HARVEST BLUE THE BOGAERTS Written and authored by Bleuberryanon Originally published on Jan 21, 2025 18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT The short story contains the following: blueberrification, near-bursting, and lactation ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "No matter how tried to get rid of 'em, those shrubs kept comin' back.", exclaimed Gustav Bogaert, a 7 ft tall 45-year-old Holstein bull wearing a black faux leather jacket and dark blue jeans, as he rambles on about the horrific experience that a horrific instance of Blueberry Hills bought upon him, his wife, and the farm to a Channel 6 news crew. Gustav is also smoking a cigarette in an attempt to keep his cool, occasionally puffing out a bit of smoke into face of the female pig reporter, Ms. Ludwig, holding the microphone, and the tired out dalmatian, Joshua Wells, holding the camera toward Gustav's face. Bogaert appeared to be clearly distraught, giving his account between his constant smoking, and all the while staring the huge red-purplish stain that had marked the area between his Barnhouse and a growth of Blueberry Hills that had devoured a huge majority of his wheat crop, as well as regular blueberries. "I tried chopping 'em down with an axe. My wife, Sharon, suggested we use put up a fence. I did that too..." Gustav took another long huff of his cigar, which was proceeded by a short bout of coughing. He then looks toward the stain, gazing for well over a minute. "None o' that worked." Ms. Ludwig, recovering from the bull's secondhand smoke flowing directly into her lungs, manages to ask a question in-between his borderline schizophrenic ramblings, "What...happened next?" Bogaert, his attention fully turned to the stain, begins to recount the night a week prior to his interview. The night he had lost the person he had loved. The woman he shared almost thirty years of his life with. "Sharon went out one night...with our chainsaw.", Bogaert calmly recalled, right hand still carrying the lit cigarette, "She tried to cut them down. Just like my first attempt, but she was a little more angrier than I was when those shits first appeared." Ludwig, further intrigued by Mr. Bogaert's story, gestures Joshua to focus on the stain. The thick dried up dark purple-red mass that coated an approximate 20+ patch of grass. "I followed her outside to help, and then I saw the craziest thing." Ludwig and Wells stood in silence, waiting for what had happened next in Bogaert's horrifying tale. "I saw her consuming...fruit. These big blueberries. They were like apples." He gestures toward the tallest blueberry shrub, which stood close to where Sharon was. "She bit into them in a frenzy, like one of those feral lions you see in them terrible exploitation films, biting into zebra's asses." Bogaert's eyelids close, "Then, I watched her change color, from that beautiful white and yellow, to a hideous light green." His lip quivers, "She then started to blow up. Like a balloon!" "A balloon?!", Ludwig and Wells shouted in disbelief. "Yes, those birthing hips, that portly belly of hers...all grew. She began to look like a pear.", the image of Sharon's bloated tear-shape body pops up in his head, she'd barely been mobile at that point. A huge green mass with stubs for legs, and enormous weighty tits filled with a blend of blueberry juice and milk. He drops his cigarette and quickly dashes out the life of it with his right hoof. "I swear to god, her breasts were huge, almost sagging down the ground. You should've seen it." Ludwig and Wells exchanged nervous looks, their brows raised, and eyes widened. This guy's story was getting a little too weird. Ms. Ludwig had even noticed a bulge forming in Gustav's pants. Regardless, they continued the interview. "...and?", Ludwig asked, the pig leaned the microphone closer to Gustav. "She started turning pink, or magenta, somethin that like that! I watched her grow bigger and bigger, from a pear to some large...round thing!" He looks toward the stain, and then up toward the tallest bush, acting as though he were looking up at her on that day. Staring Sharon in the eyes. Frightened old Sharon. A big 6 ft motherly cow who had been radically transformed into a 17 ft tall 30 ft wide monstrous, beastly blueberry cow hybrid thing. A freakish genetic mixture between fruit and animal. "Thankfully, I had service, so I was able to call 911 and get her to the hospital!" Ludwig and Wells simply shook their heads, not knowing what to make of the whole deal. They couldn't believe what they were hearing or even seeing. The Blueberry Hills and the stain are clear evidence of something that had happened here, the former being something that's still an ongoing issue, but the stain? A cow being turned into a giant blue monstrosity? A blueberry? This is the kind of shit that'd be published on some random guy's conspiracy theory website about UFOs or bigfoot. There's no way something like this can actually happen. "I kept my eyes on her. Gave her belly rubs. I didn't know what else to do but wait and wait." Gustav, as though in a flashback, remembers staring at Sharon's horror-stricken face, of which had to had to have been bloated, as he could clearly see the tops of her puffed up jowls next to her eyes. She appeared almost unrecognizable. The cow's engorged, dark blue nipples stood erect, pointing out into the sky and out from her 60 inch around areolae, of which are also littered by smaller but erect bumps that surround the nipples. Sharon's belly poked out from her form, as though suffering from an abnormal late-term pregnancy, with her belly button stretched into a horrendously malformed outie no bigger than a 20-inch yoga ball. Blueberry juice, mixed with sweat, trickles down from Sharon's fur to the grass below, along with trails of blueberry milk quickly escaping from the tips of her stiff gargantuan nipples. "I watched a helicopter carry her off into the sunset. She was so, so fuckin huge." Gustav takes out another cigarette with his right hand and then hitting it with a lighter in his left hand, "Now, I visit her every day. She's the same, but her body isn't the same." He turns from the stain that had been left behind by Sharon, then back to the pig and dalmatian, "I'm assuming you've read the reports." "We have not.", Ms. Ludwig spoke up, "The, uh, both of us anyway." "Huh.", Bogaert took a huff of his second cigarette, "Well, she's half a blueberry now and I'll have to get used to it." The Bogaerts lives have been turned upside down the Blueberry Hills and the only one who dislikes it is Gustav. "Sharon says she's fine. Her bills have been paid for by big government!", he starts to get mad, puffs of air and cigarette smoke fuming through his big nostrils, "It's all fucking hush money!" The camera dalmatian leans into Ludwig's right ear, bags now showing under his eyes, unsettled by Gustav's ranting, and whispers "Can we go back to the studio? I'm tired and this guy is, like, fucking nuts." "...Sure, I mean, we already ran out of time a little while ago.", Ludwig exchanges a whisper back, shaken by the bull's sudden rage as well. "Those fuckers can suck it because this is going into the news anyway and I will choke the fuck out of whoever's responsible for ruining my wife's bod-", he's interrupted by Ludwig patting him on his right shoulder. The pig looks him in the eyes, shaking nervously, "Our time's up, thank you for the interview!" She, with urgency. pushing Wells towards the purple Channel 6 news van. They hop into the vehicle with haste. Ludwig urges the driver, a buff bulldog in a white t-shirt, to hop onto the dirt road immediately. They kept going straight until they were no longer visible to Gustav Bogaert, who had stared in bewilderment at the news crew's rushed exit. He had been left with his only his thoughts, the purple stain, the Blueberry Hills overtaking his farm, and his lit cigarette. Months later, Gustav and Sharon Bogaert would have their property seized by the United States Department of Agriculture as means to contain this one particular Hills instance, and to prevent it from spreading across New Mexico. The Bogaert couple would be immediately moved to another undisclosed farm property in a part of the US that had yet to be touched by the Blueberry Hills. Gustav, despite initially being hesitant to accept his wife's blueberry-ness, had grown to accept it. Blue is a color that befit her well, more so than her previous black and white spotted patterns. She wasn't producing high quantities of juice, but she sweat blueberry juice. Her body produced a wonderful, sweet blueberry scent. What's not to love? Even the neighbors love her. Whether they were normal or blue like her, they were going to be just fine. Everything was going to be alright...just as long as they avoided any and all contact with The Harvesters. The Harvesters.