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Eyeing the fruit curiously, Mina held it at arms length, observing it at every angle she could. Then she brought it back, cradling it with one arm against her chest. It was a bit denser than it looked, and it was already a somewhat sizable berry. Interesting.
She set the berry down, and threw her pack down beside it. Rummaging through, she pulled out her collapsible easel, a set of brushes, and her travel paints. This had to work. This was the burnout cure she was looking for – and if it wasn’t then she’d need to really find something to click.
Then she crouched down, her baggy shirt draping down over her knees as she looked over the berry again. There was some definite hesitation – would it work, after all? But there was excitement, too. She’d heard the rumors through the grapevine. This was a miracle worker, or so she’d been told. It was also contraband and definitely not something she should have been able to get for herself. A sly smile with half-lidded eyes rose as she giggled about that. The wonders of being a trial captain and having some contacts. She’d have to thank Guzma and Plumeria later.
“Just eat it and I should see the results quickly, huh? No time like the present.”
With a shrug, Mina took a large bite from the fruit, the juice staining her face and dribbling down to join the stains of paint on her shirt. The taste was an enjoyable sweetness, not too much but definitely a pleasing flavor. Then she took another bite. And another. Didn’t take long before the berry was gone and she was mopping up the leftover juices with her sleeve.
She began setting up her canvas, opening her paint set and pulling out a brush. Closing her eyes, she tried to feel out what she was promised. It shouldn’t take long, right?
“Oh hold on, I think that’s it.” She whispered, feeling the sensations of bubbles across her body. It was tingly, almost ticklish as she felt it pick up and spread across her body. She giggled, feeling it rise in pace, and almost imperceptibly change in her body. Yes, there was no doubt about it. This was exactly what she was after. Something bubbly, frenetic, and new. Just what a new painting ought to be!
Mina opened her eyes, a dull smile noting her skin was a deep violet now, matching the stains of juice on her shirt. She dipped her brush into a red and began to work, spreading color across the canvas to match the rhythm of juice that gurgled its way through her lithe body. Or at least, what used to be that way.
With her free hand, she was busy exploring while she painted. Slipping under her large shirt, she let it start rubbing along her body, feeling her once-trim stomach rise against her leggings. It was so strange to even feel, it was like her Wigglytuff when it got angry and started to blow up. Maybe they were more alike than she thought, she mused with a giggle. Her hand continued, slipping down and grabbing at her thigh as she moved towards her rear, feeling her skin give with a strange kind of elasticity it didn’t have before. Like waves on the ocean, it moved to and fro with her hand, the juice responding in kind.
“Yeah, that’s the stuff. Like all the Wailmer out at sea, that’s what I’ll be.”
Grabbing another brush and beginning to smear copious blues onto the canvas, she could feel her body start to match her own excitement. Painting had never felt so passionate before, but then again few things drove her quite like her art. She sighed, her free hand trying her ass and feeling it stretch out the sheer fabric of her leggings to their limits. That was a new one. She looked down, expecting the sight but still surprised to see how big she was. She hadn’t even noticed how full she was looking in her shirt. Hell, it was starting to even feel tight on her. That was a new one, too. Usually she didn’t see that kind of thing unless the Unovans were vacationing.
More stains were appearing on her shirt as she swelled. Putting her brush down, she picked up what she could and gave it a curious lick. Was she...leaking? They didn’t mention that side effect. But at the same time, that gave her an idea.
She reached for her brush. Or well, tried to. As she swelled, she didn’t realize just how difficult moving would become. And even just that slight bend was getting too difficult. The loud rip from behind her told her that she was definitely getting big now, too. It was soon accompanied by more rips, her leggings giving up the fight to contain the swollen layers beneath. Maybe she should have packed a change of clothes?
“Come on, just a little more. I’ve got so many ideas now.” She whined, straining against growing flesh. She couldn’t go far with her belly pooling out heavily in front, the whole of it dragging her to stoop a bit from its weight. Her leaking boobs weren’t doing any favors, either. And then there was the matter of the new sensations she was feeling. She was feeling...good. Really good. Curiously, instinctively, she wedged a bloated arm between her stomach and thighs as best as she could. She needed this, she could tell. But then, she also needed to finish. While one hand tried to get to her core, the other continued to reach for her brush. Neither endeavor was going too far as she felt her shirt begin to tear as well, but she needed it. She finally had that desire to create. She needed to release.
With a slight wobble, she just managed to snake her fingers around the end of her brush, pulling it from the jar. As she came back, she got the leverage to push her fingers deeper, pressing into her pussy with an accompanying shudder of relief. She pushed inward, feeling herself leak and make them slick while it became ever harder to reach. If she could just push against her clit a bit more, she could make it…
But, her painting. She panted, torn between two deep desires she felt. She needed to release both, but how? She dug a bit more, feeling her mobility growing lesser by the second. Just a little more. That was it. She dipped her brush at the closest color and tried to reach the canvas again, leaning as much as she could.
“Whoa!” She yelped, falling in a hot mess onto the canvas. Loosing her grip on the brush, and herself, she crushed the poor easel beneath her body, feeling some tension relieved as juice spurted heavily out of both of her now exposed tits. Huffing from the experience, she realized getting up likely wasn’t an option. And with a wiggle of her arms and legs, neither was getting off.
“Someone...anyone,” She moaned loudly. “I just want to finish...”