As the roid head lumbered his way to the back he dropped his plate to the floor, the others behind him greedily picked up the food and wolfed it down. Runt watched as he entered the back Buffett where chef demone' was waiting with arms open. He didn't even bother to change his appearance, just stood there saying "come in! Come in! Enjoy my delights!" The man paid no attention and just walked to the Buffett. By now he was a 5' 11" man, but with all the muscle he weighed about 380 pounds. Chef demone' marveled at him as he made is selection between different foods, finally selecting a steaming dish of blueberry pie. "One taste and you'll be hooked, messier!" He said knowing the concentration was much higher in the food back here. The man began to pick up a piece and within a second had eating the entire pie, not to mention almost eating his hand.
He began to hear a rumbling noise, and as the chef looked on, began turning a light blue color. He tried to sit down but each step became harder and harder as the weight seemed to pack on him, and still he craved blueberries for some reason? "Ah! I see you love the blueberry pie! You are such a healthy young thing, perhaps you do not need to sit!" Already he had become a dark purple color, and his steps had almost stopped, his body sweating, he put his hand to his forehead. He felt as though he just ran 30 miles and lifting his hand down he saw instead of sweat it was juice. "Sweet, tasty, blueberry juice..." He thought and greedily lapped it off his purple hand. By now his body was so swollen that the muscle began to make him immobile, and as he tried to lick the rest only to find he couldn't reach anymore. "I feel funny.....I want blueberries!" He said, his voice as dumb as his now decreasing iq
By now the liquid that made him swell was fighting space between his now naked body, his cloths tattered on the ground in rags. "Now my juicy boy! We have plans for you!" Chef demone' said clapping his hands together with joy. He wondered what he meant, why he didn't have more blueberries, when at last with a loud bang, his stomach jutted out. His whole body began to look fatter, plumper, taking on a blueberry form. In his mouth he tasted blueberry juice, not realizing his own saliva turned to juice as well as his blood and insides. He mindlessly smacked his lips like he was chewing as the juice trickled down his fat cheeks to his rounding out chest. Soon he looked like a purple balloon ready to pop, his head, feet, and hands now just pudgy reminenets of his former life. Soon they to began to slowly disappear as he ripened more and more. A loud creaking noise like flesh pushed to far began to faintly fill the air, and his pudgy little body parts swelled into no existences, just becoming part of his rounded out body.
Chef poked him, seeing blueberry juice squirt out like a hose and then stop as the pulpy flesh healed up again. "Mmmmm so sweet my blueberry! You'll make so tasty treats for the others!" And with glee he followed the slaves as they rolled the heavy berry into the kitchen, barley able to even move it, so heavy with juice