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The Evil Genius Alliance

Part 2B: Enzyme #0803A

Adela's blood went cold at Leire's words. “Blue?” she said, her hands shooting up to feel her face. Her grimace quickly melted away into one of rising panic.
Leire simply nodded, and watched in fascinated horror as what started as a blue splotch on Adela's nose seemed to spread outwards across her frightened face, like a fresh stain on a white carpet. In only seconds, the blue had reached her wide eyes and mouth.
As it did, that sweet taste only intensified on Adela's tongue, and she blinked rapidly in surprise. That taste... it seemed familiar to her, but what was it? She wracked her memory, trying to identify the flavour. Maybe if she could figure out just what it was she had ingested, she could figure out some way to counteract its effects...
As she pondered this, the blue continued on past her face, traveling up her scalp, down her chin, and past her ears. The blue spread unabated and it wasn't long before her whole head was a light shade of blue, bringing out the intense green of her eyes.
“Are you feeling quite alright, Adela?” called out Vanessa from the other side of the glass. “Looks like you ate something that didn't quite agree with you.”
“F-fuck you,” Adela replied as her hands trailed to her neck, where she could feel the tingling spread. If she had a mirror she would have seen that same light blue hue traveling down her neck and towards her cavernous cleavage, where her H-cup breasts waited, unsuspecting of what was in store for them.
But Leire could see all this just fine, and her mouth fell into a shocked “o” as her eyes followed the azure descent down Adela's neck.
“What's happening to her!?” she cried to the two scientists watching them.
“Oh, come on, Leire! Don't tell me you don't recognize our handiwork! You and I worked on this for months!”
Leire was confused. “'Our' handiwork?”
“Exactly!” Ivy grinned proudly. “Say hello to enzyme #0803A , in the... well, in the flesh.”
“Enzyme...” Leire's eyes went wide with recognition. “What!?”
“Leire...” Adela said, not liking the surprise in Leire's voice. “What is it? What's enzyme #0803A ?” She glanced down in alarm and noted that the blue was traveling up her pale arms. If this continued, she'd be covered in no time.
“It... it was just a formula Ivy and I were working on,” Leire replied. “But it's harmless! It's meant to preserve various fruits and maximize their shelf-life! It's completely safe!”
“Yeah, well...” Ivy said, a guilty look on her face. “Vanessa and I miiiiiiight have toyed with it a bit.”
“Mm,” agreed Vanessa with a smile. “Perhaps not quite as safe, but I'm sure you'll agree, the results are much more interesting.”
“You fucking bitches!” Adela slammed a blue hand against the glass. She looked down and could see the blue working its way slowly past her shorts and down her exposed thighs. “Whatever this formula is doing to me, stop it now!”
Vanessa made a tsk sound with her tongue. “Oh dear,” she said. “Are we resorting to crude insults already? Honestly, I expected better from a genius such as yourself. After all, you remember what you said to me in the halls only a few short days ago, don't you?”
There was a pause as Adela glared at Vanessa, the only sound in the room being the soft gurgling coming from Adela's stomach. “Is... is that what this is all about?” she finally said.
“What happened?” Leire asked. “What did she do?”
“Why don't you answer her, Adela?” Vanessa said. “None of us are going anywhere anytime soon, so a story might help pass the time.”
Adela grimaced as the blue continued down her legs, past her shins. She was nearly completely blue at this point. “Oh my God, you two are insane!”
Vanessa ignored that barb, and instead began to tell the story herself. “It was early in the afternoon, and I was walking down the hallway of the lab, when who should I pass by, but Adela and Amaya, the esteemed head researchers of this facility. Normally, I'd just walk right by them, but I could hear that they were having a bit of an argument.” She glanced at Adela. “Do you remember what the argument was about?”
Adela was only half paying attention to this rambling madwoman, as she was horribly fixated on the blue traveling down her legs as it disappeared into her socks. She craned her head to examine the back of her legs, twisted her arms in front of her face, then lifted the bottom of her shirt up an inch. Every part of her that she could see, from the back of her legs to her arms to her stomach, was a light blue. She wasn't sure if this was the full extent of the formula she had swallowed, but somehow, she severely doubted it.
“Hmm, looks like the resident genius is preoccupied,” Vanessa noted. “Maybe we'll return to the story in a bit. For now, let's see how she fares.”
“I'm... I'm blue...” Adela said, stunned.
“Another astute observation,” Vanessa said, rolling her eyes. She leaned towards the glass and spoke very slowly, as if she were talking to a baby. “Why yes, Adela. You are blue!”
Adela glanced up from her own stomach to glare at the brunette scientist. “Oh, shut up. If you think this changes anything, you're wrong. So you got the drop on me. So what? Doesn't change the fact that you're just a petty little woman.” She grimaced in discomfort. The queasy feeling was getting stronger, the gurgling louder. “And a dumb formula that makes people turn blue doesn't somehow make you a genius. Face it, Vanessa. I'm still the smarter scientist. Always have been. Always will be.”
Vanessa was very quiet as Adela – despite her discomfort – shot Vanessa a patronizing grin. Ivy noticed that Vanessa was visibly trembling with outrage, and took a small half-step back from her partner. A moment passed without anyone speaking. Then two. Then Vanessa shrugged.
“We'll see about that, now won't we?” she said quietly. Adela's smile slowly faded as she brushed a blue hand against her own gurgling stomach.
“Ivy!” Leire said. “I don't know what Adela did to Vanessa, but you can let me go, can't you? I didn't do anything!”
“Ooh, no can do, Leire,” said Ivy. She shot Leire a grin. “Nothing personal, I hope you understand. You were actually a pretty good lab partner, all things considered. But no, we can't have you snooping around.” When she saw Leire's expression of horror and betrayal, she sighed. “Oh, will you relax? This is going to be fun!” Ivy then gestured towards a completely blue Adela. “Look. A scientific breakthrough happening before our eyes, and you have the best seat in the house!”
Leire was going to continue to plead, but she was cut off by a groan beside her. “Adela?” She turned to see the woman hunched over and gritting her teeth, breathing heavily. “Are you okay?”
“I'm f-fine...” the blue scientist replied through clenched teeth, but it was clear to Leire that she was anything but.
“You know,” Vanessa said, “blue really does suit you. Brings out the green of your eyes. If you ask me, this is going to be an improvement.”
“F... f-fuck... y-” but Adela's curse was cut off by another groan as the gurgling intensified. Her insides churned and roiled and she felt like she was going to be sick. This is all wrong, she told herself. She chided herself for being so careless, for walking right into Ivy's trap. And now she was going to suffer for it. “Ngggh!”
Leire gasped and Ivy hooted and Vanessa only stared as Adela's breasts seemed to push out from behind their confines of her green tank top. Already huge to begin with, the pair of fleshy globes shuddered and swelled like blue water balloons and Adela's nipples pressed insistently against her bra.
“Ohmigosh!” Leire shouted. “Adela! Are you okay?”
“Of course she is!” replied Vanessa. “Who wouldn't want big fat tits like those? Eh, Adela?”
But Adela was not okay. Far from it. She could only stare in disbelief at her absolutely humongous breasts as they strained against her shirt. And as shocking as that was, even worse was the pressure. Her tits felt full of some sort of liquid, and it was horribly uncomfortable.
“Oh God...” she muttered as she continued to stare. “This can't be happening...”
“Oh, but it can!” Vanessa cried. “It is!”
The pressure was getting worse, tendrils of discomfort that spread from her chest to her belly as the gurgling got louder. Much louder. So loud it practically pounded in her ears. She tried to remain defiant, to remain in control. “Mark my words...” she said, raising her eyes from her tits to the two women observing her. “I will get out of here.”
“You will...” Vanessa agreed. “Just not on your own two feet.”
Before Adela could question Vanessa's words, her own gurgling stomach gave a rumble and then began to lurch forward, slowly swelling outwards like a pregnancy in fast forwards. She gasped despite trying to keep her composure, while Leire gave a frightened little yelp and hopped back. Adela ran a hand up and down her belly, which was beginning to develop a bit of roundness as it stuck forward, peeking out from under her shirt. Like her tits, her stomach felt so full, as if she had eaten a five-course meal. As she rubbed, she could hear something inside sloshing around.
“Oh, fuck,” she wheezed over the gurgling and sloshing. She widened her stance to accommodate her growing belly, huffing with the weight and the exertion as sweat beaded her brow. She had to concentrate. Had to think of some way out of here. Out of her predicament. But no matter how she looked at this problem, no matter which angle she approached it from, see couldn't see any way out.
Vanessa must have noticed Adela come to that realization, because her smile only widened. “Ah, you see it, don't you? How completely we've outsmarted you?”
“Keep t-telling yourself that,” Adela snapped back, despite the fact that she had a growing suspicion that Vanessa was right. Damn it, there was something she wasn't considering. Some clue she had overlooked. There had to be. But it was getting harder to think over the sloshing and gurgling her body was making, and the intense pressure her body was feeling. Her eyes flicked to the glass, then to the door, then to the control panel, then back to the glass. As she was considering her very limited options, her belly sprang out further, pushing the bottom of her shirt upwards towards her heavy breasts and forcing the top button of her pants to pop open.
“Peek a blue!” Ivy chirped with a giggle. “I see you!”
“Adela...” Leire murmured in sympathy. “Are you feeling okay?”
“I... I feel so full...” she murmured, running a hand along her jutting belly. Her heavy breasts continued to slosh with what felt like heavy liquid as they pushed against her straining shirt. Her blue thighs trembled as whatever was filling her up began to work its way southward past her stomach, pooling into the twin curves of her ass cheeks. She let out an involuntary grunt of discomfort as her butt joined in the swelling, both cushions pressing against her shorts and panties, already tight to begin with and searching for as much room as possible. And through it all, that sweet taste in her mouth lingered. “...like... like a balloon filled with water...” She didn't want to think about what happens to balloons that are filled past their limits.
“How can I help?” Leire asked, running a hand along Adela's shoulders.
Adela opened her mouth to respond, then closed it. She tried to think of something to tell Leire. Some instruction to give her that could help them escape. But nothing came to mind. She was out of ideas, and it scared her. A fresh wave of discomfort washed through her, and she grimaced.
She could feel her shorts cutting into her thighs as they grew too small on her expanding blue rear. Her expanding breasts aching against her restricting bra. Her shirt digging into her belly. And all throughout her body, that liquid churning against her blue flesh. If only she could relieve some of this pressure – of the fullness inside her. Maybe then she could actually think.
“Leire...” she said. “Help me... unhook my bra...”
But Leire just stared at her, confused. Adela noticed the girl's hesitation and hissed in irritation. “Come on! It's going to cut me in two if you don't hurry.”
“I'd listen to her if I were you,” Vanessa added. “She always knows best.”
“You stay out of this...” Adela huffed, then reached behind her and lifted up the back of her shirt. “Hurry...” Leire circled around and stared at the straps of Adela's dark bra, which were pulled painfully tight against her blue flesh.
“Okay, Adela,” Leire said. She reached out tried to unhook the woman's bra. It proved difficult at first, the clasps digging deeply into Adela's back. But with nimble fingers, Leire managed to get them around the hooks and with a slight tug the bra came free.
Adela exhaled loudly as her tits rolled forward against her tank top, free of their tight prison. Though her pants still felt uncomfortably tight, and her body felt no less full, it was at least a small improvement. Maybe now she could think clearly.
“Better...” she muttered, breathing heavily. She smiled at Leire gratefully. “That's... much better. Thank you...”
Leire offered a weak smile back, still clenching the dangling garment. “So, what do we do now?”
Adela tried to concentrate on a solution. “Just... let me... let me think...” She turned back towards the glass, then arched her back so that she could see if there was any possible escape towards the ceiling. As she did so, her nipples – no longer constrained by her bra – brushed against the fabric of her tank top, and she let out a gasp. Oh my god! Somehow, the formula she had ingested must have rendered her nipples exponentially more sensitive, because the mere friction of her shirt against them sent shivers of pleasure up and down her spine. “Aghn!”
Hearing Adela cry out, Leire dropped the bra and rushed once again to her friend's side. “Adela! What's wrong?”
Adela blushed a darker shade of blue, embarrassed that she had just cried out at the intensely pleasurable sensation against her nipples. “N-nothing...” she replied, turning to face Leire. As she did, her breasts once again rubbed up against her shirt and she bit back another moan. Damn it, what was happening to her? Taking off her bra may have been a mistake after all. She had to concentrate. Had to figure out a way out of here.
She made her way to the glass door, doing her best to ignore the way her breasts swayed against her shirt with each step. This wasn't entirely difficult, as her body had other things to worry about. By now, her growing rear was hopelessly too big for her shorts, and her ass resembled that of a woman who had tried to squeeze herself into a pair of pants two sizes too small to the embarrassment of all around her. She wasn't so much walking anymore as waddling. And still she felt so goddamned full, like she was ready to burst.
Still, she had a job to do, so she waddled towards the door, large blue ass wobbling back and forth, blue tits scratching against her shirt, belly sticking out shiny and blue and proud. After half a dozen of the hardest steps of her life, she finally made it, and the door stood before her.
Okay... just have to examine it. See if there's any lock that can be overridden. Any circuits that I can rewire. No problem. I'll be out of here in no time.
She reached out to feel along the door's edge and leaned forward to get a better look. Unfortunately, she failed to account for her newly-swollen tits, and they squished against the glass door, causing Adela's eyes to shoot open at the sensation. She pushed herself backwards, but that only caused the fabric of her shirt to continue to rub up against her nipples. “Ahn.”
“Adela?” called out Leire from behind her. “What is it?”
“Yes, Adela,” agreed Vanessa on the other side of the glass. “Whatever is the matter?”
“I'm f-fine!” Adela stammered, but the now-constant feel of friction against her breasts was getting to be too much to ignore. Damn it, she had to concentrate. But her body was making it so hard as she was assaulted by physical sensations on all fronts, most notably in her tits. She tried adjusting her too-tight tank top, but that only made the sensations worse. “Ugh! Ahn. Damn it...”
“You know,” ventured Vanessa. “It might be easier for you to think if you just took off that constricting top.”
“You be q-quiet,” Adela said as she tried once again to adjust her top into something resembling a comfortable position. That task was proving to be impossible, though, as her tits continued to swell against her shirt. Her belly and ass were giving her similar trouble, though they weren't nearly as sensitive. She brought a hand up to her left tit in an effort to ease the sensations running through it, but that only made it worse. “Gnah...”
“Are you quite sure?” Vanessa said.
“You... you don't t-tell me what to d-do...” Adela countered absently as she brought another hand up, this time to her right breast. “hnn...” Damn it, this wasn't working either. Her nipples were just too sensitive to the touch... too sensitive for her to think properly...
As much as she hated to admit it, maybe Vanessa had been onto something when she had suggested Adela take off her top. After all, no top meant that nothing would rub against her titties. And if nothing rubbed against her titties, then maybe she'd be able to actually think better. Adela grimaced, but told herself that just because she was trying Vanessa's suggestion didn't make the woman smarter than her. Adela was still the smarter scientist. She knew that. Everyone knew that.
Shooting Vanessa a scowl, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and slowly worked it over her head, then flung the green top against the floor, allowing her tits to be free. She sighed with relief as they wobbled in the cool laboratory air. That was so much better. Now she could finally start thinking properly.
“Adela!” Leire gasped at her now-topless friend. “What are you doing!?” Adela merely turned towards Leire and rolled her eyes. Leire didn't understand why Adela was topless because Leire wasn't smart like Adela was. Leire didn't understand that this was all so that Adela could think better and help them both escape.
Adela looked down and gasped when she realized just how big her blue boobies had gotten. Each tit was bigger than her head, and at the end of each breast was a rock hard nipple, dark purple in colour and almost as big as her thumb. No wonder her tits had felt so achey, cooped up in her tiny tank top. It really was a good idea that she had taken it off. It felt much better now, how the air tickled the blue flesh of her breasts in a way that still felt nice but wasn't distracting like before.
But still, there were other parts of her body that were distracting her, and making it hard for her to be the genius she normally was. She grit her teeth in discomfort as her ass strained against the tearing fabric of her shorts.
Have to do something about that too... Adela thought to herself. She absently traced hand along the slope of one of her breasts, offering a soft moan at the pleasant sensation. That helped a bit. Making her tits feel better helped counteract how her ass was feeling so tight. But that wasn't enough. She had to make the bad feeling go away completely if she wanted to be able to concentrate and escape.
Vanessa cleared her throat. “Perhaps you might want to consider removing your shorts as w-”
“I... guh... I knew that!” Adela snapped indignantly between groans. She felt a flush of embarrassment that Vanessa had come up with such a smart solution before it had even occurred to her, but she quickly consoled herself. I would have thought of it first if only it weren't for how tight my shorts are on my ass. I'm smarter than Vanessa. I'm smarter than everyone, but my pants are on too tight so I'm not thinking as good. She grinned. Once her pants came off she'd once again be the smartest woman in the room. I'll find a way out of here and everyone here will see how smart I am.
So with a grunt of exertion she hooked her thumbs into her shorts and started to wriggle back and forth, her huge naked tits swaying with the motion. But despite her efforts, the shorts wouldn't budge, caught as they were against her ample blue hips. She tried again, but it was no good. Her ass was simply wedged in too tight, and Adela let out a frustrated groan.
“Leire!” she called out over her shoulder as another wave of pressure pulsed through her growing rear end. “I... ung... I need help!” Leire approached the woman, but did so slowly, as if afraid of the blue scientist's nudity. “Hurry...” she panted. “Help me get my shorts off!”
“Um,” Leire said. “What?”
Adela rolled her eyes again. “You... ugh... you heard me!” There was no time to explain, so she simply added, “It'll help us escape!” She grunted and tugged again, her whole body sloshing back and forth. Failing to see anything else she could do to help, Leire gingerly reached forward and grabbed hold of the straining shorts. “Ughh.. come on!” Adela shouted, hopping up and down, her tits flailing madly and sending jolt after jolt of pleasure up her body. “Come.. agh.. come on!”
Inch by inch, her shorts worked their way lower and lower on her wide hips. From her position behind Adela, Leire got an up close view of her friend's wide ass crack as it began to peek out from the top of her pants. First a small dimple of blue flesh at the base of her spine, but as the pants sunk lower and lower, the dimple became a crease, then a cleft, then a wide chasm between jiggling ass cheeks as Adela slowly mooned her friend.
“Now that's what I call a blue moon!” Ivy shouted. Vanessa rolled her eyes at her partner's pun, but the grin was still on her face.
“Ahh!” Adela sighed with relief as the clothing was lowered past the widest point of her hips. “That's better!” Leire took several quick steps back as the big blue woman shook the pants past her legs, kicking off her shoes in the process. Now that Adela was clad in just socks and green striped panties that didn't cover much at all, Leire could see just how much the scientist had swollen. Her huge tits sat quivering on top of the mound that had once been her belly, supported on hips nearly twice as wide as Adela had been before this all had begun. And she was still growing, surely and slowly. The woman was stroking her belly with one hand and running another absently up and down the slope of her right breast, a faint smile on her lips.
“Adela? What now?” Leire demanded. The smile on Adela's lips faded, and she turned her attention towards her friend, vaguely annoyed.
“I'm thinking!” she snapped. “Jus' wait, don't rush me!”
“Yes, Leire,” agreed Vanessa. “You shouldn't rush genius. After all, Adela is such a smart scientist, and now that her meddlesome clothes are gone, she's likely to outsmart us all.”
Adela smiled at that. Finally, a bit of recognition. Vanessa got it. Got how smart she was. How much better she'd be able to think now that she was nice and naked. In no time at all she'd be able to think of something that would fix everything and help her escape and make her boobs and butt and belly not so big and blue. Yes, everything was falling into place.
“Oh,” Vanessa added. “But you're not completely naked, now are you? I guess you're not as smart as you could be.”
Adela's smile fell, and she looked down at the panties that were stretched and straining against her widening hips, at the socks that clung to her feet. Vanessa was right, she still could be even smarter. Then she'd definitely find a way out. “I knew that!” she said. Without a moment's hesitation, she peeled her panties from around her blue frame and tossed them away.
“Adela!” Leire cried. “Stop!”
“You be quiet!” Adela yelled back. Leire didn't understand what Adela was doing because she wasn't smart like Adela was. She then bent down, her huge naked blue ass swaying straight in Leire's direction as she removed her socks.
She straightened, satisfied with her progress as she examined her big blue naked body. Oh, that was perfect. She was such a smart scientist. Her body let out another loud gurgle as she rubbed her swelling belly.
“Damn it all,” Vanessa said, a huge frown on her face. “I thought I had outsmarted you, but really are the superior scientist.”
Adela grinned in triumph as Vanessa continued.
“Who was I to think that I could match wits with you? I should have known better than to go up against a smart naked berry.”
Adela let out a giggle. Oh, it felt so great to have outsmarted Vanessa, not that she had had any doubts about her own abilities. Still, it was nice of Vanessa to acknowledge the fact. To recognize her as such a smart naked berry, and...
...wait...
Did Vanessa just call her...?
“I'm not a berry!” she sneered as her body gurgled and sloshed and continued to slowly expand. “You're dumber than I thought!”
“What, didn't I tell you?” Vanessa said, surprised. “Oh dear.”
“Tell me what?” Adela asked, still absently rubbing her tummy. The gurgling was getting worse again, and it made her body feel full. That made Adela frown. Now that she was naked, she was supposed to feel so much better, but she still felt funny, and her body was still getting bigger. Her boobies were huge against her big round belly, and behind her her bum was massive and only getting wider.
“That enzyme you ingested,” Vanessa continued, “is meant for fruits. It enhances their flavour and keeps them fresh.”
“I... I knew that!” Adela insisted. She put her hands on her wide blue hips. “But I'm not a fruit! I'm a human!” God, how dense was Vanessa? Another gurgle sounded, this time from her pulsating tits, and she rubbed them lightly in an effort to soothe their discomfort.
“Ah, but the enzyme doesn't know that!” Vanessa countered. The mock concern was gone from her voice, and was replaced by something harder. Something much more sadistic. “You see, as far as the enzyme is concerned, you're just another berry. Meant to be enhanced. Meant to be made plump and full of juice. Meant to become a perfect stupid little berry.”
Leire gasped at that, and Adela frowned in confusion. “W-what?” she said. “But I'm not a berry... I'm a person... and... and I'm not stupid!”
“Are you sure about that?” Vanessa said. “I mean, you're the one who took off all her clothes, aren't you?”
“I...” Adela glanced down and frowned at her nakedness. At her fat thighs and massive gurgling belly. At the swollen blue tits that she was stroking even now. “I had a reason for that! I had to be naked so I could be smart!”
“You did?” Vanessa let out a high little laugh. “How does that make any sense?”
Adela opened her mouth to respond, then hesitated. How did that make any sense? A wave of uncertainty washed through her and her frown deepened. Meanwhile, the liquid inside her continued to slosh and churn, making her feel oh so full.
“It makes sense because... because...” She glanced from Vanessa to Ivy, then to Leire, who frowned back at her sadly. Adela was suddenly aware at how exposed she was, and tried to cover herself up with her hands. “It makes sense because... uh...” It was no good. With her two free hands she couldn't cover both her nipples and her ass and her crotch at the same time. Not with how big she had gotten. She settled on covering her nipples, letting out a small gasp as she placed her hands upon them.
“You're naked,” answered Vanessa, “because clothes are for smart humans, not stupid blueberries like you.”
“I'm... I'm not a blueberry!” Adela cried, panic rising in her voice. As her thoughts churned violently, so did the liquid inside her, and she let out another groan. “Nnngh... I'm not! I'm a smart human!” The pressure was getting so bad, making it hard for her to think. “Not a berry!”
“But you're naked like a berry. And you're blue like a berry. And you're filling with juice like a berry.”
Adela grimaced. “Juice?” The liquid that was making her feel so full... that was juice?
“Exactly. You can feel it, can't you? Filling you up? Sloshing and gurgling inside you? Making you big and blue?”
It was true. Adela could feel it. Feel it all over. Juice in her tummy. Juice in her boobies. Juice in her ass and her thighs, in her arms and legs. Growing. Gurgling. Sloshing. Making her big. Making her round. Making her body so sensitive. Making it hard to think.
“Nooo!” she yelled. “M'not a berry!” She had to do something. Had to get out. Had to turn herself back to normal. But she didn't know how. Blind panic was taking over, and Adela ran towards Leire. Well, more like waddled. Her hips, butt, belly and breasts were so wide right now that it was a chore just to stay balanced, so her progress was slow-going, her whole body sloshing all the while. “Help me Leire!” she said when she had finally stopped before her friend. “Please! Don't wanna be a berry!” The juice had even reached her face, and she could feel her cheeks slightly fatten as they filled.
But Leire was just as at a loss for ideas as the growing berry woman in front of her. She did the only thing she could think of. “Please Ivy!” she called. “Vanessa! Turn her back! We're sorry, we won't tell anyone what happened!”
Vanessa shook her head sadly. “Oh, it's too late for that,” she said. “Once the enzyme is ingested, there's no stopping it. As long as the juice is in her system, she's going to keep becoming a dumb berry.”
Adela's eyes widened as she heard that. “As long as... juice is in me?”
“That's right, Adela,” Vanessa replied. “It's the juice that's doing this to you, you see. So as long as you have the juice inside you, you'll be a dumb berry and not a smart scientist.” She suddenly tapped her chin with a finger, as if an idea occurred to her. “But, hmmm, I suppose if you found a way to get the juice out of you, then you'd be smart again...”
Hope flooded Adela's bosom alongside the gallons of sloshy liquid. That was it! She'd just have to find out a way to get out all the juice and then she'd be back to being a smart human. Oh, she was so clever for figuring that out. But how could she do that? There was so much juice in her, and it would be difficult to...
“But it's a good thing you're too dumb to figure out how to get the juice out of yourself, eh Adela?” Vanessa sneered. “I bet you're too dumb to realize that you can squirt the juice out of your tits and pussy if you rub them hard enough!”
Adela couldn't help but grin. That was it! Oh man was Vanessa stupid. She had just given away the secret without even realizing it. All Adela would have to do is rub her pussy and her titties and then the juice would come out and she'd be smart again and then everything would be perfect and she'd escape.
“Adela,” Leire said nervously beside her. “Don't listen to her... she's trying to trick you...”
“You be quiet now!” Adela snapped. “She's not tricking me! I'm smart! I thought a plan!” And not a moment too soon. The pressure inside her was getting to be unbearable, her body getting so heavy and big. She waddled over to a far corner of the room, her thick thighs rubbing together with each step, and plopped down on her huge blue cushion of an ass, which made a soft fwoomp sound as it smushed against the floor. She let out a sigh. It felt better to get off her feet. To plop down and just sit in one place without having to move so much. But she couldn't relax just yet. She had a job to do.
She glanced down at her big blue body, not quite sure how to begin. Gotta make the juice come out. Gotta make it come out of my boobies and my pussy. Then I won't be a big dumb berry anymore. But how? As if in response, a fresh wave of pressure bubbled throughout her body, causing her to grimace as her whole body expanded another few centimetres in every direction. She instinctively brought a hand up to her aching breasts...
...and gasped at how nice the touch felt against her sensitive flesh. “mm,” she moaned, bringing her other hand up against her other tit. It felt so good. So right. She closed her eyes and softly cooed as she stroked her fingers up and down against the blue expanse of breastflesh. “F-feels goooood...”
“Damn, Vanessa,” Ivy said with a smile. “Looks like the berry outsmarted you again.”
But as happy as Adela would have been to hear that, she wasn't listening. She was just concentrating on the pleasure cascading through her body as she massaged her big blue tits. She had never felt anything quite so wonderful in her entire life, and her mouth hung open in pleasure.
“Mmmm.... good...” she murmured. As she groped and prodded, one of her hands began to stray lower on her body, a finger tracing along the huge slope of her blue belly, down past her wide navel, then past the dark blue mound of her shaved pubic hair. Down, down... closer and closer...
“Adela,” Leire said, eyes wide in surprise. “Stop!”
But Adela wasn't listening. With a shuddering sigh she slipped two fingers inside her moist opening and went to work.
“Ungh! Yes! Mmm...” she said, grunting and shuddering as she stroked and fingered. Her whole body trembled and twitched in time with her moans, her frame still steadily growing all the while. This is sooo good! she thought to herself. I'll get that juice out of me in no time and be the smartest person and not a big dumb berry!
“Adela...” Leire said again. She could only watch in horror as the big blue berry woman continued to writhe in pleasure.
“She can't hear you, Leire,” said Vanessa in a sympathetic tone. “She's pretty beyond that now. All she cares about is pleasuring herself and becoming the biggest berry she could be. Isn't that right, you stupid berry?”
“Guhn...” said Adela, not paying the least bit attention.
“No!” Leire cried. Seeing Adela's swelling transformation had been difficult enough, but watching her once-brilliant friend now committing the obscene act before her was just too much. She couldn't accept the fact that Adela was beyond reason, and she rushed to come face to face with her friend, placing her hands on Adela's chubby blue shoulders.
“Adela, listen to me!” she shouted into the blue woman's face. “You have to stop this!” But Adela didn't seen to notice or care. Her eyes were closed in rapt concentration as one hand tweaked her nippled and the other wriggled furiously in her privates, soft moans issuing from her mouth.
Leire shook her violently by the shoulders, but all she got in response was a loud sloshing as the juice within the big blue woman was displaced. “Adela!” she cried again as her friend moaned and cooed and stroked and diddled. “Please! It's me, Leire!”
At the sound of Leire's name, a small part of Adela shook itself awake and her eyelids fluttered opened. She looked around for a few seconds, confused, then seemed to focus on Leire's face. “L-Leire?” she said groggily. “What you doing?” Leire noticed that the berry woman was still gently stroking herself, but the fact that she had gotten through was a good start.
“Adela, listen,” she said. “Vanessa and Ivy are tricking you, trying to make you touch yourself and... well.. not be yourself. But you have to fight it!”
“F-fight?” Adela repeated.
“Yes! You have to stop stroking yourself! Stop fingering yourself!”
“B-but, it feels good...” Adela replied weakly. “It makes me smarter!” As if to prove her point, her stroking picked up intensity.
“No, Adela!” Leire insisted. “It doesn't! It's making you dumber!”
Adela frowned at that. “D-dumber?” Leire is saying that I'm dumb? Could it be true? Could she really be getting dumber? Was that really possible?
A small kernel of doubt wedged itself in her heart. And to her surprise, this doubt was one that she found hauntingly familiar.
It was a doubt that she had grown up with, years ago, when she was just a child. Back then, she hadn't been recognized as a genius. Far from it. In fact, despite her keen intellect, she had fared quite poorly in grade school. In retrospect, she was something of a late bloomer, but that didn't make her struggles any more bearable. No teachers had ever believed in her, and as her abysmal grades came in, her friends and even her family all believed she'd never amount to anything. She remembered getting picked on at school, teased and insulted, told that she was dumb. An idiot. Retarded. And as the months went by, she began to believe it herself.
That all changed one day when, after a particularly brutal day of being teased, she found herself in the bathroom of her childhood home, staring into her mirror. She must have been about twelve or so, a shy awkward kid on the verge of becoming a teenager. She remembered looking in that mirror, long and hard, studying herself with an attention that no one had ever paid her before, not even herself. Taking in every inch, every blemish of who she was. Her green eyes, red-rimmed from crying. Her lopsided dimples. Her brown hair that, even then, seemed to shine when the light hit her just right. She studied all that, and then she whispered three words. Three words that changed her life.
“You're not dumb.”
She was barely able to hear herself at first, but she repeated the words, louder this time.
“You're not dumb.”
And again, her voice growing steadier and clearer.
“You're not dumb!”
By then she was shouting it angrily into the mirror, practically screaming it as tears streamed down her cheeks.
“YOU'RE NOT DUMB!”
Until finally, finally, she allowed herself to believe it. Until she had the confidence she needed. Confidence to excel. Confidence to rise in school and prove her teachers wrong. Prove her schoolmates wrong. Prove her family wrong. Until she was able to convince everyone what she had almost forgotten: that she was a genius.
But now that doubt had returned, and Leire's words echoed around in her brain. It's making you dumber!
Making you dumber!
Dumber!
Dumb!
Adela cringed at that. I... dumb? She had told herself that she was a genius all her life, but was she mistaken? After all this time, was she really just a stupid berry who didn't know what she was doing?
But then, that same resilient voice spoke up.
You're not dumb.
“I... I not dumb,” she said.
“Adela?” Leire asked.
“I not dumb!” she repeated, stroking herself all the faster. “You dumb, Leire! You no know! I smart!”
“What are you...?”
“I SMART!!!” she yelled, stroking and diddling with all her strength. She was a genius – no one could take it away from her. Not Vanessa, not Ivy, and certainly not Leire.
“Adela, stop...”
But there was no stopping her now, now that her conviction had taken hold. Leire dumb! Ivy dumb! Vanessa dumb! I smart! I make juice go! Her tits trembled as she rubbed her breasts and pinched her huge purple nipples, the pressure inside her growing and growing. Getting stronger and stronger.
Meanwhile, far below, her fingers twitched and rubbed the inner folds of her wet pussy, and she felt an orgasm getting ever closer. I sooooo smart! she thought as her body spasmed and shook. Every one dumb but Adela! The sloshing inside her was so incredibly loud, like a tidal wave raging against her tight blueberry flesh. Her nipples seemed to practically vibrate with anticipation, and she grabbed down hard with one hand as she plunged a third finger down below. I smartest berry in the w-
SPLOOOOOSH!
Adela's eyes rolled back in their sockets as juice erupted from her tits like a geyser, while down below her pussy clenched and squirted out its own juicy cache. The juice spread everywhere. Against the smooth white floor in dark blue spatters. Against the glass walls where it ran down in streaks. Against Adela's own blueberry body, soaking her brown hair and beading against her skin like dew on a freshly rinsed fruit.
But most crucially, the juice sprayed directly at an unsuspecting Leire.
TO BE CONTINUED...