The Blueberry Bride

A Blueberry Bride.

              “Are you nervous?”  Pamula put her hands on Amy’s shoulders.

              “No.”  Amy took a deep breath.  “It is only the day we have been striving for.  The day that we have been building towards for the last fucking year and a half.”  She took another deep breath.  “And after today, I will be intertwined with Ivan, forever and ever and ever and—”

              “Hold it.”  Pamula walked in front of Amy.  “Do you remember why you made me your maid of honor?”

              “Because we knew each other since pre-school?”

              “No, silly.  Because I know you better than anyone, and I am here to remind you that the man waiting out there for you is a wonderful guy.  This stress you are feeling right now is. . .”  She rolled her hand.  “While it sucks, there is nothing wrong with it.  You just have to keep telling yourself that being with him is a good thing.  You fought so hard to be here now. Go out there and have your moment so you can spend the rest of your lives together.”

              “Yes, but what if—”

              “Screw what if.  Don’t let the what ifs destroy the day.”

              “But—”

              Pamula reached into her dress and pulled out a small blue pill. “I was saving this in case of emergency. It is supposed to help calm you,” she said.  She handed it to Amy. “And as I know you love blueberries; I got it in blueberry flavor.”

              Amy smiled.  “Thank you.  I am sure this will help.”  She took the pill and swallowed it.

              “Umm, you are supposed to use water with it.”

              “Fuck that.”  She walked past Pamula.  “We have a wedding to put on.”  She took a deep breath.  “What else do we have to do?  Well?  Well!?”

              Pamula giggled.  “All that is left is for you to walk down the aisle.”

              Amy blushed.  “Oh, that.”  She smiled.  “Well, let’s get to it, shall we?”

              ***

              A few minutes later, Amy was pacing back and forth, waiting for her cue to walk down the aisle.  “Why is this taking so long.”  The pill she had swallowed was helping keep her anxiety down, but still, every second ticked away as if it were an eternity.  “Come on.”

              Then the music started, and she straightened her back.  All eyes were on her as she slowly walked down the aisle, bouquet in hand and the biggest smile she had ever had in her life.  “This is it.  I am really going to marry him.”  She could see him standing under the archway with a big smile on his face.  But as she neared, his smile turned to a look of concern, and those around her began to giggle.  “What is going on?”  She narrowed her eyes as she looked around.  “This is my big day, and they are trying to ruin it.”

              When she neared Ivan, the priest looked at her.  “Ma’am, this isn’t the time for jokes.”

              “What are you talking about?”

              Ivan lowered his voice.  “Hunny, why did you paint your face blue?  Look, I think it’s cute, but this isn’t exactly the time.”

              “Blue?"  She shook her head.  “I wouldn’t ever do anything like that.  Look, can we just focus on getting married?”  She took a deep breath.  “I want this day to be perfect.”  Gurrgle.  “Ugh.  My stomach is starting to do jumping jacks.  I think I should have listed to Pamula about taking that pill with water.”

              “Dearly beloved.  We are gathered here today to bring Ivan and Amy together. . .”  The priest looked over at Amy.  “In holy blue matrimony.”  He gulped.  “This isn’t exactly what I signed up for.”

              Amy narrowed her eyes.  “Look, I get it.  My face is blue, so you don’t need to keep commenting about it.”  She pointed at him with a blue hand.  “Can we move on with the ceremony?”  Gurrgle.  The pressure in her belly increased as her stress increased.  “Ughhh.”

              “Are you okay, Amy?”

              “I am fine.  I just. . . feel a bit weird.”

              Ivan looked at the priest.  “Is it okay if we hurry this up?”

              He nodded his head.  “I umm. . . yeah.  Do either of you have any vows prepared?”

              Amy shook her head.  “I just want to spend my life with you.”  She smiled with her bright blue lips.

              Ivan smiled back.  “And I promise to be there in the good and the bad.  I promise to make every day bright, even today when you are turning as bright blue as the blueberries you are constantly buying.”  He laughed.

              She put her hands on her hips.  “It’s not that funny.”

              “I mean, it is a bit funny.”  He smiled.  “Come on, just smile for me.”

              Amy took a deep breath.  “You are right.  It’s our special day, and I can’t let something like this try and ruin it.”  She turned to the priest.  “Well, let’s keep the ball moving.”

              “Huh?  Oh right.  Umm, so next, you exchange the rings.

              Ivan turned to the young man next to him.  “I have been waiting forever to put this on your finger.”  He took her blue hand and smiled.  “I love you so much.  Ugh.”

              “Oww.”

              “I am sorry.  The damn ring won’t go on.”

              “What do you mean it won’t go on!”  Gurrgle.  She moaned as she felt the pressure inside her belly increases once more, her dress now starting to feel tight.  “Honey, I thought you said the ring was fitted to be on my finger.”

              “Yeah, well, tell that to your finger.  I think it’s swollen a bit.”  He arched his eyebrow.  “And a bit umm. . .”

              Amy took a deep breath.  “Well, we can put the ring on later.”  She turned and looked at Pamula.  “My ring, please?”

              “Umm. . . .”  Her face was bright red.  “I am sorry.  I forgot it.”

              “WHAT!”  Amy took a deep breath.  “It’s okay.  We will get this fixed later.”  She turned and smiled at Ivan.  “I am okay.”  Her eyebrow twitched as her dress tightened even more.

              The priest pointed at her.  “Umm, is your dress turning blue?”

              “NO IT’S NOT!  MARRY US ALREADY!”

              “Umm, by the power invested in me, you may kiss the bride.”

              Ivan pulled Amy in and hugged her as they kissed.  All the stress evaporated as, in that moment, they were one.  She had no worries, no concerns.  All she knew was she would be fine.

              As their embrace ended, Ivan wiped his lips.  “You. . . taste wonderful.  Is that blueberry lipstick?”

              “No?”  Her belly began to rumble.  “Huh?” Shripppppp!  Suddenly, her petticoat gave out, and her waistline expanded a good two feet in all directions.  “Wahhhhh!”  She moaned as her pants ripped, exposing her blue ass for all to see.  “Fuckkk!”

              “Oh god!”  Ivan took a deep breath.  “You look so. . . soo. . .”

              “Don’t you dare say. . .”  Her body rumbled as her anxiety rose.

              “Hot!”

              She gulped and just stared at him.  “I do?”  She blushed.  “You really think so?”

              He grabbed her arm.  “Thank you everyone for coming.  The honeymoon is starting early.”  He dragged her down the aisle.  “Come on.  We are getting out of here!”

              “Slow down!”  She moaned as she wobbled after him, her big blue ass and hips swaying back and forth.  “I can only go so fast.  The more you make me move, the bigger I can feel myself becoming.”

              Ivan took a deep breath.  “Oh really?  That is so fucking hot!”

              She blushed again.  “So, how big do you want me?  Like I don’t know what is going on, but. . . if I could keep growing, how big would you. . .”

              Ivan smiled.  “As big as you can get.”

              Amy moaned this time.  “Then let’s get to the car and find someplace where I can swell up into the loveliest blueberry wife that I can be.”  She giggled.  “Let’s start off this marriage right.”  She pinned him against the wall.  “But we have to get something straight.”  She moaned as she felt her juices work through her body, stretching her legs out.  As they slowly thickened and rubbed against one another, she rubbed her juicy finger against his chest.  “We need to set the ground rules for how this will work before I am too big and round to. . . oh god, it’s flowing everywhere.”

              “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about this in the car?”

              “We are talking about this here!”  She moaned as her juice-soaked panties stretched outward.  “You need to promise that no matter how big I get, you will take good care of me.  I can feel this juice trying to stretch me out.  If it really makes me grow and grow and grow, you might have to take really, really. . .”  She licked his neck. “Really good care of me.”  She squeezed his ass.  “As that is what you do with a blueberry wife.”

              His dick hardened.  “Oh god, don’t worry.  If you want to be juiced, I will do that for you.  Now let’s go and get in the car already.  You don’t want this to happen in public, do you?”  He giggled as her legs pressed tightly together, and her boobs slowly pushed out what was left of her dress.  “Well?”  With Ivan’s help, they made their way to and through the parking lot.  Amy’s body was still slowly growing, and she looked like an overstuffed marshmallow contained in a juice-stained wedding dress.  “Here you are.”  Ivan opened the passenger door to his vehicle.  “Let’s get going before you get any bigger and we need a truck.”

              She clambered in, the seat being forced all the way back from her massive, juicy frame. “Opps.”

              “It’s fine.”  He sat down, her massive side pressing into him as she started the vehicle.  “Though if we. . .”  He moaned as she leaned over to kiss him, her juicy folds pressing into him.  “Stop it.  We have to go home.”

              “But we are alone now.”  She licked his neck.  “Why not have fun here.”

              His rock-hard dick pressed against the steering wheel.  “Because you might fill up my car and get stuck.”

              “Ohhhh!”  Juice dripped out from her nipples.  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

              Ivan wiped the sweat from his forehead as he started the vehicle.  “Keep it in while I drive us home.  It’s only five minutes.”

              “Fine.”  She crossed her arms as best she could and hummed.  But waiting only made the juices inside her bubble up more, her sides pressing against the sides of the car.  Her legs pressed tightly against one another as they began to shrink into her waistline, and her feet burst out of her shoes.  Her chest slowly pushed against Ivan as her boobs ripped through what was left of her dress.  “Ohhh fuck. . . I can’t stop swelling.  Please, hun.  Please help.  Juice me!”

              “Ughh.”  Ivan pulled to the side of the road and shut off the engine.  “Holy fuck.”  He looked at his wife.  “I think getting you in here was a bad idea.  How the hell are we going to get you out!”

              She giggled.  “That is the fun, isn’t it?”  Blueberry juice dripped from her pussy.  “I am getting wet thinking about it.  You squeezing my body through that door and. . . ohhhhhh!”

              Ivan laughed.  “Well, I am sure that experience will be fun, my dear.  Let’s make it a game.”  He smiled as he unbuckled himself and threw off his shirt.  “Why make it dull by having me go around to the other side and just open the door when I could fight to get that door open from the inside?”

              “Ohhhhhhh!”  Amy maoned. “You. . . oh god.”  As his body pressed against her juice frame, she felt as if she wanted to burst from pure joy.  She was a big, juicy waterbed, trying to obstruct him so she could swell bigger and bigger inside the car.  “You aren’t going to make it.”  She grabbed onto him with her massive, thick arms.

              “Hey, now.”  His juice-soaked jeans and rock-hard dick pressed into her round belly.  “You know you have to let me open that door eventually.  Hey, stop tickling me!”

              “Or you could just let me swell in here for as long as I want to.”

              He reached over her, his body pressing against her juicy breasts as he fished for the door handle, which was pressed against the side of her body.  “And I thought you wanted to be squeezed out of this car.  If you truly are going to be my blueberry, you will have to get used to doing what I say.”

              “No way.”  She shook her head defiantly.  “Just because I am a big blueberry doesn’t mean you can order me around.”

              “Oh yeah?”  The door suddenly flung open.  “Are you going to stop me?”

              She giggled.  “Well, I can try my best to keep you from getting me out of this vehicle.”  Gurrgle.  Amy smiled as her arms were forced to the side.  “My juices keep on going, so I don’t see how you are going to get out, let alone force me out.”

              Ivan slid to her left side.  “Who said I was going out first.”  He kicked off his shoes.  “Where would the fun in that be.”  Pressing his bare feet against her body, he began to push.  “Now come on.  You are going outside.”

              She moaned as she felt herself being slowly forced out the passenger door.  “Ohhhhh fuckkkk!”  Blueberry juice dripped from her nipples as she inched out of the vehicle.  “Ivan. . . this is so. . . amazing!”  Amy licked her lips.  “It is squeezing everything, pressing so tight.  I am such a fucking. . . wonderful. . . BLUEBERRY!”  Her eyes widened as her boobs were forced out of the vehicle, juice shooting out of her nipples.  “Ivan!”

              “Enjoying yourself, my dear juicy Amy?  Ughhh!”  With a mighty groan and another big push, he forced Amy out of the vehicle, her body bouncing on the pavement in a puddle of blueberry juice.  “Phew.”  He crawled to the edge of her juice-soaked seat.  “How are you doing?’

              She could barely talk through her moaning and her ever-expanding body.  “Goood.”  She looked around, her body now almost completely spherical.  “I don’t think I am going to fit into that car anymore, though.”

              He laughed.  “It’s okay.  I can go get my truck.  As long as you don’t mind riding in the back.”  He jumped down and rubbed her body.  “You smell and look great.”

              “I feel great.  You are going to help me stay this way, right?”

              “Of course.”  He rolled her upright.  “You are my blueberry wife.  Forever and ever.”

              She moaned.  “Forever and ever.”