Jason couldn't stop. His stomach ached, his taut skin protested, his sore jaw burned with effort, but still his hands reached for more. He was sat in the woods, surrounded by tufts of small bushes. His massive stomach, drenched and blue from the juices of innumerable berries, stood before him. It had slowly shoved his legs apart as it stretched past his knees and reached as high as his chest. The berries in this grove were abnormal. When he had discovered the place, his first samples had been large, but reasonable; however, as he pressed onward they had steadily increased in size. The berries nearest him were easily the size of softballs. They gave a bit beneath his now pudgy fingers, and their squishy skin burst as he bit into them. The dappled horse didn't know how much more he could withstand; The pain in his stomach was nearly unberable. The pulp of the fruit sat heavily in his gut, and he doubted that he could move if he tried. His clothes were uncomfortably tight. More juices dribbled down his chin. He bit into another berry, but as he swallowed he started to gag. He spat up a decent amount of froth, which bubbled down either side of his muzzle and onto his chest. The reflex didn't let up. The pain intensified as his body tried to evacuate the fruit. There was too much. Foam flowed freely from his mouth now, thicker and darker in color. His airway was blocked. His vision began to fade, and his body started to list. As he passed out, he fell onto his back, and his dense belly sloshed a bit - the change in position had closed his maw, and the displaced weight of his stomach clamped it shut. The fruit had piled within him in such a constricted manner that most of it didn't initially make contact with his gastric acid; that wasn't the case any more. It began to react vigorously. The massive amounts of foam produced began to build within, and his body began to slowly expand. *** Henson walked out of the forest. The phytologist had been studying the local blueberries, and just come back from one of the larger patches. In his notebook there were quick, shaky descriptions of the ground in the center of the grove; it was incredibly spongy, and produced copious amounts of dark fluid when stepped on. He had collected a few small samples, and assumed that it somehow helped to nourish the center-most berries to their incredible sizes. He had also recorded strange formations of some dark, incredibly viscous sort of blue plasma that coated the trunks of trees nearest the center of the grove. He could only guess as to how it had managed to coat the treetops for a considerable distance as well.