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Outgrowing the Competition.

Chloe rubbed her hands together as she looked up at the stage. “This is it, Jack. I am going to win this year.”

Jack rubbed his eyes. “You said that last year. And the year before that.” He looked at his wife. “Why don’t you face it. This is just something you aren’t going to win. Besides, I don’t exactly like cleaning up after you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “That isn’t what you said last year.” She moved in close, gently rubbing his shoulders. “In fact, if I remember right, you were all too happy to squeeze those juices out of me.”

He blushed. “Hey. People are starting to stare.” He giggled as she squeezed his back. “Ok, ok.”

Chloe kissed him on the cheek. “Oh, don’t worry. I know you will come around after the competition is over. You always do.” She pushed herself away. “Until then.” She blew him a kiss. “Love you.”

He waved at her shyly. “Love you too.”

Chloe walked up to a booth beside the stage. “Hello. My name is Chloe Bandersvile, and I am here for the blueberry growing competition.” She struck a pose. “You may remember me from last year? I took second place?”

The young man looked up from his phone. “Nope. Never heard of you.”

Her jaw dropped. “What? How could. . .” Her body trembled. “How could you not of heard of me? I come to this competition every year.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s my first time working here. I don’t really want to be here, but it’s for a community service thing.” He sighed as he scratched at the wooden table. “I don’t really get the deal with a blueberry growing competition anyways. They don’t get that big, do they? Why are people going nuts over this? Wouldn’t a pumpkin-growing thing be more exciting? Also, where are your blueberries?” He scratched at his dark chin. “I should have picked another elective in school. This one is boring as shit.”

“Ohh. Well, I do hope you enjoy the show.”

He pointed behind himself with his thumb. “Ok, you are all signed in.” The young man looked back at his phone. “Just head back there and wait for the manager to come and get you. Oh sweet, my champion leveled up!”

Chloe shook her head as she walked by. “Kids.” She made her way behind a curtain and into a room filled with women of all ages. “Nice turnout. But even so, I am going to win.”

“Oh, are you now?”

Chloe turned her head to see Riley leaning against the wall in a blue tracksuit. “Of course, you would be here. You think wearing that outfit is going to do anything for you?”

“What this?” She rubbed her big round ass. “This is just going to give the crowd something to look at while I win. Again.” She laughed. “You know part of this competition is presentation. And your. . . ahem. . . blouse and pants can only get you so far.”

Chloe put her hands on her hips. “It doesn’t matter what we look like at the start.

What matters is how big our blueberries get.”

Riley laughed. “Sure, hun. Sure.” She pushed herself off the wall and walked past Chloe, making sure to pat Chloe on the back as she did so. “Keep telling yourself that when you get second place again.”

“I am not going to be second this year!” Chloe slammed her foot onto the ground. “I am going to be the biggest blueberry, and you know it.”

“Sure, you are. Sure, you are.”

A tall lady in a suit burst through the stage curtain. “Ok, everyone. Five minutes until we start the show. You better get ready to head out there and start swelling.

Chloe pulled a glowing blueberry out of her pocket. “Ok, little one time to do your magic.” She kissed the blueberry. “I need you to help me swell into the biggest blueberry of them all. I will not lose another again. This year is going to be mine. Mine, I say.”

“Ok!” The lady in the suit smiled. “Who is ready to become the biggest blueberry?” She pulled the curtain wide. “Let’s start the show.”

Chloe followed the others onto the stage, where a massive crowd had gathered. “Let’s see some blueberry action.”

“Grow, baby, grow.”

“I want to see some juice squirt out of them!”

The lady in the suit walked to the front of the stage. “Hello and welcome to our annual blueberry growing competition. We have an excellent turnout this year.” She pointed behind her. “Seven wonderful ladies all ready to take the plunge and swell to see who can become the biggest berry. Who will win our top prize of a year’s supply of our special blueberries, grown right here on our farm. Because we know how much people love blueberries around here, right?” The crowd laughed. “So, without further ado, let us let these wonderful ladies swell, shall we?”

A young lady Chloe had never seen before walked to the front of the stage and placed a strip of gum into her mouth. Chloe crossed her arms. “She is using gum? Rookie mistake.” The lady’s body quickly turned blue, and she started to moan as she rubbed her breasts.

“Ohh, my god. This is more intense than I thought it would be.” She looked at her hips as they started to expand. “I. . . ohh god.” Her outfit pressed against the sides of her body as she quickly expanded, the juices inside of her forcing her to widen her stance as her ass pushed against her pants, causing multiple tears. “This is too much!”

Riley crossed her arms. “The young lady isn’t even round yet, and she thinks this is too much? Poor dear.”

The young blueberry wobbled back and forth as the juices spread throughout her body, her belly blowing up like a balloon. “Whohhh.” She then suddenly fell forward as her legs gave out, bouncing on her juicy belly, blueberry juice squirting from her boobs. “I feel soo full.” Her arms wobbled about. “Can I have some help getting up?” She moaned as her pants ripped apart. “Anyone?”

Chloe sighed as the young lady stopped swelling. “I knew that wasn’t going to last long.

That blueberry gum that is sold around here starts off strong but dies off quickly.” She shook her head. “The young lady didn’t even rip through her t-shirt. How sad.”

Riley laughed. “Well, we have to have one person show us what not to do, right?”

She laughed. “At least it wasn’t you.”

The lady in the suit walked up to the young blueberry. “Well, well.” She patted the blueberry on her round body, causing what was left of her t-shirt to rip apart. “A good first try for Louis, don’t you all agree?” A moderate cheer rose from the crowd. “Well, thank you for coming out.” She snapped her fingers, and two men ran onto the stage to roll the blueberry away. “Enjoy your juicing.”

She turned around. “Now then. Let’s continue the competition!”

One by one, the ladies walked up to the stage to show the crowd what they were made of. A middle-aged woman named Amy only managed to turn herself blue before walking off stage, crying blue tears. Heather swelled up, snapping her clothing, and growing about thirteen feet before the juices inside of her came pouring out over the crowd like a fountain. Pam swelled to sixteen feet, her bra shooting across the crowd, where a lucky lad caught it. She smiled as her juicy boobs dripped with blueberry juice, and she took first place. Finally, Olivia didn’t really grow anything but her boobs, but the crowd sure seemed to love her bouncy juicy proportions.