>Mary, now an oversized blueberry bear, loomed over benevolently over Paul, her beefcake of a husband.
>The middle-aged ursine fruit's 20-foot-tall oblong spheroid blimp of a body teetered precariously over the grass below, a huge patch of it crushed underneath her giant pussy.
>She barely reaches the tops of the surrounding trees, but is large enough to outsize the blueberry bush that had transformed her.
>Paul is caught in a trance, his eyes staring at her smoothened chest and turgid stomach.
>Mary's areolae lay flat on her body, while her hardened nipples point out a good 3 feet into the air.
>Her belly, much like her breasts has merged with her body.
>The only part that manages to stick out is her grapefruit-sized outie navel, now discolored a deep purplish red, not unlike the juice churning around grotesquely within her.
>Paul's trance is broken once Mary finds the will to speak.
>She screams, in deeper tone of voice, for Paul to fuck the juice out of her.
>To pound all of that juice out of her before she bursts.
>Before she explodes.