While being a little bloated during the game wasn't world-ending, Jamie was still embarrassed. She vowed to never allow something like that to happen again.
This would have been wonderful had it not happened the very next week.
Eliza had invited her to the pool party; how could she not? Fall had been unusually warm this year, and it was perfect swimming temperature.
Jamie was excited to see the text. She had missed going to the pool, tending to avoid them due to how much she stuck out. With her friends, though, she felt completely comfortable.
The pair arrived at the pool with towels and gear in hand. As the gates creaked open, people stopped to look. This time, the stares that our berry got fell off of Jamie like water off a duck's back. Their normally piercing gazes had no mettle here. She was here to live it up with her friends, and she would damn well enjoy it.
It was only when her and Eliza had slipped into swimsuits and cannonballed into the pool did a gurgle rasp from her toned tummy. Amidst the splashing commotion, Jamie thought little of the odd sensation. As they swam in laps around the perimeter, her butt slowly bloated outward- yet Jamie paid no attention. Her focus was on keeping her breath and her pace, kicking hard to stay in competition with Liz.
The mass was not negligible, though. As her growth continued, kicking became more laborious for the waterlogged berry. The juice, while weightless underwater, had to be moved. Jamie paused for a moment, resting to catch a breath. It was only then that she felt her stomach grumble, and- petrified- she looked behind her.
Jamie caught the scream in her throat, instead letting out a choked noise of surprise. Eliza stopped and look back at the noise.
"God, again?" Jamie thought defeatedly. She made her way to the steps, slowly sloshing beneath the water. Another gurgle shook Jamie's belly, and she felt her swimtrunks ride up. Blushing, she continued her trek and breached the water. Her ass was much larger than when she had first jumped in. Looking back towards the water, Jamie caught Eliza staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at her. Looking around, Jamie realized that Liz wasn't the only one.
Around the pool people had stopped for a second to gawk at the strange, blue-hued PAWG. Amidst the silence, there was a bubbling growl, and Jamie's trunks subducted further between her cheeks. With a nervous smile, her other cheeks flushed a royal shade of purple.
"In stride," she thought. When a phone flashed upward to take a photo, she threw her hand into a casual rocker's sign. Even if Jamie were going to expand, she would have the last say on how she looked in photos.
Meh. You won't miss them after the first 1,000 years.....
Beams of hot Indian sun beat down on the earth. You looked around, checking your maps and journals. Yes, you had to be in the right place. This was exactly the place of the agricultural artifact, and you were certain. For miles around, nothing more than sand and bushes, dried to nearly dust. Dejected, tired, and sweaty, you sat down heavily and let your hat brim cover your eyes. Opening your canteen, you drank a small sip as your eyes continued to scan the horizon. Nothing.
Yet a small mote stood steadfast in the deep beige.
Sighing and capping the small reservoir of water you had brought, you stood up and began to trek. As you approached, you could appreciate more detail.
A woman stood bare- clad in tones of azure hue. Above her head, she held a bush high. To her sides, her hips flared outward gratuitously. Were it not for her shapely figure or color, you doubt you would have seen her against the landscape.
"Hello, traveler." She spoke suddenly, yet disarmingly. Despite her engagement with you, she continued to stand still.
"Hello, there." You managed back. Your voice sounded hoarse and dry. As you brought your hand to your canteen, your manners got the better of you. You stopped and gestured the canteen toward her, offering a drink. She stood still, smiling at the kindness.
"I'm a little preoccupied. Would you mind pouring some into my mouth?" The blue woman requested. You cocked an eyebrow yet did as she asked, holding your canteen above her lips and letting the water fall onto her tongue. She licked her lips, sighing contently. Then, something odd transpired.
You heard a grumbling from the woman's stomach, and instinctively you reached toward your pack to grab some food. She merely shook her head as another growl pierced the otherwise silent, dry air.
"Thank you, traveler." She said with a glowing smile. The grumbling had not abated, and moreover had shifted towards a gurgling, as if fluid were being poured or agitated. As you looked up and down at her form, you realized that her stomach now sat noticeably upon her once lithe frame. Surely your eyes were deceiving you.
As you continued to stare, you knew for the better portion of your sanity that this was no trick of the eye; her already wide hips and bust were filling out more, exaggerating the woman's shape to that of a fertility goddess. Your look of bewilderment had not gone unnoticed, for the woman spoke again.
"I am a Bodhisattva: a berry Bodhisattva. Your gift has given me what I need to ripen the fruits of this barren earth." Her color shifted; red faded from her complexion as she became a deep, rich color which rivaled the most brilliant lapis lazuli stone. With another gurgle, her breasts sprang outward, beads of blue liquid dripping from their apex. Letting down the bush which she had held for so long, she offered a breast to you, gesturing at your canteen. You brought it slowly to her nipple, and with a squeeze, she filled the remainder of it. All you could do was stare.
"Drink," she prodded, continuing to swell. Hesitantly, you took a sip. It was the sweetest, most refreshing juice you had ever drank. With that, she began to squeeze her bust, letting the juice flow out of and off of her body. As the juice soaked into the dirt, it turned from the cracked husk it once was to rich, umber soil that smelled of blueberry.
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Ever since John Cena teased something Marvel related I've thought about what role I'd give him.
Don't know a lot about him (or wrestling) but I think he'd be perfect for either Nuke or Hyperion.
Lots of work and new techniques in this 3D piece. Probably around 5h Modelling, 2h making Materials and then another 1h in Photoshop.
I really wanted some macro fantasy world/sci-fi.
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