[b][center]Brittany’s Berryfication Ch 1[/b]
Containment Breech[/center]


[b]2014 – Brittany & Nathan’s apartment[/b]

People often ask Brittany where she gets the ideas for her potions. It is a difficult question to answer, because each potion takes on slightly different inspiration. Usually, Brittany comes up with ideas by ‘researching’ online, discovering a new kink that would benefit from magical intervention. Sometimes an idea for a potion will randomly strike Brittany. Such as when she is in the shower or driving back home from work. However, magical inspiration regularly comes from unexpected places: like while watching TV with her mate.

“Hey Britt,” Nathan ventured cautiously, as if he’d been thinking over what he was about to say for a while now. Brittany raised an eyebrow and turned to face her boyfriend, unsure what to expect next.

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever heard of blueberry transformation?”


There was a brief pause before Brittany replied.

“Blueberry transformation?” The curvaceous canine asked in a hesitating voice, which had the unintended effect of making her sound incredulous. The magical husky had never heard of blueberry transformation before, and it wasn’t often that Brittany heard of a new kink.

At the time Brittany was still young, only twenty-one, and Lewd Brews was still somewhat new before the days of ‘Lewd Tower’. Back then Jessie had just talked Brittany into renting a space downtown for the original Lewd Brews storefront. Still, the husky already considered herself both an expert on sex and the many peculiar paths it led people down. It was a necessity when your job was making people’s carnal fantasies come to life.

Despite her high opinion of her own skills, it wasn’t her pride that caused Brittany to hesitate. Matter of fact, the enchantress was always eager to learn something new and believed no real expert would exclude herself from any educational opportunity. It always excited her when she learned of a new kink or fetish. Not only did she enjoy learning how and why other people got off, it also presented a new business opportunity. A new kinky community as of yet unserved by Lewd Brews. That was how many of her inventions had come about. Elixirs or enchanted toys inspired by conversations just like this with friends and family brave enough to reach out to the enchantress for help fulfilling their dirty desires.

Actually, Brittany's porn star sister, Sarah, was probably the driving force behind at least a quarter of Lewd Brews products. She’d come to her sister for help with loads of her niche kink videos over the years, and had pushed Brittany’s creativity and talent to the limit more than once.

What had really startled Brittany was the source of this new kink. Her husband, then boyfriend, Nathan.

For some reason, Nathan always seemed resistant to share the more lurid details about his personality with his lover. He insisted that it was because he didn’t have any ‘lurid details’ to share. No lewd fantasies to confess. Brittany refused to believe that, no matter how earnestly Nathan pled his case. Not for a second. Sure, not everyone had to have some extreme kink in the bedroom like having their balls twisted 180 degrees or for their partner to shit down their throat. You didn’t even need to have any of the gentle or ‘mainstream’ kinks either, such as light bondage or getting spanked. Still, even if you were so chaste you didn’t even want to hold hands in public, surely you’d have some basic preferences at least, right? Spit or swallow, lights on or off, missionary or doggy style, etc.?

Nathan’s reluctance to share these preferences with his future wife had always befuddled Brittany. Given all the kinky sex she and Jessie put the husky stud through, Brittany would have figured the awkwardness in sex should have faded within Nathan long ago! She got the distinct impression he was putting some sort of physiological shield over his sex drive in order to protect himself, which made Brittany wonder why he thought he had to protect herself from her. Fortunately, that shield didn’t really hamper their relationship. Brittany and Nathan were about as close as a couple in their early twenties can be, and outside the bedroom, they fully trusted each other. Nevertheless, Brittany was saddened Nathan didn’t trust her when it came to sharing such details, and thought it prevented them from being as close as they could really be.

It was only as Nathan stared at her guiltily, as if he were being accused of something, that Brittany realized how dismissive she may have sounded. “Uh, yeah.” Nathan finally said, slowly, as if he already regretted ever bringing this up with his girlfriend.
The response seemed to confirm that he was opening up, if only a little. That made Brittany happy, but also more worried she’d somehow broken off communications before they could even get started. “Tell me all about it!” Brittany said, perhaps over compensating a little with too much eagerness in her voice. She really did want to hear what got Nathan excited.
Nathan stared at her a while, as if weighing it over before starting to speak. “I was just wondering if you’d ever heard about it? I just so happened to stumble across it online and…” Nathan trailed off, and Brittany fought off her instinct to press for more details. It was oblivious to what Nathan was trying to say without actually saying it: just like how a man goes to the doctor asking about his ‘friend’ who can’t get it up any more. More importantly she didn’t want to startle him. Talking about sex with Nathan often felt like trying to coax a skittish stray into your lap.

Still, Brittany was curious. Curiosity was her nature. So, the husky whipped out her phone and quickly fired up Google, now ignoring the latest TV adaptation of Fargo. Not that it took much research to get to the bottom of this mystery. She only needed to type ‘blue’ into the search field before the search engine helpfully suggested ‘blueberry transformation’. Brittany wasn’t sure if that said something about her or the internet in general. She clicked, and her phone screen filled with pictures, more pictures than Brittany would’ve ever imagined. As she scrolled through she quickly realized there were thousands, probably hundreds of thousands, of pictures! Brittany was starting to doubt her title as ‘sex expert’, how the hell had she never heard of something apparently so popular?

“Whoa.” She said quietly, holding the phone a little closer to her face so she could take them in better.

It wasn’t just the quantity that shocked Brittany, but the variety. The pictures differed wildly in style and how they depicted the subjects that had transformed into living fruit. There were hand drawn pictures: some very crudely, others with amazing artistry and detail. There were photoshop jobs, again some very rudimentary and basic but others nearing photorealism levels. Of course, the quality of the art was the only thing that was ‘realistic’. Each of the women, as it seemed the vast majority were women, had blown up into outrageously full round sizes. Their bellies, boobs, and even less obvious body parts such as arms and legs seemingly fit to burst with blueberry juice. It often leaked from the various orifice of their bodies, nipples, mouths, genitals, while their bodies always turned a purplish blue. It was all just like Violet Beauregarde in the famous movie scene.

At first, Brittany was nonplussed. She was usually pretty good at seeing the sexy side of things of almost any kink, but she had to admit she was blind to it in this case. The idea of becoming a hyper inflated, immobile blue blob was beyond her grasp. Yet, the longer she looked at the pictures, the more it made sense: especially when she saw it from an outside perspective rather than the potential berry. She remembered how much Nathan had enjoyed it when Brittany had tested out Motherly Bliss and In For a Penny, both potions that had caused Brittany and Jessie to blimp out considerably during testing. Nathan had spent hours playing with their round bellies, and showed none of the shyness he typically exhibited in the bedroom. Why would the fact all the women were blue stop him?

At any rate, Brittany didn’t have to understand why Nathan wanted something to give it to him. At that moment, she was filled with a determination to brew a potion like she never had before. All that night until she got to her lab the next morning, blueberry transformation was all Brittany could think about.

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For the next three weeks, Brittany’s Potion Making Law No. 4 was in full effect: the more you want something to work, the less likely it will.

When the enchantress stepped into her lab the next day, she was still fully determined to make her mate’s fantasy a reality. What sort of self respecting, sex toy selling witch wouldn’t? In fact, she was hopeful to have the elixir ready by that evening, tomorrow at the very latest. After all, Brittany was already effortlessly manipulating the body to her will with her various potions designed to shrink or expand her customer’s physique to their desires. Surely it wouldn’t be that difficult to turn people into living blueberries!

Still, despite her resolve and confidence, none of her efforts seemed to work. Using some of her more adventurous customers as test subjects, Brittany went through at least two dozen variations on the formula without seeming to get anywhere. Inflation was the easy part, all her subjects filled out nicely into the big round shapes she had seen on her phone. Getting them to actually express blueberry juice, like she wanted, proved to be very difficult for some reason. She eventually managed it by mixing in a little berry juice into the formula, but this caused a new issue. Something about the berry juice seemed to cause a runaway chain reaction inside her test subjects, causing a runaway inflation.

“Just like the movie!” Test subject 18B had exclaimed, squealed really, with glee.

Brittany had barely heard it. The subject’s voice was so labored under all the berry juice filling his body. Even his cheeks had grown so round, full, and blue it sounded like he was talking through a mouth full of cotton balls. Besides, the enchantress had bigger problems as she stood on her uppermost tippy toes. The subject had inflated so round and big, reaching his mouth with the antidote was a struggle even for the nine-foot tall husky! She managed to administer her all-purpose magical antidote and stop his out of control inflation just before they could do some pretty serious damage to her lab!

“What did you do that for!” 18B grumbled when he realized his inflation had not only stopped, but was reversing.

Perhaps I should get Jessie to dress up like an Oompa Loompa and push the test subjects off to the juicing room? Brittany thought to herself as she left the lab without answering 18B’s silly question. Maybe I could turn it into Lewd Brews’ very first ride?

Subject 18B wasn’t the only one disgruntled with having to go back to normal. One of his friends, a female subject who was christened 23C, didn’t want to go back either. Her growth stopping when her size was still small enough to remain mobile, she fled out of the room after Brittany offhandedly mentioned testing on the reversing potion on her.

“How the hell are you running so fast?” Brittany angrily demanded, addressing the retreating berry’s back.

Finally, with test batch twenty-six after three months of very hard work, Brittany thought she finally had the potion brewed to perfection. She could only hope Nathan hadn’t gotten over his fascination with blueberry transformation!

[center][b]To Be Continued…[/center][/b]