Bleuberry Raisin

Tessa Bleu was a lucky girl. Born to a pair of well-off, self-made parents, she had the virtues of hard work and discipline drummed into her brain from youth. Her high intelligence bore her nearly perfect grades throughout her school life, and her experienced parents taut her business skills while her classmates were learning algebra. But, for every virtue, one has a flaw, and Tessa was no exception. Her high performance made her develop a strong sense of pride. The girl would never freely take any help she didn’t have a plan to pay back. The values impressed on her at such a young age also warped her perception of money, turning her into a penny-pinching financier. She wouldn’t spend a cent that she didn’t see a purpose for, and would constantly be on the lookout for earning opportunities no matter her cash flow. She’d cut neighbor’s lawns just for the satisfaction of a well-earned reward, despite almost never buying anything with her dragon’s trove. The one thing she would buy was food. She had a weakness for sweet blueberry treats, and would buy one whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Even with her penchant for pastries, her body was slim, flat, and lithe. Her youthful activity burned off her sweet binges, and whatever was left fed itself into her metabolism as she grew up, if not out, into a rather tall beanpole of a woman. By the time she graduated (Valedictorian of her class) she was a good few inches taller than the class average. On setting off for college she decided to delve into the field of computer programming as the craft came naturally to her, even if long hours looking at screens had put a pair of glasses on her face. She had most of her tuition paid by scholarships, but none covered housing costs. Her parents offered to pay for a nice one-room dorm near the campus, but her pride made her refuse what she viewed as a handout. Between all her odd jobs growing up and her lack of spending she had a very nice nest-egg saved, and decided to hunt for housing on her own. A few Google searches later and she found a suitable candidate on the college’s official ‘rooms for rent’ web page.

“Looking for one roommate, second floor bedroom. Must be female and fairly quiet, owner is aspiring med student. Must be comfortable with nontraditional relationships, and not be a slob.” She read off the ad posted to the door, exactly the same as the one online. Bleu had set up a viewing of the room over chat-rooms, and hesitated briefly before knocking on the door.

“Coming!” chirped a friendly voice from within the house. A moment later the door opened, revealing a short redhead with a respectable rack and a cooking mitt over her right hand. “You must be Miss Bleu, right? I’m Gwen, Haruka’s roommate. She’s on clinical rotation today so I’ll be the one showing you your room.”

“…just Bleu is fine, thank you.” Bleu was mildly stunned by this cheerful woman’s pleasant demeanor. She had expected some gruff old foreign lady renting a hovel when she couldn’t find any interior pictures online, but this seemed to be far better than the situation her mind had created. And between that mitt and that smell, she had to ask, “sniiiff… is that… blueberry cobbler?”

“Yup, fresh out the oven!” the redhead beamed. “I’ve been trying to perfect my recipe, so I hope you don’t mind helping me finish it all if you end up staying!”

‘This is heaven…’ the thin woman thought.

As the school year started she began to grow closer to her roommates. She found that Gwen was a wonderful cook and had a small custom-order bakery she ran out of the house. Haruka wasn’t just an aspiring med student but near the head of her class, and had a perverted streak a mile wide. The noises coming from the pair’s room quickly informed her of their relationship. She could even make out their dirty talk through the thin floor between their rooms. On one particular night, soon after winter break, they were particularly loud.

“So you know what’s going to happen, right love?” Haruka’s voice drifted up through the floorboards.

“Yes, but tell me again dear. I love hearing it.” Came Gwen’s sultry tones.

“What are they doing now?” Bleu mumbled, nearly asleep. She had half a mind to stamp on the floor, but she was too tired to expend the effort.

“You’re gonna get big.” Teased Haruka. “So FUCKING big.”

“Just big? I thought I was getting HUGE?” Gwen pouted.

“You have to get big first. Then you’ll keep swelling fuller and fuller. You might have trouble moving after a while.”

“I don’t care if I can’t even get up as long as I’m full of babies…” Gwen moaned.

‘Babies? They want her pregnant?’ She wondered, finding herself more invested in their dirty talk than she felt she should be.

“And you will be. You know how big I want you, right?” Haruka asked, trading the tease off to her partner.

“You want your little girlfriend big and round. You want my belly resting on the floor while I stand, anchoring me to the spot. You want my big milky tits pushed up into my face, and my childbearing hips resting while I grow.” Gwen replied. Judging by the Asian girl’s moans, she was hitting all the right notes for Haruka.

“Speaking of your hips, you forgot your fat ass. I know how much you like to sample your cooking, you’re gonna turn into a big, soft fatty, with nothing to do but sit back and grow for your loving girlfriend.” Haruka muttered. Her voice sounded muffled, Bleu could only assume she had buried her face into her partner.

“Oh my god, shut up and fuck me!” Gwen yelled, and then the moans and bedsprings let out a chorus.

In her own room, the image of a giant Gwen was plastered on Bleu’s mind, her hand slipping into her panties as she imagined stroking that swollen surface…

After that night Bleu found herself ogling her roommates. Whether it was Haruka’s large tits or Gwen’s pert ass she couldn’t keep her eyes to herself. Soon Gwen told her amazing news: she was pregnant with twins. Bleu choked out a “Congratulations” before excusing herself to her room, her mind drifting back to the bloated figment she had imagined on that fateful night. As the days went by and Gwen’s figure slowly filled out Bleu’s wandering eye was drawn more and more to her wobbling breasts, her burgeoning belly, and her widening hips. Her slow growth, her sensual waddles, it drove Bleu mad until one day late into Gwen’s seventh month. Her jiggling milk tanks had surpassed Haruka’s a while back, and on that day she wore a too-small blouse with a very deep neckline.

Bleu walked into the kitchen, eyes immediately locked on the sliver of belly peeking out from under the ill-fitting shirt. She froze up. She had never seen so much of the lovely alabaster sphere before. It transfixed her. Gwen looked up from her cooking, followed the taller girl’s gaze, and chuckled as she said “Like what you see?”

That was it. She’d been caught. Bleu started bawling her eyes out. “Oh dear what’s the matter?” Gwen asked, panicking slightly as she waddled over. She put an arm around the thinner girl as she began to babble.

“… I overheard you and Haruka talking about you being a huge preggo and I was so turned on and I didn’t want to creep you out and I know you’re already in a relationship and you’re both so beautiful and I’m so ugly and I don’t know how to feel about any of this!” Bleu rambled, face in her hands, glasses gently plucked off her face by Gwen.

“You aren’t ugly dear, you’re just very thin. Some girls don’t get curves, and that’s ok.” Gwen said soothingly, petting the distraught girl’s back. “Just stay here for a moment, alright?” the redhead waddled past her to the living room.

‘Oh god she’s gonna tell Haruka and they’ll kick me out and I’ll have no friends and I’ll be alone!’ Bleu’s mind rambled on a mile a minute, coming up with one worst-case scenario after the next. By the time the pregnant woman returned, the skinny girl was a nervous wreck.

“Ok Bleu, come with me.” She said, waddling off once more. Bleu followed close behind, staring at Gwen’s butt despite herself. The redhead ushered her into the couple’s bedroom and closed the door. “So, you think pregnant me is… hot?” Gwen asked, a playful smile forming on her lips. “What did you hear us talking about?”

“Y-you and Haruka were talking about how you were gonna get huge.” Bleu stuttered as Gwen sauntered closer. Gwen grabbed her hand and placed it on her belly.

“So you like my little belly? You wish it was bigger though right?”

“Y-yes… oh god YES…” the tall girl mumbled as her hand was guided around the round belly.

“Well I’m not getting that big… not yet. We have a plan for it one day, but for now... do you want a big girl to show you a good time?” Gwen teased, looking her directly in the eyes. Bleu could have lied. She could have tried to continue blocking out her feelings. What she said next surprised her more than anyone else.

“Yes… please.” Tears dripped from her eyes as she relaxed.