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Upsetting the Blueberry Goddess p2
🕑 Added 2025-02-13 22:32:36 +0000 UTCUpsetting the Blueberry Goddess p2.
Pamula paced back and forth. “What am I going to do. Think. Think.” She looked up at the bloated, pulsing frame of her friend. “I have to find a way to change her back. Georgetta can’t stay a gigantic blueberry for the rest of her life, no matter how good she tastes.” Pamula had to hire extra help to work the fields after her friend had angered the blueberry goddess of harvest, Blueetia. She had told the new workers not to go anywhere near the giant blueberry. Even so, Pamula had caught some of the ladies trying to suck Georgetta’s juices dry in the middle of the night. This was a situation that had to be dealt with. She had to try and reason with Blueetia to change her friend back.
So early the next morning, Pamula went to the shrine of the goddess at the far end of the farm and knelt down on the soft earth. “Oh, mighty and bountiful Blueetia, please hear my plea. Please change my friend Georgetta back to her original self. I am sure she has learned her lesson now. I know she has done wonders to help our harvest, but I don’t know how our small farm can go like this. I don’t know how I can go without my friend. I miss her. I don’t understand her new berry ways. If only I could. . . be with her again. Please undo your curse. We have more than enough blueberries to last a lifetime.” She stood up. “You have shown us your divine will, and I ask for mercy.”
Pamula didn’t know if her pleas were heard or not, as the gods never spoke to mortals like her directly. She would just have to wait and see through Blueetia’s divine actions.
***
Later that day, Pamula was toiling in the fields. “By the gods, these blueberries have grown in just a few short weeks to maturity. If it were just anyone else, I would have left them to their fate, but I can’t do this to Georgetta. I just can’t.”
“Miss Pamula.”
“What is it, Nora?”
The young woman wiped the sweat from her brow. “The blueberries. They are dying.”
“WHAT!” Her eyes widened. “That can’t be. We have the ultimate blueberry fertilizer blessed by Blueetia herself.”
“They are miss. Look.” Nora pointed at the blueberry bush Pamula had just been attending to, and to Pamula’s amazement, the blueberries withered before her eyes. “It is a plague, I tell you. A plague.”
“This is impossible. Wait.” She rushed past Nora. “I will be right back. Tell the others to meet me at the giant blueberry.”
“But. . .”
“Just do it.” Pamela snorted. “I have a hunch about this plague.” She hurried through the fields, noting how all the blueberries were withering away. “Fucking hell, what is happening. This can’t have anything to do with my pleas to Blueetia before, can it? I hope Georgetta is alright.” Thankfully, as she approached her friend, Georgetta was as ripe and juicy as ever. “Oh, thank the goddess. But if she is okay, why are our crops dying.” Pamula shook her fists into the air. “Blueetia, how could you do this? I asked you to save my friend, not ruin our crops. You horrible bitch. How could you forsake us!”
Nora ran up to Pamula. “I gathered everyone just as you asked. What is happening? Why are our crops dying.” She took a step back. “Wait. Why is your. . . skin blue?”
Pamula turned around and narrowed her eyes. “My skin isn’t blue. What do you think I am a blueberry?”
The girls all gulped as Nora asked, “Is that why our crops are dying? Is Blueetia going to turn us into blueberries?”
“Just calm down. No one is going to turn into. . . into. . .” Pamula moaned. “Blue. . . blue. . . blueberries.” She took a deep breath. “Fuck sakes, my chest feels full all of a sudden.” She rubbed her chest, pressing her hands against her squishy, sensitive breasts. “Maybe I. . .” Pamula’s eyes widened as she finally noticed her blue skin. “Oh no. No, no, no. I. . . can’t be a blueberry.” She panted as her sumptuous breasts pressed her tunic. “Ohh god. I. . . have to resist. Blueetia, I am a loyal disciple. Please don’t. . . make me. . . juicy. So very. . . very juicy.” Blueberry juice dripped out of her hard nipples, her fingers rubbing them as they slowly became more and more erect. “Ohh god. I. . . can’t keep in it. I just. . . can’t.” Gurrgle. Shripp. Pamula shook her head as her tunic became tighter and tighter. “Goddess, what have I done to deserve this? I. . . why am I going to become a big sexy blueberry?”
Nora turned around. “We have to get out of here before we all turn into blueberries. We—” Pamula jumped on the young girl, her eyes flashing blue as her ass throbbed, blueberry juice surging underneath her tender skin. “No. Stay. All will be juicy in the loving eyes of Blueetia.” She moaned as her luscious hips began to expand. Blort. “Ohhhhh.”
“Let me. . .” Nora moaned, her own eyes flashing blue. “I. . . we will be blueberries for Blueetia. Yes.” The other girls nodded their heads. “Yes. These fields need lovely giant blueberries.” Nora’s face began to turn blue. “Ohhh. . . fuck.”
Pamula moaned as her throbbing juicy ass stretched her pants to their limits. “Ohhh fuck. Yes. The. . . fields need blueberries for the harvest. We. . . ohhh.” She fell onto her hands and knees. “Oh, by the goddess. I. . . have been a naughty blueberry. I have been such a naughty blueberry.” Shrippppppp. Blort. “Ohhhhh yesssss.” Her luscious hips tore through her blueberry-stained pants, her thick, juicy fingers rubbing her widening legs. “Ohh, yes. I can feel her essence empowering me. Oh, Blueetia, I will be a wonderful blueberry in your name.” Pamula dipped her finger into her juice hole, moving it around and around as she felt her pulsing pussy become deeper and wider. “Ohh, yes. Yesss.” Her breaths became deeper and faster. “Let it grow so some lucky. . . person can attend to me and fill me up. Ohhhhhh!”
Pamula looked up as the other girl’s bodies began to fill up, their sumptuous asses starting to fill with juice and their radiant breasts pressing against their tunics. “Yes. Grow. Swell. We need more blueberries in the fields. More. . . more.” She struggled to stay on her hands and squishy, thick knees. “Soo much juice.” Blue sweat dripped from her face, and juice dripped from her stiff, raw nipples. “Can’t. . . stay. . .” Her arms suddenly failed her, and she fell onto her curvy belly and voluptuous breasts, her juices squirting out of her bottomless juice hole. “Ohhhh yess. I. . . ohhhhh.”
As Pamula continued to swell and grow, Nora widened her stance, blueberry juice dripping from her throbbing pussy. “Can’t. . . hold it in. . . any longer.” Some of the other girls fell onto the ground, moaning as Nora rubbed her sumptuous breasts. “Ughhh. . . sooo juicy.” Her boobs throbbed, ripping through her tunic. “Ohhhhhh.” She, too, fell to the ground in a giggling heap, her radiant buttocks ballooning outward and tearing through her pants. “Ohhhhh.” Her eyes rolled into their sockets as her erect nipples dug into the soft earth. “Ohhhh fuckkkkkkk!”
The berry girls swelled bigger and bigger as if it were some juicy competition. Juice squirted out of their lovely, raw nipples as their moans filled the air. The girls even slapped one another while they still had their little stubby arms. “I will be the most deserving of Blueetia’s grace.”
“No, you won’t. Your growth ends here. I will soak in all her love. All her juicy love.” Nora moaned as juice oozed out of her throbbing pussy. “Ohhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkk!”
“What the hell?” Jason, the caretaker, dropped his tool bucket as his amber eyes fell upon the scene. “What is this. What has happened to you all!”
Pamula moaned, her curvy luscious ass rising further and further to the sky. “We have been blessed by the goddess. Isn’t it wonderful?” She narrowed her eyes. “Hey, stop pressing your fat ass against me. Let me grow!”
“It isn’t my fault you are invading my space!”
Jason gulped. “What the hell am I going to do with a field of ever-growing blueberry women. What am I going to do?”
