Blueberry Inflation Literature Collection: Volume III

The Gassy Berry

Series: OC (Wonka)
Character: OC
Synopsis: A woman on a tour finds the three-course gum gives her gas, too.
Contains: Blueberry TF, blueberry belching/farting, weirdo Wonka songs.

"Blueberry pie and ice cream!" The young woman's sapphire eyes went wide with glee as she tasted the flavor on her tongue. Her jaws worked methodically but rapidly, chomping away that the tiny wad of gum in her mouth.

The aging chocolatier sighed. "Yeah, that's the part I'm worried about..." He shifted his top hat and scratched the back of his head, a vaguely distant look on his face. "It always goes wrong when they come to the dessert... always..."

One of the other tour guests was the first to notice it happening. "Her nose looks... weird. It's... blue?"

There, in the middle of the freckled blonde's face, was a small blue spot, spreading out from the center. It crept further with every chew of the gum, darkening and spreading like ink spilled on a canvas. "Huh? What are you talking about?" She put her hands on her hips, and cocked an eyebrow. "You're just jealous 'cause you didn't get to taste this delicious blueberry pie, aren't you?"

"No, you're seriously turning blue! Look at your hands!" said another one of the guests.

Looking down, the gum-chewer's expression darkened all at once. "W-what the... My hands... My stomach!" She pulled up her t-shirt, to reveal the wave of color spreading past her hips and down her legs. Every inch of her, from head to toe, was soon a deep shade of indigo-blue. "I'm... blue!"

The tour guide rested his face on his reclined fist, seeming bored with the whole matter. "Oh well, if there's any luck we might at least avoid the gas..." he said, looking off in no particular direction.

"Gas?" the girl repeated, still chewing. "What the heck are you..." She stopped suddenly, however, and clutched her stomach. Her brow furrowed with discomfort, and doubling over forward, she mumbled, "I... I feel... funny..."

Frrrrttt, came the sound, sputtering from her buttocks. It was loud but short, making her loose sweatpants flutter with the force of it.

All the tour guests looked on with disgust. "Did she just..." "I... I think she did..." "Well it sure wasn't me..."

The girl's face darkened to a rich purple as the shame of her release washed over her. Bad enough to be changing colors, now she had gas, as well? She shook her head, forgetting for the moment that uncomfortable feeling in her middle. "N-no, it's not... I... Urrrruaaaurrrrrurrp...!" The belch came on just as suddenly as the fart had, cutting off her speech in a long, low rumble.

Despite the girl's forced silence, the other tour members had no problem making comments. "Jeez, were you raised in a barn?" "Figures, snatching that gum after she was told not to." "Wait... what is she doing now...?"

"Urraruurrp... W-what's happening to... Brararrruurp... me...?" Though gas continued to spill out of her from both ends, that was not the only strange thing occurring to the girls' body.

"She's blowing up like a balloon!" "Gassy as one, too..."

Frrtttthbltblt, prrrt, ffraarrurrrp, her rear let out a stream of farts that was punctuated periodically by a moment of silence, while her body began to swell. In a matter of seconds, her belly poked out from between her t-shirt and sweatpants, a smooth blue dome that swelled inexorably.

"It's the milk proteins in the ice cream... It happens every time. They all end up a farting mess!" The old man groaned in frustration, more focused on his product than on the girl who was currently undergoing the bizarre transformation. He twiddled his cane in his fingers, intently focused on a spot on the floor. "And I haven't even started with the berry problem... At least the first few courses are finally going right... a few more tests..."