Short story or poems about her turning into a blueberry?
the pisan cantos
>>7370780
Higher brow, please.
>turning into a blueberry
ah, that brings me back
the cat in the hat, now fuck off to reddit
>>7370780
need a better inspiration image
>>7370867
Would berry.
not /lit/
I smell newfags
>>7371013
Bounteous breasts burst forth into buckets of blue juice
As ample areas augment to absorb and amalgamate the
Coupled canisters. Creases conjoin to curves and I carefully caress.
Her frowning facial features form as my fondling fingers find
The juicy jugs join as one giant juicy jug, jocundly I joke
That this now dearly departed and dead damsel, dreamily distorted
Has become the bulging blueberry baroness of my libido!
Passionately I penetrate and pierce with pernicious penile pulse
Punishing her epidermal purple pigment, and as I poke,
Sultry satin syrupy sap slowly sloshes and slides from shank to sole.
So lovingly our liquids meld our selves as a luridly fluid whole.
she turned into a
giant blueberry
last night and,
i wanted nothing more
than to mash her
into a crusted pie
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,
Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,
A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea
Somewhere at the end of it, heaving. Blackberries
Big as the ball of my thumb, and dumb as eyes
Ebon in the hedges, fat
With blue-red juices. These they squander on my fingers.
I had not asked for such a blood sisterhood; they must love me.
They accommodate themselves to my milkbottle, flattening their sides.
Overhead go the choughs in black, cacophonous flocks—
Bits of burnt paper wheeling in a blown sky.
Theirs is the only voice, protesting, protesting.
I do not think the sea will appear at all.
The high, green meadows are glowing, as if lit from within.
I come to one bush of berries so ripe it is a bush of flies,
Hanging their bluegreen bellies and their wing panes in a Chinese screen.
The honey-feast of the berries has stunned them; they believe in heaven.
One more hook, and the berries and bushes end.
The only thing to come now is the sea.
From between two hills a sudden wind funnels at me,
Slapping its phantom laundry in my face.
These hills are too green and sweet to have tasted salt.
I follow the sheep path between them. A last hook brings me
To the hills’ northern face, and the face is orange rock
That looks out on nothing, nothing but a great space
Of white and pewter lights, and a din like silversmiths
Beating and beating at an intractable metal.
>>7371116
No...... BLUE
>>7370780
Violet, you're turning violet!
Upon the dawn of man Helina saw far and wide, her presence gave of a powerful glow. Mere mortals trembled at her feet, save one: Yammifist Hoolpot. Together they lived in happiness on the vast, furtile planes of Dronidmina. All was well until man created and built and waged a bloody war against them, all in the name of Frunt.
Battles were fought, fortresses of immense size constructed and in the end Yammerfist was struck down by a poisened arrow. Heartbroken Helina hid.
However all was not lost, Yammerfist showed signs of life, albeit in a near comaitised state. Far and wide and under the cover of darkness Helina searched for a cure to heal her lover's wound.
After years of travel Helina found herself in a cave, shivering and seeing only by the light of a torch a serpent approached.
'Seek you security and safety or salvation of suitor?'
Upon answering the latter Helina was informed that a cure existed. It took the form of a berry, blue as the open sky. However a sacrifice as strong as the bond between the lovers must be made and thus following endless rituals our heroin took the form of a blueberry.
falling from stars, her luster lost,
upon her celestial cross
her wine became the tide;
let it be worth pride
wailed the winds,
"absolve her sins!"
>>7371278
But blueberry wine? –__–; —?
sorry guy I'm baked
>>7371288
Something with this:
Inflation/Expansion:The victim filling up with juices.
Transformation: Visible symptoms of the berrification's progress such as a blue hue creeping across the skin, and the body expanding and rounding out.
Breasts/Butt: Often sexual characteristics are the first to swell with juices and become exaggerated by expansion.
Humiliation/bondage: The victim's helplessness in stopping the transformation, decreased mobility as the expansion progresses, and/or humiliation at being seen in the nude or in a bizarre inflated state.
Sensation/stimulation: The victim feeling too full with juices and pressure and needing a form of release in being juiced.
