#today kicked my aaaasss.

[candyredterezii]

praying and crying pl decent job with decent pay come back to me and or be listed i cant work at this arcade anymore LOL

[blueberryinko]

The College Blueberry

Daisy loved Mike. He might not be her first boyfriend, but he was certainly the best. He was a quiet guy, preferring to keep his head down and not get called on. He fit perfectly with Daisy despite that though. He even loved her blue skin, a cool side effect of Daisy’s berryism. It was something she’d been self-conscious about for ages but he’d managed to dissuade her after a long while.

They were taking Design together, but going into separate fields. They’d end up in the same lectures, sitting right next to each other. Daisy wore crop tops and tank tops most of the time, she got warm far too easily, whereas Mike tended to wear jackets and hoodies more often. “Don’t you think Mrs Ravens looks a little rounder today?” She pointed out to Mike, who yelped. “Daisy, you can’t just say that about someone!” Daisy rolled her eyes. “Not like that Mikey, look!” She pointed towards their professor. “Thassa baby bump right there.” She grinned. Mikey blushed, and she cackled. Daisy knew what she was talking about.

Her own baby bump bulged out into her lap, filled to the brim with triplets thanks to a night she and Mike had had long ago when they’d first started dating. She’d been prepared to single mom it, but Mike had been fully prepared to step up, even if he was stuttering his way through talking to her for the first five months. Now she was huge, and she was prepared for something new. “Hey, come to mine after classes, we gotta study.” She whispered to him. “I.. haven’t been ready to show you my big blue ball self, but.. I think I am now.”

Mike gasped. She’d been juiced that night at the party when they’d fucked those babies into her, and he’d always been told about how big she could get, but she was vulnerable about it. She never showed it off in public, at least not much. Mike wondered just how big she got, but kept his expectations tempered just in case. He couldn’t wait.

The lecture finished not too long later, and Mike drove them back. Daisy was fidgety, biting her lip. “Ooh.. it’s starting..” Mike watched as the seatbelt slowly constricted around her belly throughout the drive, her belly bulging forth more than it already was, her breasts getting more swollen than ever.

They just managed to get back to Daisy’s place by the time her belly had reached the dashboard, juice churning and sloshing inside her as she made to get out. “Nnnf- Mike, I’m stuck!” She whined, unable to lift her chunky thighs from the seat. She had one foot on the driveway and the other wedged in the car. Mike quickly turned off the car, rushing around the side to help her. “Pulling on one, I got you!” He reassured her. He had his arms under her arms, yanking until she fell free with a wet thunk, just catching her before she stumbled back.

The babies writhed in her belly and Daisy moaned. “Ooh.. babies didn’t like that…” She patted her turgid gut as she was helped inside. The neighbours could see her, but right now the couple was only focused on her. Her womb tattoo stretched across the wide expanse of her belly, and she tried her best to reach her popped-out navel. “Why did you not do this sooner?” Mike blurted, covering his mouth. Daisy let out a moan, rubbing her taut expanse. “I wanted to so badlyyyy…” She whined. “C-campus would have looked at me so WEIRD!” She whined. “Big, fuckin’ fat berry mama on campus? I’d be all over TikTok permanently!”

Her booty shorts were straining against her widening ass as they made it to the door, her hips having grown so bulbous that they physically couldn’t fit in the frame of the door, becoming stuck as the balloon-like bulge of her belly put her firmly in the centre, her ass wobbling as her legs kicked. “N-not again!” She whimpered, waggling her arms uselessly as she tried to stumble through. Mike blushed, noting how her shorts were tearing, black, silk panties showing through the tear. “Wh-what can I do?” He squawked, blood dripping from his nose. “Goddammit, push on my aaaasss!” She whined, crossing her arms over her ballooning boobs.

Mike pushed on the doughy, dump-truck cheeks and heaved until she popped through with a wet POP! Stumbling into her hallway and catching herself, moaning. “Oh, wow…” Daisy bit her lip. “Preggo hormones and blowing up like this.. I’m such a dumb berry…” Mike swallowed, eyebrow raised. “You think so?” His voice was a pitch higher than normal, but he felt himself becoming more confident as he approached. “And what makes you so dumb, huh Daisy?” He grinned, tilting her chin to look at him. This was unlike him, and Daisy felt her thighs quake.

She tried to move her arms, bulging with juice and getting fatter by the moment. She reached her hand up to his. “G-god, we were supposed to be studying…” She moaned, their textbooks just a little away on the kitchen counters. The two seniors had long since forgotten those, however, in favour of Daisy ballooning bigger and fatter by the moment.

“Haaannh- I’m getting really big Mike, God…” Her crop top was tearing apart, stitches popping with little *pop, pop, pop* noises, pinging like guitar strings as her nipples, hard as rock and like golf balls gushed juicy milk. “I need.. need to be in the lounge.” Mike could tell that, while she was enjoying this, she was worried about space. Handling her belly gently, he began guiding her into the living room, her ass just brushing the frame, wider than their front door at least.

She didn’t dare sit down, she’d break the couch. It was like 300 dollars, she wasn’t going to get the insurance deposit on that if she broke it. Instead she stood, moaning and keening, rubbing her gigantic belly as it grew more globular and round by the minute. “M’ so fuckin’ big Mike.” She gasped, her hips wider than the loveseat in the corner at this point, and only getting wider. Her thighs were buckling under her own gelatinous, multi-hundred pound weight, moaning as her crotch began to lower towards the ground.

“You got a bigger ass than Kim K,” Mike blurted, a blush striking his face like fever as she gasped, hands on her swelling hips. “Don’t compare me to her!” She whined. “I’m so much better than her!” Mike’s back shot straight, nodding. “Yes Daisy ma’am!” He stuttered, and Daisy, satisfied with his answer, grabbed his hand, bringing it to her belly. “Your children made me big, but now I’m swelling bigger just for you.” She growled, bringing herself closer to him.

“Y-you look amazing..” His earnest affirmations made her cheeks go warm, feeling his hand cup her breast. “Nnnf, fuck!” She moaned, feeling him pull on her bra cup and snap her string, letting her pregnant, swollen boobs flop out onto her belly. Her crop top had long since torn open, and all that was left were the sleeves, that were very rapidly becoming nothing more than threads.

Her thighs wobbled as her body’s divine weight began to devour them, swallowed into her corpulent juicy form slowly, clapping every time she took a hesitant, waddling step. “Oh, fuck, I’m so tight..” Daisy gasped, gripping on to Mike’s arms as much as her billowing biceps would allow. He pushed gently on her, pinning her into the wall as he kissed her. “Mmn-Mike!” Daisy groaned, gasping as he squeezed her breast, lifting her leg up at a weird angle as juice pressed into her calf, granting him easier access to her womanhood.

Her entire body bucked as he entered her, and she whimpered. “Oh, Mike, oh!” She bit her lip, only swelling wider as she bounced off the wall, her weight making her slosh and barrel about wildly, though Mike handled her expertly. “I gotcha.” He announced, if he was sure about one thing it was physics. Daisy’s fat limbs sunk into her body, her hands and feet settling in divots as the waistband of her panties snapped with a TWANG, smoking in tatters as her round, goddess-like nudity was exposed to him.

She was finally a big, fattened berry girl, and Mike pulled out of her, his manhood bigger than it had ever been as he stepped back, admiring her girth. The sudden slip out of her made juice gush from Daisy’s womanhood, and she whined. “Miike, get back in me!” She begged, but he was too busy admiring her breasts, bigger than their couch cushions, her ass like beanbags. To say she was beautiful was an understatement. “Y-yes ma’am.” Was all he could say as he rammed himself into her, sliding himself back into her folds, her entire body sloshing with a loud SLOOOSH!

“Oh, Mike!” She wailed, and Mile growled. “Wanna keep you like this hon.” He found her form completely entrancing, he wanted nothing more than to bow down and worship her, gripping her belly and playing with the chubby bulge like it was a mountain he could climb. “Make you my fat permaberry baby mama!” He’d never, ever talked like this before, but just the sight of her was overriding every signal in his brain. Her feet kicked in their divots and Daisy swallowed a mouthful of juice, her body bucking as he grew closer to orgasm, her own taut, turgid form quivering as she prepared to orgasm.

“W-wanna be your babyball!” She replied. “Wanna be a big, fucking berry breeder just for you, make me cum!” She begged, flapping her hands, biting her lip. Mike was more than happy to oblige, ramming himself into her a final couple times before he unleashed a mighty deluge of cum, coating her insides as juice splashed around his cock, her wails filling the house and reverberating on the walls.

They were left with a flooded living room, permanently stained blue, and a globular Daisy filled to the brim with juice and babies. Mike patted her popped belly-button, feeling the triplets kicking around inside her. “You mean what you said?” Mike asked. “My permaberry girl?”

Daisy grinned, panting. Even her face had grown chubby, but her angelic violet eyes gazed at him as he rolled her back on her feet. “I do. Can always work from home.” Mike grinned, kissing her lovingly. “That you can,”

~

That was ten years ago. Daisy ended up taking on a commission based work life, but their main form of income was selling Daisy’s milk, copious amounts, gallons and gallons and gallons. She’d designed the logo for their own milk company, and the first sales had come through just after she’d had the triplets.

Ten years and five pregnancies later, she had quads in her belly, and she loved her life, resting on the porch with Mike. “Can you believe it was ten years ago we were in college?” She flapped her hands as she looked to him. The kids were finally asleep, and they were watching the sunset. “Seems like just yesterday.” Mike remembered it fondly. “And what a fabulous yesterday it was.” She mused. They’d gotten married the day she’d gone into labour with the triplets, a fantastic wedding present.

“I can’t wait to live the rest of my life with you,” Daisy murmured. Mike rubbed his wife’s berry belly. “Can’t wait to put another batch of babies in you,” He replied jokingly. Daisy groaned. “Can we at least wait a month after this batch?” Mike raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see.”

Would you write a story about a permaberry! Goth girl and her shy guy boyfriend??

Basically the two are in college together with the goth often teasing her boyfriend, loving how he blushes in public. Then one day after their classes, the goth invites her boyfriend to her house for the weekend, so they could study and be all lovey dovey. She would later on juice up and turn into a blueberry, with her boyfriend seeing her like this for the first time. And mind you, she’s already been a permaberry before the two started their relationship, he just hasn’t really seen her as a blueberry.

And also, the goth girl is kinda thicc, has tattoos (especially around her belly area) and when her boyfriend gets to her home and really not wanting to ruin any her other clothing, she was wearing a black crop top with booty-short sweats.

This is gonna sound really weird, but I don’t really do goth girl stuff due to related trauma lol.