it took trying seemingly every blueberry kush strain in the world, but after breathing out a violet cloud and feeling way heavier by the second, you finally found it. the rapidly spreading blue from your chest confirms it, covering you tip to tail in moments...

the cloud lingers as the blue saturates every inch. you feel your weight shift to behind your bellybutton, with your belly jutting out from under your top. your pants feels tight from your hips to your thighs, and everything is suddenly a hazy violet hue…

clothes creak with a backdrop of muffled sloshing. the silhouette of your waist and hips and belly merge into a unified pear shape, already tearing seams.

you think to squeeze in another hit, but you can't see the bong past your belly, much less reach towards it.

it would've been redundant anyways. immobility approaches as your gait widens and you feel your lower belly brush the floor, the growth outpacing your mind's layout of your rounding body.

the weight on your legs suddenly disappears. you reflexively brace to fall, only to wobble in place…

your arms raise along with the curve of your new frame, too swollen to even reach your face and rapidly sinking into your body. you feel your legs meeting the same fate out of sight. the blueberry aftertaste is dizzying, dry mouth replaced with concentrated juice. mind can't keep up with it all

loud tearing fills the room as your clothes turn to scraps. before you realized it, a third of your vision has been taken up by your body's deep blue horizon. beyond it, you hands sink into divots, helplessly waving away. every breath filled the room with more violet fog, an intoxicating miasma…

the cool glass of the bong grazes your taut, near perfectly round underside and makes you bounce in place, before you melt and fade into a cozy blueberry bliss...

happy 4/20 y'all 💚 🫐