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A cool breeze blew through the courtyard, shaking the trees and sending a chill through Madison Westbrook.

    Madison was 19, what she considered to be the prime of her life. She had everything a girl could ask for, most believed, and in reality it was true. Her parents were rich and bought her anything she wanted, her body was to kill for, and she was one of the most popular teens from her high school. Once college started in a few months she'd be going to one the most prestigious schools in the nation, thanks in no small part to a sizable donation from the Westbrook foundation.

    She was a brunette, with shoulder length wavy hair framing her small tan face. The brown locks faded into a blonde ombre as they flowed past her neck. Her eyebrows were manicured, trim and proper above her piercing blue eyes with long eyelashes that needed no mascara (although plenty was still applied). Her nose was small and upturned, a trendy ring sticking through the left nostril. Her mouth was small, covered in dark lipstick that filled out her lips nicely. Through years of manipulating desperate men (and the occasional woman) Madison had mastered the sarcastic smirk. It helped that she had dimples when she smiled, lighting up her soft cheeks.

    Below the neckline she was just as impressive. She developed her breasts a little later than other girls, but when they came they came hard. She had somewhere between a D cups and E cups, but she skipped out on the belly most girls with big breasts develop. She was thin, with a miniscule waist and sizable hips. Down below things were similar. She had an eye turning ass situated on top of full thighs, but she possessed a wide thigh gap and muscular calves. Most envious to other women, however, was how she maintained her body. While other women spent every weekend on the treadmills, Madison was just genetically gifted. This didn't stop her from posing in gym clothes for her Instagram followers, of course, but as far as actual exercise went there was very little. She could eat whatever she wanted, and it all just went away into the void that was her metabolism.

    As one may be able to guess, Madison was proud of her body, with modesty being a rare emotion for her. Today she wore a white halter-neck crop top and a pair of black shorts. The top was a little triangle of fabric that went from her neck to just below her breasts. Her cleavage was covered, but she made up for it by letting some side-boob flow out near her upper arms. Her back was completely uncovered, only obstructed by two thin straps, one running along her neck holding the top of her shirt, and the other just under her shoulder blades holding the bottom. she opted out of a bra that day, a choice she mildly regretted as the chilly air pushed her nipples against the fabric. She crossed her gooseflesh-covered arms across her chest, pressing them into her squishy buxom.

    Her shorts were a little low cut, rising to a few inches below her belly button, showing off her small diamond navel piercing. As a result, almost her entire upper body visible. The shorts also were fairly short, exhibiting her long, slender legs. On her feet she wore no-show socks with a pair of black converse. All in all, the outfit was designed for a day much warmer than today, but when it came to planning, Madison cared more about appearance than comfort.

    At this point, it's probably important to mention that Madison was not alone in the courtyard. She stood with a group of three friends, all high school graduates like herself. First there was Daniel Clements, a nerdy type who had fallen head over heels for Madison. She was way out of his league, of course, but that didn't stop Madison from leading him along. He was a great source for quiz answers, and he always completed her homework promptly and correctly. He had short brown hair, combed to the side, and round thick frame glasses, a callback to the recent hipster trend. He wore a patterned button down and jeans. He stood a few inches taller than Madison, which was a plus in her books, but face it, she'd never date a bookish type.

    Next up there was Sarah Peters. She could best be described as Madison Lite. She wasn't quite as wealthy, wasn't quite as attractive, but was a close second. She had brown hair and a thin body, but her breasts were a few sizes smaller and her hips a little bit thinner. Personally wise, her and Madison were near identical. The two of them would often work together to hook up with guys around town, scoring free dinner and usually a little bit more. Sarah was the smarter of the two girls, by a margin, and she dressed more appropriately for the weather. She had on a tight black turtleneck sweater that wrapped around her breasts and covered her arms. It cut off just below her navel, but was meet with a pair of high waisted skinny jeans. The outfit still showed off her body, but kept her from shivering like Madison.

    Last up was Kylie. Ugh, Kylie. She was obsessed with being popular like Madison, but couldn't face that she didn't have the body for it. She beat Madison to puberty, but she never developed as much. A few years ago her breasts were way smaller than Madison's, but she tried to change that by eating more fatty foods in her diet. It worked, and she did have bigger boobs, but a lot of the weight went to her stomach and legs. She wasn't fat, just chubby, but she still dressed like she was thin as a twig. She always tried to copy Madison's style, but her clothes were always way too small. Today she was practically spilling out of a blue halter-neck top and denim shorts. She had long blonde hair that flowed past her soft face down to her back, and she often dyed it various colors to catch guys’ attention. Her attitude was toxic, and she always tried to show up Madison and act like she was sexier. Madison and Sarah only kept her around because she was desperate and stupid, and would often go to ridiculous lengths to try to be sexier than Madison. She even got a navel piercing after Madison did, but the rings often were shadowed by her deep belly button. Kylie would never admit it, but she was wrapped around Madison's finger as much as Daniel was.

    Now that the cast is set, it's time for why they were standing in a courtyard on a cool day in late summer. The courtyard in particular was that of the Wittman Candy factory. Madison had won a contest (or more so her parents paid for her to win) for a private tour for four to the elusive factory. Madison had her pick of the litter for who to bring, but her group of four had been through so much together through high school it only seemed right that they had this last romp before they went their separate ways to University.

    They'd been standing outside for about half an hour. The weather was fairly nice and they were making good conversation, but Madison was tired of shivering in the breeze. When Mr. Wittman finally opened the doors to the factory Madison hardly batted an eye at the great candy maker and shoved her way into the warm corridor. Wittman was dressed rather eccentrically, one must admit, donning a three piece grey suit with wingtip shoes, but Madison didn't notice nor care.

    Once inside the group of four introduced themselves to the Candyman. Madison went first, of course, she was the winner after all. Mr. Wittman held out a hand to shake, which Madison snobbishly ignored. Daniel and Sarah both shook hands, but when it came time for Kylie she also skipped the formality, going as far as to sneer at the man.

    Before the tour could officially begin, Wittman led the group into an official looking office. Laid out before them were four long contracts full of legal jargon. NDAs, T&C's, “I claim all responsibility” yada yada yada. Everyone signed on the dotted line with hardly a cursory glance at the scripture. Now the tour was officially underway.

    The first stop was the candy room. Mr. Wittman opened the doors to the room- room was really the wrong word, field is more correct. There were hills of vibrant green grass, giant trees and even a river with a waterfall to boot. Madison was amazed, but disgusted by the sight of the water, which was a deep muddy brown.

    “It's chocolate,” Wittman said, noticing Madison's repulsion, “it's the only chocolate in the world to be churned by waterfall. Everything in this room is made of candy.”

    Madison looked around, noticing candy canes growing on the shores of the river. She looked carefully at the fruit growing on the trees- candy apples. She squatted down, her black shorts stretching, and looked at the greener than life grass. She ran a hand through it, finding it to be sticky sugar lace. 'gross,’ she thought, as Kylie bent down to try some. ‘people walk on that.’

    “Go ahead,” Wittman said, “try as much as you like. We'll meet back here when we're done.”

    With that the group dissipated, all running to try the different candies seemingly growing out of the ground. Kylie went down on all fours, eating fistfuls of the grass. She found a liking to it. Her breasts hung down, nearly brushing the ground. Daniel strolled along the shore, trying a few pieces of the rock-candy sand. Sarah was nibbling on the ear of a gummy bear she plucked from a short tree. Madison sat back on a candy stump, pretending to be ‘over it all,’ but even she would suck on a little lollipop she found growing under a tree.

    The friends ate and walked for about fifteen minutes. Kylie got bored of the grass fairly quickly and started grabbing fistfuls of everything she could find. She loved candy and wanted to try every type offered in the room. After a while she found herself thirsty and began to eye the chocolate river.

    Nobody knows exactly how Kylie fell in the river. Mr. Wittman saw her kneeling down on the shore of the river and called out for her to stop. The river was the only thing not to be contaminated with human hands. Madison was nearby and leaned over to pull her back, or so she said, when Kylie slipped into the flowing river. Kylie would later go on to claim she felt a shove, but other eyewitnesses couldn't confirm. The current quickly ripped her from the shore as she struggled to keep her head above the chocolate. She had never learned to swim. Mr. Wittman hurried to try to pull her out of the river, grabbing a candy branch that had been pulled off a tree, but Kylie was already too far into the middle of the river. That's when the pipe descended.

    The pipe was clear and wide, coming down from a tank suspended in the ceiling. It began to suck up chocolate for transportation, creating a vortex in the flowing chocolate. Unable to control her direction, Kylie quickly found herself being sucked towards the tube, spinning round and around the pipe. Finally, her head descended into the chocolate and didn't come up. Daniel, Sarah, and Madison watched, shocked, as the chocolate kept flowing up the tube and Kylie was nowhere to be scene. Mr. Wittman paced back and forth, muttering nervous sayings to himself and glancing at the pipe every so often.

    Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Daniel saw Kylie getting sucked up the pipe. Unfortunately, he noticed her because she was stuck. She gasped for air as the chocolate above her was sucked into the tank. Her breasts and stomach were pressed against the tank, stopping all flow of chocolate. She let out a small grunt of pain as her navel piercing jammed into her belly. Her face was plastered with chocolate, her hair colored brown and matted against her head. She looked down at the group deep below her with wide eyes. She wiggled her arms, or tried to, but couldn't move them in the pipe. Her thick legs were similarly pinned against each other. Her clothes were brown and stuck against her body.

    “She's stuck,” Madison said, looking up at her with a closed-lip smile. Kylie's eyes went wide as she felt the growing pressure of the chocolate below her.

    “She won't be for long,” Daniel said, with much less malice. He saw the seams in the pipe start to strain.

    “She's gonna break the pipe,” Sarah said, finding the situation as funny as Madison did.

    Kylie's breathing quickened, restricted as the pipe pressed against her chest. Her shirt, stained dark brown, clung to her wet body, and left little to the imagination. A shiver ran through her as the pressure of the chocolate heaved into her shorts, pressing against her vagina.

    With a bang, the pressure finally burst, sending Kylie up the pipe like a bullet. She was visible in the glass tank as she tried to bang against the glass, chocolate filling up around her. She became less and less visible as the filled up, until only her chocolate streaked face and brown-stained hair stuck out above the chocolate. As sudden as it appeared, the tank moved out of the room, through a hidden panel in the ceiling. A faint shrill of Kylie's scream was all that could be heard.

    “There she goes,” Madison said, leaning back on one long leg, sucking on her lollipop. “Where's it taking her?”

   “The fudge room,” Wittman replied, inciting a chuckle from Sarah. “We'll fish her out and get her cleaned up, don't worry,” he continued.

    “Oh,” Madison smirked, “we won't.”

    After that incident, the tour went rather smoothly. The three remaining friends saw many incredible sights and they were guided through the rest of the factory. One notable sight was a room filled with squirrels that Wittman had trained to crack open nuts. The group walked through a corridor surrounded by squirrels on both sides, all hard at work cracking nuts. Madison couldn't get over how cute they were. “I want one,” she said to Wittman. He tried to explain to her that they weren't for sale and she glared at him. “I. Want. One.” She said, slowly and confidently. She reached out for a squirrel which, as it turned out, didn't like being touched. It turned around and hissed, scratching Madison's arm and drawing a small bit of blood.

    “Ow! Your vermin bit me!” Madison screamed, nursing her arm.

    “No, it scratched you. Go wash it off,” Wittman said, starting to be done with Madison's attitude. She went to a nearby restroom and cleaned off the scratch. The wound was light, and wouldn't scar. Already it was beginning to scab over. Madison let out a sigh and returned to the group to continue on the tour.

    The final stop was the inventing room, one of the most secretive spaces in the factory. Wittman explained to the three teens that every single piece of Wittman candy was conceived in that very room they all stood in.

    “Watch this,” he said excitedly, running around a large machine that stood in the middle of the room. Lights began to flash all over the machine as the mechanisms released monstrous noises. Madison saw different orbs of liquid pump into a large mixing vat. A little bit of red flowed in, then some brownish pink, and finally a dash of blue. The machine let out a screaming whhrrrr as a sudden cascade of the blue liquid dumped into the machine. Wittman didn't seem to notice the malfunction, or perhaps it wasn't a malfunction at all. Madison decided not to mention anything to him. After what felt like an eternity (but was only really 3 minutes) a small cube fell into a collecting case at the bottom of the machine.

    “That's it?” Sarah asked, cynical of the amount of work put into such a small candy.

     “Do it even know what ‘it’ is?” Mr. Wittman asked to blank responses. “It's gum, but not just any gum. This little cube contains an entire three course meal! Imagine, once I get this on the market there'll be no more cooking, no more cleaning, just a piece of Wittman gum for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!”

    Sarah looked at the candy maker in disbelief. “No way, you have to let me try it.”

    “Unfortunately it's not quite ready for public testing,” Wittman sighed dejectedly, “there are still a few kinks R&D haven't been able to work out yet.”

    Sarah groaned sadly, but soon found herself distracted by the other amazing confections filling the room. Soon she was strolling off, asking Mr. Wittman questions about some sort of everlasting gob-something. Madison wasn't listening, she was focused on just one thing: the gum. She didn't even really like gum, but after what happened to her in the factory, she deserved it. She would be the first person to try three course meal gum. She would be famous, books would be written about her, but first she needed to get the gum. Finally, she was glad she brought Daniel along. Showtime.

    Madison sauntered over to Daniel's side and leaned against his side. She pressed her breasts into his arm as she whispered in his ear, ‘Daniel…’ She bit her lip as she grabbed his hand. He let her, surprised and flustered by what was happening. She led his hand down her long, warm stomach. She dragged his knuckles across her navel piercing and looked him in the eyes, batting her eyelashes over her deep blue eyes. ‘I need that gum,’ she pulled his hand between her two soft thighs and pressed her legs together. Daniel's knees nearly buckled as he mumbled an “Ok.” Madison ended with a small thrust against his wrist with her small black shorts. She let go of his arm and walked towards Sarah. She glanced back over her shoulder, tossing her hair back, and gave him one of her signature smiles. “Thanks,” she winked. Daniel joined Sarah and Madison a minute later. He made eye contact with Madison and patted his pocket. With a gentle nod it was confirm. The gum had been secured.

    Madison led Daniel and Sarah back into the courtyard. Wittman had stayed inside, filing paperwork about Kylie. Sarah and Madison caught a glimpse of her in Wittman's office and couldn't help but giggle. Kylie was still drenched in chocolate, her long blonde hair plastered to her back, turned dark brown. Her face, stomach, and thighs were covered in streaks of chocolate, contrasting her pale skin. Her clothes were all brown, not a sign of their once blue color left. Her outfit must have torn in the pipe, because Madison caught a glimpse of upper thigh spilling out of Kylie's chocolate shorts. Exchanging sly glances, Sarah and Madison left the factory with Daniel and walked back out into the courtyard.

    The day had warmed up, and the sun felt good against Madison's skin. She stretched in the light, arching her back and pushing her chest forward. As she did, some underboob slipped out from beneath her top, and a moment later her breasts were bouncing out up to the nipple. Madison stopped stretching and blushed a deep red as she quickly readjusted her top. Daniel and Sarah both saw Madison's boobs, reacting in different ways. Daniel blushed a light pink and started at the ground. Sarah, who had seen Madison's boobs at a few sleepovers before, just laughed at her friend's mistake. Madison crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Sarah, still blushing all the while. Nobody laughs at Madison, she's supposed to be the one laughing at others. Still though, she let out a faint smile. She had something Sarah wanted.

    “Daniel,” she said coyly, “can I have that gum now?”

    “What gum,” Sarah asked, suddenly inquisitive as Daniel pulled out a multicolored cube from his pocket.

    “Oh, it's nothing,” Madison teased, running an arm through her hair, showing off her thin arms and shaved underarm, “just a piece of gum Daniel picked up for me in the inventing room.”

    “No way,” Sarah said in disbelief, no longer even thinking of Madison's wardrobe malfunction. Madison raised an eyebrow and smirked as she popped the gum into her mouth and began to chew.

    The flavor hit her like a wall. Instantly Madison felt waves of what tasted like tomato soup rushing down her throat. She stored the gum in her cheek for a moment, still chewing on it.

    “Oh my god!” She gasped in disbelief, “This is amazing! It's like I'm really having tomato soup!” Sarah looked on with jealousy as her friend became the first girl in the world to have a chewing gum meal.

    “Wait, wait, it's changing! Roast beef, with baked potato!” Madison put a hand on her stomach, savoring the tender meat as she chewed. Her stomach felt warm. She let out a small moan of delight, half serious and half just to rub it in to Sarah.

    Finally, the gum began to change to it's final course. Madison screamed, wide eyed, “Blueberry pie and ice cream! This has to be the best pie I've ever tasted!” Thick blueberry juice began to pour out of the gum, Madison swallowing it all. The juice was sweet, reminding Madison of freshly picked berries her parents bought every summer. She closed her eyes and smiled in the sun, reminiscing over the memory. The light beamed on her, and as she chewed she felt she was crossing a barrier she could never uncross.

    “Hey Madison,” Daniel said, snapping her out of her reverie, “is your arm doing alright?”

    “Huh?” Madison asked, half listening. She looked down at the scratch on her arm. Where there was once a line of dried red now laid a thin line of blue liquid. She touched the scratch and saw that the blue stuff was sticky. She'd read somewhere once that blood turned blue when it was de-oxinated, whatever that meant, but she'd never seen it happen to her.

    “Weird,” she said nonchalantly, “I'll go wash it off again.” Madison walked to the nearest public restroom, a dirty little place down the road from the factory. She washed her arm in the sink, and was surprised to see that when she washed the blue stuff off there was no scratch underneath. Her arm had completely healed. Confused, she looked at herself in the mirror, making eye contact with her reflection. Her eyes looked darker, a deeper blue than she remembered. She brushed some strands of hair behind her ear as she furrowed her eyebrows. 'This is so weird.’

    She looked down at her body in the mirror. She realized she was revealing a lot more sideboob than she realized, surely a consequence of when she pulled her shirt her shirt down after her accidental exposure. She pulled at the top two sides of her small triangular top, but try as she might she couldn't get the shirt to cover her sideboob without revealing too much underboob. After about 2 minutes of trying she gave up with a sigh, and quickly went back to enjoying the gum she was chewing, which was still pumping out blueberry juice in heaps. She pulled down on her shorts, which she felt starting to ride up, and went out of the restroom back to her friends.

    She approached Daniel, prepared to show him her completely healed arm, but he spoke before he could get the words out.

    “What, did you just wipe your arm on your belly ring?”

    “What?” Madison asked, confused. She looked down at her ring, her stomach bending slightly. Her belly button looked a deep blue, surrounding her little jewel ring, causing it to stick out sharply.

    “Aw fuck, I didn't even notice that,” she said, wiping at her belly button with her finger. The blue didn't come off, and it didn't feel as sticky as her arm did either. She looked carefully, and could see the blue spreading in a circle, expanding outside her navel onto her stomach.

   “Ummmmmm…”

    She put her hands on her stomach, framing her blue belly button in a triangle. As she did she felt her boobs press up against her upper arms. The skin-on-skin contact was warm and off-putting. Her stomach felt softer than it normally did, like a thin layer of pudge had developed on it over the day.

    Sarah knelt down on one knee and looked closely at the growing navy circle surrounding her belly button. With a gentle hand she touched right below Madison's ring. Her skin was unnaturally warm. Sarah's hand sunk in about half an inch and she pulled back. She noticed a small lip forming where Madison's stomach met her tiny shorts. She looked up at Madison’s face nervously, “Madison…” Madison took a small step back away from Sarah, not wanting to be touched. She kept her hands on her stomach, watching as the circle began to lose its shape as it spread further across than up and down. Sarah looked down at Madison's legs. They also were beginning to form a lip where they stuffed into Madison's shorts. Sarah twisted around and got a look at Madison's backside. As she expected, two pale half-moons were hanging out the back of Madison's already tight shorts.

    Madison watched as the blue wave began to cover almost all the way across 3 inches of her stomach, meeting her hands. She bit her lower lip, not seductively like she did with Daniel earlier, but out of nervousness as the blue slowly crept across her sides. She let out a small gasp of pain as she started to chew on her lip. She couldn't stop chewing the gum. The blueberry flavor kept pumping, showing no signs of stopping. She looked at her sides, blue creeping across just under her rib cage. She followed along as the blue continued onto her back. She reflexively flexed her back, but could not see her spine appear. She twisted back forward and looked at Daniel, who just stared back in stunned silence. She looked down at Sarah, who was investigating Madison like she was some kind of science experiment. She looked rather silly, from afar one would think she was wearing a thick blue belt across her bare stomach. She let out a moan of fear, so different from her moan of pleasure only 10 minutes ago. “What's happening to me?” She groaned between chews. The blue band spread upwards, not all consistently, her belly definitely got a head start on her back.

    Madison began to run her hands over her blue sides and back. Like her stomach, everything had developed a layer of pudge. The blue covered about half her exposed chest, leaving her with a cerulean stomach as it worked it's way up her ribcage. She hadn't noticed that the blue was also working it's way down. The whole band of blue was tucked into her shorts, and her sides seemed to overflow the tight waistband more than her stomach was. She had a blueberry muffin top.

    The blue continued up her back and chest, until it finally tucked into her halter top. This didn't stop anyone from watching the blue progress up her back and sides, but it did mean that her breasts were finally succumbing to the navy wave. The blue traveled over her shoulder blades and under her arms, and it started to climb up the bottoms of her arms. Madison let out a small 'mmph’ as the blue covered her nipples, and almost immediately she felt a tingling sensation as her nipples became hard and pushed against her thin top. She could watch as the blue wrapped around her sideboob, connecting to the blue on her sides. The blue finished her shoulders and began to sneak up to her neck. Madison looked very strange now, an increasingly chubby girl with a completely blue torso, a tan head and legs, and arms with blue shoulders.

    Her knees suddenly buckled as the blue spread over her vagina. She could feel the color flow inside her. Her thighs bumped against each other, giving off a faint jiggle. Madison let out a small scream and Sarah fell backwards at the startle. She looked up at Madison's face and saw her wide, blue eyes, her deep pink blush. Madison wasn't just nervous, she was scared out of her mind.

    Madison's hands began to tug on the bottoms of her shorts. Sarah saw that her crotch was pressing against the fabric, which couldn't have been comfortable for Madison. The blue poured like molasses out of her shorts down onto her long, creamy thighs. At the same time, the blue spread down her arms, approaching the elbow. Madison began to breath quicker as her focus rapidly shifted between her arms and her legs. Her breasts pressed against her top with every inhale, accentuating her hard nipples.

    She pressed a hand into her thigh and it squished in nearly a ¾ of an inch. She focused on the contrast as her thigh slowly turned blue against her still pale hand. Her forearm had started to turn cerulean just as the color wrapped around her knee. All the while, the wave of blue was slowly creeping up her neck. Madison's thoughts were racing at a mile a minute as her body changed, moving almost too fast to comprehend. All she could focus on was her blue body. She barely even paid attention to her sudden pudge. She looked down at her breasts, pouring out of the sides of her top. She grabbed her small top with one hand and pushed against the side of one of her blue boobs with the other. Her effort to cover herself was futile. Her top was stuffed to the brim when she put it on this morning, and it certainly wouldn't fit right now. As she looked down Madison felt a small pressure against her neck. A hand flew up and felt her neck, discovering that a small second chin had developed, only visible when she looked down.

    ‘This can't be happening to me,’ she thought as the blue sank down her calves, ‘I'm Madison Westbrook. I'm the pretty one, the popular one.’

    The blue washed over her ankles and into her shoes. Meanwhile, on her arms the blue had snuck down to her wrist and was slowly covering her hands. Madison held up a changing hand in front of her face (which wasn't blue yet, but the bottom of her chin was already getting darker). The blue spread slowly across her palm and the back of her hand, and then began to snake up each of Madison's delicate fingers. The first knuckle, then the second knuckle, until finally the fingernail filled in with a pool of purple. Madison looked back down and placed a blue hand on her blue stomach. It matched perfectly, squishing in now a whole inch.

    Sarah, still sitting on the ground, watched Madison's face slowly change. Madison's focus kept changing as she looked from her hands to her stomach, to her breasts, and then to her thighs. All the while, the blue slowly crept up her chin. When it got to her lips they filled in a light purple. It looked fluidic as her dark lipstick slowly washed away. The blue climbed up Madison's cheeks as she still chewed the gum. Her cheeks wobbled, not immune to the pudge on the rest of her body. Her eyes developed rings of blue, and for a moment she reminded Sarah of a raccoon, but then the two rings connected above the bridge of her nose. The blue spread outwards, wrapping around her small ears. Suddenly, there became a race on Madison's face over which would turn blue first, the tip of her nose or the top of her forehead. Madison, of course, was oblivious to all of this, as she couldn't see her own face. Instead she twisted around and investigated her blue, exposed back. Sarah took a quick glance down and saw blue half-moons in the shorts now. She looked back up at Madison's face only to see that the race had been a tie. Her whole body was blue, from toe to tip. Madison's nose ring looked out of place on the scared girl's face.

    Madison bent forward and looked at her blue ankles in her shoes, and her hair fell into her face. Out of habit, she used a blue hand to brush her hair back behind her ear. Her hair remained brown, she half noted, with a blonde ombre - only, that wasn't right. Her hair was brown, yes, but the blonde dye had somehow turned a shade of lilac. The fading hair really completed the look as Madison stood there, blue in the courtyard.

    Madison let out a small whimper, a combination of fear and discomfort. She poked her belly button ring. The ring was cold, a bizarre dipole to how warm her body was. She looked at Daniel, still frozen, silent, staring. She took a few small steps backwards, her breasts jiggling in her top with every step. Sarah was pacing around Madison, taking the spectacle in from every angle.

    Madison turned, following Sarah around for a moment. She looked at Sarah's body, her face. Madison had always been top dog, with Sarah being a close second, but if she stayed blue forever there's no way Madison could outrank Sarah. Madison let out a whine and shifted from one leg to the other. With every step her sideboob shook, longing to be free of the tight crop top.

    ‘Why is everyone just staring at me?’ Madison asked herself, ‘I'm supposed to be the leader, everyone's supposed to love me!’

    The turned towards Daniel, who'd been head over heels for her since freshman year, “Don't just stand there! Help me!” Her voice quivered as she spoke, giving evidence of her terror.

    “How can we possibly help you?” Sarah asked, not trying to be mean, but practical.

    “You-” Madison began, 'You can't’ her mind spoke. “Figure something-” Madison was cut short as a loud gurgling emitted from her stomach. Her hands flew back to their triangle position around her belly button as the gurgling continued.

    “Mmmnnnggg,” Madison groaned as she felt a growing pressure build within her. Sarah stared in disbelief as Madison clutched her tummy. Suddenly Madison's breasts began to grow.

    They swelled slowly, but the growth was clear. Her boobs pushed forward, appearing to get perkier. Madison's boobs pushed less out to the side and more to the front, her nipples still pressing into her top. As her breasts grew, the strings holding her triangle of fabric on grew tighter. They dug into her soft back and sides. Sarah could only stand, mouth agape. It looked like Madison was wearing a push-up bra- a stuffed push-up bra at that, except she clearly wasn't. Her shirt pushed off her body, exposing her cerulean underboob. She blushed a deep purple and crossed an arm under her boobs. The other hand tried to pull down her top, but her boobs gave no slack. They weren't squishy anymore, they were growing firm. Finally the swelling stopped, her boobs no longer resting downwards, but pushed out. If her top didn't cover her cleavage, it would appear like a deep blue valley. Any crease in her chest, like where her boobs met her underarms, had gone smooth. The pressure was evident of what had happened. Her boobs had filled up.

    Madison crossed both arms under her breasts and looked at Sarah with a terrified confusion. “What's gonna happen to me?” she asked, as she cringed from the pressure in her breasts.

    Another gurgle, longer this time, rolled in Madison's belly. She let out a gasp as her vagina pushed into her shorts, only that's not what happened. Her ass was swelling, pulling her shorts tighter across her crotch. Sarah walked behind Madison and watched the blue half-moons grow. Like her breasts, Madison's ass seemed to 'fill,’ pushing out further and getting firmer.

    “You're swelling up,” Sarah gasped, stating the obvious. Madison wobbled as she almost lost her balance from her shift in weight. “Like a blueberry.”

    Madison's lip trembled when she heard Sarah say that. She wasn't a blueberry! She was Madison Westbrook! She still looked like a girl, albeit with bigger tits and ass, and she was blue, but she was nowhere near a blueberry!

    Madison let out a small grunt of pain as the pressure inside her continued to mount. She walked away from Sarah, keeping her hands on her stomach, as she felt her thighs begin to rub together. She bent forward to look over her boobs and saw that indeed her legs had swollen, and to further that, small tears were begging to form on the sides of her shorts. Finally, the moment she was dreading arrived.

    Her belly began to expand under her hands, pushing them apart. The growth was slow but steady, and Madison rocked as her stomach swelled. Her legs continued to grow all the while, and her hips too began to widen out. Her stance widened to accommodate her growing assets, much to her chagrin. As her belly grew, Madison really became aware of how little clothing she was wearing. Completely uncovered, her navel piercing stuck out as her belly swelled.

    Madison felt tears begin to form in her eyes, she couldn't help it. Just 30 minutes ago she was a lean mean beauty queen, and now she was just a fat blue freak. A tear rolled down her soft cheek onto her lips. The tear was sweet, like the juice from the gum.

    Her shorts were the first to go. As her stance got wider and wider and her ass pushed firmly against the seat of the shorts, the stitches simply couldn't hold strong. One by one they all popped off, and Madison's shorts fell to the floor, revealing that, like her bra, she had opted out of underwear that day. She blushed a deep purple again as her swollen blue vagina was put on display. Madison now was growing more like a pear than a blueberry. Her legs and stomach swelled while her bust remained mostly unchanged, past the initial swelling. Her hands poked and prodded all over her swelling body, until her arm brushed by her breasts, sending a shot of pain through her nerves from the pressure. Two blue stains formed on her white top, and Sarah took another step back, disgusted by Madison's leakage.

    Madison's top half began to finally swell, her breasts staying the same size but her sides and back growing outwards. In an instant the thin so m straps holding her shirt on snapped, sending the cloth flying. A small dribble of juice flowed down her huge chest from her nipples as she stood there naked.

    Madison felt like she was a water balloon, already filled near capacity but still finding room to expand. Her hands couldn't press into her stomach anymore, instead underneath her skin she felt a powerful sloshing of juice flowing through her.

    Her crotch started to lower to the ground as her stomach swelled, and her arms started to get sucked into her sides. She flapped her hands and moaned as her elbows sunk into her growing body. She was starting to get spherical now, much more blueberry than pear. She looked down over her swelling mass and saw Sarah was getting farther away from her. Madison was getting taller as her body looked for more room to grow.

    “Sarah! Please help me!” She yelled, unsure of how Sarah even could help, “Sarah! Pwease!”

    A huge surge of juice pumped into Madison's face. Her cheeks puffed out, restricting her speech and making her look slightly ridiculous. She let out a small shriek as she felt her warm vagina press against the cold pavement. Her legs lifted off the ground as her body rocked on her swollen crotch.

    Sarah looked up at her growing friend who once looked so much like her. Madison's face was almost hidden, her neck sucked well into her growing sphere. Her nose ring shined in a glare from the sun. Sarah heard fearful moaning coming from Madison, and the creaking of growing skin.

    Larger and larger she grew, and now the skinny girl was nearly 8 feet across. All Madison could do was chew and groan, unable to move or speak properly. Daniel still stood, frozen.

    With a stroke of luck, possibly the most luck Madison had ever had, at that moment Kylie exited the factory. The chocolate covered girl took one step out the door and screamed at the sight of Madison.

    At the sound, Mr. Wittman came rushing out after Kylie. He gasped at the sight of Madison, unaware of what he was even looking at for a second. Once he noticed the purple brunette hair atop the giant blueberry, he realized what had happened. He took action immediately.

    “We need to roll her to the juicing room immediately.” He didn't ask about the gum, it was apparently what had happened.

    “Juishing?” Madison cried out, lips trembling.

    “We need to get all that juice out of you five minutes ago, come on.” He put two hands on Madison's back and began to push her forward. Madison screamed as her head approached the ground, and winced as her navel ring pressed into her giant stomach. It was a slow roll, but soon Sarah joined in and pushed as well. Madison grunted at the feeling of four hands against her bottom, but was more preoccupied by her gaining momentum.

    For a moment it looked like Madison wouldn't be able to fit through the door. Her sides brushed up against the frame, and she got stuck for a second. She let out a cry of pain as pressure grew on her sides. She couldn't believe how big she'd gotten, how her body was ruined and now she couldn't even fit through a doorway. She was about to cry when she felt Sarah ram into her back, shoving her though the door.

    The journey to the juicing room was long and painful. Madison moaned and whimpered the entire way, and got stuck in a few more doorways. By the time they finally made it she was approaching ten feet across. Her head was sunken up to her nose ring and her nipples were stretched across her chest, leaving a trail of juice. Her jaw pressed up against her body as she kept chewing the gum. The juicing room was huge, at least 30 feet by 30 feet, but Madison felt claustrophobic in the enclosed room. Sarah and Wittman left, and she saw that Kylie had tagged along to watch as well. Daniel must have stayed outside. The door slammed, and she heard Wittman's voice over a speaker system.

    “What's about to happen may hurt a little bit.”

    The ceiling began to descend slowly towards Madison. She looked down and noticed large drains on the floor. She screamed as the ceiling began to push against her body, increasing the pressure inside her. Juice began to stream out of her nipples and vagina, and Madison passed out.

    When Madison came to, she was lying on a hard bed. She bolted awake with a scream, sitting up. Her hands flew to her mouth, trying to pull the gum out, but she found that someone else must have done that when she was sleeping. She gasped when she saw her hands were still blue. She looked down and saw that she was blue, naked and seemingly normal sized. The now sickeningly sweet taste of blueberries was still strong on her tongue, even though the gum was gone.

    “Hello?” She called out. Her voice sounded unfamiliar for a moment, almost like her vocal cords had been filled with juice. She coughed and called again, this time sounding more normal, but still nobody came. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat for a moment. Her thighs pressed into each other, spread out along the mattress. She felt her breasts. They weren't firm anymore, they were back to being soft, but they weren't completely the way they were. They were perkier still, and definitely bigger. She lifted one with her hand and groaned at how heavy it felt. Her nipples were sore from the juice flowing out of them, looking a dark purple. She rested an arm on her stomach, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was flat again, the way it used to be. Her had sunk in maybe a quarter of an inch, but she'd never had abs to begin with. Her belly ring was still in, stained purple from the juice, but still shiny.

    She got off of the bed and stood up. She shivered as her bare feet landed on the cold tile floor. She took one step and then almost fell over. Her balance was completely thrown off from her new assets. She twisted around and saw that her ass was huge, growing proportional to her touching thighs.

    Now that she was standing Madison pulled her attention away from herself and looked around the room. The room was starkly white, lit by artificial lights hung on the ceiling. The walls were plain, white like the tile floor. There was only one door on the room, a wooden one with a frosted window that Madison couldn't see through. Besides the bed, the room was empty, with the exception of a small cabinet and sink in the corner.

    Madison stumbled to the door, holding the wall for balance, and cracked it open slightly. She peeked out and saw an empty gray hallway.

    “Hello? Is anybody there? When are you gonna finish…” the word caught in her throat, “juicing... me?”

    She was met with no response. She went back to the bed and sat back down. She poked and prodded her blue body, trying to figure out how much juice was still in her. She found that in addition to her ass, boobs, and legs, her arms also developed a bit of pudge around where they joined her shoulders. Her back too, she felt, was softer. Her shoulder blades were no longer defined, and when she bent over she couldn't feel her spine beneath her flesh.

    One thing that was really peculiar, she found, was that she was much more flexible that she was that morning. She could twist around almost inhumanly to see her backside, a supposed side effect of swelling up and being deflated.

    After 30 minutes of waiting, still nobody came. Madison practiced walking around the room and was getting the hang of her new body. Crossing an arm across her chest for modesty, she exited the room and began to look for signs of life. Luckily, the signs came quickly.

    At the end of the hall, she saw a plaque designating Mr. Wittman's office. She strolled to the door and tried the handle. It opened, and she poked her blue head in the doorway.

    Wittman looked up and saw her in the doorway. As if he'd been expecting her, he leaned back calmly. “Ah, you're finally awake,” he pulled up a small box and placed it on his desk, “these are for you.”

    “I was- um- I was wondering when you were gonna finish-” Madison shifted her weight from one leg to the other, her large ass shifting her balance as her thighs rubbed together, “finish juicing me.” She blushed a deep purple.

    “Oh, you are done,” Wittman said nonchalantly. It took Madison a moment to process. All she could muster was a feeble “what?”.

   “You're done being juiced. You can put on your clothes and go home,” Wittman tapped on the box on his desk.

    “But- but I'm still blue,” Madison gasped. Her dark eyebrows furrowed as she started to breath heavily. Her breasts pulsed beneath her hands. “I-I'm huge!”

    “Look,” Wittman said, looking at her sternly, “you stole an experimental piece of gum from my factory, took it out of the building, and chewed it all on your own volition. I didn't need to help you at all, you signed a contract, remember?” Madison's lip began to tremble. “Besides,” Wittman continued, “I couldn't turn you back to normal even if I wanted to. Some of the juice fused with you. Maybe if we didn't catch you so late in the process we could do more, but I did the best I could with what was given to me. Now get dressed and get out of my factory.”

    “Look at me!” Madison cried, she uncovered her tits and lifted them with her hands. They were heavy, and when she let them go they shook violently on her chest. “I'm gigantic!”

    Wittman averted his eyes and pushed the box forward. “The clothes have been fitted.” He glanced towards her, “and your stomach is rather trim, at least. Get dressed and I'll have them bring a mirror to that room you were in.”

    Madison cried out an entitled sigh and grabbed the box of clothes. As she walked out of the office she made sure to sway her hips, accentuating how big her rear had gotten. Unfortunately, she still couldn't completely control her girth, and she slammed her hips into the doorframe. She began to cry to herself as she limped back to her room.

    Like a cruel joke, Mr. Wittman bought her the exact same outfit she wore to the factory. Her breasts pushed the small white top off her body, revealing more sideboob than covering, and her nipples were clearly defined against the cloth.

    She had trouble fitting her ass into the shorts. After much struggling and a little dance, she finally pulled the tight black fabric over her rear. She half flowed out the bottom of the shorts, and her thighs pressed the legs together. The shorts fit more like bikini bottoms, leaving almost all of her legs uncovered. Her shoes were the same, black converse, but she had trouble tying them when her knees pushed into her breasts. Once she was dressed, some man Madison had never seen before brought in a full body mirror. He averted his gaze from her and left without saying anything. Madison looked in the mirror and screamed.

    It's one thing to see parts of her body blue and swollen, but to see the whole thing at once was something else. The most shocking thing was her face. It wasn't fat, but it was definitely chubby. She pressed a hand against her soft cheek and watched it press in deeply. Her nose ring was still silver, looking like a sore thumb on her dark face. Her mascara had run down her chubby cheeks, leaving black streaks on her purple skin. Out of habit, she smiled at herself in the mirror. Her dimples still showed, and may have been even deeper from her full cheeks. Her hair was still wet, soaked with juice. Her shoulder length hair had gone from brown and blonde to a dark purple and lilac.

    Looking down, Madison's hourglass figure became apparent. Her shoulders were broad supporting her wide breasts. More of her boobs were showing than she realized, her top only really concerned her nipples and cleavage. Thick underboob poked out beneath the triangle. Her torso shrunk into her skinny stomach, her belly looking outrageously thin in proportion to her chest and bottom. Her hips flared out, growing quite a few inches before they stuffed into her shorts. The black shorts were skin tight, practically glued to her wide hips.

    ‘I'm Madison Westbrook,’ she thought to herself, twisting in the mirror. The straps on her shirt sunk into her blue skin. ‘I'm not a blueberry.’ She tried to pose in the mirror, running her hand down her leg. Her thighs jiggled beneath her palm, she let out a whimper. She looked herself in her eyes, her dark blue eyes, and nodded. ‘Time to face the world.’

    She walked out of the room, flipping a blue middle finger to Wittman's office, and she made her way to the exit of the factory. When she walked out the factory door it was dark out. She hailed a taxi and rode in silence all the way home. When they got to her house the driver told her the ride was free and he drove away quickly as soon as Madison was out of the car. In the big scheme of things, Madison was lucky again, she didn't have any money on her. She, of course, didn't feel lucky.

    She snuck into her house and crawled upstairs. Her parents were sleeping, and she was careful not to wake them. She wasn't ready to deal with them yet. She laid down on her bed, on top of the blankets, and fell asleep in her clothes, without even checking her phone which had been at home all day. She woke up to the smell of bacon and crawled out of bed. She slunk down the stairs into the kitchen, and things were disastrous.

    For one, her parents were making blueberry pancakes. Madison saw the bowl of blueberries next to the counter and let out a cry, calling her mother's attention. When her mother saw her, she screamed and almost fainted. When Madison explained the whole story, her father was furious. He threatened to sue the pants off of Wittman candies, but Madison signed a contract absolving him of all responsibilities, and their case would never hold up in court. As days went by, their situation only got worse. Madison's mother couldn't seem to come to terms with her blue daughter, and she would leave the room whenever she entered. Four days after the incident her father came into her bedroom and sat down next to her.

    “Madison, your mother and I have been thinking… it may not be best for you to attend University next year.”

    Madison was wearing a loose grey sweatshirt and black yoga pants, which wrapped around her figure and stretched thin around her ass, letting a faint blue show through.

    “Daddy,” Madison said, looking her father in the eyes, “I'm fine, I can handle myself in the world.” She didn't know if this was true, her parents had kept her housebound since the tour.

    “I'm sure you can, honey,” her father said, looking at her blue mascaraed eyes, “we just don't think it would be in the best… interest for the world to know the Westbrooks have a blueberry for a daughter.”

    Madison began to tear up again, looking at her father. Blue juice pooled beneath her eyes as she said, “please Daddy, let me go.” Her father stood up silently and walked out of her room, closing her door behind him.

    Madison hasn't spoken to anyone from the tour since the incident. She had no interested in talking to Kylie, who was probably still washing chocolate out of her hair, and whenever she thought of Sarah she could only think of what she used to be. What was most heartbreaking was that she tried to message Daniel, but her loyal follower had blocked her on all social media. Madison flopped down on her bed with a sigh, her purple hair flaying beneath her head. She looked at her phone, and for some reason, perhaps out of spite towards her unsupportive parents, she turned on the camera. She lifted her sweater up to just below her boobs, revealing her long blue stomach and purple ring, which she kept in, and she snapped a selfie on the bed. She deleted all the photos on her Instagram and posted the picture. For a caption, she wrote “Introducing the new Madison Westbrook,” followed by a blueberry emoji and a slew of hashtags.

    The photo picked up steam pretty quickly, and soon Madison found herself going viral. Every day she would post a photo of herself in less and less clothing, as her follower count went up and up. Who knew people would be so infatuated with a blueberry girl?

    Madison began sneaking out of the house, and she became a mascot at various college parties from a local University. When she finally gained access to her parents trust for her at the age of twenty, she moved out of the house to California, where she was able to pursue her interests as she pleased. As she began to rely more and more on her body, one thing led to another, and Madison became one of the biggest porn stars on the internet. She was no virgin before the factory tour, but after she changed sex had become so much more enjoyable. Her improved flexibility assisted greatly, allowing her to assume positions never before possible. After a few years, Madison couldn't remember life before she was a blueberry, and she was happy.

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A cool breeze blew through the courtyard, shaking the trees and sending a chill through Madison Westbrook.

    Madison was 19, what she considered to be the prime of her life. She had everything a girl could ask for, most believed, and in reality it was true. Her parents were rich and bought her anything she wanted, her body was to kill for, and she was one of the most popular teens from her high school. Once college started in a few months she'd be going to one the most prestigious schools in the nation, thanks in no small part to a sizable donation from the Westbrook foundation.

    She was a brunette, with shoulder length wavy hair framing her small tan face. The brown locks faded into a blonde ombre as they flowed past her neck. Her eyebrows were manicured, trim and proper above her piercing blue eyes with long eyelashes that needed no mascara (although plenty was still applied). Her nose was small and upturned, a trendy ring sticking through the left nostril. Her mouth was small, covered in dark lipstick that filled out her lips nicely. Through years of manipulating desperate men (and the occasional woman) Madison had mastered the sarcastic smirk. It helped that she had dimples when she smiled, lighting up her soft cheeks.

    Below the neckline she was just as impressive. She developed her breasts a little later than other girls, but when they came they came hard. She had somewhere between a D cups and E cups, but she skipped out on the belly most girls with big breasts develop. She was thin, with a miniscule waist and sizable hips. Down below things were similar. She had an eye turning ass situated on top of full thighs, but she possessed a wide thigh gap and muscular calves. Most envious to other women, however, was how she maintained her body. While other women spent every weekend on the treadmills, Madison was just genetically gifted. This didn't stop her from posing in gym clothes for her Instagram followers, of course, but as far as actual exercise went there was very little. She could eat whatever she wanted, and it all just went away into the void that was her metabolism.

    As one may be able to guess, Madison was proud of her body, with modesty being a rare emotion for her. Today she wore a white halter-neck crop top and a pair of black shorts. The top was a little triangle of fabric that went from her neck to just below her breasts. Her cleavage was covered, but she made up for it by letting some side-boob flow out near her upper arms. Her back was completely uncovered, only obstructed by two thin straps, one running along her neck holding the top of her shirt, and the other just under her shoulder blades holding the bottom. she opted out of a bra that day, a choice she mildly regretted as the chilly air pushed her nipples against the fabric. She crossed her gooseflesh-covered arms across her chest, pressing them into her squishy buxom.

    Her shorts were a little low cut, rising to a few inches below her belly button, showing off her small diamond navel piercing. As a result, almost her entire upper body visible. The shorts also were fairly short, exhibiting her long, slender legs. On her feet she wore no-show socks with a pair of black converse. All in all, the outfit was designed for a day much warmer than today, but when it came to planning, Madison cared more about appearance than comfort.

    At this point, it's probably important to mention that Madison was not alone in the courtyard. She stood with a group of three friends, all high school graduates like herself. First there was Daniel Clements, a nerdy type who had fallen head over heels for Madison. She was way out of his league, of course, but that didn't stop Madison from leading him along. He was a great source for quiz answers, and he always completed her homework promptly and correctly. He had short brown hair, combed to the side, and round thick frame glasses, a callback to the recent hipster trend. He wore a patterned button down and jeans. He stood a few inches taller than Madison, which was a plus in her books, but face it, she'd never date a bookish type.

    Next up there was Sarah Peters. She could best be described as Madison Lite. She wasn't quite as wealthy, wasn't quite as attractive, but was a close second. She had brown hair and a thin body, but her breasts were a few sizes smaller and her hips a little bit thinner. Personally wise, her and Madison were near identical. The two of them would often work together to hook up with guys around town, scoring free dinner and usually a little bit more. Sarah was the smarter of the two girls, by a margin, and she dressed more appropriately for the weather. She had on a tight black turtleneck sweater that wrapped around her breasts and covered her arms. It cut off just below her navel, but was meet with a pair of high waisted skinny jeans. The outfit still showed off her body, but kept her from shivering like Madison.

    Last up was Kylie. Ugh, Kylie. She was obsessed with being popular like Madison, but couldn't face that she didn't have the body for it. She beat Madison to puberty, but she never developed as much. A few years ago her breasts were way smaller than Madison's, but she tried to change that by eating more fatty foods in her diet. It worked, and she did have bigger boobs, but a lot of the weight went to her stomach and legs. She wasn't fat, just chubby, but she still dressed like she was thin as a twig. She always tried to copy Madison's style, but her clothes were always way too small. Today she was practically spilling out of a blue halter-neck top and denim shorts. She had long blonde hair that flowed past her soft face down to her back, and she often dyed it various colors to catch guys’ attention. Her attitude was toxic, and she always tried to show up Madison and act like she was sexier. Madison and Sarah only kept her around because she was desperate and stupid, and would often go to ridiculous lengths to try to be sexier than Madison. She even got a navel piercing after Madison did, but the rings often were shadowed by her deep belly button. Kylie would never admit it, but she was wrapped around Madison's finger as much as Daniel was.

    Now that the cast is set, it's time for why they were standing in a courtyard on a cool day in late summer. The courtyard in particular was that of the Wittman Candy factory. Madison had won a contest (or more so her parents paid for her to win) for a private tour for four to the elusive factory. Madison had her pick of the litter for who to bring, but her group of four had been through so much together through high school it only seemed right that they had this last romp before they went their separate ways to University.

    They'd been standing outside for about half an hour. The weather was fairly nice and they were making good conversation, but Madison was tired of shivering in the breeze. When Mr. Wittman finally opened the doors to the factory Madison hardly batted an eye at the great candy maker and shoved her way into the warm corridor. Wittman was dressed rather eccentrically, one must admit, donning a three piece grey suit with wingtip shoes, but Madison didn't notice nor care.

    Once inside the group of four introduced themselves to the Candyman. Madison went first, of course, she was the winner after all. Mr. Wittman held out a hand to shake, which Madison snobbishly ignored. Daniel and Sarah both shook hands, but when it came time for Kylie she also skipped the formality, going as far as to sneer at the man.

    Before the tour could officially begin, Wittman led the group into an official looking office. Laid out before them were four long contracts full of legal jargon. NDAs, T&C's, “I claim all responsibility” yada yada yada. Everyone signed on the dotted line with hardly a cursory glance at the scripture. Now the tour was officially underway.

    The first stop was the candy room. Mr. Wittman opened the doors to the room- room was really the wrong word, field is more correct. There were hills of vibrant green grass, giant trees and even a river with a waterfall to boot. Madison was amazed, but disgusted by the sight of the water, which was a deep muddy brown.

    “It's chocolate,” Wittman said, noticing Madison's repulsion, “it's the only chocolate in the world to be churned by waterfall. Everything in this room is made of candy.”

    Madison looked around, noticing candy canes growing on the shores of the river. She looked carefully at the fruit growing on the trees- candy apples. She squatted down, her black shorts stretching, and looked at the greener than life grass. She ran a hand through it, finding it to be sticky sugar lace. 'gross,’ she thought, as Kylie bent down to try some. ‘people walk on that.’

    “Go ahead,” Wittman said, “try as much as you like. We'll meet back here when we're done.”

    With that the group dissipated, all running to try the different candies seemingly growing out of the ground. Kylie went down on all fours, eating fistfuls of the grass. She found a liking to it. Her breasts hung down, nearly brushing the ground. Daniel strolled along the shore, trying a few pieces of the rock-candy sand. Sarah was nibbling on the ear of a gummy bear she plucked from a short tree. Madison sat back on a candy stump, pretending to be ‘over it all,’ but even she would suck on a little lollipop she found growing under a tree.

    The friends ate and walked for about fifteen minutes. Kylie got bored of the grass fairly quickly and started grabbing fistfuls of everything she could find. She loved candy and wanted to try every type offered in the room. After a while she found herself thirsty and began to eye the chocolate river.

    Nobody knows exactly how Kylie fell in the river. Mr. Wittman saw her kneeling down on the shore of the river and called out for her to stop. The river was the only thing not to be contaminated with human hands. Madison was nearby and leaned over to pull her back, or so she said, when Kylie slipped into the flowing river. Kylie would later go on to claim she felt a shove, but other eyewitnesses couldn't confirm. The current quickly ripped her from the shore as she struggled to keep her head above the chocolate. She had never learned to swim. Mr. Wittman hurried to try to pull her out of the river, grabbing a candy branch that had been pulled off a tree, but Kylie was already too far into the middle of the river. That's when the pipe descended.

    The pipe was clear and wide, coming down from a tank suspended in the ceiling. It began to suck up chocolate for transportation, creating a vortex in the flowing chocolate. Unable to control her direction, Kylie quickly found herself being sucked towards the tube, spinning round and around the pipe. Finally, her head descended into the chocolate and didn't come up. Daniel, Sarah, and Madison watched, shocked, as the chocolate kept flowing up the tube and Kylie was nowhere to be scene. Mr. Wittman paced back and forth, muttering nervous sayings to himself and glancing at the pipe every so often.

    Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Daniel saw Kylie getting sucked up the pipe. Unfortunately, he noticed her because she was stuck. She gasped for air as the chocolate above her was sucked into the tank. Her breasts and stomach were pressed against the tank, stopping all flow of chocolate. She let out a small grunt of pain as her navel piercing jammed into her belly. Her face was plastered with chocolate, her hair colored brown and matted against her head. She looked down at the group deep below her with wide eyes. She wiggled her arms, or tried to, but couldn't move them in the pipe. Her thick legs were similarly pinned against each other. Her clothes were brown and stuck against her body.

    “She's stuck,” Madison said, looking up at her with a closed-lip smile. Kylie's eyes went wide as she felt the growing pressure of the chocolate below her.

    “She won't be for long,” Daniel said, with much less malice. He saw the seams in the pipe start to strain.

    “She's gonna break the pipe,” Sarah said, finding the situation as funny as Madison did.

    Kylie's breathing quickened, restricted as the pipe pressed against her chest. Her shirt, stained dark brown, clung to her wet body, and left little to the imagination. A shiver ran through her as the pressure of the chocolate heaved into her shorts, pressing against her vagina.

    With a bang, the pressure finally burst, sending Kylie up the pipe like a bullet. She was visible in the glass tank as she tried to bang against the glass, chocolate filling up around her. She became less and less visible as the filled up, until only her chocolate streaked face and brown-stained hair stuck out above the chocolate. As sudden as it appeared, the tank moved out of the room, through a hidden panel in the ceiling. A faint shrill of Kylie's scream was all that could be heard.

    “There she goes,” Madison said, leaning back on one long leg, sucking on her lollipop. “Where's it taking her?”

   “The fudge room,” Wittman replied, inciting a chuckle from Sarah. “We'll fish her out and get her cleaned up, don't worry,” he continued.

    “Oh,” Madison smirked, “we won't.”

    After that incident, the tour went rather smoothly. The three remaining friends saw many incredible sights and they were guided through the rest of the factory. One notable sight was a room filled with squirrels that Wittman had trained to crack open nuts. The group walked through a corridor surrounded by squirrels on both sides, all hard at work cracking nuts. Madison couldn't get over how cute they were. “I want one,” she said to Wittman. He tried to explain to her that they weren't for sale and she glared at him. “I. Want. One.” She said, slowly and confidently. She reached out for a squirrel which, as it turned out, didn't like being touched. It turned around and hissed, scratching Madison's arm and drawing a small bit of blood.

    “Ow! Your vermin bit me!” Madison screamed, nursing her arm.

    “No, it scratched you. Go wash it off,” Wittman said, starting to be done with Madison's attitude. She went to a nearby restroom and cleaned off the scratch. The wound was light, and wouldn't scar. Already it was beginning to scab over. Madison let out a sigh and returned to the group to continue on the tour.

    The final stop was the inventing room, one of the most secretive spaces in the factory. Wittman explained to the three teens that every single piece of Wittman candy was conceived in that very room they all stood in.

    “Watch this,” he said excitedly, running around a large machine that stood in the middle of the room. Lights began to flash all over the machine as the mechanisms released monstrous noises. Madison saw different orbs of liquid pump into a large mixing vat. A little bit of red flowed in, then some brownish pink, and finally a dash of blue. The machine let out a screaming whhrrrr as a sudden cascade of the blue liquid dumped into the machine. Wittman didn't seem to notice the malfunction, or perhaps it wasn't a malfunction at all. Madison decided not to mention anything to him. After what felt like an eternity (but was only really 3 minutes) a small cube fell into a collecting case at the bottom of the machine.

    “That's it?” Sarah asked, cynical of the amount of work put into such a small candy.

     “Do it even know what ‘it’ is?” Mr. Wittman asked to blank responses. “It's gum, but not just any gum. This little cube contains an entire three course meal! Imagine, once I get this on the market there'll be no more cooking, no more cleaning, just a piece of Wittman gum for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!”

    Sarah looked at the candy maker in disbelief. “No way, you have to let me try it.”

    “Unfortunately it's not quite ready for public testing,” Wittman sighed dejectedly, “there are still a few kinks R&D haven't been able to work out yet.”

    Sarah groaned sadly, but soon found herself distracted by the other amazing confections filling the room. Soon she was strolling off, asking Mr. Wittman questions about some sort of everlasting gob-something. Madison wasn't listening, she was focused on just one thing: the gum. She didn't even really like gum, but after what happened to her in the factory, she deserved it. She would be the first person to try three course meal gum. She would be famous, books would be written about her, but first she needed to get the gum. Finally, she was glad she brought Daniel along. Showtime.

    Madison sauntered over to Daniel's side and leaned against his side. She pressed her breasts into his arm as she whispered in his ear, ‘Daniel…’ She bit her lip as she grabbed his hand. He let her, surprised and flustered by what was happening. She led his hand down her long, warm stomach. She dragged his knuckles across her navel piercing and looked him in the eyes, batting her eyelashes over her deep blue eyes. ‘I need that gum,’ she pulled his hand between her two soft thighs and pressed her legs together. Daniel's knees nearly buckled as he mumbled an “Ok.” Madison ended with a small thrust against his wrist with her small black shorts. She let go of his arm and walked towards Sarah. She glanced back over her shoulder, tossing her hair back, and gave him one of her signature smiles. “Thanks,” she winked. Daniel joined Sarah and Madison a minute later. He made eye contact with Madison and patted his pocket. With a gentle nod it was confirm. The gum had been secured.

    Madison led Daniel and Sarah back into the courtyard. Wittman had stayed inside, filing paperwork about Kylie. Sarah and Madison caught a glimpse of her in Wittman's office and couldn't help but giggle. Kylie was still drenched in chocolate, her long blonde hair plastered to her back, turned dark brown. Her face, stomach, and thighs were covered in streaks of chocolate, contrasting her pale skin. Her clothes were all brown, not a sign of their once blue color left. Her outfit must have torn in the pipe, because Madison caught a glimpse of upper thigh spilling out of Kylie's chocolate shorts. Exchanging sly glances, Sarah and Madison left the factory with Daniel and walked back out into the courtyard.

    The day had warmed up, and the sun felt good against Madison's skin. She stretched in the light, arching her back and pushing her chest forward. As she did, some underboob slipped out from beneath her top, and a moment later her breasts were bouncing out up to the nipple. Madison stopped stretching and blushed a deep red as she quickly readjusted her top. Daniel and Sarah both saw Madison's boobs, reacting in different ways. Daniel blushed a light pink and started at the ground. Sarah, who had seen Madison's boobs at a few sleepovers before, just laughed at her friend's mistake. Madison crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Sarah, still blushing all the while. Nobody laughs at Madison, she's supposed to be the one laughing at others. Still though, she let out a faint smile. She had something Sarah wanted.

    “Daniel,” she said coyly, “can I have that gum now?”

    “What gum,” Sarah asked, suddenly inquisitive as Daniel pulled out a multicolored cube from his pocket.

    “Oh, it's nothing,” Madison teased, running an arm through her hair, showing off her thin arms and shaved underarm, “just a piece of gum Daniel picked up for me in the inventing room.”

    “No way,” Sarah said in disbelief, no longer even thinking of Madison's wardrobe malfunction. Madison raised an eyebrow and smirked as she popped the gum into her mouth and began to chew.

    The flavor hit her like a wall. Instantly Madison felt waves of what tasted like tomato soup rushing down her throat. She stored the gum in her cheek for a moment, still chewing on it.

    “Oh my god!” She gasped in disbelief, “This is amazing! It's like I'm really having tomato soup!” Sarah looked on with jealousy as her friend became the first girl in the world to have a chewing gum meal.

    “Wait, wait, it's changing! Roast beef, with baked potato!” Madison put a hand on her stomach, savoring the tender meat as she chewed. Her stomach felt warm. She let out a small moan of delight, half serious and half just to rub it in to Sarah.

    Finally, the gum began to change to it's final course. Madison screamed, wide eyed, “Blueberry pie and ice cream! This has to be the best pie I've ever tasted!” Thick blueberry juice began to pour out of the gum, Madison swallowing it all. The juice was sweet, reminding Madison of freshly picked berries her parents bought every summer. She closed her eyes and smiled in the sun, reminiscing over the memory. The light beamed on her, and as she chewed she felt she was crossing a barrier she could never uncross.

    “Hey Madison,” Daniel said, snapping her out of her reverie, “is your arm doing alright?”

    “Huh?” Madison asked, half listening. She looked down at the scratch on her arm. Where there was once a line of dried red now laid a thin line of blue liquid. She touched the scratch and saw that the blue stuff was sticky. She'd read somewhere once that blood turned blue when it was de-oxinated, whatever that meant, but she'd never seen it happen to her.

    “Weird,” she said nonchalantly, “I'll go wash it off again.” Madison walked to the nearest public restroom, a dirty little place down the road from the factory. She washed her arm in the sink, and was surprised to see that when she washed the blue stuff off there was no scratch underneath. Her arm had completely healed. Confused, she looked at herself in the mirror, making eye contact with her reflection. Her eyes looked darker, a deeper blue than she remembered. She brushed some strands of hair behind her ear as she furrowed her eyebrows. 'This is so weird.’

    She looked down at her body in the mirror. She realized she was revealing a lot more sideboob than she realized, surely a consequence of when she pulled her shirt her shirt down after her accidental exposure. She pulled at the top two sides of her small triangular top, but try as she might she couldn't get the shirt to cover her sideboob without revealing too much underboob. After about 2 minutes of trying she gave up with a sigh, and quickly went back to enjoying the gum she was chewing, which was still pumping out blueberry juice in heaps. She pulled down on her shorts, which she felt starting to ride up, and went out of the restroom back to her friends.

    She approached Daniel, prepared to show him her completely healed arm, but he spoke before he could get the words out.

    “What, did you just wipe your arm on your belly ring?”

    “What?” Madison asked, confused. She looked down at her ring, her stomach bending slightly. Her belly button looked a deep blue, surrounding her little jewel ring, causing it to stick out sharply.

    “Aw fuck, I didn't even notice that,” she said, wiping at her belly button with her finger. The blue didn't come off, and it didn't feel as sticky as her arm did either. She looked carefully, and could see the blue spreading in a circle, expanding outside her navel onto her stomach.

   “Ummmmmm…”

    She put her hands on her stomach, framing her blue belly button in a triangle. As she did she felt her boobs press up against her upper arms. The skin-on-skin contact was warm and off-putting. Her stomach felt softer than it normally did, like a thin layer of pudge had developed on it over the day.

    Sarah knelt down on one knee and looked closely at the growing navy circle surrounding her belly button. With a gentle hand she touched right below Madison's ring. Her skin was unnaturally warm. Sarah's hand sunk in about half an inch and she pulled back. She noticed a small lip forming where Madison's stomach met her tiny shorts. She looked up at Madison’s face nervously, “Madison…” Madison took a small step back away from Sarah, not wanting to be touched. She kept her hands on her stomach, watching as the circle began to lose its shape as it spread further across than up and down. Sarah looked down at Madison's legs. They also were beginning to form a lip where they stuffed into Madison's shorts. Sarah twisted around and got a look at Madison's backside. As she expected, two pale half-moons were hanging out the back of Madison's already tight shorts.

    Madison watched as the blue wave began to cover almost all the way across 3 inches of her stomach, meeting her hands. She bit her lower lip, not seductively like she did with Daniel earlier, but out of nervousness as the blue slowly crept across her sides. She let out a small gasp of pain as she started to chew on her lip. She couldn't stop chewing the gum. The blueberry flavor kept pumping, showing no signs of stopping. She looked at her sides, blue creeping across just under her rib cage. She followed along as the blue continued onto her back. She reflexively flexed her back, but could not see her spine appear. She twisted back forward and looked at Daniel, who just stared back in stunned silence. She looked down at Sarah, who was investigating Madison like she was some kind of science experiment. She looked rather silly, from afar one would think she was wearing a thick blue belt across her bare stomach. She let out a moan of fear, so different from her moan of pleasure only 10 minutes ago. “What's happening to me?” She groaned between chews. The blue band spread upwards, not all consistently, her belly definitely got a head start on her back.

    Madison began to run her hands over her blue sides and back. Like her stomach, everything had developed a layer of pudge. The blue covered about half her exposed chest, leaving her with a cerulean stomach as it worked it's way up her ribcage. She hadn't noticed that the blue was also working it's way down. The whole band of blue was tucked into her shorts, and her sides seemed to overflow the tight waistband more than her stomach was. She had a blueberry muffin top.

    The blue continued up her back and chest, until it finally tucked into her halter top. This didn't stop anyone from watching the blue progress up her back and sides, but it did mean that her breasts were finally succumbing to the navy wave. The blue traveled over her shoulder blades and under her arms, and it started to climb up the bottoms of her arms. Madison let out a small 'mmph’ as the blue covered her nipples, and almost immediately she felt a tingling sensation as her nipples became hard and pushed against her thin top. She could watch as the blue wrapped around her sideboob, connecting to the blue on her sides. The blue finished her shoulders and began to sneak up to her neck. Madison looked very strange now, an increasingly chubby girl with a completely blue torso, a tan head and legs, and arms with blue shoulders.

    Her knees suddenly buckled as the blue spread over her vagina. She could feel the color flow inside her. Her thighs bumped against each other, giving off a faint jiggle. Madison let out a small scream and Sarah fell backwards at the startle. She looked up at Madison's face and saw her wide, blue eyes, her deep pink blush. Madison wasn't just nervous, she was scared out of her mind.

    Madison's hands began to tug on the bottoms of her shorts. Sarah saw that her crotch was pressing against the fabric, which couldn't have been comfortable for Madison. The blue poured like molasses out of her shorts down onto her long, creamy thighs. At the same time, the blue spread down her arms, approaching the elbow. Madison began to breath quicker as her focus rapidly shifted between her arms and her legs. Her breasts pressed against her top with every inhale, accentuating her hard nipples.

    She pressed a hand into her thigh and it squished in nearly a ¾ of an inch. She focused on the contrast as her thigh slowly turned blue against her still pale hand. Her forearm had started to turn cerulean just as the color wrapped around her knee. All the while, the wave of blue was slowly creeping up her neck. Madison's thoughts were racing at a mile a minute as her body changed, moving almost too fast to comprehend. All she could focus on was her blue body. She barely even paid attention to her sudden pudge. She looked down at her breasts, pouring out of the sides of her top. She grabbed her small top with one hand and pushed against the side of one of her blue boobs with the other. Her effort to cover herself was futile. Her top was stuffed to the brim when she put it on this morning, and it certainly wouldn't fit right now. As she looked down Madison felt a small pressure against her neck. A hand flew up and felt her neck, discovering that a small second chin had developed, only visible when she looked down.

    ‘This can't be happening to me,’ she thought as the blue sank down her calves, ‘I'm Madison Westbrook. I'm the pretty one, the popular one.’

    The blue washed over her ankles and into her shoes. Meanwhile, on her arms the blue had snuck down to her wrist and was slowly covering her hands. Madison held up a changing hand in front of her face (which wasn't blue yet, but the bottom of her chin was already getting darker). The blue spread slowly across her palm and the back of her hand, and then began to snake up each of Madison's delicate fingers. The first knuckle, then the second knuckle, until finally the fingernail filled in with a pool of purple. Madison looked back down and placed a blue hand on her blue stomach. It matched perfectly, squishing in now a whole inch.

    Sarah, still sitting on the ground, watched Madison's face slowly change. Madison's focus kept changing as she looked from her hands to her stomach, to her breasts, and then to her thighs. All the while, the blue slowly crept up her chin. When it got to her lips they filled in a light purple. It looked fluidic as her dark lipstick slowly washed away. The blue climbed up Madison's cheeks as she still chewed the gum. Her cheeks wobbled, not immune to the pudge on the rest of her body. Her eyes developed rings of blue, and for a moment she reminded Sarah of a raccoon, but then the two rings connected above the bridge of her nose. The blue spread outwards, wrapping around her small ears. Suddenly, there became a race on Madison's face over which would turn blue first, the tip of her nose or the top of her forehead. Madison, of course, was oblivious to all of this, as she couldn't see her own face. Instead she twisted around and investigated her blue, exposed back. Sarah took a quick glance down and saw blue half-moons in the shorts now. She looked back up at Madison's face only to see that the race had been a tie. Her whole body was blue, from toe to tip. Madison's nose ring looked out of place on the scared girl's face.

    Madison bent forward and looked at her blue ankles in her shoes, and her hair fell into her face. Out of habit, she used a blue hand to brush her hair back behind her ear. Her hair remained brown, she half noted, with a blonde ombre - only, that wasn't right. Her hair was brown, yes, but the blonde dye had somehow turned a shade of lilac. The fading hair really completed the look as Madison stood there, blue in the courtyard.

    Madison let out a small whimper, a combination of fear and discomfort. She poked her belly button ring. The ring was cold, a bizarre dipole to how warm her body was. She looked at Daniel, still frozen, silent, staring. She took a few small steps backwards, her breasts jiggling in her top with every step. Sarah was pacing around Madison, taking the spectacle in from every angle.

    Madison turned, following Sarah around for a moment. She looked at Sarah's body, her face. Madison had always been top dog, with Sarah being a close second, but if she stayed blue forever there's no way Madison could outrank Sarah. Madison let out a whine and shifted from one leg to the other. With every step her sideboob shook, longing to be free of the tight crop top.

    ‘Why is everyone just staring at me?’ Madison asked herself, ‘I'm supposed to be the leader, everyone's supposed to love me!’

    The turned towards Daniel, who'd been head over heels for her since freshman year, “Don't just stand there! Help me!” Her voice quivered as she spoke, giving evidence of her terror.

    “How can we possibly help you?” Sarah asked, not trying to be mean, but practical.

    “You-” Madison began, 'You can't’ her mind spoke. “Figure something-” Madison was cut short as a loud gurgling emitted from her stomach. Her hands flew back to their triangle position around her belly button as the gurgling continued.

    “Mmmnnnggg,” Madison groaned as she felt a growing pressure build within her. Sarah stared in disbelief as Madison clutched her tummy. Suddenly Madison's breasts began to grow.

    They swelled slowly, but the growth was clear. Her boobs pushed forward, appearing to get perkier. Madison's boobs pushed less out to the side and more to the front, her nipples still pressing into her top. As her breasts grew, the strings holding her triangle of fabric on grew tighter. They dug into her soft back and sides. Sarah could only stand, mouth agape. It looked like Madison was wearing a push-up bra- a stuffed push-up bra at that, except she clearly wasn't. Her shirt pushed off her body, exposing her cerulean underboob. She blushed a deep purple and crossed an arm under her boobs. The other hand tried to pull down her top, but her boobs gave no slack. They weren't squishy anymore, they were growing firm. Finally the swelling stopped, her boobs no longer resting downwards, but pushed out. If her top didn't cover her cleavage, it would appear like a deep blue valley. Any crease in her chest, like where her boobs met her underarms, had gone smooth. The pressure was evident of what had happened. Her boobs had filled up.

    Madison crossed both arms under her breasts and looked at Sarah with a terrified confusion. “What's gonna happen to me?” she asked, as she cringed from the pressure in her breasts.

    Another gurgle, longer this time, rolled in Madison's belly. She let out a gasp as her vagina pushed into her shorts, only that's not what happened. Her ass was swelling, pulling her shorts tighter across her crotch. Sarah walked behind Madison and watched the blue half-moons grow. Like her breasts, Madison's ass seemed to 'fill,’ pushing out further and getting firmer.

    “You're swelling up,” Sarah gasped, stating the obvious. Madison wobbled as she almost lost her balance from her shift in weight. “Like a blueberry.”

    Madison's lip trembled when she heard Sarah say that. She wasn't a blueberry! She was Madison Westbrook! She still looked like a girl, albeit with bigger tits and ass, and she was blue, but she was nowhere near a blueberry!

    Madison let out a small grunt of pain as the pressure inside her continued to mount. She walked away from Sarah, keeping her hands on her stomach, as she felt her thighs begin to rub together. She bent forward to look over her boobs and saw that indeed her legs had swollen, and to further that, small tears were begging to form on the sides of her shorts. Finally, the moment she was dreading arrived.

    Her belly began to expand under her hands, pushing them apart. The growth was slow but steady, and Madison rocked as her stomach swelled. Her legs continued to grow all the while, and her hips too began to widen out. Her stance widened to accommodate her growing assets, much to her chagrin. As her belly grew, Madison really became aware of how little clothing she was wearing. Completely uncovered, her navel piercing stuck out as her belly swelled.

    Madison felt tears begin to form in her eyes, she couldn't help it. Just 30 minutes ago she was a lean mean beauty queen, and now she was just a fat blue freak. A tear rolled down her soft cheek onto her lips. The tear was sweet, like the juice from the gum.

    Her shorts were the first to go. As her stance got wider and wider and her ass pushed firmly against the seat of the shorts, the stitches simply couldn't hold strong. One by one they all popped off, and Madison's shorts fell to the floor, revealing that, like her bra, she had opted out of underwear that day. She blushed a deep purple again as her swollen blue vagina was put on display. Madison now was growing more like a pear than a blueberry. Her legs and stomach swelled while her bust remained mostly unchanged, past the initial swelling. Her hands poked and prodded all over her swelling body, until her arm brushed by her breasts, sending a shot of pain through her nerves from the pressure. Two blue stains formed on her white top, and Sarah took another step back, disgusted by Madison's leakage.

    Madison's top half began to finally swell, her breasts staying the same size but her sides and back growing outwards. In an instant the thin so m straps holding her shirt on snapped, sending the cloth flying. A small dribble of juice flowed down her huge chest from her nipples as she stood there naked.

    Madison felt like she was a water balloon, already filled near capacity but still finding room to expand. Her hands couldn't press into her stomach anymore, instead underneath her skin she felt a powerful sloshing of juice flowing through her.

    Her crotch started to lower to the ground as her stomach swelled, and her arms started to get sucked into her sides. She flapped her hands and moaned as her elbows sunk into her growing body. She was starting to get spherical now, much more blueberry than pear. She looked down over her swelling mass and saw Sarah was getting farther away from her. Madison was getting taller as her body looked for more room to grow.

    “Sarah! Please help me!” She yelled, unsure of how Sarah even could help, “Sarah! Pwease!”

    A huge surge of juice pumped into Madison's face. Her cheeks puffed out, restricting her speech and making her look slightly ridiculous. She let out a small shriek as she felt her warm vagina press against the cold pavement. Her legs lifted off the ground as her body rocked on her swollen crotch.

    Sarah looked up at her growing friend who once looked so much like her. Madison's face was almost hidden, her neck sucked well into her growing sphere. Her nose ring shined in a glare from the sun. Sarah heard fearful moaning coming from Madison, and the creaking of growing skin.

    Larger and larger she grew, and now the skinny girl was nearly 8 feet across. All Madison could do was chew and groan, unable to move or speak properly. Daniel still stood, frozen.

    With a stroke of luck, possibly the most luck Madison had ever had, at that moment Kylie exited the factory. The chocolate covered girl took one step out the door and screamed at the sight of Madison.

    At the sound, Mr. Wittman came rushing out after Kylie. He gasped at the sight of Madison, unaware of what he was even looking at for a second. Once he noticed the purple brunette hair atop the giant blueberry, he realized what had happened. He took action immediately.

    “We need to roll her to the juicing room immediately.” He didn't ask about the gum, it was apparently what had happened.

    “Juishing?” Madison cried out, lips trembling.

    “We need to get all that juice out of you five minutes ago, come on.” He put two hands on Madison's back and began to push her forward. Madison screamed as her head approached the ground, and winced as her navel ring pressed into her giant stomach. It was a slow roll, but soon Sarah joined in and pushed as well. Madison grunted at the feeling of four hands against her bottom, but was more preoccupied by her gaining momentum.

    For a moment it looked like Madison wouldn't be able to fit through the door. Her sides brushed up against the frame, and she got stuck for a second. She let out a cry of pain as pressure grew on her sides. She couldn't believe how big she'd gotten, how her body was ruined and now she couldn't even fit through a doorway. She was about to cry when she felt Sarah ram into her back, shoving her though the door.

    The journey to the juicing room was long and painful. Madison moaned and whimpered the entire way, and got stuck in a few more doorways. By the time they finally made it she was approaching ten feet across. Her head was sunken up to her nose ring and her nipples were stretched across her chest, leaving a trail of juice. Her jaw pressed up against her body as she kept chewing the gum. The juicing room was huge, at least 30 feet by 30 feet, but Madison felt claustrophobic in the enclosed room. Sarah and Wittman left, and she saw that Kylie had tagged along to watch as well. Daniel must have stayed outside. The door slammed, and she heard Wittman's voice over a speaker system.

    “What's about to happen may hurt a little bit.”

    The ceiling began to descend slowly towards Madison. She looked down and noticed large drains on the floor. She screamed as the ceiling began to push against her body, increasing the pressure inside her. Juice began to stream out of her nipples and vagina, and Madison passed out.

    When Madison came to, she was lying on a hard bed. She bolted awake with a scream, sitting up. Her hands flew to her mouth, trying to pull the gum out, but she found that someone else must have done that when she was sleeping. She gasped when she saw her hands were still blue. She looked down and saw that she was blue, naked and seemingly normal sized. The now sickeningly sweet taste of blueberries was still strong on her tongue, even though the gum was gone.

    “Hello?” She called out. Her voice sounded unfamiliar for a moment, almost like her vocal cords had been filled with juice. She coughed and called again, this time sounding more normal, but still nobody came. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat for a moment. Her thighs pressed into each other, spread out along the mattress. She felt her breasts. They weren't firm anymore, they were back to being soft, but they weren't completely the way they were. They were perkier still, and definitely bigger. She lifted one with her hand and groaned at how heavy it felt. Her nipples were sore from the juice flowing out of them, looking a dark purple. She rested an arm on her stomach, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was flat again, the way it used to be. Her had sunk in maybe a quarter of an inch, but she'd never had abs to begin with. Her belly ring was still in, stained purple from the juice, but still shiny.

    She got off of the bed and stood up. She shivered as her bare feet landed on the cold tile floor. She took one step and then almost fell over. Her balance was completely thrown off from her new assets. She twisted around and saw that her ass was huge, growing proportional to her touching thighs.

    Now that she was standing Madison pulled her attention away from herself and looked around the room. The room was starkly white, lit by artificial lights hung on the ceiling. The walls were plain, white like the tile floor. There was only one door on the room, a wooden one with a frosted window that Madison couldn't see through. Besides the bed, the room was empty, with the exception of a small cabinet and sink in the corner.

    Madison stumbled to the door, holding the wall for balance, and cracked it open slightly. She peeked out and saw an empty gray hallway.

    “Hello? Is anybody there? When are you gonna finish…” the word caught in her throat, “juicing... me?”

    She was met with no response. She went back to the bed and sat back down. She poked and prodded her blue body, trying to figure out how much juice was still in her. She found that in addition to her ass, boobs, and legs, her arms also developed a bit of pudge around where they joined her shoulders. Her back too, she felt, was softer. Her shoulder blades were no longer defined, and when she bent over she couldn't feel her spine beneath her flesh.

    One thing that was really peculiar, she found, was that she was much more flexible that she was that morning. She could twist around almost inhumanly to see her backside, a supposed side effect of swelling up and being deflated.

    After 30 minutes of waiting, still nobody came. Madison practiced walking around the room and was getting the hang of her new body. Crossing an arm across her chest for modesty, she exited the room and began to look for signs of life. Luckily, the signs came quickly.

    At the end of the hall, she saw a plaque designating Mr. Wittman's office. She strolled to the door and tried the handle. It opened, and she poked her blue head in the doorway.

    Wittman looked up and saw her in the doorway. As if he'd been expecting her, he leaned back calmly. “Ah, you're finally awake,” he pulled up a small box and placed it on his desk, “these are for you.”

    “I was- um- I was wondering when you were gonna finish-” Madison shifted her weight from one leg to the other, her large ass shifting her balance as her thighs rubbed together, “finish juicing me.” She blushed a deep purple.

    “Oh, you are done,” Wittman said nonchalantly. It took Madison a moment to process. All she could muster was a feeble “what?”.

   “You're done being juiced. You can put on your clothes and go home,” Wittman tapped on the box on his desk.

    “But- but I'm still blue,” Madison gasped. Her dark eyebrows furrowed as she started to breath heavily. Her breasts pulsed beneath her hands. “I-I'm huge!”

    “Look,” Wittman said, looking at her sternly, “you stole an experimental piece of gum from my factory, took it out of the building, and chewed it all on your own volition. I didn't need to help you at all, you signed a contract, remember?” Madison's lip began to tremble. “Besides,” Wittman continued, “I couldn't turn you back to normal even if I wanted to. Some of the juice fused with you. Maybe if we didn't catch you so late in the process we could do more, but I did the best I could with what was given to me. Now get dressed and get out of my factory.”

    “Look at me!” Madison cried, she uncovered her tits and lifted them with her hands. They were heavy, and when she let them go they shook violently on her chest. “I'm gigantic!”

    Wittman averted his eyes and pushed the box forward. “The clothes have been fitted.” He glanced towards her, “and your stomach is rather trim, at least. Get dressed and I'll have them bring a mirror to that room you were in.”

    Madison cried out an entitled sigh and grabbed the box of clothes. As she walked out of the office she made sure to sway her hips, accentuating how big her rear had gotten. Unfortunately, she still couldn't completely control her girth, and she slammed her hips into the doorframe. She began to cry to herself as she limped back to her room.

    Like a cruel joke, Mr. Wittman bought her the exact same outfit she wore to the factory. Her breasts pushed the small white top off her body, revealing more sideboob than covering, and her nipples were clearly defined against the cloth.

    She had trouble fitting her ass into the shorts. After much struggling and a little dance, she finally pulled the tight black fabric over her rear. She half flowed out the bottom of the shorts, and her thighs pressed the legs together. The shorts fit more like bikini bottoms, leaving almost all of her legs uncovered. Her shoes were the same, black converse, but she had trouble tying them when her knees pushed into her breasts. Once she was dressed, some man Madison had never seen before brought in a full body mirror. He averted his gaze from her and left without saying anything. Madison looked in the mirror and screamed.

    It's one thing to see parts of her body blue and swollen, but to see the whole thing at once was something else. The most shocking thing was her face. It wasn't fat, but it was definitely chubby. She pressed a hand against her soft cheek and watched it press in deeply. Her nose ring was still silver, looking like a sore thumb on her dark face. Her mascara had run down her chubby cheeks, leaving black streaks on her purple skin. Out of habit, she smiled at herself in the mirror. Her dimples still showed, and may have been even deeper from her full cheeks. Her hair was still wet, soaked with juice. Her shoulder length hair had gone from brown and blonde to a dark purple and lilac.

    Looking down, Madison's hourglass figure became apparent. Her shoulders were broad supporting her wide breasts. More of her boobs were showing than she realized, her top only really concerned her nipples and cleavage. Thick underboob poked out beneath the triangle. Her torso shrunk into her skinny stomach, her belly looking outrageously thin in proportion to her chest and bottom. Her hips flared out, growing quite a few inches before they stuffed into her shorts. The black shorts were skin tight, practically glued to her wide hips.

    ‘I'm Madison Westbrook,’ she thought to herself, twisting in the mirror. The straps on her shirt sunk into her blue skin. ‘I'm not a blueberry.’ She tried to pose in the mirror, running her hand down her leg. Her thighs jiggled beneath her palm, she let out a whimper. She looked herself in her eyes, her dark blue eyes, and nodded. ‘Time to face the world.’

    She walked out of the room, flipping a blue middle finger to Wittman's office, and she made her way to the exit of the factory. When she walked out the factory door it was dark out. She hailed a taxi and rode in silence all the way home. When they got to her house the driver told her the ride was free and he drove away quickly as soon as Madison was out of the car. In the big scheme of things, Madison was lucky again, she didn't have any money on her. She, of course, didn't feel lucky.

    She snuck into her house and crawled upstairs. Her parents were sleeping, and she was careful not to wake them. She wasn't ready to deal with them yet. She laid down on her bed, on top of the blankets, and fell asleep in her clothes, without even checking her phone which had been at home all day. She woke up to the smell of bacon and crawled out of bed. She slunk down the stairs into the kitchen, and things were disastrous.

    For one, her parents were making blueberry pancakes. Madison saw the bowl of blueberries next to the counter and let out a cry, calling her mother's attention. When her mother saw her, she screamed and almost fainted. When Madison explained the whole story, her father was furious. He threatened to sue the pants off of Wittman candies, but Madison signed a contract absolving him of all responsibilities, and their case would never hold up in court. As days went by, their situation only got worse. Madison's mother couldn't seem to come to terms with her blue daughter, and she would leave the room whenever she entered. Four days after the incident her father came into her bedroom and sat down next to her.

    “Madison, your mother and I have been thinking… it may not be best for you to attend University next year.”

    Madison was wearing a loose grey sweatshirt and black yoga pants, which wrapped around her figure and stretched thin around her ass, letting a faint blue show through.

    “Daddy,” Madison said, looking her father in the eyes, “I'm fine, I can handle myself in the world.” She didn't know if this was true, her parents had kept her housebound since the tour.

    “I'm sure you can, honey,” her father said, looking at her blue mascaraed eyes, “we just don't think it would be in the best… interest for the world to know the Westbrooks have a blueberry for a daughter.”

    Madison began to tear up again, looking at her father. Blue juice pooled beneath her eyes as she said, “please Daddy, let me go.” Her father stood up silently and walked out of her room, closing her door behind him.

    Madison hasn't spoken to anyone from the tour since the incident. She had no interested in talking to Kylie, who was probably still washing chocolate out of her hair, and whenever she thought of Sarah she could only think of what she used to be. What was most heartbreaking was that she tried to message Daniel, but her loyal follower had blocked her on all social media. Madison flopped down on her bed with a sigh, her purple hair flaying beneath her head. She looked at her phone, and for some reason, perhaps out of spite towards her unsupportive parents, she turned on the camera. She lifted her sweater up to just below her boobs, revealing her long blue stomach and purple ring, which she kept in, and she snapped a selfie on the bed. She deleted all the photos on her Instagram and posted the picture. For a caption, she wrote “Introducing the new Madison Westbrook,” followed by a blueberry emoji and a slew of hashtags.

    The photo picked up steam pretty quickly, and soon Madison found herself going viral. Every day she would post a photo of herself in less and less clothing, as her follower count went up and up. Who knew people would be so infatuated with a blueberry girl?

    Madison began sneaking out of the house, and she became a mascot at various college parties from a local University. When she finally gained access to her parents trust for her at the age of twenty, she moved out of the house to California, where she was able to pursue her interests as she pleased. As she began to rely more and more on her body, one thing led to another, and Madison became one of the biggest porn stars on the internet. She was no virgin before the factory tour, but after she changed sex had become so much more enjoyable. Her improved flexibility assisted greatly, allowing her to assume positions never before possible. After a few years, Madison couldn't remember life before she was a blueberry, and she was happy.