Caution: This story contains massive BE, blueberrying, as well as sex and naughty stuff.� If that�s not your thing, then seek elsewhere for your entertainment.

A Long, Blue Summer

by: Kodos������

����������� The wooden slats of the old truck's bed clattered as Elsie and I bumped along the twin gravel ruts of the narrow country road.� Noon was coming, but in no hurry, the sun lazily climbing in the May sky, everything around us green and lush, a springtime of heavy rains having left the countryside so verdant it was practically bursting with life.� As we hit a bump, the wicker picnic basket at my fianc�s feet tried to spill its contents on the worn steel floor, and, bending over, she set it to rights again with a sigh.

����������� �You know, I appreciate you taking me out for a picnic and everything,� Elsie said, �But I really should be back in town looking for a job for the summer.�

����������� �Come on now, it's Saturday, it's not like anyone is going to hire you on the spot right now anyways,� I said, shooting her what I hoped was an encouraging smile, �Besides, you just finished grad school and you've got my teaching gig all lined up for fall.� You do have a job; it just doesn't start up for a couple months.�

����������� �Four months,� Elsie corrected me pointedly as we drove across an old wood plank bridge, the small river beneath us shimmering brightly, �Four months unemployed, and if I don't land something to keep the money coming in until my contract starts, it's going to be nothing but ramen noodles and frozen pizza for me beginning next week.� Ouch! Can't you drive a little easier; I'm one of those girls who really feels a bumpy road all over, you know?�

����������� Even if I thought the rest of her worries were mostly in her head, she did have a point about the road.� Elsie had the sort of figure that, well, tended to react to those bumps and jolts in a not-so-subtle way.� She wasn't fat, not by a long shot, but she was definitely towards the voluptuous end of the spectrum, boasting a pair of pleasantly curvaceous hips, and a butt big enough to fill out a generously cut pair of jeans very nicely indeed.� She was pretty trim around the waist, though her belly did tend to spill over the waist of her pants when she leaned forwards, and her upper arms were just a little too fat to suit the rest of her figure, another thing she was perpetually over-aware of.� Her breasts were rather large and invitingly soft, which meant they hung a good bit lower than Elsie liked.� She had been self-conscious about them as long as we'd been together, as wearing a bra that actually gave them good support called for straps that dug into her shoulders uncomfortably, while also lifting up her bust so noticeably that she felt like she was just putting her bosom on display for everyone to gawk at.� So instead she favored lingerie that let her girls hang a bit lower on her chest, nearly down to her stomach.� As we neared the end of the bridge, I could see their soft flesh jiggling faintly where it played at overflowing her cups, restrained only by the thin fabric of her t-shirt.�

����������� �Hey now, keep your eyes on the road, mister,� Elsie commanded, crossing her arms over her low-hanging endowments protectively, her voice softening as she continued, �Besides, we're out in the middle of nowhere and it's been two weeks since we had some time alone to ourselves; you play your cards right and I promise you'll be getting to see plenty of me before we have to come back to civilization.�

����������� �Well, I guess I'd better be on my best behavior then,� I agreed, my gaze lingering on her for a moment before I made a show of deliberately turning my attention to the road ahead, �What's so bad about having to spend a couple- I mean four, months living on poor student junk food? I did it for the better part of three years and if it killed me I haven't noticed it yet.�

����������� �You know perfectly well why,� Elsie said wearily, though she was the one that seemed intent on bringing the subject up whenever possible, �I spent most of high school tipping the scales at three hundred and fifty, and it's only been through the past few years of living all organic and going to the gym five times a week that I've been able to slim myself down this much.� There's no way I'm going to let the next four months turn me into Elsie the Cow again!� How would you like that, anyways, finally moving up to live with me this winter and having to follow your bride down the aisle because she'd gotten so fat she filled it up all by herself?�

����������� �Hey now, I'll think you're sexy no matter what; you wouldn't keep catching me staring otherwise,� I argued amiably, �Besides, even if you can't find a job so you can pay for your gym membership, just think about how much time you'll have to spend jogging around town to keep fit.�

����������� �Dammit, I didn't even think about paying for that,� Elsie swore, frowning down at her chest again, �I'm going to have to find myself a really good sports bra if I don't want to wind up too bruised and sore to run for a week the first time I go out to make a few miles, not to mention that that kind of thing isn't exactly likely to make my tits ride any higher after a summer of that kind of punishment.� Why is the only part of me that didn't shrink down when I lost all that weight have to be my boobs?� At least when I was fat they were nice and full; now they just look sad.�

����������� �Well, don't look now but your butt isn't exactly tiny now either, not that I'm complaining,� I observed.

����������� �Not. Helping,� Elsie said, sighing again as her aspect softened, �I know, you're probably sick of hearing me go on about how much I hate my body, and I know you always tell me you think I'll be hot no matter how what the number on the scale says, but I swear, sometimes I just want to go see a surgeon and get these things whacked down a few sizes.� All the same, thanks for sticking with me; if it weren't for you these last few months, I think I would have been so stressed out I would have been binge-eating like a champ; having you around every other weekend at least gave me a healthier way to get a little relief from all my worries.�

����������� So this was the woman I had decided to spend my life with, (don't worry, she got a vote too and didn't mind throwing in her lot with me either) a little neurotic, way too hard on herself, and otherwise perfect in every way.� Throw in sparkling green eyes, bobbed, auburn hair that she wore in a modestly retro style, and a nose just a little too aquiline to ever land her on the cover of a fashion mag, and you'll have a pretty good idea of why I was only too happy to be with her, her own judgments on herself to the notwithstanding.

����������� �No worries; you've just got a lot going on right now,� I said, laying a hand on her shapely thigh, �We're going to get through this alright, and by this time next year we'll both be settled in our new jobs and finally be setting up our own place together.�

����������� �I know, there's just so much uncertainty now,� Elsie said, �Still, I know you're trying your best to take care of me, and that's what I love about you.� Thanks for planning a picnic for us today; I know I was just bitching about it but it is really nice to get away together for a few hours.� Too bad we couldn't just live out here for the summer.�

����������� �Well, even if we can't we can still visit,� I told her, �Here, just a few more miles and we'll be at my grandparents' old farm; we can spread out the blanket under the live oak, have some sandwiches and a cup or two of wine, and just let the world take care of its own worries for a while.�

����������� �Yeah, that does sound nice,� Elsie agreed, finally starting to look like she was enjoying herself, �Hey, what's that over there?�

����������� As we rounded a curve in the road, we came up on the end of a long, dirt driveway with a weathered wood arch erected across it.� At its foot was a little stand, thrown over with a red and white checked tablecloth, piled high with something or another, and attended by a plump fifty-ish woman in a dark blue dress and apron.� As we swung around the corner, she looked up at us and waved cheerfully.

����������� �Huh, I don't remember there being a farm back that way when I was growing up,� I noted as we drew closer.

����������� �Well go ahead and pull over,� Elsie said brightly, �If I'm destined to blow up like a blimp this summer anyway, I might as well start it out with something healthy and homegrown.�

����������� I waved back to the woman as we came to a stop and climbed out of the truck.� As we came closer, I realized that she wasn't just fat, but scarcely shy of immense.� As she rose with well-practiced unsteadiness from her seat and waddled around to the front of her table, I saw that her hips spread more than four feet across, while the rough-spun cotton of her apron was stretched tight over a belly every inch as impressive.� Even it though, was outweighed by her stupendous bosom, and I couldn't help staring at the way her huge breasts strained her buttons so hard that I could actually catch a glimpse of the tightly-drawn purple bra beneath them.� They hung halfway down her fulsome belly and, thanks to the support of her dress and apron, bulged out several inches beyond the sides of her ample form.� As she made her way towards us, her entire body wobbled like a balloon stuffed to bursting with jelly.

����������� �Well now, good morning, you two,� she called as she ambled up to us, grabbing my hand in an impressively vigorous handshake, and surprising Elsie with a hug that would have quite smothered my fianc� with her generous charms were it not for the fact that this fat farmer's wife was barely a foot taller than she was wide, �So then, off for a ride in the county and a picnic on this fine Spring day?� You've got lovely weather for it; I wouldn't be surprised if next week this time the sun is just blazing down on us.�

����������� �Yeah, that's exactly what we're doing, actually,� Elsie told her, with such uncharacteristic openness that I wondered if receiving such an overwhelming hug hadn't left her a little bit muddled, �I just finished school and then I need to find a job for the summer, but my better half here convinced me to come out for a little sunshine and fresh air before I resign myself to living lean until my teaching job starts up in the fall.�

����������� �Well then, I might just have some good news for you,� the woman said cheerfully, a singular glint in her eye as she looked Elsie up and down, �You can call me Mrs. Eden, and I run the farm about three looks down the old road behind me here, and I wouldn't mind hiring on a little more help for the rest of the growing season.� You know, we've been getting so much rain this year that I'm worried half my crop is going to just split open on the vine before I can get all the harvest brought in.� You look like the kind of nice, sturdy girl that would fit right in on the farm.�

����������� �What kind of farm is it?� Elsie asked, clearly less than thrilled at being described as 'sturdy', but interested all the same, �What all would I be doing?�

����������� �Well now, we grow lot of different things,� the plump woman in blue said cheerfully, �Several varieties of produce, a bit of livestock, but what we're really famous for, and what I'm desperately needing help with right now, is our blueberries; we've just got so many acres of them growing this year there's no way we'll be able to bring them all in once they hit their peak.�

����������� �Why are you growing so many of them then?� Elsie asked, her interest growing the more the woman explained.

����������� �Oh, they're just kind of our family specialty,� our matronly host explained, �We've got several different varieties that you won't find anywhere else in the world.� Most of our stock goes to grocery stores, especially those fancy organic ones, all up and down the East Coast.� We do a smaller trade with people coming into the fields to pick their own, mostly for the fun of it, and for a long while we've been juicing the rest and bottling it.� I just need someone to help around the farm a bit during the growing season this year since I'm expecting some unusually heavy yields.� I used to be one of our most productive workers when I was about your age, but even though I can still hold my own out there, I'm certainly going to need some more help.�

����������� �Okay, well, how's the job pay?� Elsie asked, �I'd be driving a nearly an hour to get here every day, I can't have my whole paycheck eaten up on gas.�

����������� �Well, that's no trouble at all,� Mrs. Eden enthused, clasping her hands together, her fulsome bosom bulging out around her thick arms, �We've got plenty of room back at the farm; you wouldn't even have to bunk up double with any of the other girls unless you wanted to.� I'm afraid you'd only be pulling in a couple hundred dollars a week, but all your lodging and meals would be on the house, so you'd be getting by pretty well, all things considered.�

����������� �You ought to go for it, hon.� It's not that much further than I'll be driving to visit you in town,� I said, thinking this sounded like just the thing to pull Elsie out of her funk.� �You've been talking all week about having to get a job fixing coffee or answering phones; wouldn't this be more fun than that?�

����������� �You should listen to your young man here,� Mrs. Eden told Elsie, �Besides, when he does come down to see you I expect I could turn a blind eye to letting him share your room for a couple nights here and there, as long as he doesn't mind doing a bit of plowing and heavy lifting to earn the privilege.�

����������� �No, that'd be great,� I assured her, �I haven't had the chance to do some farm work since I was kid.� Come on, hon, take her up on it, say you'll do it.�

����������� �I- I just can't,� Elsie said reluctantly, �I'll still need to keep an eye on my apartment over the summer, and by August I'll probably be getting calls from my new job that I'll need to take to get things set up and my phone gets like, zero bars this far out.� I just- I think I'd better stay in the city and keep looking.�

����������� �Are you quite sure?� Mrs. Eden asked solicitously, �Plenty of girls who've worked with us before have been able to make it work with their jobs outside of the farm; some of them even come back year after year.� If it's hard work you're worried about, believe me, once you get used to it, you'll be amazed how simple and easy it is, and besides, a little time working on my farm is awfully good exercise.� There's more than a few of my girls whose time here has helped earn them the kind of figure that gets them noticed by the young fellows.� Not that you seem to need much help in that department.�

����������� �It's a very generous offer, and it does mean a lot to me, you being willing to help me out and everything just like this, believe me,� Elsie said, kind of slumping where she stood, �But I just can't, I've got too much in town that I just can't walk away from for so long.�

����������� �Well, I'm sorry to hear that, but I can certainly understand,� Mrs. Eden sympathized, setting her hands reassuringly on Elsie's shoulders, my girlfriend's pleasing curves looking quite modest indeed with the older woman's ponderous bosom and self-indulgent belly swaying barely and inch away from her body, �I know you young folks these days have all sorts of important things going on in the city that a country girl like me wouldn't even know about.�

����������� �Are you sure about this, hon?� I asked again, feeling that she was letting her one chance for a good summer slip between her fingers, �I bet you'd really like it here once you settled in.�

����������� �It's not that I don't want to stay here,� Elsie admitted, �It just- I don't think it would work for me right now.�

����������� �As you like, I'm not your momma,� Mrs. Eden said, parking up a little, �But if you change your mind, I'll be here at my little stand until it starts getting dark and I need to waddle back up to the farmhouse.�

����������� �I feel so bad for wasting your time like this; it is such a kind offer,� Elsie said, looking just as dispirited as when we first set out for the morning, �Here, just so I'm not a total loss, how much is one of those packs of blueberries you've got there?�

����������� �Ooh, now what kind of woman would I be if I went around taking money from a starving college girl?� Mrs. Eden asked with a touch of good-natured indignation, �Here, I wouldn't let you go away empty-handed after taking up the time of a couple of lovebirds like you two.� And here, don't let me send you off with the stuff that I sell to just anybody; I'll grab you a little box of my very best, the stock I only give to my favorite customers, and of course, if you enjoy it so much that you just can't bear the thought of passing up a few months filled with this sort of thing, well, I expect I might still be willing to let you on when you come back through.�

����������� Mrs. Eden bent over to root around under her table, proving, if we had been in any doubt, that she was every bit as fat and round behind as she was in front, the blue fabric of her dress creaking as its seams were drawn tight across a rump so well-fed that I wondered how the wooden chair she had been sitting in before hadn't long since been riven to splinters.

����������� �Ah, here we go, our family's best kept secret, my mother used to call them,� she said proudly as she handed Elsie a six inch square box stacked high with berries so large and juicy that it would have been easy to mistake them for grapes if not for the deep purple-blue of their tautly-stretched skins, �We usually use these for juice-we're forever trying to keep up with growing demand-but I like you, and maybe tasting what you'll be missing out on back in the city this summer will make you think twice about doing your part here on the farm.�

����������� �Thank you so much,� Elsie said as she gratefully accepted the box, almost dropping it in the process, �Wow, these are a lot heavier than I was expecting; how do you even grow blueberries as huge as these?�

����������� �They're so heavy because they're so tremendously juicy; that's what we breed them for here,� Mrs. Eden explained happily, giving Elsie's arm a little pat as she did so, �And if you think these are the biggest, juiciest blueberries we can grow- well, if I ever do convince you to come by for a little visit I've got a few things to show you that put these little ones to shame.� But just listen to me talking on like this; you two have a picnic to get to and I'm sure you don't mean to spend your whole day standing by the roadside chatting with a nosy old heifer like me.�

����������� �Thank you for everything,� I said, a moment before nearly being smothered in the farmwife's voluminous embrace, �Even if I can't talk Elsie here into joining you for the summer, it's still been nice to talk.�

����������� �Yeah, even if I can't really get away from everything just now,� Elsie said, as she braced for similarly suffocating hug, �It was really nice of you to offer; if you're still out here when we come back through, we'll stop by again.�

����������� �Oh, I'm sure you will,� Mrs. Eden said as she ambled back to her seat at the weathered table, �I wouldn't doubt it for a moment.�

����������� And with no more than a wave out the window as we climbed back into the truck, we were off on our way again, the indecently plump old matron and her stand soon fading into the distance.� I hadn't been ready for a hug like the one she'd just given me- even for a woman old enough to have grandkids, there was something about how full and heavy her body was, especially the way her bosom had felt pressed around me- I hoped that Elsie didn't notice me blushing guiltily beside her.

����������� I glanced over and saw, to my relief, that my fianc�e wasn't even looking.� Instead, she had just succeeded in unwrapping Mrs. Eden's gift to her, and was presently examining a blueberry bigger across than a half-dollar.� It was a remarkably rich shade of blue, and it glistened so that it looked as if lading it with even a single extra drop of juice would surely cause it to burst.� Elsie must have reached the same conclusion, holding it gingerly before finally putting it in her mouth and biting down.� I swore I could hear the wet explosion as it bathed her tongue in sweetness, and Elsie savored the mouthful for a long moment before swallowing, as if she were appreciating a fine wine.

����������� �Mmm,� she said at length, looking absolutely delighted, �She wasn't kidding; that tasted like it was made of honey and nectar and distilled sunshine; no wonder they're such a big seller around here.�

����������� �Well, she did say she was trying to change your mind,� I pointed out, �She has every reason to send you off with the best.�

����������� �Mmph,� Elsie agreed as she devoured a second blueberry and then another, �Jeez; these are amazing.� It's a good thing she only gave me this many; if I actually spent the summer on that farm I think I'd probably end up weighing five hundred pounds by the time it was time to report to school.�

����������� �I guess if you do decide to spend the summer as a farm girl, you'd better make peace with spending your first paycheck on a new wardrobe,� I teased, �though I expect she could scare up a pair of old overalls big enough to keep four times as much of you respectable enough to drive back into town.�

����������� �Oh my gosh, can you even imagine me being that huge?� Elsie laughed as she popped another blueberry into her mouth, �If I ended up built like her though, I don't think a set of overalls would be enough to keep me decent; my boobs would spill out of it like a couple of beanbag chairs in a string bikini.�

����������� �I wouldn't worry too much,� I assured her, wondering what Elsie would think if I told her how much the suggestion of her having breasts so impossibly huge turned me on, �I'm sure she's had enough practice keeping everything tolerably under wraps that she'd be able to set you up with an outfit that wouldn't draw too much attention.� At least out here in the country; you'd make a fine sight strolling down Monument Avenue in a flannel house dress and apron, all blown up like a human parade balloon.�

����������� �And that,� Elsie said, stabbing at the air with one finger for emphasis, �is exactly why in a few hours we are going to stop, say our hellos and goodbyes to that nice, generous, enormous woman, and then drive straight back to town- both of us.� Anyways, look how greedy I'm being with these; would you like a taste to see what all the fuss is about?�

����������� �Ha, if they taste half as good as you say, I'm not sure it'd be safe for me to drive and try one at the same time,� I observed, �Besides, this is one of my best work shirts and I'd prefer not to come home with blue stains all over it.�

����������� �What do you-� Elsie started, before glancing down at her own top, �Damn, why didn't you tell me what a mess I was making?�

����������� �Well, by the time there was a mess to notice, there was really no point in bringing it up and ruining your fun,� I reasoned, �You already had a couple of nice purple spots on your top, and I'm pretty sure they're not coming out.�

����������� �You know, that's a pretty good point,� Elsie said, thinking it over and then casually tossing back another blueberry, �I guess that just means I don't need to worry about spills anymore, and no matter what, I guess I'll be looking for some new clothes tomorrow.� Besides, I'm not sure I could stop myself now anyways; these just make me feel so warm and sweet inside I'd probably eat fifty pounds of them if that's what Mrs. Eden had given me.�

����������� As we drew closer to the family farm, Elsie's appetite only seemed to be growing, especially now that she had been liberated from worrying about her clothes.� Her entire white top, from just under her chin to some distance lower where her bust reached its fullest point, looked like a Jackson Pollock study in indigo, and her lips were dyed a deep shade of blue as well, with several sticky rivulets dripping down her chin, with even a largish splash on the tip of her nose.

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����������� �You sure you don't want to think about slowing down for a minute?� I asked, �We're almost there and I spent half the morning making those sandwiches you always say you like so much; I'd hate to get the spread all laid out under the tree and have you turn around and tell me you don't have room for another bite.�

����������� �Oh, don't worry about that; I feel like I could stuff myself with these all day and still be dying for more, so I imagine I'll be able to find at least a little room for lunch,� Elsie insisted, patting her stomach and fidgeting a little in her seat, �Oof, maybe I should have worn some looser shorts; these ones must have shrunk in the wash or something.� I guess that'll just make it that much easier for you to talk me out of them later on, now won't it?�

����������� �Well, you sure don't need to hear any more about how you gaining a few more curves wouldn't earn you any complaints from me,� I said, �But aren't you the girl who was just lamenting how a summer working on a berry farm would just fatten you up like a milk-fed pumpkin and how that would be the worst thing to happen to anyone ever?�

����������� �I guess,� Elsie admitted, biting down on another blueberry and looking down at herself pensively, �I don't know, maybe it's just getting out of the city where everyone is always judging everyone else as hard as they can makes it easier to loosen up a bit and be more comfortable in my own skin.� And I guess it doesn't hurt that if getting fat means you'd still want me and I'd get to eat as many of these delicious blueberries as I could stuff myself with, well, maybe I could live with that, at least for a few months.� I imagine I could starve myself in August and run laps around the barn or whatever to slim back down enough to fit into my work slacks again.�

����������� �Really?� I asked, surprised to hear my weight-obsessed fianc�e talking so casually about gaining a couple hundred pounds, �So you're not horrified at the idea of ending up with a figure like Mrs. Eden then?�

����������� �Oh, I don't even know anymore,� Elsie sighed, wistfully squeezing her bosom with juice-soaked hands, leaving behind a blue hand-print cupping each of her breasts, �I just wish I could find a bra that made my damn boobs like good without shouting to the world, 'Hi there!� Say hello to Elsie and her lovely twins!'� This one's already starting to feel kind of chafey; I hope it's just because I've gone and gotten my top all wet.� Well, if it ends up purple too, I guess I'll be in the market for a new one anyways, so why stress if it turns out my next one needs to have a little more growing room?� And besides, can you even imagine me with a set of melons like that woman had?� Don't tell me that when she hugged you, you couldn't feel how ridiculously full and heavy they were?�

����������� �Are you seriously asking me if I got turned on by hugging a woman at least twice my age just because she had a monster pair of boobs?� I asked, incredulous, but more amused than upset.

����������� �Why not?� Elsie asked, sounding less inhibited by the minute, and throwing back a couple more blueberries, �I mean, it's been years since I was an undergrad and fooled around with other girls a little bit, but even I kind of felt a little twinge in my knickers when she squeezed me between those jugs; aside from being absolutely huge, she still has a pretty nice face, and don't tell me a red-blooded young guy like you didn't even think about what her husband has to look forward to every night when he comes in from a long day plowing the fields.�

����������� �Come on now,� I protested, �I'm not made of stone, you know; but yeah, now that you mention it; if she'd held me in there much longer, she might have felt something pushing back.�

����������� �Well, to tell the truth, I'm only feeling more like I'm made of jelly myself,� Elsie admitted, poking at her stomach with a purple-stained finger, �Damn, these things really much be rich.� I've had a muffin top every time I wore these shorts all summer, but this is the first time my belly has started to hang over the waistband.� If this starts going to my legs too, my chub rub is going to start wearing through the thighs of my pants again.�

����������� As we rattled through the farm gate, I looked over at Elsie and realized that she wasn't exaggerating, if anything she wasn't doing herself justice.� The lower edge of her top had ridden up enough to expose her bellybutton, and she did indeed have a couple inches of belly spilling into her lap.� Her shorts looked tighter across her hips too, and her thighs completely filled their legs, drawing the fabric as taut as a second skin.� Her top was more purple than it was white now, and whether it was just that being soaked with juice had made her breasts slippery and less inclined to stay in their place or if these blueberries really were that fattening, Elsie's cups were running over by more than their usual degree.� Even above the distinct line where lingerie surrendered to flesh, they looked fuller now, gently, but palpably convex, so that if Elsie now bared her chest they might still hang every inch as low as before, but be more than a little juicier in proportion.

����������� �Well, you just do what feels good to you,� I told Elsie, trying not to sound so eager to encourage her appetites that she started feeling self-conscious, �Meanwhile, we're here, so why don't you grab the picnic basket and we can have a nice afternoon to ourselves out here.�

����������� �It's about time we got off that road,� Elsie smiled, patting her bosom again, �Another mile of bumping along like that and I think I'd probably have jiggled right out of my bra.� Still, I'm looking forward to having some time together, and unless I'm wrong, you're going to find some way of getting me topless, at the very least, before it's time to head back to civilization.�

����������� As I grabbed the checkered blanket out of the truck bed, I watched Elsie heave herself out onto the grass, picnic basket in one hand, crate of blueberries still clutched tightly in her other.� It had to be a trick of the light, or the angle I was seeing her from; there was no way her clothes had been this tight when we set out from her apartment.� She never would have let herself be seen in public in a top that ended several inches shy of her waist, with her belly and hips bulging proudly out into the gap, and though she always did have a hard time getting her bra to fit comfortably, I couldn't imagine that when Elsie put it on that morning that she would have fixed the straps to dig into her chest and shoulders so deeply.� As uncomfortable as it looked though, Elsie was the picture of contentment, feasting away at her banquet of blueberries while she watched me unfurl the blanket and lay our lunch out, including a bottle of wine I'd picked up the night before.

����������� �Okay, I know I offered you some of these while we were still driving,� Elsie said between mouthfuls, �But I think I'm going to have to take that back; I don't think I could live with myself if I didn't eat every last one of these.�

����������� �No worries; they seem to be agreeing with you so well I wouldn't dream of stopping you,� I observed as I took a bite of sandwich and uncorked the bottle, �You care for a drink to wash all that down with?�

����������� �Yes, please,� Elsie enthused, �You'd think that as juicy as these things are I wouldn't be thirsty, but I could so go for a drink right now.�

����������� �Well here then, why don't you have a seat and join me?� I asked as I filled a red cup and offered it to her, �As much as I enjoy looking up at you, it'd be nice if you sat down and stayed a while.�

����������� �I'll never understand why staring at my big floppy boobs is such a turn-on for you,� Elsie chided, �But if you insist, I guess I wouldn't mind getting comforta- Ouch!�

����������� �What? are you okay?� I asked, as she gave a start midway through settling herself down beside me.

����������� �No- Yeah, I'm fine,� Elsie insisted, rubbing her behind with one hand as she accepted the cup of wine with her other, �I think I just split my shorts just split right down the back.� Oh well, they never really fit me all that well; I've been meaning to find some that give me a little more breathing room.� We'll just have to go straight home when we're done here so no one sees me like this.�

����������� �Alright then,� I said, watching my girlfriend as she took a long drink from her cup and chased it down with a heavy handful of blueberries, �Just as well we decided to spend the day out in the country; if we'd gone to the bistro like you wanted, we'd probably be making a very awkward exit right now.�

����������� �You know, that's a good point, I might as well make the most of being out here and make myself comfortable,� Elsie agreed, taking another gulp that nearly emptied her cup, �If we're all alone out here, I might as well take advantage of having a little privacy.�

����������� And with a mischievous smile, she reached down and undid the button on her shorts, her round little belly rushing to fill the gap as she pulled down the zipper, giving me a good view of her light blue panties.

����������� �You feeling a bit more relaxed then?� I asked, not even trying to hide how pleased I was with how our date was going, �Or is there anything else you need to take off before you feel all's well with the world?�

����������� �You are just shameless, aren't you?� Elsie admonished me as she held out her empty cup, �Well, as long as you pour me another one, I guess I have already pretty much let you know I'm not going to be fighting you off any time soon, and I am hating this bra more by the second, so okay, as long as you end up making it worth my while.� Here, hold my cup for a second.�

����������� After taking a long swig from her freshly-filled cup, Elsie handed it back to me and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra.� It was more of a struggle for her than usual, her upper arms spreading out as she hiked up the back of her top, her breasts jutting out impressively as she rolled her shoulders backwards.� As she worked, the front edge of her shirt was creeping upwards again, working its way higher and exposing more and more of her plump little belly. �Elsie really had been stuffing herself; there was no way that she had been so soft and jiggly in the middle an hour ago, her pale skin dappled with blue stains.

����������� �Unf- damned- stupid- thing,� Elsie huffed as she tried to pull the offending garment out through one of the arms of her top, �There- finally!�

����������� As she triumphantly forced her bra to relinquish its dominion over her body, her now-liberated breasts hung full and free, restrained only by the thin and increasingly wet material of her top.� It seemed impossible, but there was no denying it; she had gotten larger, a lot larger, than she had been when we set out.� Rather than hanging limply against her body, Elsie's breasts now swelled out a couple inches wider than her chest, especially down at the bottom of her bust.� The weave of her top was drawn tight trying to contain them, and while they had always been soft, they wobbled now with tantalizing readiness.� Her nipples, now freed, were hard, poking at the wet fabric that constrained them, and while it may have just been the languid way that Elsie was sitting, the weight of her breasts seemed to rest, heavily, on top of her increasingly voluptuous belly.

����������� �So then, am I still as sexy now that I'm hanging halfway out of my clothes?� Elsie asked, swallowing down another mouthful of blueberries and running her hand sensually down along her winsome curves, �Damn, I've almost finished the whole box; you don't suppose I could talk Mrs. Eden into letting me have another one when we pass her on the way home?�

����������� �I dunno,� I said, pouring myself a cup of wine as I drank in the sight of my increasingly tipsy and self-indulgent fianc�e, �She seems like the giving sort, but if you wanted another box of her special stock there, I think she'd probably expect some compensation for her generosity.�

����������� �Ha, I bet she'd give me another if I agreed to spend the summer on her farm,� Elsie laughed, idly fondling one of her breasts, �You know, for a constant supply of these, I might even be able to content myself with getting all fat and round, especially since it seems like I'm already -Holy cow!�

����������� �What?� I asked, alarmed, �What's wrong?�

����������� �My shirt- my tits- the juice!� Elsie stammered as she stared in shock at her breasts, �It's not just from the blueberries, it's- just look!�

����������� Elsie nodded pointedly towards her chest, where around her fat nipples, dark, wet circles were blooming, swiftly darkening more and more of her top as we both stared in shock at her expanding bosom.

����������� �Fuck- my boobs- they're leaking,� Elsie whispered, only mouthing the last word as if this were too strange to be given voice to, �This is crazy- this can't be happening!�

����������� �Are you sure that- I mean, is that really what it looks like?� I asked, prompting Elsie to press a couple fingers against one of her expanding wet spots before bringing them to her lips for a taste.

����������� �Yeah, my tits- they're filling up with juice,� she announced, sounding strangely less frightened by this than I felt at the moment, �And this might sound kinda freaky, but I taste really good.�

����������� �Okay, this is officially too weird up to just do nothing,� I told her, barely able to tear my gaze away from Elsie's bust, her breasts, now having easily doubled in size, pulling the fabric of her top tighter and tighter, while the juice leaking from them dyed it a deeper and deeper hue, �Come on, get in the truck.� We've got to get you back to find out what that woman did to you, or at least check you into a hospital until they can figure out what's happening to your body and find some way to stop it from getting worse.�

����������� �Mmm, I think it's too late to do anything about that,� Elsie said placidly as she let the empty berry crate slip from her fingers, �I've already eaten the whole thing, and somehow I doubt this is something they'd have much experience treating at the hospital.�

����������� �Okay, well hop in the truck and we can go try and get some answers out of Mrs. Eden then,� I suggested, �She must know what she's done to you.�

����������� �Oh, I'm sure she knows exactly what she's done to me,� Elsie sighed, �And I can just about promise you she's not going to be in any mood to stop anything until its run its course to her satisfaction.�

����������� �Well, what the hell are we supposed to do then?� I asked, incredulous at her blithe attitude, �Do you really want to just wait here while your boobs are swelling up with juice?�

����������� �Actually,� Elsie began, pausing to muse for a moment, �If I've got no choice but to let this thing run its course, then why not enjoy it?� I mean, I never thought I'd be happy to see myself gaining weight again, but this just feels really good right now.�

����������� As I watched, Elsie, pulled up her shirt further, letting her breasts, already barely-contained, spill free to loll heavily against her soft body.� Though her skin was as thoroughly dyed by the juice as her top was, her nipples were darker still, both the same deep, luscious blue that the blueberries were.� She squeezed them tentatively, and twin jets of rich purple juice arced from her nipples and spattered against my shirt.

����������� �Oops,� she giggled coquettishly, �I guess I've gone and stained you shirt too, I guess you don't have any excuse not to come a little closer now.� Or would you just like to watch for a little longer; wait until they're really big and full and juicy before you come play with them?�

����������� With a teasing laugh, Elsie leaned back, bracing her arms behind her, while her breasts expanded obligingly.� They weighed heavily against her body, parted slightly by her belly, like a pair of deep blue bowling balls, and as I looked on, I saw that the blue splotches on them were growing and spreading, no longer because of the juice spattered carelessly on her skin, but welling up from within her body, as whatever drug, or curse or whatever it was, saturated her flesh.� Inch by inch they swelled, the small rivulets of juice leaking from them never more than a trickle despite the growing pressure inside her, dribbling down Elsie's berry-gorged belly and finally dyeing her shorts the same color as her cast-off top.� When I glanced at her face, my girlfriend looked to be the picture of delight, alternately staring at her ripening bosom and at the expression of awe on my face, regarding both with equal satisfaction.

����������� �So, big enough for you yet?� she asked, giving her shoulders a little shimmy that set her ample endowments enticingly aquiver, �Or would you like to wait until I'm even more swoll- oomph!�

����������� Elsie gasped as a shudder ran through her.� A deep, rumbling sort of gurgle emanated from her body, but before I could ask if she was alright, the full effect of all those blueberries she had stuffed herself with hit her with all the tenderness of a runaway bus.

����������� In the course of a few seconds, her breasts doubled again in size, still hanging low against her body, but looking now as if each could comfortably hold (assuming anything about such a transformation could be described as comfortable) a couple of gallons.� Elsie gave a sharp cry of pain as I heard stitches popping and fabric tearing; her belly surged forwards until she looked fully nine months pregnant, her belly and hips spilling out alarmingly over the taut waistband of her shorts.� Where the legs of her shorts ended, her thighs ballooned out impressively, the deep shade of blue that impregnated her flesh now advancing all the way down to her knees.� She was easily a hundred pounds heavier than she had been a minute before, though apparently her shorts had stopped the runaway growth from flowing into her lower body too freely.� Her breasts and her belly were swollen to almost cartoonish proportions, and even her upper arms had been fattened to the point where they wouldn't have looked out of place on a woman of four hundred pounds.� Her hands weren't blue quite yet though, and through the hue was slowly creeping up Elsie's neck, her face, aside from her lips and her nose, remained fair.

����������� �Oh- I feel like these shorts are going to cut me in half,� Elsie gasped as the burst of growth subsided, �I can- I can barely breathe!� Here, help me up; help me pull them off while they still fit over my legs!�

����������� I hurried to help pull my fianc�e to her feet, but she had barely gotten her feet beneath her when the problem took care of itself.� With a rip, her zipper, already down, was torn open as the weight of so much juice pushing down upon it, allowing her protuberant to belly settle several inches lower, but even this relief was short-lived as all the fullness in her upper body, now bearing down upon the weakened denim, split her shorts apart from crotch to waistband, the weight which had so overloaded her bosom and belly rushing like a waterfall into her lower body.

����������� Elsie's plumped-up arms shrank to nearly their normal size as her hips swelled up violently, their heavy fullness all but merging with that of her rapidly-expanding thighs as her lower body grew every inch of a foot wider in the course of a few seconds.� The excess that had distended her breasts drained into her freshly-liberated territory, Elsie's panties, meant to contain vastly less woman than they were now compelled to hold, straining as her ass tripled in size, jiggling entrancingly as she stood there unsteadily, her body in the thrall of something determined to reshape her without her consent.� Even her belly shrank to dimensions more appropriate for a woman well into her second trimester as her calves billowed larger and larger, Elsie's legs now a deeper blue than almost any other part of her body, with only her feet being spared, now blue and bare and looking ridiculously too small compared to ankles bigger around than her thighs had been an hour before.

����������� Her breasts, no longer half so full as before, hung down to her deepening bellybutton, yet still impressively large, as if their recent treatment had stretched them out terribly, leaving Elsie with a figure that reminded me of certain pictures I'd seen of women in whom pregnancy had set off some improbable cascade of hormones that made their breasts grow constantly and uncontrollably for the full nine months, leaving them, almost without exception, with a very maternal belly and a bosom fulsome in the extreme, prodigiously, almost dangerously full of milk, and pendulous to the point of being debilitating.� Even as I watched though, I could already see them growing filling up again, becoming rounder, her body's burden increasing just as steadily as before her recent burst of growth.

����������� �Oh, thank heaven, I can breathe again,� Elsie sighed, seemingly unbothered by the drastic changes altering her body, �I wonder if this is what lactating feels like; I know they're smaller than they were a minute ago, but my tits feel so full they're just aching for- for, I don't know- something.�

����������� �Are you okay?� I asked as she leaned forwards awkwardly, unprepared for her vastly increased weight, gently taking my hand and pressed it against the underside of one heavy, low-hanging breast, �It doesn't hurt does it?�

����������� �Oh my gosh no,� Elsie gushed, shivering as my fingers touched her pliant blue skin, �I mean, I would have thought filling up with this much juice would just be too much, like the pressure would hurt or something, but it feels so good, like I could just keep getting bigger all day and enjoy every second of it.��

����������� �Wait, so this is all juice?� I asked, through from the way Elsie's breast sloshed and wobbled as I fondled it, it seemed entirely possible, �You're not getting fatter too?�

����������� �Oh, well, maybe a little bit,� Elsie confessed, giving her belly and several lower areas of her anatomy an tentative jiggle, �I think it's mostly just juice though; just look at how bouncy my butt is now.�

����������� By way of demonstration, she turned slightly and gave her generous rump a shake that left it quivering like a pair of very full water balloons, so temptingly round that for a moment I forgot all my concern and found myself only wondering just how much longer Elsie would want this to go on and if there was any way I could encourage her to let it keep going as long as she dared.� Turning back to face me and stepping in closer, Elsie bent her knees awkwardly to sit, her ass thumping against the ground with a smack.� Forcing her thickened legs to bend again slowed her down more than a little, squeezing the juice in them down into her lower legs and ankles, which bulged out even more impressively, and up into her thighs, forcing them and her hips to grow even more enlarged.� Her juice-laden breasts brushed my chest on her way down, slapping against her belly and soaking my shirt as the impact elicited twin gouts of juice from her rigid peaks.�

����������� �Oops, I did it again,� Elsie giggled, before looking down at her wet, heavy breasts and getting a devilish glint in her eye, �So, care for a drink?�

����������� �What, after seeing what it's done to you, I think I'd better not,� I averred as she used both hands to heft a dripping mammary towards my face.

����������� �Well then, it's just more for me then, but you don't know what you're missing,� she teased, wrestling the pulpous bulk of one dripping melon towards her own mouth, �Um, if you're not going to share a drink with me here, would you at least mind lending me a hand or two?� These things are heavier than they look and my arms, well, maybe it's been too long since I was a fatty, but just holding up all this weight is more than I can handle for long; and I've got the feeling you wouldn't mind watching me take a nice, deep drink here, and I would so hate to disappoint since I'm just so very thirsty.�

����������� I gently pressed my hands against the underside of Elsie's breast, my fingers sinking into the soft, indigo flesh of her bosom.� Elsie's breathing grew ragged as we lifted her nipple to her lips; she was panting with anticipation as her tongue flicked the first heavy drops of juice from its tip.� She allowed herself only a moment's hesitation as she started sucking herself, her first tentative pull giving way to nursing from her own teat as if she were half dead from thirst.� Slurping and swallowing greedily, thick purple juice dribbled out around her lips, but from the way she was gulping down her own richness, it was clear that vastly more was pouring down her throat.

����������� �Oh- I can't stop-� Elsie gasped as she came up for air, flinching as if not having her lips wrapped around her plump nipple was giving her pangs of withdrawal, �This is even better than the blueberries, so sweet, so rich- I don't think I'll be able to stop until I've sucked myself dry.�

����������� If that was what she was hoping for, she was destined for disappointment.� Every mouthful Elsie sucked down was only making her more luscious, her belly rolling out fatter and fuller over her juicy thighs, which were likewise billowing outwards as she drank, their blue skin stretching as their load increased, fatter and fatter until each one was every inch as big around as Elsie's more than ample waist.� Her hips swelled up so forcefully it was like she was drinking from a fire hose- they were already half a foot wider than her shoulders, and growing as if they were determined to fill her tight-drawn panties past the bursting point, just as they had done with her shorts, which now lay in tatters on the ground.� Elsie's ass was soaking it up just as ardently; each swallow she took sending a shudder through her well-filled haunches as she drank herself to ever more spectacular dimensions.

����������� Elsie's boobs, even the one that she was working so feverishly to drain, were only billowing larger, every ounce she swallowed being returned to her rapidly-distending form with accumulating interest.� It was getting hard to keep a firm grip on her overgrown breast as she grew heavier and fuller while I held it to her lips, while its ripening twin lay fat and heavy against her inflating belly, her free nipple dribbling juice in sympathy with its sister, and swollen even larger for not having been drained at all.� I saw Elsie's arms bloating up as well, so thick now from shoulder to elbow that they were twice as big as her thighs had been this, and even her forearms beginning to swell up, as the expanding surge of blue drove her natural color to her fingertips.

����������� �Mmm, I need more,� Elsie cried, permitting her breast to slip free from her lips, as her throbbing nipple shot a thick stream of dark juice across her face, �Here, help me with the other one!�

����������� �Are you sure?� I asked, my concern for my expanding girlfriend still outweighing my desire to see how much bigger she was going to get, if only barely, �You've been nursing at that one like mad and it's only making you grow all over; wouldn't this be a good time to head back to the berry farm and find out if there's a way to stop this before you start getting too full?�

����������� �No- I can't-� Elsie, gasped as she desperately fumbled for her other juice-flooded mammary, her hands so slippery with her own rich harvest and her arms so fat that she couldn't begin to heft it into position, �Please, I can hold so much more, I have to- I need to feel it all inside of me, all warm and heavy and sloshing around so delightfully.� I feel like you could pump another hundred gallons of this stuff into me and I'd still be thirsty for another dose- please- I just want to be bigger for you-�

����������� Elsie's breasts were clearly larger than watermelons now, and so heavy and soft that I could barely keep the one I awkwardly clutched near to her lips, while with her arms so full debilitatingly full of juice, all she could do with the other was jostle it enough to increase the stream of juice flowing from her nipple from a dribble to stream, flowing down her protuberant belly and staining her overstretched panties an ever richer shade of purple.

����������� �Oh, the two of them are just too heavy; I'm just not strong enough to lift them both and they're getting so wobbly I can't even handle them anymore,� Elsie sighed as she struggled to bridle her inflating bosom, �It's not enough; I need them both at once, filling me with hot, sweet juice from both my big, wet, ripe tits at the same time.� Here- help me lay down, please.�

����������� Sure thing, here, let me help ease you back,� I offered, her voice so full of urgency it never crossed my mind to argue, as I got behind her and tried to steady Elsie's fattening shoulders as she positioned the unwieldy and growing bulk of her figure more comfortably.

����������� The second her back brushed the blanket, all the juice that gravity had concentrated in her lower body rushed like a roaring tide up along the length of her body, her belly suddenly expanding out another six inches in front of her, her bellybutton surrounded by an expanse of taut, yet supple skin.� The wave rushed to fill her arms with more as well, blowing them up until her upper arms brushed softly against the rising rondure of her hips, while Elsie's neck grew fatter, and her face perceptibly rounder as a flush of blue suffused it.

����������� Her breasts, already well-stretched and primed for filling, gained the most, each one enduring in seconds a prodigious donation from her thighs.� They quaked weakly as they were glutted to the size of overinflated beachballs, flattened only slightly where they weighed against her belly, but almost perfect globes above, their upper regions resting heavily against Elsie's plump neck.� Being filled so rapidly had fattened her nipples until they were as big as overripe grapes, saturating them with juice until they throbbed, both now a rich, dark purple, the same as her areolae, which were each drawn out slightly wider than the fingers of Elsie's out-splayed hands.

����������� �Yes- oh yes; I can't wait to feel them get even bigger- feel them stretching to hold so much more- feel them weighing down on my chest until I can hardly breathe ,� Elsie gushed rapturously, struggling to lift her arms and finding that she could do little more than bend her elbows in her juice-engorged condition, �Here, I'm just so full and heavy I've got myself pinned to the ground- grab my tits, grab them both- make me suck on them.�

����������� �Of course,� I agreed, more aroused than I ever would have imagined at the sight of my girlfriend, laying helpless and nearly naked in front of me, her body pumped full of so many gallons of juice that she could barely move as she begged I help her fill herself with even more, �Here, just let me come around and-�

����������� �Oh no, like this,� Elsie gently insisted, nodding her head towards her swollen figure, �Let's have some fun with this.� There's no reason I ought to be the only one laying myself out all exposed like this.� Take off your clothes and have a seat.� I want you to feel my huge, swollen belly growing against your skin.� I want to feel the weight of your body pushing more juice into my lush, billowing tits, making them stretch further and further, forcing them to grow even faster than they are already.� I want to feel your cock pulsing between them while we blow them up like a couple of water balloons.

����������� �Well, if you insist,� I smiled, already getting undressed, �As long as you know what you want.�

����������� �Mmm, just hurry, please,� Elsie pleaded, seeing that her attempts to turn me on were succeeding indeed, �Every second I don't have a fat, juice-laden nipple in my mouth makes me that much more desperately thirsty for- oof!�

����������� �Is this okay?� I asked, accidentally interrupting Elsie's fantasizing as I straddled her seductively massive belly, �I'm not too heavy for you?�

����������� �Oh, never in a million years,� Elsie sighed blissfully as my weight forced another several gallons of juice from her middle and into her breasts, each one now so brimming with excess that they spread halfway along her outstretched arms, and would have buried them completely if not for the latter's own recent spate of reckless overfilling, �It's just- as amazing as it is to feel my breasts swelling up with even more, but having you there is pushing so much down into my- well, feel for yourself.�

����������� Trying to steady myself as I positioned myself on top of Elsie, I had laid one hand across the lower reaches of her swollen belly, where her panties, desperately straining and frayed as if they were soon to meet their end, still stretched across her fertile curves.� I lifted my hand and looked at it; my fingers were wet with the same dark juice that was leaking from Elsie's plump nipples.

����������� �Wait,� I said, trying to wrap my head around this, �Do you mean that you're filling up-�

����������� �Yes,� she said with a lustful smile, pressing her sumptuous thighs together with delight, �Every inch of me is filling up with juice.� My labia already feel like they've been pumped up so full they'd pop if they had to take another drop, and it feels like there's a thousand gallons of it just pressing inwards, rubbing me against myself, beating like waves against all my tenderest places, making me so wet and slippery down there that I feel like I could hold anything.� I've never needed you so badly before now.� I want you to give me a face-full of my own tits and make me suck them until they're so huge I can't even reach my nipples anymore.� But don't you dare come between my big, wet titties unless you'll still be up for fucking me afterwards, because I am so horny right now I think I might just explode if you don't finish the job.�

����������� �Don't worry about that,� I smiled, as I gently seized Elsie's still-expanding breasts by their plump, wet, nipples and guided them to her waiting lips, �I think you can count on me to please you as many times as you need in order to keep you satisfied.�

����������� �Just what I wanted to hear,� Elsie sighed, �Now help me fill myself up until I'm really a knock- mmph!�

����������� Her words were muffled as I accidentally buried her face in her unwieldy bosom, and I struggled, as delicately as I could, to coax her brimming melons into position.� Elsie had talked about becoming too massive to even reach her own nipples, but it seemed that moment was approaching much faster than she might have expected, the upper portion of her bust bulging and creaking awkwardly as I tried to overcome just how much swollen and saturated flesh lay between her face and the objects of her desire, while I was having to stretch and strain her lower hemispheres awfully in order to make this work.

����������� At last though, I struck my target, and heard Elsie murmured with bliss as she captured her plumped-up peaks between her lips and began to suck enthusiastically.� I was leaning hard against the underside of her bosom to keep everything in position, the tender skin of her breasts soft against my chest, warm as ripening blueberries on a summer day.� Since Elsie had all but commanded it (not that I minded obeying), I thrust myself into the snug cleft between her massive mammaries, as the waves rippling through her body gently squeezed and pulled.� If I had any doubts before, they were gone now.� No matter how huge Elsie wanted to grow, no matter how enormously swollen with juice she became, I'd do everything I could to help.� I'd cram her tits into her mouth if that made her grow faster; I'd help keep her entertained while her thighs blew up thicker than barrels- until she finally begged for relief, either because she was just so immense that sheer exhaustion demanded it, or when she finally came uncomfortably close to the limits of what her body could hold, only then would I suggest loading her into the back of the truck and returning her to the mysterious Mrs. Eden.� Willing as I was to encourage Elsie to surrender to her desires, as she writhed ponderously beneath me, it was apparent that she wanted, no- needed- my help.

����������� �Oh, yes!� she cried, sucking in a deep chestful of air as she momentarily let her fat nipples slip from her lips, �I'm just getting so full- it's making me come so hard- gallons of it, gushing into me, filling me- stretching me so divinely- Do you feel my belly swelling up under you, lifting you higher and higher as I expand?� Can you feel my big, swollen breasts getting bigger and bigger around your cock?� You're already so hard against my soft skin, my poor tits are already so tender, so deliciously overfilled; just try to be gentle with them; I think I'd make quite a mess if you jabbed one a little too hard and I popped.�

����������� �You naughty little thing,� I teased her, forcing her breasts back in her face so she couldn't argue, and giving her bosom a violent thrust, �Is that what you want then, to get so helplessly overfilled that me just being a little rough while we're playing could be so dangerous as that?� Well, if that's what you want, you just keep right on sucking.� Swallow it down- drain these glorious tits as fast as your body can fill them back up again.� I want to see you get absolutely gigantic, I want to see you with boobs so utterly bursting with juice that you can't even see around them, so tender and distended that you'll be begging me to touch them, and shivering at the thought that I might not be quite gentle enough to handle them in such a delicate condition.� I want your arms to get so utterly fat you won't be able to resist if I do decide to play a little rougher than you want me to, and your thighs to blow up like zeppelins until when I finally do feel like taking you back up the road, you'll be so massive across your hips that you'll be knocking over mailboxes on both sides of the road at once.� Before I take you back to the berry farm for whatever cure she's got waiting for you, I want to see just how much you can possibly load yourself with.� I want to drive around that curve, springs snapping under your weight, and see that woman's eyes go wide at the sight of just how far you forced yourself to go before you finally had too much.�

����������� �Oh, please, yes, make me do that,� Elsie cried as I let up on her breasts so she could catch another breath, �No, make me keep drinking, make me drink until I can't hold another drop- tell me you'll hold me down and I'll like it- tell me you'll keep me out here until I'm so full of juice I'm ready to burst!� Oh, I'm coming again; it's all just pounding against me from the inside, lapping and surging- I'm aching for more- keep it coming- fill me with more so it gets even harder!� Please- please don't stop me until I'm so awfully full you hardly dare to touch me, no matter how much I scream for it!�

����������� �As you wish,� I told her, and leaned once more against the underside of Elsie's billowing bosom.�

����������� As she begged for more, as she sucked at herself with insatiable passion, Elsie grew larger with miraculous speed.� When I had first straddled her belly, I could easily touch the ground on either side of her body, but all the while she had been filling up, rising higher and higher beneath me, first lifting my feet from the ground, and then, a few minutes later, gently pressing them between her ballooning hips and her swelling arms, now filled to the point that they stuck out straight to either side, with even their narrower parts thickening and inflating with juice until I wondered if they were going to overwhelm her hands as well.� Her breasts were each fully three feet across now, larger than all but the biggest pumpkins at the county fair, the softness of her skin and their vast, accumulating weight making it increasingly difficult to keep them in place for Elsie's pleasure, and as they became ever more overladen, I realized I could feel the brief drop of pressure within them as she sucked out a mouthful, and then the ripples flowing through her body as she swallowed, all the way down to her belly beneath me, where it inevitably touched off another gentle rush of growth, as every mouthful she drank was returned to her body several times over.

����������� With a double mouthful of wet, blue, breastflesh, Elsie was in no position to talk, but her plaintive moans and self-indulgent murmurings told me everything I needed to know about how she was doing.� Feeling her breasts becoming more and more enlarged as they squeezed my rigid member was driving me crazy.� We'd actually tried tit-fucking a couple times back when we first started to get intimate with each other, and were just discovering what the other one liked.� Elsie had more than amply-endowed enough to get the job done, the fact the she was kind of on the softer side of things actually made it feel incredible for me, but she quickly lost interest in anything sexual that made her self-conscious about her breasts.� But now- here I was driving it right between her melons and she was beside herself with pleasure.� The more I thought about it, the more it turned me on, this massive wall of my girlfriend's underboob pressing against my body, every curve of her figure growing more and more spectacularly exaggerated the longer we kept going- I tried to go gently, but before long I was hammering away at the underside of her bosom with abandon, setting her breasts jiggling and rolling uncontrollably.

����������� �Oh, damn, there they go again,� Elsie swore, stopping me for a second, mid-pump, her face hidden from me and her voice more distant as the sheer amount of blue flesh between us grew ever more sumptuous, �No, my nipples are already so bloated that fitting them both in my mouth was starting to make my lips hurt, so fuck it; I'm already so full that having you really fuck my tits like this will just make me come that much harder, so come on, really give it to me!�

����������� �Yeah?� I asked teasingly, pounding her breasts harder, now that I didn't have to worry about keeping holding them in her mouth while I did so, and reveling in the way that Elsie's body quaked and wobbled with such submissive willingness, �You were always so shy about doing it like this before.� What makes you want it so bad now?� Finally having a pair of boobs so enormous that even if I were three feet long you could still fit every last inch between them?� Or does it just make you hot to feel your huge, swollen tits slapping against me?�

����������� �Oh, you want to talk dirty then? Maybe I-� Elsie began, as a wet tearing sound sent a shiver through her body and she took a deep breath that sent another surge of expansion rushing into her fulsome belly, � Mmm, there go my panties; I'm kind of surprised they lasted this long.� Oh well, easier access for you now.� Anyway, maybe I just like feeling you getting harder and harder between my tits, throbbing and probing while I only get bigger, and heavier, and so desperately overfilled I don't know whether to beg you to stop for fear you'll poke one of them hard enough to make me explode, or plead for you to fuck my tits even faster, just to find out exactly how much pleasure I can endure.� Maybe you didn't notice, but while you've been ravishing me, your position in my cleavage has been rising steadily further from the rest of my fat, curvy body.� When you first climbed on top on me, you were slipping between my breasts just a few inches from my chest, but now, oh- you must be halfway to the summit.� You haven't bothered to look around you- and why would you with such a tantalizing view in front of you? - but while my tits have been blowing up like balloons, a lot of the rest of me has been expanding even faster.�

����������� �Holy fuck; you're right,� I said, looking around and realizing that while I had been lost in the delights of Elsie's ripening bust, her belly, and from what I could see, everything else, had been filled up to obscenely luscious proportions, my feet now at least a yard off the ground on either side of her swelling form.

����������� �Now can you see why this makes me so hot?� Elsie asked, giving her body a shimmy that squeezed my legs between her sumptuously distended hips and arms now swollen to such size that I doubted I could reach all the way around one of them, �I'm so exquisitely full, so unbelievably heavy now- if I was on top, you be pinned to the ground, completely at my mercy while I rode you, my huge tits slapping against my belly, my hips so thick you couldn't even reach my ass; you'd just feel it slamming down against you, driving you as deep inside me as I could bear, my belly swelling until you'd need both hands just to push it away so you wouldn't be smothered by it, and juice, sweet, steaming hot, and whipped to a lather by my insatiable desire, gushing from my tits, being wrung from my depths as you fucked me, so much juice running down my huge, hot, swollen body that a careless man could drown in it.� But that's not where we are at all, now are we?� Here you are on top, riding me, rocking me, rubbing against my soft, tender tits.� All you need to do is push a little more forcefully or a little faster, and the waves pounding against all my most intimate places will hammer me until I've come so many times I'm just delirious.� I'm so helpless, but please, I think- I think I'm finally coming up on my limit, and I've kept you waiting long enough, please come on and finish so we can get back to the farm before I fill up with too much more.�

����������� �Are you sure you want to keep going?� I asked, concern for my juice-engorged girlfriend momentarily overcoming desire, �We can stop if you're getting too full.�

����������� �I'm okay to keep it up a little while longer, just so you're not enjoying fooling around so much that you stop trying to blow your load,� Elsie assured me, before adding playfully, �Does it make you hot to think of me getting too full of juice?�

����������� �Uh- no, I mean-� was all I could stammer, suddenly feeling that for all her assurances to the contrary, she was not quite so helpless or at my mercy as she had suggested.

����������� �Are you sure about that?� she pressed, taking a deep breath that sent another wave of expansion rushing into her spectacular belly, �So it wouldn't turn you on to know how tight my skin is starting to feel, like my entire body is a balloon that's been blown up with more, and more, and more, until it just can't resist getting even bigger, and even though I've already taken in way too much I'm just so blown up now that I'm helpless to do anything about it?� The pressure is mounting inside of me, growing, growing, stretching my skin so distractingly.�

����������� �Well- I'm not-� I faltered, aroused in spite of myself.

����������� �And it doesn't turn you on in the least degree, I guess, to know that your girlfriend is so desperately overfilled with juice that every part of her body is just drenched with it?� I'm just so wet right now; I don't even have words for it.� I almost wish you were three feet long, and thick enough to match; I'm so slick inside I can imagine you slipping right into me, filling me with something a lot firmer than juice, stretching me out inside until there was ever so much more for the waves inside me to beat against, displacing so much juice inside of me that my tits would probably have to hold another twenty gallons each, just to make room.� As if they weren't straining to hold what they've got in them already...�

����������� �Oh?� I asked, pumping harder, done resisting Elsie's siren's song, her voice growing more muffled as countless gallons of juice aloud sloshed back and forth inside her, and perhaps sensing this, she called louder, her voice ragged and heavy with lust as she strained to make me hear her.� I could feel the sea growing inside of her, like a tide trapped within her body, her breasts swelling as it rushed towards her head, and then her belly enlarging beneath me as it flowed back.

����������� �They're already so awfully distended, my poor tits,� Elsie explained with teasing ruefulness, �You might not be able to see it from there, but they're just getting so desperately overstretched.� Right where they meet my chest, they're pressing up against my neck and I'm getting these livid purple stretchmarks, like my skin is so overloaded it can barely hold all this juice.� I can feel myself just tingling all over too, my thighs- they feel so huge- I can't even imagine how massive they must be by now, my belly- oh, it's like I've pumped a dozen vineyards worth of juice into my poor, swollen tummy, and my nipples, they're already so tender, I can practically see those purple streaks just spreading out from around them, wider and wider, splitting my areolae until they're too delicate to even touch.�

����������� �Is that what you want, then?� I asked, finding Elsie's eagerness to fill herself to the very brink of catastrophe boundlessly provocative, the skin of her breasts becoming excitingly slippery as the juice leaking from her nipples dripped down in between her breasts, �Do you want to get even bigger?�

����������� �Oh, only if you think you'll be able to take your time with me,� Elsie sighed submissively, �I'm growing so much faster now; every second longer you last just leaves me bloated with that much more, every moment making even heavier and hornier.� I think I could get to enjoy it though, letting you distract me here until I'm so swollen all over that when you finally did realize how overfilled your little girlfriend had gotten, you'd panic, trying to heave me into the back of the truck, my skin stretching and creaking as every wasted second brought me closer to bursting.� I'm surprised you can't feel my belly stretching underneath you; the shivers running through my skin as it strains to hold so much thick, slippery juice.� Come on, take your time; I don't want to feel you explode between my fat, juicy tits until I'm so desperately overfilled that you'll have to drive like crazy to get me back to the berry farm before I burst.� Fuck my tits until they're ready to pop like water balloons, until my belly gets so tight that I'm begging, screaming for you to finish, no matter how hard having all this juice sloshing around inside of me is making me come!� Keep filling me!� Ride me until I can't even move, fuck me until I'm pumped so full of juice it'll be a miracle if you can get me back to the farm in time to stop me from getting too full, and make me revel in every second of it!�

����������� The way her body overwhelmed my senses, and her desperate, almost daring urging to push her as far as she could go were too much for me to resist any longer.� I came, shooting myself into the depths of Elsie's ponderous blue bosom, her breasts slamming against me so hard that she cried out in pain, though all the while she bucked and squirmed beneath me ecstatically.� It was a long moment before I was done; by the time I was spent Elsie's buxom cleft was a good deal more slippery than it had been the minute before.� As I pulled out, I saw that I was liberally smeared with juice from Elsie's free-flowing peaks, and when I moved to dismount her, I nearly lost my balance as I discovered just how immense she had become.

����������� �Well, I know I'm not so massive that I'm begging you stop get help before I pop like an overripe tomato,� Elsie beamed, �But I hope I'm big enough that you're not going to be too disappointed?�

����������� She was breathtakingly immense, the highest point of her belly rising fully a foot above my head as I stood beside her, her body one vast study in voluptuousness.� Her belly was perfectly round in front, swelling all the way down to her knees, or at least where I imagined her knees being, her legs so full of juice that they made her look like a rubber sex doll that someone had hooked up to an air compressor and abandoned.� Her hips, her butt, her thighs, even down to her ankles were simply an almost seamless expanse of pneumatic roundness, so thick that she could barely bend her legs at all, and leaving her feet looking absurdly too small to ever support her sumptuous body.� Her arms too, stuck out to both sides, too thick at her wrists to have wrapped my belt around, and so massive near her shoulders that they were now more useful as an illustration of just how flooded with juice she had allowed herself to become than they were for anything useful.� Her breasts, as intimately as I had enjoyed their expansion, still amazed me, both in how colossal they have become, each nearly four feet across and quite full in proportion, but as enlarged as they were, they still didn't look at all too big compared to the rest of Elsie's scandalously expanded figure.

����������� �Hey now, put your eyes back in your head and help me up before I fill up with too much more; I think I can still stand if you lend me an hand or two,� Elsie said brightly, glowing with satisfaction as I gaped at her juice-engorged figure, �So, was I right about the stretch-marks?� All I can really see right now is about an acre and a half of blue boobs and a bit of my arms if I really work at it.�

����������� �Oh yeah, you were right and then some,� I nodded as I reached under Elsie's rounded shoulders and struggled to heave her to her feet, a task made infinitely easier by the fact that she was well on her way to becoming spherical.

����������� Along Elsie's belly and her sides, she sported dark purplish striations, like the marks of a woman nine months pregnant with triplets, exaggerated to an obscene degree, while the upper hemispheres of her breasts, even with the burden of her swollen bust resting almost wholly upon her belly, bore similar lines, the weight and fullness of her juice-brimming melons being, if not quite more than her body could bear, at least clearly more than it could endure without a distressing degree of strain.� Though it was hard to tell with so much purple juice slathered around them, her fat peaks had suffered similar consequences, Elsie's nipples as plump and full as ripe plums, and her areolae split by stretchmarks that radiated from their centers like twin star-bursts.� The juice streaming from her breasts soon spilled down across her massive belly as wall, while I noticed Elsie's inner thighs were thoroughly slickened with juice already.

����������� �Oh, that's a relief, I can still walk-well, waddle,� Elsie said, wobbling precariously on her feet, �I know I said I needed you to fuck me again before we headed back, but I think we might have to wait until we get back to the berry farm for any of that.�

����������� �Oh, and why's that?� I asked, casting about to find my clothes, all of which seemed to have been dyed thoroughly purple by Elsie's abundance, �Are you really worried about getting too full, or was that just you having playing around with me?�

����������� �Well, I do have to admit, after another hour out here fooling around I really might, all dirty talk aside, get so full of juice I could be in danger of exploding,� she said, �I mean, it's not like it hurts or anything yet, but I'm just feeling really full right now, and the pressure inside me, I can't even describe how it feeling to have it just building and building, like my skin only has so much stretch to it, and I've just about reached the limit of how much I can hold before I start getting really uncomfortable.� Second, I think I might actually be too huge to fuck right now.� My legs are so thick I can't spread them far enough apart to walk, if you can call this walking, and between having a belly that I can feel bulging tight against my knees and an ass that's practically overwhelmed my thighs, I'm just not sure I've got room for you know, you, right now.� Don't get me wrong, everything I said about being all wet and willing back there was true; if I thought you could actually get me into a position where you could get the job done, believe me, I'd probably be back down on the ground asking for it, even if I am getting a bit too full for comfort.� I mean, I guess if you really wanted a little more action before we head back, once you get me into the truck you could always climb up on my belly and between my boobs while I sucked you off, but I'm kind of worried that if we wait much longer I'll get too heavy for the truck to carry me.�

����������� �No worries, I don't mind taking a rain check on that one,� I smiled gamely, as I finished zipping up my pants and dropped the back gate of the truck, �Here, can you make it over here or do you need some help?�

����������� Just walking was a challenge for Elsie at her present size.� Being so swollen all forced her to throw her butt out at an awkward angle, leaving the underside of her belly, round as it was, brushing the tall grass as she labored to reach the truck.� I tried to steady her by taking her hand, and when that failed, walking in front of her and trying to hold her prodigious belly out of the way, but neither seemed to help much.� She was still growing too, her body several inches wider than when I'd climbed down from it, and her breasts growing so full of juice that they blew past four feet across and kept right on growing.� Finally, half rolling, half tugging, we pulled her into the bed of the truck and got her positioned as comfortably as possible, under the circumstances, her tremendous curves bulging out spectacularly to either side of the truck, her ass so gigantic that it filled and overflowed half the bed, her thighs too thick to do more than rest along the edges, and her feet pressed firmly against the gate as I closed it.

����������� �Okay then, ready?� I asked, still amazed at the sight of my once-athletic fianc�e weighing down the back end of a truck until its body rubbed against the rear axle.

����������� �Well, I think it's going to be a rough ride,� Elsie said ill-hidden concern, �Just remember I'm already carrying more juice in me than I probably should be, I'm only getting fuller, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't hit every single bump and pothole on the road this time around.� Oh, and not that I think that anyone we might happen to pass on the way is going to do anything but stare anyways, but do you think you could find me a little something to cover up so that at least any car that comes up behind us won't be treated to a widescreen view of my two hundred gallon tits, or however much they're each pumped full of by now.�

����������� �Um, oh, here we go!� I dashed back to our picnic spot and grabbed the blanket, completely sodden with juice from our encounter, �It isn't exactly a bikini, but I think it's the best we'll find out here.�

����������� �Okay, good enough then,� Elsie said appreciatively as I draped it across her chest, barely covering her fat nipples, which almost immediately began to leak through the already-soaked material, �Let's go then, I'm really starting to feel some pressure here.�

����������� I jumped into the cab and turned the key.� Just turning back onto the road was a challenge, as Elsie now exceeded the truck's cargo capacity by an ample margin.� Bumping back onto the dirt road, I bottomed out once, then twice, as Elsie cursed quietly behind me, the rear window filled by the expanse of her moist blue skin.

����������� �Sorry, just let me get on the road here,� I called out the window, �Are you riding okay back there?�

����������� �Just fine,� came her reply, �I know I told you to drive carefully, but don't go too slow, I'm feeling all warm and tingly again like I've got another growth spurt coming on.�

����������� �Right, off we go then,� I agreed hastily, kicking up a cloud of dust behind us.

����������� Elsie was right, as I drove, I could see her growing to eclipse more and more of the side mirror, and the engine was chugging harder than ever to pull its ever-growing load uphill.� Before we were halfway back to the berry farm, Elsie was a least a foot wider on either side, and though I knew she was trying to keep quiet so I wouldn't drive too slowly, I heard her muffled cries of distress every time we hit a rut.� As we rounded the last bend, I was starting to worry that we were going to stall out completely and I'd need to get help on foot, and time was a luxury it was increasingly obvious Elsie didn't have.� I could feel the tremors as her body stretched to contain more juice; even over the rattling of the engine I could hear her belly, her breasts creaking as if those blueberries she had eaten were somehow trying to make her as big and juicy as possible before we reached their mistress, regardless of whether my girlfriend could actually hold that much juice safely.

����������� Coming into the last stretch before the weathered arch that heralded Mrs. Eden's berry farm, Elsie had finally become so alarmingly swollen with juice that I had to drive right down the middle of the road to keep her hips from rubbing against rough-hewn fence posts, and had to dodge more than one mailbox, something that left Elsie groaning with discomfort.�

����������� I saw the old table with its well-worn cloth and load of berries, and the indecently plump Mrs. Eden rose from her seat and stared ad we drew near.� Another half minute brought us to a stop before her, and she ran, with surprising liveliness, to meet Elsie before I had even opened my door.

����������� �Gracious me,� she exclaimed as she looked my juice-filled fianc�e up and down, �Well, it's a good thing I didn't send you off with a double serving like I was thinking of; you look positively fit to burst already!�

����������� �Ohh, I feel like I'm going to explode if I keep filling up at this rate,� Elsie pleaded, looking down at her; the truck's gate groaning as her belly swelled against it, �Please tell me there's something you can do to reverse this.�

����������� �Well, now, don't worry about the first thing,� Mrs. Eden assured her, �We'll just get you down to the juicing room and get you down to a more manageable size directly.� I know you feel like you're about ready to pop, but I've seen plenty of girls get really overdo it with the berries and grow ever so much bigger than you are before they really got themselves in any kind of trouble.� I know you're wanting some answers, and I promise you we've a few minutes to talk at least, so why don't you go ahead and ask me?�

����������� �Why did you this to me in the first place?� Elsie implored, �I wasn't rude or anything; I just didn't want to leave home for the summer; you didn't need to turn me into a human blueberry to teach me a lesson.�

����������� �Well you see, I didn't have much of a choice,� the matronly farmer explained, �While we do grow most of our produce the old-fashioned way, our juice, prized across the country for its healthful benefits, can only be made one way; by finding young women willing to eat the same kind of blueberries I gave you, and then extracting it from them, quite painlessly, I assure you.� It's far more like being milked than it is like run through a winepress.�

����������� �Okay, so I come with you, you drain this stuff out of me so I'm not a freak anymore, and then we can be on our way then?� Elsie asked, feeling more than a little upset at having been lied to and taken advantage of like this.

����������� �Ah, not exactly,� Mrs. Eden began tentatively, �I'm afraid that it takes a little longer than that to get it all out of your body.� In fact, going by how quickly you've grown to this size, you're probably going to be filling up fast enough that you'll need to be drained at least a couple times a day for the next three, maybe four months.�

����������� �Four months?� But I've got things I need to do back in town!� Elsie cried, the look in her eyes suggesting she would have jumped down and seized the woman by her shoulders had she been in any condition to do so, �You can't just hold me hostage for four months until I stop blowing up like a balloon twice a day!�

����������� �Well, and I'm not trying to put this the wrong way,� Mrs. Eden explained calmly, yet with uncompromising resolve, �But you don't really have a choice, now do you?� You're going to need someone who knows how to get all that juice out of you, and I can promise you no doctor in the city is going to have any idea what's happening to you, much less how to make it stop.� Besides, I'm not standing here holding a gun to your head; I've been at this long enough that if I thought you were really getting ready to pop I'd call Cait out here with the tractor to take you off for juicing even if you were� just sitting there cussing a blue streak at me.� And living here isn't so bad as all that; I'll pay you well for your time and service; I always take good care of my girls, and at the end of the summer you'll be ready to head off to your new job, happy as can be.�

����������� �But spending all summer just sitting around waiting to have all the juice sucked out of me-� Elsie complained, �Even if you're paying me, my phone doesn't even get a signal out this far; I'll be bored to death!�

����������� �Nonsense, I've got three other girls in just the same situation as you right now,� the zaftig woman tutted, �And all of them are on at least their second year, they've enjoyed it so much.� And if you think you're big, you just ought to meet Margot, this is her fifth year on the farm and she just insisted on stuffing herself with blueberries when she arrived until I told her she couldn't eat another bite unless she did it in the juicing room, just in case we found ourselves with an emergency on our hands.� I was right of course; that was two weeks ago and we've been having to juice her every three hours, day and night, ever since.� She's absolutely enormous, more than twice as big as you, I'd wager, and absurdly proud of herself for winding up so big that if the juicer ever broke down she'd probably explode before we had time to repair it again.� I imagine you and her are going to get along famously together.�

����������� �So I just sit around talking with the other girls while we all blow up like blimps?� Elsie asked, sounding more and more intrigued despite her strident tone, �I like to go for a run every morning; I can't just sit around all summer without anything physical to do.�

����������� �And you won't need to,� Mrs. Eden enthused, patting the side of Elsie's increasingly overfilled belly, �After the first week or two your body will stop filling up at quite such a dangerous rate, so after you get juiced you'll have a couple hours at least to hike around the farm or do whatever you want to before you start to get, um, unwieldy, again.� In fact, I still need a couple more strapping young men to help dig irrigation ditches and clear brush for the new fields we're opening up, so if your beau wouldn't mind spending the summer here too, you'd have plenty of time together, and even, well now, a bit of privacy, if you follow me.� You probably don't want to hear someone my age talk about such things, but most of my girls enjoy a little roll in the hay when after they've filled up enough that they're starting to get too big and heavy to walk, but are still flexible enough to try a few things.� Then again, judging by how you two took your time getting back here, I expect you might have figured that out for yourselves already.�

����������� �I'd wouldn't mind that,� I broke in, noticing how much bigger Elsie had become since we started talking, her skin glistening more tautly by the minute, her body swelling up until it threatened to envelop her neck, and only too happy to do whatever it took to get her to say yes, �Come on, hon, maybe you'll love it once you get used to it, and you'll have me around to keep you company even if things are a little bit slow out here.� Besides, before we got here you were dreading spending the summer alone and unemployed; I know it sounds weird, but this kind of fixes all our problems.�

����������� �If I say yes, I'd better not catch you eyeing any of these other girls.� If I do I might just have to take matters into my own hands and try to give this Margot a run for her money,� Elsie told me, fixing me with a piercing stare before she looked back to Mrs. Eden, �So, I stay around for the summer and fill up with juice every day, and then you let me go by the time September gets here? And by then I'll be back to normal and not some kind of freaky human water balloon?�

����������� �Ah, almost,� Mrs. Eden allowed, �You won't be filling up with juice any more, and you certainly won't be blue, but, between spending half your time swollen up with several hundred gallons of juice and the fact that even if you're not drinking it, it is very nourishing to the body, well, most girls leave here in the fall with a figure a bit more, um, well-favored, than the one they arrived with.�

����������� �Just how much more?� Elsie insisted, �Am I going to be able to go back to my old life at all after this?�

����������� �Well now, and I don't mean any offense, but you weren't exactly a twiggy little thing when you rolled up this morning,� Mrs. Eden said, eyeing my expanding girlfriend appraisingly, �But I'm pretty sure that when everything's run its course you'll still be shopping for bras in the first half of the alphabet.�

����������� �What?� Elsie cried, staring down at her bust, which was long since swollen several orders of magnitude beyond such concerns, �You're going to use my body all summer and then send me home with a pair of monster tits?�

����������� �It usually balances out,� Mrs. Eden explained, glancing down at her own capacious bosom, �I mean, don't mind my belly; I'm just a fat farmer's wife who can't resist the taste of her own cooking, but most of my girls walk out of here with a pretty impressive hourglass figure.� As long as your fella there doesn't mind you having a bit more Jayne Mansfield in the front and plenty to hold on to a little further down I wouldn't worry too much; most of my girls seem to think of it as a little bonus for their work.�

����������� �Even the ones who come back every year?� Elsie said, still unconvinced.

����������� �Didn't I tell you that about Margot?� Mrs. Eden said with a mischievous glance, �I don't know exactly what she's doing with herself during the rest of the year, but she's been getting curvier every time she comes back to help me out, and she told me the whole reason she wanted to really push herself this year was to find out just how big she could get by the time she walked out of here at the end of the season- and the way things are going she's going to be needing to borrow a wheelbarrow to get herself to the lingerie store, so yeah, most of 'em develop a taste for it.�

����������� �Don't you say a word,� Elsie commanded me, fixing me with a stern look as if she knew I was about to chime in again in favor of all this, �I know you wouldn't mind a bit if I have to walk into that classroom come fall with my boobs hanging all the way down to my waist and an ass too fat to fit through the door without giving up my dignity in the process.�

����������� ��What?� I didn't say anything,� I protested, though Elsie's accusation wasn't too far off the mark.�

����������� �Well now, it's not the end of the world if you walk out of here in a few months with a bit more up top to stretch out your sweaters,� Mrs. Eden said supportively, �I'll be happy to chip in if you need to fill out your wardrobe a bit to look professional for your new job, and if you really can't stand having a figure that can stop traffic with a halter top and a skirt, I'm sure that enough hours at the gym will help reduce you to more socially-acceptable proportions.� Besides, like it or not, the damage is done.� You ate my blueberries, you're stuck here for the summer, I'm offering to pay you very well for it, and if you don't want to find out very soon just how just much juice you can hold, you're going to have to let me have my way anyways, so do we have a deal or not?� You can always decide later how you feel about spending the next year carrying around a pair of tits bigger than your head- and I think I know how your fella is going to vote if you ask him- once you're out of danger and settled in properly.�

����������� �Okay, you win; I'll be a good girl and stay here for the summer,� Elsie conceded, �Don't even bother asking my better half if he's on-board; he's practically drooling at the prospect of having an enormous girlfriend to fuck all summer long and a wife with a huge ass and stripper tits come fall.� Do you hear me mister?� You're going to be paying for this in back rubs and custom-fitted bras for a long time, you know that?�

����������� �Wonderful; I'm so happy to hear you say that,� Mrs. Eden said with a wiggle that set her callipygous figure� bewitchingly aquiver, �And don't even go pretending to be upset with me; I think we both know well enough that this is exactly what you wanted in your heart of hearts: an excuse to stay out here until your job starts up, and an opportunity to stop obsessing about controlling every tiny little thing in your life, and a chance to just enjoy being a young woman in love and having an excuse to have fun with that for a while.� Don't even bother trying to be angry; a week from now my home-cooked blueberry pancakes will be the highlight of your morning.�

����������� �You know, I guess you've got a point there,� Elsie sighed, �As much as I hate having been- transformed- like this, now that I don't have a choice anymore, I'm kind of thinking I might actually like it here.� So, just in case this summer doesn't turn out to completely suck, do I have to register early or anything if I want to spend a few months being huge, blue and immobile next summer?�

����������� �With the way you've been swelling up just while we've been talking, and all those beautiful purple marks just blossoming all over your body?� I've got a feeling you're gonna fill up so fast I just might have to pay you a little extra, since you look like you'll be needing some relief three times a day, at the very least,� Mrs. Eden said cheerfully, �You're welcome on my farm any day, hon.� Hell, if you come back for a couple more years after this one, you might even start giving Margot a run for her money, though of course if you're looking to get into the record books, I'm the one you'll have to beat, though it has been a few years since I was in my prime.� But just listen to me babbling on when there's work to be done; I'd probably just sit out here talking until you really were fit to burst if no one stopped me.� You there, you just drive your girl straight down the road here until you see the big metal barn of your left.� Stop in front of the loading doors, give 'em a honk, and some of my girls will be right along to take care of y'all.� Don't worry; I'll be along to check on you in an hour or so to invite you up to the big house for supper once you're able to squeeze through the front door of the farmhouse again.�

����������� �So, you really don't mind fucking an enormous blue girl whose leaking juice from several places all summer long, and then coming back to civilization to plan a wedding that will absolutely, under no circumstances, involve a strapless wedding dress?� Elsie asked as I hit the gas and the truck rumbled down the country road.

����������� �Look, I just like being around you, no matter what kind of figure you've got going on,� I told her, though honestly, I was certainly enjoying Elsie like this so far, �But hey, when life gives you blueberries-�

����������� �Yeah, maybe this summer won't be so bad after all,� Elsie mused as the barn hove into sight, �I wonder how this whole juicing thing works; it sounds like it might be fun.� You're gonna stick around and watch right?�

����������� �Oh, don't worry about that,� I assured her as we pulled up to the expansive doors, �I wouldn't miss it for the world.� And if you need a little attention afterwards- well, if you ask nice I might be up for lending a hand or two.�