I'm using this thread as an opportunity to repost this awful greentext:
>Simba watches his beloved, Nala, rapidly transform into a massive 20 ft in diameter blueberry before his very eyes.
>A gigantic furry, blue ball that rose above the blueberry bush behind her, as well as the surrounding trees.
>The lion damn near pisses himself atop the sticky, blueberry juice-stained grass.
>He slowly paces backward as Nala's enormous blue mass continues to expand outward.
>Nala moans and whines for Simba to help her.
>The lioness, now heavier than two elephants and a half combined, is beginning to feel stress bought upon by her unnaturally gaining in weight via production of blueberry juice every passing second.
>The viscous blueberry juices slosh around underneath her taut skin.
>The lioness' insides churn and bubble with the red-purplish liquids.
>She felt like she was ready to burst at any moment.
>Nala wanted him to help her relieve the pressure.
>To milk her.
>To squeeze her.
>...or even pop her with one of his claws.
>Anything to prevent her from meeting an unfortunate, abrupt sticky end.
>A nasty, gruesome fate that would have been easily prevented, had she not fully devoured one of those big, succulent juicy blueberries.
>The blueberries growing on that bush behind her, which is now overshadowed by her ever-expanding form.
>She's now one of possibility many animals that had succumbed to its temptation.
>Nala certainly wouldn't be the first, but she wouldn't be the last.
>Simba remembered that passing remark Timon made about a loud, wet explosion he had heard somewhere far off in the jungle.
>That's when Simba had his "oh shit" moment.
>Nala screams Simba's name in desperation a mere few seconds before she's shut up the by the gurgling of her stomach.
>A loud disconcerting, grotesque gurgle mixed with the sounds of bubbling juices and the creaking of her overtaxed skin.
>Simba, bracing himself for the inevitable, closed his eyes.
It took hours for Simba to get all of that juice out of his fur.