At the Shinigami Women's Association, the mood was rather tense. The various ladies were gathered around and looked morose. They'd just been told they were already over budget for the year and it was barely summer. 


"How did we lose so much money so quickly?" Rukia asked. She fiddled with the piece of candy that had been placed on her spot prior to the meeting.


"Unfortunately our president spent too much of our funding on… personal collections. So we need to recoup those costs," the vice-president Nanao retorted, adjusting her glasses. "We have a few plans in mind for how to gain money. One is most likely to succeed but would be very costly in its own way."

"Well you have to spend money to make money," Rangiku said, before she pointed to the piece of candy on her side of the table. "Also if the prez spent too much money on candy why is there some here?"

"That's what I was about to get to," Nanao began. "I have to thank Nemu for her help with this situation."

"Mm, oh, Nemu made these? They're delicious," Isane said as she suckled the hard candy in her mouth. Everyone turned to Isane with wide eyes. Her captain chuckled, coyly covering her mouth.


"Oh my, Isane. Thank you for volunteering."

"I'd have thought that hearing Nemu made something would be a red flag, but whatever."

"But that makes the decision easier, doesn't it?"


"Yeah, sounds like a done deal, then."

"I appreciate your compliment, Isane. I wanted to make sure it tasted nice."

"Huh, wait, what is everyone talking about?" Isane asked. She continued to suckle on the candy. The thought to spit it out didn't even occur to her. She just nursed the treat as it filled her mouth with juice. Unaware that her ears were turning a light blue, and that the color was spreading across her cheeks She smiled naively as the others in the Women's Association carried on.


"So do we have a location picked out yet?" Rukia asked.


"Yes, there is a spot in the middle of the barracks we are able to use for an indeterminate amount of time. I assume that if business is successful, we will be able to use the space indefinitely," Nemu responded. The synthetic woman was as logical as ever, even as Isane's face was almost entirely tinted blue. The extraordinarily-tall lieutenant suckled and smacked her lips around the candy which didn't melt at all in her mouth. It just continued to exude delicious quantities of scrumptious blueberry-flavored liquid.


"That sounds good, I guess?" Isane asked, clearly unsure. Maybe there had been a memo she missed. Everybody else seemed to be more clued into the plan than her. 

"Ooh, there it goes," Rangiku snickered. Almost all of Isane's face was entirely blue except for her nose. The color seeped all around her face, right to the middle, and gradually covered up her nose entirely, with the very tip of it being the last thing tinted.


"There what goes?" Isane licked her lips as the blue spread down her neck and throughout her body. As her skin was permanently painted, there was a notable bloat that started right in her bosom as the color reached her rack. She took deep breaths, and each one caused her breasts to inflate, filling rapidly with juice. The others continued to mutter around her, though nobody truly answered her questions. Instead they seemed to observe her for reasons she couldn't comprehend. 


To everyone else, the reason was obvious. As Isane's body turned fully blue, she'd expanded out quite a bit. Her breasts were already twice as plump as her head, and her buttocks were swollen enough to lift the tall woman up another foot. Her belly had also cascaded out in front of her, and tented her robes obviously. The growth only got more extreme the longer she suckled on her candy, until her sides and back started the process of getting filled with blueberry juice. She was confused when her robes finally were pulled apart thanks to her sash splitting in half.


"Huh?! Oh, oh my, what's happening!" she gasped, trying to close her robes. It was an act made more difficult by all the weight her arms gained. They'd grown soft, and pudgy, and seemed to have shrunk some. That was technically because her torso was so bloated that her arms had begun to recede inside of her body. "Oh, ladies, something's wrong with me, could I get some help?" All the while, she suckled, and swallowed mouthfuls of juice, which fattened her rounding body further.


Her friends helped her. Just not in the way she expected. They stripped her out of all her clothing instead of trying to get her something to cover up with. She moaned as they poked and prodded her body as she inflated. Isane sloshed with every movement she made, especially when Rukia patted her backside or Rangiku poked into her breasts. She was completely dumbfounded by the attention they gave her, but Isane was simply too shy to properly speak up about it. She couldn't even walk away, because her gait had been forced into a chunky waddle.


"Ah, um, Captain? I think something's wrong with me." Isane noticed that even her silver-gray hair had taken on a darker shade. She gulped as her body bloated outward yet again, until her thighs could barely move, and her upper arms were sunk deeply into her body. Unohana didn't respond to Isane, simply discarding every last scrap of her clothing. Even her panties. Isane was mortified, but the encumbered state of her body meant she had no defense.


"Oooh, I think, mmngh… I need to get some air," Isane murmured. Her face inflated, giving her a set of chubby cheeks and a rounded chin. It matched perfectly with the way the rest of her body had grown soft and smooth. It was just so hard to focus, as if all the blueberry juice she'd consumed had flooded her brain as well.


"Let's get her out before she's too big for the door," Nanao stated, but she said it in such a way that it was obvious she wasn't even responding to Isane. Isane agreed she wanted to get outside though, even if she was strikingly naked. But she felt awfully cramped, and that wasn't doing her any favors either.


"W-Whoa, whoa!" Isane found her world turned upside-down as she was pushed forward by Soi Fon's tiny hands. She bounced and squished around, her bloated body still expanding outward and not yet perfectly spherical. She may have been fully capable of getting out of the room on her feet, but they didn't feel the need to test that. As they suspected, once Isane got to the door, her berry self became wedged in the frame. Isane yelped and groaned as she swelled more and more the longer she was stuck in place. When she was finally dislodged with a firm swat to her backside, she breathed a sigh of relief.


"Girls, I feel… dizzy, and bloated, and… cool?" Not chilly or cold, Isane noted. Just brisk, as if she were refrigerating herself to stay breezy in the warm summer months. Isane's body slowly came into a far more rounded shape, and her mobility was forever hampered by it. Eventually her arms sank completely into her squishy midsection, with a set of upper arms that were as enormous as her knockers were, and lower arms that were as round as her head. Only her pudgy, purple fingers had any sense of definition left in her limbs.


"Hahh, what's going on?" Isane said in her berry daze. Her neck was gone, swallowed up by her bulk. Her head rested cutely in the massive girth of her berry body. She had always been upset by her height, and now Isane was even taller, more than 12 feet in diameter. She saw the world rotate around her as she was rolled like a marble. Even her pussy had become swollen and super-sized. Each half of her labia was the size of a normal woman's thigh, and her clitoris was as bouncy and round as a basketball. When she finally stopped rolling and was placed upright, all the pressure of her figure was pushed down right on her womanhood. That overly-sensitive nub couldn't help but rub against the grass, tickling her nethers and making her even more unfocused than she already was.


"Yeah, this will be a good spot. Lots of foot traffic here," Unohana noted. Isane watched as Rukia and Momo carried over a small wooden structure and placed it in front of her. 


"Might need some help squeezing it into place here," Rukia said. Several of the ladies took hold of it while others went behind Isane and pushed with their shoulders. Isane grunted and groaned as she was intentionally wedged into place. Her breasts managed to squish through the thin confines of the stand's walls, but their weight was clearly more than anticipated, as the wood bent beneath her heavy, overly-full mammaries. 


"Girls, what does it say?" Isane asked. She could tell there was something in the front of the sign, but it wasn't anything she could read from her angle. Her upper arms were so thoroughly wedged in place that she could barely shimmy, and the angle they'd locked her in meant that her bare ass was free to hang out, along with a portion of her juicy womanhood. 


"Freshly Squeezed Blueberry Juice"


"$1 per glass"


Those were the words that hung over Isane's head, indicating her as little more than a tankard of juice to provide refreshments for everyone, and to get money for the Women's Association. Nemu dragged over a large box for payments, while Unohana nudged a tip jar in front of Isane's breasts. It was all very confusing to Isane whose brain unfortunately couldn't put it together.


"Hm?" Isane blinked as Captain Soi Fon approached, cracking her knuckles.


"Ooh! Ooh!" With two lightning-quick movements, Soi Fon jabbed into each of Isane's bloated purple nipples. The lieutenant looked down and saw gold-colored faucets inserted into each duct. The forceful entries had taken her by surprise, but it was shockingly pleasurable. Isane let out two more yelps that transitioned into moans as Nanao clamped two gold rings around each nipple. With a series of clicks, they were squeezed tightly around each soft nub until they were pinched into a more narrow shape. "Mmngh, ahh, wh-what are those for?" Isane asked.


"That should be it," Unohana said. "Shall we give it a test run?" Isane whimpered and squirmed in place. They didn't even act like she was right there with them.


"A test run? What, how can you test me?"

"Sure, who wants to go first?" Nanao asked.


"Oh, I'll give it a taste!" Rangiku smiled and raised her hand. 


"Girls? Hello? I'm still here." Nobody deemed it important enough to respond to Isane. It was more like she was a decoration than a human. Something about that realization made a strange calmness come over her. As if she no longer needed to stress about anything. If she wasn't going to be treated as a human for the time being, then why have human worries? Her eyelids went half-lidded, as if she felt that she could have stayed there for ages without being disturbed.


"Ooooooh~" But, Rangiku disrupted that haze by turning the faucet on Isane's left nipple. A stream of fresh blueberry juice poured out of her tit and filled up the cup in Rangiku's grasp. A warm, cozy smile came to Isane's face. "Oh, that was wonderful." It felt better than anything else she'd ever experienced. Just being drained like that, even if it was a small cup. The sight of Rangiku taking a hearty swig and sipping the contents of the cup was something that made her heart well up with pride.


"Mm, oh yeah, that's good stuff. I think we could charge more than just a dollar for sure," Rangiku noted.


"True. But since we don't have to worry about supply ever running out, we can benefit from making it cheap enough that we get huge amounts of sales regardless," Nanao added.


"Sounds good to me," said Momo. 


"Oh I need to try some too," Rukia asked, pushing her way to Isane's other breast with a cup. The other ladies in the Women's Association took turns filling up sample cups with Isane's juice. Each time a faucet was turned on, Isane let out a deep moan of pleasure. Her body resonated with bliss. It was as if it knew exactly that this is what she was meant to be used for, and relished that fact. The sight of her friends drinking her juice made her proud rather than scared. The truth that she was permanently transformed into this state didn't even faze her. That explained why they had stopped treating her like a person when her transformation started. If there wasn't any hope for Isane Kotetsu to be a human again, why treat her like one? She was just a big swollen blueberry, and she was fine with that.


It didn't take long for her to get a crowd gathered around her. The benefit of two nipples meant they could have two lines going at the same time. There were a few customers who seemed concerned about Isane's state, but the taste of fresh blueberry juice ridded those worries immediately. Besides, she looked happier than anyone had ever seen her, sitting in place and being juiced on a regular basis was more than anybody could ask for.


"Hiiiii~ You look thirsty… want a drink?" Isane teased, as if they would have come up to her stand for any other reason. The tip jar presumably was there to encourage people to pay Isane for her labor. But, she had no use for money anymore. It wasn't like she could ever use it in her perma-berry state. Not to mention she had nothing to ask for. She no longer needed clothes, her body constantly generated enough juice to satiate the populace and keep her energized, and it didn't matter if her sleep was disturbed by any midnight snack cravings, because quick snoozes were enough to keep her going. She was in a way, healthier as a berry than she ever was as a human.


"Mmmm~ Oh, thank you, come again. Again and again," Isane encouraged, giving a warm, lustful smile as the faucet on her right nipple was plugged up. This was heaven. It was a brilliant scheme and she was glad to be a part of it. Maybe part of her had intentionally eaten that candy to ensure she'd be the one turned into a blueberry. It was hard to say, her memories of any life before she was a berry were muddled and hazy, but they simply weren't important. All she knew was people were loving her juice, and she'd keep it coming for the centuries to come.