Today is my birthday

towmarrow is my birthday

My birthday is coming up on next Monday

i got garys gmod on steam

Minerva: You wanna fuck me? Even though I'm a blueberry?

yep! especially since your a blueberry!


Minerva: Well um. Okay.

*pulls down minervas pants* woah! That is a juicy pussy!

Minerva: It is?

Yeah! Juice is literally leaking from it! * finishes undressing minerva* woah, juicy titties aswell! *looks at pants* shit! Should my dick be this big and hard!? It's almost as tall as me!

Minerva: Wow. Calm down there.

i cant it keeps getting bigger! *my dick stops growing* phew! can i fuck you now? i think i might cum soon! your so sexy like this!

Minerva: You find me sexy?

yeah! i love blueberry's, other fat fruits, cow/pig hybrids and everything else inflated! so you down for some sex?

Minerva: I guess I have some time before they get that Juicing Room ready.

should we do it after so we have more time?

Minerva: We can start now.

ok great! *undresses myself* no point in putting it back on! my dick is to large and hard! i cant wait to cum in you! what type? anal? oral? vagina sex? (dont know what the word is for it :/) either way itll be great!

(1 hour of pleasure and sex later)

Woah that was fun! Can we do it again some time? (Wish we could have written the sex bit though)

Wanda: Good news. The Juicing Room was ready.

Oh god! Should I hide or what! How ill I explain all the cum on the ground! Or how will I hide my massive dick! Shit shit shit shit shit!

Wanda: You do realize I'm standing right in front of your willy.

Should I leave or...

Aw crap! Hi Wanda... we were just... having fun... ya know

Wanda: It's alright. I've seen worst. Come on Minerva. Let's get you juiced

minerva mink: ok

1 hour of juicing

minerva mink: thank you for juicing me out Wanda

Wanda: your welcome say can i lick ypur pussy minerva mink ?

minerva mink: sure

Wanda: *licks minerva mink's pussy*

minerva mink: *moans*

minerva mink's cums on wanda's face

wanda: you have great pussy you got there miss mink

minerva mink: why thank you

leave lance alone his a nice guy please stop hurting him :( his a nice person

A Berry Big Mink

A Minerva Mink blueberry inflation story


“La la la la la la la….” Minerva Mink was singing as she lounged in her hammock. She was wearing one of her tiny red bikinis, the better to get some sun. Her fur always looked better in a photoshoot when she caught some rays in the preceding days.

Beside her, an open box of donuts sat on a small table, and it was into this box that she dipped a dainty hand, pulling out another one of the powdered rings and bringing it to her lips.

Minerva had been snacking quite a lot lately. For a model, she had a rather healthy appetite, which often caused her trouble when her modeling agency decided to do a checkup. Even now, her tummy was soft, a pooch of fat bulging outward into her lap. For most people it would have been tolerable, but in the modeling industry she might as well weigh three hundred pounds.

So, why was Minerva chowing down as though she didn’t have a blubber issue or a shoot in two days? Quite simple; she had a plan.

As she swallowed the last of the donut, she picked up her phone, tilting her sunglasses up enough to make sure she was picking the right contact from her list.

“Wilford, darling, it’s Minerva.” She smiled as she heard Wilford start to stutter. “Darling, I’m just calling to see if the formula is ready yet.”

On the other end of the line, Wilford B. Wolf tugged at his bow tie. “Well, Minerva, I haven’t had much time to test it yet.”

“But it’s ready, right? You’re done with it?” Minerva didn’t have time for Wilford to be a perfectionist with it; she needed that formula now. One look at her soft midsection only reinforced that fact for the mink.

“I think so, yes, but like I said -”

“Great. I’ll be over later.” She ended the call, not wanting to hear any more excuses. He’d cut things close already; she needed to be back to her usual self in two days, not in two weeks! Sighing, she looked over at the box of donuts, seeing that only one remained. She was rather full already…but it did look good.

Five minutes later, the mink was asleep, powder from the last donut sprinkled across the cups of her bikini top, an all-too-common occurrence for someone who really should be exercising more self-control.



Wilford was still tugging nervously at his bowtie as Minerva sashayed her way into his apartment later that evening. It didn’t help that the wolf found the mink extremely attractive, a fact that Minerva frequently exploited. Still, Wilford was quite intelligent, and was more than capable of seeing the financial value in the serum Minerva had asked him to create.

A weight loss drink that would let the drinker eat whatever they want and remain thin. Such a thing would obviously be worth billions, so long as he could get it right!

Still…he really should test it. Alas, Minerva’s schedule was making that impossible. The mink herself would have to serve as the guinea pig.

“All right, Wilford, where is it?” The mink tossed her small purse on the table, putting her hands on her hips. She’d chosen to wear a tight pink strapless dress that hugged her every curve, including the curve of her belly. It was sheer enough that you could see the indent from her deepening belly button, one more sign that the mink was continuing to let herself go.

Wilford gulped. “It’s right here, Minerva.” He produced a vial of a cool blue looking liquid, stoppered with a red cap. “But I must say I really should do some more tests first…”

Minerva bent forward, grabbing Wilford by his bow tie.

“Wilford! Do I look like I have time to wait for you to finish all your tests? Do you think I can go on that stage in two days with a belly like this?!” She used her free hand to poke it for emphasis; the flab jiggled a bit in response despite how tightly her dress was constricting it.

“Of…of course not, Minerva.” He quickly handed over the vial and took several steps back, picking up a clipboard so he could write down any reactions.

“Finally!” Minerva exclaimed, removing the stopper with a quick twist. “Good-bye belly blubber, hello bikini body!” She downed the liquid in one quick go, noting the faint blueberry flavor it had.

“Hmm…” she said, savoring the taste.

Wilford found it a little easier to focus now that he had a task in front of him. “How do you feel, Minerva?”

“I feel…” she paused, wincing. “I feel…”

She cut off, letting out a long, deep belch as a gas bubble in her tummy popped. She brought one hand to her face, slightly embarrassed at such an un-ladylike behavior, but the moment passed quickly. There were other distractions anyway, such as the slow shrinking of her stomach.

“Wilford, it’s working!” she exclaimed, bringing both hands down to feel her blubber disappearing as her slim stomach returned. “You’ve done it!”

The wolf should have been happy. He should have been thrilled. But there was a problem, and it was right on Minerva’s face, not that she could see it.

“Uh…Minerva?” he began, unsure how to broach the subject. The mink was too busy rubbing her midsection down to listen at that moment, not that it would have mattered.

What Wilford was seeing, and Minerva was not, was that the mink’s snout had turned blue, and the coloring was starting to spread across her face. Wilford watched, speechless, as her entire head darkened to a blue color, even her ears receiving the treatment. Then, as though it had been waiting to finish, the blue started to travel down her neck before spreading across her shoulders.

“Minerva…uh…”

The mink huffed. “What is it, Wilford? What is so important as to interrupt my cele…”

She’d been about to say “celebratory”, and the word was still on the tip of her tongue, but she’d just raised one hand up to shake a finger at the wolf, and her mind had finally registered the blue color of her arm.

“Aaah!” she shouted, looking at both her arms now. “I’m turning blue!” She whirled, looking for a mirror. Finding one leaning against a wall, she walked over to it, just in time to see the blue finish traveling down her legs and to her feet.

Minerva might politely be described as ‘emotionally volatile’ on a good day. The sight of her model body looking like she’d had a bad encounter with some fur dye was more than enough to send her over the edge.

“Wilford!” she shouted, clenching her fists as steam started to come out of her ears. “Fix. This. NOW!”

The wolf dropped his clipboard. “But Minerva, I tried to warn you…”

“I don’t care!” the mink yelled, before a strange gurgling noise cut her off. The two of them exchanged a glance, confused.

The confusion didn’t last long, as Minerva felt a sharp tightness behind her as her butt positively exploded outward, each cheek surging in growth and stretching the dress to the max.

“Wilfordddddd!” she cried, her tone changing to a whine. “What’s happening to me?”

Wilford’s brain was momentarily stupefied by the sight before him, and as such it was several seconds before he realized that Minerva’s backside was not the only part of her that was growing. Her temporarily banished belly began to bloat back out, accompanied by glooping and glorping noises. It quickly passed the size it had been when she’d first arrived, growing bigger and bigger at a steady rate.

Minerva’s dress had been tight when she’d arrived; it was positively glued to her now. She tried to reach for the zipper, but found it was too tight to even pull, leaving her slowly with the hope that it would rip soon.

The pressure continued to build as the mink continued to swell, until finally the fabric had had enough, splitting along both seams at once. Ordinarily, Minerva would have been scandalized at dorky Wilford seeing her in her underwear, but she was understandably distracted at the moment. That didn’t stop the wolf from being reduced to a stammering mess at the sight of his crush in lingerie.

Freed from the dress, Minerva’s growth continued unabated. Her curvy thighs soon grew even curvier as she continued to swell, and as she squeezed her belly she had a realization.

“I’m filling up with juice,” she said, shaking her belly to hear the sloshing.

Indeed, due to a miscalculation by Wilford when making the formula, his weight loss serum was better served for making blueberry people, an unfortunate fact Minerva was now experiencing first-hand.

Heretofore untouched, Minerva’s small but pert breasts finally got their turn, quickly swelling outward and growing heavier as they too filled with blueberry juice. Strangely, Minerva felt herself growing calmer; perhaps it was due to shock, or perhaps it was because she could see Wilford was on the verge of fainting, and he was her last hope.

“Wilford, honey,” she began, really getting his attention, “I need you to find a way to stop this.”

Somehow, the message made it through to Wilford’s locked-up brain, breaking him from the drooling stare he’d had on his face for the past minute. “Uh…right, right! I’m on it, Minerva, just..just stay calm!”

The wolf had no idea how to fix this, but he knew he couldn’t tell Minerva that.

The mink continued to bloat larger and larger. She felt her arms and lower legs begin to fill with juice, and even her face started to swell as the reaction continued unimpeded. The faint taste of blueberries she’d had in her mouth intensified, and her eyes – now blue themselves - widened as she realized her saliva had changed to blueberry juice.

“Faster, Wilford!” she said, trying to stay calm.

Her belly swelled even more, pushed down some by the weight of her ever-increasing breasts. Incredibly, her extra-stretchy lingerie was holding on, giving her a semblance of modesty despite the enormity of her rack. Down lower, her butt, hips, and thighs likewise continued to bloat as she filled with juice. Her butt was large enough to act as a counterweight to her enormous front side, and as she shifted from one leg to the other it rippled like a waterbed, an effect that any man would have found hypnotic.

Minerva’s initial growth had gone much like weight gain, but now the mink began to go past that stage and move into greater growth. Her breasts, which had grown to enormous sizes, started to shrink as her overall body swelled, and she could feel her arms start to be swallowed by the growth. Down below, her legs were experiencing a similar treatment, and she couldn’t help but whimper as she lost the ability to walk, her body swallowing her bloated calves before stopping at her dainty blue feet.

“Wilforddddd,” she whined again, as she began to tilt backward.

The once-curvaceous model had become a big round ball of blueberry juice…and Wilford still wasn’t sure how to fix it.

Minerva could only sit there as she waited for the wolf to find some way to shrink her back down. Her body was not a perfect sphere; still ample breasts bulged out, for one, and while her head was surrounded by blueberry blubber pressing up somewhat on her chin, she could still see and breathe just fine. Inside her, she could feel the juice still churning. The rate of growth might have slowed, but she could feel herself swelling ever so slightly larger with each minute that passed.

“I’ve got it!” Wilford exclaimed, quickly grabbing several tubes. He started to mix them, not worrying too much about the measurements. Unfortunately for the both of them, Wilford had left the curtains facing the woods open…and night had fallen, bringing with it a full moon.

Minerva, very familiar with Wilford’s nature, let out a sigh as she heard the wolf howl.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” a suave, too-cool voice said. She felt warm, strong hands on her bloated form as she was tilted forward, her now-blue eyes making contact with Wilford’s hunky form.

Try as she might, she couldn’t stop the race of her heart, and her eyes bugged out of her skull as they so often did when she saw a cute guy.

“Having some trouble, miss?” the wolf said, flipping his hair back.

She giggled. “Uh…yes. Listen, I can’t believe I’m saying this – “ she bit her lip “ - but I need the other you back right now.”

The hunky wolf frowned. “But Minerva, it’s a beautiful night, you’re a beautiful girl…”

Minerva felt her weak self-control slipping. “Mmm…close the curtains first, would you?”

Eager to please, he did so, which blocked out the moonlight and immediately returned him to his nerd form.

“Aw, man…” he said, before realizing the task before him. “Right. Antidote!”

It only took a few minutes before Wilford brought another vial to her puffy face. “Open wide, Minerva!”



“That’s better,” Minerva said, examining herself in the mirror.

The blueberry juice was gone, and the mink was back to her old self…with a few bonuses. She was more curvaceous than before, and she even got a flat tummy out of the deal, leaving her more than happy despite the ordeal it had been to get to this point.

She pulled the robe more tightly around her form and stepped out of Wilford’s bathroom, intending to thank the wolf for getting the job done.

Intent quickly went out the window. Standing in the living room was Wilford, returned to hunk form, with a grin on his face. She quickly ran to him, melting into his arms as he carried her to a chaise lounge.

“Why, Minerva, you look stunning tonight,” he said, eyes twinkling. “Did you do something different with your hair?”

She would have responded, but the wolf had bent in for a kiss, which had her toes curling in pleasure.

“Oh, Wilford…” she said in a breathy voice after he broke off. “I wanted to thank you.”

He held a finger to her lips before bringing the other hand up with a small éclair, popping it into her eager mouth.

“Shhhh,” he said, grinning. “Just sit back and let Wilford take care of you tonight.”

She chewed the treat slowly, savoring the creamy flavor. “Mmm…” she moaned, her never-sated sweet tooth pleased with this new development. “Wilford?”

“Yes, Minerva?”

“Feed me.”