Berry Delicious!

GROOOAAAAAAAAN!!!!

A loud creaking groan came from the massive blue sphere dominating the barn. Followed by tiny breathless gasps, and a soft coo.

"Oh... oh my... that was... that was a lot." Rebecca said, between gentle breaths. "I say... I think if I breathe too deep... I'll splat all over these walls."

A rough calloused hand touched her side. The farmer felt how firm Rebecca's skin was, she was taut, as tight as a drum. "I'd have to agree with that sugarpie." He said. "I think you've done had enough dessert today."

"Oh Tony... I'm sure I could have, one bite more. Please? What harm could those last bites do?"

Tony put his hand to his face, stroking his beard as he thought about it.

Fifteen Years Ago:

Rebecca had been coming to help out on the Bailey farm since she was a young'un. And she'd been friends with Tony Bailey since before even then. Pretty much everyone in town knew that she was sweet on him. Whether he knew it was anyone's guess.

"Golly! This harvest's something else ain't it?" Rebecca exclaimed. Hauling another massive bucket of fruit towards the trucks. "I've never seen blueberries as big as these!"

Indeed, the fruit this year were a bizarre occurrence. Best guess Tony or his parents had was that some berries got cross bred in a weird way and caused them to grow into something new entirely. They'd grown larger than apples or oranges, but were still the sweetest and juiciest berries anyone in town had ever had.

"This'll put your farm on the map Tony! I just know it!" Rebecca said as she grabbed one from the bucket. "Mind if I try one?

"Oh I dunno about that Rebecca, ma and pa's been selling them at farmer's markets all over, and no one's seemed to care yet. Go ahead, they're good."

Beaming, Rebecca took a big bite of the berry. Swooning at the rich sweet taste. "But they're so good!" She began to scarf the berry more quickly.

"C'mon Rebecca, you got some juice all over your face." Tony said. She went to wipe her face, but it didn't seem to be coming off. Finally, with Tony's kerchief, she wiped and wiped and.... her nose and cheeks were still blue!

Somehow, Rebecca had some kind of weird reaction to the Bailey Farm's berries. The best the town doctor could guess was some kind of allergic reaction. But beyond a new sky blue blush, she didn't see any harm. Still, that was the kind of thing that made Tony feel he had to take responsibility. He swore he'd take care of Rebecca after that, and it wasn't long before the two were married.

Fourteen years ago:

Once Rebecca moved in with the Baileys, she kept helping around the farm. Picking berries, hauling them, making jams and sweet treats. No one else had ever had a reaction to the berries quite like she had, so they were able to safely keep her secret under wraps.

But the same couldn't be said about her appetite. She kept sneaking a berry now and then, and as the months passed, more and more of her skin turned blue, til now she was as blue as a ripe blueberry from the tip of her nose to the bottoms of her toes. She didn't mind though, she only wished that she could enjoy the berries more often.

That is, until one day, Ma and Pa Bailey were sick. Tony couldn't handle the stall at the farmer's market himself, and Rebecca insisted on going with him.

She was quite a sight, with her blue skin. She caught lots of attention. On her own she brought a lot of attention to their stall. Not all of it was good, but Tony made short work of a heckler's nose.

The two of them thought nothing of it, until Ma and Pa were better, and people at the markets asked where the pretty blue lass was.

And Rebecca got a brand new job.

Twelve years ago:

World traveled far and fast of Rebecca Blueberry Bailey. With her selling the fruit, people came from all over to meet her and try the amazing Bailey Berries. She even got interviewed from time to time by the newspapers.

"Why, I'd say that it all started about three years ago. I dunno how, I dunno why, but the Bailey Farm's Berries just did wonders for my skin." Rebecca answered.

"Well, clearly they've been good for more than just your skin!" The interviewer joked.

Indeed, the past two years had saw Rebecca's figure develop into a truly voluptuous woman. Her breasts bulged out of her tops, showing off inches of cleavage. She had a thick waist that strained buttons. And her behind was large enough to overflow any chair.

"Oh, I dunno bout any of that. But I do eat hearty and live life!"

Rebecca had all but become the face of Bailey Farms, and with the added income, they'd been able to expand and hire more farm hands. But all that would pale in the face of the coming success.

Ten Years Ago:

The news stories and attention had resulted in massive success for the Bailey Farm. They signed contracts with grocery chains to stock the massive blueberries, and Rebecca was approached by several companies that sold sweets and fruits to be a model for them as well. The money had brought new life to the entire community Rebecca and Tony lived in.

Things were getting bigger and better.

And so was Rebecca. She never could give up sampling the fruit, and the years ahd continued to pile on inches to her figure. She was now larger than any woman Tony had ever seen before. And it was far from fat. Rebecca's breasts were massive, sticking far out from her chest, resting on a gargantuan belly. One that brushed the sides of door frames if she wasn't careful. And her rump was so big, she needed two chairs to sit comfortably anywhere.

But if anything, that just made her seem all the more matronly. And her brand deals were if anything even more encouraged.

The community's first harvest had become a huge event, that brought tourists from all over to see Rebecca and sample the freshest of the Bailey Farm's Berries.

Seven Years Ago:

Rebecca hadn't gone to this year's First Harvest. Nor last years. Tony hadn't allowed her.

In fact, almost no one had seen Rebecca at all the past two years.

"Tony... please. We should go. Everyone will be disappointed again..." Rebecca plead with her husband.

"No Sugarpie." Tony said firmly. "I don't want no one makin' fun of ya again."

"Tony..."

Rebecca had continued to enjoy the fruit, and the resulting growth. She'd become a ball. barely able to waddle around on her own anymore.

"I can't bear the thought of you being humiliated Sugarpie... I just can't."

She leaned over, straining as hard as she could to not tip over. She wanted to kiss him on the chin like she used to. But the expanse of her spherical body bumped against him before she could reach. He leaned down and gave her a kiss like she wanted.

"I'll be fine darling... I've got you. I know that you care about what people might think or say. But we've come so far. I'm sure that won't change just because I'm a bit... rounder tahn last time they saw me. And tell you what... if it goes badly, I'll stay here. Safe and sound."

Four Years Ago:

It had gone better than anyone could have guessed. Rebecca's last second appearance at the First Harvest Festival had made international news. People were blown away by her transformation. As the years went on every year, people wanted to talk to her. To take pictures with her. And see how much she'd grown the past year.

And grow she did. Rebecca continued to grow, larger and larger. With a doctor's guidance, they'd found that she grew fastest when she gorged on the fruit. And that, while she would get tight, a few weeks of not eating any more fruit was all she needed for her skin to adapt and she could grow even bigger.

And over the past three years, she'd nearly doubled in width. The once petite five foot tall Rebecca, was now a nearly ten foot wide colossal fruit.

And with the support of her husband, and the love of her community, and the attention of the world. Rebecca promised to get as massive as she could.

Back in the present:

"You sure you can handle it sugarpie?"

Rebecca's skin groaned and creaked ominously again. She was massive, over the past four years she'd nearly doubled in width again. She was pushing twenty, twenty-one, feet.

She'd been gorging on the fruit all week, she was insatiable. And even now, with her skin more taut than it'd ever been before. She still wanted more.

"I'm sure darling."

Shrugging, Tony obliged. Holding up the last of the blueberries for her to eat. She licked the fingers from his juice and suckled on one of them as she finished.

"Delicious.... Thank you darling."

"Love you sugarpie."

Tony patted Rebecca's side. She was as hard as a rock. Covered in a thin layer of sweat. it almost felt like she was trembling.

"Love you too."

"Now, no more fruit til you even out again. Doctor's orders."

"Yes Darling..." Rebecca pouted.

Tony gave her a kiss, and headed off to do his evening chores. Leaving Rebecca alone in the barn.

As the years went on, she became comfortable in long silence. She'd hum to herself, sing, sometimes just sit and think. Though... she did feel a little... full. More so than usual. She couldn't catch her breath, each little inhale seemed to strain her body even more. She felt her skin, it was so tight. She couldn't bend her fingers or wiggle her toes.

Suddenly, there was a spike of pressure. And she moaned. It felt like her entire body pulsed. She shook slightly.

"Oh my gosh... wh-what was that? HNNNGH!"

She felt the pressure spike again. Her entire body was hot. She was so full.

"Oh my.... oh... MRRRGHGH!"

Rebecca bit her lip, clenched her eyes tight. The pressure, it was so much! It was too much! Every inch of her felt like it was on fire! She was so full! She was too full! She was going to-

KABLOOOOOOSH!!!!!

A deafening explosion rang from Bailey Farm, followed by a tidal wave of berry juice.

One year later:

It was a hard year for Tony. He never stopped blaming himself for what happened to Rebecca. But life carried on, and if anything, the love the world had for Rebecca rang true. She was still a beloved model and mascot, even if she'd popped like a balloon.

She'd made Bailey Farm into a name known round the world. And Rebecca Blueberry Bailey would be remembered for a very long time.