Permaberry Bride

Looking back, it was a strange conversation.

We'd only been married for a few weeks. I'd always known, Jacob's... "thing." But, I suppose I didn't expect him to broach the subject so soon after our wedding. Much less having already bought the catalyst.

Jacob wanted a blueberry for a wife.

He wanted me to become a huge ball of juice that he could take care of, make love to, and cherish.

So that night, when I was sitting on the edge of the bed in my tiny lacy lingerie, the last thing I expected was him to pull out that delicately wrapped sweet. I knew how expensive they were, I sort of ball parked it when the conversation came up years ago when we first started dating. Did he already have it? Or did he buy it shortly after our wedding? Either way, it happened so fast.

In all honesty, some part of me wishes I'd thought about it more. That I hadn't accepted it in the moment of passion. But what can I say? I was a little tipsy. And as he dipped his fingers under my panties, to toy with my clit just the way I liked it. Nuzzling and kissing my neck. Whispering to me how he'd take care of me. How romantic it all felt...

I accepted.

I swelled like an absolute balloon right then and there. I grew out of my lingerie. My breasts swelling so big, the cups snapped apart and the clasp stretched and dented. My thong barely keeping up with my cheeks, much less my hips. The last clothes I'd ever wear.

I became a total sphere, and he slept soundly atop me that night.

As the weeks go on, I realize just how precarious my life is now.

Jacob juices me, every day. Milks my mammoth tits like a cow, grasping the nipples and tugging and massaging them. Squeezing gallons of juice out. He plays with my clit and labia until I orgasm and release another big amount.

He makes sure I get enough water, sunlight, and sugar. All the better to keep me healthy and lucid as my body produces juice relentlessly, every minute of every hour.

And he's never seemed happier.

His smile beams brighter, there's a skip in his step, and his sex drive has never been higher. Even if I think I see him less every day. There's just so much to do, he can't be here with me all day. All I can do, is sit, wait, and grow.

But what I didn't expect, didn't even consider was the tightness.

When I fill up, I feel good. And the fuller, the riper, I get. The tighter I am. The better I feel.

The more taut and swollen my body is, the more sensitive my skin is. One day, after a light juicing session and a full day of growth. My body was so taut I felt like an over ripe melon. And when Jacob touched me, I shuddered in pleasure. My skin was so tight, so sensitive. I wanted to be bigger, to be tighter.

I couldn't get the thought out of my head. Just over and over, as my loins burned and my heart pounded. "Burst me! Pop me like a balloon!"

I screamed that during sex one time. And Jacob gripped my sides and came even harder than I'd ever remembered he'd had before.

Does he want to pop me? Is that how this ends?

How long do permaberry wives last? Even when they're taken care of every day. Juiced every day. How long until I pop? If I already want to pop just weeks after becoming a sphere.

Will I last five years? One year? A month?

Will I even get through the week without begging my husband to let his blueberry bride ripen until I burst all over the room?