Mind your manours By Blissfits A gift story to ~TommyTheGunM99 featuring his countess Hildengarde. Go read his work it's of exceptional quality. ---------------------------------------------------------------- It was The annual celebratory ball within the German county of Blauerberg, the countess Hildegarde Von Blauerberg was celebrating her pride and joy . The illustrious and world famous blueberry yield. Infamous for growing unlike any other , tasting better than any other and growing bigger than any other. A Blauerberg blueberry was a treat known globally and Hilda took immense pride in her people who all come together to make such an immense project possible. Because of this, everyone in the country was invited and her whole immense castle filled with all sorts. Nobles and farmers alike. Most loved the relaxed feel, enjoying the rich Blauerberg wine and the full range of locally grown and made dishes. All but one. A noble of spectacular self importance by the name of Thelka Zu Sauer. Sauer looked over a small district within Blauerberg which made one of the more popular exports of the country , sour candies flavoured with the blueberries they grew. This success firmly planted a chip upon her shoulder which she wore with pride. She saw himself above everyone. Even the illustrious Countess. In her mind , the countess was nothing but a big , blue bloated bunny. Thelka also resented the fact she had to bump shoulders with the people she firmly saw below her. This was a fact she often let flow after drinking the rather strong Blauerberg wine. “you must understand... These commoners should not be brought to such an event. This should be prestigious day for us nobles, yet we are forced to be under this pretension that we are equal with a bunch of labourers. I do not understand why Hilda let’s them traipse their mud and manure in here over her castle?” she ranted. Unaware that in the not to far distance , Hilda was listening to every world. Thankfully for Thelka , she was a very forgiving woman. But she did keep a listen firmly to the words said. Those around Thelka argued it was a celebration of all the country , not just for the nobles. This seemed to only enrage the eagle. “ I am not saying they shouldn’t celebrate. All I saying is that they should party...within their station. Perhaps open the town hall to them, or something within the park. I feel somewhere as lovely as this shouldn’t be scuffed by worker boots. But...then again... perhaps Miss Hilda Judy doesn’t care for this historic and gilded place. She has more gluttony than wisdom.” She accused , although with nonchalant tone as if it where a fact all knew already. The nobles around her backed away from her not wanting to associate. However one person approached. “to you dear, the name is Hildegarde. For one as sedentary as you, you seem to love running your mouth. Miss... Thelka is it? It was an awfully long time since I last had you in my mind. Yet it seems you can’t quite get enough of my name on your sharp tongue.” The countess told her in firm words. Despite her large frame, Hilda managed to move right behind Thelka without her realizing a thing. The eagle turned to see the incredibly large woman behind her with subdued panic. “Oh! C..countess. I meant no ill will to you , I want but spouting some...minor gripes I had with a few trivial things. Nothing to worry yourself with I assure you.” Thelka argued trying to do her best to downplay her verbal bile. “my dear noblewoman , you must know these ears of mine do much more than frame my beauty well? I heard every little word of your tirade against me and my festival. Shame you had not worded your complaints sooner I could have done something...” Hilda told her with a wide , almost devious grin. Thelka , thinking that the countess agreed with her began to smile too, her guards lowered. “Oh? Something to get rid of the workers?” Hilda smirked a wicked smile having gotten right where she wanted to be. “Heaven forbid... I would have done something about you.” Within a flash, the bunny moved at viper speeds, sinking two lengthened fangs into the neck of the noblewoman. Thelka , in all her supposed wisdom and superiority, never knew that Hildegarde was a vampire. One with a rather unique effect to her bite. It was painless, and As Hilda pulled back, Thelka was left more confused than anything. “Was that supposed to hurt?” she asked, an arrogant confidence building. Unaware of the two blue dots on her neck matching the colour of the countess. “that was absolutely pathetic. Nipping at my neck for what? To startle me? Scare me? “ she then began laughing. The other guests, or at least those accustomed to the effect of Hilda’s bite, began watching intently, whilst taking a few steps away and guiding others not in the know to do the same. Hilda knew her bite was working it’s magic when she saw the once sapphire blue eyes of the eagle turn to a leafy green. Yet still the noblewoman had not an idea in her head . That was until she saw blue streaks snaking down her chest. She immediately yelled in total surprise , looking over her body to watch more blue snake across her. In panic she drew her pocket mirror. Instead of her usual self admiration, this time she used it to witness her face loose all of its stunning soft golden colour. Instead replaced by a grim , wet blue. “Wh..what the hell have you done to me!?” She yelled in absolute dread. Her looks where fast vanishing. Especially as her long gorgeous hair too began to turn the same leafy green as her eyes. “You see , none of my regal size is anything to do with simple fat found within most. All of this is blueberry juice. A condition I have gotten used to over my years. And with one small bite, barely a nick to your skin, I can transfer the condition to you too. However, unlike myself, you’ll just keep filling with the stuff right up until you are on the very cusp of exploding. Then , and only then, will you stop. Even if I wanted to. Which I firmly do not. Your bold pride has been a thorn in my ass for far too long.” Hilda taunted Thelka as the blue swallowed her whole body. The words sunk in to the eagle like daggers. She had no response. She had no hope. She nearly gulped as she felt her stomach groan. The trim corset of the noble woman made it painfully obvious to her that her stomach was growing. She could barely fit her figure in it before hand, so the sweet juice bloating her out made it incredibly uncomfortable to her. All this pressure holding in her middle caused the juice to seek out new areas within the noble. People began to watch as the back of Thelka’s dress began to lift at the back. Her ass pushed against the fabric and quickly made itself defined. Her thighs too fattened , widening her profile quickly. However , Thelka had something far more alarming to her sense of dignity. Her chest. Once displayed modestly as a sign of her beauty, now bulging out of the fabric of her dress and bra. Thelka desperately cupped her swollen boobs ,doing all she could to push them back to their previous size. However her attempts where entirely unlike herself. Fruitless. Realizing she couldn’t stop her transformation, she realized she had to move. She began to try walk towards the doors of the room. She sloshed with every step , showing all just how much juice was packing into her body. “move! Move out of the way! I need to get away from that monster!” she yelled. However the workers , who had have heard her vitriol , blocked the escape. Before Thelka could shove through, Hilda grabbed her shoulders and began to spin her around. It was like a beautiful blue dance, with the groans and grumblings of a transforming stomach forming the melody. The spins sloshed the juices around inside Thelka. It made her so incredibly dizzy she ended up falling on her rear, sending ripples over her juice filled body. The sudden pulse of pressure caused by the impact shunting the juice in the nobles ass up her body caused the straining corset to shatter. The lace holding it together fraying before falling free. With the resistance gone, Thelka’s stomach bulged forth over her thighs. The suddenness of it all caused further damage , a large rip in the gut meant the mass of azure abdomen spilled over her lap. The one rip letting free a wave of tears along the once near invisible seams of her dress. Each tear spilling out more soft blue flesh. Thelkas modesty had been torn from her. Her shame only worsened as the juice began leaking from her body. Her chest was marked by twin sapphire stains which spread across the front of her dress. The sensation was incredibly strange. She whimpered, praying for her body to stop. She would do anything to make it stop , even if it meant keeping all the juice she had already filled with. Unfortunately there was no helping her. Only watching her as her clothes fell apart revealing more of her once secret and dignified self. Thelka tried to stand herself up but Hilda shoved her back down, smirking at her helplessness. “you can feel it now...can’t you? The tightness in your skin. The fullness in your guts. The sweetness on your tongue that just won’t end. Get used to it. You’ll be like this forevermore.” She taunted. “please! I am sorry for what I said...I’m sorry for insulting you my generous countess. I was a fool to question you. Fix me....and I will be your loyal servant! I’ll...I’ll do whatever you ask .” Thelka begged desperately , already looking pathetic so having nothing to loose. However Hildegarde only smirked. “you already will be my servant. From this moment on...you’ll be making the juice for me. I might get some of the confectioners from your district to make your juice into candies for me alone. No longer the world wide sensation you was. Now just another maid in my castle. Although,” Hilda then let out a loud laugh as she realizes something. “Ironically...you won’t be able to attend this party anymore....as you can’t walk or move unless you roll around.” Thelka let out a meek groan as her body kept growing. Her arms and legs where thickening up. She had the same body shape as Hilda, although instead of standing in beautiful pride she was lying over the floor naked. And rather rapidly growing. The crowd of nobles and workers all watched the woman with schadenfreude, loving her every moment of misery. Slowly but surely, Thelka began to round out. Her body no longer able to keep its shape, rapidly looking much more like the fruit that filled her. She already couldn’t move. Everything was starting to feel stiff. The pressure pushing her body from the inside, making her body take a star pose. The eagle tried to fight her body , pulling against the pressure of the body yet she was quickly loosing. her central body swelling up into a spherical which swallowed up her arms and legs. Inch by inch. She couldn’t move anything other than her hands and feet , both of which she flapped meekly. She looked around the half of the room she could see , the rest hidden behind her own body. There was no eyes of sympathy. Only humour or disgust. That was when a flurry of footsteps approached. Hilda greeted their source. “thank you for getting here so quickly during your day off , unfortunately this brat has forced my hand. Could you please roll her down to the pantry and prepare her for her role as a juice carrier. “ “Of course countess Hildengarde. She will be tapped before the hours end.” Another voice replied. One of the servants of the castle. Thelka tried to look at him, but he moved to her side. “Don’t you dare roll me you common..!” before she could finish her threat , his hands shunted into her. Thelkas mostly spherical body easily rolled along, sloshing as she moved down the halls. The workers watched her vanish from the room without a spare care. However the countess still grabbed a glass of Blauerberg wine and lifted it in celebration. “To us all! Drink, eat, celebrate!” all joined in her cheer. All but one. A blueberry who’s name didn’t matter anymore. She was far too busy being rolled down into the massive pantry in the heart of the castle, far from watching eye. To the once noble woman’s shame, she was starting to enjoy this. Juice was leaking from sensitive areas and her mind was getting a little hazy with that pleasure. Especially when she felt something being eased into her breasts. She let out a sudden moan as something was gently placed into her pussy. The servant admired his handy work. A tap , now hooked up to the main leaking holes, that would pour out delicious Blauerberg blueberry juice. Into a place , he poured out a small sample. Thelka felt it as a suction on her chest and crotch which send immense pleasure through her. Giving the juice a drink, he puckered his lips. “Goodness...your juice is rather sour. Perhaps you would be best for candy. It’s all up for the countess to decide now. Enjoy your stay ma’am.” The servant noted. He left to re-join the party, leaving Thelka to her new position. Little did she realize there was a dozen others like her to her left and right. All enthralled in pleasure. Even in her punishment, she was not special. All she had unique was a sign hung under her tap. “Zu sauer”