Frank entered the same little shop he entered during every shift. The same smiling face greeted him from behind the counter. He ordered what he always ordered - two identical pink boxes with identical sweet contents. The smiling racoon accepted the same amount of currancy he always did. To say that this exchange happened often  would be an understatement. 

Frank, a prematurely graying wolf, did something that he had never done during all of his previous pastry - grabbing errands. He had a thought about the decadent mouthfulls residing in the plain pink boxes. 

He was a member of the local police department, though he was relatively new. He had been working in this out-of-the-way town for nearly a year now, but was still considered little more than a glorified nightguard back at the station. He was one of four stranded in the midnight shift, and during his first night had drawn the short straw. He was tasked to buy the donuts, and was given directions to a small shop that was conveniently open late.

"Hey Jack, do you make the jelly yourself?"

His question was met with mild surprise. They rarely spoke to each other aside from simple small talk. 

"In a manner of speaking, yes. While I only dabble with the other flavors, I do make the blueberry myself."

Frank and the others preferred the jelly donuts, and always ordered them exclusively. In fact, Frank liked them so much that he usually bought a few just for himself - that's what the second dozen were for. He knew it wasn't exactly healthy, especially since he weighed in at about two hundred and eighty pounds, but he couldn't help it. 

"Actually, I need the juice first. Then I make the jelly from that. In fact...."

Jack took a quick look at a notebook next to the register.

"I'm just about out of blueberry juice."

The racoon busied himself, opening cupboards and rustling through shelves.

"I suppose you buy the juice locally, do you?"

Jack pulled something from one of the cupboards behind the counter.

"Occasionally, yes. But the local stuff isn't nearly enough to last."

He set a light blue box, much smaller than the normal ones, on the counter. He opened it and took out a single pastry, lightly iced and obviously filled with jelly. He offered it to the pudgy wolf.

"This is one of my last."

Frank glanced at the second pink box - his box - and considered his waistline. 

"No thanks, Jack. I've got plenty on my hands already."

Jack smiled.

"Oh, come on. It's a different recipe, much better than the normal ones. On the house."

No matter how hard he thought about how tight his belt was getting, Frank simply couldn't deny a jelly donut. He smiled.

"All right. You got me."

He reached for the plump pastry and noticed how heavy it was compared to the others he'd had before. He bit into it. The rich, thick jelly was incredibly fragrant. 

"Mhmmm."

The substance dissolved on his tongue and the warm juice flowed over his teeth. He swallowed and his senses were immediately overcome. It was the greatest jelly donut he had ever tasted. He put the rest of it in his mouth. The icing was hardly noticeable, its flavor drowned in blueberry. He swallowed after hardly chewing at all. 

"God, Jack. Why don't you make the rest of 'em like this?"

The racoon smiled.

"Well, that one was rather special. I don't usually get ingredients of sufficient quality to make them, so I leave them in this box. Luckily they're self-preserving." 

"Huh."

Frank looked at the little box.

"Er... you wouldn't happen to have any more, would you?"

Jack thought for a bit. He had never tried using more than one at a time. It had been a long time, though, and he was just about out of juice. He shrugged his shoulders, and opened the little blue container. 

"Here you go. My last one."

The wolf took the donut - filled to bursting - and popped it in his maw. The flavor had had just enough time to touch his tongue before he swallowed. Though the pastry was already gone, the undeniable taste of blueberry didn't leave his mouth. 

"Oh..."

Frank half-closed his eyes and put a hand on his belly.

"Oh, wow...."

Frank's eyes suddenly opened. There was an odd feeling in his stomach. Jack walked around the counter. 

"Huh. This is usually the point when I'd ask you to sit down for a while, but it looks like it's already started."

The wolf looked down at his gut. It was like a light sort of pressure, but it was starting to build up.


"Jack?"

The racoon closed the slats in the windows. Frank's stomach gave a low rumble. The pressure was getting intense.

"What the heck did you feed me?"

Jack walked a circle around the wolf.

"Oh!"

Frank put his other hand on his belly. It felt like it was swelling....

"
I'd think the answer would be obvious. I fed you jelly donuts." 

His gut actually was swelling - in fact, it seemed to be doing so at a quickening pace. The hem of his blue work shirt came untucked. 

"What the hell is this?!"

A bit of fear touched his voice. 

"It's juice. I would have asked, but people usually wouldn't agree to do such a thing."

The buttons down the wolf's shirt were straining, and bits of his white undershirt were showing through the gaps. He looked up at the racoon. 

"Agree? Agree to do what?!"



The bottom of his undershirt rode up his stomach and his belt was getting unbearably tight.

 Jack bent down. With the two or three inches of belly now visible, he could see that the wolf's navel was changing color. The fur was only just darkening, but the skin beneath it was a shocking shade of blue. 

"Well I can't make enough jelly from buying ingredients locally, and this is the only way to get vast quantaties of juice in a short amount of time."

Frank groaned. The bottom botton on his shirt popped off, and the next quickly followed. Jack quickly took off the wolf's belt as the rest of his bottons went flying across his shop. He helped peel away the blue uniform and tossed it aside. Frank looked back down at his expanding gut. He was quiet for a bit.

"...What's goanna happen to me?"

His love handles were filling out and rounding with the rest of his stomach. He felt his pants get tighter. 

"Oh, don't worry. You should be fine."

He motioned to the button on Frank's pants. The wolf stared at him, then shook his head.

"I don't think so."

"You really should. They won't fit for much longer."

It was true. His stomach kept growing, putting more and more pressure on his pants. His thighs and backside were starting to fill in as well. The button strained more than usual, and the zipper was pushed down a few clicks. He bit his lip and reached down, struggling with the button. It finally gave, and with a little help from Jack, he managed to slip out of the tight trousers. He kicked his shoes to the side of the room, and the racoon helped remove his socks. 

"Wait, what do you mean 'you should be?'"

His belly bubbled over the edge of his boxers. His chest started to swell. 

Jack shrugged.

"I've never used two before."

Frank moaned. His legs were starting to shake under the weight, and he tried to sit. Jack caught his arms and helped him to the floor. His legs were spread, his stomach rested on the floor between them. His white undershirt was forced up and over it, only covering his chest. His sloshy belly was almost entirely blue, the fur over his navel more defined and growing darker as it spread out. 

Frank gulped. The taste still hadn't left his maw, and he was starting to salivate. He started panting lightly, and Jack noticed that the wolf's tongue had darkened considerably. His teeth even had a blue tinge to them.
 

"It's really starting to pick up now. Sit tight, will you?"

He left through a door in the back, and Frank was left alone. He whimpered lightly as his lower back started to swell. His thighs and backside were considerably thicker than they were a moment ago. His back continued to puff up, slowly rounding out the shape of his body. He hugged the massive gut before him as it continued to spread across the floor. His legs were forced farther apart. The swelling continued from his thighs down his legs, and his arms started getting heavier as well. He could even feel the stuff start to fill his tail.

"Oh, god..."

He could hardly sit upright any more, and he started leaning back. He tried to slow his descent by propping his arms up behind himself, but he collapsed under his own weight, his belly sloshing around atop him. Thankfully his head didn't bash against the ground - his back and rear end had swollen considerably and prevented this from happening.  

While his gut had seemed to have stopped growing, His arms and legs continued to puff up. They were slowly being swallowed by his body when Jack re-entered the room. 

The racoon was in his skivies and held a bucket. Frank gave him a look.

"It's going to get pretty messy soon. I didn't want to ruin my clothes."

He set the bucket aside.

"Now, let's see...."

He bent down and placed his hands on the wolf's enormous belly.

"Let's get you rolled over."

He heaved with all of his might and slowly managed to get the wolf onto his side. They were both panting. He repositioned his hands and, with another massive push, the wolf ended up atop his giant, jiggly gut. Frank sighed, and Jack smiled.

"It's gotta feel good to get all that weight off of you."

He patted the side of the wolf's belly.

"We're nearly done here." 

Frank's back continued to rise, his limbs nearly swallowed completely by his body. His tail was nothing more than a fuzzy lump on a generally round backside. The majority of his body was now a deep blue, only the tips of his digits and bits of his face were still their original color. Any relief he had felt from changing position vanished quickly. He was about to say something when Jack came into view.

"Just one more push, big fella." 

He bent down and put his shoulder where Frank's chest had once been. He shoved as hard as he could and slowly managed to tilt the wolf's enormous body. Frank settled down in an upright position and his blue, sloshing body hunched down with gravity. His middle pushed out the farthest. His bubbly toes didn't reach the floor. 

His eyes widened as his puffy face steadily sunk into his chest. It was getting hard to breathe. Jack grabbed the bucket.

"The first juice to come out is the most potent. I'll use it to make more of the special pastires." 

The pressure had quickly become unbearable. Frank opened his maw but only managed to gurgle. A thick blue fluid welled up in the back of his throat, flowed over his dark tongue and poured down his chin. The racoon was ready, though, and after lightly pressing on the wolf's chest, the majority of the stuff ended up in the bucket.


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"It starts out thick at first. See? It's thinning out now."

Jack set the bucket aside. It was nearly full - enough to make a generous amount of the special jelly. He turned back around to face the massive wolf. Though he had stopped swelling, Frank was obviously uncomfortable. 

The racoon grinned.

"Great! The important bit's been done. Now it's on to the fun part!"

He stood in front of the wolf and, after wrapping his arms around as much of him as he could, he leaned forward and squeezed. Juice geysured from Frank's puffy face and ran down his front, soaking them both. Jack did this again and again, pausing after every squeeze to let Frank catch his breath. 

"This stuff's diluted enough to consume. It filters down through a drain in the floor to a collection tank downstairs."

Frank didn't say anything, so Jack looked up. The wolf's puffy cheeks flushed a deep violet. 

"Hey... could you stop doing that for a bit?"

The racoon stood up. His fur was matted and sticky with juice.

"What's wrong?"

He looked down. Frank's undershirt and boxers had been torn from his body as he expanded.

"Eh... I see."

He chuckled a bit.

"Don't worry. I'm sure I can dig up a set of clothes for you to wear."

It took some doing, but Frank got squeezed down to a more manageable size. Jack bundled up the wolf's ruined clothes and led him downstairs. A quick shower cleaned up the sticky substance, but his skin and fur were still quite noticeably blue. He climbed the stairs to find Jack hosing down the floor of the shop.

"Won't that dilute the juice?"

The racoon's fur was still matted and sticky.

"I disconnected the storage tank. This is all going down the drain."

He turned off the hose and picked up a tall jug from the counter.

"Here, drink this."

Frank took the jug and held it in both hands. He looked down at it, then back up at Jack.

"What's in it?"

Jack laughed.

"It's just water. Drink as much as you can. It should flush the rest of the juice out of your body in a couple of days."

"And if it doesn't?"

"In that case, I hope you really like the color blue."

The wolf shrugged. He had taken the lid off and started drinking when the door opened. One of his coworkers poked his head into the shop. 

"Hey, Frank, we were starting to get...."

He looked at the walls, then the floor, then finally at Frank himself. They were all very blue, and the entire place reeked of blueberries. 

Frank sputtered and lowered the jug.

"Er... Hey, Dan...."

Jack smiled.

"We've made a bit of a mess."




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Alternate ending (Popping)

Ignore everything after "**********"



The bucket was nearly full, and Jack set it aside before turning back around. Frank's eyes were wide with fear. He still couldn't breathe. 

"Oh... Here."

He put his hands on Frank's chest and pushed. The juice flowed, thick as ever, from the wolf's mouth and down his expansive belly. He teared up and blue rivulets streaked down his cheeks. It even started to stream from his nostrils. The wolf opened his mouth wider and started gurgling. Jack pressed harder, forcing more of the sticky fluid out onto the floor. 

"Thi... this ins't right...."

His gurgles became deeper as the substance grew even thicker, transitioning from a juice to a gel. It slowed down, dribbling down his chin before sliding down his gut. Jack wrapped his arms around the wolf and squeezed, but the juice kept thickening. It had the consistency of paste now, and oozed slowly from his maw. 

His puffy face grew puffier as the stuff backed up. Even his ears slowly rounded out. The paste started to hold its form, and his gurgles became insistent grunts. His eyes darted wildly as he tried to wriggle his fingers, but even those became sluggish as the fluid thickened inside of him. Jack backed away. The blue substance, thicker than paste but not quite solid, ballooned out of the wolf's  mouth. His head continued to sink into his body, his fingertips and toes less than lumps in his skin. Soon, all that was visible of his head were his massive cheeks and the thick, blue mass that forced its way out of his him.  

The wolf's grunts turned to long, low moans as his taut hide began to creak. Jack picked up the bucket and ran, splashing juice over the sides, to the safety behind the counter. Frank gave another long, low graon before his straining hide finally gave in. A colossal explosion hurled massive amounts of the blue stuff into every corner of the room. 

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Dan stepped out of his squad car and walked to the shop's entrance. As he opened the door, he looked over at Frank's car, which identical to his own.

"Hey, Jack, have you seen Fra...."

He turned his head and looked through the doorway. Jack was holding a mop and stood ankle deep in some thick, blue guck. The place stank of over-ripe blueberries. They looked at each other.

"Yeah, about that.... Would you mind grabbing another mop?"