The Bush

Written by Anon

For RoarytheFygar

It was late at night, and Naomi was sitting terrified in her home. She was sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, her face was a purple-blue color. Something was happening to her, and she had no idea what to do.
After a little bit she noticed her middle was feeling a little… puffy.

Shortly after this feeling hit her she called Patrick over because she trusts him the most. 
When he arrives, worried based on Naomi’s tone, he finds her wrapped up in a large blanket.
He's shocked when he sees her whole face and her hair to be blue.
A faint bubbling sound and the occasional gurgle is heard coming from Naomi.

They're both sitting on a couch. Naomi is paranoid and Patrick is very nervous now.
Naomi finally musters the courage to remove the blanket.
She closes her eyes, on the verge of tears as she reveals her entire body to be blue.
And her blue belly is poking out from under her shirt, spilling out over her enlarged thighs.

Naomi looks ups at Patrick with tears in her eyes. 
He is still in shock with what he sees when Naomi wraps her arms around him. Her belly and legs press against him as she chokes out how scared she is.
Her belly gently sloshing against him, Patrick is startled by how foreign it feels for her to be so… soft.
He wraps his arms back around her as he still can't believe what's going on. 

They continue to embrace, staining Patrick's jacket blue.

A few minutes pass, both too scared to even move.

Naomi’s belly grew another inch while they were hugging.

Naomi lets go of Patrick. They've both calmed down slightly as her fear melts into embarrassment.
Naomi looks down at herself in shame. She pulls her shirt down over her belly, which was bulging out a half foot in front of her.
She rests her hands against her belly, feeling the coolness inside of her while trying to figure out what was filling her. She shuddered at the thought of herself, she's not just growing, she's literally filling up. Naomi blushed deeply, she felt like a balloon.
She wasn't entirely wrong.

Patrick hesitantly spoke, and asks her what could have caused this.



Last evening, Naomi found a weird bush while on a walk, that had giant blueberries growing on it. The ground around the bush was soaked in a blue liquid.
She picked a few and ate some on her way home. It was around 9:00 at night when she returned.
After just eating a few she she felt surprisingly full. So she put the rest in a baggie and left them in the fridge.
It was weird though, she could have sworn the berries were smaller when she first picked them.

She took a shower before heading off to bed. But even as she felt the warm water running over her, She felt cold in her middle. 
She ignored it, but When she stepped out, the mirror was still very fogging and couldn't see through it. She dried herself off and got into her pajamas before climbing into bed.
After trying and failing to fall asleep numerous times, she couldn't shake the strange feelings in her body.
She still felt warm on the outside, but cool inside her belly She also felt very... Full.

Her belly let off several gurgling sounds over time, which were eventually joined by an ominous bubbling sound. Naomi rubbed her stomach as she rose from bed, pausing when she noticed that she felt... Softer.
She became worried as she walked briskly to the bathroom, feeling as if she just drank a whole gallon of water. When she turned on the light, the mirror was still a bit foggy, but she could just make out something weird.
Her blurry reflection appeared to be... Blue.
She looked down to herself and froze.
Her hands were blue, and her belly looked wider than before.
She poked her stomach, her finger sinking in more than it should've.
Another gurgle followed by more bubbling sounds .
She slowly lifted up her top and looked at her midriff.
Her whole belly was blue and appeared to be bulging out slightly.
Naomi bolted out of the bathroom, throwing on a tank top and sweatpants.

Naomi didn't know what else to do, she needed help, but she didn't want anyone to see her like this either. She picked up the phone and punched in Patrick’s number. She hesitated, but her belly gave off more sounds, indicating that she really couldn't do this alone.
She called him, and after several agonizing seconds of waiting, she heard Patrick's tired voice on the other end.
Naomi felt a rush of fear and relief as she told him that he needed to come over, her tone was… Less than calm.

She nervously paced around her house for a while before remembering the berries. She went over to the fridge and opened it, expecting to see an enlarged blueberry in a bag.
The bag had been burst open, and juice was splattered all over the fridge.

Naomi froze.
Without looking down, she slowly placed a hand onto her belly.
It felt a little bigger than last time.
The bubbling sounds returned again.
A single thought came across her mind as she began to cry, staring into her soaked fridge.
A balloon can only fill so much before it just...
Explodes.



Patricks heart sank as he listened intently. Mostly because of what she was saying, partly because he was watching her eyes turning blue. He was mesmerized as her emerald green eyes slowly filled with a bright blue color, not unlike the rest of her.
He felt it was best not to tell her .

Naomi looked down at her belly as she finished her tale, overcome with shame, she couldn’t even look at Patrick as a strong purple blush came over her face.

Patrick gently placed a hand on her bloated thigh. Naomi slowly looked over at him and saw his expression. He wasn't annoyed, or angry. He wasn’t even disgusted by her appearance.
He was genuinely worried.
Naomi calmed a bit before asking him if he could do anything.
Trying to think rationally, he figured the first thing they should do is try and figure out what's happening to her. It didn't take much thinking as Naomi thought about the berries; she was the same color as they were.
Naomi was hit with another wave of embarrassment as she thought about how impressively round they were.
She put her hands against her rounded belly again, and gently squeezed. Both she and Patrick blushed deeply as a gentle sloshing sound erupted from her.
They looked at each other, wide eyed and terrified by the realization: She was filling up with juice, and was turning into a blueberry.

Her stomach bubbled again and Naomi ran off into another room to get a better look at herself.
Her furry belly was now a foot wide, Her thighs were very thick, following the curve of her waist. Her chest didn't appear to be affected yet,  And yet, her hips had widened as well.
She turned to get a better look at her rear end. Her butt was also noticeably bulging out behind her.
She blushed deeply.

Naomi jumped as the door opened behind her. Her whole body jiggling and giving off an audible slosh. Patrick was startled by Naomi being startled by him startling her.

After an awkward moment Naomi stood in the middle of her bedroom with a bashful look on her face.
She was standing so that her feet were together, which gave her body a kind of pear shape.
Her waist had filled out behind her as well, making her two feet around.
She stood facing Patrick as she didn't want him to stare at her butt. She knew that Patrick wasn't like that, but she was still embarrassed by it.

At this point, Patrick had noticed that Naomi was definitely growing, which only made him more worried. He didn't know when she would stop filling, and was worried that there would be no way to stop it. He approached Naomi, which caused her to look down, a sad look on her face.
He put a hand on her shoulder and told her that he would do all he can to help her.

Naomi blushed again. She was grateful, and yet, was still mortified that she had dragged him into this. She hugged him again, worried at just how much she was pressing against him.
She rested her head on his shoulder as Patrick returned the hug. Naomi couldn't think about much else. The initial shock of her predicament had vanished.
And with Patrick there, she felt much better. It did nothing, however, for the worsening fear for her own body. Her legs were gradually filling, and she wondered how long it would be before it stopped.
What if it didn't?
What if she just kept growing?
What if there was no end to the swelling?
What would Patrick think of her then?
What if she blew up into a giant blueberry?

What if she just blew up?

She gripped Patrick tighter, closing her eyes tightly as well.
She felt very heavy, her midsection dragged down by a great weight.
Her blue body swelled gently against Patrick.

Patrick was reluctant to say, but it looked like Naomi would just keep on swelling, so he advised Naomi that they should go outside or something. Naomi nodded solemnly as she separated from her friend.
She also noticed Patrick staring at her middle.

She nervously shifted herself as she looked down. Her belly had pushed out from under her shirt again.
Her clothes were already strained, so pulling it back down was out of the question. She frantically tried to cover herself again, Patrick noticed, and averted his gaze as he walked outside.

Naomi tried to find something bigger to wear, but couldn’t. The floor creaked louder than normal under her newfound weight. It was dark out, so maybe Patrick wouldn't really be able to see her?
But she knew that one way or another, Patrick would have to stare at her exposed belly.
With a new feeling of dread, she also went outside.  Her walk had somewhat turned into a waddle as even her knees bulged slightly.
Every bit of her was swollen now.

And every bit jiggled as she walked.
Naomi’s blush only darkened.

Naomi’s gut stuck out two feet, and her back had filled another foot outward.
She gripped the door knob to go outside and put her other hand onto her exposed belly. She took a deep breath in before opening the door and heading outside. Her hips brushed against both sides of the doorframe, and she was worried that she would never be able to enter her house again.

Waddling like this was tiring, and embarrassing. She was panting a little bit by the time she reached Patrick, her body jiggling and sloshing about as she went.

Patrick was sitting in a lawn chair, anxiously fidgeting in the seat. Naomi glanced at an adjacent chair; there was no way she would fit onto it, let alone support her massive weight.

The bubbling sounds were growing louder over time, and Naomi stared at herself. It was barely noticeable, but she could see her belly slowly inching outwards.

She looked up, and Patrick met her gaze,
They were both scared.

Neither Patrick nor Naomi knew when it would end, but they both did know that they needed to get the juice out of her. Patrick gave some ideas, but none of them really seemed to make sense.
He was babbling out ideas as they came, the only sane one he said was to try and squeeze it out of her. He thought about maybe poking her with something, but that just seems dangerous.
Naomi reluctantly agreed, she thought about it, and she would rather have Patrick put his hands on her than do nothing, and possibly splatter everywhere.

Patrick was cautious in his movements. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Naomi, so he carefully placed his hands against her giant belly.
They both blushed, purple and red.
Patrick pressed gently, watching Naomi’s expression to see if she was in any discomfort. He felt her fur against his. She was very soft, and cool to the touch, almost like a water balloon.

Exactly like a water balloon. 

Naomi felt the juices inside her slosh and move around. Relocating itself to other places in her body. She felt her thighs bulge, her back stick out.
Her butt bloated.
Her chest expanded.

Naomi never felt so embarrassed in her life. She reached back and felt her rear softly grow, also watching her chest filling up like a pair of water balloons.
Patrick noticed this and stopped pressing, he felt bad for her and turned his head again.

Patrick let go a little suddenly, sending all the juice inside Naomi back to it's place in her belly.
She awkwardly shifted around as the liquids settled inside her. They needed to try again, so Patrick instead tried wrapping his arms around her abdomen. He was barely able to lock his hands together around her.
He waited for confirmation from her before he did anything. She thought for a moment, feeling Patrick's hands just above her rear, with his head right on top of her belly, and right below her chest. He noticed that even without squeezing she definitely had bigger breasts.
He turned his head to the side so he wasn't staring when he began to squeeze.

Naomi’s body felt uncomfortable at the sensation.
She swelled around his arms, pressing hard against his face.
He could feel her butt growing, and prayed that Naomi didn't get the wrong idea, but Naomi was preoccupied with herself. She yelled for him to stop as she started feeling a tightness. It wasn't very much, but she still panicked at the new feeling, convinced that she would erupt if he kept going.

Patrick let go, a little more slowly this time as to not disturb the juices too much. His clothes were practically stained blue, but Naomi didn't feel wet or anything.
Naomi stood there, she was mortified. 
Squeezing her didn't work, and she felt it was too late to just poke a hole in her. Her legs continued to disappear as her belly continued to consume them. She couldn't even waddle anymore, her belly was only about a foot away from the ground by now, her massive belly in full view for anyone to see, (namely Patrick).
Her butt continued to swell downward as well, becoming rounder along with the rest of her. Naomi whimpered as her chest felt tighter than before, and her arms began to feel... sloshy.

Both she and Patrick were growing increasingly worried...
Naomi was running growing rounder now, turning into an increasingly spherical ball of a dog.
She was starting to really look like a blueberry.
And she was running out of room.

Naomi was hit with a new wave of fear.
She couldn't move her legs.
She was now about 4 feet wide around.
The gurgling and bubbling was getting louder.
And Naomi tried to hide her growing chest from Patrick.
She could also feel her arms starting to fill.

Patrick was at a loss.
Was there really nothing he could do?
He felt powerless to even comfort his growing friend. He ran back inside to try and find something to help. Naomi tried to turn and see him, but she couldn’t. She could only listen as she was left out here.
Alone.
Growing.
Tightening.
A new feeling of dread came over her.
What if Patrick doesn't come back?

Patrick rummaged through the house searching for something, anything that could help. He went from room to room, and was unable to find anything. He did find a stepladder in the garage, had a feeling he would need it. He blushed, imagining Naomi as a giant blueberry, rounded, arms and legs gone.
Patrick felt a little sick at the thought. Mostly because it wasn't far off from what she looked like now.

When he was about to head outside he paused and looked over into the kitchen.
Laying on the counter was a knife.
He grabbed it.
Patrick thought that maybe if he just... Let the juice trickle out of her, Naomi wouldn’t... 
Explode.
He also remembered seeing a med-kit in the bathroom. If he could get it over with, he could patch her up.
Right?

Patrick slammed the knife back onto the counter, regaining his senses.
He went outside.

Naomi perked up upon hearing the door open. She was on the verge of tears, afraid that she would be alone. Patrick set the stepladder down, out of Naomi’s sight.
He caught a glance of her rear as he made his way in front of her.
It was almost entirely rounded with her back. When he looked up to her again, he saw that her chest was nearing a similar fate.
Naomi gave Patrick a pained smile. She needed him.

Her crotch began brushing against the ground.

Naomi’s smile faded away when she felt herself pressing against the ground. Her legs were starting to round out with the rest of her as she felt the pressure being slowly taken away from her feet. She didn't even realize how sore she had gotten from holding up hundreds of pounds worth of juice.
Naomi looked down, but couldn't see past her enormous belly. She couldn't even tilt her head down too much without pressing her snout against her chest.

Patrick noted how round her whole body had gotten and only became more worried.  He looked at her furry belly, and pressed a hand against it. There wasn't as much give as earlier. He started to rub the spot, he really couldn't do anything else.
He was powerless.
The knife popped back into his mind, but he immediately banished the thought.

Naomi had a sad look on her face; she regretted bringing Patrick into this. The rubbing did feel nice, though, and it comforted her. Her chubby arms couldn't even reach past her chest at this point. She can't even put her arms entirely in front of her.

Naomi got chills when she realized that most of her weight was now supported by her very bottom. She could feel less and less of the ground as she started to grow taller as well.
Her legs started to lift off the ground and she had to bend them downward in order to touch the ground. She started panicking.

Patrick got the step-stool out and climbed up to meet Naomi eye to eye. He saw only a look of pure fear.

Naomi’s feet soon left the ground entirely; she yelped as her body wobbled a little in place.
The sloshing was very audible, accompanied by a bubbling sound that terrified Naomi.
It was the sound of her filling.
Naomi’s arms were being sucked away, as they began to grow into her body, her chest merged with her belly.

Naomi only continued to round.

Patrick looked on in worry as her chest started to press into her snout.
Any words that came out of her mouth were starting to get muffled. Patrick tried pressing against Naomi once more.
There was very little give.
There was very little room.

Naomi felt the press against what used to be her chest. While the swelling was uncomfortable the whole way through, the tightness she began to feel was significantly worse.

As her arms began to recede, her legs were lost. Her feet were the only part of her lower body that stuck out. Her chest pressed against her jaw harder.
Any words were extremely difficult to get out, leaving her with little more than muffled sounds and the occasional whine.

As Naomi’s arms finally disappeared, it left only her head, hands, and feet to be the only thing sticking out of her. And then they began to sink into their own divots.
Naomi continued to fill.
The juice continued to swell her out.
Naomi closed her eyes tightly as the pressure mounted.
The only thing she could think about was the berry that was in her fridge.
Naomi was convinced.

She is going to explode.

Naomi began to cry again, blue tears escaping her clenched eyes. Her limbs sunk in more as the little room inside of Naomi was taken up.
The bubbling was deafening.
Naomi’s skin creaked and groaned as the pressure increased, but the juice only continued it's onslaught, determined to fill the dog.
And tear her apart.

Patrick was in full on panic mode now. He sprinted back into the house, into the bathroom.
He tore the med-kit out from the cupboard before rushing to the kitchen.
He slipped when he got there and rammed his side into a counter.
He didn't care.
He grabbed the knife and held it for a moment before rushing back outside.

Patrick carefully approached the giant blueberry before him.
He touched her one last time.
She was taught.
Naomi’s skin was screaming.
Creaking too loudly.
She was in pain.
And Patrick needed to relieve her.
He held the knife up to her side.
Shaking, he placed the tip onto Naomi.

"I'm so sorry…"


When Patrick came too, he had been flung against the house.
Everything was covered blue.
And Patrick felt a horrible pain in his shoulder.
He looked over, and saw a knife stuck in him.
He quickly tore it out without thinking and stood up, his legs quivering.
He walked over to the figure in the middle of the yard.
It was Naomi.
She was still a bit bloated, but Patrick needed to patch her up quickly.
He took the med-kit and went to work. His mind blank and his body sore, all Patrick knew was that he needed to save Naomi.

She was unconscious.
It was probably for the best, as the tiny poke Patrick gave her had torn a huge gash in her side.
And she was still kind of bloated, as Patrick wrapped up her wounds before all the juice could leak out.

Patrick picked his friend up and hastily walked to his car. He laid her down in the back seat, and sped off towards a hospital. There weren't many cars on the road given the hour. Good thing too, as Patrick went almost double the speed limit.

The drive wasn't exactly smooth, and Naomi suddenly jolted awake from the bumping. All of it was agitating the already excruciating gash in her side. She moaned loudly, still weary from everything that had happened.

Patrick slowed down as he realized that Naomi was alive.
He breathed a massive sigh of relief as they approached the hospital.

When they pulled in, Naomi was now awake. If she had been allowed to burst on her own, her wounds would have been drastically worse.
But she still had a gaping wound in her side, and Patrick needed to help her out of the car. He half carried her, Naomi wrapping one arm around Patrick, while holding her wound with the other. Her belly gently sloshed as they made their way inside.

It took no time at all before both Naomi and Patrick were wheeled into the back.
Neither one has ever felt this much relief before.

The staff managed to patch both of them up, and even got the last of the juice out of Naomi. She told them about the bush, and by next morning, both her house and the area around the bush were under quarantine.
After finding out Naomi wasn't contagious with anything, she was soon released a few weeks after Patrick.
By this time, the bush was long gone, taken to some laboratory to have countless tests done.
And Naomi's house was cleaned right up.


~Fin~