Jennifer knew that she needed help and fast. Her too-small clothes now dug into her swelling flesh painfully. If what Kyle said was true, she was filling with blueberry juice, which meant that she needed someone to juice her right away. She reached for the phone just as the waistband on her skirt finally snapped, which was followed immediately by her panties tearing off of her big ass. Quickly, she called her boyfriend, Bret. As the phone rang, her bra tore in half at the back freeing her now gigantic juice-filled boobs, which bounced wildly under her stretched-out cheer leading top.
After what felt like an eternity spent waiting while her body continued to inflate with juice, Jennifer finally heard Bret answer.
"Hey, Jen," he said cheerfully. "Wassup? Do you need a ride or..."
"Bret, listen!" she said, cutting him off. "I need your help right now. I'm in real trouble here."
"What's wrong?" he asked. "You got another pimple? I told you. It's no big deal. Just squeeze it out or put some makeup over it."
"It's not a damn pimple!" Jennifer shouted. She looked down at herself again and whimpered. She couldn't even see her feet anymore past her huge swollen belly. All of her skin was now a vivid shade of blue. Even the hair hanging down by her face had turned blue. "It's bigger than that. I can't explain over the phone. Just get your ass over here now!"
"Okay, okay... I'll be there in like 20 minutes, after I finish breakfast."
"NOW!" she screamed.
"Fine, I'm leaving now," Bret replied in a huff. "Jesus, I hate it when you're PMSing like this."
He hung up, and Jennifer felt her top start to tear apart at the seams. As she looked down at it, she became aware of a growing stain on the fabric right on top of her nipples. Two spreading patches of blue liquid were clearly visible.
"Oh, my God!" she moaned. "I'm leaking blueberry juice out of my tits!"
At that moment, her top gave way to the pressure, ripping into pieces. The last shreds of her clothes fell to the floor beneath her, leaving her naked except for her socks and shoes. Jennifer now weighed over 300 pounds and was quickly approaching 400. Her skin felt stretched tight, and yet it continued to magically stretch even further like rubber. She stood there, waiting helplessly as she inflated into a huge immobile ball of blue flesh. All the while, a slow trickle of blueberry juice leaked from her nipples and, as she sensed from a feeling of dampness between her legs, from her crotch as well.
She just hoped that Bret got there before she got too big.