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She swells up into a gigantic blueberry, throbbing with pressure. Eight feet wide, she's leaking from her fat tits, and going to burst and make a horrible mess. But she wants you to keep her skull as a memento.

Chronicle your experience with the poor doomed Angie, and how she got this way.

>> No.1663141

It was all a dream. Was it the blueberries you ate before she left you for Brian?

>> No.1663148

She's rubbery, she's blubbery,
She's lapis-lazuli in hue,
She's rolling through the shrubbery,
She seems to have turned blue!

From rubbery to blubbery
To blueberry, girl who
Once here beneath the shrubbery
My purple penis blew!

>> No.1663153

your fetish is dumb

>> No.1663200
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1663200

More fuel for the fiction

>> No.1663209
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>>1663141
>my face when my name is Brian.

>> No.1663218

>>1663137
It's a god-awful small affair
to the girl with the mousy hair.

>> No.1663254

>>1663141

You, sir, should write more limericks.

>> No.1663259

Who is this?

>> No.1663264
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1663264

>>1663259
Why, like what you see?

>> No.1663266

>>1663264
Indeed, sir.

>> No.1663270

>>1663266
I am out of pics ATM but her name is Angie Verona. Google-Fu is your friend! Mind being mine and writing about her poor messy demise in return for her name?

>> No.1663272

Here is a link to all of Angie V's pics
http://imgur.com/a/qwJQm
enjoy fags

>> No.1663274
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1663274

Oompa loompa doompity doo...

>> No.1663300

>>1663270

ah man she looks pretty young now I feel like a creep

>> No.1663306

>>1663300
Don't worry. She's eighteen. Besides 17 is legal in most states 16 in others. I mean just look at her. My fantasy for her is ridiculous and I don't feel too bad lol

>> No.1663355
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1663355

Bump for glorious prose

>> No.1663399

>>1663355
Leonardo_looking_at_a_futuristic_motorbike.jpg

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1663417

Holy shit.

>> No.1663729

I don't care what it's about, somebody needs to write about this girl NOW. Those luscious tits, that pretty face, that toned tummy, even if she's turning into a fruit.

*explosion of semen*

>> No.1664024

Having a really bad night. Bump please.

>> No.1664030

>>1663729
haha man what if you met your soulmate and three months before the wedding you found out that they were really, really, really into the idea of violet beauregarde with a tight little six-pack

>> No.1664112

>>1664030
You talking about her? She's solid, for certain.

>> No.1664137
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1664137

Would you please roll the young lady down to the juicing room at once, please?

>> No.1664153

>>1664024
I'm sorry dude. Had I any skill at writing, I'd try and help you out. I like you - you may have a crazy fetish but you're polite and earnest about it, and enthusiastic.

Things will get better, man.

>> No.1664159

"IT'S FLAWLESS" giggled the wobbly titter-mouse as he saw the poison in the steam. His two pastel-colored penises wiggled and shuddered as noxious, paint-smelling Laughing Poison cast colorful streaks in the flowing water. The titter-mouse giggled some more, his filed-down teeth chattering in the air as his great big wobbly belly shook and shuddered that of a stupidly pregnant, laboring whore. "I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL THE HUMANS DRINK FROM MY URINE-POISON..."

...and here he looked around at the other cartoon forest creatures around him, who had no choice but to stay and listen, as they were in varying positions of crucifixion...

"...FOR ONLY THEN WILL THEY SEE THE TRUTH AS I DO!"

Here, the titter-mouse roared again with the mad, hateful passion of a creature who knows what is Real, such as Suffering and Color and Cute and Poison.

His twin penises squeezed out the last viscous drops of poison from their many-teethed openings and the cartoon animals moaned in pain. It was going to be a very good day.

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>>1664153
Thank you kindly. :) I wish I didn't have such a fucked up fetish, but I try to be honest about it's complete silliness.

And man, dem tits!

>> No.1664213
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1664213

Alright /lit/. Time for bed. I've had a rough evening so if anybody would like to write up a lil inflation/skull collecting horror story starring this lovely lady for me to get some morning wood to, I'd appreciate it. If not, well that's cool too. Though not really. But thanks anyway. You're some good people on here. Good night.

PS tits

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1664555

Bump.

>> No.1664596

She must be killed at once to prevent the spread to other hot babes.

>> No.1664643

Name?

>> No.1664665
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1664665

Bump kindly for prose?

>> No.1664673

Those breasts are superfluous.
effing gross.

>> No.1664714

We had someone back at school who had a body like this and just as pretty a face. She seemed to be somewhat of a figure of hate though, which I never fully understood.

>> No.1664720

Angie's swollen belly made disturbing gurgling noises as it bulged outwards under the massive internal pressure that was pulling her skin taut. She groaned as she rolled over on to her side, feeling the detached organs in her torso slosh around her impossibly-bloated body. The single beam of moonlight filtering in between the curtains illuminated a thin stripe on her gigantic purple tummy.

With the sickening sound of tearing flesh, the girl's skin reached the limits of its stretchability and ruptured in a broad seam that split her open from sternum to navel. Wanton gouts of bluish guts spilled forth on to the spotless white rug, staining it with dark splashes.

It was a terrible loss. The rug had been shipped to the house a week before from Turkey, at great expense. The transit had taken seven weeks in all, as it spent its time in multitudinous lorries that took it on its circuitous path through Europe. Once time, it had been left in a depot for two weeks, languishing in a corner until a particularly studious employee noted the neglected, tubular parcel and set it, once again, on its way. That employee had gone by the name of Alphonse D'Aronno, an astute biomedical scientist turned parcel-handling-agent, but his story is for another time.

The pile of the rug was thick and luxuriant, and the border was embroidered with intricate patterns sewn by hand in green and blue thread. Now it lay ruined, the cumulative sum of thousands of man-hours of skilled labour irreperably destroyed by dozens of litres of thick goo pouring from Angie's destroyed carcass.

As Angie expired, she wept a single tear for the magnificent floor-furnishing beneath her.

>> No.1664736

>>1664720
HHHHHHRNGH DAT FLOOR FURNISHING

>> No.1664764

>>1664720
Needs more about her clothes, in a similar vain. How pretty her sweater was and that it was stretched and burst, etc. Same with pants, undergarments.... Oh my...

>> No.1664809

>>1664720

burn the internet to the ground salt the earth where once it stood

>> No.1664832

>>1664764

Ah well, for such details it would be necessary to have a flashback: a memory of the moments leading up to her untimely demise when she staggered, clutching her stomach, into the study, whose floor had been so recently lavished with the exquisite rug.

She had dressed primarily for comfort that day, having no need to leave the house except to collect the single carton of skimmed milk which had been set upon her doorstep at half past five by the milkman - a swarthy fellow with a great, wiry beard that cascaded down his chest like a waterfall of steel wool.

After arising from bed at eight forty, Angie had showered before breakfast and dried herself with a fresh towel, ever so slightly crisp from where it had been left hung up to dry (her tumble-drier, you see, was broken, the result of an unfortunate power surge a few days prior that had also damaged several kitchen appliances). Having removed the water from her smooth, fair skin, she had pulled on a pair of white cotton panties, and slipped into a pair of comfortable grey sweatpants. She had donned a faded blue t-shirt, and these had been her only articles of attire while she sat eating her breakfast and watching re-runs of Dexter's Lab on Cartoon Network. Her TV set, a dated LG flat screen, was showing signs of its age, and tended to have trouble displaying reds.

Afterwards, feeling ever so slightly chilly (perhaps it was the sight of the grey clouds in the sky), she put on a woolen sweater of dark burgundy she had received as a gift the previous Christmas. Her feet, too, were becoming a tad chilly, and this she remedied by selecting a particularly cosy pair of thick, rainbow-striped socks from the second drawer of her cabinet.

And she was still wearing the same clothes when, much later in the day (well after the sun had set), she stumbled into the study, whimpering in agony as her stomach lurched and rumbled.

>> No.1664895

>>1664832
And what happened to her clothes next? You know, before her guts sullied the floor.

>> No.1664921

>>1664895

Well, the vast majority of the swelling was localised to her torso, and so her socks remained intact throughout the whole ordeal. At first, as the transformation started to take hold, she felt a crushing pain around her abdomen as her sweatpants stretched tight around her bloating body, constricting the growth of her belly. They could not hold back the inflation for long, however, and there came a point where they split along both seams simultaneously, tearing downwards suddenly as the strain was released, and drooping to the floor in tattered rags.

Her sweater suffered much the same fate: initially able to stretch around her as she ballooned outwards, the wool was soon pulled taut acros her burgeoning purple breasts. The relative deformabilities of each garment should be considered: as her t-shirt was less able to support gross changes in morphology, it had already quietly torn beneath her sweater, the sleeves left clinging to her arms while it rode up on top of her belly. The sweater yielded to the strain perhaps half a minute after that, springing upwards as her bloated tummy bulged out beneath it, purple and near-spherical. There were a few panicked seconds where Angie found herself unable to breathe due to the woolen garment constricting her chest, and then it burst apart all of a sudden, tearing itself in several places at once and being reduced to a tangle of woolen threads.

Her panties were the last article of clothing to be destroyed; the waistband dug painfully into the soft flesh of her thighs as they expanded ever-outwards. The stretching of the undergarments caused them to ride up between her buttocks, giving her a painful wedgie that persisted for a disagreeably long time before the panties burst around the waistband and peeled away from her, exposing her girly bits, which were by now a rich shade of violet.

>> No.1664929

>>1664921
Aw, her poor clothes! A Christmas gift, no less! Only her socks remained, huh? And the band ofher panties, though they must smart. Cutting into her like that, I'm surprised they didn't pop her when she got too big.

Poor thing must be mortified. Is anybody in the house watching this, by any chance?

>> No.1664948

I can't wait for the Mammoth book of blueberry girl stories.

>> No.1664953

>>1664929

It would later transpire that the only witness to the terrible events of that evening was Jorge, the gardener. Having become engrossed in his activities that afternoon, he had paid no heed to the lateness of the hour when darkness fell, and he found himself squatting in the shadows as he tended to the chrysanthemums.

Engrossed in the duties which he always enjoyed, partly for the love of the flowers, and partly because it kept him away from his surly wife back at home, he was roused from his concentration by a wet popping sound heard through the window below which he crouched. Jumping to his feet, he became concerned by the strands of viscous, blue slime which were spattered across the window's inner surface. Pressing his face to the glass and peering in, he beheld the sight of poor Angie's now-deflated body, spread out on the finest rug he had ever seen. Clutching his hands to his mouth in horror, he stumbled backwards, catching his foot on his discarded trowel. The bad step caused him to lose balance, and he toppled over completely into the rose-bush, cursing loudly as the prickly thorns tore at his bronzed, well-tanned skin.

>> No.1664956

>>1664953

The rose bush was planted next to the chrysanthemum bush and they were quite close together, before someone picks me up on that. He planted them that way because he enjoyed the way the colours complemented each other.

>> No.1664957
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>>1664953
But what about the person who found her room in that mess? I'm sure Jorge high tailed it out of there. But somebody has to clean it up... And collect the memento... Whether it needs cleaning or not is yet to be seen, but I assume it would have to be processed before being a pretty sight to display.

>> No.1664991

>>1664957

You might well ask which person it was who liberated the body of its head, carefully scoring the flesh with a knife before peeling it from the skull like a mask. You might wonder what would posess somebody to spend such painstaking care cutting away the surplus tissue, inserting a steel-tipped suction hose in through the eye socket, and drawing out the brains to leave a hollowed out cavity.

It was these very same questions that crossed the mind of the recently-promoted Lietentant Armes of the local constabulary, who had found himself summoned at this grudgingly late hour by the panicked gibberings of some spanish fellow calling from a payphone. The informant had long since vanished by the time he arrived at the house with his colleague, a man named Kenneth whose glabrous head gleamed with a glossy shine in the moonlight as they stepped from the car, causing Armes to recall the rumours that the man treated his head twice weekly with a special kind of polish.

They had found the front door open, curiously enough, and, announcing themselves and hearing no response, they had checked the rooms one by one until they reached the study to find the skull leering up at them from where it rested on the floor, sitting upon a plush cushion of red velvet. The window at the room's far end hung open, and the curtains billowed inwards in the draft, moving like fronds of seaweed in a lazy ocean current.

Neither of them could fathom why the goldfish bowl, placed atop an oaken dresser with a thin cloth on top of it to protect the wood, was warm to the touch. The bodies of the goldfish were floating sideways on the water's surface when they found them.

>> No.1665014

this thread is why terrorists hate the west

>> No.1665024

>>1665014

Perhaps they might strike out by unleashing a fearsome biological weapon that causes nubile young girls to swell up into gigantic blueberries 0_0

>> No.1665164

This is all awful but at least it's what she requested, isn't it?...

>> No.1665177

>>1665164
>she

>> No.1665420

These are awful things, but she's kind of a prostitute so I'm not sure how I ought to feel about this. Bad? Ambivalent?

>> No.1665427

>>1665420

You should feel morose, perhaps lugubrious. Enjoy fapping to it, you sick little monkey.

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>>1665427
Lugubrious is a fitting term. Feels erotic/lugubrious, man.

>> No.1665607

She looks like a cartoon of a hot girl.

>> No.1665803

bump for moar

>> No.1666079

>>1664991
gotta wonder if the officers saw the dimple in her chin when they found the skull on the pillow

>> No.1666099

I'll never tire of the weekly blueberry fiction thread-starter out there, whoever it is. Godspeed.

>> No.1666229
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1666229

>>1666099
Thank you, friend! Be you a writer? Hop in, make up your own little tale about poor little Angie's strange demise.

>> No.1666232

>>1666229

Sorry, I'm under contract to Onionring, or The Sign, or whatever her new name is that I cannot decipher right now on account of having imbibed all this alcohol

>> No.1666234

>>1666099
The thing about it that I love is that it's not a troll, it's just one very polite guy.

>> No.1666241

>>1666234

I admire his persistence. Nearly every time I check, there he is. Perhaps there's something to that 'Peaceful Resistance' nonsense of Gandhi's.

I do not, actually, care for the content of the threads. It's a bit bizarre and novel for me

>> No.1666246

>>1663218

second favorite bowie song, noice.

>> No.1666252

>>1666232
What, she have online nicknames or something?

>> No.1666295

bump for cute girl

>> No.1666299

>>1666246
It's my first.

What's yours?

>> No.1666347

Bump for pretty girl being humiliated.

>> No.1666419
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1666419

pic related

somebody call a doctor!

>> No.1666521

>>1666419
This is actually a really cute picture.

>> No.1666537

Oh hey it the troll with autism that used to spam berry boy on /co/

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>>1664137
You no longer have to crane your neck to fap.

>> No.1666624

dogged determinism

>> No.1666629

need moar pics

>> No.1666656

I do wonder what Angie would think of these horrible fantasies focused on a very weird death. This isn't just rape or bondage; this is silly stuff.

>> No.1667227

Bbump

>> No.1667244

>>1667227

What more do you want?

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1667248

What the fuck am I supposed to do with her skull?

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1667253

thought i posted this earlier but here's a collection of all her pics (or at least most of them)

http://imgur.com/a/qwJQm
http://imgur.com/a/qwJQm
http://imgur.com/a/qwJQm
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http://imgur.com/a/qwJQm
http://imgur.com/a/qwJQm
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http://imgur.com/a/qwJQm
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http://imgur.com/a/qwJQm
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http://imgur.com/a/qwJQm
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http://imgur.com/a/qwJQm
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http://imgur.com/a/qwJQm

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1667250

Angie

Aaayyyeeeeeennnjay

>> No.1667256

Dearest Angie, you are now a blueberry with blueberry-juice spewing spigots for teats. You want me to keep your skull? How bout we take some polaroids of you in your bloated state. I'll make much more money off of the pictures than I will from the bony excrement of your corpse.
Have you ever seen that Monty Python movie about the meaning of life and the scene with the fattest man on earth. There, at the end, where John Cleese goads him into eating just that last niblet of food, the literal straw that broke the camel's back. No, I didn't think you did. Usually women who spend so much time preening their physical images like you did in the years prior to your enballoonment just now have so little in the way of personality. Yes, yes, you have 'spunk'. That quality that basically explains all the stupid shit you've been doing for fun during your adolescent years. Unfortunately, that is not the substance of true personality.
Why am I being so mean to you, with the state that you are in now? Look, I understand you are in a bit of a bind right now. But we all have our crosses to bear, and if I took pity on you because of your current state, then I would essentially be saying that I don't believe you are strong enough to handle the difficulties that everyone in this world must face. Poor you, right? Well it will only make you stronger in the end. And if you don't make it, well please don't take this the wrong way, but I do believe you would make an excellent pie. Quite an excellent dessert to pair with the stew I'm planning for your rabbit.

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>>1667248
...if you don't want it...

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>>1667258
Haven't we got better things to worry about?
Like how the fuck did a twenty-year-old woman turn purple and explode?

>> No.1667291
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1667291

My ideal blueberry story with her would be that she's at her boyfriends house, and he's already left for work. She finds the gum on his bedside table after getting dressed in what she has in that first picture. A little bit of her turning blue, getting upset, and then you just cut to the boyfriend coming home. And there she is, a bloated blue babe, eight feet around, in his room. Clothing in tatters (but she's still a bit covered), clearly about to die. Gonna make an awful mess. Wonka arrives at the door to take care of for the poor guy. Rolls the blueberry away to be processed, but the boyfriend waits in another room. Wonka soon comes out and produces her nice little skull, perfectly polished, for him to keep as a memento of his gorgeous and stupidly curious girlfriend. It's what got her, in the end. It happens *every* time...

>> No.1667332

>>1667291

But why did he have the gum? And why did wonka know when to arrive? SO MANY QUESTIONS

>> No.1667339

>>1667332
Clearly Wonka saw this babe walking down the street and planted it when he knew she'd be alone. Perhaps before bursting her and making the trophy for the boyfriend, he can mention to her that she has it coming, that he loves watching sluts like her get their due, etc.

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1667370

>>1667291
>>1667332
>>1667339
So does anybody feel like trying to write this up? I'd be very appreciative.

>> No.1667379

>>1667370
Lonely stalker thinking a random girl on bodybuilder site will like him if he typed her a story.

>>>/b/. Go back there.

>> No.1667386

>>1667370

I don't know, the inclusion of her boyfriend is kind of an insta-turnoff. It means she's not pure.

>> No.1667387

>>1667386
Hah, then just make it that she's touring the factory or something. lawlz

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>>1667339

I don't know man... Willy Wonka just doesn't seem like that kind of guy.

>> No.1667400

>>1667392
Well then just make up something that would work, to you. I'm not looking to read this as a story, if you catch my erection. If you're kind enough to try and whip something up for me, I just ask that it has the transformation, embarrassment, and eventual messy ending. However you want to do that is fine by me, though I do tend to like having somebody else be witness to it, so they can tease her the whole time and make her feel hopeless, even though she's in a horrible situation. If you feel like.

>> No.1667413

I see OP is branching out:

>>>/d/3461502

>> No.1667427

>>1667413
WHOA. That is not me, actually. But I gotta check this out.

>> No.1667449
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1667449

Just going to bump again for the hopes of a story. Maybe her friend is the one that finds her.

>> No.1667536

misogynist bump

>> No.1667548

feminist sage

>> No.1667550

Angie thought the blueberries tasted a little strange while she was eating them - perhaps they were going off. Best that she eat them now, rather than letting them go to waste. There was nothing else around to have for breakfast, anyway - her friend had eaten the last of the cereal before leaving for her job at the agricultural genetics laboratory. Angie finished her breakfast, and headed to her room to get dressed.

She shrugged her dressing-gown from her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. She picked a simple pair of grey, cotton panties from her underwear drawer, and pulled them up around her hips before putting on a pair of socks, which were white with a red stripe around the ankle. She finished clothing herself: a white sports bra strained to contain her generous bosom beneath a woolen sweater, and close-fitting jeans hugged against her thighs. She adjusted her outfit in front of the mirror, before returning to the living room.

Something was starting to feel very odd in her stomach. She picked up the carton the blueberries were in, and turned it around in her hands, looking for a sell-by date. There didn't seem to be any nutritional information at all, just a weird symbol made of three interlocking crescents. Then she dropped the carton, letting out a surprised gasp, as she saw that the tips of her fingers had started to turn blue...

>> No.1667563

>>1667550
I can't wait to see where this goes...

>> No.1667572

The colour seemed to be spreading fast from her fingertips. She held up her other hand, and saw that it had already turned entirely blue. She lifted her sweater up to behold large, purple patches on her belly, spreading and merging with each other as her skin transformed to a deep purple. Her tummy was starting to bulge out now as well, the flat abdomen she had worked so hard to get into shape was ballooning into soft rolls which spilled over the waistband of her jeans, which were starting to become uncomfortably tight. Her sweater started to stretch out as her chest expanded, and she let out a moan as she felt her body bloat outwards.

Soon the tightness around her waist was unbearable. She had staggered halfway to the telephone, intending to call for help, when the zipper on her jeans burst open, freeing more of her soft, swollen flesh. The sudden lurch caused her to lose balance and she toppled over on to her side, her fall cushioned by her large, soft body. She let out a helpless-sounding cry as she rolled over on to her back, unable to right herself, like an upside-down tortoise.

Her chest was feeling uncomfortably constricted as her sweater stretched outwards. It also felt kind of wet, and she craned her neck to peer over the curvature of her inexorably swelling boobs. There were a pair of dark purple patches staining her sweater, where some kind of fluid had seeped through. She wrigged from side to side, trying to roll herself over, and as her clothes moved over her chest she realised that the liquid was seeping from her breasts...

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mfw one scene in a kid's movie inspired thousands of people to develop a blueberry-fication fetish

>> No.1667579
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>>1667572
When her friend gets home, please make sure to have her be angry with Angie for meddling with her experiment! That's why she decides to be merciful and pop her, to end her misery.

>> No.1667586

She was afforded a better view of the source of the purple goo when her sweater burst apart entirely, splitting at the seams with a loud tearing sound. Her bra had likewise ruptured, and the articles of clothing fell away from her, soon lost beneath her. Her breasts, heavy and swollen, drooped away under their own weight. A layer of the purple slime glazed their surfaces, shining wetly. Angie kicked her legs in the air, her fists clenched as she waved her arms around uselessly, wailing in utter incomprehension of the transformation she was undergoing.

There was another tearing sound as her jeans were shredded by the pressure of her bulging flesh. Her panties, long since stretched to their limits, gave way with an elastic snapping sound. The last of her clothes fell away from her, leaving her helpless and naked, a huge, purple sphere with little arms and legs waving around ineffectually.

She was still completely unable to roll herself over, and let out weak little cries as she rolled around on her back. Her tummy was feeling horrendously bloated now, every part of her body was straining to contain itself. She heard a key in the door, and leaned her head backwards to see who had arrived...

>> No.1667597

"Angie!" Tessa's voice was stern as she stepped in through the doorway, and took in the situation with a suspicious lack of surprise. "I told you not to eat those blueberries!"

Angie, lying on her back, was looking at her upside-down as she tried to offer an explanation. "There wasn't anything else!" she said. "What the hell is going on?" she added.

"My experiment," said Tessa. "I was going to take them into the lab today, but I forgot to pick them up when I left. And now I come back to find that this has happened? This is just great..."
"Make it stop!" Angie pleaded. "Please! There must be some way..."
"Oh, there is a way," said Tessa. "I'm just not sure if you deserve to be made better. I did warn you."
Angie, lost for words, let out a sad whimper.
"It's not all bad," said Tessa. She walked over to the swollen girl and placed her hand against the taut flesh of her belly, feeling the skin yield beneath her palm like a balloon. "We haven't seen the effects of the growth compound on a human subject yet. I'm sure the other scientists will be interested to see the effects."

She knelt down to bring her face close to Angie's. "There might be certain... cranial effects, which could be interesting to observe," she added.

>> No.1667623

>>1667597
The way this is going, I am going to need a bucket.

>> No.1667624

Tessa let Angie languish for a few minutes as she rocked back and forth. Her belly was gurgling loudly, and the purple secretion from her breasts was flowing forth at an impressive rate. It was an unexpected side-effect of the chemicals, and Tessa prodded Angie's boob gingerly with her index finger, causing a gout of the slime to squirt out from her nipple. She collected some of it on her fingertip, licking it off and testing its flavour.

"Hmm," she said, "interesting. I'll have to write that in the report. But now, Angie, I'm afraid we must conclude this episode."
"No!" cried Angie, "please, turn me back!"

She continued to plead as Tessa went to the kitchen, rummaging around in the cutlery drawer. She returned with a steak knife, eight inches long, with a gleaming, serrated edge. She grinned as she approached Angie, holding the blade's tip against her index finger.

"Oh god!" screamed Angie, "Tessa, don't! Te-"

Her cries were cut short by a loud, wet, popping sound. Tessa had thrust the knife-blade into the tight skin of her belly, and the rupture of her body was almost instantaneous. Thick strands of blue-purple goo were draped across the walls and floor, and the area where Angie had lain moments before was covered in a six-inch layer of translucent violet slime. Tessa sighed, and wiped the worst of the goop from her face.

>> No.1667631

Tessa set the steak knife down on the floor, and knelt down to look at what remained of her unfortunate friend. Her clothes were clinging uncomfortably to her now as the slime started to seep through the fabric, and so she removed them, pulling her blouse off over her head and unfastening her skirt. She poked around in the slime-puddle with the tip of the knife, pulling up sticky strands from the mass and peering at them closely.

The girl's torso seemed to have borne the brunt of the explosion - her arms and legs were still intact where they had fallen. Angie's arm was draped across the coffee table, while one of her legs was wedged beneath a cushion on the sofa, the foot drooping down sadly. The girl's head was intact too, her face fixed in a permanent expression of surprise.

Angie had some inklings about certain secondary effects of the compound, but to verify them, she would need the girl's skull. She took the knife in her hand once more, and set about the process of skinning the head, scoring neat lines around the girl's purple scalp and peeling it away to reveal the slightly pink bone beneath it.

>> No.1667633

>>1667631
I hope she does something erotic with her prize. Lol

>> No.1667637

Cleaning up the skull took up the rest of Tessa's day. She phoned in to the lab, barely able to contain her excitement as she told them she needed to stay behind and work on something, and that she would be able to present the results tomorrow. She cleaned Angie's skull of skin and muscle clinging to it, and scooped out the brains through the nose with a coat hanger. She left it soaking in paint thinners while she made a trip to the hardware store.

Fortunately, she was able to find what she sought fairly quickly - Tessa returned home an hour later with large jugs of clear-setting two part epoxy resin, fine-grit sandpaper, and a can of silicone-based mould release agent. She lifted the skull from its solvent bath and gave it a thorough going over with the sandpaper, working downwards in grit size until the bony surface was brought to a glossy shine. She constructed a mould from the plastic of DVD cases, a cube about ten inches to a side. She placed the skull in its centre, and poured the syrupy resin around it.

She had been barely able to contain her excitement that morning. Tessa leaped out of bed, running over to the mould and very carefully pulling the plastic sides apart. The skull sat within, grinning at her from within the block of glassy resin. A little polishing work on the surface and the artefact was beautiful, the surfaces lapped to mirror-smoothness.

The other members of her reasearch group had been just as excited when she presented them with the skull, along with the notes she had taken about poor Angie's ordeal. Things were looking good for the blueberry genetics research department...

>> No.1667639 [DELETED] 

In exchange for blueberry-related services rendered to /lit/, all that I humbly ask for are comments or pointers on my writing style.

>> No.1667650

>>1667639
Hrm. Fill in the odd detail for me and I will do my best! I'm on my phone though, is there anything in particular you want an opinion on?

>> No.1667655

>>1667650

Loldeletedpost. Guess I changed my mind...

>> No.1667656

But in general, I mean, was it OK?

>> No.1667658

>>1667656
It was great. Could have used more humiliation and a bit more time talking with Angie (I would have liked for her to beg for the end) but great details all around. What do they do with the skull at the lab though? And what does Tessa tell Angies friends?

>> No.1667695

I'm sorry I'm not a professional critic or anything but I thought it was very well done. Very... Erotic horror.

>> No.1667708

>>1667658

EPILOGUE:

The rest of the day was spent taking various measurements of the skull, although it was necessary to drill a small hole in the block's underside to extract some of the bone matter for testing. At the end of the day, tired but satisfied with the results of her work, Tessa took the skull back to the house. It took her five hours to mop up all the mess in the living room, but eventually she had it looking reasonably clean again. A lasting, faint purple hue on certain parts of the wall made her consider that she might have to repaint the room.

She set the skull alongside her pillow when she went to bed that evening, snuggled under her duvet wearing a silky blue nightdress. She gazed into the empty eye-sockets of the skull as she drifted off into peaceful sleep.

She took the next day off work to deal with the reprocusions of her friend's demise, but her lab supervisor was quite accommodating. She made extra sure that there were no traces of Angie's body left in the apartment, and disposed of her mobile phone in a nearby river. She called the police and reported her missing at 10 AM, doing a very convincing job of seeming distraught and tearful as she explained that the last time she had seen Angie was the night before, when she had left to go to the convenience store. She spent the rest of the morning being interviewed, and returned home after lunch.

The whole affair had taken less time than she expected, and so she made use of the free afternoon to watch her Stargate SG-1 DVDs, sprawled out on the sofa with a bowl of doritos balanced on her tummy, and a jug of iced tea.

>> No.1667717

>>1667708
Thanks hah. I like equating the shape of the skull to how pretty the girl is. And this ones quite the looker. I bet her skull is too.

Dat dome!

>> No.1667774

>>1667708
Did Tessa giggle seeing the dimple in her chin afterward?

>> No.1667812

>>1667774
Perhaps not quite a giggle. Maybe a smirk.

So tell me this, OP - I can sort of make myself understand the appeal of the blueberry inflation thing - I'm sure you watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory when you were at an impressionable age, and there are probably other factors that make it appealing, like the swelling of her body and how helpless she is during the process.

But the skull thing, I cannot make sense of at all - it's just crazy! What's the appeal?

>> No.1667825

>>1667812

it's sadism; it's cartoonish but it's definitely sadism. my guess is he doesn't have the balls to be forthright about wanting to hurt women so they have to turn into blueberries and explode

he should probably go rub one out to looney tunes and get the fuck off my /lit/

>> No.1667826

>>1667812
Man I have NO clue. I've always liked the messy explosion but the skull thing? I have no idea at all. I think it might just be a phase, it's happened before as far as the particulars of the demise go. I wonder what it could be? A power thing? Most fetishes are when you break them down.

Anyway. Blue skulls are hot. lol

>> No.1667829

>>1667825

Why you gotta be like that, anon? :(

>> No.1667831

>>1667826

Maybe posession of the girl's skull signifies some sort of ownership, or dominance over her.

>> No.1667853

>>1667831
Yeah probably. It'll probably change to something else soon enough. For a few months I liked the idea of vaporizing girls, like in that newer War of the Worlds from a few years back? Yeah, I don't know how that could be erotic either.

Takes all kinds!

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>>1667831
I think it may have arisen after having seen Predator for the first time in years.

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>> No.1667957

>>1667708

>a girl watching Stargate SG-1

Nope, sorry, killed my suspension of disbelief absolutely dead

>> No.1667958

>>1667957
lol

if you really think about it, that's all you really want out of life, right?

>> No.1667972

>>1667631
What did she and her colleagues need it for again? What does it tell them about the serum?

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>pic related

>> No.1668044

>>1667972

Goodness me, will it never end!?

Tessa's intuition, along with several years' experience working in biochemical research, suggested to her that there might be a structural homology between a certain Vaccinium corymbosum growth regulation hormone and a human hormone known as cephalic calcification regulation factor 1 (CCR1). The growth factor is expressed in the bone marrow, and they were able to obtain a sample of the tissue using a biopsy needle.

During the first day when they worked on the skull, Tessa homogenised and extracted the biopsy material and started the lengthy process of running it down a gel affinity column using a high-performance liquid chromatography machine. She was able to program in an automated set of procedures using the machine's software, but, in order to get good separation of the compounds being investigated, it was necessary to set the program running for two days.

After she finished watching most of the first season of Stargate, she sent an e-mail to her department's elemental microanalysis suite, requesting that they perform elemental composition analysis on her samples once they were ready. Having sent that, she called up her friend Lauren, an organic chemist working on the synthesis of steroid nuclei using palladium-based coupling reactions. It took some convincing, but eventually she persuaded Lauren to agree to help her take NMR specta of the column fractions.

That night, Tessa lay in bed with a spectroscopy textbook, trying to remember all the things she had forgotten from her undergrad proton NMR course. She would be needing them very soon...

>> No.1668060

>>1668044
A fine way to go for a classy girl. Glad she was more useful as a fucking skull than as some slut. The skull was the best example to obtain, I bet.

>> No.1668089
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dat blue blush

>> No.1668140

>>1663274
even her pussy is cute

>> No.1668209

bumping for moar horror content

>> No.1668274
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Predator is related.

>> No.1668495

>adventuresofberrygirl.jpg

>> No.1668749
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Picture the buttons popping while she blushes a dark blue. Yowzah!

>> No.1669033

This thread needs a good old bump.

>> No.1669200

pre-bed bump

>> No.1669215

I jacked off 3 times today, I didnt feel anything
I feel tired like a motherfucker on monday morning
Its like wacking off without pleasure
you keep on doing it because you feel like its gonna make you feel good but it really doesnt
you just end up dissapointed as fuck and wanting for more
Im so lonely
I saw a girl on the way to my place
she stared at me for more than a 5 seconds
Im ready to fall in love with her even though she looks like shit
I just need a little attention thats all

>> No.1669224

>>1668749
Christ. She's literally straining the buttons with her breasts.

>> No.1669239

>>1669224
You know that's more the cut of the shirt than anything, right?

>> No.1669248

>>1669239
Who gives a hoot. They're still like ripe warm cantaloupes.

>> No.1669250

>>1669239
And the shadows of her boobs.

>> No.1669255

>>1669248
>warm cantaloupes
That's not a good description

>> No.1669260

God damn I love this slut

>> No.1669638

Bump

>> No.1669807

>>1669260
We all do. We all do.

>> No.1669906

We should find her contact details, just so somebody can link her to this thread.

>> No.1669922

> wake up
> 1:45 PM
> "I can't wait to read books today."
> open /lit/
> "Eight feet wide, she's leaking from her fat tits..."
> 141 posts and 33 image replies omitted. Click Reply to view.

>> No.1670033

>>1669922
HA

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>> No.1670375

I find it hard to believe that this bitch has no nude photos.

>> No.1670380

>>1669922
> "I can't wait to read books today."
> open /lit/

your problem started earlier than you thought

>> No.1670395

>>1667708

The description of the rest of her afternoon made me :3

>> No.1670442

>>1670395
D'aaaaw, why?

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pic related

>> No.1670616

Three days.

>> No.1670677

>>1670616
yeah but only like two days worth of writing

>> No.1670843
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1670843

Eh, what the hell. Bump.

>> No.1670857

just make this a sticky and get it over with

>> No.1671305

A stick would be a bit much. I do wish there was more content though. Girl is beggin' for it.

>> No.1671540

>>1667708
>>1667637
>>1667631
>>1667624
>>1667597
>>1667586
>>1667572
>>1667550
moar like dis?

>> No.1671620

not sure if guro, not sure if care. blueberries make the best girls, or vice versa. I forget

>> No.1671722

mbpasd

>> No.1671809

>>1671540

Surely you can't want more of the same. Come up with another interesting story request.

Like... a girl turning into a giant strawberry.

>> No.1672005

>>1671809
Fuckin' smexy.

>> No.1672193
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>>1671809
You know what could be kinky? She's running through the the jungle being chased by The Predator. She feels a dart hit that perfect ass of hers and within minutes she's swollen up with her own blood into a sphere in the middle of nowhere with nobody to help her. Her clothes stay on though, and she doesn't change color. Maybe her eyes turn red. She hears him coming and soon he's standing before her, admiring his work. Pokes her, walks around her while she just flaps her hands and feet uselessly. After he's done toying with his prey, the three little laser dots appear on her forehead and he finished her off and claims is trophy just like in the movies. He's even got that skull-cleaning kit he got at the Space Camping Goods store. Wears her skull as a codpiece, hehehe.

>> No.1672443

>>1672193
Bump for this.

>> No.1672550

>>1672193
>>1672443

"Oh no," said Angie, "I am being chased by the predator. Help."

She carried on running through the jungle, with the low shrubs and branches of trees lashing against her skin as she stumbled onwards. She wore a pale green sweater over a white cotton t-shirt, both of which were stained heavily with her sweat. She also wore a mini skirt, white kneesocks and a pair of sneakers, which were not approrpiate attire for the jungle.

"Raargh," said the Predator, which had been gaining on her steadily. Suddenly Angie felt a sharp pain in her buttock and turned around to see that some kind of dart had embedded itself in her callipygean posterior.

"Aaah," she said.

Whatever chemical was contained within the dart caused a strange transformation to take place in her body. She started to swell up, becoming a large sphere of bloated flesh with her arms and legs protruding comedically. She rolled around helplessly, flailing her limbs. Her sweater was torn to shreds by the vast size increase of her ample bosom, and her mini skirt was likewise destroyed by how big she had become.

"Oh no," she said.

>> No.1672566

>>1672550

The predator taunted her for a while, which added to her sense of helplessness. "Why are you doing this," she said. There was no reply from the Predator because he does not speak English.

"Parlez en francais seulement," he said.

He prodded at her for a while, causing her to rock back and forth. "What is to become of me," said Angie. She was apprehensive about the swollen state of her body which was eight feet wide and taut like some kind of flesh-zeppelin.

"Raargh," said the Predator, again, and decapitated Angie with a swift blow of his throwing disk thing. (It's been ages since I saw the film he has some kind of throwing disk, right? Like Xena? Man, Xena was pretty hot. You just don't see that these days, she was a strong, independent woman and yet still totally hot and appealing. Seriously. I would hit that so hard, if I weren't afraid she'd crush my pelvis between her bronzed, well-toned thighs. Maybe I would go for that other girl who hangs round with her instead, fuck, I can't even remember her name lol.)

Anyway after that the Predator cleaned up Angie's skull until it was nicely polished and it generally looked very nice. He set it upon his mantlepiece and would come to tell the story of how he came to posess it to his grandchildren, years later.

~~The End~~

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>>1672566
>>1672550
Well that's very sweet of you, though I'm sure you don't mind if somebody else takes a crack at it. But for your troubles, here! Have some tits, my friend!

>> No.1672588

>>1672573

HOW ARE YOU SO POLITE

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>>1672588

>> No.1672675

Bump in the hopes of a Predator story in a similar vein as the Tessa one but somehow with even more.

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I assume this silence is indicative of stories being written!

>> No.1672766

Angie bounded home from the blueberry fields, the sun beaming down violently on her huge, sweaty tits. She emptied her brown, laced basket on the kitchen table. The berries looked minuscule compared to her gigantic titties, which were now exposed, and secreting slight amounts of blueberry milk. Then, she accidentally blueberry and skulls and shit.

>> No.1672811

Four.

Full.

Days.

>> No.1672851

Mission accomplished!

>> No.1672854

>>1672851
Hm?

>> No.1672932

>>1672851
Aw, I was hoping you meant you had written a nice long story chronicling the hunt through the jungle.

>> No.1672992

>>1672193
pre-bed bump for this please?

>> No.1673382

>>1672992

OP, perhaps you could develop a different weird fetish for us to write about? Otherwise we risk monoculture.

>> No.1673385

>>1673382
how about a nape fetish?I think i could get into that.I always wanted to have a fetish.The back of the neck is not respected enough!

>> No.1673433

>>1673385
Well she ends up with her head being popped off, does that count? Her neck is sort of involved.

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>>1672193
>>1672193
>>1672193
>>1672193
She'd end up like this, naturally.

>> No.1673749

bump

>> No.1673776

>>1673385
i met a wonderful lass with some space invader tattoos tapdancing across the back of her neck last week.
do you consider this a desecration, or awesome?
(I would have gone for the former prior to having seen it, and now i would rate it as YEAH)

>> No.1673778

>>1673749

There is a time when things like this need to stop and we've clearly passed it

>> No.1674964

>>1673778

.jpg

>> No.1675086

>>1674964

-_-

>> No.1675680

Still no love for the Predator scenario, huh? There must be Predator fetishsts out there somewhere. I've seen Rule 34 on 4chan before. Lots of it.

>> No.1675707

>>1663137

its unfortunate that her nipples are shit tier and her pussy is a worn out mess

>> No.1675767
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god bless camera phones

>> No.1676290

>>1675680
I shall present to you, my deep and artistic interpretation of poor Angie's plight:


Jungle. Runnningrunningrunningleavesbranchestrees
PURSUER
Follows gaining breathing snarling bloodthirsty
POISONED DART
":(", says Angie, the stricken girl falling mud around her skin TAUT BULGING
INCOMPREHENSION
---
Swellinggroaninghuge, ball-of-flesh existence ANGUISH
CAUGHT
imsorrydaddyi'llbeagoodgirlipromise ;_;
REBUKED
A thousand agonies under leaf-filtered sunlight the body rolling to and fro the hunter dotingoverhisprize
Angie sees herself, the predator
ROARS
bestialbellowshriekingscreamingcrying HEAD
SEVERED
SUDDENLY
And Angie looks down
The corpse of her father
spreaduponthegroundlikeabearskinrug
SUFFERING

#=-&&* The End *&&-=+