There's an App for that!

"I wonder how many guys actually use this?" Heather wondered as she flicked through profile after profile, match after match, and request after request.

"Count Down to Boom!" An app to help you find, just the explosive finale you want!

But, Heather was having trouble finding what she wanted. There were lots of people of course. If she wanted to, she could pop tonight, less than an hour from now. Hell, she could pop just by dropping by the convenience store and buying several tanks of compressed air if it was only the burst she was after.

So many women looking for someone to pop with. Or offering their popping services. Or looking for anyone to come over and pop them. Helium, air, oxygen, this one crazy bitch who wanted to use hydrogen and put on a "fireworks" show on the outskirts of the city. Bursting parties and blueberry cocktail parties and orgies.

Yeah, it's be fun. But it's not what she was looking for.

You only get to pop once, and yeah. It's almost gauranteed to be an accident you barely even get to enjoy before exploding into a pile of scraps. But if you were looking for the perfect moment, why compromise?

Heather flipped through the guys offering their services. Porn would have you believe, most guys were up for bursting any gal any time, but the truth was more complicated. There were only a few like that and they could have anyone they wanted all the time. How could Heather ever hope to stand out? And even if she did, she didn't want to burst for him she wanted to burst for herself. Some guys wanted to pop only those they really loved. Some wanted their gal to become a ball of babies. Others were so cold and uncaring.

Still, as the months dragged on she couldn't help but wonder if she was being picky.

She edited her profile with more and more edited selfies, hid details, changed details, offered to compromise on her bursting. Nothing seemed to work.

With a defeated sigh, she put her phone on the nightstand and turned off the light. Laying in the darkness she thought of it. Her perfect moment. Relentless swelling, stretching, tighter, tighter. A man's touch, his cock inside her. Not a strap on, not a vibrator, not fingers or a tongue a flesh and blood cock. Who cares if it's not as good, it was part of her fantasy.

Just as she slid her hand under the band of her panties, her phone vibrated. A match? A message?

Rolling over she grabbed the phone, more eagerly than she'd ever admit to anyone. Checking the message. Some part of her expected it was just another horny pop fiend wanting her to come by and shove hoses up each other's butts. But....

Victor: "Hey, saw your fantasy. I like it."

Feeling her heart flutter, she replied.

Heather: "You like it?"

Victor: "I do. You sound like you know what you want."

Heather: "Is it that bad?" Victor: "haha. No, it's fine. I'd like to give you a hand with it. Just a couple questions."

Heather: "Go ahead." Victor: "Blueberries, did you have a space in mind? I don't have the space or cleaning service for it." Heather: "I've been saving money to rent a room at the drainage. The nice one that offers beds."

Victor: "Great. And only during? Once you're round?"

Heather: "Yeah, that's what I'd prefer."

Victor: "haha. Well, I'm up for it. When are you free? I'm available tonight."

Heather felt her heart begin to pound, her face flushing a little red. Right here, right now?

Heather: "Tonight could work. Text me your number, I'll get ready!"

Victor: "Great, I'll pick you up something nice. You get the room at the drainage."

Heart racing, Heather quickly set about her arrangements. She called the drainage and asked for a room with a bed, and said for an hour from now. She called her bank, her job, some of her friends and left them voicemails. It was a bit melodramatic, but she was glad no one answered. A message from someone before they popped was a cliche, but it was a good one in her mind. Besides people coming over to claim her stuff, things were ready for her.

And so, with her nice set of lingerie on, she threw on some comfortable clothes and rushed off to the drainage.

The drainage was in a bit of a messy part of town. Rubbery scraps almost always fluttered in the wind over here. The streets reeked of sex, latex, and booze. But it was the place she wanted to go. The thing she daydreamed about.

Victor was waiting for her there, taller than she expected. That nice dark stubble and slicked back hair. He smiled and held his arms out for a hug that she jumped into. Surprising herself a little.

"Uh, sorry about that. I'm... uh... a bit excited."

"I don't mind" He said. "It's cute... so, last chance to back out."

"Hey, I should be the one pointing that out to you."

"Call me old fashioned."

The two walked in, Victor's arm around Heather's waist. She checked in, dropped off her phone, keys, wallet, and paid for the room. The receptionist asked if they needed to buy any stimulant, but Victor held up a plastic bag, a large bottle of blue liquid clinking against some glasses.

And the two were allowed in.

The bursting room smelled so much of blueberries. And all the walls and floor were a rich dark blue, clearly stained and uneven. The bed, was pristine, brand new. Must have been brought in here just minutes ago with soft fresh light blue sheets.

Heather plopped down, she felt like she was going to burst already. At least her heart would.

Victor popped open the bottle of blueberry wine. "So... I saw your profile was several years old. Been unlucky?"

Heather blushed more from frustration and embarrassment now. "That's none of your business... but yeah. I... I wouldn't say I wanted tonight to be special. But I wanted it to be... how I saw it."

Victor smiled and poured two wine glasses full. "You're eager... am I the first?"

Heather nodded. "Yes... you're the first man I'll be with."

Victor: "And the last." He chuckles.

"Not my first time in general, but... I don't know. Fantasies. I guess... I just wanted my last sexual experience to be with a man."

"Then, I hope I don't disappoint."

"Well..." Heather accepted the glass of wine. "What about you? I mean, I only skimmed your profile, but I saw that you have a preference. I'd be surprised if I was your first."

Victor smiled. "No, I've lost count I admit. You see, I inherited the blueberry farms a few hours drive into the country. I've lost track of how many women I've seen explode into torrents of blueberry juice. Farmhands picking berries, bottlers packaging it into wine, lovers... who couldn't resist anymore."

Heather fidgeted a bit. This was an interesting part, listening to him. To what he had to say. He was coming to this with experience, with desire but not for something dramatic. Something, he understood.

"Air, Water, it doesn't do it for me anymore. I don't know if it ever did. Sometimes I feel like, the juice... that's what I'm really in love with. I'm sorry, I started to ramble a bit."

"It's okay..." Heather sniffed the wine. Bitter, acidic... fruity. That smell. That smell that felt like it would overwhelm her senses and fry her brain. It sent shivers down her spine, a primal fear of a deadly poison. But the enticing seduction of true ecstasy.

Victor sipped his wine, not a care in the world. "Only near the end?"

Heather nodded. Looking up at Victor again, taking in his visage. He wasn't... exactly her type. But he had a handsomeness to him. So the moment wasn't perfect. But what were the chances it ever could be? Hell, even if she managed to find the man who looked like her dreams, he might not be the blueberry loving romantic Victor clearly was.

Smiling, she lifted the glass to her lips. And started to drink. A little sip becoming a big gulp as the bitter, sparkling, taste radiated across her tongue and down her throat. It felt like she was burning up, her body panicking as her skin absorbed the juice in the wine and began to turn purple.

"It's been nice getting to know you Victor." She said as she put the wine glass aside. "Forgive me if I get a little..." "No need to apologize. I know how last moments go..." He said, putting his glass down and standing up.

Heather's skin turned purple, then a rich blue. She felt her insides bubbling and gurgling. Once she saw the tips of her fingers fade into the bright color she began to strip. Pulling up her top, letting her modest bust free in her increasingly tight black bra. Sliding her panties down.

Perhaps she should have practiced. Put a little more swing into her hips or confident wiggle of her arms. But, too late.

She felt her body as her stomach began to bloat out. As her panties began to cinch into her waist and be enveloped by her growing butt cheeks. Her lips felt plump as Victor caressed her face and leaned down to kiss her. She shivered. She didn't resist as her an his hands over her back and nibbled on her cheek.

She felt week in the knees and she stumbled back onto the bed, pushing herself back onto the mattress. Each motion getting harder as her body ballooned outwards. Getting bigger, heavier, sloshier. Her bra, tightening around her growing breasts began to feel wet, soaking in the hot juice that was leaking out. Her panties felt moist... from juice or from, the intense anticipation she couldn't tell.

When her arms felt too heavy to hold herself up she flopped backwards. Another part that couldn't live up to the fantasy. But she felt the weight pooling in her back and rounding out. As her burgeoning belly continued to swell all around her. Bigger, bigger, bigger!

The pain in her bust and her hips mounted until her underwear snapped off! And she shivered in pleasure at the release of comfort.

Victor had removed his jacket, his pants, and began to move in. Planting his hands on her sides, feeling his fingers spread apart as her body grew beneath them. He grinned. He smelled.

"Your sex.... your body... I never tire of this smell."

"Victor.... Oh Victor go ahead. Now!" Heather gasped out as she felt her arms and legs begin to go stiff as juice ballooned them outwards into cones.

Victor obliged, teasing her leaking, gushing, entrance with his firming cock. With an expert precision, he leaned into her. So many popped berries, now he mounted her and began to rhythmically grind against her. Each thrust wobbling the juice inside back and forth.

The pleasure was unlike anything else Heather had experienced. Sure, Victor's cock was but a drop in the bucket. And if pressed, maybe it wasn't actually that much better than a strap on. But in this moment, as her skin tingled and ached. As pressure on her nipples, her clit, her entire body mounted. As drool and tears, slightly tinged blue began to leak out. She was happy.

"Oh Victor! Take me! Make me yours Victor!"

Victor thrusted harder and harder as Heather continued to round out. Her limbs absorbing into her body as her skin grew tighter and tighter. A filling out berry, ripening in moments.

"Fuck me! Fuck me until I can't take it! It was so good Victor! Your wine! Thank you! AHNNH! Thank you!"

Heather felt her chin already squishing up against her expanding body. Gasping for breath and sputtering out juice. Fingers and toes filling. Clit engorging. Struggling for more room as her body filled with juice. More and more, relentless.

Just how she always wanted it.

Blueberry juice is relentless. Victor, could play into that. He fucked her with a ferocity that only someone who regularly fucked and burst blueberries could.

And as Heather's skin ran out of room. And she began to groan and gurgle, creaking and squeaking. Her face bloated and too tight to speak. Just moaning and squealing under mounting pressure. Each thump against her not even sloshing her back and forth anymore.

This was the moment she waited for all these years.

And she never felt more pleasure.

It was worth the wait.

And Heather exploded. Her skin bursting apart as a torrent of juice flooded the room. Victor standing firm against the blast that fully coated him in her juices. The pristine bed, soaking in untold gallons of juice.

The explosive climax, all the sweeter as she felt herself spread, all over the room.