I wasn't about to let Juicy July pass by without getting my OC all berried up! Lovely YCH artwork by the talented  Mitsi1991! Wrote a little story for it too, so please check it out~

*glorp* *glurg* *glrrrrrrrrrn*

Michelle’s growth was steady and visceral. She felt juices filling her out by the gallon, somehow always finding more space within her frame to occupy. She’d already been quite the porker when she entered the factory, and was no stranger to feeling full and bloated. But the endless churning of blueberry juice in her system and her turgid growth were completely foreign and strange to her. Goosepimples ran across her skin every time as she kept growing and widening with juice.

It was only now that she started to have regrets about chewing that experimental gum. Wilma Wonka had warned her and the other tourists about it, a stick of gum that could end world hunger with its three square meals in one piece. The guests were encouraged to try making their own using a computer that let them choose their three meals. But they were warned against the blueberry pie option. Perhaps it was also some horrid twist of fate that blueberry pie was Michelle’s favorite dessert, but she couldn’t resist trying it for herself.

Then came the blue on her nose. And the accompanying stains that spread across her body. And the uncomfortable gurgling deep in her belly that became more and more lively as her growth began. Now she stood taller and wider and juicier than she had been when she first entered, and that was certainly saying something when she was the fattest guest the factory had ever hosted by far.

“Oooohhh…” Michelle whined, feeling more full by the minute from the growing pressure of juice in her system. “Is this ever going to stop? I’m getting so big!”

“Don’t bet on it,” one of the factory’s Fennec Loompas teased, writing some unknown statistic on a clipboard as she poked a finger in Michelle’s taut berrying skin. “You were already big enough when you entered the factory!”

“That’s right,” another one continued in a sing-songy voice from behind Michelle, having observed her transformation with amusement. “The juice inside you will always fill out in proportion to the ones who reach that flavor of gum! When it happens to us, we get pretty big. But it’s never happened to a human before! Let alone one as fat as you!”

Michelle winced, unable to come up with a protest as her burgeoning, burbling torso began to push up against her chipmunk cheeks.

*blurp* *brgglglgl* *glrklk*

She was blue from head to toe now; not even her hair was safe from the juicy violet now decorating her. She placed two trepadactious hands on her growing form, pressing her palms with a wet plap on her clothing stained by her own juice. Her sweater (bluer than it once was) lifted all the way up to expose her violet midriff while her lower half rounded out, having already slurped up her chunky thighs into one uniform curve. Her piddling feet were set to leave the ground as her crotch met the floor, daring to start lifting her off her feet as her circumference started gaining height. It was only a matter of minutes before she became cartoonishly pear-shaped, but her wobbling shape and groaning tummy only indicated that she was far from done.

The Fennec Loompas were hardly perturbed by her ghastly transformation. In fact, they seemed delighted by her predicament. She had no idea what they found so fascinating, but she was hardly in a position to argue with them. But that didn’t stop her from trying.

“You’d… you’d better change me back or something! I can’t be a blueberry! There’s still so much candy I haven’t eaten yet!”

As if to answer her plea, an enormous hatch opened behind them.

“Well, we do have a juicing room for moments like this,” one Fennec replied. “But we’re gonna have to wait until you’re big enough to roll to get you down here!”

“R-roll! You can’t roll me around like some kind of giant fruit!”

“Not yet, we can’t! Just give it a few more minutes, and you’ll be ripe enough for us to do whatever we want with you!” The Fennecs chuckled to themselves as they gazed wondrously at Michelle’s growth. “And let’s hope you’ll still be able to fit inside the tunnel, let alone the juicing room!”

Michelle swallowed a blueberry-flavored lump in her throat, hoping in vain that her growth would end some time soon. Almost in protest, Michelle’s bulging stomach groaned once more. Her own body started to betray her as her swelling continued. She already felt more blueberry than person, and that tunnel was starting to look smaller and smaller.

*blrrrrrrrrrrrb*