Blueberry Laz

Laz strutted through his front door, earphones in and jamming out as he bent over to pick up the mail. He flipped through the envelopes, going from bills to junk to junk bills, only half-aware before he reached the manilla yellow envelope at the bottom of the stack. Stopping momentarily, he tossed the other letters aside, deciding to get to them at the time of ‘whenever’, and instead opened the envelope with his name in neat block print.

Lazareus never actually joined the gum of the month club himself; rather, a friend signed him up for it, supposedly because of the incredible sales pitch but more likely, Laz suspected, because it was a cheap and easy gift. Still, he wasn’t too cross about it, as the candies had been fantastic so far. He got to try a cherry gum that never lost its flavor, a bubblegum that, when it popped, sound like a firecracker going off, and even helium gum that would float away when you blew it into a bubble. Smiling at those memories, Laz eagerly took the gum from the package and shoved it in his mouth, throwing the packaging to his side, not noticing a flashy and attention-grabbing instruction card…

At first, it tasted like tomato soup, which Laz wasn’t the biggest fan of. He almost spit it out, sick of the salty sauce, only for a gradient in the taste to emerge, a savory texture taking over as what seemed to be roast beef came into his mouth. His eyebrows raised in amazement as he walked towards his kitchen, wanting to get the wax paper he used for the cherry gum to preserve this piece for later. As he reached the door, however, the taste changed yet again: Blueberry pie.

Laz audibly enjoyed the taste, sweet yet tart sensation overloading his mouth. He could feel the cool vanilla ice cream on his tongue, and it seemed to cool all of him. He sighed and closed his eyes, simply taking in the taste as his nose began to change color…

It was only a minute later, when the coolness seemed to be spreading, that Laz opened his eyes, everything looking a touch more azure. His stomach gurgled and he patted his gut absentmindedly, only to stop as he felt slightly more give than usual. He looked down perplexedly, only to see what looked like- no, it WAS his stomach pressing against his shirt! Quickly he pulled his shirt up, only to find his formerly grey fur turning blue in a wave with his belly button as the epicenter, and a ballooning belly as the main attraction! He almost gasped as he brought his hands to his gut, trying to push it back in, but it just keep bulging out, bigger and bigger, as his hands turned blue too! Laz realized suddenly that not just the gum, but his saliva tasted like blueberries now, as his stomach began to stretch his shirt front…

Laz quickly raced to the fridge, trying to get some ice to reduce what appeared to be swelling, but with each step his belly pushed further and further outwards, belly button hanging below his waist as he began to feel his ass cheeks fill his pants, butt growing bigger and bigger as his outfit strained to contain him. He stopped, trying to take off his shirt, but found his upper arms too thick to let it go, blue sweat staining the fabric. As his pants similarly strained, Laz realized with a (deep blue) blush that something else was straining…

His quivering fingers pulled his gut up, reaching for his member buried in his khakis. Unable to unbutton, all Laz could do was furiously rub his shaft through the clothing, moaning and gasping as pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced shot through him like he just stuck his cock in a Tesla coil. Deep blue pre gathered in his underwear, staining as he continued to rub himself, body beginning to absorb itself as his arms began to fold into his upper body.

He was only shaken out of his trance when he heard his shirt loudly tearing, threads ripping down the side as his body became too big for it to handle. The release of pressure was followed by his pants splitting, leaving Laz almost spherical and only in his underwear, entirely blue and, despite his fear and arousal, feeling strangely cool. He tried to inspect himself, feeling his gurgling gut with his now sausage-like fingers, noticing how his bloated cheeks began to encroach on his vision, as his underwear tore down his ass crack, leaving his entire body on display.

His belly touched the ground first, a surprise to him. He tried to look forward, but found he could only lean so far, mobility increasingly limited. His butt cheeks hit the ground next as his arms began to involuntarily T-pose, legs stuck in place by his own flesh as the berry juice rounded him out. His feet left the floor soon after, his cock in the warm, moist sleeve his body had become. With a yowl, and a thrust, Laz came thick blue cum, toppling over onto his gut, about to pass out from sheer endorphin rush as he had a weary smile on his face.

In the hallway, the unread instruction book sat, saying for an audience now too encumbered to read it, “WARNING: EXPERIMENTAL GUM. ONLY CHEW WITH OTHER PERSON IN ROOM. IF GUM IS CHEWED FOR TOO LONG, CHEWER MIGHT BECOME PERMABERRY.”

Alas, Laz would not be found until it was much too late. He spent the rest of his days as a blue sphere, hourly cock milkings bringing him to mind blowing orgasms taking up most of his days. He barely noticed when he signed the contract to be a new part of a blueberry candy factory, but as they rolled him into the back of a truck, manhandling his flesh like the object he had become, all that went through his mind was the amazing taste of blueberry pie, still just as great after all this time.