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2017-12-22

This is fetish smut. It contains both male and female blueberry inflation and sex involving three people. If you are not interested in these things, I advise you click away.


 

Brandi had been a still-life model since her second year of college. She had struggled with self-image issues most of her life, having been labeled the 'fat girl' since elementary school, but working with the art majors by posing nude for them really boosted her self-esteem. Truthfully, she loved her body just the way it was, all 250 pounds of it. She hadn't been in many committed relationships, preferring flings and one-night stands over dating, but there were two particular art majors who captured her fancy.

  The first was a junior named Nate. He was the strong, silent type. Gently smoldering green eyes half-obscured by medium-length dark brown hair, a bit of a larger nose dotted with endearing freckles, and a body like a Greek statue. (Although Brandi hoped his lower half wasn't exactly like those statues.) He usually sat in the far left corner of the studio, one headphone in his ear, focused on the canvas and Brandi and not much else. When they would meet each other's eyes, he would avert his shyly, and Brandi would feel her heart race a little.

  The other person was Jennie, who was a very outspoken, confident, and fiery young thing all the way from Houston, Texas. She was a little on the petite side and slightly chubby, maybe 170-180, but she wore lots of black clothing that slimmed her figure significantly. Brandi suspected that, on some occasions, she would also wear a corset, as it fit with her overall goth wardrobe. Her long, black hair reached halfway down her back when let down. Most of the time, Jennie styled it into a winding braid. During sessions, she would participate in discussions with the person next to her, with the teacher, or just think out loud to herself. She was in the habit of using little terms of endearment when talking to people. On several occasions, Brandi heard Jennie compliment her. It was little stuff, such as, "Wow, she's got such delicate features." or, "Cute hairstyle today!" and every time Brandi heard it, a little tingle coursed down her spine. She wondered privately what kind of compliments the gorgeous goth would give in bed, and the tingle traveled a little further south.

  One day, after the session, Jennie approached her as she was walking out the door of the art building. 

"Hey, Brandi! Have you got some free time?" she asked. Brandi smiled wide and replied, "Yeah, I don't have any more classes today. What's up?" Jennie's eyes flashed with glee. "I was wondering if maybe you wanted to grab a coffee or something with me. I realized today that that I know just about everybody in the class, but I haven't really gotten a chance to talk with you. What do you say?" Her perfectly shaped black eyebrow arched upwards persuasively.

  Brandi felt her heart skip a beat as she nodded emphatically. "I'd love to!" The other woman smiled, the glitter in her black lipstick catching the light and shimmering. "Great! Shall we take my car or yours?" She asked. Brandi found herself blushing a little as she admitted, "My car is in the shop right now, so we'll take yours." Jennie gave a small laugh and placed her perfectly manicured hand on Brandi's shoulder. "That's quite alright, my dear." She gestured toward a little black VW beetle in the parking lot. "Our chariot awaits!" 

  The two women really hit it off during their time at the coffee shop. Brandi and Jennie discussed a wide variety of topics once the ice was broken. Everything from their favorite animals and foods to politics. Finally, the subject of dating came up. Jennie mentioned she'd had many exes from all different walks of life. "I guess I've bedded just about every type of person there is." She said jokingly. Brandi chuckled, and commented meekly, "I haven't had that privilege." Jennie raised an eyebrow. "Why is that, hon?" It was asked in earnest, Brandi could tell, and so she answered in earnest. "Not everyone likes to sleep with fat girls. Least of all, fat girls who are comfortable with, even like, being fat. Usually, my choices in lovers are, excuse the pun, slim pickin's." 

Jennie burst into laughter. A few people looked in their direction, and Brandi stared down at the floor, ready to be let down by whatever Jennie said next.

"You're kiddin' me, right? You are an absolute catch. Why anyone would be dumb enough to turn you down on account of the way your body looks is beyond me." Jennie's eyes sparkled as she looked directly into Brandi's eyes. Brandi felt her heart beat faster and faster, a blush creeping across her face. "Honey, you just haven't found the right social circles. Just stick with me, and I can hook you up with someone who will appreciate you for the gorgeous girl you are." 

They left the coffee shop together, and on the ride back to campus, they started the conversation back up. 

"So, you mentioned earlier that you kinda like your body the way it is..." Jennie said, and Brandi could hear in her tone something solicitous. The goth continued in her southern drawl, "And I mentioned that I could hook you up. Now, I don't want to overstep any boundaries, but I feel like we could be considered friends, and friends tend to invite other friends to things...." Brandi realized that Jennie was, despite her confident nature, nervous. She was stalling for time, afraid to get to the point. Brandi interrupted her, saying, "I think I'd consider us good friends, despite our little number of interactions. You don't have to worry about overstepping my boundaries. I hardly have any boundaries to speak of." It was true. When Brandi was comfortable enough around someone, she felt she could let loose, let her true colors show. Jennie had charmed her enough, and Brandi felt as though she could be her complete self around the other woman. Brandi's words had thrown off Jennie's train of thought, and she took a moment to regain her composure. Brandi couldn't help but think that she was downright adorable when she was nervous like that. 

"You know Nathan, from the art class? Most everyone just calls him 'Nate'?" Jennie asked. Brandi tried to conceal her surprise, to play it cool, by staring out the passenger side window. The sun was just dipping below the horizon. Had they really spent so long in the coffee shop? "Yeah, I suppose I do." Brandi replied. Jennie was taking the long way around, probably to buy more time. "Well, it just so happens that he and I are supposed to meet up tonight for a little tryst. We've got kind of an open thing going on, and I've brought others with before-" Again, Brandi interrupted, swiveling to face Jennie. She could not believe this was really happening. "You want me to join in with you and Nate? It's not a big group thing, is it?" Jennie blushed slightly. "It'd just be us three." She added quickly before Brandi could reply, "If you aren't interested, I completely understand." Brandi felt that familiar tingle course all the way throughout her body. "I think I'd actually like that." She said, then added, "If I'm going to be completely honest, I've had kind of a thing for you and Nate for a while now." 

Brandi could tell by her posture that Jennie was absolutely ecstatic. "Would you mind getting my phone out of my purse? It's in the side pocket, password is 1692." Jennie began navigating through the suburbs just outside the campus. Brandi pulled the phone out and entered the password, grinning as she saw Jennie's pentagram wallpaper. Pretty cliche, but kinda cute. She thought. "Call Nathan for me, then hand me the phone. As much as I like to surprise him, this is something he'd want to know in advance." Jennie said, then gave a little wink. Brandi did as she was told. 

Nate picked up on the second ring, and Jennie said aloud, "Nathan, I'm bringing home a friend." Nate said something in reply, but Brandi was too far away to hear it properly. "You know Brandi, the model from class?" A brief pause as something else was said. Jennie gave a low chuckle. "Yeah...Exactly the same, just with Brandi thrown into the mix...I figured you'd say that...Okay, well, we're about five minutes away..." She ended the call by saying, "See you soon~" in a singsong voice. 

"Tell me, Brandi, about how kinky do you like to get?" Jennie asked as she handed the phone back. Brandi thought a moment while she placed the phone into the purse. "I get pretty kinky. Sometimes I like to be tied up, degraded, smacked, bitten. The usual stuff, but I'm always up for trying out new things." She replied. Jennie smirked, saying, "Well, honey, Nathan and I were planning on doing some things that you've probably never heard of. All of it is within reason, of course, but I must admit, it is a little 'out there', as they say." She had piqued Brandi's curiosity, but before she could ask another question, Jennie stopped the car.

"We're here! Home sweet home." 

Jennie's house was what Brandi liked to call 'suburban quaint'. It was a little on the small side, but the interior was decorated with large wall tapestries and posters, bookshelves, and plush furniture, that it felt cozy. Nate was sitting on a plush, red couch in the living room. He was shirtless, and reclining in such a way that Brandi's eyes were naturally drawn to his bulge. (He was certainly not a Greek statue in that particular department.) He smiled at her and greeted Jennie, standing up and walking toward the two. "Did Jennie tell you what kind of stuff we had planned tonight?" He asked Brandi. Brandi shot a quick glance to the goth, and then locked eyes with Nate. "No, just that it's supposed to be super kinky." He laughed, low and sweet. Jennie cleared her throat. "Shall we make our way into the basement, then?" Nate nodded, and the three descended the narrow stairs to the basement of the house.

The basement was huge. It was so much bigger than the house just above it. Brandi wondered if it was the architects intention to make it nearly twice the size of the whole house or if it was a mistake. The walls were plain stone bricks painted white, the floor standard hardwood. In the center of the large room was a king size bed with red satin sheets and a sturdy frame of what Brandi assumed was mahogany. Strange little patterns were carved into the headboard. A cafe-style table and two chairs sat against the opposite wall. Other than that, the room was completely devoid of furniture. On the wall to their right sat a plain door. Brandi inquired, "What's in there?" Jennie walked toward it, reaching for the knob. "It's called my sanctum. It's where the real magic happens." Opening the door, Jennie entered the sanctum, calling back, "You two make yourselves comfy, I'll be right back." 

Nate and Brandi were left alone. Brandi asked, "What did she mean when she said that's where the real magic happens?" Nate regarded her with surprise. "You mean you don't know? She didn't tell you?" He asked, his gorgeous green eyes widening slightly. Brandi shook her head. "Jennie's a witch. Like, the kind that cast spells and stuff?" A look of suspicion crossed Brandi's face. Nate added, "I know, I didn't believe it either, but...well, you'll see as soon as she gets back." They were silent for a few moments, and Brandi feared maybe she'd made things a little too awkward, but Nate didn't seem to convey awkwardness in his posture. She sighed quietly, and tried to focus on loosening up.

"You know, Brandi, I always liked it when you came in to model. You've got a great body." Nate said, inching closer to her. She did likewise, saying, "I like to watch you draw me. Your eyes look amazing when they're focused. They glimmer when they catch the light." They locked eyes again, and this time, he didn't look away. He pulled her into his body and they began to kiss. His lips were just as soft as she had always dreamed they were. The warm, welcoming touch of his hands gliding up and down her shoulders made her shiver. They made out for what felt like five minutes before Jennie re-entered. 

"I see you've started without me." She teased. The two stopped kissing and turned to face her. She was wearing nothing but lacy, black lingerie, her hair loose and flowing down her back and across her large breasts. In her hand, she held something, but it was mostly obscured. "Brandi, honey, I'd like for you to strip a little. Teasing is optional." Said the witch with a grin. Brandi slowly undressed, feeling the eyes of the other two on her soft, pale body. She stripped down to her bra and panties. "Mmm, yeah, that's much better." Jennie said, approaching Brandi and pulling her in for a long kiss. Jennie's tasted of something sweet that Brandi couldn't quite identify. When the other woman pulled away, she said, "I'm gonna be dom tonight, so that means both of you do what I say." She kissed Nate hard, giving little moans as she did so. Jennie guided Nate toward the center of the room, where she promptly threw him onto the bed.

"Brandi, cuff him." She demanded as she pulled a small pair of handcuffs out from beneath the bed. She tossed them to Brandi, who caught them eagerly. She liked the use of cuffs, it was one of her favorite types of bondage. Nate threw his hands toward the posts and Brandi secured the cuffs perfectly. Jennie pinched Brandi's ass and said playfully, "You're a natural, hon. Now, take off his pants for him." Brandi did as she was told, unbuttoning then unzipping Nate's Levi's and slowly sliding them off. Nate grunted in pleasure in response. Nate was now only wearing a tight pair of boxers.

Jennie hopped onto the bed and straddled the cuffed man. She opened her hand and revealed two sticks of gum. "Open wide." She said as Nate opened his mouth to receive the gum. She turned to Brandi, who stared at the strange gum. "You too, hot stuff." Said the witch. Brandi took the gum and placed it in her mouth, chewing. It exploded with sweet flavor in her mouth, the same kind that was on Jennie's lips. "Taste good?" Jennie asked, to which Brandi could only nod. She was too bust chewing, tasting the rich berry flavored gum. "What is this?" Brandi asked. Jennie stood up. "It's blueberry gum. My special recipe. Now, I want you to take a good look at Nathan." Brandi's eyes glided over to Nate, and widened as they noticed something peculiar. A little blue dot had formed on his nose. It looked as though it was getting bigger with each passing second. "What's happening to him? What is that blue?" Brandi asked. She realized that it was, indeed, spreading across Nate's entire body. His entire nose and parts of his cheeks were now covered in that rich blue hue. "No more questions, my pet. Now's where we really get started. Straddle him." 

Brandi climbed on top of Nate's body, now 75% blue. He was still chewing the gum, and from the look on his face, he was enjoying every second of it. "Well don't just sit there on top of him, do something!" Snapped the witch. Brandi moved to slip off her panties, and Nate's underwear, when she noticed that her hand was the same shade of blue as Nate. She hopped off of the bed and examined herself, finding that she, too, was turning blue. "What the hell?" She exclaimed. Jennie smacked her ass and cackled. "That's a real pretty shade you've got going there. To answer your question, dear, it's the gum. It's blueberry gum, so it turns you blue." All of a sudden, there came a noise. It sounded like a bucket full of water was being sloshed around. Nate began moaning from his spot on the bed. Brandi looked at him, and found that his midsection looked a bit bloated, as though he'd just eaten a four-course meal. Jennie slipped off his underwear, and he was left completely naked and blue. Again, the sloshing sound happened, and Brandi watched as Nate's stomach swelled larger. Jennie laughed low and gentle. She turned to Brandi. 

"Doesn't he look absolutely adorable when he's all helpless like that?" She stroked Nate's hair and teased him. "Poor Nathan is getting filled up, and there's nothing he can do about it." He moaned as his gut swelled to the size of a basketball. Brandi watched, not in horror, but in excitement as his belly got bigger and bigger. She walked toward the foot of the bed, and stared at Nate's blue cock. It was starting to get hard, and when Brandi stroked it, Nate shifted and gasped, his big belly jiggling a little as he did so. "Why don't you ride him, Brandi? while you still can." Jennie said. Brandi looked at her, wanting to ask why she'd said that, but decided that riding Nate's swollen blue dick was better. She quickly slid off her panties, noticing her body was completely blue now.

She straddled him, inserting his erect cock inside her. It was hot and felt even better than she had ever dreamed it would. She started to ride him, watching his ever-growing belly wobble and slosh. He moaned loudly, but kept chewing his gum. As she rode him, Brandi noticed that it was suddenly getting harder to straddle him. His hips and ass had begun to widen and Brandi was having trouble wrapping her legs around him. The sloshing grew even louder, and a strange feeling started up in her stomach. It was as though she had swallowed a warm ball of lead, and it bobbed inside her tummy. Was Nate's dick growing too? It must've been, but Brandi suspected that wasn't everything that was happening. She felt...heavier, somehow. She looked down and gasped. Her belly was at least twice as big as it had been.

"What's happening to me?" She asked as she got off the bed, no longer able to straddle and ride Nate. She saw that Nate's dick was three times its normal size and a thin trail of dark blue liquid was flowing from its tip. "You're both filling up with blueberry juice. Pretty soon, you'll be nothing but big, fat blueberries. Helpless playthings." Came Jennie's reply. The witch groped Brandi's belly, sending a wave of pleasure throughout her body. Brandi's ass began to swell as well, widening her hips, making it harder and harder to stand. 

Nate was the size of a parade float, his cock leaking juice in a steady trickle. Brandi was not far behind, and as her ass swelled up with juice, it surged backward, sending Brandi tumbling onto her back. She couldn't get herself to stand back up again. Jennie, who had been teasing Nate, walked over to her and began to play with Brandi's nipples. The blueberry moaned euphorically as juice started to leak from them. Jennie leaned over her and kissed her plump lips, then moved back to the nipples and began sucking them. Brandi felt her pussy moisten and pulse. Jennie was only just getting started, though. She traveled back to Nate, where she promptly uncuffed him and rolled him off the bed. Even though he had stopped rolling, his mountainous blue flesh still wobbled, eliciting a grunt of pleasure. His cheeks had become so fat that he could no long speak coherently. He lay on his back, juice sloshing around inside him, making him feel like an enormous water balloon. 

When the two blueberries were doubled in size, Jennie went to work. She took out a large vibrator and inserted it into Brandi's swollen pussy. It began leaking juice as the toy buzzed inside the gargantuan berry. Jennie nibbled and licked Brandi's engorged clit. The blueberry girl moaned and thrashed in pleasure, each minute sending her closer and closer to orgasm. Jennie tsked, removing the vibrator. "Don't climax just yet, hon. Let's get to the main event." The witch approached the other, slightly larger blueberry, stroking his two foot penis, sending a stream of juice out of the tip. She rolled the berry closer to Brandi, and maneuvered his engorged cock into Brandi's swollen pussy. The blueberry's dick surged and pulsed as it kept growing inside her. It was like he was thrusting it inside her, and she loved it. She felt herself being filled up with the juice leaking from his huge cock, and she began to swell up twice as fast. As the two got closer to climaxing, they felt their skin being stretched taut. Jennie was pleasuring herself with the vibrator on the bed, watching as her playthings fucked for her enjoyment. The two blueberries moaned and whimpered as the frequency of the pulses became faster and faster. Finally, Brandi and Nate reached a simultaneous orgasm. The last thing they heard before everything went black was the sound of Jennie cumming and moaning like a porn star. 

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When Brandi and Nate came too, they were back to normal size and color. Brandi was laying on the couch in the living room, and Nate was on top of a sleeping bag rolled out on the floor next to her. The smell of breakfast wafted through the house, drawing them into the kitchen, where Jennie was making scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. "Morning, y'all. Sleep well?" She greeted them cheerfully. Nate smiled and settled into a chair at the kitchen table. Brandi followed after, opting to sit next to him. "It feels like I did, though to be honest, I don't remember going to sleep at all." Brandi replied as a plate was placed in front of her. Jennie sat down across from them. "Well, that's a little side effect of the gum, sorry. You didn't miss much, I promise. I just juiced you, made sure you were 100% back to normal, and sent you off to sleep." They all began eating. "So, did you enjoy yourself last night?" Nate asked. Brandi thought back for a few moments, idly chewing on a piece of bacon, then replied, "Yes, I think I had a great time." Jennie smiled wide. "You want to make this a regular thing?" Brandi said, "I'd like that." And with that, all was settled.

End