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Tracy walked along the sidewalk, distracted by recent events. Her body had somehow returned to its normal size after having been filled with air from a defective scuba tank. What's more is there wasn't a single mark to indicate that she was ever inflated in the first place. Her chocolate brown skin was as flawless as ever. She was finding her fantasies were turning more and more into a carbon copy of her experience with expansion. "Why does it turn me on?" she thought to herself, biting her finger. Tracy recalled the taught feel of her skin as her big round body floated on the pool surface. Her veritable helplessness while inflated made the scenario even more tantalizing. She was stirred back to the present when somebody bumped into her, knocking her down.
"Ow!!!" she shouted as she sat up. "Could a girl get a little help here?" she said aloud, rubbing her head irritated. "Hello." said a strange voice. "Need a hand?" she said offering a hand to help Tracy up. "Thanks," Tracy said accepting the generous offer, "I'm Tracy, nice to meet you ---?". "Breana, but my friends all call me Bre." she said with a smile. The two went along talking for a bit as they walked along. The conversation went from their vastly different careers, to relationships, to sports.
"So you've never even tried to play tennis?" Bre asked Tracy skeptically. "'Fraid not." she replied. "Would you like to?" the smooth-talking brunette pressed. "Well, my schedule is open due to some recent events..." Tracy said trailing off. "What happened?" Bre asked curiously. "Do you really wanna know?" the black beauty inquired. "My schedule is wide open. So tell me, what happened?" she continued to press. Tracy dove into her story about how she tried to scuba dive with malfunctionate tank.
"The especially strange thing is that I actually enjoyed it. Being blown up I mean." Tracy said blushing slightly "And that worries me.". "Why does that worry you?" Bre asked. "Because, I thought I knew myself. I-I thought I knew who I was." she said choking up a bit. "Don't cry!" Bre said hugging her new friend, "I know what you've been through, not knowing who you are.". "R-really?" the nearly sobbing woman asked meakly. "Of course, you might say the devil's in the details." Bre said. "What do you mean?" Tracy inquired. Bre sighed. Snapping her fingers brought on sudden changes to her form. She had horns coming out of her head, bat-like wings on her back, and a tail unfurled from the small of her back. "Wow, so you're, like what, a succubus?" Tracy asked excitedly. "I prefer the term "demoness", but essentially, yes. And believe me, in my line of work, I've been inflated more times than I can count." she said gaining her composure. "Now how would you like to cool down with a game of tennis?" Bre asked. "Sure." Tracy replied, and with a puff of smoke they were gone.
A few miles across the city, a ball of smoke erupted out of nowhere and cleared to reveal Bremon and Tracy. Tracy garbed in tennis shoes, a light blue dress with a matching vizor, and pink short-shorts. Bre was dressed in a white dress, a same color vizor, red high-heels, and a confident expression. They took opposite sides of the court and vollied for serve. The hot sun beat down on the two, sweat dripping from their svelte forms. Both Tracy and Bremon were becoming exhausted as they vollied. Tracy called a time out, and the two lovely ladies retreated to grab a drink. The new sports drink was cool and refreshing as advertised. They returned to their game unaware of the fact that there was a growing blue dot on each of their faces.
Tracy noticed Breanas growing discoloration first. "Oh my god!" she suddenly blurted out, "Your face is blue!". "What?" Bremon said confused, "What are you ta-AAH!?". She noticed Tracy was rapidly turning blue. "You're blue all over!" she yelled out pointing suddenly noticing her new hue. They both doubled over as they felt a sort of filling pressure. They stared at each other horridly as their bellies suddenly began to blow up like balloons. "Bre, what's happening to us?" Tracy asked frantically as her breasts and ass began to swell at an alarming rate. "I don't know!" Bre called out almost to the point where her arms and legs had become cones. She watched as her swelling breasts obstructed her view of Tracy, and had an epiphany as to what was happening. "Tracy?" she asked through her now expanding cheeks, "Have you ever seen Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory?". "Oh no, please don't let her think THAT thought." Tracy thought to herself as her crotch pushed against the ground, lifting her feet from it. "Because I think we're blowing up into blueberries. What flavor was that TF-aid drink we got?" Bremon inquired. "Umm, Blueberry Blast...Oh my god we're blowing up with blueberry juice aren't we?" Tracy said. Almost as if on que, the duo began to leak a familiar scented liquid from their overly engorged nipples and Nether regions. They both cooed at the feeling of some relief of pressure. Tracy flapped her hands up and down. Her dress had nearly torn in two from the strain of the growing masses inside it. Both had managed to waddle into a position so their back were to each other. Bremon lost her balance and toppled forward. Almost the same instant her dress exploded to bits, causing her tits to leak more juice as her body had become less consricted.
The moon in the sky was soon replaced by the sun. Its light shined onto the two berry girls as they frantically attempted to regain their former sizes. "Dob'n be difmayed Twacy." Bremon tried to speak through swollen lips and baseball sized cheeks, "Thif if'n how Twennif uphuawy gowf.".
Epilogue: Eventually, both Tracy and Breana were found and juiced. Pending a lot of lawsuits, Nfl8 Industries has temporarily stopped production of it's sports drink in all flavors.
THE END
Here's Tracys part of my Blueberry OC Bonanza.
"Ow!!!" she shouted as she sat up. "Could a girl get a little help here?" she said aloud, rubbing her head irritated. "Hello." said a strange voice. "Need a hand?" she said offering a hand to help Tracy up. "Thanks," Tracy said accepting the generous offer, "I'm Tracy, nice to meet you ---?". "Breana, but my friends all call me Bre." she said with a smile. The two went along talking for a bit as they walked along. The conversation went from their vastly different careers, to relationships, to sports.
"So you've never even tried to play tennis?" Bre asked Tracy skeptically. "'Fraid not." she replied. "Would you like to?" the smooth-talking brunette pressed. "Well, my schedule is open due to some recent events..." Tracy said trailing off. "What happened?" Bre asked curiously. "Do you really wanna know?" the black beauty inquired. "My schedule is wide open. So tell me, what happened?" she continued to press. Tracy dove into her story about how she tried to scuba dive with malfunctionate tank.
"The especially strange thing is that I actually enjoyed it. Being blown up I mean." Tracy said blushing slightly "And that worries me.". "Why does that worry you?" Bre asked. "Because, I thought I knew myself. I-I thought I knew who I was." she said choking up a bit. "Don't cry!" Bre said hugging her new friend, "I know what you've been through, not knowing who you are.". "R-really?" the nearly sobbing woman asked meakly. "Of course, you might say the devil's in the details." Bre said. "What do you mean?" Tracy inquired. Bre sighed. Snapping her fingers brought on sudden changes to her form. She had horns coming out of her head, bat-like wings on her back, and a tail unfurled from the small of her back. "Wow, so you're, like what, a succubus?" Tracy asked excitedly. "I prefer the term "demoness", but essentially, yes. And believe me, in my line of work, I've been inflated more times than I can count." she said gaining her composure. "Now how would you like to cool down with a game of tennis?" Bre asked. "Sure." Tracy replied, and with a puff of smoke they were gone.
A few miles across the city, a ball of smoke erupted out of nowhere and cleared to reveal Bremon and Tracy. Tracy garbed in tennis shoes, a light blue dress with a matching vizor, and pink short-shorts. Bre was dressed in a white dress, a same color vizor, red high-heels, and a confident expression. They took opposite sides of the court and vollied for serve. The hot sun beat down on the two, sweat dripping from their svelte forms. Both Tracy and Bremon were becoming exhausted as they vollied. Tracy called a time out, and the two lovely ladies retreated to grab a drink. The new sports drink was cool and refreshing as advertised. They returned to their game unaware of the fact that there was a growing blue dot on each of their faces.
Tracy noticed Breanas growing discoloration first. "Oh my god!" she suddenly blurted out, "Your face is blue!". "What?" Bremon said confused, "What are you ta-AAH!?". She noticed Tracy was rapidly turning blue. "You're blue all over!" she yelled out pointing suddenly noticing her new hue. They both doubled over as they felt a sort of filling pressure. They stared at each other horridly as their bellies suddenly began to blow up like balloons. "Bre, what's happening to us?" Tracy asked frantically as her breasts and ass began to swell at an alarming rate. "I don't know!" Bre called out almost to the point where her arms and legs had become cones. She watched as her swelling breasts obstructed her view of Tracy, and had an epiphany as to what was happening. "Tracy?" she asked through her now expanding cheeks, "Have you ever seen Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory?". "Oh no, please don't let her think THAT thought." Tracy thought to herself as her crotch pushed against the ground, lifting her feet from it. "Because I think we're blowing up into blueberries. What flavor was that TF-aid drink we got?" Bremon inquired. "Umm, Blueberry Blast...Oh my god we're blowing up with blueberry juice aren't we?" Tracy said. Almost as if on que, the duo began to leak a familiar scented liquid from their overly engorged nipples and Nether regions. They both cooed at the feeling of some relief of pressure. Tracy flapped her hands up and down. Her dress had nearly torn in two from the strain of the growing masses inside it. Both had managed to waddle into a position so their back were to each other. Bremon lost her balance and toppled forward. Almost the same instant her dress exploded to bits, causing her tits to leak more juice as her body had become less consricted.
The moon in the sky was soon replaced by the sun. Its light shined onto the two berry girls as they frantically attempted to regain their former sizes. "Dob'n be difmayed Twacy." Bremon tried to speak through swollen lips and baseball sized cheeks, "Thif if'n how Twennif uphuawy gowf.".
Epilogue: Eventually, both Tracy and Breana were found and juiced. Pending a lot of lawsuits, Nfl8 Industries has temporarily stopped production of it's sports drink in all flavors.
THE END
Here's Tracys part of my Blueberry OC Bonanza.
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