Blueberry Inflation Literature Collection: Volume III

Blimpy Banquet (POV WG/Blueberry Inflation)

Contains body inflation and weight gain. You have been warned.

You are bathed in darkness. Vague memories float in your dazed mind. Mysterious murders? A culprit on the lose? Seemingly supernatural occurrences? Floating in this void deprived of both sight and sound you are having trouble getting a bearing on yourself. Who you are. Where you're from. What you were doing in the past days. The past years. Regardless, after what seems like an eternity and it could well have been, stark white surroundings begin to slowly fade in around you. A pristine marble floor materialises beneath you which you find yourself standing on. Looking up from the ground hesitantly, you are met with two seated figures – two girls who appear to be quite young wearing gothic lolita dresses.

To your left is a girl with shoulder-length blonde hair in a pink dress adorned with red ribbons and a jack-o'-lantern decoration. She emits an aura of sheer confidence as she casually lounges in her seat with a bucket of popcorn and an intense grinning stare. To your right is a girl of similar height and ages you suspect. She is more difficult to get a handle on as she sits there with a blank stare and neutral expression and her hands laid neatly in her lap. What appears to be a cat-like tail protrudes from the back of her blue and white dress with ribbons on both her chest and tail – which you notice is moving in a convincingly life-like manner. Her unnatural blue hair and dead eyes make you uncomfortable as the three of you remain silent for a few moments.

The blonde girl breaks the silence in an energetic and chipper tone. "Welcome to Purgatory, human! I'm Lambdadelta, The Witch of Certainty and this is Bernkastel, The Witch of Miracles". Lambdadelta motions to her left. Bernkastel simply stares and makes the faintest notion of a nod in your direction. Lambdadelta continues "You're probably a little confused right now. Maybe even a bit fuzzy on the details of what just transpired on the game board or, uh, real world. None of that really matters now though because now you're a guest of ours and trust me when I say you should be honoured".

What she said barely registered with you however as you are still trying to process what is happening. More details of your surroundings draw your attention. You are reminded of the inside of a chapel by the large windows that cover a large surface area of the walls where light seeps in. Nothing beyond the windows is visible however – this room appears to be in some blindingly bright void. There appear to be no entrances or exits. You aren't leaving of your own volition anytime soon.

A piece of popcorn being flung at you head brings you back from the concerned considerations. "Hey! Aren't you listening?! We're going to be giving you a feast and you're just daydreaming?!" Lambdadelta spouts at you. You must have not heard her. You actually feel quite guilty and apologise. Even if you're not entirely convinced that you aren't dreaming. Lambdadelta smirks "You don't seem too bad. What do you think Bern?"

'Bern' leans on one of the arm rests and states "I'm bored. Get to the point already Lambda. This was your proposal after all". Lambdadelta huffs and crosses her arms "Okay okay! I was getting there couldn't you tell?!" She again turns her attention to you "Like I was saying, we, your humble and graceful hosts, are going to give you a feast. No strings attached".

Without missing a beat, Lamdadelta discards her popcorn before snapping her fingers and what appears to be a black-hole appears in the air, a dozen feet above the space between the three of you. You leap back in surprise as a table and a single chair fall out of it directly onto the floor without any of the food laid out on it falling off.

Lamdadelta wasn't exaggerating when she said 'feast'. There was enough food here to feed several people. Yet there was only a single seat. "Take your seat, human." Lambdadelta says theatrically. With another snap of her fingers the chair slides outwards. Less invitingly and more...ominously. You do as you were told and sit waiting for your two hosts to pull up their chairs and join you. Instead they sit watching you in silence. "Well? Are you going to eat or not, human?" Bernkastel says with a tinge of anger. Worried that she was losing her patience, you pull up your seat closer to the table and fidget a bit, feeling awkward about being expected to eat with an audience.