Blueberry Inflation Literature Collection: Volume III

To be Ripe and in Love (SFW Version)

The North had always been cold.

Little islands meant strong winds, and anywhere that wasn't covered in the many evergreen trees was almost assuredly a barren tundra. It was for this reason that most Vikings grouped together, built their long huts out of strong woods, wore heavy furs, and grew long hair.

Astrid never got cold.

Not anymore.

She'd been nervous, at first, but excited as well when her and Magnus had left for their very own island. It was shorter than their old island, but had high cliffs that blocked out the coastal waters before dipping into the bowl shape where the young couple had built their home.

Astrid liked to joke that it looked like they'd dropped her into it. That the valley was her fault simply for being so close to the center, a joke which highly pleased her husband. She knew that he appreciated the blockage of the winds, the shield provided by the cliffs and the trees, but to Astrid, temperature had stopped being a problem.

It was never cold beneath all of the warm, blueberry juice.

When she was full, Astrid couldn't walk. She had no legs, no arms, barely a pair of feet and hands sticking out of her fat, fruity body. You could still tell she was a lady, her massive breasts were hard to miss, but some people found the rumbling, the sloshing, and the ever present sighs of heady pleasure as all of the pressure settled down on her groin to be a bit... off-putting.

Magnus was anything but.

He liked hearing Astrid's tummy gurgle, feeling the juices churn around inside of her. He loved to rub her belly, to joke and slosh her back and forth until she needed to burp. He'd touch her, he'd play with her. He'd love her.

He'd be crushed by her.

The young Viking was laying folded on a crushed bed, submerged up to his waist and his thighs while making soft noises as his tired body began to fall to bits. Around his hips clung a pair of soft blue legs, knees stained with her own juice, which Astrid now squeezed over her lover's center.

Blue fingers tossed back blonde hair, the girl letting lose a satisfied sigh before her plump and purple lips grew into a smile.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Magnus laughed, his head reeling, lifting up to her before weakly dropping back down.

"Awe," Astrid laughed, a light and airy sound of a hundred and eighty pound girl rather than her usually full and husky blueberry. She leaned down, putting her knees on either side of his thighs, laying down with her bare blue breasts against his naked chest. "My strong Viking. Hardly even felt it, right?"

"Like, huuf, lifting, phooo, a pillow," Magnus panted, sweat dribbling from his brown hair. The broken bed creaked.

Astrid laughed again, turning herself so she could hear the rapid beating of his heart. "You're sure that doesn't hurt you?" she asked.

"Just..." he coughed, lifting a meaty hand and dropping it. "Just some minor fractures," he joked.

Astrid lifted her own hand, lightly thumping him on his chest with her knuckles. "Don't tease," she said, still smiling. "I worry!"

He continued to breath, the blue stains on his stomach flexing and recoiling over his strong abdomen. "I'm fine," he said, leaning and kissing Astrid's blonde hair. "Just... need a minute."

Astrid snuggled her head against his chest. "Oh? You don't want to see if you could make me skinnier?" she joked.

He laughed. "Astrid... you couldn't be skinny."