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[$10] NSFW To be Ripe and in Love
🕑 Added 2020-09-07 22:04:31 +0000 UTCThe North had always been cold.
Little islands meant strong winds, and anywhere that wasn’t covered in the many evergreen trees was almost assuredly a barren tundra. It was for this reason that most Vikings grouped together, built their long huts out of strong woods, wore heavy furs, and grew long hair.
Astrid never got cold.
Not anymore.
She’d been nervous, at first, but excited as well when her and Magnus had left for their very own island. It was shorter than their old island, but had high cliffs that blocked out the coastal waters before dipping into the bowl shape where the young couple had built their home.
Astrid liked to joke that it looked like they’d dropped her into it. That the valley was her fault simply for being so close to the center, a joke which highly pleased her husband. She knew that he appreciated the blockage of the winds, the shield provided by the cliffs and the trees, but to Astrid, temperature had stopped being a problem.
It was never cold beneath all of the warm, blueberry juice.
When she was full, Astrid couldn’t walk. She had no legs, no arms, barely a pair of feet and hands sticking out of her fat, fruity body. You could still tell she was a lady, her massive breasts were hard to miss, but some people found the rumbling, the sloshing, and the ever present sighs of heady pleasure as all of the pressure settled down on her groin to be a bit… off-putting.
Magnus was anything but.
He liked hearing Astrid’s tummy gurgle, feeling the juices churn around inside of her. He loved to rub her belly, to joke and slosh her back and forth until she needed to burp. He’d touch her, he’d play with her. He’d love her.
He’d be crushed by her.
Astrid’s house was a mess, with a thick layer of warm, sticky juice covering the floor. The broken bed rocked, snapped again at the center, forcing Astrid to clutch at his hips with her reformed knees. Wavy blonde hair rocked back and forth, her small stomach churning with more juice.
She leaned back and, from deep blue lips, Astrid moaned. “More…”
Another orgasm shook from her sex, drawing with it another helping of juice. Beneath her, Magnus had been crushed nearly flat, bent atop of the wrecked bed, his brown eyes crossing as another groan was pulled from his throat.
She could feel him triggering more and more juice. She lifted her hands up behind her hair, shook her body up and down, using the fat in her stomach to push him further up on the slant. She was still too heavy. She needed more, wanted more. Blue hearts formed inside of her blue eyes as Magnus’s hand found her long blonde hair, pulling her back and forcing her belly and breasts close enough that he was able to kiss her.
They were loud, but Astrid was normally over two thousand pounds. She didn’t do anything quietly, not anymore.
Her breasts, still puffy, squirted another stream of thick juice, joining the stains that had flooded their furs. She felt Magnus harden, pushing deeper still, lifting with his legs until she didn’t touch the broken bed.
A strangled moan escaped her, gripping him with her juicy thighs and squeezing with all she had. Juice sprayed out with her final orgasm, covering Magnus up to his stomach and causing his lock to fall back, bending him in half. He slipped out of her sex, panting and sweating almost as much as his sweet berry did, before drawing her to reach for his cheek with a blue stained hand.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
Magnus laughed, his head reeling, lifting up to her before weakly dropping back down.
“Awe,” Astrid laughed, a light and airy sound of a hundred and eighty pound girl rather than her usually full and husky blueberry. She leaned down, putting her knees on either side of his thighs, laying down with her bare blue breasts against his naked chest. “My strong Viking. Hardly even felt it, right?”
“Like, huuf, lifting, phooo, a pillow,” Magnus panted, sweat dribbling from his brown hair. The broken bed creaked.
Astrid laughed again, turning herself so she could hear the rapid beating of his heart. “You’re sure that doesn’t hurt you?” she asked.
“Just…” he coughed, lifting a meaty hand and dropping it. “Just some minor fractures,” he joked.
Astrid lifted a hand, lightly thumping him on his chest with her knuckles. “Don’t tease,” she said, still smiling. “I worry!”
He continued to breath, the blue stains on his stomach flexing and recoiling over his strong abdomen. “I’m fine,” he said, leaning and kissing Astrid’s blonde hair. “Just… need a minute.”
Astrid snuggled her head against his chest. “Oh? You don’t want to see if you could make me skinnier?” she joked.
He laughed. “Astrid… you couldn’t be skinny.”
“I guess not,” she snickered. “With how well you feed your ripe blueberry~”
She laid against him for a bit, listening to his heart calm and his lungs resting. Juicing her took over an hour of very, very hard work, and it was something they more often avoided doing when they had the chance. She had a little spot, a custom fit hole in the floor that had been filled with furs and pillows, but for the most part Astrid had gotten used to her body.
She could fall asleep sitting up, laying on her back, on her tummy, but she did like her spot. It meant Magnus could sleep next to her.
There was just something to waking up to him petting her head before giving her a kiss on her chubby cheek and telling her that he’d already made dinner.
Being a blueberry should have made Astrid’s life Hell. And she wouldn’t lie, a lot of things were hard now. She wished she could do more around the house. Wished she could play more actively with her dragon, Stormfly, or even simple stuff like chopping firewood or making breakfast. But, being a fruit-girl had some clear benefits, too.
She loved her body, loved how much her husband loved her body. When the juice rolled back and forth over her lips, the smothering pressure pushing down on the floor, Astrid felt herself becoming exceptionally horny, begging for that sweet rush of release. But even when she was big, being waited on hand and tubby foot made her feel like an absolute princess, and if she hadn’t become a blueberry, they’d have never left the tribe.
She loved her life. Loved her home, loved all of the alterations they’d made to fit her size. She loved to be rolled outside, onto the grass and into the pen, and would laugh to herself as all of their sheep would wobble over to her to get the warmth from their lady.
She put a hand across her middle, fingering her own belly button and letting the weight drop against her husband.
“Does it ever bother you?” she asked. “Juicing me?”
There was a pause before she felt a small snicker shaking his body.
“Don’t laugh!” Astrid blushed, coloring her blue face a lovely shade of violet. “I’m being serious!”
She felt him shrug. “That’s why it’s funny,” he chuckled, again reaching up and kissing her scalp. “No, Astrid. I love juicing you.”
“But we always have to make a new bed.”
His laugh brightened. “Yeah. Maybe I should look into that.”
Astrid’s blush increased, now coloring her entire face. “Maybe…” she reached down, playing with the dark tips of her blue breast. “… we could try some new positions?”
“Hmm?” she felt him hum.
She lifted herself, the cracked bed now feeling awkward. “Well, it’s just something I’ve… thought about. That I’d like to try, maybe. With you… on top.”
His brown eyes met her blue, traveling down her blue body before an easy grin filled from beneath his beard. “I don’t think I could reach.”
Astrid scowled, tapping her nails against his pectorals, and quivering her body in a very appealing way. “Not like, on my boobs!” she grinned deviously. “Well, not until you got me a bit… smaller.”
Magnus’s teeth lifted, skating over his lower lip as he imagined the act. Finally, he nodded. “Whatever you wish, my dear.”
She felt herself smile, then bumped him with her hip. “Good. Okay, I got to get up and get moving. Will you help me get dressed?”
She heard him try to move, then heard the crack as the frame fully split, the wooden legs at either end snapping free and dropping the bed onto the wooden floor. Magnus lifted a hand and waved, eliciting a cheery giggle from his chubby, blue wife.
“I thought so. Get some rest. I’ll need you ready for later~”
Astrid went to the nearby drawer, pulling it open to get her white cloth wrappings. She stared with her hips, rolling the cloth around her thighs and her groin to give herself some coverage, only noticing after that she was still lightly dripping.
She held her fingers up, scowling at the evidence of her bubbling insides. Her mobility was only an imitation, a temporary grace that would soon be lost. It should last her for a couple of hours at least, but with how her belly’s been… who really knew. She wondered if it was getting faster, or if it just felt like that. Would she ever feel the immense pressure of that first time? How her skin had stretched, how her groin had quivered as the juice filled out anywhere that it could.
She tried to banish the hopeful thought from her mind, but wrapping her breasts only made her more excited, eliciting soft sighs and pleased moans. Damn, she was horny all over again, and was considering just tearing off all of her wrappings and mounting her husband with a demand to be finished.
But he was breathing lightly, his eyes closed, and the peaceful, happy look on his face warmed her heart even more than the juice did her body. She sighed, blue lips pulling up at the corners, and lifted her hands behind her head so she could start the braid in her hair.
He opened his eyes, just watching her as she did, his eyes skating up and down her body and making Astrid feel like a blueberry goddess. “Thanks for juicing me, babe,” she said sincerely. “I know you like keeping me nice and ripe, but trust me…”
She turned around, giving him a full view of her juicy blue ass as she wiggled back and forth for his hungry eyes.
“I’ll make it worth your while tonight~”
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Astrid owned three outfits for when she wasn’t fully ripe.
None of them fit, and all of them had been stretched out beyond belief.
She remembered when she was small, even skinny and muscular! But, a lack of needing to move and being fed to her hearts content had covered Astrid with a permanent softness, which was quickly being compounded by the juices reforming her soft look into an increasingly hefty appearance.
By the time she’d pulled the stretched out cloth over her top, she’d found that her chubby blue belly was peaking out from beneath. A moment of struggle had her lift her tum over the top of her skirt. It sloshed and gurgled, and if she held her hand against herself she could practically feel as the juices inside slowly filled her back out. It was always in her belly first. Which was fine, but she wished she could have some more control. Maybe let her breasts fill out quicker, or her legs? She’d love to wiggle her curvy blue ass around for a bit, without feeling like her waist was sagging into super-sized.
She went back into the room, tying the fur gauntlets over her wrists. She knew Magnus liked how fat they made her arms look, but she was surprised to find he’d already dozed off. She chuckled to herself, letting her fingers drum over her tummy. Her husband was breathing heavily, his white skin heavily colored by her blueberry juices, still folded on the wreckage that had been the bed.
Astrid allowed herself an admiring look down his strong body, and a hopeful bite grazed her dark colored lips as she again thought of being rolled on her back and played with like a huge, fruity girl.
Her blonde hair whipped back and forth, with Astird trying to clear her head from the lewd thoughts. Those were for later, she had to focus. Afterall, she was on a tight schedule.
She hurried over to the door, feeling the sloshing juice flowing down to her thighs. She took stock of herself, not exactly filling the entire doorway yet, and she definitely still needed the belt over her skirt. She estimated that she had maybe a half hour until she needed to start worrying, and pushed the thoughts from her head.
She exited the house to an immediate chorus of respondent sheep, each baa-ing at the weird, pudgy stranger to their island. Astrid rolled her eyes as one of the older females snuffed, taking several waddling steps closer to the filling blueberry. “It’s still me, ya idiots,” she said lovingly offering a hand.
The old sheep took two steps back, her dumb eyes blinking cautiously. Astrid saw her floopy ear flicker up and down, listening to the constant gurgling from inside, before apparently the sheep recognized Astrid and came closer with a much more comfortable ‘Baaah.’
It snuffled her hand, leaning up into it while she made affectionate noises, rubbing the sheeps cheek then her head. The other ladies stepped closer, each in turn recognizing their owner, then drawing in a huddle to feel her warmth.
She made sure to pat each of the ladies on the head, feeling a special affection for those who wore their coats so fluffy that they could hardly traipse around, and promising to make sure they got sheered in short order. She knew how important it could be just to get your feet under yourself.
It wasn’t until she checked on each of the animals that Astrid went around the side of their cottage. She first checked Magnus’ weapon rack, and was surprised to find only his axe and his war hammer. Then she checked the tool area by the sheep’s shed, then inside of the small shed before finally coming up with her old battle-axe.
Astrid hadn’t a clue how it’d gotten there, and it made her feel a bit guilty. Sure, she had little use for the thing, but it was still hers. What the sheep had been using it for, she the young blueberry couldn’t have guessed, but it was clear that nobody was really tending the aged steel.
Chips, dings, all clear marks of neglect. It made Astrid’s stomach churn, and not in a good way, but… well, what did she really expect? Hadn’t even thought about the darned thing until last week. It could have been here for a month.
A deep sigh had her realize that her belly button was now sagging beneath her shirt’s reach. Her outfit was getting tighter now, and she knew she was getting heavier. At least two hundred pounds, she needed to get her blue butt in gear.
Astrid licked her lips before biting down on her lower and giving a sharp whistle. Armless practice had paid off, with the piercing sound echoing around her clearing before she heard the screech of a reply come from ahead.
Astrid squinted towards the treeline, spotted the quivering foliage before realizing she was looking too low. Astrid’s Deadly Nadder leapt from the high branches of the pine before opening her wings. Several sharp points gleamed beneath the midday sun as the dragon glided her way down to Astrid. The blueberry’s gaze immediately flipped over Stomfly’s blue scales and light under-belly, looking over a dozen details.
The dragon’s wings beat once before she landed, coming into a jog on her bipedal legs. Long, powerful haunches lifted the dragon up to nearly twice Astrid’s height, but instead the dragon bobbed up and down like a scaly chicken that breathed fire and shot spines.
“Hey, heeey girl,” Astird opened her palm as Stormfly strut to her side. She pat the dragon on the side of her neck, letting her other hand come to Stormfly’s belly and scratch playfully. “You’re looking great,” Astrid admired. “Your scales look clean. Did you just molt?”
Stormfly chirped, ducking her head into Astrid’s touch.
“Awee, you missed Mama’s hands, didn’t you? It’s great to be able to touch you,” Astrid smiled. “How’s that feel, huh?”
Another chirp came. Stormfly’s neck pulled back as she settled her feet beneath her, tucking her body on top and wiggling back and forth.
Astrid laughed. “You already know, eh? It’s been a long time. Sure you’ll be okay?”
Stormfly just shook back and forth again before tilting her head and giving a reptilian snip.
“Alright,” Astrid chuckled. “Let me get your saddle, okay? It’s been a long time for Mama too, and her legs aren’t so strong anymore.”
She came around the sheep’s shed to a small workshop, with Stormfly following along in a winding manner. Astrid took the straps to her saddle down, checking the usual luggage. Two drums, filled with both water and salted foods, a tarp, a holder for her axe. A seat for her, and some guidance straps for Stormfly.
She didn’t expect to need the emergency food, but you never knew.
It took longer than it should have to get everything set onto Stormfly’s back, and by the time Astrid was pulling herself over the top, she was more than aware that her stretched clothing just… fit. The belt on her skirt was digging into her pudgy blue belly, causing her blubber to flop over the top while she continued to fill like a baking muffin. She fingered the clasp beneath her stomach before realizing that just getting Stormfly dressed had her breathing heavily, and waved carelessly before climbing aboard Stormfly’s offered back. The belt would come off, even if it just meant waiting another two minutes.
“You ready?” she asked. “We might have to make this a quick flight…”
Stormfly, to her credit, didn’t seem at all bothered by the load. She twisted, blinking her large yellow eyes at Astrid, before shrugging back and stretching her wings.
“Alright!” Astrid called. “Off we go!”
Stormfly took several loping steps, opening her wings as she picked up speed before, with several heavy flaps, the pair was airborne. Astrid found herself giggling, feeling the simple elation of being on her dragons back and the blissful sensation of the wind in her hair, and leaned back to lift her hands up and let out a delighted shout.
The shout briefly became a shocked scream as her blue belly finally snapped the leather and her body flubbed outward with an audible quake while her belt went sailing through the wind. Astrid clutched Stormfly with her weak arms and legs before laughing wildly at herself and stretching as high as she could reach.
She could still feel her smile as she realized they were going the complete other direction, and slowly used the reigns to guide Stormfly around. Their goal was further north, but Astrid would have been delighted to go just about anywhere, as long as she was in the sky.
But the best things in life are hardly made to last. It wasn’t ten minutes until Astrid could feel the weight of gravity pulling her back down, and could see the effect she was having on Stormfly. A small sigh escaped her blue lips.
That was the curse of being a blueberry. As much as she enjoyed it, it meant these moments would always be so much shorter. With her knees tightened to Stormfly, Astrid’s hands let the reigns go as she felt her overblown belly.
The shirt no longer fit, but it was about as stretched as it ever could get. It’d begun riding up on her center, looking smaller and smaller as her body filled outward. Maybe… three hundred pounds, now? That was a bit high, but it was coming on quicker, and she could feel the juice mixing in her body.
Worse yet, she could see Stormfly’s tongue lulling from the side of her mouth and felt an empathetic pity for the overburdened dragon. Astrid leaned forward, patting Stormfly’s thick neck. “I know girl, just hang in there…” her hand reached back into the meats bin, lifting the canvas. “You’ll get a nice chicken when we land, okay?”
Stormfly perked up about as much as a sinking dragon could, pulling forward with a few extra-forceful flaps. Astrid felt bad about not immediately correcting their course, but there wasn’t much she could do.
Then she wondered if her dragon was getting the exercise she needed, since Astrid certainly wasn’t getting her hour a day. It made the next growl from her belly sound worried, like a grimace, and she felt a tick of relief when the next island appeared from the thick Northern fogs.
The island was small, but it looked almost exactly like Astrid remembered. Green grass and high pines were the standard of the North, but this island had something that none of the others did.
A small bay had been carved into the island, with the low sea pleasantly washing up and down a tiny beach. Not high cliffs, no rocky death traps, a real bay with real sand and a peaceful harbor. It looked perfect, so small and comfortable, and most importantly, intimate. She guided Stormfly down towards the bay.
Stormfly brought the pair down into a stompy landing, managing pretty well considering the burdensome belly of her swelling passenger. Astrid had much more of an awkward time dismounting the dragon, her thick thighs and fat calves making the landing a fair bit uncomfortable. She had forgotten how much riding worked out her thighs and was starting to remember why she liked not having them so much.
She waddled to Stormfly’s luggage, scooping out the dried chunks of chicken as well as several strips of beef. “That’s a good girl,” she praised, circling to the dragon’s mouth. Palm down, food out, Stormfly’s rugged tongue flicked over her chomps before she leaned forward and lightly picked over the chunks. “You’re my big strong girl,” Astrid praised again.
Stormfly’s tongue flicked out, licking herself again and making a small, throaty coo with her throat. Astrid snickered as a similar sign rumbled out from her own tummy.
“Alright,” she said, going around to the storage container. “I guess I can spoil you a bit more. After all, today’s special.”
She ended up taking the harnessed drums off Stormfly’s back, lifting the canvas top to reveal all of the meats. She wished that she’d had some salmon, as that seemed to be her companion’s favorite, but the dragon’s birdlike chirps of excitement comforted her worry.
Astrid took a handful for herself, then offered another to Stormfly. The chicken tasted great, flavored with the spices of her little home island, even if it was a bit dry. She wondered if she’d be able to catch something fresh, something she’d be able to cook for herself, but reality stretched her blueberry belly with each passing moment, and she faced a truth that she just wouldn’t be able to hunt anymore.
Maybe she could set a snare or two, but really, Astrid was now as domesticated as her sheep. Her fingers weren’t good for tying the knots, her lumbering weight and the slosh of her tummy would have all the pray scattered for absolute miles. She shook her head, smiling down as she felt the juice swelling into her breasts. The pleasantness of tension, the return of the pressure. Soon, she wouldn’t be able to even reach the bottom of her belly.
She moved along towards the edge of the edge of the island, finding a prostrate log abandoned near the cliff that was just over the bay. It looked perfect, and moving the supplies took only a minute before she let herself sit down on the log and just enjoy her meal.
Another bite for her, another handful for Stormfly.
“Alright, girl,” she took the tarp and her axe off of the dragon’s back. “You’ll probably catch something tastier if you’re going out on your own. I’m just gonna chop some wood and make camp. You go on ahead, okay?”
Stomfly blinked at her, twisting her head from side to side.
“Go on,” Astrid gestured with her deep-colored hands. “Go catch some fishies. Want salmon?”
The dragon stood up a bit straighter, her black pupils widening inside of her bright yellow eyes.
“That perked you up,” Astrid rubbed her snout. “Go find some salmon. I’ll be here, okay?”
Stormfly’s tongue flicked over her nose before she chirped twice and then started spinning in a circle. The dragon then broke into a loping run, taking flight with her powerful wings and heading towards the shore.
Astrid’s tummy flexed as an exceptional slosh hit, causing the blueberry to bite her lip and grip her tummy. In just a second she’d gained nearly two inches, about fifteen pounds to her overweight stature. Her legs were already touching, the tight fabric flexing to try and hold back the swelling blue tide.
It ended just as fast as it started, leaving Astrid panting as if she’d just worked out. Her fingers slid back from her belly button, digging into her swollen paunch. She loved this feeling, the tiniest sense of pain spiking a whole world of pleasure that let her eyes roll back and her her mouth release a sensual moan.
The brief acceleration had hit her right on the groin, the lips of her sex pushing into her tight pants and squeezed between her full thighs. She felt the dribble of juice filling her lips, flexing in the most pleasureful sensation. If Magnus were only here right now…
Her thoughts on her husband, the overweight berry realized that she was gripping her breasts in her hands. A purple blush colored her cheeks, slightly embarrassed with how horny her own body made her.
“Alright, girl, come on,” she whispered to herself. “Stop thinking, start working. What’s first?”
She let her hands rest on her tummy, turning to survey the area.
“Camp,” she brightened. “Tarp first, then firewood. You’ve got this.
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Astrid did well, for an out of shape blueberry. She’d gotten the cloth tarp pinned down, had the baskets of food and water set atop of it, and it took only a couple of minutes waddling through the surrounding forest to find a downed tree. Even her axe, as underused as it was, cleaned up the stump in only a few minutes.
But it took only a few minutes for her to be out of breath. She’d only just finished preparing the stump before she sank on top of. Her belly forced its way between her swollen thighs, gurgling as she continued to grow and grow.
Astrid loved the feeling. She could now hardly reach the bottom of her stomach, her arms thick and flabby, her massive chest getting in her way. A touch of her cheeks made her feel how full she was, and each moment added another bit of weight.
She knew she had to hurry, if she didn’t get her giant blue rear into motion than she’d be stuck on it for the rest of the night, but she wanted to just… take a few moments. To just feel herself.
This was, at both times, her favorite and least favorite part of her continued inflation. She loved the feeling of being absolutely massive, but still on the higher end of some personable scale. She likely weighed… what, four hundred pounds? She could only guess, probably more than the tree she’d just chopped down. And she was getting heavier, her skin really starting to return to that wonderfully familiar sensation of pressure.
But she liked having arms. Liked having legs. Being able to walk under her own volition, being able to ride Stormfly. She didn’t get to do this nearly enough. Not that her husband didn’t try to pleasure his blueberry bride, but juicing her took so much effort on both of their ends. Her muscles felt strained, most of her stamina had already been drained, and the blonde fanned her face as a purple blush took ahold of her cheeks.
The warmth of her juices mixed with the heat of her strained and overworked muscles. They’d protested her weight at half of this size, now that she was swelling back towards immobility they were creating an ache, but with a tremendous gurgle Astrid fought her way back to her feet.
An easy breeze blew in from the water, rattling the leaves of the surrounding pine trees. A scent of pinecones managed to overpower her blueberry-tuned senses and the widening woman took in a mouthful of fresh island air.
Then Astrid set to work, talking to herself as she now so often did. “Let’s go girl,” she huffed, leaning over to grab the shaft of her axe. “You got the tree down, now get it into pieces.”
The blonde blueberry had to struggle a bit to get the first bit of the tree chopped off the trunk. Her belly wouldn’t fold anymore, the fatty love handles now being forced out by the swelling juice. The thick piece came free and only just managed to set it onto her trunk before another swelling bubble caused her to pause.
“Oooo,” she moaned as she grew, a dribble of sweat dripping down from her fluffy blonde mane. Her hair swept down over one eye, but she hadn’t noticed, vision shut as she focused on the increasing torrent within. Blue fingers reached as far as they could, only just managing to reach over the lip of her belly button.
She pinched her top before another stance-widening slosh bubbled up to her chest and Astrid let out a tiny blueberry burp.
“Bwuugghh…” she groaned before coughing twice, feeling increasingly as if she’d eaten a whole blueberry feast. Buckets full were being dumped into her tummy, now as if she were actually tasting and eating each of the round little fruits. She blinked, waddled from side to side to check that her legs now touched all the way to her calves, and with an exacerbated grunt she set back to work.
The log should have shattered in one single cut. It took six, whether due to the un-sharpened blade or the unathletic user, but Astrid took a huge leg to kick the bits free before bending herself forward for the next heavy piece.
Counting, somehow, seemed to make things easier. Maybe it focused her mind with her muscles, centering on the work rather than her body. “One,” she reached down to the cut tree, shifting it into a half-raised position on the log. “Two,” she brought the axe down once, twice, three times to get through the other side. “Three,” she gasped, setting the sheered piece onto the trunk. “Four!” she brought the axe down, burying it down to half of the log’s length.
It only took three more swipes and she doubled her firewood. But it wasn’t enough. She’d imagine a bonfire the size of… well, her, not some puny flame that could hardly burn twigs.
But in the end, Astrid could only manage so much. Sticky with sweat and bubbling with juice, the blueberry was forced to transport her load out to the small little camp she’d set up near the bay.
Twelve logs. That was her maximum, the most she could do. If she was in shape, she might have managed sixty. But the only shape the blueberry maintained was the swelling roundness, the increasing width of her overweight waddle.
Stormfly startled her, dropping down from the pine trees nearest the forest and nearly giving the woman a heart attack that brightened into small giggles. “I… hoof, you scared me… girl!” she grinned at her dragon.
Stormfly made a guttural chirp before rubbing her head against Astrid’s offered palm. The dragon leaned forward, sniffing her tum and eliciting another husky chuckle.
“Yeah, yeah…. Ouuugh,” she hefted the cut wood in her arms, reaching down as far as she may and finding her shortening arms could hardly reach past her breasts. “I’m gonna break this skirt soon… if I don’t get it off,” she took another deep breath before waddling to her selected site. The supplies waited for her, as did the prostrate log nearest to the cliff’s edge. The perfect seat to overlook the beautiful bay. “Hey, girl, mind giving me a hand?” she asked.
The dragon chirped and twisted around twice before biting herself on the tail and falling over.
Astrid shook her head with a snort. “Yeah… I thought as much.”
She reached the spot as the first of the rips began to tear in her overstretched shirt. They were appearing near her huge fluffy arms, the juice squeezed extra tight by the wrappings she used. Her legs were beginning to be pulled in, shortening as her tummy reached down for the grass.
“Bwoogh,” she grumbled, feeling and suppressing another oncoming burp. As Stormfly hopped up and began to run in a wide circle around her, she felt comfortable enough to drop the logs, mostly just hoping that they ended up in a decent formation. “It’s tough to work like this with a body this heavy…” she said to her dragon but following it with a genuine smile. “But it’s such great exercise! Right girl?”
Stormfly dipped behind the curvature of Astrid’s breasts, her body so big that it managed to hide all of Stormfly’s head. Astrid groaned and, knowing it might very well be the last motion she had, Astrid reached for her skirt. It barely took any force for the thing to ping off, just the slighted bit of increased tension made the waistband collapse and let her belly drop with a wave of relief. Consigned to her fate and wanting to enjoy the last moments of mobility, she sat down on the log.
Stormfly was arranging the firewood for her, her sharp beak cracking off the hardest bits of bark. The dragon was an instinctive nest builder and fire burner, and showed a rare display of heightened intelligence as she positioned the logs in a purposeful cross.
Astrid’s stomach sagged down to the grass, flattening the blades and giving her warm belly a slight tickle. She tried to reach down and rest her arms on the seat, but her ass had become far too big now, and she could only reach about midway down to her disappearing thigh. She watched her dragon, feeling the creeping sensation of her belly and breasts reaching out further and further, the swelling forcing out the bindings on her arms and her legs. Inch by inch her appendages began to disappear, and although she was filled with waves of pleasant bubbles the immobile girl couldn’t help but sigh.
Stormfly lit the fire as the blue sky brightened into a wonderful pink and bright orange color. Evening was here, and night would come quick.
As Astrid stared out over the bay, as the washing water on the beach was made quiet by the heightened waves from within, she found that despite the bittersweet feelings she’d had throughout the day, that she was still smiling.
“Okay, come on over here you,” she patted the side of her belly, a ripple jiggling throughout her stretched flesh. Stormfly perked up before waddling slowly to Astrid’s side. She reached down to Astrid’s outstretched hand, nuzzling her bondmate before dropping onto her knees.
The dragon made a soft sound as she leaned into Astird’s tummy, a throaty soft coo that rippled through her throat. Astrid sighed, petting the spines that she could barely just reach, before suddenly remembering.
“Awe, crap…” she muttered, looking over to her bag which was about 3 feet away, but might as well have been on the other side of the moon. Even so she reached for the leather satchel, feeling her weight really crushing the ground around her and putting a fresh tension in her belly. Her legs kicked helplessly as they were pulled inward. She could feel what remained of her calves and her feet waggling against her outstretched belly.
She was so big already, and she’d only get bigger. And bigger and bigger, until she’d have to be rolled all the way-
Astrid realized she’d forgotten her bag as the slightest of pain registered from her bitten-down lip. She blinked open her eyes, feeling the wetness inside mixing with a more primal enjoyment, and tried her best to focus despite her desire.
Thankfully for the blueberry, she had a dragon by her side. Stormfly waddled around the swelling woman, dipping her beak into the bag and plucking out the letter. “That’s it,” Astrid sighed, sitting back. “There you go. I need you to bring that home for me, okay?”
Stormfly chirped an affirmative before dropping the letter and sipping her head back into the bag. She came up with a mouthful of meat, snapping her head back to let it slide down her throat.
“Hey!” Astrid giggled. “Did you put that in there? We’ve the satchel- oh forget it,” she lifted her hand. “Stormfly, hey, I need you!”
The dragon brightened up before turning back to the fire and making a small rasping noise. Another fireball came out slowly, washing over the fire and brightening Astrid’s beacon.
“Be careful!! You’ve got to deliver the map!” Astrid pouted. She tried to point to where she thought the map might be.
Stormfly took this as an affectionate sign that Astrid wanted her to nuzzle her boob. An unexpected gasp shuddered from the blueberries lips when the dragon nuzzled her already erect nipple through the shirt, the pressure pushing out against the dragon’s push in to create an embarrassed allurement.
“N-not th-there, sweetie!” Astrid gasped, swallowing back a true moan. “The map! The paper!!”
Stormfly blinked at her, then at the ground. She bent down and came up with the roll pinched in her beak.
“Mhmm! Yes, good girl. Good girl,” Astrid reached a hand out and pet the dragon’s snout. “I need you to take that home for me, okay? Take that to Magnus!”
Stormfly brightened, recognizing the name, but then something else happened. The dragon dipped her head lower and made another soft coo, her eyes looking… timid?
Astrid felt her swelling tummy press out again, another sharp moment of concentrated pleasure. It’d finally reached Astrid’s most sensitive spot, the lips on her groin swelling up as they were brought down to the ground. It made Astrid’s hand cup over her chest, inside of which she could feel the throb of her heart through the enormous amount of liquid.
She tried not to show it, but was unable to keep her tongue from lulling out over her lips or her eyes from crossing before forcing herself back to focus. “D-don’t worry girl. I’ll be fine!” she exclaimed as another rush was met with a torrent of pleasure. “Just go deliver that message, okay?”
Stormfly was looking at her, and Astrid thought for a worrying moment that the dragon might not leave, but her yellow eyes blinked and she took a step back, twirled around twice, and then took several bounding steps before leaping off the cliff and making for home.
Astrid tried to watch her go, but the pressure was building and her pleasure sensors were firing off. She was growing quicker, her sensitive breasts gently tearing the gaps in the shirt ever wider, with several small ones appearing right down its center to expose her puffy blue cleavage. The shirt was clinging to her, pressing in on her nipples with a very heady pleasure.
She had a moment of clarity where she remembered her boots and the long blue leggings, just as a terrible tear had the short and fat cankles flopping out the side, her outgrown clothing falling down beneath her stomach and groin.
She was getting taller, her back pulled straight as her fat backside became fatter, and beneath Astrid’s blueberry body the log began to collapse.
She tried to count the time, to be aware of each minute, but her plump lower lips were quivering with pleasure and wanting for release, and before she knew it Astrid was making horny moans of desire and need.
She wanted her husband, wanted her juicer. Here, now, what was taking him so long? This was her fault, her own dumb idea. If she was home he could already be tending to her, providing for her, taking care of his fat fruity wife.
The log collapsed and Astrid rolled back a few degrees on her rounded backside. She could still kick her cankles, wobbled her forearms, but they were vanishing into her blueberry temples that so craved his worship.
She felt her neck disappear when her very fat face was pulled down into her body, folds of fatty blue flesh straining around her round chin. The last of her shirt ripped from the side to the center, a flutter of fabric that lived far too long dipped down to the grass.
All that remained, all that covered the fattened blueberry, were the gracious wrappings she’d tied over her breasts and her groin. They’d stretched to cover her even at her fullest, at her horniest, when she wanted to do nothing but roll back and forth over her man trapped beneath her. She could feel the repetitive surges, growing faster as she grew fatter, until the short girl was now almost seven feet tall. And the pressure began to overwhelm the girl’s senses.
A splurt of juice forced itself from her breasts, staining the wrappings with her amorous juices. She could feel a similar wetness down in her fat groin, trying to shake herself back and forth on the grass.
Where was he? She wanted him, needed him. Needed him now.
She was only barely aware of the noises she made, of the gasps and the groans that escaped from her mouth while the tremendous wet sloshes quivered her body. Her feet kicked without purpose, arms became tight little fists, and Astrid released a clamoring groan of relief as the beating of wings came to her ears.
She heard Stormfly land, heard her husband dismount, but she was having trouble seeing him from all the way up in blueberry heaven. He said something, something probably sweet, but she couldn’t bare it.
The bay was gone, the beach was gone, even the grass and the fire were gone. Astrid had fully transformed, returned to her immensity as a blubbery blueberry, and she wanted his passion almost too much to speak.
Luckily for her, Astrid didn’t have to. She felt his hands on her tummy, pressing in so gently but compounding so much, and gave a cry from the clouds as the juice pressed down into her groin. “T-t-touch me,” Astrid moaned, trying to see her husband over the curve of her breasts. “P-please.”
“Are you begging?” he asked, his hand reaching up to the wrappings and pulling her down. He wore a playful smile but Astrid could see the same passion and lust filling his expression. He was already shirtless, his large chest and strong arms gently skating over her stretched flesh, and she hoped he’d the sense to take off his pants.
“O-on top,” she stammered. “I want you on top.”
Magnus blinked before chuckling, a deep throaty sound as he reached up to her breasts. He began to kneed her nipples in such a wonderful way, making Astrid cry out as another dribble of juice leaked into her wrappings. “I wouldn’t fit,” he said tenderly, leaning in to give her cleavage a kiss. “You’re too big.”
“N-not too big,” Astrid countered. “I want… ohohooo,” she felt her whole body rumble, her belly quaking as if it were starved for her lust. “I want… on my back…”
Astrid had become so big that she was having trouble seeing her tiny husband, but she was well aware of his hands gently massaging her body, pushing her in and letting the blue wave flub out. She felt something near her arms and cried with relief as the bindings were freed from her bubbling chest, her heavy and erect breasts flopping up and down. Another sensation and her lower wrappings tore free, bringing with them another spray of juice.
“C-careful,” she managed, feeling the grass on her backside as she was rolled to face up towards the stars, the heavens above where her mind was now swimming through hundreds of gallons of blueberry juice. “I’m f-f-full.”
She heard something from the other side but couldn’t understand, her body was too big and she was too noisy. But she felt him reply, felt the tenderness of his words as he held himself to her and gave her tum a huge, strong hug, before she felt him move against her want and desire.
Her lips might be large but Astrid was still tight, the hole of her sex clinging to his member while he guided himself in. She tried to roll, trying to force all of the juices backwards and forwards. Over a thousand pounds of blonde blueberry lust, she wanted him to take her hard and so heavy.
But he was slow, almost tauntingly easy, rolling her mere inches backwards and forwards. She clung to him, hands pinched into fists, voice shaking and body leaking juice. “F-faster,” she whispered, even knowing he wouldn’t hear. She tried to be louder, but too many sensations, every inch of her stretched to carry her burden.
Half-strangled whines turned into full horny cries, knocking back and rolling forward, laying on her back. She could feel him pumping into her, his body holding her with all of his grip, rolling her up and down against him.
A similar exhaustion returned. Even beneath all of her blubber, her muscles were tight and they were straining, trying with all their might to respond to her mind. Sweat began to spill down from her scalp, from the fat that bubbled around her neck. More, more, more!
Magnus’s arms felt stronger as she felt weaker, more caring as she lost all senses but want. She wanted her husband, wanted his body, and with a sudden cry she forced every ounce of herself forwards and, slowly, she rolled.
She heard Magnus falling down, heard a shout turn into a laugh becoming a bestial grunt as his legs began to pump up into her. In the soft fire light Astrid released tremendous, quivering cries of pleasure, rocking back and forth on Magnus and feeling the pleasure of all of the world.
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They had lasted for longer than she thought. Certainly more than she was capable of, with her blueberry body restricting all of her movements. But, even so, Astrid remained at full size. Unable to shrink so soon after a juicing, only releasing the tension and unable to prompt the tide from inside.
She lay on her back, dark blue breasts still dripping with juice, her blue eyes looking high to the heavens and seeing all of the stars.
She felt her husband beneath her right arm. She wished she could reach down and pet him, almost as much as she loved that she couldn’t. She was a blueberry, hundreds of gallons of filling juice and of wonderful pressure. She was fat, she was round, she was the biggest girl that the world might ever see. And, bare with her husband beneath the twinkling stars, Astrid was truly happy with that.
Now she had to do something about feeling so sweaty.
“You good?” came a call from the man using her as a backrest.
Astrid let out a heavyweight chuckle. “I’m great,” she purred, the tops of her feet kicking up against her body. “How’re you?”
“Oh, you know. I think you broke three of my ribs, so I’m kind of outstanding.”
“Pffft,” Astrids deep-colored lips fluttered up and down. “Hey, come let my hair out of my braid.”
After a moment she felt him pull himself upward. He circled around to her face, only just a head taller even with her laying on her back. His handsome brown eyes were crinkled at the edges as he gave her an upside-down grin. “You’re fat,” he said.
“I know,” she smiled. Her body lightly waggled as she strained to shake herself, round breasts lightly clapping in the center. “It takes a lot to satisfy a girl like me.”
Magnus reached up and pet her cheek. “There are no girls like you,” he said.
Astrid’s cheeks were colored a deep purple as her husband leaned down and gave her a wet kiss.
When he pulled back his brown hair and strong eyes were held over her flipped face, the young lovers smiling up into the others before he pulled back and started undoing her hair.
“So, did you enjoy your day out?” he asked conversationally.
Astrid sighed. His hands felt so good on her scalp. “I did. I really did,” she stretched what little she could of her neck. “It’d been too long.” Then, only just suddenly remembering, a flame of violet colored her cheeks. “W-where’s Stormfly?” she asked.
Magnus ran his hands through her long blonde hair, fluffing it out of the sweat-marked braid. “She’s somewhere. Flying around, I think. Enjoying the freedom.”
Astrid felt a bubble burst in her belly. “Yeah…”
A silent moment passed before Magnus folded onto his knees. “You okay?” he asked.
Astrid took a great big breath before letting it fly out into the winds. “I miss flying,” she admitted, rolling her head up to try and see him.
He smirked, lowering his forehead to touch against hers.
“Like, more than I thought I would…” she continued. “And just… walking around, you know? I was chopping the wood and I just felt… weak,” she frowned, tucking her chin into her body.
Magnus lifted himself up. “Why are you pouting?” he asked in a cheerful voice.
“I don’t know…” Astrid continued to pout, her cheeks glowing an extra shade brighter.
Her husband laughed, petting her cheek and her hair. “Would you like me to juice you more often?” he asked candidly.
Astrid fretted. “W-well… Maybe… I think it… might be nice.”
“You sound so nervous.”
“W-well, it’s not that I don’t… like this,” she tried to gesture at her body, only to realize how fruitless it was a moment afterward. Her mouth pinched into a frustrated frown. “I mean, I love being a blueberry. I love being huge, I love how you have to roll me arou- Aie!!” she shouted as he reached up towards her breasts, pushing her upward. His fingers danced over her fatty blue hills. “S-stop that!” she began giggling brightly, her breasts bouncing up and down with her tummy.
“Stop worrying so much,” Magnus chuckled. “Of course, I’ll take care of you. I always do. If you want me to juice you every day, I would… well, I’d try,” he gave a deep belly laugh, “but you might actually break my ribs then.”
Astrid swallowed, blushing by grinning. “Maybe just… once a week? Let this girl get out and stretch her legs. Remind herself that she’s not a total fatass.”
Magnus snorted, petting Astrid’s cheek before leaning down. “Of course. At least, but you could tempt me with more,” he winked down to her, and the lovers sealed their pact with a kiss.
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When he finally managed to squeezed Astrid in through their wide double doors, Magnus allowed himself a moment to breath. He loved his wife more than anything, loved the shape of her body as well as the weight.
But sometimes, the few thousand pounds began to feel somewhat heavy. Even just rolling her side over side, listening to the slight mixing of liquids that churned from her tummy.
“Are you still awake?” he asked, standing back up.
“A bit…” Astrid said softly, before letting a yawn out from her plump berry lips.
He’d managed to get most of her body inside of the custom-tailored top he’d sewn himself from two green and blue blankets. Over her lower body was a white cloth bottom, which he’d packed having figured she’d be too big for him to use simple wrappings.
“It always amazes me how easy you fall asleep,” he said, coming to her side and rolling her once more.
He could only just hear her tired reply. “You get used to it…”
He rolled Astrid to the bedroom, onto the rug just beneath the still-broken bed. He made sure to position her on her back, her fluffy breasts being held firm by the top and keeping them out of her slightly dozing face.
Astrid let out another yawn, her head rocking back and letting her blonde hair nearly reach to the floor. “I’ve been a blueberry for so long, it’d be weird to sleep when I’m not full of juice. And it’s just so comfy… I feel like I’m swimming in a nice, warm pool.”
He watched her blue toes wiggle and felt himself smile. Then he went to the bed, taking the blankets and pillows from the top and bringing them near her top, just beneath her hair.
By the time he laid down, his blueberry was already asleep, lightly breathing while her huge body bobbed.
He watched her for a time, her hair lifting and falling as she took each breath. He wondered what she dreamt about. If it was flying, or maybe something as simple as walking, or using her axe. Then Magnus curled up against her, kissing her fleshy back, and found himself lulled to sleep by the comforting sensation of bubbling water and the delicious scent of his blonde blueberry.
