling, it fit. That is it “““fit”””. I tried to find a pair of panties that matched the polka dots. This black dress with white spots could only be matched with white panties with no spots, right? Regardless, that's what she's getting. With some white pumps on to boot, I was ready to go.

Three hours later, that is. I had to be sure after all.

I gave my driver the location and off I went. It was still surreal to feel sensations of my body jerking in directions that I wasn't used to. The windowless van whisking me off on my magical mystery date. But soon those sensations faded as I tried to imagine what exactly was to happen. I didn't anticipate in my new life I'd ever be on a date as a big fat blueberry.

–-

Loneliness is a common feeling to feel. It's weird to think I spent years being a hermit due to what had happened to me years ago on that factory floor. Resorting to my imagination to fill in the gaps. I suppose it's just one of those things you forget about when your entire emotional inventory is filled with inflation based anxiety.

I suppose when you have loneliness mixed with a crippling fear of going outside, it cancels each other out and you're left to veg out inside your own apartment. Or “fruit” out. I suppose that's something I've invented these past few years. It's weird in just the span of a week, if not even that, my entire outlook on social interactions has gone up by a thousand bajillion percent

–-

The van arrived at its location and dropped me off at the address. The doors opened, I waddled out, and what greeted me was...

A skate park...? Near the beach?

The driver insisted this was the right address as I waddled out to the ramps and bowls in place. I scanned for my “date” and, like an eagle taking flight, there she was. A gigantic ass that could eclipse the sun, sailing out of the concrete bowl like some sort of bottom heavy angel. She landed on the ground near me, almost as if to make an entrance. If it wasn't for the short stumble she did after she realised she was about to run into me, I'd have thought this was intentional.

Sakura was donned in a denim jacket and a neatly pressed t-shirt with those fashionable rips you only get from a store. Complete with a pair of bikini bottoms that looked designer more than anything, and bare legs going all the way down towards a pair of funky looking roller blades.

“Hey! You're early!” Sakura smirked, checking her watch. “Five minutes early, that is. I thought I'd be here to welcome you but...” she started to ramble a little as I looked out to where we were having our date. I was trying to make sense of what was going on. Or how someone with a massive, wobbling backside such as her could be so agile.

“Don't worry about it, Sakura.” I offered a smile atop my big frame. “I'm just surprised, that's all.”

“That's why I called it a surprise, dork!” she said, giving my body a big hug. So warm... so sensitive. My toes curled as I embraced the hug. “I love your dress! I'm impressed they had your size.” she played with the material of what I was wearing.

“I don't really choose my outfits much beyond what I'm given. What size would you say I am? A... 15XL?” I joked. Sakura smirking as she looked in my eyes. This was probably the first time I'd ever seen her so close without me stammering or her being dragged off to work. She had this beautiful pale complexion, just a tiny bit of makeup for a punk. She was very much embracing her asian side, with a pretty impressive styled hair. Not that it would distract much from the gorgeous dump truck she was carrying.

“XL, stands for extra lovely.” Sakura smiled. She went back towards the skate park as I waddled to. I was enjoying the prime location, overlooking the beach, the sun close to setting as I watched the van head off, leaving me to my date.

“So... I gotta ask... why here?” I looked towards Sakura as she idly skated in circles inside of the bowl. I was happy just to watch her, granted participating was a stretch and a half.

“This is my happy place” she replied, doing a few turns. Her gracefulness on roller blades was astonishing for someone with her shape. “And I wanted to finally share it with someone.”

“...finally...?”

“No one really comes by this place, weirdly enough.” she gestured to the somewhat empty skate park. There were only two or three people skating in their own particular corners of the park. “When I first started growing properly, like to the point I wasn't fitting any pants, I thought that I'd never really skate again. The usual place I went to... I felt self conscious. So this was my little paradise. I never gave up my desire to skate. I suppose meeting you made me realise just how difficult it could have been.”

“Glad to be your reminder.” I sarcastically quip.

“Sorry, I didn't mean it like that...”

“I know.” I smile, hoping the angle I was at didn't block the view that I wasn't too worried. “I think it's crazy you can skate around with that giant ass of yours. But I do love watching it wiggle.” I comment. Sakura stumbled in her skating, but only because she was laughing too much to concentrate.

“Y'know if you were a drunken guy at the fairground I'd have threatened to slap you.” she smirked as she skated up the lip, and back towards me.

“If I was a drunken guy at the fairground, I'd be able to tip you enough to look the other way.”

“Touché” she said, placing a hand gently on my stomach.

“I hope you realise I'm not really able to skate. And don't you think about attaching wheels on me.”

“I wasn't sure as of where to take you. There aren't really any resources about where to take blueberry girls on dates. But I am big in areas, and I simply followed my instincts.” Sakura sighed under her breath. “If there's any place you want to go, I'll follow.”

“I'm not even sure myself. You're, like, the first person I've ever been outside with one-on-one. Like properly. Intentionally. That I want to see.” I try to make it sound less pathetic. “The first date I've been on since the accident. I'll be honest, I couldn't even think of a single place we could have gone that would accommodate me. So... this was a great idea. In fact it's even better because you said you hadn't been here with anyone else.” I offered the best I could, with Sakura's smile returning. I could tell she was a little unsure if it was a selfish idea or not.

“And it isn't because I wanted to show off either. If I wanted to do that I'd find a dark room and some booty bouncing beats.” Sakura spoke before dropping into the bowl. Backwards.

“Why didn't we do that instead!?” I was only half joking when I said that. That would have been fun, a laugh shared between the both of us.

“Might have been a bit too heavy for a first date. And girls like us know heavy.” Sakura said as she idly skated around. It was actually fun to watch her do her thing. Not just because I was lusting after that bouncing, firm, delightfully pumped up booty too. Soon she leapt back out, coming back up to me. “Want me to take you on a tour? I can show you the places I've bailed. I think there's still a dent where I slid into a wet patch and smashed my head.”

“Oooh, is that why you find me so attractive? Brain damage? The plot thickens.” I smarmily retort, with Sakura giving me a nudge.

“If I knew why my brain loved the sight of big, round blue girls...” she spoke out loud before blushing, turning away as she took off her blades. “You're chill, Cara. For a girl whose had so much happen to you, the fact you haven't broken yet is pretty immense. I'd for certain have just called it quits.”

I started to waddle with Sakura as she showed me around the park, I waddled around as she walked barefoot, telling me stories. Some I listened to, but my mind drifted to what she said before. About calling it quits.

–--

It's no secret that I longed to be normal again, to go back to my life before.

But the reality was, I couldn't go back. I was stuck in this body, and despite getting used to it, it had taken a toll on me. Obviously I didn't want to leave my house, let alone be seen in public. I didn't want people staring at me or making fun of me. I became reclusive, shutting myself off from the world.  

 “Calling it quits” in the most extreme sense grew more appealing on certain days. With no family to contact and cheer me up, no friends who really wanted to stay with me no matter how fickle they'd end up being... many times I'd have enough. I felt like talking to the doctors again about potentially... doing the unthinkable.

The more I existed as a fruit, the more I sought just to see it through. I had dark days. I had darker days than that. But some days my goal was to simply get as “used to it” as I could be.

 Sakura might not know it yet but she's essentially saved my life. Maybe some day, some how, I'll be able to turn this into a positive thing, to use my experience to help others going through the same thing. But for now, I'm just happy to have found some peace in my reclusive life as a blueberry.

-- –

Sakura regaled me on small stories around the skate park. I felt a touch guilty I didn't listen to all of it while being lost in my own thoughts, she spoke with passion and humour which wasn't lost on me at all in the parts I saw.

Soon, we were overlooking one of the bigger ramps. The view up there was incredible. The ocean, the beach, looking at the small people skating around. I was happy to just take it in with someone else.

 “So... how's the date going so far?” Sakura asked. “I know it isn't everyth-”

 “It's amazing” I interrupt her. “I... just feel happy right now. All these emotions I thought I'd never see again. So much has happened in such a short amount of time it's hard for me to articulate it. You are amazing, Saks.”

 ““Saks?”” Sakura snorted incredulously. “What, like a burlap sack?”

 “Sorry” We couldn't help but chuckle, “I place the blame solely on the lack of human interaction I've had since the accident. What would you like to be called? “Lady Big Butt”? “The Enormous Cutie with the Enormous Booty?””

 There was a bit of a pause before she replied. “...Jessica.” she turned to me, her eyes were glistening a little. I was confused by the sudden change in name. I was expecting a nickname. Or an insult.

 “Jessica...?”

“My real name. Jessica Mizuki Nakazaki.” her natural, cheeky tone had dissolved into a more curious calmness. “Sakura is a stage name... I've had it ever since I joined the Showcase. It's pretty much exclusively what I go by now.” she let out a laboured sigh as I continued to listen. “I like you, Cara. So I trust you. It's been a while since I told someone my real name who doesn't already know it. Ever since I joined the Showcase due to my giant ass I've always been in two minds about it. I suppose it helps me restore some pride in my figure but at the same time I'm very aware as of what's bringing in the dough. And it isn't my charming personality.”

 I was astonished to hear her story. But I was happy to listen. And I felt blessed she told me she not only liked me, but trusted me. “I see... well, not that I'm hiding my name, but... Cara Elliot Swain.” I spoke. I'd stick out a hand to shake but... obvious reasons mean I couldn't. “That might explain why we started off so prickly.”

 “Prickly?”

“Yeah. Prodding me, coming in with this... attitude.” I tried to soften my words to stop them being argumentative.” I elaborated. Sakura looked to the side off the ramp, as if figuring out more words to say. I waited until she had it.

 “I felt guilty. I couldn't hide it so I got all “bad girl”.” Jessica rubbed her arm.

 “Guilty about what? You hadn't even done anything. Guilty about me being this way? That was the factory's fault, not yours.”

“I felt guilty about finding you attractive.” Sakura twisted her wrist a bit, fidgeting with her own hands. “I spend most of my time fending off perverts, worried about what people would think about my ass. And all of a sudden I see this girl who's a big blueberry and my brain immediately thinks “Damn, she's hot as fuck”. I felt a little sick I felt that. It reminded me of what I've been avoiding and I started having all these thoughts and I'm...” her sentence hit a brick wall.

“Saku-... Jessica...” the moment I spoke her real name I saw her flinch a little, almost like a light had been switched on. “I can't begin to know how you feel in that light. At least gigantic butts are something people are conventionally into, even if it is enormous. But in case you forgot... I'm a blueberry. There's only one of me. And I thought my life was truly over. The fact someone actually finds me attractive made me feel human again. So... even if we never hit it off, thank you for finding me hot.”

 “Don't thank me, thank my brain.” she pointed to her noggin. “But... thank you.” she propped herself up, and placed her hands across my belly. Or what would have been my “waist”. “Out of all the blueberries I've dated, you're in the Top 3.” she sniggered, as did I.

 “Am I at least better than the girl who wanted to force your butt into a porta-potty. Please tell me I'm better than her.”

 “You're probably the best date I've ever had to be honest with you.” she adjusted her denim jacket, I could feel her stomach pressing into mine. It took me some strength not to whimper under the sensitivity of it all.

“Really? Wow. You must have been on some lame dates.” I retort. “But this place is really magical... it's a shame I can't skate. I couldn't skate even when I was normal but I think it's too late for me to learn how to go down this ramp.”

“Oh really?” Sakura had a smirk on her face, growing like a weed. “I don't think it's too late at all. Do you really want to go down this ramp?”

 “Well yeah, sure, but...”

 I hadn't realised just what I had done, but I felt Jessica's hands on me, and one forceful shove later...

 “Wait what are y- F-FUUUUCK!”

I felt gravity itself sink under my massive body, my vision becoming a blur as my body hurtled down the ramp. All I could shout were constant swear words and screaming as I felt my entire body hurtle towards the bottom, and back up the opposite end, just short of the lip exiting the entire ramp itself, and back towards the big ramp I'd come down from. But my cursing slowly turned into... laughter. Joy. The thrill and adrenaline of a fairground ride. Holy shit, this was fun! The speed, the intensity, the surprise of it all. A cocktail of pure positivity stimulating through my body. I had rolled onto my back, wrapped in a chorus of panicked laughter as I tried to calm my heart rate down, to be greeted by Jessica at the bottom.

 “Oh fuck you, Jessica! I thought I was going to die!” I couldn't speak properly because of the raucous laughter I was having. Jessica smugly looked down at my face as I kicked my feeble feet.

 “Not gonna lie, thought you were gonna clear the ramp on the other side. Very glad you didn't.” Jessica was just rubbing it in at that point.

“Fuuuuck you! You're gonna pay for that!” I threatened through a joyful smile. I hadn't even registered I was completely helpless at this point, my feet kicking in the air. I was too high on the rush of what had just happened.

 “And how do you plan on making me pay for it?” Jessica rubbed my stomach, approaching my face. There was a moment of silence was we locked eyes. My heart started to race even faster, if such a thing was possible.

“I have one idea...” I felt my mouth say those words, but I don't remember intentionally speaking them.

 Jessica leaned herself over... and planted her lips on mine.

 She kissed me.

 And I kissed her.

 Two girls moans softly vibrating my thick blue lips on her natural pink ones. My toes curling, my hands balling up into fists as she stroked my through my hair. It felt like we were kissing for hours before she finally broke the seal between our lips. She licked her own softly.

“You even taste of blueberries~”

Chapter Text

 It was an amazing night. We spent the last half an hour just kissing each other in the skate park like two teenagers behind the school, not really doing much else other than that. We were just... enjoying ourselves. Brief moments I forgot I was even a blueberry. I was simply Cara, laid on my back and making out with this gorgeous punk girl. When my phone vibrated I knew it was time to go as the van was approaching.

Knowing I couldn't physically pick up the phone, they'd ring my phone until it went to voicemail. It was the same effect as those vibrating pads you get when you're waiting for a table in a busy restaurant. I had to plan my pick ups and wait for the buzz and so on.

 I cursed the fact I had to go. I was rolled up by her, and it was her first time physically rolling me. It was also the first time I had been rolled by someone other than factory staff or the odd passer-by. It felt all the more intimate despite it being another human hauling another human onto their feet, simply because of who it was doing it. I waddled away, we kissed goodbye, and I ignored the fact I might have been being watched by the driver or passers-by. I didn't really care. I was happy. I was more than happy. I was straight up dizzy. I don't remember smiling this much. Ever.

 The next day I had a smile still plastered on my face. Jessica was still on the mind. But the weirdest thing about it is... who do I tell? I wanted to tell the world I had an amazing date. Exiling myself from social media meant I didn't really have anyone to vent to. It was just a mixed blessing that this time it was a purely positive.

 –--

 After what had happened with Connie, what happened with everyone abandoning me post-accident, I felt alone. But in a way it was something of a plus and a minus. A minus for obvious reasons but having to explain myself and  my body, the entire story from beginning to end to a dozen people... it would have been exhausting work. It was tiring just thinking about doing it.

 So I just... didn't. What's a performer without an audience? And what's a performer without a... performance. What would I have posted? “Day 192. Still a blueberry. Watched half a series and napped.”. “Day 283. Guy thought I was a mascot at Blimp Burger. Didn't believe me when I said I wasn't.”

–--

 I planned to meet her again for a second date. It was a bit awkward trying to find a day where I wasn't at the burger joint and she wasn't doing her work with the Showcase. But in a rushed, giddy proposal we eventually did get our second date three days later. At the fair, of course.

 I had plucked up the courage to finally go into the fair proper. Wearing the exact same dress that protected me as I rolled down that ramp on our first date.  She wore a snazzy tank top, and bikini bottoms that were only together with ties at the side. She had just come from work but considering she had to dress nicely, albeit seductively, for her job, it just made it all the better.

 Walking side by side with Jessica, a few people mistook me for a part of the Showcase and in a way it softened the idea of me being out in public. It hadn't even registered to me that this was my first time properly out in public but with Jessica it just felt... natural. It helped she was there to act as my personal bodyguard. I did giggle every time she shoo'd away a tourist readying their camera.

 “She ain't workin' today!” she waved at the cameras, ushering them away from me. She made me feel so safe. It was a surprise too considering her outfit.

 The entire second date itself felt a lot more natural to boot. The jitters and initial teething problems of the first date had melted away as we spoke to each other so naturally. Not even about our conditions. We talked for a full hour without mentioning butts or berries. Just about normal stuff. Favourite movies, TV shows, belief in ghosts, pro wrestling, our shared affinity for ska punk... despite it not being as sentimental a location as the skate park, this felt a lot more real. Like two people having a pleasant time walking around doing normal things. I did bemoan I couldn't go on all the rides. But as Jessica kept reminding me with a wiggle of her hips, she didn't exactly fit in most of the cramped seats either. And we shared a smile each time in our shared inability to ride the rides. We didn't feel sorry for ourselves. In fact it felt like with every ride we pointed out, we celebrated ourselves.

 It's awkward to admit but my figure did improve the romantic moments of the date. Whenever she'd “spontaneously” kiss me, she'd have to lean over my entire body just to do it. It made the whole scenario cuter than it was. It really showed how determined she was to kiss me. And I was happy to receive every time. It made me feel wanted.

 When the fairground closed, the date carried on. Only this time in the tent of the Showcase. I exchanged pleasantries with the rest of the Showcase, but it was a moment that I only thought of as surreal when I thought back to it. In a tent with a massively pregnant blimp, a girl with a huge chest, a few other stragglers, an amazing girl with a gigantic booty... and me. The blueberry. Just... hanging out.

 I had arranged for my van to pick me up at a later time. But even then it felt like I was cutting the date short as we were, once again, mid-kiss when I got the reminder. She walked me away to the van, having to pass a bouncer on the way out.

 “I don't remember her from the Showcase...” he gestured towards me.

 “She's my...” Jessica stopped mid sentence. She wasn't sure what to call me.

 But I knew instantly.

 “Girlfriend.” I smiled. “I'm her girlfriend.”

 I could have sworn I heard a childish squee from her when I said that. I would never tell her that of course. Had to keep up her tough persona with the locals and all, right?

As soon as sufficient distance had passed between us and any prying ears, she started waffling. “I can't believe I have a freakin' blueberry for a girlfriend. A blueberry. For a girlfriend...!” Jessica kept trying to mutter her delight so I couldn't hear but I must have pressed some sort of button in her mind to make her go overdrive. If it was anything like I was feeling I had a feeling she'd be going on about that all night.

 “Not been drinking again, have you?” I smirk, looking to Jessica.

 “Stone sober. I wanted to remember every minute of today.” Jessica walked in front of me, stopping me from waddling. “Just to be sure, I am your girlfriend, right? You didn't just say that to get the bouncer to leave us alone?”

 “Why would I lie about that? I care about you too much to use you as a prop.” I replied in earnest, “You kinda sound like I did when I asked you out on that first date.” I had a large grin on my face. It felt empowering to have some sense of control over my emotions again. “But yeah. We are girlfriends. Nothin' you can do about it now.”

 “Aw man, what am I gonna tell my other girlfriends?” she threw her arms up in the air dramatically.

 “Tell them to eat some weird candy if they wanna compete with the alpha girlfriend...?” I tried keeping up with the bit in my retort. “Only blueberries can hang with an ass as big as yours.”

 “False. Only one blueberry can hang with an ass as big as mine. You.” she reached an arm and booped my nose with the tip of her finger. “Even if they turned into a berry twice the size of you, it's the berry on the inside that counts.”

 “There's a LOT of berry inside.” My grin grew more goofy, only breaking when Jessica leaned in for another kiss.

 “So... second date a success... I'm already planning a third...” Jessica spoke. I could see the cogs in her head turning. “Need a place suitable for a polite young girl such as yourself.”

 “Polite? What about me screams polite?”

 “Second date and you haven't even groped me, such a well-mannered lady!” her tone of her voice was soaked in teasing. "Some guys get to groping without even asking me on a date to begin with! The cheek! Shocking, I tell you!"

 “Jokes aside, do you have any idea how much I want to squeeze that ass of yours? I'd knead that sucker like bread dough if I had the arms.” we exchanged a laugh, but Jessica had a look on her face. A scheming one.

 “I should be shocked and appalled you even suggested such a thing!” she faked a shocked look, hand to her chest. “But tonight, you're a very lucky girl. We both want the same thing... so...” she walked away, purposefully not finishing her sentence as I tried to turn my head to see what she was doing. I couldn't turn in time before I felt her hands on my back. I felt my feet lift off the ground rendering me immobile.

 “W-Whoa!”

 “Don't worry, spaz. I got you!”

 “You gotta warn me when you do that! You have any idea what it's like being made immobile?” I trusted her, but I still felt like I had that boundary to cross.

 “Sorry, sorry, my bad, but trust me. This is going to be worth it.” she walked around me. “Now, what hand do you use to write with?”

 “I suppose when I could write, it was my right. Is this going to take long? The vans gonna be here any minute...”

 Jessica had already made tracks to my right hand side, nudging me to-and-fro before getting me perfect. I was resting on my stomach, face towards the grass. I felt her play with my hand, I instinctively started to bat it away first, before her gentle touch relaxed it, my palm extended outwards from my spherical frame. “Ready?” I still wasn't sure what I was readying for, but before I could answer... I felt it.

 This divine, soft, warm, pillowy cushion of humanity. I felt it in my hand. I squeezed it... stroked it, patted it, playing with it like it was a child's toy as I tried to do everything all at once, knowing just what I was being treated to. I tried to look at what I was grabbing, I could only make out half of Jessica's body, the buttock I was holding just about in view.

Jessica exhaled softly, “Relax your hand. And squeeze.”

 I took a deep breath as I listened to the instruction. I relaxed my entire hand, before clenching it around the adipose bloated butt. The divine sensation surrounding my finger tips. The silky, soft skin with a mixture of comfortable material from her standard bikini bottoms. I wouldn't have cared if they were covered in thick chainmail and cargo shorts. This was the real deal. This was otherworldly.

 I tried to verbalise the sensation, the simple action fuelled by raw eroticism, the act of what I was doing. All that escaped my throat were haughty gasps. Jessica tried to look back to me. From what I saw... she had this look on her face. I feel like she wanted to be teasing, wanting some control, but she was enjoying it too much. Every squeeze caused a twitch in her face that begged for another soon after. She couldn't look in my eyes properly from behind. So she looked to the side and up. Eyes half lidded. Ecstasy from my simple squeezing.

 After what felt like two dozen squeezes, something I could have never tired of, she walked away from my hand, positioning herself at my head, having to kneel down to meet my gaze.

 “Your ride still isn't here yet.” she replied, giving me a kiss after it was over. I was still... astonished that something like a gigantic rear end could give us both such a connection. Such pleasure. “I have one, last surprise.”

 She looked around, like she was smuggling something. I didn't know what to expect. I had been given so much already I would have been happy if the van rolled up then and there. After a few cursory glances at her surroundings, she turned around. I was face-to-face with the white canvas of her bikini bottoms. She pulled at the strings tying it together, holding onto the front as the back fell down, exposing that adorably pale, overwhelmingly gigantic posterior in its naked glory. It looked like it was growing before my eyes...

 ...but before long, my vision was obscured. I craned my neck as far as it could go as my vision grew dark... and soon, all that orgasmic plush rump was covering my face. She slid my face between the buttocks just enough for me to simply embrace the cheeks. I nuzzled into it gently, small movements that meant the world to me.

 I peppered it with a few kisses, causing her to make these quiet, innocent yelps of pleasure.

 Even my plump, blue lips felt easy to sink into such a rounded ass. It was... heavenly.

 She soon awkwardly jerked forward. I enjoyed the sight of those bare cheeks waddling as she deftly tied her bikini  back up at the sides with the experience one must have from having those ties yanked at by strangers. She rolled me up and I was greeted by the distant headlights of my ride.

 We didn't speak a single word afterwards. We just exchanged knowing glances to each other that, despite how bizarre our bodies were, what we shared was exceptional. Unique to us and us two only. Sharing only a parting kiss before I was driven away.

 I had woken up that day just a blueberry. I went to sleep a girlfriend.

 I took in a moment to enjoy the surreal nature of it all when I awoke the next day. Jessica was excited to have me as a girlfriend. Not only that, she was excited to have a blueberry as a girlfriend. I was that blueberry. Me.

 I wanted to talk to someone about it. With no social media, I just had to talk to someone. So I called the only person I knew I wanted to call. Jessica. She was still under Sakura on my contacts and I dialled out. It kept ringing until it went to her voicemail. It was a bit weird to hear her so sour in the outgoing voicemail message, but I suppose with her punk aesthetic it matched her vibe to a tee. I left her a casual voicemail, trying not to sound desperate. It was too late to go back in time to the beep.

 “Hey, Jessica, it's me. Cara. I... really enjoyed last night! I hope you did to... hope to see you again whenever! Call me back! If you're not busy...! Bye! Call me!”

 Did I just ask her to call me twice? Way to sound desperate, Cara.

 The natural adrenaline high I woke up with slowly started to ebb and flow but my emotions still ached. I had work later on so I got prepared for that. The machine got me dressed as usual. My underwear bulging out over my pants, my stomach on blatant show as I sported the proud team colors of Blimp Burger, the number four fast food chain in town. But... I was happy! I was actually pumped to go into work today. I didn't feel as ridiculous as I once was. And just as the last inch of clothing was practically glued onto me by sheer pressure, the phone rang again.

 Jessica!

 I picked up the phone. “Answer!” I was glad that the phone recognised my tone despite being so hyper.

 “Hey, is this Cara?” spoke a polite voice. I could sort of recognise the voice on the other line, but it wasn't Jessica.

 “...Kyla?”

 “Hey! Heard everything went pretty great with Sakura yesterday...!” she spoke cheerfully.

 “Amazing. I'm pretty stoked right now.” I responded. As much as I had wanted to go on about how well our date went, I was pretty curious, “Why are you calling from her phone?”

 “Oh, she's in a meeting right now. She said I could have a chat with you. After we had that soul searching session I was honestly thrilled to bits when I heard what happened. I hope you didn't mind that she told me everything.”

 “Everything...?” my mind flashed back to that moment of intimacy in the field waiting for my van with a flush of embarrassment.

 “About your date in the Skate Park! Of course I saw you when you came to the fair, granted I was a bit sad I didn't get to see you leave” At least that confirmed she didn't spy what me and Jessica did.

 “O-Oh yeah!...you know she pushed me off this massive freaking ramp? I coulda killed her...” we both shared a happy laugh as we continued to chat.

 “She did say she gave you a light push...”

 “Light!? Nothing light about it!” We both had a laugh and I took a moment to feel out the emotions I had. It felt so nice to have this casual back and forth with someone. Even if it wasn't my date herself. Natural.

 “Either way, I'm happy to catch you. So, is this official or...?”

 I felt butterflies in my body. “Yes. It's official. We're girlfriends.”

 “Amazing! We've had “That cute blueberry”, “Wonderful Cara” and a few other fluffy things from Sakura's mouth, so I'm ecstatic to hear the G word.” she kept on going, but I was interrupted by a honking van outside.

 “Shit, sorry Kyla, this has been great but my ride is here. Get Sakura to call me after six or something, yeah? I'll be at my shift until then.” I responded, hanging up before making my way out.

 I was in my booth, with my regular co-worker, but it didn't feel so bad. I even caught myself not sounding like a robot over the intercom as I did my job. Breaktime happened and I was just chilling in the booth as I hummed to myself.

 I was greeted by a surprise guest to my drive-in booth. Mr. Fricks, the manager.

 “Sir...!” I attempted to straighten my back out of impulse, only managing a small bounce as I looked towards him.

 “Don't sweat it Cara. I just wanted to ask how you were?”

 “Huh...” this was a weird thing. He had never actually done this since I restarted work as a blueberry. He set up my situation but it always felt like he was just putting up with me and happy I even showed up as an extra hand.

 –--

 When I started my job again, it took me a while to get used to it. I was only allowed one job seeing as I couldn't physically do much else and most conversations with Mr. Fricks were to a nameless voice on the phone. Either to head office, some government worker or to the factory itself about accommodating my work life. In fact most conversations that revolved around what I had to do now for my job were never spoken directly to me. I felt like I was a glorified order taking machine.

 Due to a mess of legal loopholes, they couldn't fire me just because I turned into a blueberry. I was allowed “extended leave” but without anything to do after I had ripened, I wanted to work. I wanted to do something. It was the last, dental floss thin shred of humanity I had left. Plus I needed a wage as I myself wanted to afford most amenities.

 With the lack of need to eat I saved a ton on food. And the factory was willing to pay their share as I've mentioned before. So in a way I didn't really “need” to work. But I did. For my sanity more than anything. It was nice to grow a nest egg for in case something happened with my body or my apartment. I don't want to be unprepared for the day the factory decide to pull the carpet out from under me and roll me into the compost heap.

 My interaction with co-workers completely stopped considering I couldn't go into the break room any more. So work was more industrial than it was before. Take the order, help the dispatch. Take the order, help the dispatch. I felt sorry for Mr. Fricks. He didn't want me “gone” gone, and did try his hardest to accommodate me which was nice of him. He's the reason I have a blueberry sized uniform to begin with. But I could tell being forced to was getting to him. He could have easily just risked a lawsuit and fired me.

 I wouldn't have blamed him at the time.

 –--

 “I'm uh... fine? Suppose I'm pretty good.” I responded, a bit bemused by the sudden inquiry.

 “It's just because your numbers are all... up.” he responded. He had a smile on his face so I suppose numbers being up is a good thing. “Like, way up.” I looked at him incredulously as an awkward silence hung in the air like a french fry stuck in an air vent. “...you're not in trouble. Just saying you're doing a good job and keep up the good work.”

 “Oh, sure, thanks!” I was bemused by this sudden compliment. I don't think he ever complimented even when I was normal. He was just happy to let me do my own thing because I showed up and didn't steal the equipment.

 “Something happen recently? Or just a good day?”

 “...suppose it's just a good day.” I smile awkwardly. I didn't really feel like telling him about my love life. But it was amazing that a new girlfriend had given me the super power of a more efficient workload. Everything just felt a little brighter.

 The day came and went, the shift finished, I was waddling out the door only to be greeted by...

 “Clyde? Another early shift for you!” I was about to give him a friendly wave, ready to vomit out niceness and gratitude but his face looked pale. He was in plain clothes, too. Something was up. “What's wrong?”

 He looked at me with a sorrowful look like he was about to tell me a beloved pet had died. I struggled to think what bad news he could have had. It clicked embarrassingly late. I broke the silence with a quiet realisation. “...is this about Sakura?”

 He nodded, sighing. “She's not taken the news well.”

 “Wait, track back, what news?”

 “Wait, I thought you knew. Kyla told me she told you.”

  “She didn't tell me anything other than she was in a meeting...” I remembered the phonecall and her stating something about the meeting, but definitely not what it was about.

 “The head of the Showcase.” Clyde explained. “He's gone bust.”

 “You're going to have to elaborate. “He's gone bust.”. What do you mean by that? I thought the Showcase made a boat full...!”

 “Turns out the head of the Showcase has had several financial mess ups. Just a complete shitshow. But the Showcase is going and its assets have already been bought up by another company.”

 “In English, please... how does this affect Sakura? It sounds like the Showcase is still ongoing?”

 “The company was bought by a foreign investor. And seeing as she's still under contract... she's being made to leave the country.”

 My head became a bit dizzy. I was just stood in the parking lot, staring into space as Clyde explained everything to the the best of his ability. I was just some overly ripe, dumbstruck blueberry stood in the middle of the parking lot. “I can move... I can just go...” a thousand ideas came into my head at once and one by one I found a fault with each one. Shot down by the mere fact... I was a big fat blueberry.

 How do you transport a woman... a blueberry... such as myself across the country? How do you move her to an entirely different country? And to follow some summer fling? Away from all the equipment needed to help me live as human a life as I could? I couldn't. I, quite literally, couldn't.

 “How the hell does this happen...?” The words I were speaking were words of outrage, but it came out so weakly.

 “It's wild. It's all these shady backroom dealings that guy did. And it's fucking over so many people who work at the Showcase. But Sakura... it's completely broken her.”

 I just wanted to hold Sakura in my arms, tell her it was going to be alright.. but I didn't have any arms. I felt so useless.

 Clyde continued “The company has gone. But she's expected at her new location before the end of the week. They've even paid for transport, if you can believe it. But only for them.”

 “How do you know?”

 “Kyla told me she protested to have you come along. She was desperate, thought you'd probably be a part of the Showcase too... but they refused. She thought it was about transportation costs what with them bringing along so many big girls already, but I think she almost threw a punch when they said they didn't want to hire a blueberry.”

 It felt like he kept shooting down my emotions, my humanity, with hollow-point bullets. I'd been given a taste of the good life and he's here to tell me it was a limited time only offer. I wanted to take solice in the fact that Jessica fought so hard for me. But I couldn't. I wanted to say something else but I had nothing of use to say.

 “I'm sorry to break it to you.” Clyde broke the silence but I still had no idea what to say. It took me a few moments before I could verbalise anything. It felt like I had lost a lot more than just a summer fling. I was losing a lot more than that.

 “Thank you for telling me.” I said in a monotone voice.

 “I suppose I should head inside. My shift doesn't start for another hour but I thought it was important to tell you.” Clyde said. I felt touched he sacrificed his free time to tell me this news. I felt like if I was still normal I might not have been as urgent to tell him similar news.

 I waddle at a slower pace than ever towards the black emptiness of the van. It hadn't occurred to me in the past week how dehumanising all this was until I had a taste of the good life.

 I stopped in place. All I could think of was Jessica.

 She needed me. And I was going to be there.

 I waddled to the side of the van. It occurred to me after all this time I've never actually been this close to the driver before beyond whenever the ramp failed or there were other issues with the van.

 “Any chance you can swing by the fair instead of heading home?”

 “You sure you want to go in your work clothes?” he asked. I had a thought. Jessica wasn't going this instant. And if I was going to give it what might be my one last hurrah, I wanted to at least look decent.

 I took his advice, swinging back home, changing to the same outfit I had met her in all those days ago, and went off. It was a lot more time efficient than finding a third date outfit.

 I arrived at the fair and headed towards the back. There was a man guarding the entrance to where the Showcase was, but as soon as he saw me he stepped aside.

 “Aren't you going to check for ID or something?” I asked. I was a bit curious why he was so willing to let me through.

 “Can't forget a body like that. You're Sakura's girlfriend.” he said. I silently thanked him in my head as I waddled at the speed of light. Or the speed of a normal person, as much as my feet would let me haul the hundreds of gallons inside of me.

 I was greeted by a rather defeated looking Kyla. The tents decorations had all been taken down. What was previously quite a bright, welcoming atmosphere was drained of most festivity. But Kyla's stomach looked even bigger than last week. She seemed shocked I had made it all the way here.

 “I'm not sure you want to see her.” she said to me immediately. “She was in that meeting when I first called you and everything went south when they announced the Showcase was leaving.”

 “But does she want to see me?” I ask sternly. “That's what's important here.”

 Kyla's eyes widened when I said that. Something struck her a bit when I said that. She took a beat before she spoke her next words.

 “You know, you could always join us on the Showcase. I know you aren't particularly... jazzed about your body like most of us are, but... it's an option.” she spoke to me kindly. I came here wanting to see my girl. I end up with a job offer. Naturally.

 “Clyde told me in the meeting they said they didn't want me.”

 “The rat bastards...” she muttered under her breath. But a rejection for a job offer I wasn't even aware I had was the last thing on my mind.

 “I... just came to see Jessi... Sakura.” I slipped in my speech as I tried to explain, stammering, nervous. Was this a bad idea? A big impromptu romantic conquest? I had hoped it was just interpreted as a slip of the tongue.

 “She's in her tent.” Kyla said, letting me go as she waddled away to tend to whatever business she had to.

 I waddle towards where her private tent was set up. Ralph walked by, and what with what happened previously, I was surprised to see how gentle he looked. He simply nodded without a word and went away.

 How bad was Jessica?

 I held my breath, and waddled in.

 I could hear muffled noise from outside, but when I entered, it wrenched my heart. Jessica was sobbing uncontrollably. Sniffling. A half empty bottle of vodka and a crumpled back of cigarettes told the rest of the story. Dressed in an oversized t-shirt and a black thong, this must have been one of her more casual attires.

 “Jessica. I'm here.” I announce my presence. The sobbing stopped suddenly. I'm surprised she didn't notice me enter, but I understood why not. She looked up with reddened, moist eyes.

 “Cara... Cara...” she whimpered, her body suddenly went limp and returned to its previous position. “They're taking you away from me Cara... Cara Cara Cara... they're.. taking me away from home...” she was intoxicated. “Why are you heeeere Cara... I look like ssshhiiit Cara... Pleeeease...”

 “Because I care for you. And I'm not leaving this tent until you're better.” I state bluntly.

 I didn't say much. I didn't have to. Jessica kept ranting into a pillow while I stood there, as ripe and as round as I was, and was simply... there for her.

 She dozed off for an hour while I stayed there. I didn't even glance at her ass, ballooned up as it was sticking out of the sheet between the black material. Kyla poked her head in the tent to see if I needed anything once, but I simply gestured for her to leave Jessica alone.

 Soon, she awoke. Red eyes, but a somewhat sobered up.

 “Fuck Cara... I'm sorry...”

 “Sorry for what?

 “...everything, I guess. I didn't want to get so roped into a relationship... I didn't want to hurt you in any way... you're too good... I don't deserve you. I don't deserve you...” her speech came across a lot more coherently, with the dull hum of tiredness. Or maybe a hell of a hangover.

 “Don't deserve you?” I repeated, trying my hardest not to laugh in disbelief. “Jessica. I don't deserve you. You jammed that giant ass of yours into the doorway of my life and gave it meaning again. You made me feel like myself again. Yo-”

 “Cara I'm such a dumb f-”

 “Let me finish.” I sternly admonished her. She sat there like a school child that had been admonished by their teacher. But I was on a roll. “You have been in my life for such a small amount of time since my accident. You made me feel desirable, you made me feel confident. Hell, fuck it, here we go! For a brief moment, you made me enjoy being a blueberry. Do you know how fucking insane that sounds?! I had the time of my life on just two dates, and a few hours with you outside of that as well.” I took a deep breath, the amount of oxygen I had spent on that rant felt like it could blow up an airship. I wasn't sure if it was sinking in for Jessica, but it felt cathartic to get it out. “I don't care if we never see each other again after this... you made life worth living.”

Jessica looked up to me. Her eyes were still red and glistening with tears. But they were wide. Alert.

 “You... ...do you mean all that...?”

 “To be brutally honest... not all of it.” I sigh deeply. “...I would care immensely if we never saw each other again.”

That got her to crack. She smiled, and shied away trying to hide it. But I felt accomplished after seeing it. “I'm getting that third date before you go. And if it's with a drunken, half dressed Jessica, it's better than with no Jessica at all.”

 “Cara... I...” she tried to speak, her voice hoarse from all the sobbing beforehand. “I...”

 “Yes?”

 “I... I'm...” Jessica suddenly had a thousand yard stare.

I stared back, waiting for her answer

“...I'm gonna throw up...”

She jerked herself from her seat and poked her head out of the back of the tent, rushing off. The oh-so-delightful symphony of half a vodka's worth of throwing up coming out. I try to give her some encouragement from the tent, yelling “Let it all out!” but I feared it would be swallowed up by the pleasant sounds of vomiting.

She eventually came back in, cleaning her face before lying on the bed.

 “You're not going just yet. Within the week, right?”

 “...right...” the exhausted Jessica spoke. “...will you stay with me tonight...?”

 “Absolutely.” I respond. It wasn't long before Jessica fell right to sleep, snoring peacefully.

I feel a familiar vibration in my pocket, waddling out of the tent briefly before catching a glimpse of Kyla, dressed in a pink, silk robe. Looked like she was heading to bed.

 “Hey, quick favor?” I asked to the pregnant blimp of a woman. “Just take my phone out my pocket and tell the van I don't need a ride tonight. I'm taking care of my girlfriend."

Chapter Text

I woke up in an unfamiliar place. I've been in Jessica's tent a few times but waking up in it, in the morning as well... or was it afternoon? There wasn't a clock nearby so I didn't really know what time it was, all I knew was that I wasn't at home, where all my stuff was. Where all the stuff I needed to function was. It was like the classic feeling you get waking up in your own clothes after a drunken night out, complete with the smell of vodka in the air. Except I wasn't the drunk one.

It took me a while to gather my bearings before I noticed that Jessica wasn't in the tent. I had to spend a few seconds relearning how to waddle too because of just how stuck in my old routine I was

I waddled out the tent to see the fair before its opening for the day. None of the lights or stalls were on and it was a bit of a surreal experience considering all the times I've been here before it's been illuminated by lights. Like walking past your favourite nightclub in the morning when the shutters are down. I waddle around and spot a familiar busty figure.

“Hey...!” I flap my hand in a waving greeting. “Grace, wasn't it?”

“Oh well howdy sugar...!” she seemed a little distracted in her thoughts, despite how light and peppery her voice was. “Haven't seen you in a while! So how's the relationship been?”

I had to take a breath to really think about it. In that moment Grace realised her faux pas considering what was happening.

“Oh, terribly sorry.” she waved her hands to me, “This entire mess took us all by surprise.” I simply nodded meekly taking another deep, laboured breath.

“I'm worried for her.” I look off into the distance. “Of course I care about her. It's been a few weeks and we really... had something. It feels unfair that she has to move.”

“I'm only repeating myself if I say it took us all by surprise” she spoke with a soft sigh.

“And you're all... okay with picking up sticks and moving entire countries?”

“I s'pose with a few more weeks to get affairs in order it would have been nice.” Grace rested her hands atop her gigantic breasts. I'd even forgotten to steal a glance for myself considering the circumstances. “But in negotiations we managed to get room and board included so it was either leave in a few days or pay for our own travel and go in like, a month or two.”

“I can imagine it was a hard decision. I wouldn't have wanted to make it.”

“Did you know we tried to include you, too?” she asked me, I nodded, sighing.

“I might not have been able to accept anyway. With my condition I need the assistance of so many gadgets and machines. You'd all pretty much have to help me every step. Plus I think Blimp Burgers needs like ten years worth of notice before you leave.” I attempted to defuse the situation with humor but I could still feel the razor wire thin edge between us considering what we've been, and are we're about to be going through.

“It takes three or four of us to unwedge Fatso Fiona out a bathtub.” she chuckled under the bitterness of the conversation. “Wouldn't have taken that much more to help you. But... a lot of things got in the way. Obviously the main one being your consent. But also... travel.”

“I get it.” I interrupt. “I'm a big blueberry. You get fat people and big people on planes all the time. I don't think I want to be rolled into the cargo with all the bags.” I let out one of my own sour laughs as I look off into the distance. “I'm gonna miss the Showcase though.”

“A lotta people are. Blame the asshole who got us all in this mess.” she slicked back her hair, it was obvious she was hiding her real hatred for the man who was in charge through gritted teeth. “Anyway, I won't keep ya. I think Jessica's come back from getting a coffee.”

I was about to waddle off before I stopped a little.

“How do you know her real name?” I asked a tad too bluntly. Grace turned around a smiled a little.

“I knew her before she came to the Showcase. In fact I was the one who convinced her to join. I'm glad she did, she seemed to pick up a bit more zest for life when she did. The only time I saw her happier was when...” her face relaxed in thought as I peer to see what she's thinking.

“...was when...?”

“When she started dating you.” she concluded. The natural feeling I had was she didn't want to remind me of what was leaving me. Or what she was leaving. With that she left, and I waddled around. Admitedly a little aimlessly. I couldn't call anyone for a ride without assistance but I wanted to make sure Jessica was okay. Eventually, by sheer coincidence, I found her. She was leaning over a barrel table, two coffees steaming away inside their containers.

“I see you like the good stuff.” I spoke. It was from the local chain. The usual “overpriced but oh so good” stuff I used to live off. She just stared into space. She was dishevelled, still in a creased t-shirt but at least she put on a skirt. Not that it did much to cover that immense wagon she was dragging, seeing chequered bikini bottoms underneath. There was a silence between us. The kind that dragged on for so long it made me wonder if she heard me to begin with. But I waited for her to reply.

“I got two coffees...” she muttered. I heard her, but it was like she was ashamed.

“...so...?”

“I got two coffees... I'm so fucking stupid...” Jessica kept mumbling. “You don't even drink or eat anything but I felt so guilty I had to come all the way over here...” she was sober, but the rambling she made was a sure sign of a hangover. I looked at the coffee in the centre.

It had my name on it.

Cara.

In black marker and correctly spelt.

There was another silent pause before it was broken by someone.

Me.

I'd started to sniff. My eyes were welling up. It was something so mundane and stupid. And something I didn't necessarily need. But the fact someone thought of me, and got something for me... I looked at my name on the coffee cup like it was a golden ticket. It was so small yet it meant so much to me. A reminder of who I was. I tried to keep my strange blubbering under control but it wasn't to much effect as Jessica turned around to see who was making such strange noises.

“Thank you so much...”

“...don't... mention it?” she seemed as confused as I was about the sudden burst of emotions. “Is this ab-”

“It's even correctly spelt! With a C! Look at it... I... love it...!”

Jessica took a moment to figure out what the heck I was going on about before looking at the cup, then back to me. “You know the worst thing about it is I spent a good ten minutes trying to think about what you'd like and not once did it occur to me you didn't even drink... well, anything.” she let out an awkward laugh as I tried to reign it under control. “But I just wanted to thank you for staying with me last night.” her voice was lower and huskier than usual. Hangover. Classic.

“S-Sorry... it's...been hard. I don't want to go too into it considering you pretty much know everything... but... it's been so long since I've done a lot of things. Seeing my name on a coffee cup... it reminds me I can actually still do a lot of things. Even with no arms, legs and a body that can't fit into most coffee shops...” I clear myself up before making an attempt at laughing it off. “Thank you, Jessie.”

“Don't mention it.” Despite my reaction being genuine, I did feel like my emotions were helping Jessica. We just bonded over something so menial, like a real couple. “...I like Jessie more than Saks, that's for sure.” she smirked, “Jess. Jessie. Jessamundo. All better than Saks”

“Okay, okay I get it.” I flap a hand in an effort to wave it off. I look at the coffee on the table with determination. “Better not waste it then.”

“How?”

“You're gonna help me!”

–

Food and drink haven't featured in my life at all post expansion. Considering how regular these events are and how dominant food actually is in ones life as a natural way to, well, survive, one of the more understated and surreal elements of being a human blueberry is the fact I don't actually need to eat or drink.

Lunchtime was just... a time. Like the word “afternoon” doesn't bare the promise of food, neither did anyone saying “Lunchtime” any more. It was just a period of time other people would generally eat lunch.

Working at a fast food place and not feeling any temptation to steal a french fry here and there was an experience. The last time someone actually offered me food in general was... years ago. Seventeen days after I first inflated by Dr. Foster. Until the coffee, that small morsel was the last thing I was offered. And I don't feel any hungrier now than back then. A miracle of science, or just someone throwing me a bone. It's bad enough I can't feed myself, but not needing to feed works too.

–

“You're gonna help me” I gesture to the cup. “Just tip it near my mouth.”

Jessica took the coffee in her hand. She opened the lid and blew on it to make sure it was cooler. “If you burn yourself I'm not taking responsibility” were her last remarks before I took a sip. I let the coffee swish in my mouth before swallowing it. My eyes shot open when the first drop had hit my tongue and I remained with that look when Jessica took it away from my lips. The warm, bitter drink sinking down. “You look... surprised?” she wasn't sure how to take my reaction. “You okay?”

“It tastes like... coffee...”

“I sure hope it does, that's what I ordered.” she let out a small snigger before realising how much this realisation rocked me.

“I genuinely just thought it was going to taste like blueberries. Or even a hint of blueberries. But that tasted like... like coffee. Pure java.” I let out a surprised gasp. “I... I still like coffee!”

Both of us laughed amongst ourselves around this. “We've been dating for a few weeks and I'm still learning new things about this body of yours.”

“And I'm experiencing new things about this body of mine years later... and thanks to you.” I smile to her. We both shared a look together before I could see the look on her face curdle like spoilt milk. She stepped away and resigned back to her previous stance.

“I'm gonna miss you so much it's unbelievable.” she groaned into the palm of her hand. “But I suppose in reality you'll... still be here. And I don't work for the Showcase every day. There's off seasons I can come visit you and stuff...” she rationalised it in her head. It was a step in the right direction for her at least but it still bummed her out immensely as it did for me.

“It's better than nothing.” I flap my hands instinctively. While she made me more and more comfortable with my body, it was killing me I couldn't just embrace her. Hold her. Tell her everything is going to be alright.

After a moment or two of soft banter, as if we both knew we were ignoring the fact she was leaving soon, I had to ask.

“So... any chance of one last date?” I asked. She looked at me as if I'd asked what colour red was.

“Duh. You can have as many dates as you'd like, time permitting... and work...” she sighed heavily into her coffee, having a long sip. I'd given her my work schedule since we'd been dating so she knew what days I was off and what days I weren't. “I suppose tomorrow will work. Gives me time to nurse this hangover.”

“Sounds great.” I give a smile, even if I could tell I had no strength to hold it up for long. “Where at?”

“...Skate Park?” Jessica didn't even look at me when she suggested it, meanwhile I was actually quite happy about it.

“Sounds great.” I repeat myself, Jessica seemed a little distracted by it though. “...to me...” I trail off seeing the desire sink out of her eyes. “What's wrong with the skate park? We both had a great time last time.”

“It's just the looming threat that this might be our last date.” As much as neither of us wanted this to be doom and gloom, it was still a chance. She might not come back. I know I can't make it over there. Thinking back it did seem a little too hopeless, but it did spark a suggestion from me. “How about we go for the gusto? If I wasn't a blueberry... where would you want to take me.”

Jessica thought for a moment. It seemed to kick her into gear as well, granted it could have just been the caffeine. There was a moment of thought before I continued. “Don't think about semantics. Don't think about my body. Don't even think about your body. Considering these are our last days and all.” I felt like I was rambling at this point. “No rules. No boundaries. We're just spitballing ideas.”

“...I want to introduce my girlfriend to my friends.” Jessica spoke. The answer confused me at first.

“Haven't we done that?”

“The Showcase are my friends out of circumstance, and Clyde and his crew just work here. I love those guys, sure, but I'm talking about the few special friends I've had since before I came here. My... normal friends.” she made a hand gesture signifying they were thin people. “I usually make time to see them, like, once a week at a bar near here. You ever heard of the Beehive?”

“I've passed by it thousands of times when I was normal but never actually went in.”

“Well, I'd take you there and have you meet my friends.”

“I'd love to. Let's do it.”

She seemed flabbergasted I'd suggested that.

“Wait, what?!”

“I want to meet your friends. I want you to roll me into The Beehive and introduce me to whoever you feel like. What's the dress code, skinny jeans? Cocktail dress? I can fashion one of these tents into a nice crop top.” my ramblings made Jessica break her malaise and laugh, but she was more astonished than anything.

“You're not just saying this to make me feel better, right?”

“Nope. I wanna go to The Beehive. Book a table or whatever.”

“Man, you've never really been to The Beehive, have you?” she snickered as we shared a laugh. “Just dress nicely. That dress you wore on our first date would be pretty perfect.” she grinned, coming up to me and resting her stomach on mine. “Or is it covered in ramp stains?”

I blush a little, if I still could. A deep violet I suppose. “I'm sure it's fine. But no ramps this time! Not... not without warning at least.” I can't hide the fact it didn't end up being quite fun in the end. But she seemed to be quite happy with what she got. In fact it perked her right up, it was hard to see if she even had a negative vibe to what was going on all around her.

With that, the date was set. Our third, and final date. At least as far as we knew it.

It gave me a short amount of time, but I called in a special favour.

–

The factory, as a part of the “don't sue us” settlement said they'd provide me clothing for whatever I needed. Granted I think they struck that deal because they knew I wouldn't be cashing in these favours because... well, I was a big, fat blueberry. My social live was null and void as far as we were both concerned. I had a total of three total “outfits”.

A casual, the denim skirt and generic rock band t-shirt.

A work uniform, generously provided in conjunction with the Blimp Burgers head office.

A smart outfit, the polka-dot dress that hadn't seen the light of day before being hurtled off a large height by a giddy girlfriend.

And the rest of my clothes were sort of thrown in there as a way to fill out the closet.

I usually had to call them for generic repairs. Reattach a button, sew up a rip, make it a bit more fitting a sphere, the usual stuff normal people do.

But I needed a new outfit. Just for tonight. A final date outfit.

–

I had rang in the favour and to the factories credit, the package arrived in the morning and was installed by the usual guy.

“Why do you need an outfit like this?” he incredulously asked as I observed him putting it in my wardrobe.

“Going on a date.”

He looked at me. Half in shock, but... I felt there was a sense of happiness? “Whoa...” he clipped on the tag and walked towards me. “Like a date date?”

“A date date. With my girlfriend.”

The guy scratched his head while his face looked at my in bemusement, but he didn't seem to have an air of mockery about him... he seemed genuinely, yet positively, baffled. “I won't keep ya then. But good for you, Cara!”

“Oh...!” I was as bemused as him at this point. I'd been so used to factory workers working around my body like it was some sort of obstacle, to have them address me in such a way... there was no time to really register it before he left. I checked the time. “Not a moment too soon.” I spoke to myself as I waddled into the machine. I felt the new material dress me, it smelt like fresh clothing out the washer. And on cue, the van was there to take me to a brand new destination. The Beehive.

Jessica had given me the info on a good place to park and the van drove me there pretty promptly. I'd gotten used to going to different locations now. In fact I made a game of it, hearing the different sounds muffled in the van and trying to guess which area I was in.

The van pulled up, and the doors opened. I waddled out onto the asphalt and turned myself. And there she was. As beautiful as ever.

“Holy shit...” she gasped.

I was wearing a brand new dress. A light blue, to be exact. Fitted with a studded, red belt, it had a V neck with open buttons exposing some blue area around my neck. My underwear was on show, naturally, but I'd opted to go for the usual white, only this time it was designer. The waistband a thick band of black elastic, a small gap at each side where it was the only material on me. I'd feel more shame if I didn't feel so comfortable and... so sexy. Jessica's reaction was the only thing that assured me it was the right call. “My girlfriend is fucking hot!” she fist pumped the air. I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter when she called it out so loudly.

All this distraction, I'd forgotten to take in what was she was wearing. Oddly, this is the first time I'd seen her wearing a skirt. Her casual wear was always her bikini bottoms that, at the skate park were fun casual wear, and at the Showcase usually made to look alluring. But this looked straight up modest. But... also incredibly erotic. The skirt didn't fit. At all. Her panties ballooning out of the tartan pleats with her buttocks. But god damn was it fun to look at, and the fact it was underwear rather than bikini bottoms just added to the enticement. But... that was part of the magic between us. Call it shameless. But it was a shared lack of shame. She had on a red leather jacket that matched the red tartan of her skirts, complete with these small badges. Some bands I didn't recognise, some bands were a shared favourite between us.

“Come on, let's head through the kitchen.” she said before I could get a chance to make an erotic comment towards her. She opened the two silver double doors through the now unattended kitchen. She seemed to know this place a lot because I followed her, waddling all the while, and she knew just what would fit and what wouldn't.

I walked through the doors and...

“SURPRISE!”

A fair few people were in the bar, raising glasses towards Jessica. A big silver banner hung above the bar saying “Safe Travels, Jessica!”

I froze.

They were cheering, but then they were looking at me.

My eyes went wide, my heart rate soaring, my breathing was all I could hear as the crowd seemed to dim. Was it me? Or were they staring at me?

I went from happy excitement to pure panic in a millisecond. If I could sweat, I would be.

This was my dream to my nightmare pretty quickly.

–

Everything that I'd done, everything that I'd gone through, had been quite a controlled experience. If going to the fair was like being thrown into the deep end, this was like being thrown into boiling oil.

The one thing that struck me was just how... normal everyone was. It didn't even occur to me that these were all Jessica's friends. They know of Jessica's condition. But... I'm a blueberry. A big, fat blueberry. A sphere of juice contained in blue skin.

The Showcase were full of abnormal people. The date I had at the fair I was at least in an area where someone like me was expected, but this...?

I can't handle this...

I can't handle this at all...

I can't...

–

“Listen up!” Jessica held her arms up to hush the crowd. Suddenly my senses rushed back to me like someone dragged my head out of a full sink. “This lady right here? She means a hell of a lot to me. This is Cara. She is my amazing girlfriend. She makes me laugh, she makes me think, she makes me thankful to be alive. A feeling I'd never thought I'd feel, what with my condition. If any of you say anything mean to her, I will kill you. And I mean it. They won't find your body, either.”

The speech garnered some laughter, the mood in the room. My panic attack was still bubbling, but she continued.

“Not sure if you noticed, but she is also, in fact, a blueberry. I have a blueberry for a girlfriend. If any of you got a problem or any questions about it, you come to me first. Understood?”

There was a silence in the room before the barmaid stuck up her hand. Jessica gestured to her. “Yeah, what?”

“Question. Is she a member of the Cult of Moontology?”

“Not that I'm aware of...?” she looked to me. I just shook my head, still in a daze.

“Then she's already one of my favourites you brought here. Remember Martha? Or should I say “Lightdaze”?” The crowd seemed to get a good laugh out of that question.

“Yeah I got a question” a fat man with a beard spoke, a proper biker sort with a leather jacket and all. “Is she like that annoying vegan chick you had a fling with? Don't mean to assume, ma'am but I mean she is a fruit after all.”

“She doesn't eat, Barney.” she answered for me. I was kinda thankful she did.

“So she won't be having anything from the buffet? Say, the buffalo wings?” Barney spoke in a deep tone.

“I...” I began to speak. I immediately started to feel gunshy about answering, like a spotlight was on me. “I don't eat. My condition means that I don't actually need to eat so... you can eat all the buffalo wings you want.”

“Damn...” he stroked his beard, before grinning a toothy grin. “I can have your food then? I think she's my favourite of your girlfriends!” that got another laugh out of the crowd. I felt my mouth start to move on my own.

“I'm not edible, by the way, so no taking bites out of me!” I watched as the crowd started to laugh some more. I got a laugh. I'm an open mic away from being a comedienne!

The barmaid raised a glass. “Honestly, she's seems like a fine girl. To Jessica and Cara!” the crowd raised their glasses and took a drink. “Now, let's get this party started!” some rock music started to play as people resumed their festivities. And their eyes were off me... and my heartrate went back to normal.

Jessica looked at me, almost mortified.

“I'm so... so sorry. I didn't realise they were planning this for me. I only told Erin I was leaving through the phone... and plastered out my mind.” she gestured to the barmaid. “Shortly before you waddled in to take care of me.” she leaned over, giving the space around my neck a kiss. “Please, don't be mad...”

“I'll admit I was freaking out but... have I told you you're just the best? Like the best.”

“I could get used to it I suppose.” she teased before being handed a drink by Erin.

“I think Barney wants to talk to you about something. About “ultra re-enforced bucket seats” and how cheap you can get a Harley in different countries.” Erin spoke, brushing some of her dyed red hair from her tanned face. Jessica rolled her eyes.

“Are you okay here, Cara?”

“Not going anywhere.” I smirk. I think she knew I was joking but she still gave me a parting kiss before leaving to speak to the fat man with the beard.

“I actually wanted to speak to you personally, if that's fine. I'm Erin.” she held her hand out to mine and we did something similar to a handshake, but not quite. I couldn't get the angle but she was determined to be cordial. “And you must be the famous Cara.”

“I'm famous now?”

“For the past few weeks now, Jessie's been coming in here... happy. Talking about this amazing blueberry girl she's been seeing. I've never seen her this genuinely happy” I shared a smile with her as she spoke so fondly of my beau.

“Is that... a good thing?” I say jokingly. Part of me kind of wanted to know though.

“It's a great thing. She has these check ups on how big her butt is getting thanks to her condition and her reaction varies from “Peeved” to “Glass throwing-ly Furious” depending on how big she got.”

“I didn't realise it effected her so much...”

“Ever since she joined the Showcase it helped her cope with it. But she's always had issues with her backside. She's had girlfriend after girlfriend flake on her, allegedly due to her size, and was so lovelorn. Even when she's dating she hates the fact her butt grows so huge really. But... you know what her last check up was?” I do the blueberry equivalent of leaning in to hear. “”Substantial Increase.””

“Is that... bad?”

“Usually it means I'm cleaning up glass from the floor. Usually.” she looked to me with a look of genuineness. “But instead she's talking about this amazing girlfriend. This girl that makes her feel all sorts of feelings. When she tried to explain that you were a gigantic blueberry, I found that more believable than the fact she actually found someone that liked her. And someone that made her feel so special.”

“That's because I do like her. A lot.” I elaborate. Erin had a small blush on her face.

“Y'know, she elaborated to me what happened and what you looked like but even seeing you now I find it hard to believe you're this big blueberry.” she chuckled, “But from what I've heard you're a really nice girl. And you're living up to the legend.”

“...and you don't care that I'm this gigantic fruit?”

“Why would I care?” Erin's answer shocked me with how casual it was. Erin wasn't like in the Showcase. This was an actual, quite thin woman in a bar made for... normal people. And she was just so quick to accept me. “You're welcome any time. In fact with Jessie gone I'm gonna miss having a customer that comes in through the kitchen so if you want to be that next regular. And from what I hear you're not nearly as raucous. Seriously, I got some stories about Jessie getting so drunk that she drank out of the pickled egg jar... and then asked for seconds.”

“What? No way!” I gasped.

“Yeah...! And this one time...”

It felt like me and Erin had this wonderful conversation, pretty much her telling stories of Jessica's drunken nights and me reacting to it, before she re-entered our conversation.

“You two seem to be getting along! My best friend and my girlfriend... we need to organise a girls night out when I get back!” Jessica grinned as she held onto my side lovingly.

“Have you been drinking some more? Don't let her near the rainbow sherbet...” I spoke, causing Jessica's jaw to drop.

“You told her about that...?!” me and Erin laughed at Jessica's expense, but it took me a moment to really take in how bizarre this all was.

I'd held a conversation with a normal person. A pleasant one. I'm having conversation now. With my girlfriend. That I am dating. With a new friend. And there's no Showcase, no safety net, no... anything!

“So, how about shots? I think it's about time to break out the Violeta Explosiva~” Erin went behind the bar. “Wait, Cara, do you drink?”

“I don't think I've drank since the accident. And I mean literally, not even water.”

“She managed a coffee a few days ago.” Jessica smiled, patting my stomach, “Think you can handle a shot of Tequila?”

“Hmm... Coffee... Tequila... totally normal jump in beverages. Sure, what the hell, it's a party!”

This ominous looking Tequila with a faint purple hue to it was poured into glasses, the party goers all gathering round as Jessica held both of ours in her hands.

“Three... Two... One...!” they all counted down as they downed their shots. Jessica poured hers down, then poured mine as I took it all down. I felt the warm burn of the shot go down, and instead of feeling it in my stomach, I felt it all around. I could feel the juice in my body go up a tiny amount in alcohol content as I shivered.

“Whoooooah...”

“Strong, right?”

“I think alcohol affects a blueberry differently... Jess... I don't feel so good...” Jessica looked at me, a bit of concern on her face

“Oh... oh no, are you okay?”

“Oooh... the tequila... oooough... I'm... I feel tight...” I started to huff and pant and moan, “I think... my body... oooh... it's too tight...!” Jessica's eyes went wide. “The tequila... it's reacting with my body... I'm... too big!”

“C-Cara!”

“I'm... I think... I'm going to pop!” Jessica's eyes went wide.

“S-S-S-Shit Cara! I'm so sorry!”

“I'm gonna burst Jessie! I'm gonna... I'm gonna...”

BWWOORRRRAAAAP

I let out the mightiest of burps.

“All better~”

The crowd all fell over with laughter, apart from Jessica who shoved me firmly, enough to roll me off my feet. It was too much for me to care as I was too busy joining in the laughter.

“You FUCKER!” she shouted at me in a mix of laughter and anger.

“That was for pushing me down that ramp!” I say through tears of laughter. Erin was the one who ended up rolling me back onto my feet.

“Don't scare me like that you bitch!” she embraced me. I could feel her hands shaking and I felt a pang of guilt.

“Okay, okay... I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” I awkwardly apologise, looking to her with puppydog eyes. “Do you forgive me?”

She looked at me sternly. “I am so pushing you off more ramps.” she stuck her tongue out at me before giving me a firm kiss.

After the prank, the party kept going. Goodbyes were shared, I got numbers off a few people, including Erin and Barney. Albeit Jessica told me how much I'd regret giving Barney my number with how much he yammers on about motorcycles. It winded down to a natural close without many casualties. In fact even after a few shots me and Jessica were buzzed. I could feel the alcohol in my system, a bit nervous to really test out my tolerance after so long but it appears my body could handle booze, although I got drunk at the regular rate. A bit of a let down but better than anything severe happening.

Soon it was me, Jessie and Erin. Erin yawned as she signalled the time was truly up. “Fuck, it's like... almost one AM.” she looked at her watch. “I think it's time to lock up, lovebirds. You need me to call you a cab Cara?”

“Actually, Cara has her own van service. Specifically tailored to her massive body. Can't exactly call her an Uber, can we?” she hugged my body affectionately.

“Damn. Maybe I should become a blueberry if I get free rides.” she chuckled as we all headed out the kitchen.

“Want me to walk you home, Jessie?” Erin asked.

“Actually, why don't we all head back to my place? I'm still wide awake.” Jess asked the two of us.

“What, back to your tent?”

“Not my tent, you goober. My actual place. It's not far from here.”

“Uh, will I fit?” I flap my hands, indicating my size.

“You are aware of my gigantic, bulbous booty, yes? There's a slide door at the back. If you don't, Erin can help me squeeze you in.” she teased me, leaning in to kiss my lips.

I'm not sure if it was the tequila, but I agreed. I waddled home in the dark with Erin and Jessie. It just felt like the normal thing to do. No van, no attendants, no factory workers, just three girls walking (one waddling, really) after a night out.

The breeze felt good under my massive dress, with no one around it was almost peaceful. Not many words were shared as we slowly, but eventually, made it to a nearby house.

“This is my place.” Jessica spoke, walking towards the back of the house. I'd gotten used to going round the back of places, but this was the first time it was someone else's house. Erin ran to the front, unlocking the glass door to help me through. Even slightly drunk on tequila we seemed to function as a team as I waddled through.

“Ngh...” I felt my figure struggle to enter. “Little help?” my body had wedged sideways in the door. The height wasn't the problem, just my... immense width.

“Okay, okay, Erin, help me push my girlfriend through the door...” Jessica spoke, Erin had a small laugh.

“This is pretty wild, usually I'm pushing your butt through doors. Naturally you had to find the only girl even wider than you are” Erin teased. The small tease was enough for Jessica to jerk forward and pop me out the other side, causing me to roll into the next room, albeit on my stomach looking down.

“Thanks for the help Erin.” Jessica spoke outside the house.

“Any time. Want me to stay or...?”

I was too busy staring at the floor to notice any further conversation. But after a few minutes, Jessica returned. Alone.

“O-Oh crap, sorry for leaving you so immobile...” she pushed my body further up so we were face to face. I was still immobile, but at least I could see her. And the rest of the room. She took off her jacket as she switched on the lights.

It took me a second to recover from the emotional gut punch of seeing cardboard moving boxes. It just furthered home that Jessica was moving.

She eventually returned to my sight, putting her hands on my cheeks, kissing my lips tenderly with me returning it however I could.

“I can't say how much you mean to me. And how much it sucks moving when I think I've finally found someone worth staying for.” Jessica spoke in a hushed silence. I could have sworn I heard her voice echo in the empty front room, packed away.

“It feels like you're being ripped from me but... I'm not going anywhere. If you find another girl I won't fight it. I just want you to be happy.”

Jessica cupped my cheek, staring into my eyes. I could see them glistening with tears fighting to stay in. “There is no other girl. There could be a million fucking blueberry's in the world, but I picked myself the best one there is.” she smiled warmly.

“I...” I choked up. I couldn't hold it back. A blue tear rolled down my cheek. I said the only words I knew how to say at that moment:

“I love you, Jessica.”

“I love you, Cara.”

We shared a passionate, intimate kiss in the dim light of the emptied room. This really was it.

But this was our last night. I had to go for it.

“Jessica...”

The way her name poured out my mouth like sweet ambrosia caused her to slowly peel away her t-shirt, not breaking eye contact with me except to pull it over her eyes. She went to her skirt as it fell off her like it was napkin paper.

She came in close, I could feel her bare stomach on my chest.

She came in close to my ear.

She whispered softly.

“Are you ripe, Cara?”

My eyes glazed over. I nodded feebly, stifling an erotic whimper.

“I'm ripe, Jessica...” I replied. She combed her hand through my hair, withdrawing her face until it was back to meet my gaze, our noses millimetres apart.

I knew what we both wanted. What we both needed. What I needed.

“Jessica...”

“Yes...?”

“...Fuck me.”

Chapter Text

Those two words left my lips only once. "Fuck me." But I wanted to keep saying it. It was the one thing in the entire world that I not only wanted, but needed. My emotions so bottled up it could only be expressed through physical intimacy. I felt blessed that Jessica wanted it too. She went to dim the lights, before returning as quick as a flash, yanking my hair for another kiss. Her tongue dancing along mine as our lips connected, a soft quivering of both our provoked moans.

I kept imagining what I'd do if I had my arms and legs. This was the first woman I'd ever been with. This is the first person I'd ever been with as a blueberry. Yet out of all my promiscuous encounters, this was the one that meant the most to me and it wasn't even close. This was the most pent up I'd ever been in my life. It provoked a tear from my eye as the emotions I had bottled came out.

Jessica would notice in the frenzy of kissing, looking into my eyes as they sparkled with tears. I could see hers had some too.

“I need... I need you...” I could only stammer out.

“I know...” Jessica stroked my cheek. I was immobile, resting on my front, kicking my feet that were inches from the ground. But I felt so safe. So secure. I closed my eyes and puckered my lips. I wanted to be the one to instigate it so badly, but luckily Jessica was so on my wave length she attached herself to them with a strong, passionate yet quick kiss in return.

I watched as she retreated from the kiss, only to gently push me forward. It was only slightly, but enough for me to regain immobility, only to have it taken away by an inch as I rested on my butt. Wordlessly I kept watching to see what she had in mind, her hands going towards my studded belt.

POP

With little effort, the belt snapped apart and clattered to the floor, my dress shooting up past my belly button. I let out a little gasp, feeling this strange, utterly delightful freedom that came from the belt being removed. The dress exposing more skin, and Jessica's hands... oh her hands...

Her soft hands gliding up the smooth surface of my stomach elicited noises I wasn't aware I could make. These tremoring whimpers and squeaks as my sensitive skin was caressed, her hands going under my dress, inching it over. I had to close my eyes out of pleasure, but when I opened them, all I could see was my dress as it was flicked over my head. It took a few seconds before it was fully off, but she managed it. I saw her gather it and throw it to the side. I was astonished as of how much space it took in a normal room in a normal house. But part of that felt so sensual in itself. I was left in my designer underwear. She was left in hers, and it wasn't long before she popped the latch of her bra, exposing her handsome bust.

Despite being so incredibly, overwhelmingly bottom heavy, her breasts were still impressive compared to your average girl. She much have been pushing an F or even a G cup as she massaged them in her hands, experiencing the freedom only removing a bra could give a woman. She noticed me staring at them. She must have. Why else would she have rolled me back onto my front, positioning them near my face?

The seconds it took for her to simply move me, haul me around just to get me into more comfortable positions for what we were doing. It added a spice to this I didn't know existed. I was helpless. She was helping. We were so in sync it didn't feel like I couldn't move at all. I simply let her guide me, then I did the rest.

I was soon greeted with her breasts. These orbs of perfect breast flesh positioned right where my face was. I wanted to make a comment about them, but they were thrust in my face before I could even make it. It probably helped keep the mood in the room as I simply waggled my neck in order to drown myself in as much breast as possible, peppering them with kisses as she held them up to me. I gave them another look when I came up for air, before going to one of her nipples. Latching my blue lips upon them, and suckling on it.

It was her turn to make noise as she let out loud exhales. The fact I had the power to do that with only my head being able to move just made me want to do it more. Switching the breasts, tugging on those meaty chest balloons like I was a dog with a new toy. Breaking my kissing to lick the tip of her dark nipple with the tip of my tongue.

After a few minutes, she leaned down, taking those wonderful breasts away from me and returning to our kissing. I was lower down so she had to crouch a little, rolling me back up purely by the power our making out.

We took a ten second break, foreheads pressed against each other, just soaking in this moment together. Heavy breathing. Dull yet immensely satisfied smiles between us. The silence broken by Jessica.

She spoke in a husky whisper. “Do you trust me...?”

I nodded, wordlessly.

I didn't know what she had planned. All I know is that she, once more, was pushing me. Rolling my obscene body until I was shy of being totally on my back, staring at the ceiling. Waiting for what she had planned.

I felt her hand on the waistband of my panties. Her hand didn't try and remove them, she simply kept pressing into my body. Small points of pressure as she kept pressing that white cotton. Purposefully pressing into them until she found what she was looking for.

It felt like a game. I could feel the rhythm she was doing it in. One, two, three, press... one, two, three, press... starting from the waistband and going lower. My toes curling as she got closer to where I knew she wanted to go.

“...l-lower...” I found myself issuing her a guide under my heavy breaths. I didn't know if she heard or not, but I could feel both her hands now. Pressing random spots of my underwear. She wasn't taking her time to find the sweet spot, she was teasing me. Causing my heart to race as she got hotter, then colder to where I knew it would end up. Purposefully building anticipation as she went to the sides, went around... practically massaging the entire front of my underwear. My pointers were moot.

I felt her circle that spot. She knew. She absolutely knew. She just kept applying pressure to all the spots around it as my toes couldn't curl any further. I felt like crying out to hurry up and do it already. The sweet, soft touch of my lover barricaded by centimetres of crystal white panties...

...she placed her fingers. Right where I knew she knew. She didn't apply any further pressure. She just planted her forefinger and middlefinger and circled it. Like my womanhood was a games controller.

“F-Fuck!!~”

My breathing became erratic. My inability to fight back just increasing how useless it was to fight back and writhe. She massaged it for a half minute before letting go.

“Think I found it...~” she teased followed by some evil, flirtatious giggling. I wanted to smack her. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to do everything to her.

I was so distracted by what had gone on, I couldn't feel the elastic of my underwear drop lower... and lower... until I felt the fresh air on my entire body. I was naked. Exposed.

The barrier had been taken down, and she reapplied her fingers, causing me to have such a reaction I could have sworn I rolled myself back an inch or two as she did. That soft barrier gone, the difference in sensation between the material of my panties and her bare skin on mine was stark.

I felt those fingers slip dangerously inside of me, but there was a sudden break in play. I was already a state so I benefited from it at least, but it was still unusual. I saw as Jessica made her way to my view as well. She showed her fingers. Her pale fingers were slick and... covered in blue?

Was that from me?

I watched from my vantage point, staring up at her as she licked her fingers. She was licking my... my essence. My juice from her fingers. I could tell she wanted to remain seductive, but the taste of me hit her like a freight train of sweet, fruity flavour.

She was as enamoured with her fingers as I was. “Holy shit...” she breathed. “You're fucking delicious...”

“S-So?” I was in such a state, my brain hadn't really kicked in any of its other functions yet. “Wh... what are you waiting for? Taste me...” I watched as she bit her lip. “Taste me, right from the source...~”

She practically ran back around just to get at me. I couldn't help but break out in a giddy snigger as she did. Her hands wrapped around my feet, stretched out, pressing into them as her tongue pressed on my womanhood.

I could feel the warm juice excrete out of me. I could feel her lapping it up like a thirsty kitten. Her tongue so smooth, the sensation overwhelming. I had entered a realm of pleasure unlike any other. She wasn't eating me out. She was drinking me. She was juicing me.

The crackling lightning of pleasure coursing through the entire orb that was my body. Letting out more moans of intense pleasure as she did what she needed to do. The extra attention as  I felt her thumbs kneading the balls of my feet, my eyes glazed over in orgasmic pleasure.

This is all I wanted.

All I needed.

“O-Oh fuck.. fuck... J-Jess... Jess... fuck... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... O-oh... J-JESS!!~”

The killswitch to all other faculties in my brain pulled. I made a primal roar of moans and groans, noises that couldn't be controlled, my spherical body convulsing in a wave of ultimate joy. The strongest, most extreme orgasm of my entire life. Bar none.

It lasted for a full minute. I didn't even know what Jess was doing during that time. I was in floods of tears. This beautiful, erotic agony of overwhelming pleasure lasting for so long it made me lose track of any time. I was shaking. Tremoring. For a moment it felt like I had arms and legs again, but couldn't control them. I looked at my body. It was still as round as ever. But I felt... emptier.

It was only when I finally saw a grinning, satisfied Jessica that I realised why.

She was soaked. Head to toe in blue juice that I must have blasted out in my sweet orgasm.

“You coulda warned me...~” she teased. I didn't care that I was a mess. My hair must have been all over the place, my cheeks shimmering with streaks of blissful tears. “These were some of my favourite panties, too.” she tugged at her previously white panties, now soaked and speckled with my blue juice, staining them. “I guess now they'll be my favourite for sentimental reasons.”

It took me a few minutes before I could respond. Still in a post-coital coma. “...Thank you...” was all I could say. I wanted to make jokes, I wanted to banter, but I couldn't recover fast enough. She came closer and stroked my hair.

“Don't mention it.” she leaned in to kiss me, I could even feel my lips still quivering against hers. “It was... transcendent. I might have been doing everything to you, but I felt like you just fucked my soul.”

I let out an exhausted laugh. “Well... I'm not going anywhere any time soon like this...” I reply. “How about you roll me and I can see how you taste...?” Jessica's face lit up when I offered. It wasn't a surprise that I wanted to.

But her face curled into that of thought. Tapping her chin. “I got another idea. Wait there.”

“I was thinking of running off right now actually. Wonder how quickly I can get redressed and be out of here...”

The fact I got my banter back made Jessica smirk, and showed that I was actually ready for Round Two. But just like that, she was out of view. There were a few awkward minutes of hearing her rummage around. “It's gotta be here somewhere...” was heard from an opposite room. Soon followed by an “A-ha!”

She returned, hiding something behind her back in one hand, and holding a step ladder in another as she planted another kiss on my lips. “Okay, so... if you'll permit me, I'm going to try a few things.”

“...okay... that sounds scary.” I say in a light tone. Even then, the fact she had a step ladder of all things was concerning in the most fun way.

“Trust me. Every guy you've ever seen me take pictures with? You're about to live their fantasy right now.” she said, preparing the ladder at my side. “If this works...”

“Considering I don't think it's anyone's fantasy to hook up with a big blueberry like me, other than yours, I'm ready!”

“I dunno... when Erin had a few shots she looked like she wanted to juice my blueberry~” she teased.

“Wait, Erin actually found me... attractive?”

“I'll say this much. You'll be surprised how sexy you really are to other people. Big, blue sphere and all.” she explained as she climbed up the ladder.

This surprise confidence boost was enough for me to trust her with anything. But I soon felt something hefty on top. Soft, warm... jiggling... immense... a massive two globes of flesh peering into my view in a familiar set of blue stained underwear.

“A-Are you on top of me...!?” I was more astonished by just how able she was to get a sure footing on top of my body. She could even use her weight to roll me about a little at will, granted it did give me a small panic as I weaved and bobbed.

“Almost...” she spread her legs and was soon straddling on top of me. Her backside facing my face as I watched from atop. “Got it.”

I was surprised with the sensations I could feel. I had a girl on top of me for the first time. I'd never actually had anyone on top of me before and with how hefty I could feel her buttocks were, they didn't feel hefty at all. Maybe my body was more firm than I gave it credit for. But I did feel weight. Satisfying weight and warmth radiating from my glowing girlfriend as she assumed her position.

“Comfortable?” she looked behind, smiling. She jiggled her buttocks on top of me and I couldn't help but reply in the affirmative.

“Like you wouldn't believe.” I enjoyed whatever of the show I could watch before I saw her hands move for whatever she was hiding in the waistband of her underwear. I felt something stick to me.

“What's that?”

“Don't worry about it.” she spoke as I heard a click.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

“Is that what I think it i-?”

“Don't. Worry. About it~”

My sensitive skin rippled as I felt what was stuck on me. Several lonely nights had trained me on the sound of what she's stuck on me. She lifted herself up and I could see it in its shiny, silver, phallic glory.

“A-Aren't you going to take off your panties at least?”

“I want to remind you of what I'm capable of~” she spanked herself firmly, squeezing her buttock, and panties, wringing out some of the juice... some of my juice... between her fingers. I didn't know what was hotter. But she adjusted the underwear just a smidgen before slamming that fat ass down on me.

I felt that one hard. A pleasurable ripple as she caused by entire being to shift with the immense weight of her ass coming down, and that buzzing was now inside of her. It was her turn to be pleasured by me. It all made sense what the plan was.

She had turned me into her sex toy.

And I wanted to play.

“Bet you've been wanting this for a long time...~ Wanting me...~” my voice called out. Despite being under literal pressure and pleasure, feeling the vibrations and the warmth of my girlfriend as she slid her vibrator inside of her, she could only look back with half-lidded eyes and exasperated breaths.

“S-So long...” she spoke in a stammer, bucking her hips and grinding herself on my round body.

“You got me. I'm all yours. And you know what that makes you?” she craned her neck to listen to my next few words. “...mine.”

Her face spasmed in orgasmic pleasure as she slowly fucked herself on me.

“Slap that giant ass of yours~” I felt a little bold commanding her. Even a bit shy. But when she did as I asked, I had never felt more in control. I was helpless, literally unable to walk, and I felt like I had full command as she made that booty ripple. “Good girl~”

She let out a cry of ecstasy as she kept grinding herself on me. I felt pleasure too, it was hard to stop feeling so good when you feel such a mass of humanity on you, grinding herself, pleasuring herself on you, your skin so sensitive to touch it wraps around your spherical body like a blanket.

“D-D-Do you love it...?” she clutched both buttocks, arching her back as she rode me. Fully enveloped in what she was doing.

“I love it... I love you...” I bite my lip.

“I'm just so... big...” it was a bit of a surprise to see her so vulnerable, but considering the circumstances, it just made her all the more attractive that she was so open in such a situation.

“It's gorgeous. You're gorgeous...” I continued as she picked up some speed. “I don't care if your butt grows bigger... wider... more round, more beautiful...” I could tell this was having an effect on her as I could feel the rhythm of her grinding picking up, her thighs pinning herself to me like a vice.

“Bigger...? Rounder...?”

“Bigger. Rounder.”

“A-A-And if I... get... too big?”

I could even feel myself start to reach a small climax of my own as she kept building up. This vulnerability felt so raw, so fresh...

“There is no too big.”

“O-Oh Cara...~!” she clutched onto me for dear life as she mounted me. My body rolled to accomdate as her whole body was using me, my view obscured but I could feel everything. “T-Tell me! How big! Tell me~!”

“Bigger than now. Twice the size...” I got carried away imagining such growth. Such intense feelings rushing through us both as we co-existed as erotically charged partners. “Breaking skirts, breaking world records...the biggest to ever exist...!”

My body was teetering, if it wasn't for how determined Jessica was I'd have rolled over and toppled her for sure.

“I want to give you that... all of me... more of me... I want to... w-will you... please...”

“No matter what size... I will love... cherish... and I... I... I will love you!” whilst not as strong, I reached another climax, the fat assed equivalent of dry humping achieving so much without even touching my aching womanhood. But Jessica writhed as if she was shot with an arrow. It was her turn to quiver, clumsily rolling me to the side and cushioning her own fall. Her body jerked around like a fish out of water as she tried to control her own climax. The suction cup for the vibrator was knocked loose, scattering it to the floor, vibrating in a nearby corner as she was left to writhe. And I love it. I loved her. Even in such a state, we'd both helped each other reach this almighty culmination together. I even go it twice over.

We stayed laid out on the floor with silence. Or for me, the most laid out I can be on my side in my spherical form. Me on my side, eyes fluttering as the energy in me was thoroughly depleted. Jessica still recovering from what must have been the mother of all orgasms. But soon the sweet silence was broken.

“I've... had therapy sessions...” Jessica spoke, breaking her sentence out of exhaustion.

“...odd way to react to our first time.” I replied, but judging by the look on her face I knew it was time to listen, rather than joke.

“I've had... multiple therapy sessions about my figure. My EGGS.” she hauled herself upright. Sitting down on the floor. It was quite impressive how much of her was in the air with how bulbous and bloated her backside was. “How cartoonish my butt had become. The idea that no one would ever love me...”

Another silence came as she stared at the ground. I kept quiet.

“And then I see a girl who... has no arms. No legs. Her body is a ripe, round sphere... she's a blueberry. An honest to god blueberry. And she just waddles into my life. Out of freakin' nowhere...” she scratched her arm nervously. “I'd say I love her more than I love myself but to be frank, I hated myself. Despised it. A never-ending growth growing right behind me.”

I could see her trying to sort through her emotions, like flicking through an unorganised filing cabinet. “I hid a lot of my emotions. I act as if everything's okay. I grew spikes. Toughened up. But deep inside I was close to never coming outside again. I've even come close to simply doing the unthinkable.”

I wanted to tell her all about how real this sounded to me. Granted there was a difference in how it came about. How similar we are, despite how wildly different our growths were.

“Cara. You are special. I said before I've had dozens of therapy sessions on how to cope with my figure. You... you made me love it. I know I was drunk on hormones and arousal when on top of you, but I mean what I said. I'd get an ass the size of the moon if it made you smile just once.”

I finally broke my composure, a soft laugh in response to that last line. “And I'd eat a second piece of candy if it meant you were happy.”

I never thought I'd look back on that horrific day with an odd sense of... fondness. Talking about such a traumatic event with a soft touch and with such candour. But it was true.

“That one piece was sweet enough.” she shuffled awkwardly on that balloon butt of hers to offer me a consoling kiss.

“Everything you just said could do the same for me. Except for the therapy sessions. I was too broken to even be seen outside for a while... but you know a lot more about me than most people. Hell, I didn't even know I was into girls before we started dating. But now I'm wondering why I ever liked guys in the first place.” This comment got Jess to snicker this time. “But it doesn't matter if I like girls. Or guys. I love you. It's taken so long to make me realise something about myself...”

“And that is?”

“Turning into a blueberry...” I took a deep breath, as if about to let go of years of heartache. “...it didn't ruin my life.”

Jessica got on her knees to embrace me, as if she knew how much those words meant.

“It just made it very, very different.”

After all that, it was a surprise I didn't sleep for twenty four hours.

I awoke on my feet. I must have been rolled upright by Jessica as I slept so I could waddle around. I looked around the room in a bit of a shock. Juice stained boxes, my nice, neat clothes in a crumpled heap, it was a total mess.

I couldn't help but look at it with a sense of pride.

But then I realised I was still in Jess's house. Nude.

“Hey, sleepyhead~” she spoke in a sing-songy way, nursing a mug of coffee. Her hair was a mess and she was dressed in a typical thong and oversized rock band tshirt which I assumed were her pyjamas at this point.

“What a night...” I could only reply. “Sorry about the room... I wasn't aware my body could... y'know, cause torrential juice rain like that.”

“Judging by how full and ripe you still look, I'm surprised you had it in you.” Jess stroked my bare belly comforting me. It did make me wonder how we were going to redress me, or if my clothes were still in a fit and ready state to be worn. But I could worry about that later.

“I'm still kinda high from that. But I don't think I can do it again just yet.”

“I'm sore as hell. For someone who can't move their arms and legs you gave me a freakin' workout.” we shared a laugh as I watched Jess take a sip of her coffee. “You need some coffee? Now I know you can actually drink it and all.”

“I need it, but I'll pass for now.” I replied, “Surprised I'm not dehydrated considering how much juice came out me, though. Guess it's one of the hidden perks of being a blueberry.”

I took a deep breath as I'd come to the realisation this was our last day together. But it felt... more natural this time. It hurt like hell, sure, but... I felt like I had made this revelation about myself. About my being. That made it hurt just a little less.

“So, when's your flight?”

“I still have a fair few hours. It was actually gonna be around now but the guys realised they needed special assistance for my extra baggage” she teased, turning around and bouncing on her heels, causing her ass to clap. Before I could ask for Round Three she turned back around. “And the others too, I guess. So I'm staying here a little longer, and I want to spend them with you. You wouldn't believe the amount of paperwork required to get Kyla to be able to fly with how pregnant she is.”

“I suppose I never asked but...” I didn't really want an answer to this question but I had to know for certain. “How long is it going to be before I get to see you again?”

“It was going to be two years...”

I felt ready to cry then and there. I knew it was going to be a long time. But two years?

“...but I got it down to a few months.”

I stared at her with a sense of confusion.

“Time off?”

“It was going to be a surprise, but... I made a decision last night.”

“When? My orgasm or yours?” she broke out in some giggles before reasserting herself considering the severity of the situation.

“When we were talking afterwards. That soul searching session. I'm planning on making a small dream of mine come true.”

“...me?”

“You are no small dream. Or small anything.” she hugged be with her none coffee holding arm and kissed my stomach. “But all will be revealed when I return in thirty one days.”

“What made you decide that? And what is your dream?”

“I just told you, it'll be revealed. But... it's all thanks to you that I made a major decision in my life. The reason I'm returning so soon.”

“Can you at least tell me the reason?”

She looked out the window with a sense of hopefulness in her voice. “I quit.”

“...quit?”

“I have to honour my contract, and I figure it'd be nice to see a new part of the world, but after my contract is up... I'm refusing the extension.”

“Wait, you could do that?”

“Yes... and no. Yes literally, no circumstantially. I'd be basically making myself unemployed but part of the reason I was going to keep to my old contract was that... I felt like I needed The Showcase. Not just because it was a paying gig but... I felt like it was the only gig I could do.” she gestured to her ass. “I'm not cut out for much else.”

It all made sense in my head, but it was confirmed when she elaborated.

“The Showcase was one, giant coping mechanism. The Showcase helped me cope. You helped me love myself. So in a way, this is all your fault.”

I couldn't help but grin ear to ear. It was my fault she was leaving. But it was my fault she was happy enough with her own body to pursue this mysterious new avenue.

“But I digress...” she sighed into her coffee cup, “That month is still going to suck without my blueberry girlfriend by my side.”

“I'm gonna miss you too, y'know. Who else will get super drunk and let me care for them?”

“Maybe the cabin pressure in the plane will blow my butt up twice its original size? All for you to enjoy when I return~” she teased, wiggling her hips.

“As hot as that thought is, I hope you know I wouldn't care either way. Like a cute girl once told me, “Even if they turned into a berry twice the size of you, it's the berry on the inside that counts.” Except replace berry with butts. And “turned into” into “grew”. Or something. I'm not good with these lines.”

We both shared a laugh and simply enjoyed our day in the house. It just felt so natural, like we'd been living there for years. We even had a fun time redressing me in my old clothes, but even with her tugging and pulling, the clothes were still quite wrinkled and messed up. She might not be as good as the dressing machine yet.

And before we knew it, my van was called. And her taxi was called. I waddled to the front to wave her off as her taxi pulled up.

“You better call me when you land.” I say, puckering up for a kiss that she happily received, holding it for an agonisingly, beautifully long time.

“Oh, one more thing...”

Jessica whipped out her phone, putting it in self portrait mode. I instinctively grinned for the photo as she snapped a pic of the two of us in frame.

“I don't have many pics of you... in fact I don't have any. But I wanted a reminder of us for my travels... and “juice stained underwear” doesn't count.” she said, showing me the picture we took. My face was blue, my hair a little messy, but so was hers. My body was massive, wearing a dress way too small for me and exposed bright white underwear... but we were both smiling.

It might just be my favourite picture of me ever.

“I love you, Cara. More than anything in the world.”

“I love you too, Jessica.”

My parting words would have been sweeter had Jessica not been struggling to wedge herself into the back of the taxi, her pink panties on full view from her black skirt as she struggled to finally pop herself into the car, closing the door.

“I don't care how that looked, that was pretty fucking hot!” I belted out, laughing, hoping she would hear.

She looked behind the rear view and flipped me the middle finger, a bright smile on her face.

And just like that, she was gone.

As happy as our last night, and last day, was, I couldn't help but feel a wrench to my heart. Reminiscing about everything that happened. This girl shoving her gigantic butt into my life and firmly sitting down in it.

The van came to collect me. And it was back to the same old grind once more.

–

Throughout the months, I found myself being quite productive. I opened up a fresh Friendbook page. Jessica promised to send me the pic of us together as a profile pic and I added everyone from The Showcase.

Then I added everyone from The Beehive.

Then some others from work, like Clyde.

I had a small friends circle now that seemed to genuinely care about me. And it was a great way to stay in touch with Jessica too. We'd chat when I get home from work, a brand new keyboard properly installed so I could interact with posts. It made me giddy to see Jessica touring these strange parts of the world. And every now and then she'd caption it with “wish you were here” that sent my heart fluttering.

I even liked it when she took a picture of her at a new skate park, pointing towards a massive ramp with the caption “Now I REALLY wish Cara was here”. I reacted with the sufficiently peeved looking emoji.

Every now and then I'd see a picture of me in the background, or me at the front. And I had nights out again.

I had a social life once more. An unusual one, but a social life. I even went to the Beehive more than once to hang out with Jessica's friends who welcomed me like one of their own. Unfortunately she was very correct about Barney's obsession with motorcycles, even with my constant reminder that I'm very much a ripe blueberry, incapable of riding bikes.

I even got Erin to admit, admittedly a very drunk Erin during a game of Truth or Dare, that she found me attractive. Which only inflated my ego as big as myself.

But my eyes were firmly on my beloved. The day when she was supposed to return felt so far away, yet came by so quickly that I only knew she was back when she landed and called me herself.

After airheaded excitement upon her return being vomited over the phone, she asked to meet me at a specific address, and I made the necessary arrangements.

Soon, I arrived at the location, the van ride felt so long but when the doors opened, I saw her. I waddled out almost fast enough to topple over as she embraced me like I'd just come back from a war.

We shared that embrace for a good few minutes before we finally spoke.

“I missed you so freakin' much it was unbelievable...” she said right into my belly, covered by a stretched out t-shirt of our favourite ska punk band.

“Right back at you. Hey, is your ass fatter?” I smirk, teasing.

“Absolutely possible. And I can't wait to show it off for you ASAP, but there's a more pressing matter to attend to.” she brushed herself down, her styled and hair-sprayed hairdo seemed neater than usual, her outfit was even quite smart. A pinstripe suit, white button up and a tight pencil black skirt which... surprise surprise, didn't fit very well as her panties bulged out invitingly at every direction.

“I just managed to make some last minute negotiations and... it's time to finally reveal my dream.” she stuck out a hand to the windows of an empty building. A big red sign on it saying “sold”.

As soon as the van drove off, I waddled around to notice something familiar about the setting.

“You bought a new place?”

“Wrong. I sold my place, and I bought myself a store. I didn't really tell you this because it'd give away the surprise, but one of the reasons I still went abroad for the month was actually to get enough money to persue something personal to me.” she climbed up a small ladder, reaching her hand up to a piece of white material. Personally, I was just transfixed on that booty before she snapped me out of my daydream.

She yanked the material off.

[Froot Kandy Skate Shop] written in bold, graffiti-styled letters.

“I... I've really, really wanted to embrace my love of skating. But because of my body... et cetera et cetera, you know the drill.” she said as she climbed down the ladder. “But then some dumb blueberry rolled into my life and made me all gooey inside. Enough to make me go for it.”

“W-Wow! That's amazing! Congratulations! You were actually pretty amazing at skating last I saw you, even with your butt so this... makes total sense!” I waddled up, with her embracing my big, round body.

“Gigantic butts don't really vibe with most skater things. But then again, I don't really give a shit now!” she grinned, “You're looking at the Owner of Froot Kandy Skate Shop!”

“If I may ask... granted I know the answer... why “Froot Kandy”?”

She blushed as she gave my big body a stroke. “I know it's a harsh part of your past, but it means a lot more to me. If it wasn't for a literal piece of fruit candy... we wouldn't be here. And I wanted to name it after the woman I love.” she kissed me softly. “Besides, “Big Fat Blueberry Inc” was taken so this was the next best thing”

I had to chuckle at that joke. “I assume that's why you're dressed up all smart, to close the deal yeah?” I asked.

“I can't wait to get outta this to be honest.” she said, tugging at her clothes, “I feel so corporate.”

“I'd love front row tickets to see you get out of that, personally.” I teased as she gave my lips a firm kiss.

“You have no idea how pent up I am from a month of no physical intimacy.”

“I know. I got those photos of you trying on all that lingerie...” I grin widely. Jessica seemed straight up proud that I had brought it up.

“Well what are you going to do about living arrangements, though? Seeing as you sold your old place.”

“Don't worry about that. I'm gonna be crashing at Erin's for a bit before I get a new place...” she said, “But that's how committed I am to Froot Kandy.”

“It's probably for the best you crash at Erin's. My place doesn't have many amenities for normal people, big booty or otherwise. No sofas, for example.”

“...wait... I got some stuff in storage so...” Jessica hummed, as if rearranging furniture in her head. “Why don't I move in with you?”

“...that...” It made too much sense. It was ideal. It was perfect! “Yes! A million times, yes!” I could have cried, “It's gonna take a while to rearrange everything but... we'll get to that when we get to it...!”

A few days passed as the moving process was slow. Aside from the machine that dressed me, there wasn't anything essential to my living arrangements that couldn't be moved or adjusted. I did have to ward off Jessica from tinkering too much with the machine though.

Any issues we ran into weren't anything that wasn't easily solved by a quick phone call to the factory.

My apartment soon became more like a home. Posters, colour, furniture, it was surreal to think it was so barren and empty beforehand. My bedroom which had no bed now had a comfortable area of bedding for Jessica to sleep in, so we could technically sleep together in the same area. A living area where we could watch TV. We were both quite big in our own right so the huge apartment became less huge and more cozy, but we were rarely in each others way.

We got used to our morning routines. I kept my job at Blimp Burger while she was off working for her shop, meeting back in the evening for either movie night, game night or mind-blowingly good sex. Not that either movie or game night didn't end in mind-blowingly good sex either. We'd gotten quite good at keeping everything clean despite how my body would always erupt with the orgasmic blue magma of sticky blueberry juice.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. It was the happiest I'd ever been and every day was  just so fun.

The day soon arrived for Froot Kandy to officially open. I'd been given a special suit by the factory that was late to arrive, but the factory assured us was coming. Jessica had to leave earlier, I promised if the suit hadn't come in time I'd arrive in just my PJ's. An idea Jessica kinda liked but I wanted it to be special for her.

There was a knock on the door.

“It's open!” I call out, “Is this th-”

The door opened. And I felt a cold chill down my entire body, being visited by the ghost of my past. I had to stare at the man for an uncomfortably long time before my brain allowed me to process who was in front of me.

“Good afternoon, Cara. I see you're doing well.”

“Doctor Fowler...”

“Yes, I came to deliver your outfit personally.” he said. Ironically before handing it to another factory worker to install in my machine.

“It's... been a while.”

“I decided to deliver this news to you personally. But the factory has been making great strides in technology since you last came. To the point where we're hoping you'll accept the invitation from us to conduct some tests.”

“Tests?”

“I believe we are close to cracking the code to getting you back to normal.”

My brain span around like a Catherine Wheel. “...normal?”

“Granted it isn't foolproof. It's not as if we have many blueberries to test on.” he said bluntly. “I apologise, that was my attempt at a joke.”

“This is quite out of the blue, pardon my wordplay. What do you mean you're close?”

“Granted it's something you'd have to consent to of course, but once the tests begin, there's a high probability we can get your mass reduced.”

Any time in the past I would have leapt on this without a second thought. The chance to return back to normal. To be the normal Cara again. But with all that's happened, with the years I've spent... the emotional growth and changes... I replied back with something I never thought I would have.

“I'll think about it.”

“The offer stands if you change your mind.” I watched as my previous tormentor left with the factory worker. I put on my nice new suit, a black blazer, skirt, lacy underwear and a button up white shirt that looked fit to burst, gaps of blue. I really did look huge...

But the van soon drove me to the grand opening of Froot Kandy, Jessica rushing up to embrace me. “You made it!” she grinned, “And looking mighty fine too~” she played with my blazer. “What took you so long? I thought the factory was pretty good about delivering your stuff.”

“Just... ran into someone from my past from the factory.”

She could tell my world had turned upside down. To what extent I didn't know, but she offered a kiss in an attempt to calm me down. “They gave me one of them gigantic pairs of scissors to help cut the ribbon. You ready, big blueberry?”

“Ready.”

“Gotta say, I'm gonna get very used to seeing that big body of yours in a big, tight Froot Kandy uniform~”

“I think you will be.” I smile towards her.

After all... It's Permanent.