Patreon Prompt 232 (Patreon)

Prompt: After a week of calling in sick to work, a much fatter & juicier couple start to realize they may have taken the "Perma Berry” edition of a batch of futa blueberry bubblegum.

   Gossip around the office made it well known what Zita did with her wife on her off days. Even still, it was odd for the hard working woman to be absent from the office for more than a week. With the intention of finding out what was going on, Zita’s boss Mr. Perkle made a trip over to her home. Summoning up his most understanding face, he knocked on the door in the hopes of getting to the bottom of his best worker’s absence.

   A light tap on the door pushed it open to unleash a wave of fruit-scented air out. The smell was sickeningly sweet, as if Mr. Perkle had stuck his head into a vat of freshly squeezed juice. More curious than ever, he continued forward into the home and felt his shoes splash through a puddle of blue liquid. Following the trail of mystery juice through the home, he eventually found Zita and her wife in a most peculiar predicament.

   The two women were too preoccupied with one another to notice him at first, not that they could see much with their swollen, blueberry-like bodies. With each of them the size of a small car, they still had managed to tuck their head underneath each other’s undercarriage. Avoiding the trickles of juice leaking from the women’s engorged breasts, Mr. Perkle got down on his knees. The gasp that escaped his lips as he saw the two of them sucking off each other’s girthy, blue-colored manhoods was what finally got them to notice his presence.

   A sheen of red shined through the blue on Zita’s chubby cheeks as she saw her boss gazing at their blueberry bodies. “Um, hello Mr. Perkle,” she said, waving about her pudgy fingers. “Guess we forgot to lock the door after the pizza guy came by. I know this looks a little weird, but would you mind helping us out and calling an ambulance? We can’t reach our phones and I’m pretty sure the effects aren’t supposed to last this long.”