WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Erza (Fairy Tail) Blueberry Expansion, Burping, and Farting
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Erza's status as a noble mage is thrown into chaos after she ingests a cursed pie. Though she tries to fight against her body turning into a massive, gassy blueberry, there is only so much she can resist the additional "gifts" of this new form.
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The market was abuzz with activity thanks to the merchants deciding to put all of their wares on sale that day. From the various stands, sellers of foods, trinkets, magic, and various other things called out to anyone that passed by in an attempt to garner their attention. While their efforts were impressive, a good portion of the pedestrians were distracted. Not by jingling coin purses or delicious food, but by the presence of a famous mage from the Fairy Tail guild.
Standing out with her long, crimson hair, Erza Scarlet tried to go about her business like any other citizen. That was easier said than done thanks to how the gleaming, silver armor adorning her chest and arms made her stick out like a sore thumb. While she was polite enough to give a wave of her gauntlet equipped hands to anyone who called out to her, she had honestly hoped to spend the day buying things for the guild. After how harrowing their last quest had been, she thought it would be nice to share a good meal with them and relax.
Erza’s search eventually led her into a stream of alluring aromas coming from a particular booth. Following the smell brought her to a cart covered with various pastries and baked goods. Any one of the delectable items would have been perfect for them. However, she had to give pause due to the person manning the stand.
“Is that really you?” said the man with an obviously fake moustache on his face. “Erza Scarlet, the legendary mage of the Fairy Tail guild?”
“There are many of us that can hold that title,” Erza replied, “but yes, I am one of them.”
“What an honor it is to have you by my booth,” the man said, stretching out his arm to shake her hand; disregarding the stack of cupcakes he sent tumbling to the ground in the process. “Because of your deeds, so many are able to sleep soundly at night. Please, allow me to give you something in return. It’s the least I can do.”
“That really isn’t necessary,” Erza said once the man released his surprisingly sweaty palm from hers. “The guild is compensated well for our work. Aside from that, we are more than happy to help anyone in need.”
“Well, that won’t do,” he replied with a huff. “I just can’t stand to let a mage as powerful, beautiful, clever, and infuriating-“
“Wait, what did you say?”
“Er, I meant, efficient,” the seller said with a weak chuckle. “Infuriatingly efficient.”
Erza looked at his shaky smile with a tilt of her head. Getting a closer look, she couldn’t help feeling like she had seen him somewhere before. Just as she was about to reach some form of epiphany, her view of him was blocked by a small pie being held in front of her face.
“Look, don’t just take this as just a way for me to say thanks,” the seller explained. “Consider it as you doing me a favor. Despite my absolutely delicious pastries, I haven’t been getting much business. Think of how many more people will come buy my creations when someone like yourself is seen eating here.”
“Hmm, I suppose you have a point,” Erza said, convinced by both the seller’s logic and the smell of the baked good. “Very well then.”
Erza’s small nibble of the pie provided her taste buds with a delectably sweet, blueberry flavor. Taking in a few more bites, she made sure to show her appreciation through a series of pleased hums. While she would have liked to properly thank the baker for the treat, her mouth was kept busy as she ate through the rest of the pie. Turning towards him to try and at least acknowledge her enjoyment, she was stopped as she noticed the wicked smile on his face.
The unsettling feeling Erza got from the man’s expression came alongside the strong, rotten flavor that overwrote the sweetness on her tongue. At the same time, she noticed an odd tightness afflicting her mid-section. Pressing her hand against her stomach, she felt a bump that wasn’t supposed to be there. As she pushed into the protrusion, she ended up producing a small belch from her lips that reeked of the unpleasant aftertaste. Wincing at the strong odor, she nearly missed the sight of the blue color appearing on the tip of her nose.
“Yes!” the baker said, tearing off his moustache as he glared at her with malevolent eyes. “It worked! After weeks of planning, you’ve finally gotten what you deserve you glory stealing woman! How do you like the taste of my vengeance?”
“Your UUURPP what?” Erza asked, stifling the burp as the blue color on her face continued to creep down her neck.
“Oh, you don’t remember me?” he asked, getting uncomfortably close to Erza in the process. “The mage of renowned baking magic whose quest was snatched up by you? Robbing him of his rightful admiration and praise?”
“I’m sorry, but what are you talking abou-“
Erza’s was stopped mid-sentence by something making her stumble forward. Catching herself before falling, she looked down to see the bottom part of her belly peeking out from her blouse. The rounder appearance of her gut was accompanied by the same blue color stretching across her pushed-out belly button.
“It only makes sense that you would fail to recognize the genius of my specialty magic,” the mad chef mage continued. “You’ll see. Everyone will see the true extent of my abilities. Then all will know my name, the great pastry mage, Vio-“
The mystery mage had his speech stopped prematurely as several merchants dogpiled onto him. While Erza was grateful that people had jumped in to halt the ridiculous speech, she wasn’t a fan of having so many people see her compromised state. Trying her best to keep the bubbles inside of her swelling belly at bay, she shuffled along back to the guild in the hopes of finding a way to fix herself.
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Typically, the time Erza spent in the guild hall was a chance for her to relax and catch up with her friends. However, there was an air of unease lingering around as she tried to patiently sit at the bar counter. In front of her was Levy, the mage with blue hair very quickly scouring through her books in order to discover the identity of the tainted pastry. While Erza tried to keep her focus on her studious companion, she couldn’t help glancing over at the other guild members that were staring at her. While she was usually appreciative of their support, she couldn’t help wishing that they would just leave her alone. Or at the very least, stop staring at her humiliating state.
Shifting in her seat, Erza could feel the heft of her swollen, blue gut pressing up against her armor. Though the metal coverage was a tight fit around the protrusion, she was willing to endure it for the sake of hiding at least some of her shame. That didn’t help out with the blue coloring along her arms and legs that acted as a beacon for anyone that entered the hall to come see her. Chewing on her lips as more people passed by to see what was going on, she felt the unease in her stomach become greater with each passing second.
“Hmm, I think I have something,” Levy spoke up.
“What UURPPP is it?” Erza belched, a shade of red appearing across the blue on her cheeks as the sound reverberated in her ears. “Sorry. Please continue.”
“It’s a very obscure baking spell,” Levy replied, waving off the scent of rotten blueberries before continuing. “It’s intended to turn its target over time into a massive blueberry by making their body overflow with juice. However, it looks like that weird guy added some alterations to it.”
Pushing the book to the side, Levy pulled over another tome and placed it in front of Erza. “He combined it with this spell,” she explained, waving a hand over the illustration of a poisonous gas cloud. “This one is meant to overwhelm a victim with horrible digestive problems.”
“That’s BWOOOOORRPP awful,” Erza burped into her hand, shuffling in her seat as she felt the pressure continue to build.
“That’s not even the worst of it,” Levy continued, seemingly not noticing the gurgling noise getting louder with each passing second. “This spell has the ability to increase its effects under certain… circumstances.”
“What kind of circumstances?” Erza asked, her own curiosity making her miss the ominous gurgling coming from her gut.
“Specifically, the spell activates when the victim’s mind if overfilled with…um…”
“Spit it out,” Erza said, jumping up from her seat and accidentally knocking her gut into the counter. “Overfilled with anger? Sadness? What is-“
Erza’s question was interrupted by a squeaky PHHHHHRRRRRRTTTTT slipping out of her rear. Just like her burps, the fart carried with it the aroma of rotten produce. While the outburst was embarrassing, the blue mist that came with it had the side effect of scattering the other guild members. Slowly turning around to glance at the emptying hall, Erza quietly sat herself back down and slowly massaged her belly.
“I’m UUURRP sorry,” Erza belched.
“It’s fine,” Levy replied, using a handful of torn pages to cover her mouth. “It’s not your cough fault.” Wobbling on her feet, she quickly passed the tome over to Erza. “Read the effects for yourself. I have to get some fresh cough air.”
Just like the others, Levy made a mad dash for the nearest exit. Left to stew in her own fumes and shame, Erza could only let out a sigh as she looked over the spell’s description. Skimming through what Levy had already told her, she happened upon the criteria for exacerbating her condition.
Erza’s initial read through forced another fart to ripple out of her rear from sheer shock. Certain that she had misinterpreted something, she went through the passage several more times. Each pass brought a greater sense of dread and confusion as she failed to understand how something like that was even possible.
“I get worse by becoming BWOOOOORRRRPP aroused?” Erza belched out to the thankfully empty guild hall.
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Seeing the mid-day sun creep through her window brought great pain to Erza. There were countless things that she should be spending her time with. Training her skills to ensure she was ready for any threat that came her way. Taking stock of her various pieces of armor and weapons to ensure she was prepared for any situation. Even just checking in with her friends would be enough to give her some relief in these trying times. However, that was all forbidden for the sake of keeping her visage hidden from peering eyes until her condition could be cured.
Begrudgingly closing the curtains to avoid tempting herself, the red-haired mage tried to let out an exasperated sigh. The defeated exhale instead came out as a burp to give her a noxious reminder of her current state. Rubbing at her swollen mid-section, she wondered if she would ever fit in her armor again. The metal attire had been set aside in favor of cloth garments that more comfortably fit around her rotund form. While it was definitely more comfortable, this attire had some obvious drawbacks.
A slight nudge of Erza’s arm against her engorged chest was enough to irritate her nipples. Realizing her mistake, she made a mad dash towards her kitchen. Grabbing a rag from the counter, she managed to put it against her chest. Upon feeling something leak through the cloth to wet her palm, she cautiously put on more pressure. She had to be careful to use just enough force to soak up the liquid without exacerbating the sensitive teats further.
No longer feeling the droplets leaking out, Erza hazarded to pull the cloth away. While she had avoided spilling onto the ground, the juice had still managed to leak through her shirt. The two spots that had left their mark on the formerly white blouse only served to worsen her hatred for the mage who had cursed her.
Wondering if she could salvage the shirt, Erza attempted to push a little harder against the stains to clean up the juice. A sudden belch from her lips got her arm to move faster than she anticipated. The end result was a forceful shove that caused the breast to gush out more liquid and further mess up the blouse. Any rage she felt about the circumstances was undone as the trickle came with a small moan from her lips.
As if possessed by an unseen force, Erza continued to dab away at her tits with stronger and stronger pressure. In her mind, her rational mind was able to be pushed back with the thought that she needed to clean. However, the truth was that her fingers kept moving in order to satisfy a specific need. Just as she was about to come to the revelation that she was doing little more than groping herself, her mind became a mess of lust as her body quivered from an orgasm.
Any enjoyment Erza could derive from the momentary stress relief was undone by a gurgling noise. While gas did release from her bubble butt in the form of a loud PHHHHRRRRRTTTT, the sound did not dissipate. The gurgling eventually culminated in tears forming around her shirt as her gut went through another growth spurt. Straining to keep herself standing under the duress of the sudden, added weight, she could pay little attention to her widening cleavage window. Though she did manage to prevent herself from falling, it was at the cost of feeling her panties sink deeper into her swollen ass cheeks.
“What was I UUUUURRRPP thinking?” Erza asked to herself, tossing the stained rag away as she lumbered her way back over to her living room. “This is exactly what that insane mage wants me to do,” she continued, carefully sitting down on the towel she had spread across her couch. “I must keep myself calm. Don’t think about anything involving sex. I am stronger than this.”
Tilting her head down, Erza placed her palm against the exposed part of her belly button. “How could anyone find this swollen, juicy, and gassy BWOOOOOORRRRPPP form attractive anyway? There wouldn’t be anyone who could get close to me,” she insisted, hoping the addition of another squeaky fart from her rear would be enough to convince herself. “Not to mention how hard it would be to hold me right now. I would be impressed to see someone grasp onto my disgusting, swollen… tender… sensitive…. luscious….”
Erza’s trailed off speech stuttered as a line of blue drool slipped from her mouth to land on her breasts. Shaking her head to dismiss the intrusive thoughts, she hoisted herself up and made her way towards her armor. Grabbing a clean rag and some polish, she strived to keep her mind busy. She hoped that it would be enough to avoid any further mishaps with fantasizing about doing unspeakable things with her blueberry body.
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With absolute focus, Erza kept her eyes centered on the breast plate sitting on the table in front of her. Her attention was drawn towards the singular scuff mark on the steel that had somehow managed to linger in spite of her attempts. Clenching the rag in her hand, she used her phenomenal strength to cleanse the mark from this plane of existence. Pulling away the cloth, any satisfaction she could summon from seeing the shiny surface was undone as a drop of blue juice leaked onto it from her mouth.
As she tried to scrub away her own mess, the scarlet-haired mage did a quick survey around the room. The small glance nearly blinded her from how shiny her array of weapons and armor. While her polishing efforts were impressive, the task had only taken a day’s worth of work. This maintenance was supposed to be her main way of dealing with her intrusive thoughts. However, there was little she could do about running out of even third-string armor sets to clean to perfection.
Soaking up the blue droplets from her armor piece, Erza placed the breastplate in a box along with the other backups. Closing the lid before another leak could ruin her work, she carefully shuffled her way towards the kitchen. Careful not to bump into any of the dummies she had set out to hold her armor, she kept a light grasp of the cloth against her chest. She had to be extra careful to keep the pressure at just the right amount to hold her juice at bay while simultaneously avoiding any unnecessary stimulation.
Barely managing to get past a set of pauldrons with an inch of clearance, she only allowed herself to breath once she was clear of the armor pieces. Trying to ignore the resulting belch that followed, she went over to the sink to go through her selection of sponges. Carefully slipping out the pair she had stuffed beneath her shirt, she wrung them out to give back a semblance of their yellow color. Leaving the rest of the juice to seep out, she grabbed another set of sponges and braced herself. Moving as quickly as possible, she managed to put the fresh pair beneath her shirt with only a small moan managing to leave her lips.
“I just have to be UUURRPP patient,” Erza said to herself as she carefully adjusted the sponges. “Any day now they’ll bring me a UUUURRRPPP cure. I’m sure of it.”
While the words helped with her conviction, it all fell apart in the wake of the unsettling rumble from her stomach. Unwilling to let the kitchen become filled with her rotten gas, she started to shuffle back towards the bathroom. Once more traversing her armor collection, her path back through it was disturbed by her need to move as fast as possible. Trying to push herself onward in spite of the danger surrounding her, she hoped that she could hold on just a little longer.
Erza’s careful footsteps were all for naught once the building pressure became too much. Realizing that she was losing it not even halfway towards her destination, she tried to brace herself. Trying to hold her breath, she attempted to stand her ground as a rumbling PHHHHHHRRRRTTTT came roaring out of her backside. Underestimating the force of the gas, she was sent toppling into one of the dummies to knock it over. In her attempt to maintain balance, further gas billowing out left her stumbling around to send the rest of her collection crashing down with her.
Stuck beneath the armor that had been her one distraction for her ailment, Erza tried to work through her frustration to break free from the pile. Try as she might, not even her impressive strength seemed capable of picking herself up. Each attempt came with the loud sloshing coming from within her bulbous belly. The constant motion of the juice inside ended up further agitating her digestive tract until another blast of flatulence forced her back into place.
It was while lying there, stuck inhaling her own fumes, that the once proud mage realized the severity of her situation. She was too weak. Too encumbered by her own girth to do much but wallow in her stench. For a moment, it appeared that she would cry if her friends saw her like this. Her mind began to dread what they would say about her once impressive status once they saw the bloated, leaking form she had been cursed with.
The longer Erza entertained this nightmare scenario, the more something began to stir inside of her. What were gasps on the edge of sobbing instead altered into something else. Moving herself back and forth faster on purpose, she let these sensations take control of her movements. A strange shiver of pleasure rose up her spine at the mere idea of people getting to see her current state. A small thought in her head entertained the fantasy of each of them taking a turn to get well acquainted with every inch of her new body. A stray comment in her mind even wondered how good it would feel to have their lips latched onto her leaking nipples to drink deeply of her fermented juices.
Erza’s constant rocking back and forth resulted in another orgasm that made her womanhood spurt out more of the blue liquid she had been cursing. In the wake of her ecstasy, another growth session helped her to toss off the pile of armor keeping her pinned to the ground. With the metal pushed aside, her body was free to burst through the tattered clothing clinging to her flesh. The sponges she had spent so long getting into place were flung across the room as her leaking breasts became larger than her head. Finding it hard to fully grasp at her belly due to its size, she could only shift her double-wide rear back and forth as she rode out the session of pleasure.
When the mage was given a chance to calm down, a dire realization took over her thoughts. With a grunt, she managed to take advantage of her newfound girth to roll herself over to a wall. Slowly pulling herself back into a standing position, she discovered that, while she had grown wider, part of her legs had been taken up by her more spherical form. As her feet splashed through the trail of juice her session had left on the ground, she began shuffling over to her bathroom to clean up after her shameful indulgence.
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“Remain calm. Control your thoughts. Don’t give into UUUUURRRPPP temptation,” Erza repeated to herself for what felt like the one millionth time.
The mantra the mage had committed to memory was part of a necessary routine in order to keep her ever growing urges in check. While she had tried to keep her mind at bay with chores around the house, that was becoming nearly impossible in her current state. The most she had managed to do was sloppily put aside her armor pieces to avoid any other incidents. Even if she could manage to pull them out to try and clean them, she doubted that she could do much other than cover them in more blueberry juice.
For fear of doing further damage to her home, Erza had attempted to seclude herself to her couch. Considering that the furniture had already taken on a good amount of juice from an incident the previous day, she saw little reason to concern herself with making it any worse. As long as the cushions could provide adequate comfort to her body, they would have to suffice. She just needed to maintain absolute control as she patiently waited for her cure to arrive.
As Erza once more repeated the phrase to herself, she accidentally let slip a drip of juice from her lips. The droplet managed to slide down her bulbous chin and make its way between her rounded, spherical breasts. Tilting her head down and looking past her puffy, dark blue nipples, she watched the trickle slide down the surface of her taut belly on its way to the floor. Once there, the droplet managed to join the puddle beneath her feet that had recently grown due to a sudden gush from between her legs. Rather than let her vision linger on the reflection of her womanhood aching for some kind of pleasure, she tried to occupy herself with adjusting her position. Carefully wobbling her bulbous butt cheeks back and forth, she winced as the couch creaked beneath the burden of her sloshing mass.
Erza’s efforts were shut down as she heard the inevitable rumbling sound coming from the pits of her stomach. Rather than let her body be fully repressed, she relented in allowing the gas to come spurting out of her rear with a loud PHHHHRRRRRRRTTTT. The fart came with expected, pungent blude cloud reeking of rotten berries that had filled up every pocket of fresh air in her home. As much as she hated the fact that she was getting used to the smell, she at least took solace in the knowledge that no one else was around to be subjected to the rancid stench.
A sudden knock at the door made another fart squeak out of the blueberry woman “Um, w-who is UUUUUURRPPP it?” she managed to stutter out.
“It’s me, Lucy,” called out the familiar voice. “Natsu and I came by to check in on you. May we come in?”
Shifting her gaze around the room, Erza didn’t feel any concern for the complete mess she had left her living space. Her more immediate concern was that her fruity figure was fully exposed. Having outgrown her entire wardrobe, she didn’t have any options for covering up her girth. Spotting the blanket she used to wrap around herself to sleep, she moved as fast as her bloated form would allow her to grab it. Doing her best to turn the bedding into a makeshift cloak, she waddled over to the entrance to creak open the door.
“Hello,” Erza said, poking out her head just enough to spot Lucy’s side ponytail of blonde hair.
“Are you okay in there?” Lucy asked, trying and failing to look past the blueberry woman’s girth to check inside. “You’ve been shut in for a full week.”
“It’s only been that BWOOOOORRPPP long?” Erza asked as a sense of dread rippled through her form.
“I guess being by yourself for so long has made you lose track of things. Are you sure you don’t want someone to stay with you?”
“Yes, that’s for the OOOOUUUUUURRRRP best,” Erza explained. “We don’t want anything setting off the curse by UUUURRRPPP accident.”
“You can’t be serious,” Natsu said, nudging Lucy aside to give Erza a good view of his spiky pink hair. “How do you expect to fight this by yourself?’
“I-I assure you, I’m doing just fine on my BWOOOORRPPP own,” Erza insisted, her body shuddering in the wake of another surge of juice from her breasts leaking across the front of her gut.
“Erza, please,” Lucy said, holding onto the door to prevent it from being closed. “At least let us come inside for a bit. We feel helpless while waiting for Levy to find the cure. There must be something.”
As much as she wanted to avoid anyone seeing the state of both her home and her body, Erza was aware of the determination of her comrades. “Very well,” she relented, letting go of the door and taking a step away from the entrance. “Just brace yourselves. I haven’t been able to do much UUUURRP cleaning.”
The warning did little to prepare Lucy and Natsu as they stepped inside. Immediately, the two of them winced at the smell. As they pinched their noses to try and adapt, they inevitably took a good look at Erza. Though they tried to hide their initial shock at her girth, there was little they could do about the way their eyes went wide at the sight of the human blueberry.
“We’ll… um, start by mopping up the floor,” Lucy suggested, quickly averting her gaze to avoid eye contact with Erza.
“Y-yeah, good idea,” Natsu agreed, following the blonde’s lead as he tried to avoid stepping in the puddle forming beneath the giant blueberry.
As much as Erza wanted to help, she was aware that her girth would only get in the way. Stomping her way back over to the couch, she went back down into her designated spot a little harder than she anticipated. The slam brought forth another BRRAAAAPPP from her rear that gave a fresh miasma of her noxious fumes to torment her teammates.
“Sorry,” Erza sheepishly said, clamping her lips together to stifle the belch that attempted to roll up her throat shortly afterwards.
“It’s cough fine,” Lucy said, trying to put on a shaky smile while Natus wrapped his scarf around his face. “We know that you can’t control it. Just get comfortable while we take care of things.”
“Thank UUURPP you,” Erza began. “I’m grateful to have such good friends.”
“It’s the least we can do,” Lucy said as she searched through a pile of rags to find one that wasn’t drenched in juice. “Natsu, go into the bathroom and see if you can find me some cloths. I’ll need them to cover my-er, wipe up the mess. Meanwhile, I’ll try to focus on-“
A single misstep made Lucy slip on one of the blue puddles that covered the floor. The fall itself didn’t cause any physical damage, but it did leave her clothes stained. While the blonde-haired woman was busy trying to wring out her top, a few too many drops lingered around her chest. These tantalizing droplets ended up being enough to cause a stir between Erza’s legs.
“No, not here,” Erza thought to herself. “I can’t do this around my friends.”
Rather than allow her stray thoughts to get the better of her, Erza shifted her focus towards taking care of her other bodily needs. As embarrassing as it was, she had to allow the gas inside of her body to come bursting out at random intervals. Though she hated having to subject other people to her fumes, she needed to shift her restraint over towards keeping her condition in a semi-stable state.
“Ugh, wonder if I could burn the smell out of here,” Natsu commented as he came back into the room.
Noticing Lucy on the ground, he hung the semi-clean rag over his shoulder and offered a hand. The blonde-haired mage attempted to accept the assistance, but in the process ended up pulling him down as well. In the aftermath of the splash, the pair became preoccupied with the overripe juice that had splattered across their bodies. For Erza, her gaze was more focused on the way the two were pressed against one another. A stray line of drool leaked out of the side of her mouth as something inside her head enticed her to entertain the idea of being sandwiched between the two of them.
“Hey, get off of me!” Lucy shouted out, the cry bringing Erza some much needed grasp of reality.
“Sorry, this stuff is just so slippery,” Natsu replied, scrambling off of the blonde and getting back to his feet. “I don’t know how you’ve dealt with it for so long.”
“It’s… been… UUUUUURRPPP difficult,” was all Erza was willing to let out.
“Well, we’re already a mess,” Lucy said as she accepted the rag. “We might as well make the most of it. Hold still, Erza. We’ll try to get you cleaned up.”
“Wait, that’s not necessary,” Erza said with a wave of her stubby fingers. “You don’t have to-BWOOOOOOOORRRRPP!”
“Easy now,” Natsu said, wielding a rag of his own as he joined Lucy in approaching the blueberry woman. “Just relax and we’ll take care of it.”
“That’s really not a good OOOUUUUUURRPPPP idea. Just leave me alone before-MMPHH!”
Erza forced her lips closed as the first wave of pleasure was sent through her body. Tilting her head down, she watched her companions slide the rags across her skin to try and wipe away the layers of fermented juice from her skin. The cleaning process got rid of some of the liquid clinging to her bloated belly, but it wasn’t worth the consequences. Each inch of her that was touched by the rags drove her overactive libido crazy. Even more so when Natsu and Lucy pushed their bodies closer to hers in an effort to help her out.
“I can handle this,” Erza though to herself, not daring to open her mouth for even an instant for fear of either a moan or belch forcing itself out. “I have been through worse. I just need to keep my mind focused. This is just for the sake of getting me cleaned up. Nothing more than getting washed by two good… kind… adoring… supple…”
Erza’s attempts to keep herself repressed were undone as Lucy and Natsu made their way towards their chest. Seeing the juice leaking from her nipples, it was only natural that they would try to catch some of the droplets to avoid further sullying the couch. Unfortunately for all involved, a stray PHHHHRRRRRRTTTT erupting from Erza’s backside shifted the pair to have their hands press directly into her nipples.
“MMMMPPPPPHH BWWOOOOOOOOOOORRRPPPPP!” Erza roared as the stimulation finally became too much for her.
Driven back by the moan and gas, Erza’s comrades got to watch as she went through another, post-orgasm growth spurt. Any progress they had made with cleaning up around her tits was undone as her chest doubled in size. A waterfall’s worth of juice came sliding out of Erza’s open mouth to join with the trails leaking from her further engorged nipples. The puddle created from the excess, fruity, rotten liquid ended up being her final destination as the increased bulk added to her butt cheeks ended up being the final push to bring the couch crashing down.
“Erza, are you okay!” Lucy called out.
“MMMMMPPPPHHH,” was all Erza could respond with as she let herself enjoy the lingering ripples created by her fall. “Soooooo BWOOOOOOORRRRPPPP good,” she belched out, the look in her eyes showing a sign of momentary surrender to the bidding of the spherical, swollen belly that had taken over most of her body.
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A light tapping at her door awoke Erza from her peaceful slumber. What was supposed to be a yawn instead came out as a rolling belch that shook off any lingering grogginess. Struggling against her girth, she was able to wipe away some of the sleep from her eye along with spreading juice further across her face. As the droplets leaked past her vision, she was able to take in the full aftermath of the previous day’s temptations.
Thanks to a plethora of other orgasm’s brought about by her friends’ attempts to calm her down, she had easily outgrown the size of a king-sized bed. Staring at how much of her arms had been absorbed by her spherical form, she was surprised her plump fingers had managed to reach her eyes at all. A similar phenomenon had left her with only the very bottom of her feet sticking out; providing her the ability to move only an inch at a time. However, it wasn’t like she had anywhere in her house she could go.
Thanks to the circumference of her bloated belly and behemoth buttocks, her living room was the only place left that could properly contain her girth. Being unable to fit past doorways had left her firmly stuck in the central area. This had the dire side effect of ensuring that every deep belch and thunderous fart that pushed out of her swollen form would be left to linger around her. By now her nose had become completely clogged with the stench of rotten blueberries. It was an aroma that she was starting to grow oddly fond of.
By all accounts, the proud mage should have been disgusted by how her inability to control her actions had led her to degrade so much. However, she could not bring herself to hate how pleasurable the journey there was. A shudder went through her body, sprinkling juice form her exposed tits as she recalled the powerful orgasms she had experienced the previous day. Just as she was on the verge of pushing herself to another climax-fueled growth spurt, the sound of one of her farts was replaced with another knock at the door.
“Who BWOOOOOORRRRRP is it?” Erza belched out without a hint of remorse.
With a slow creak, Lucy pushed the door open and peeked her head inside. “Good, you’re awake,” she said, her voice muffled by the rag tied around her face to handle the blue fumes that filled the house. “Are you ready to go?”
“Go?” Erza replied, wincing as a BRRRAAAAAAPPP sputtered out of her rear. “Go UUURRPP where?”
“I guess you forgot about our discussion after you, um, ‘gave in’ yesterday,” Lucy said, trying not to look Erza in the eyes as she spoke. “Don’t worry though, we’ll take care of you. Natsu, is it ready?”
“Yup, courtesy of Grey. Her transport is ready to go.”
Curiosity getting her past her lingering grogginess, Erza waddled her way over to the door. As Lucy got out of the radius of the blueberry woman’s stench, the view of the makeshift ice sled outside was fully visible. While Erza would have liked to get a closer look, she was stuck in place as the sides of her body pressed against the threshold of her door.
“I was worried this would be the case,” Lucy commented. “Natsu, are you ready?”
“You got it,” the pink-haired young man said as he pounded his fists together.
Trying to look intimidating in spite of the rag tightly covering his face, Natsu stepped forwards to tie a rope around Erza’s body. Chewing on her lips, she managed to keep her desires at bay as her companion took his time getting everything up. Managing to get through the ordeal with only a small moan escaping her lips, she let herself breathe a sigh of relief only once Natsu slipped back out of the house.
“Alright, good to go,” Natsu said, grabbing hold of the rope.
“On my mark start pulling,” Lucy replied. “I wish we could get others to help us out, but I’m sure you don’t want a lot of people seeing you like this.”
“Thank OOOOUUURRP you,” Erza said, unsure of the strange buzz she felt in her head at Lucy’s comment. “I’m ready.”
“Okay. Natsu, start pulling!”
“Let’s go!” he replied as he pulled with all of his might.
While the pink-haired mage had more than enough strength to spare, he had to contend with the sloshing mass currently pressing against the doorframe. He had more than enough power to simply shove her out of the contaminated home. However, he still had to be careful not to press too hard to avoid setting off another growth spurt.
Though progress was slow, Erza’s body began to push out inch by inch. Just as the very peak of her belly managed to leave the interior of her home, a groan could be heard. At the time, the group assumed it was just her digestion acting up again. The truth revealed itself once another tug freed her from her home at the cost of knocking out most of the doorway with her.
Rolling over the bricks from her entryway, Erza ended up bowling straight into Natsu. Gritting his teeth, he managed to hold his ground to prevent her from careening down the road. While his efforts were admirable, the force of his hands sinking into her flesh made more juice gush from her orifices. Unable to take the stimulation for much longer, Erza ended up having another orgasm to add further bulk to her form.
“Dammit,” Natsu commented, stepping away and shaking the juice from his hands. “I’m not sure she’ll fit on the sled anymore.”
“Well, we do have another option,” Lucy spoke up, looking at the trail of blue liquid that led from the ruined doorway towards the heavily panting Erza.
“W-what are you BWOOOOOOORRPPP doing?” Erza belched as her companions got on both sides of her.
“I’m sorry, but this is all we can do right now,” Lucy said as she gently placed her hands on the blueberry woman’s sides. “Just try and keep yourself together,” she added as she fished out one of her keys. “Tauros!”
In a flash of light, the black and white cow man made his appearance. At first, the muscular bovine was more than happy to show off his rippling muscles to Lucy as always. However, his usual bravado faltered as his snout picked up the rancid, fruity smell.
“Moooo, what is that?” Tauros asked as he glanced over the blueberry woman’s girth.
“That’s Erza,” Lucy begrudgingly admitted. “I need you to work with Natsu to push her over to the guild.”
“What happened to her nice body?” Tauros further inquired, only to be shut down by a rancid PHHHHHHRRRRRTTTT from Erza’s backside.
“I’ll try to explain later,” Lucy replied, looking ahead to ensure that the way was clear. “Just start pushing. And make sure you hold your breath.”
Unable to hide his hesitancy, Tauros regardless accepted a rag from Lucy to cover up his nostrils. Stepping up next to Natsu, the cow man worked alongside him to shove his fingers into Erza’s bloated flesh. With their combined strength it was almost effortless to get the blue sphere rolling down the street. The only problem was the spectacle of moving a living fruit woman through town.
As their arduous journey towards the guild hall continued, the group inevitably drew the attention of more and more people. Regardless of their daily tasks and duties, everyone dropped what they were doing for the sake of getting to gawk at Erza. Not helping matters was the way her body seemed to do everything in its powers to further draw in as many people as possible.
Each push and shove from Erza’s helpers ended up squeezing juice from her various orifices. The droplets cascading from her mouth, breasts, and womanhood creating a bright blue trail that was very easy to follow. If that wasn’t enough, her body was sure to add to her humiliation a bevy of gassy belches and reverberating farts to further call on people to see what had become of the once noble mage. In her old body, she would have been left mortified by the shameful appearance. Now, she was too busy dealing with another type of sensation going over her thoughts.
Through her spinning vision, Erza was able to see the people she passed on her long journey down several blocks. Shudders of strange pleasure cascaded through her bloated form as she realized how many eyes were focusing on her leaking form. Each disgusted face that reacted to her gas gave her a thrill of so many people getting to experience her perfectly fermented odor. On a few occasions, looks of interest, either real or imagined, from people who stared a little too long at her orifices proved enough to get her already libido-addled mind to go into overdrive.
Erza was given a final push both metaphorically and literally as her friends began to roll her up a hill. Though progress was slow even with the plethora of muscles pressing against her, those extra few seconds proved to be her downfall. Given a chance to fully take in the looks of awe, disgust, and strange interest from the people, any shred of resistance she had left fell apart. Even if none of them were willing to approach her, her perverted mind had all she needed to let her body enjoy the idea of them staring at what her own lack of control had created. Unable to handle the fantasy of what it would be like for them to fully punish her for her indulgence, she only managed to last until they reached the peak of the hill.
“BWOOOOOORRPPPPPP MMMMMMPPPPPHHH!” Erza moaned and belched out as her libido finally got the better of her.
The climax that followed had the expected result of making Erza engorge even further. A combination of the added bulk and the lingering gas cloud forced Tauros and Natsu to let go. With nothing holding her back and a river of juices flowing forward to lubricate her way, the blueberry woman’s next blast of flatulence sent her speeding down the hill.
Erza’s vision became a blur as she came bowling down the street. Thanks to her smell and sounds, anyone wandering by was able to get out of her path. The same could not be said for the various carts and stands she ended up crushing with her girth as she went. Uncaring of the splinters and pieces of fruit that momentarily stuck to her figure, her still euphoria-addled mind could only focus on the lingering pleasure rather than her final destination.
Erza’s speedy roll through the street came to a halt as she ramped off the back of a carriage. Flying through the air, sprinkling the townspeople with her sweet, rancid juice, she was given a moment of clarity once she started coming back down. This vestige of her former self lasted only until her crash back to the ground sent her rolling through a pair of double doors.
The blueberry woman came to a halt as her bloated form was slammed up against a counter. Left in a daze from a mix of spinning and her overactive libido, it took her a moment to get her bearings. When her vision finally stopped spinning, she began to notice familiar faces gathering around her. Looking up towards the ceiling to see the décor, it finally clued her in that she had arrived back at the guild hall. This revelation came moments before another surge of gas from her backside and disgusted expressions from the other mages brought her to orgasm once more.
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Erza finally awoke from her long sleep thanks to the mid-day sun peeking through the upper windows of the guild hall. As the light shined across her plump, blue face curtained by her deep red hair, her eyes slowly lifted open to confirm that she was still in the main gathering area. Having gotten quite acquainted with the space within the last few weeks, she tried to shake off some of her grogginess with a yawn. As her mouth opened wide, what came tumbling out was a powerful BWOOOOOOOOOOORPPPPPP that gave a fresh spray of her blue fumes to her makeshift home.
Following the trail of juice that leaked from her lips, Erza spent a few moments ogling the pair of swollen, blue spheres that were her breasts. As much as she wanted to play around with the globes, her arms had long ago sunk into her body to only leave her plump fingers sticking out. However, she could still manage to give some stimulation to her dark blue nipples by shifting her body around. In addition to making more juice leak from her teats in the process, the motion was more than enough to take advantage of the over sensitivity that came with her breast’s intimidating mass.
Erza’s wobbling back and forth was made possible by what little control she still had over her sunken in feet. Having her formerly impressive strength relegated to just her toes, she made the most of them to constantly shake around her pair of behemoth butt cheeks. In addition to further spreading the puddle that always lingered beneath her form, the constant motion aided in riling up her slumbering digestive tract. Without a hint of remorse, she finally allowed the pressure to come in in the form of a rumbling PPHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT that graced the main hall with a fresh helping of the stench of rancid berries.
The mere act of flooding the area with her fumes again was enough to get the blueberry woman active. Continuing to shift her sloshing form around, she inevitably brought her juices flooding from her tits, mouth, and womanhood. The sound of gas continuing to spurt out from both ends mixed in with the constant trickling noises to treat her ears to the symphony of her degraded state. Even the mere act of once more realizing the situation she had been forced into as a house-sized, gassy blueberry was enough to get her to her first orgasm of the day.
Erza’s moan of pleasure came just as the doors to the guild hall opened up. Splashing through the puddle of juice along the floor, Erza, Lucy, and Grey dared to step inside. Each of them had adorned themselves with boots to get through the puddles, along with thick masks to protect their noses from the toxic gas. Even still, they knew that they could only stay there for so long until they needed to take a break to avoid passing out.
“She didn’t take long, did she?” Grey asked, not even hesitating to toss off his shirt upon getting a single drop of blue juice on it.
“At least she’s not growing any bigger,” Natsu commented, the statement doing little to comfort the others.
“Yeah, but we still have to clean up the leftovers,” Lucy said as she tightly grasped her bucket and mop. “Let’s get started.”
Splitting off across the room, the trio went about their own methods of taking care of the messes Erza had made over the course of the night. Natsu was mostly straight forward with try to burn away bits of stains in controlled bursts of his flame. Grey was able to freeze up chunks of juice for easy transport to the collection bin they had out back. While Lucy would have appreciated having her Celestial Spirits on hand to help, each of them had forbidden her from summoning them to deal with Erza’s current state.
As her friends went about their duties, the blueberry woman watched them with a grin. For her, the mere sight of other people was more than enough for her demented mind. Each stretch of Natu’s chest muscles as he breathed fire made her shudder. The same could be said for the way the frost from Grey’s magic made his spiky hair stand on end. A few seconds spent watching Lucy’s breasts jostle from having to move the mop back and forth ended up being more than enough to provide her with the mental imagery she needed to orgasm again.
“Ugh, could you hold that back for maybe a minute?” Natsu asked, stepping back to avoid the new puddle that came spurting out.
“It’s not like she can control it,” Grey spoke up, protecting himself from the majority of the splash using a quick barrier of ice. “Did Levy say anything about how the cure is coming along?”
“She said that she found a lead,” Lucy managed to answer over the sound of Erza’s leftover gas expulsions. “Her tireless nights of searching found the place where the spell originated from. She left last night to see if she could discover a way to reverse the effects.”
“How long until she’s back?” Natsu asked.
Lucy’s lowered her head to avoid meeting the others’ gazes. “At least a month… possibly more.”
An awkward silence filled the air as the gravity of the situation dawned on the trio. The quiet was inevitably broken by a rude PHHHHHHHHRRRRTTTTT thundering out of the blueberry woman.
“Don’t worry about me so BWOOOOOOOOOORRPPP much,” Erza said, a grin on her face even as juice leaked past her lips. “I’m fine with being like MMMPPPH this for a bit longer. It’s very UUUUURRPPP relaxing and-“
Scrunching up her face, Erza let out another cloud of flatulence that shook the foundation of the building.
“-pleasurable,” Erza continued, looking on the verge of another release just off of her new gas.
“Well, at least she’s enjoying it,” Grey had to admit as he and the others saw the pleased look on her puffed up cheeks.
“Guess we’d better get used to this for now then,” Lucy said, hoisting up the fresh bucket. “Come on. Let’s take on the hard part while we still have the energy.”
Hearing the groans from Natsu and Grey, Lucy trudged on with them in tow. Seeing her friends approach, Erza couldn’t help letting out squeaks of gas in anticipation. The floor had been given enough attention to avoid getting over flooded by what came next. It was one of the things she looked forward to the most during each of her visitations.
Ensuring their masks were tightly in place, the other mages began to spread across Erza’s flesh. With rags in hand, they tried their best to soak up the juice that perpetually clung to her skin. Their efforts showed little in the way of results, but it was the best anyone could do to maintain at least the illusion of hygiene. However, their work was not left unappreciated.
Gifted with the chance to feel other people shimmying along her taut flesh, it didn’t take long for Erza to come to climax once more. Soon after her overflow of lust, juice, and gas, another pass along her engorged curves were more than enough to set her off again. While the others endured the horrid stench that would inevitably stick to them until their next shift, she kept trying to express her gratitude for their touch. While at most she could only show her appreciation through the moans that interspersed her belches, it was obvious to the others what she was experiencing. Coming upon her twelfth orgasm since the sponge bath began, Erza truly felt at peace for the rest of her time as a rotten blueberry.