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I'll be your Blueberry Girlfriend

I'll be your blueberry girlfriend.

You've always wanted to hear those words. How long did it take you to work up the courage to even ask? How much money did you save to order the package of gum that could turn someone into a blueberry? How long did you wrestle with the guilt of even considering, not telling me?

You considered just innocuously slipping me the gum and hoping I didn't notice, didn't question, and just chewed it and blew up like a balloon before your eyes. Confused, panicked. Not knowing what was happening to me until I was bursting at the seams.

But you couldn't handle that guilt. Couldn't handle the idea of betraying my trust so vehemently.

So, you asked. Plain and simple. You showed me the photos and video's you'd collected. The countless hours you'd spent browsing the internet for every blueberry model and candid video you could find. It was... a bit overwhelming. But I'd be lying if I didn't admit it was exciting. The relentless growth. The helplessness.

There's no denying that watching those people become gigantic blue spheres turned me on.

So, after you asked. And I thought about it... I said yes.

Now, the only question, was how many pieces should I chew?

One piece. Would give us the classic experience. I'd swell up with juice. My boobs getting bigger, my ass filling out. Gallon by gallon, until I round out into a big sphere. And you juice me back to normal. After the "fun" of course. You could even keep me as a big round blueberry girlfriend for as long as you liked. One piece, is the "safe" amount. I'm not in danger if I only eat one piece...

Two pieces... is where it gets exciting. Two pieces and you've got to be ready to juice me. You've got to have a plan of how to take care of me, cause if you're not careful. I'll fill up too quickly, and explode. A few of the videos you showed me had people exploding in them. Is that what you want? Or is it just the risk? The idea that you have to fuck me fast and hard, once I've become a turgid sphere before I blow apart? At two pieces you could squeeze my tits, my pussy, and juice me enough so I don't splatter all over the walls...

Or maybe,... I should take three pieces. Do you want me to take three pieces? Do you want me to explode? Cause if I take three. No matter how fast you juice me. I'll explode all over you. Is that what you want? You want to have a blueberry girlfriend for only a few minutes? And then watch me tremble and vibrate, as my body struggles not to blow apart. Before I can't take anymore and go splat all over?

If you can't decide... I'll take four. And you won't have time to even enjoy how big I get before I'm just a stain all over the walls.

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