Despite no drops of blueberry falling onto his belly, somehow Ryan’s tummy was looking bluish, too.
“So good! Eat! Eat!” Ryan called again.
Seeing this discoloration, Dylan found his appetite was waning. Ryan hadn’t noticed, but the strange tint on his belly was spreading. His hair was dyed a deep blue while his freckles became a beautiful shade of indigo.
The more Ryan ate, the faster the change spread. Veins of blue appeared briefly under his olive skin before the skin was changed too to that appealing violet shade. Once his moobies were colour-changed, just what exactly the blue was became readily apparent. A thick, blue liquid began to seep from his breasts, running down over his belly and filling the air with the overwhelming scent of blueberry. Ryan’s blood was turning to blueberry goo, his breasts producing a thick blueberry slime. From his mouth, it appeared even his dribble was blueberry-flavoured, not that anyone volunteered to try it.
“He’s a blueberry?”
Marceline stepped away, afraid that if a drop of that juice got on her robe it would never come out!
“A blueberry goblin,” Nicolai corrected, transfixed by the sight.
Ryan had finished the delicious pie. Now he sat back, rubbing his belly and licking his lips clean.
“Ahh, I want moooore!”