[b][center]Juice Junkie[/center][/b]
[i][center]By KilledbyCuriosity[/center][/i]

The siamese sat up on the couch, leaning toward the TV and squinting as he eyed a number. “Hey, uh, Lou? Did you watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory TEN times?” KC asked, calling to the skunk in the other room. There was a moment of silence. Then a voice called back, “Uh… no? Why?” the other man called back through a closed door, an undertainty undercutting his voice. The siamese could tell he’d done it, “Is it like, your favorite or something? Ten times is like, a LOT” he replied. There was another moment of silence, then then Louis’ door cracked open, the tall, heavyset skunk peering around the corner of the wood to peek at the siamese with just one eye. “It’s… nostalgic for me, okay? I watched it a lot growing up” he said, struggling to make eye contact and meandering through his words. It was obvious that something was up, but the siamese couldn’t deduce quite what it was. His mind started to wander.

He remembered another strange moment when he’d been making breakfast for the both of them, and asked Louis if he’d wanted blueberries in his pancakes. The skunk had gotten rather clammy about his answer, but declined them. It’d always stuck out to him as odd, but he’d never recognized why. Now it seemed he did.

A grin creeped across his face, the slim, short feline leaning back in his seat, “Riiiight, and it was your favorite when you were growing out too, wasn’t it” he said, snickering as he settled back in and resumed scrolling through Netflix. Louis was red in the face, “It’s a good movie, okay!? Just don’t worry about it” he replied, quickly ducking behind the door as his chest pumped. KC could tell he was onto something, but wouldn’t go too far with it, “Oh relax, it’s just a weird fetish movie! I won’t tell anyone you love it, promise” he said, turning on yet another episode of some overly dramatic cooking show. Louis didn’t want to acknowledge it, but knew he’d been backed into a corner, “Y-you better not!” was all he could reply with, moving back into his room and dodging any further accusations. 

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A few weeks later, KC was casually sitting back on the couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table as some he watched yet more television and minded his own business. The main door to their apartment opened and the skunk entered their abode with a sigh, shrugging off a backpack and moving toward the siamese where he would plant his exceptionally wide rear down on the couch, which he took up a majority of. The skunk was clearly decompressing from a long day, and he took a moment to catch his breath. Eventually a sound entered his focus, as he could hear his roommate chewing away at something like a cow, and he sat up. Louis smirked a brow, “You buy more candy at that Korean grocery mart?” he asked, curiously. The siamese nodded and reached into his pocket for a strip of gum, “Yep, knock yourself out” he said, the skunk taking it with a nod in return and popping the strip of candy into his mouth. Louis would think nothing of it and look at the screen, while a patient KC wore a smirk upon his face.

The reality TV they were watching droned on, but Louis couldn’t help but react as he felt a burst of flavor in his mouth from just one bite of the gum. He didn’t say anything, but a familiar, fruity flavor was blasted across his palette, completely distracting him. The skunk couldn’t help but speak about it, “Wow this gum is really flavorful, what brand is it?” he asked curiously, jaw rotating a few more times to bite into it. KC would respond without looking over at his roommate, instead reaching into his pocket and handing over a package. Louis’s heart dropped. He looked down at it with eyes wide, his jaw moving on its own as it chomped away at the juicy blueberry gum, “You are SUCH an asshole, you know that?” Louis responded, reaching for his phone and turning on the camera. KC pouted in response, “Now now, is that how to treat your roommate? I’m helping you live out your fantasy after all” he replied, turning to look over at the skunk. He saw the other boy’s face turning blue all over, the discoloration soon spreading across his entire head and down his neck. 

Louis’ chest was pounding as he kept on chewing, sugary, fruity juice gushing down his throat, “You could’ve asked, or something! It’s rude to do it like this!” he replied, looking at his reflection with his phone’s camera and confirming it for himself. With each bite he was becoming more of a blueberry, and his body was too addicted to the taste to stop his jaw. KC had a response at the ready, “Yeah, but would you have said yes? We both know you’re way too embarrassed about this to ever agree to it” he said, soon moving to straddle the skunk’s plush thighs. KC was now looking down at the busty, blue, gum-chewing boy, “Look at it this way. I’ve done something for you that you could’ve never done for yourself. If anything, you should be thanking me” he replied, a hand soon reaching down to rub along his roommate’s neckline and watching him chew. 

Louis tensed up at those words, hearing truth in them. KC was right, he certainly never would’ve agreed to take the gum, and he definitely wanted it. But did that justify this? His stomach let out an ominous rumble as he continued to chomp away like a cow, and he realized that he hadn’t been given the opportunity to decide. While that doomed him to a fate, it freed him from the responsibility of choice. He could always blame someone else.

The skunk looked down at the feline’s arm, then up into his eyes, his lips quivering a bit while his jaw moved automatically. He didn’t have the words to reply with, and so KC spoke to assuade his thoughts, “I won’t tell anyone, but you might be blue for a while, and you’ll have to explain that. I’m sure you can find some way to cover it up, if you even decide to go out. Louis felt KC’s groin pushing into his midsection, or more accurately, the reverse. His own expanding stomach was pressing outwards and swelling against the boy in his lap, the gum-chewing boy looking as his shirt was pushed up by a blue, heavy midriff. KC licked his lips as he looked down at that gut and reached for it, hands sinking into the softness as a faint sound of fluid could be heard splashing about inside of him. The siamese continued to lead the conversation, “It’s a pretty weird kink, but I guess I can see why you like it. The helplessness. Left to completely and totally submit. Plus, you were never on the skinny side” KC said with a snicker, watching that expanding figure start to fill out a loose tshirt and sweatpants, the latter of which were feeling tight. 

The shortstack siamese had to get off of his expanding roommate’s lap to give Louis more room to swell, the skunk now blue from head to toe as he timidly got onto his own feet and surveyed his own body. He’d always had a heavyset rear, but now it’d gotten even fuller, like two water balloons hanging off his backside and forcing his waistband out to the point that KC could peer down it and see a deep, blue canyon of ass. Around front his plush middle had gotten properly portly, gut filling his hands and both swelling and sinking down slightly. It was propping up his chest, those familiar male udders sagging under newfound weight and extending is neckline further than it’d ever gotten before. And worst of all, it felt good. KC could clearly see that. 

The siamese reached between the skunk’s thighs, Louis blushing purple as he realized his manhood had also swollen with the liquid, and that KC was blatantly squeezing it, causing a throb in response. “Hey!” the berry boy responded, finally finding his will to speak again. KC smirked up at him as he gave it a few squeezes and a tug, “As if I haven’t seen it before. Besides, soon you won’t even be able to stop me” he said, licking his lips. Louis whimpered as reality began to sink in, the swelling boy having to spread his legs as his thighs ballooned like tree trunks and began to swell against one another. One bite at a time, he would swell with juice, the horny skunk tenting those sweatpants against the underside of his stomach as he timidly looked down at his short, cocky roommate. He hated how much he loved this. Louis couldn’t stop the chewing, but he also wouldn’t, having given into the excitement of getting something he’d dreamed about for so long. The skunk felt his clothes growing tight, sinking into his bloated figure as his body took on a pear shape, the juice filling out his taint and lower half as it sank. 

KC would take a step back, recognizing he had to give the ballooning skunk a bit of room, Louis captivated by the sight of his own swelling body even as he heard a rip in the seat of his pants. Fat would bubble through it, and at his hips too, the boy becoming too big for his clothes while he kept on chewing. He would be forced to stick out his limbs like a starfish, his middle jutting out far enough that he’d lose sight of his feet and wouldn’t even be able to wrap his arms around it. He whimpered slightly, and KC just smirked, pulling out his phone to take some pics of the ballooning boy from multiple angles.  Louis didn’t have a response, just hornily chewing the gum as he felt a bit of wetness developing in his chest and groin. KC smirked, “Jeez, are you leaking? I didn’t realize blueberries did that” he said, a hand reaching up to fondle the skunk’s chest. He’d never felt so sensitive in his life, but every touch from the feline sent tingles through his entire body, and he wanted more. The skunk panted and kept on chewing like the juice-cow he was, not caring as his shirt began to rip down the front and his pants were covering less and less each second. He wanted to get bigger. He wanted to be a blueberry.

The blue skunk had become so distracted that he didn’t even notice KC moving behind him and grabbing at his sweatpants, brazenly tugging on them like someone unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning. Louis felt the air against his rump and thighs, that swelling but having long devoured his underwear like it was a thong, the fabric clinging tight to his package. Goose bumps formed on his skin, the sensitive juice balloon of a boy not doing a thing to stop the feline as those hands reached for his cleavage and did the same thing, his breasts soon spilling out within an overstuffed bra. The fabric of his underwear was sinking into his soft body, juice-filled flesh overflowing from it and demanding to be freed. Louis grit his teeth, the straps of his bra sinking into his shoulders and underwear disappearing within his hips, until finally they both snapped like overstretched rubber bands. 

Looking down, Louis felt like he was in a confined space that was filling with water, but in actuality his body was that space, rising up all around him and trapping him within it. He’d grown so hefty that his taint had reached down to the floor, limbs practically gone and swallowed into an otherwise round, juicy mass. And were swelling outwards not enough, the skunk realized he was looking further down to see his roommate, the once-distant ceiling getting a bit closer. His heart, somewhere deep in the sea of juice, would pound as he realized the very confines of the room might not be enough to contain him. The gum-chewing boy would feel his ballooning figure overtake his limbs and leave just extremities sinking into divots, his eyeline peeking at level of that round body. His cheeks had swollen with juice and were too constantly in his vision, and their size made it hard for him to speak. The once 6’3” skunk had taken on a 7’8” diameter, and the top of his head was a mere two inches from the ceiling. But then, thankfully, the bloating stopped. 

The gum had lost its flavor, but the boy kept his jaw moving rhythmically, still addicted to the feeling of chewing something. He could barely move at all, and from his position he couldn’t even see where his roommate had gone. “Kay… shee?” he asked, fat cheeks muffling his words. From somewhere below him he heard a familiar giggle, “God, is that what you sound like? You are such a cute fuckfruit” that voice said, something soon grabbing onto the globe’s side and tugging him forward. Louis couldn’t move, but he could be moved, his body being rolled and tipped forward so that he’d look downwards and see the slender boy he roomed with. The skunk had no clue how to respond to all this, as he’d been reduced to just a balloon full of sweet, sugary fluid. KC grinned at him and reached to hold those swollen chipmunk cheeks with his hands, “Sooooo, how’s it feel? Everything you were hoping for?” he cooed, waiting on a response. 

There were so many thoughts in his head that it was hard to really consolidate them down into a feeling, but he felt good about a simple response. “Yesh…” the juicy Louis replied, causing KC to lean in and kiss one of those swollen cheeks. “See, I knew you would. I bet you’ll like life as a cum-filled berry boy” he cooed, soon ducking under the horizon of that stomach and pushing Louis upright, the skunk no longer able to see his roommate. That last bit left him flustered, his face purple as he flapped his hands, “Khum? I never shaid you chuld dho that!” Louis replied. The skunk felt two hands circling around his stomach, which was incredibly sensitive, KC’s fingers tracing around his navel, which had gotten incredibly deep. The siamese just giggled, “Well, no. But I don’t need permission from a fruit, stupid” the much-smaller young man retorted, soon ducking slightly and pressing his lips to that navel.

Louis had never had someone make out with belly button before, much less as a blueberry, but it felt damn good. It was practically an erogenous zone, sensation and pleasure radiating from the tautly-stretched gut as that warm, slick muscle pushed into the hole up front. KC’s lips massaged the rim of it while his tongue punched in, a surprisingly passionate make out for just a stomach. Louis’ toes curled and he groaned into his mouth, extra juice squirting from his leaking nipples, and dribbling from the tip of his cock. As a gesture of good faith, KC reached back down for that juice-filled log of a dick and caressed it, helping to keep his ripe fruit pleased and productive. It was massive compared to his hand, both combined not able to fully grasp around the bloated spire. Beneath it, two bloated balls hung down, each one looking like it held at least a gallon of juice. The fruit was certainly productive, and KC would use that to his benefit.

Once he was done kissing that navel he rolled Louis so they could be face to face again, his hands reaching for those chest kegs and giving them a grope. “Here’s the deal, juice junkie. You’re gonna be a good fuckfruit for me, and I won’t pop ya, kay? All you gotta do is take it up the ass and smile for the camera when I put it in front of you.” Louis’s eyes were wide, his teeth still chomping the gum as he looked at his roommate with amazement. Sure they’d flirted before, but this was a whole other level. Louis whimpered, “You’ll jhoosh me shoon, rhight?” he asked, pleading. The siamese pouted his lips and thought about it, then shrugged, “If I feel like it. There’s no way you’ll ever get all of it out, so you’ll be blue for life. And probably swell up eventually” he said, non-chalantly. Louis flapped his hands, “You chan’t do that! I-I don’t wanna be a blueberry forever!” he pleaded, looking up at his roommate from his divot with puffy chipmunk cheeks and plump lips. KC just looked down at him with a smirk, “You’ve always been a blueberry, since looong before you met me. I just helped the outside match the inside” the feline replied. 

Before Louis could response, he was pushed back, his head rising up towards the ceiling where he looked straight across the room, but then kept going, tilting backwards until his head was pointed towards the ground at a 45-degree angle, leaving him almost upside down. The skunk still couldn’t see anything, but on the other side of his body he felt his roommate’s hands on his blue, bloated ass cheeks as they were spread apart, his extra-deep pucker exposed and quivering. Louis pursed his lips and curled his toes, suddenly feeling a familiar cock start to fuck his unfamiliar body.

It was humiliating to be used like a mere object, Louis left to rock back and forth with the area around his shoulders rubbing at the floor, his hard dick pointed towards the ceiling and his tits drooping towards his face as he struggled with gravity. Luckily for him he didn’t have to actually do anything, but that meant KC got to go as rough as he wanted to, which he certainly did. Every deep thrust made his entire body quake and creak, juice glunking and sloshing about inside of him as the humping motions displaced it, and caused some to gush from his chest and dick. And worst of all, it was the best sex of his life. Being a blueberry was everything he’d wanted it to be, from the bloating and sensation to the loss of control. He didn’t have to do anything, he could just lay back and take it like a blueberry should while listening to the sounds of KC fucking his huge, fruity ass. 

KC was in heaven, wondering why he hadn’t converted his roommate into a spherical fleshlight sooner as his hips pummeled those sloshing clapcakes and his dick drilled in and out of that fruitboy fuckhole. He would give that ass a firm slap and cause it to wobble like a huge water balloon, “Look at how much you’re throbbing. You are getting off to this, aren’t you?” he taunted, reaching up to heft one of Louis’ balls and then let is hang back down against his body. “You’d never admit to wanting to be a permaberry, but we both know it’s true. So be a good boy and try not to explode when I cum in you. Would be a shame if I didn’t get to make a porn vid with my blue-ribbon fuckfruit.” Clearly the siamese was having a good time running his mouth, and Louis didn’t care to stop him, not that he could do much about it. He just closed his eyes and curled his toes, reveling in the sensation of his sensitive body rocking back and forth as he was feverishly butt-fucked. 

KC would take a breather, leaving Louis to whimper as he felt that dick slip out of his ass, leaving him stretched and leaking a trickle of juice towards his tail. The siamese snickered, “Miss my dick already? You are such a slut” he teased, pushing on the skunkberry’s side and rolling him laterally, so that he would look down instead of up, and his cock was pinned between his own body and the floor, left to throb eagerly. KC would help rub and tease that engorged juice canon by teetering the fruitboy back and forth, and even bouncing him a bit, the flow of blue fluid increasing from that juicedick. The feline smirked, “There we go, wouldn’t want to leave my permaberry out of the fun. You do deserve to cum too” he taunted, giving the skunk’s ass another slap. Louis meekly replied, “Thank you…” he said, clearly wanting it. KC saw an opening, and he moved for it, “Say it. Say that you want to get fucked. That you want to be a permaberry.” The skunk’s lips pursed at that demand, as he really wasn’t used to saying anything like that. But clearly he was about to get used to a lot of things. “Pleash, KC…” the fat-faced boy replied, “Please shove your dick in my fat, permaberry butt and fill me up with your load…” he said, not believing the words that came out of his own mouth. The siamese did not need to be told twice. 

Louis gasped as he felt that dick push in, hard, the feline clearly intent on answering that call. His hips started to pound against that rump, causing Louis’ entire body to shudder and quake as the juice jostled inside of him. He was panting, his own cock throbbing as it leaked juice like a faucet, the boy clearly desperate to juice himself stupid. KC wasn’t concerned about that, but he had his own load to get out, and clearly it was a big one, his bloated nuts started to tab that fuckberry bubble butt as his orgasm drew near. “Alright fruit freak, I hope you can handle a few more gallons!” he said, driving himself in balls deep as his cock erupted like a geyser, thick, warm, and heavy fluid being pumped into him through his butthole. The sensation was enough to make him cum too, his dick leaking like a hose, but not matching KC’s output. Despite what was getting out, he was getting bigger from the cum.

The skunk would feel slightly dizzy and queasy as he was stretched thin, his body creaking ominously and his body shuddering. He was truly hitting his limit as hot, tar-thick cum was pumped up his ass, and he flapped his hands panickedly. “Okay, okay! Pleash dhon’t pawp me!” he pleaded, voice high with concern. KC would give the fuck fruit a few more pumps, that dick dumping enough jizz into the fuckfruit that he was now pushing into the ceiling, his frame so big that it cracked both the ceiling and floor of the apartment. The woozy ball of a boy was lodged in place, not even able to be rolled under more was pumped out of him. He heard the siamese stepping through a pool of juice as he walked around in front of him, Louis looking down at his owner. “I could never pop my new permaberry” he taunted, kissing the boy’s fat cheek as all Louis could do was whimper.