Valerie still stared up at the bloated blue ball next to her, as if it was a mirage that might be broken if she stared hard enough, or that might crush her if she blinked. Her fear and confusion from waking up bound, gagged, and naked, next to one of the most physically powerful species of Pokemon in the world had been terrifying enough, but then she watched the recalcitrant dragon go from aggressive, only to become pacified, turn blue, grow ridiculously large breasts, and inflate like a Driftblim until she was bigger and rounder than an alpha Snorlax, all from some strange blue liquid pumped through the tube in her jaws..

And given how she was similarly tied up with a tube stuck in her mouth too, a pit of dread bigger than her empty stomach was opening up inside her gut that she was going to suffer the same fate.

The tube in her mouth rumbled, and Valerie made a muffled moan of dismay as she saw the same blue liquid flowing towards her mouth. A familiar, sweet tart taste of delicious, scrumptious juice hit her tongue, and all the pieces of what was transpiring mentally clicked into place.

Blueberries?! We're being turned into giant BLUEBERRIES?! By who? How? Why?!

Valerie moaned through her mouthful of blueberry-flavored mutagenic, twisting her head in a vain attempt to loose the tube from her mouth. Whatever anesthesiac had been used to knock her out had left her still woozy, so turning her head just made her nauseous. It had also left her feeling very dehydrated, and she had to resist the urge to swallow. The blue fluid invaded her mouth unabated, puffing out her cheeks and making them press into the clasps around her jaw that kept the tube in her mouth and her lips sealed shut. She moaned again, fear and dread refilling her heart like the liquid filled her mouth. She didn't want to be turned into a blueberry, but the liquid was pumping into her mouth regardless, and in her position, if she didn't start drinking it, she was going to drown in it.

With one last groan of defeated resignation. Valerie swallowed the juicy substance in her mouth. It lit up her mind like the first drink of water and bite of food after a long fast, and it made her feel warm and tingly, like sharing a thermos of hard hot chocolate on a cold night with a handsome stranger. Valerie didn't even realize she was chugging down the blueberry-flavored drink until she was on her sixth gulp. Already she could feel her panic and anxiety ebbing away with the warmth, and the sea sickness being replaced with a soft fuzziness that made her feel like she was floating. She realized the drink must be doing something to cloud her judgement, as if it was an opioid, or potent aphrodisiac, or both, but she couldn't muster up the ability to care beyond noticing.

She thought of how quickly the Haxorus had been pacified, and how much she seemed to enjoy her inflation.

Maybe... maybe this won't be so bad...

Valerie tilted her head up, a drunken wooziness already setting in, and looked down at her lithe, nude body, just in time to see her skin slowly flush from antique white to a light sky blue... just like a fresh, ripe blueberry. Part of her knew that she should be freaking out, knowing that she was about to start turning into a giant, helpless fruit. That part even tried to panic, but she couldn't help but think how pretty her new color looked with her long black hair and the amethyst ribbon left in it, or how beautifully it would compliment the rosy pink and pastel yellow of her favorite dress.

The feeling in her belly went from filling, to full, to filled beyond full. Valerie's eyes widen as her belly began to grow, and grow, and the delightful feelings of warm tipsyness grew along with it. It radiated outward like sunlight, warm as the sun, yet soothing as the moon. It migrated upward, pooling behind her nipples. Valerie cooed through her gulps in joyous surprise as she watched her own breasts begin to grow, swiftly blossoming from tiny little things barely even worth putting on a bra for to full, feminine bosoms, rising like round hills in front of a mountain. She groaned with indulgence, feeling their weight press down on her chest, making her breath even harder as her knees pointed inward in a vain attempt to rub her creamy, thickening thighs together.

Four small [clicks] came from the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, loosing the steel cables as they withdrew into the shadows around her bright circle of light. Her hands haphazardly flew to her breasts and belly, moaning with aroused elation as her fingers pressed into her soft, sensitive, swelling flesh. She had never felt more like a woman than she did now, ironically, when she was turning into a blueberry.

Valerie tried to sit up, if to only to keep from the light from above glaring into her eyes without having to turn her head, but found the weight of her own gravid, growing girth be too great for her. She plopped back down, drunkenly giggling in spite of herself. She rolled to her side, using the counterweight of her billowing breasts to roll onto her burgeoning belly, pulling one of her legs under her and pushing off the ground to get herself upright.

Valerie marveled as she looked down at herself. In just a few minutes, her belly had grown so much that it looked like she'd swallowed a Clefairy, or was pregnant with half a dozen children. She had to spread her legs at over a forty-five degree angle just to be able to make room for it, while her breasts had grown almost as big as her head. Her hands rubbed her belly with all the reverent awe of an expecting mother. Her reverent touches soon turned more sensual. She moaned through her stuffed mouth as she fondled her heaving, pendulous breasts, flicked her stiff nipples, and felt up and ballooning blue belly.

A sensational rush flooded her pelvis, and Valerie nearly choked on her moan as she felt her ass expand until it was almost big enough to touch her calves, and a heat rise from in between her legs like shooting stars. She looked behind her, towards her once lean backside, now two fat slabs of ham, as one one of her hands flew back to feel her new assets, but she moved fasted than she had intended, and her hand met her ass sooner than she expected, unintentionally slapping her meaty blue buns.

Valerie threw her head back and moaned, going through a quick growth spurt as she sucked down one particularly big gulp even harder. Without thinking, her other hand flew in a full arc down to her other cheek, spanking herself as hard as she could. The meaty, percussive [SLAP] was accompanied by another lustful moan, and like a pair of excited, crash-happy Togekiss, Valerie's hands were flying back and forth between as much of her belly and breasts as they could reach, and smacking her swelling ass like the naughty blueberry she was becoming!

Her swelling spread to her sides and down to her crotch, fattening her legs up into cones, pushing her onto backside, while her groin slowly swelled from a groove into her southern pole. Her inflation moved upwards, filling up her shoulders and thickening her arms, limiting her movement. Her hands rubbed over her distended sides, until her arms had grown to tumid to move. Valerie hummed in satisfaction over the loss of her mobility, until an errant notion occurred to her that gave her pause.

She... probably should have used her arms when she still had them to pull the tube out of her mouth.

Granted, if not even a Haxorus could bite through her muzzle, she almost certainly didn't stand a chance to free herself, but the point still stood that she hadn't even tried.

Whatever thoughts were buzzing around in her beyond buzzed on arousal brain were wiped clean when her body had grown round enough, and her ass large enough, to roll her forward a little... right onto her plump, sweltering pussy.

Lights exploded in her eyes like she'd been hit by a Max Starfall. Pleasure until anything Valerie swept through her, making her body shake and shudder like an Aggron hit by an Earthquake. Her breathing, gulping, and orgasmic moaning sporadically overlapped each other. Her vision went as black as her eyes, though the glowed like moons.

Time passed. Valerie eventually came to, for the second time that day, but instead of feeling like she was recovering from poisoning and like her brain itself had been beaten. She felt as warm and fuzzy as if she was being cuddled by a swarm of Whimsicotts. She cooed and softly moaned in her intoxicating afterglow, more potent than if see was sunbathing in a meadow, naked. She flapped her hands and wiggled her feet, feeling how impotent they now were, amazed at how far away they felt, in awe of how big she was: at how amazing she felt.

She turned her head from side to side -- which wasn't much, considering her new body had absorbed most of her neck, too -- drinking in the novel feeling of her jaw so soon pressing up against the vast curve of what used to be her shoulders. She looked as much to her right as she could, and noticed she was now at the same eye level with the Haxorus. Their eyes met, and the Haxorus's relatively minuscule hands flapped excitedly from within their divots as she looked back with delighted chitters, her blood red eyes glinting with happiness... and a knowing smirk. And then, to Valerie's honest to Arceus surprise, the Haxorus started purring.

Valerie looked away with a bashful blush and an embarrassed smile But truth be told, the exhibitionist thought of cumming her blueberry brains out in front of another girl came with a sense of its own sordid satisfaction, even if she was a dragon.

Well... at least I'm not alone...

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Second part of a flat color commission for opaquesheep

So my old tin of Prismacolor colored pencils -- so old they still have the gold lettering on them -- also came with two complimentary Prismacolor NuPastels, and just my luck they both happened to be blue! And despite having them for so long that Bellymanga was still posting when I got them, I finally got to use them!... or one; the lighter one.

However, and I have no idea why, the light blue pastel stick has a tendency to leave streaks of violet-blue under certain circumstances. I tried to avoid this phenomenon as best I could, but with that much area to cover, mishaps were inevitable. However, in a rare case of serendipity, I think the imperfections actually improve the drawing, as the lines add an organic texture like you might find on the skin of a real blueberry, and the curvature adds contour that helps convey just how big and r o u n d of a blueberry Valerie has turned into.

I also really like how her eyes turned out, even if I could have made them a little more squinted, and I couldn't get the purple of her pupils or bow exactly right.

It's pretty rare to see Valerie as a blueberry. The other other person I've seen draw her as one is bigb3rri, so it was a pleasure to give her some of the juicy love.