Art by FluffleStuff ! Thank you so much!
I climb up onto my booth in the restaurant, my small, blue kobold body having to climb atop a booster seat on top of the regular seat to reach the table. It’s not a fancy restaurant, yet I came in with a tuxedo on- a quite handsome one if I can say that! A black overcoat covers up a white buttoned-up shirt complete with a teal tie, black pants, and black shoes to match. The whole outfit is a custom fit for me, and it fits perfectly! “Very comfortable, I should wear this in public more often…!“ I think to myself, looking around at all the people. Many furs of different species sit at their own tables, talking with their own friends and family. Some seem to be dressed up nicely as well- On a date, most likely. They make me think of Swift, my folf boyfriend, making me feel alone. I wish he was here with me, that we could flirt and laugh over a nice meal, not separated by hundreds of miles.
Just as I think those lonely thoughts, a Phoenix dressed up in a waiter’s outfit walks up to my table carrying a plate with a slice of pie on it. “Good evening, sir. My name is Spirit, and I’ll be your waiter for this evening. You ordered the blueberry pie, correct?” Spirit put the pie on my table, waiting for my response with a hardened stare with a dash of a smirk.
“Um, uh-“ I stumble over my words, unsure what to say, “I never ordered! I don’t, I mean I- how’d you know I wanted-“
“Blueberry pie?” They chuckled, taking a fork out from their utensil pocket and placing it next to the pie. “It says in the orders that you asked for it. Unless I got it wrong…” the phoenix pulled his notepad out from his belt, flipping it open to study a page. “Table 27, one order of blueberry pie and whipped cream, with extra blueberries on the side.” He flipped the book closed, stuffing it back onto his belt. “Are you okay, sir?” Spirit asked, his fiery feathers fluttering in a breeze blowing through the restaurant. He seems unfazed by the confusion I’m having, if anything he seems pleased with himself. His confidence is quite appealing. VERY appealing. A blush heats up my face, and a small kobold squeak escapes my mouth. I can feel it- my kobold instincts are taking over, and if they do, I’ll become a huffy mess. “I can’t let that happen,” I think to myself, taking deep breaths to control myself. “If I become full kobold, I might start to inflate out of embarrassment!”
“N-No, I’m fuh-fine, I… kobold is good! Kobold loves blueberry pie!” I stammer, feeling the kobold urges kick in. I pick up the fork, my claw trembling slightly. I slowly cut into the soft, warm pie, allowing all the blue and purple juice to spill out, flooding my plate and filling the air with its sugary scent. It smells so delicious, so pure, and full of flavor! Carefully scooping up a bite, I close my eyes as the flavor hits my tongue.
“MMNFH!” I practically moan in delight from the taste. It’s perfect! I’ve never tasted anything as good as this pie- It’s so sweet and tart but sugary and fresh! The taste feels so wild, so natural, something I could only ever possibly dream of tasting! Quickly, I take another bite. The flavor is so good, it makes me wish I could have this every day of my life!
“Mhis mgnh mnsffh!” I try to speak, but my mouth is still full of blueberries. Spirit lets out another hearty chuckle, staring down at me from his height. “Alright then, I’ll let you enjoy your meal- Excuse me for pointing this out, sir, but you’ve… got a bit of a stain on your snout.” He reached into another pocket, pulling out an extra napkin. I reach for it, staining the napkin with droplets of purple juice that lay idle on my blue claw. I can’t see where the stain is, but I can feel a tingle spreading around the tip of my snout, so I decide to start there.
I rub the napkin around, feeling the scratchy surface of the napkin irritate my scales. I take the napkin off my face to see if I got the juice off, noticing how soaking wet the napkin is. Juice drips off of the napkin, and I quickly move it over the table so that my clothes don’t get ruined. A few drops of juice soak into my black dress pants, staining them a dark blue.
“Mmnfh- Did I get it?” I say, swallowing the last of the juice in my mouth.
“Umm, n-no, it seems to be spreading,” Spirit says, a hinge of uneasiness in his voice, “Are you allergic?”
“Wha? Allergic? No, I eat blueberries all the- Ohh…” I moaned, looking down at my stomach. A severe feeling of bloating pressure swelled within me, making me feel stuffed. “I feel funny…”
A loud grumble erupts from my gut as my belly lurches forward, causing me to let out a groan. I quickly put my left claw against my belly, massaging it in a circular motion as something frightening happens- it begins to blow up like a balloon. It’s barely noticeable under my clothes, but I can feel it- My belly is growing bigger every second. “S-Sorry, I need to, uh, use the bathroom!” Quickly dropping my fork on my plate, I hop out of my seat and bolt towards the bathroom, sprinting past tables and waiters looking at me strangely. My belly is definitely noticeable now- my clothes bulge forward, and my belt feels too tight around my waist. As I turn the corner to use the bathroom, dismay hits me like a slap on the face- It’s a one-person bathroom, and it’s occupied.
“Aw, fuck…” I sigh, looking down at my belly. My blazer’s buttons are starting to stretch more, and I can see the white buttoned shirt underneath. The white shirt is stained a shade of blue, just like the spot on my pants.
“Blueberry juice?” I wonder aloud as the scent of my pie still lingers in the air. My belly is almost the size of a small balloon now. “Please, please hurry!” I say towards the guy in the bathroom. I hate saying it- it makes me feel so rude and inconsiderate, but I have an emergency! My body is getting fatter, it’s changing, it’s-
The door opens, and a bull walks out. “Sorry,” is all he grunts as he holds the door open for me. “T-Thank you!” I rush inside the bathroom and slam the door shut, locking it so that no one can see me as I continue to inflate bigger and bigger. My arms and thighs are starting to feel more puffy, brushing against my steadily fattening mass whenever I move them. It feels so awkward and embarrassing, yet it makes me feel good…
I turn around and look at myself in the mirror- my whole body has turned into a dark shade of blue, my blush a shade of violet, and for some reason sweat drips off of my body. I look closer into the mirror, astonished by my transformation. The smell of blueberry pie fills the bathroom with its sugary scent.
I’m turning into a blueberry.
(Google Docs upload)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/.....it?usp=sharing
Absolutely LOVELY commission I got from Fluffle! I just love the expression on Dust’s face so much, he looks SO CUTE!!!
Art by Fluffle, Story by me!
I climb up onto my booth in the restaurant, my small, blue kobold body having to climb atop a booster seat on top of the regular seat to reach the table. It’s not a fancy restaurant, yet I came in with a tuxedo on- a quite handsome one if I can say that! A black overcoat covers up a white buttoned-up shirt complete with a teal tie, black pants, and black shoes to match. The whole outfit is a custom fit for me, and it fits perfectly! “Very comfortable, I should wear this in public more often…!“ I think to myself, looking around at all the people. Many furs of different species sit at their own tables, talking with their own friends and family. Some seem to be dressed up nicely as well- On a date, most likely. They make me think of Swift, my folf boyfriend, making me feel alone. I wish he was here with me, that we could flirt and laugh over a nice meal, not separated by hundreds of miles.
Just as I think those lonely thoughts, a Phoenix dressed up in a waiter’s outfit walks up to my table carrying a plate with a slice of pie on it. “Good evening, sir. My name is Spirit, and I’ll be your waiter for this evening. You ordered the blueberry pie, correct?” Spirit put the pie on my table, waiting for my response with a hardened stare with a dash of a smirk.
“Um, uh-“ I stumble over my words, unsure what to say, “I never ordered! I don’t, I mean I- how’d you know I wanted-“
“Blueberry pie?” They chuckled, taking a fork out from their utensil pocket and placing it next to the pie. “It says in the orders that you asked for it. Unless I got it wrong…” the phoenix pulled his notepad out from his belt, flipping it open to study a page. “Table 27, one order of blueberry pie and whipped cream, with extra blueberries on the side.” He flipped the book closed, stuffing it back onto his belt. “Are you okay, sir?” Spirit asked, his fiery feathers fluttering in a breeze blowing through the restaurant. He seems unfazed by the confusion I’m having, if anything he seems pleased with himself. His confidence is quite appealing. VERY appealing. A blush heats up my face, and a small kobold squeak escapes my mouth. I can feel it- my kobold instincts are taking over, and if they do, I’ll become a huffy mess. “I can’t let that happen,” I think to myself, taking deep breaths to control myself. “If I become full kobold, I might start to inflate out of embarrassment!”
“N-No, I’m fuh-fine, I… kobold is good! Kobold loves blueberry pie!” I stammer, feeling the kobold urges kick in. I pick up the fork, my claw trembling slightly. I slowly cut into the soft, warm pie, allowing all the blue and purple juice to spill out, flooding my plate and filling the air with its sugary scent. It smells so delicious, so pure, and full of flavor! Carefully scooping up a bite, I close my eyes as the flavor hits my tongue.
“MMNFH!” I practically moan in delight from the taste. It’s perfect! I’ve never tasted anything as good as this pie- It’s so sweet and tart but sugary and fresh! The taste feels so wild, so natural, something I could only ever possibly dream of tasting! Quickly, I take another bite. The flavor is so good, it makes me wish I could have this every day of my life!
“Mhis mgnh mnsffh!” I try to speak, but my mouth is still full of blueberries. Spirit lets out another hearty chuckle, staring down at me from his height. “Alright then, I’ll let you enjoy your meal- Excuse me for pointing this out, sir, but you’ve… got a bit of a stain on your snout.” He reached into another pocket, pulling out an extra napkin. I reach for it, staining the napkin with droplets of purple juice that lay idle on my blue claw. I can’t see where the stain is, but I can feel a tingle spreading around the tip of my snout, so I decide to start there.
I rub the napkin around, feeling the scratchy surface of the napkin irritate my scales. I take the napkin off my face to see if I got the juice off, noticing how soaking wet the napkin is. Juice drips off of the napkin, and I quickly move it over the table so that my clothes don’t get ruined. A few drops of juice soak into my black dress pants, staining them a dark blue.
“Mmnfh- Did I get it?” I say, swallowing the last of the juice in my mouth.
“Umm, n-no, it seems to be spreading,” Spirit says, a hinge of uneasiness in his voice, “Are you allergic?”
“Wha? Allergic? No, I eat blueberries all the- Ohh…” I moaned, looking down at my stomach. A severe feeling of bloating pressure swelled within me, making me feel stuffed. “I feel funny…”
A loud grumble erupts from my gut as my belly lurches forward, causing me to let out a groan. I quickly put my left claw against my belly, massaging it in a circular motion as something frightening happens- it begins to blow up like a balloon. It’s barely noticeable under my clothes, but I can feel it- My belly is growing bigger every second. “S-Sorry, I need to, uh, use the bathroom!” Quickly dropping my fork on my plate, I hop out of my seat and bolt towards the bathroom, sprinting past tables and waiters looking at me strangely. My belly is definitely noticeable now- my clothes bulge forward, and my belt feels too tight around my waist. As I turn the corner to use the bathroom, dismay hits me like a slap on the face- It’s a one-person bathroom, and it’s occupied.
“Aw, fuck…” I sigh, looking down at my belly. My blazer’s buttons are starting to stretch more, and I can see the white buttoned shirt underneath. The white shirt is stained a shade of blue, just like the spot on my pants.
“Blueberry juice?” I wonder aloud as the scent of my pie still lingers in the air. My belly is almost the size of a small balloon now. “Please, please hurry!” I say towards the guy in the bathroom. I hate saying it- it makes me feel so rude and inconsiderate, but I have an emergency! My body is getting fatter, it’s changing, it’s-
The door opens, and a bull walks out. “Sorry,” is all he grunts as he holds the door open for me. “T-Thank you!” I rush inside the bathroom and slam the door shut, locking it so that no one can see me as I continue to inflate bigger and bigger. My arms and thighs are starting to feel more puffy, brushing against my steadily fattening mass whenever I move them. It feels so awkward and embarrassing, yet it makes me feel good…
I turn around and look at myself in the mirror- my whole body has turned into a dark shade of blue, my blush a shade of violet, and for some reason sweat drips off of my body. I look closer into the mirror, astonished by my transformation. The smell of blueberry pie fills the bathroom with its sugary scent.
I’m turning into a blueberry.
(Google Docs upload)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/.....it?usp=sharing
Absolutely LOVELY commission I got from Fluffle! I just love the expression on Dust’s face so much, he looks SO CUTE!!!
Art by Fluffle, Story by me!
Category Story / Inflation
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
Size 1223 x 1280px
Really enjoyed this story, it has good pacing and lovely descriptions. Just what a goof blueberry story needs. Can't wait for the next parts!
Oh my horde! Thank you so much, this comment brightened my day!
Also, I know you meant to say “Just what a good blueberry story needs.” But “goof” fits it well too! It’s a pretty goofy story XD
I think this is my favorite story that I’ve written so far- writing in first person is something I’ve never done before, but something I feel super comfortable with. I’ve still got a lot to learn, but I had so much fun!
And thank you so much for the comment! It means so much to me- also it’s the second story of mine yo the given a comment to, so it really, REALLY means a lot!
Also, I know you meant to say “Just what a good blueberry story needs.” But “goof” fits it well too! It’s a pretty goofy story XD
I think this is my favorite story that I’ve written so far- writing in first person is something I’ve never done before, but something I feel super comfortable with. I’ve still got a lot to learn, but I had so much fun!
And thank you so much for the comment! It means so much to me- also it’s the second story of mine yo the given a comment to, so it really, REALLY means a lot!
Glad it made your day. And... thanks for pointing out my mistake. All I can say: when you're an 8ft 2" dragon who has a penchant for swelling into a blueberry at random times, a phone screen can be rather small. Yes, that's my excuse. Mhm! XD
Good. I look forwards to seeing how you tackle the rest of it! :3
Good. I look forwards to seeing how you tackle the rest of it! :3
Well, that’s certainly a valid excuse! Swelling up into a gigantic blueberry all the time can certainly mess with perspective! And, 8 ft 2”!? Wow! I’m only a 3 and a half foot tall kobold! You must turn into quite the huge fruit, wouldn’t you?
And thank you! All this talk is getting me excited to continue working on the second part!
And thank you! All this talk is getting me excited to continue working on the second part!
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