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Kobeni Higashiyama sniffled and sobbed to herself, her face flushed with shame. “ Snff… why me? Why did I let my parents force me into this stupid devil-hunting job? First that, then I get trapped in a hotel by a devil, and now THIS! I can’t move… I can’t even turn my head… I can barely see anything– snrrfff …” The rookie devil hunter felt blue tears run down her blue (minus the blush, which was purple), chubby face. Such descriptors had become room-fillingly relevant only a few minutes ago, an unexpected twist to a devil extermination mission in the now-ruined ramen restaurant.
The tattered remains of a Public Safety business outfit, a white button-up blouse with a black tie and trousers, littered the floor around her spherical body, torn to shreds during the bizarre transformation Kobeni had just undergone. Full perky breasts, modest in proportion to her current size and shape as they bulged out of the main sphere of her bulk, but which would have been positively back-snapping on her previously petite and normal human figure, shuddered with the speed of Kobeni’s anxious near-hyperventilation. Blue juice dewed on her exposed dark blue nipples, falling in slow purple trails downward. “P-please, Himeno-san…” whimpered Kobeni, hoping her supervisor, semi-mentor, semi-cheerleader, and mostly shoulder-to-cry-on, Himeno, was still alive somewhere. “Where are youuuu? Snfff–”
“I’m… I’m here, Kobeni-chan! You okay?” Himeno sounded rather muffled by something.
“Himeno-san, wh-wh-where are you? I can’t see you…” Kobeni wailed in reply. “C-c-could you help me, please? I-I-I can’t move!”
“Listen, I think we got the devil we came here for! I might have crushed it under me or something.”
“Himeno-san? Snrf- ”
“Okay, I can’t move either. I’m guessing you turned blue and stuff as well?”
Kobeni burst into more wild tears at the revelation.
“Kobeni-chan!”
“I’M PUFFED UP LIKE A BALLOON, HIMENO-SAN!!! I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS !!! I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE!!! WHAT DO I DOOOOOO?!! I’M GONNA BE STUCK HERE FOREVER!!!!” wailed Kobeni hysterically, definitely hyperventilating now.
“Kobeni-chan, listen to me. Breathe!”
The firm command seemed to work, Kobeni’s blubbering and gasping reduced to intermittent sniffles and whimpers as she tried to bring her panicked breathing under control.
“Listen, Kobeni-chan. I have an idea. We’ll get help. There’s gotta be someone at Public Safety who can get us back to normal. I can’t move my arms to speak of, but I can still use the Ghost Devil’s hand to help us out, I think.”
More sniffles from Kobeni. “Th-thank you, H-Himeno-san… snrrrfffff– ”
“Alright, Ghost Devil! Let’s use that hand of yours!” Himeno felt the spectral right hand respond to her mental control, but chubby blue cheeks and the large blue horizon of her body blocked most of her vision. “Okay, I can’t see. Ghost Devil, you can do verbal commands, right? Find my cell phone and bring it to me.”
“Ⱡ₳ⱫɎ ₮ØĐ₳Ɏ, ₳ⱤɆ₦'₮ ₩Ɇ?” The sepulchral voice rang out from the palm of the intangible hand.
“I thought I traded my eye for your hand , not your snark .”
With a hiss, the demonic extremity rushed off. Moments later, the hand dropped the mercifully-intact cell phone right in front of Himeno’s face. She winced at the sensation of having even a light object like landing on her taut body, feeling her body’s fluid content ripple. “That was…” mumbled Himeno to herself. The Ghost Devil’s hand went up above her into her field of view, shooting her a thumbs-up at a job well done. She rolled her one good eye. “Not done yet, Ghost… I need you to dial the Public Safety Bureau for me. I know the number but I can’t put it in, obviously.”
The hand’s voice let out a bored sigh. A few button-presses, bleeps, and bloops later, the sound of internal ringing filled the room of the broken ramen shop. A pre-recorded voice spoke up from the other end of the line.
> Hello, you have reached the Public Safety Bureau Emergency Hotline. We’re sorry, all of our representatives are currently assisting other callers. Please remain on the line, stay safe, and thanks for waiting. <
Himeno sighed herself as calm, low-fidelity music rang out from the phone. “Wish they’d have issued us a separate phone line for crap like this...”
“Himeno-san…”
“What’s up, Kobeni-chan? Something wrong?”
“No, no, I… I think I’m… feeling a bit… better now.”
“That’s great, Kobeni-chan! I owe you a hug once all this is over.”
“ Snfffl Th-thanks, Himeno-san…”
“Just keep your chin up, Kobeni-chan. You can do this! We’ll be back to normal in no time.”
Mercifully, the other end of the phone line finally picked up with a real human being.
> Hello, please state the the nature of the emergency and your location.<
“Uh, hi! This is Himeno from Special Division 4, um, and uh, I, together with Kobeni Higashiyama, investigated a ramen restaurant while on patrol... I think we took out the devil here but it left some sort of parting gift for us, and uh, well, we’re kinda… stuck here…”
> Please explain. Do you need medical attention? We’ll transfer your call to the appropriate center if so.<
“Uh, I mean… hold on.” She switched her attention to Kobeni. “You feeling okay, Kobeni-chan?”
“I mean…”
“Do you need an ambulance?”
“Would I even fit– snfff –?” moped Kobeni. “What would they even do, anyway?”
Himeno turned back to the phone. “We’re not in pain or bleeding out or anything, just… kinda stuck here. Look, it’s hard to explain, I don’t even know what’s going on exactly. Couldn’t you just send some devil hunters to check this out? It might not even be safe for regular emergency services to come here, honestly.”
> I’ll see what we can do. Is there anything else?<
“Not really.”
> Alright. There should be some devil hunters coming to help you shortly.<
“Thanks!”
…
> Was there something else, Himeno-san? Himeno-san?<
“Sorry! Psst! Ghost! The thing! ”
With a press of its finger, the Ghost Devil hung up the phone.
“Okay! Now we wait!”
“Himeno-san… I’m so – snfff … so tight… it feels… weird… what’s happening to me?”
“What do you mean weird?”
“ Snffff – I… I don’t know… it gets stronger the more I try to move… Nghhhh!”
Himeno couldn’t see the blush cross Kobeni’s face, or hear the increased surge of juice from the lower regions of her patrol buddy’s body.
“Good evening, Power,” said Makima with her usual smile, gracefully adjusting her overcoat, ensuring her loose braid of ginger hair was not caught in the garment’s collar. “Come with me.”
“Guhhhhghhh!” growled Power ostentatiously, moving a lock of her disheveled strawberry-blonde hair out of her face, baring her fangs in irritation. “Why must the magnificent Power be the one called in on her day off? It’s not fair!”
“It’s an emergency, and all the other devil hunters in the city are on patrol or special missions elsewhere. Once we help out Himeno, you’ll be free to go home.”
“What even happened anyway? Any devils need killing? That I can do, even on my day of not working.”
“It seems like the devil itself was dealt with.”
“Then why am I here, if there’s no devil to kill?”
“It seems to have left Himeno and Higashiyama paralyzed or immobilized somehow.”
Power perked up at the latter name, a pink blush crossing her face. “Oh! That weepy human is there?!”
“Higashiyama is Himeno’s patrol partner for today… Why do you ask?”
“Uhhhh, no reason… nothing…” Power looked away.
“I see.”
“Hmm…Well… I suppose I can be… generous, yes, indeed, even on my appointed day of rest… So, where is this red hairclip girl?”
Makima gave Power a bemused look, which sent the strawberry-blonde fiend into a fit of bashful stammering, accompanied by nervous sweating.
“Buh-I didn’t-er-um, I MEANT ‘ THEY !’ I MEANT TO SAY ‘ THEY !’ WHERE ARE THEY ?! Where are the eyepatch lady and the crybaby hairclip girl?”
Makima nodded incredulously. “There’s a ramen shop up the road that the two of them tracked a devil into. That’s where they called from, anyway.”
Power took a deep breath. “Very well. The mighty Power will follow, for now.”
Himeno gasped slightly as she heard the sound of the shop’s door chime. Someone was coming in, or some people, as she heard multiple footsteps.
“Hello? Is anyone here? Himeno? Higashiyama?”
It was Makima’s voice. Himeno heaved a sigh of relief. Makima was kind of creepy, and it was odd how she seemed to make all the men want her, but at least she’d know what to do to fix the two of them. “Makima-san! Hi!!! Boy, am I glad to see you! Or uh, hear you, rather, er, well, never mind,” she trailed off.
Even Kobeni cheered, her soft face still awash with tears. “Oh, thank goodness! Makima-san’s here! We’re saved!” She was unaware of Makima’s companion.
Power smirked at Kobeni’s words and struck a heroic pose in the open space between the two large blue spheres, unaware the intended audience had most of her vision blocked by a vast expanse of her own swollen flesh. “You are doubly - saved, silly human…–s! Your main co-savior is none other than I, Power ! In an act of mangaminty, I have roused my august self to action on my day off to save you two screwups from your own foolishness!”
“Power’s here… We’re doomed… Snfff- ” Kobeni’s blush from before faded.
“Magnanimity, it’s pronounced magnanimity , Power…” said Himeno with irritation.
“SILENCE, O Puking One! Now, where is the Crying One? And what are these large blue things?!”
Makima stroked her chin stoically as she looked Himeno and then Kobeni up and down, but her thoughts were anything but stoic, but such things she dare not reveal. “They’re blueberries. Kobeni and Himeno have been turned into blueberries.”
“ Blueberries?! ” cried Power in shock.
“Blueberries?” said Himeno, wishing she could facepalm.
“ B-b-blueberries?! ” whined Kobeni, embarrassed tears falling again.
“Yes, blueberries,” affirmed Makima.
“So these large blue balls are Crygirl and Pukewoman?”
“My god, can you stop reminding me of that one stupid thing, Power?! Seriously! That was weeks ago!” shot back Himeno.
“Oh? And what’s Miss Vomit going to do to me , the great and almighty… epic…” Power’s voice trailed off as the Ghost Devil’s hand materialized next to her, daintily waving at her. From her previous encounter with it, Power knew that hand had quite the grip, one she was not keen to experience again. She cleared her throat. “Forgive me, Himeno-sama.”
“That’s better,” smirked Himeno. “Now, Makima-san, if anyone else had said we’ve turned into blueberries, I’d have probably laughed, but you know your devils, so I trust you. How do we get back to normal?”
“Hmm…” More ‘stoic’ chin stroking from Makima. “You would need to be juiced, of course.”
“Oh, great…” sighed Himeno. “This is going to get weird, isn’t it?”
“W-w-wait! So we’d have to g-g-get… crushed or something, Makima-san?” sobbed Kobeni. “Isn’t that how th-th-they make fruit juice? I don’t wanna get crushed!!! ”
“For such small ones, that’s the only convenient option. However, given that you are each about twice the height of the average human, different solutions are more feasible.”
Himeno’s brow furrowed a bit. “Why do I feel like there’s some sort of catch to this? What are these ‘different solutions’?”
Makima calmly approached Himeno from the side, just north of one of the deep divots into which her feet had sunk into. “First, I should explain the mechanics of your predicament as I understand it, so that you yourselves can better understand how to move forward. Simply put, your bodies are filled to the extreme with a juice-like substance.” As she said the word ‘juice’, she gently pressed her hand into Himeno’s rounded sides, watching as the vast blue expanse threatened to engulf her own hand, feeling the warmth and hearing the shifting and sloshing fluid within. That soft rub turned into several more, a silent one-handed massage for what used to be Himeno’s thigh.
“Oooh… oh my god…” Himeno cooed, feeling a strange but pleasant sensation where Makima’s hand touched. “Aahhhhh, okayyyy, Makima-san, I think we get the id–Ooooghhh! Uh… Makima-san?” Is that the kind of ‘weird’ Kobeni was talking about?
There was no answer. Makima’s other hand had joined the first, caressing the outer area of Himeno’s foot divot, exploring the soft, engorged flesh. Her piercing eyes stared, entranced, as her hands indulged in the plush, gurgling blue before her. A light blush crossed her face, a rare companion for her polite customer-service smile.
“Makima-san?” called Himeno again. “Makima-sannnnn…” That finally brought Makima back to Earth. She withdrew her hands, clasping them behind her back and stepping away.
“Ahem, eh, excuse me,” she almost… stammered , an unusual tone of voice for her. She collected herself a split second after. “As I was saying, Himeno and Kobeni, seeing as you each have enough juice in you to fill a small swimming pool, putting the two of you back to normal will take some time, regardless of the method.”
“So people could pass by and… and… see us… like this ???” asked Kobeni, flapping her hands in frustration. “That’s so embarrassing!!!! I don’t want people seeing me like a fat blue ball thing!!!”
“Before meeting up with Power, I took the liberty of ordering the area closed off for the next few days to all but authorized Public Safety personnel. There won’t be crowds nearby anytime soon.”
“That’s all very well and good, Makima-san, but what method did you have in mind? I’d kinda like to walk again ASAP, you know,” sighed Himeno.
“The quickest method available is expression.”
The other three women blinked. It was just one strange word or mystery after another.
“What is this ‘ expression ’ of which you speak?” inquired Power.
“In the simplest terms, causing the breasts and potentially other orifices to expel that juice-like substance.”
That was quite the bomb drop.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” muttered Himeno.
“Wh-wh-wh-what?!” gasped Kobeni.
Power said nothing, her mouth agape in shock.
“That is all there is to it. Himeno, Higashiyama. Do you want to be juiced now by the way I mentioned just now, or would you prefer to have the Bureau medical services take care of things?” asked Makima. “We’ll do whichever you are comfortable with.”
Himeno heaved another sigh, weighing the options. “Kobeni-chan, what do you think?”
“H-h-huh? I-I’ll do whatever you do, Himeno-san, snfff .”
“I was going to go with whatever you wanted, Kobeni-chan.”
“Oh… okay… uh… snrffff… can… can we do it now? I don’t want to wait… I feel so… so tight… even if I’ll feel like a… a cow…”
“Aww, you’re not a cow, Kobeni-chan…” said Himeno, trying to sound supportive upbeat for Kobeni’s sake despite the ridiculous words coming from her mouth. “Don’t worry!. If Makima-san patting me down earlier was any indicator, it might not feel totally bad...”
Makima agreed. “This state of being tends to lead to heightened sensitivity and increased dopamine response. Essentially, almost any physical interaction feels pleasurable.”
Power scoffed at this, sidling up to Kobeni’s lower half. “So if I poke Crygirl like this , she’d like it or something?” She gave Kobeni a firm prod in the side with a finger, prompting a surprised squeak from Kobeni.
“Don’t do that… that feels… weird…”
Makima was quick to take command. “Power, get started on Himeno, and I’ll do Higashiyama.”
“ You would relegate the great Power to being a milk maid for Pukewoman ?!”
A harsh flick from the Ghost Devil to the back of Power’s head corrected that error in naming Himeno.
“Oww! I meant Himeno-sama! Regardless, I will not do the work of some lowly peasant ! I am Power ! And I–”
“–will cooperate, I hope,” finished Makima, slowly turning to make unblinking eye contact with Power. Between the Ghost Devil and whatever Makima was, the Blood Fiend backed down, sweating nervously.
“Very well, but only this once… on condition I administer to the crying woman here.”
Himeno rolled her eyes. “I’ll need a drink after this…”
Something clicked in Makima’s brain at that. “Power, I bet you would not be able to drink more of this juice than me.”
All of the lethargy, and frankly, common sense, vanished from Power’s mind like in a magic trick. Makima had issued a challenge to Power. It was Power’s honor and reputation as a powerful fiend on the line now. Power knew Makima could hold her liquor practically to infinity, but it should be easier for Power to compete since this wasn’t alcohol, thus unaccompanied by the deleterious effects, or rather the same deleterious effects as beer.
The fiend smirked. “You’re on.”
Himeno let out an exasperated laugh again. “ You’re kidding … I just wanted to –oooohoo!” She cooed as she felt Makima’s gentle hands press firmly into what was her upper back, rolling her forward and away from the walls of the shop. She finally stopped tilted forward, her perky breasts at a convenient spot for someone of human height to reach the nipples, dark blue with the occasional droplet of blue pit-patting on the ground. “God… this is ridiculous,” sighed Himeno, snickering sardonically at being reminded how waterbed-like she was. She heard Makima walk around her, moving various bits of furniture around, but she could not see what was happening, exactly.
Then she felt an extremely cold sensation on one nipple, a cold metallic object being pushed against that erogenous zone. “Ohoh! Oh! Ohhhh! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Ahhhhh, Makima-san, that’s cold!!!” Himeno whined. “What is that?!”
“Sorry,” said Makima. “I need to massage you a bit to get this thing running.”
“What thing?”
“The beer tap.”
“You put a beer tap... On my boobs ?”
“I’m not keen to flood this place with your fluids.”
“I–that–just– you know what? I really can’t complain, besides the actual tap though, that was really cold. Just… just do your thing already, Makima-sa–hhhhh–oooohhh… mmmghhh…” Himeno’s breath hitched as her superior’s delicate hands began squashing and kneading.
Himeno thought to herself as Makima worked, the blush returning to her face. She… she really know how to… mgghhhhhhhh… oh, she wasn’t kidding about that heightened sensitivity stuff, oooogghh!!!
Power put her hands on her hips, trying to figure out what to do with Kobeni.
“Would you like a suggestion, Power?” asked Makima, still kneading at Himeno’s breast like a rather comfortable cat.
“No, the exalted Power is thinking…”
“That’s a first, annnnghhhhh… ahhh…” snarked Himeno under her breath, before another moan slipped out.
Power didn’t hear that comment. At a minimum, both of her braincells were laser focused on the matter of Kobeni. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? She walked over very close to the rookie devil hunter, leaning herself against Kobeni’s curvature, covered by stretched white panties. Power sank slightly into a warm pillowy softness. She heard the sound of all that liquid in Kobeni sloshing and burbling inside her, a soothing sound not unlike a cat’s purring. It was rather pleasant, all things considered.
As Power did so, Kobeni let out a shuddering, high-pitched moan in response. The fiend had accidentally pressed herself right against Kobeni’s crotch, sending an explosion of stimulation throughout Kobeni’s body. And that stimulation caused a more physical response.
Power’s genius-level brain waves, a sort of dull radio static only Power could comprehend, were disrupted by a rapidly spreading wet sensation along her back and the back of her head. She quickly drew away from Kobeni, getting a full look at where she had just stood. That area had just turned blue, with sapphire liquid oozing out. The Blood Fiend pointed at that blue spot.
“Makima-sama,” she said. “Does juice come from there too?”
The question peeled Makima away from her rather involved work, pressing the side of her face against Himeno, drinking in the sound and scent. She glanced at Kobeni, then answered Power, noting the large blue stains on the back of her clothes. “That should work, but it will be messy, Power…”
“Hmph!” scoffed Power, rubbing the back of her head, withdrawing her hand once she remembered that her entire back had been deluged with Kobeni-juice. The blue substance coated Power’s fingers and palm. She put her hand near her nose to take a whiff. A very fruity smell, not bad at all. Then she popped a curious finger into her mouth, and her eyes widened from the taste. “MM! So sweet!” This flavor was better than meat or even chewing gum, by Power’s standards. With gusto, she polished off the rest of the droplets covering her hand, and then she approached Kobeni again.
“ Snfff– Power?” gasped Kobeni. “What are… hah… you doing? Power?” Her heart rate was up, sweat beaded on her brow, and her face blushed a deep purple, unknowingly flapping her hands as she panted.
Power reached up, drawing down Kobeni’s blue-stained undergarment, exposing the swollen genitals underneath. Kobeni shivered at the sudden feeling of cold air hitting her nether region.
“Power?! What are you–Ahhh!”
Kobeni was interrupted as Power pressed her face against her slit, her hands massaging the area around the vulva, before splaying her arms outward to squeeze as much Kobeni-curvature as she could reach. The fiend took a deep whiff through her nose, pleased by the strong fruity scent emanating from the engorged orifice, as juice coated her face. She licked the area surrounding her own lips, relishing the fresh, sweet flavor, and then set her tongue to work on Kobeni. Her tongue made her way to within Kobeni, haphazardly circling and zigzagging inside. There was no method to this, only madness.
Kobeni felt a slowly-building wave of orgasmic euphoria as Power greedily licked at her like an ice cream cone, the wave broken by the random spike of sensation from the brief moments Power’s tongue brushed her clitoris. Kobeni lay there, feeling it all . Round and bloated though it was, her body worked into overdrive, seeking any outlet for the pleasure racking her brain. Gasping breaths, floodgates of tears from her dark eyes swung wide open, eyes crossed and rolled upwards into her head, mouth bent into a dizzy smile, plush hands flapping vigorously in deep divots, slapping against her sides, helpless feet wiggling and kicking in their little shoes. It was too much, far, far too much for the human mind and body to ever cope with.
At last, Kobeni found her voice. “Mmmmnnnhhh… Powerrrrrrrrr… please don’t… bite me… please… ” Anxiety over the fiend’s fangs had set in.
The fiend pulled away from Kobeni, her mouth full of juice, a string of saliva still connecting her to the timid devil hunter. She broke the string with a brush of her hand, and swallowed the juice in her mouth with a mighty gulp, blushing as she spoke softly. “Ahhh… I won’t bite you, Kobeni.”
Beer glass in hand, Makima pulled away from massaging Himeno. “That should suffice.” She pulled on the lever controlling the tap’s valve. Himeno’s nectar, a deep blue tint, spurted into the glass, filling it quickly. As the flow neared the brim, Makima shut off the valve. As the liquid was being poured into the transparent vessel, Himeno let out a low coo of relief, feeling a minute reduction in the all-encompassing pressure she was experiencing.
Makima put the glass to her lips and chugged it all down, an entire liter in one sitting. She nodded. “You have a lovely taste, Himeno. ”
“With respect, Makima-san, this isn’t a wine-tasting party. Can you please just get on with– mmmmhhhh…”
More juice spurted from the beer tap. More gulps from Makima as she guzzled down the succulent nectar, a definite blush on her face now. Then she had an even better idea, setting the beer glass aside. Putting her lips to the beer tap, she pulled the valve again, closing her eyes as she gulped down Himeno’s sweet juices by the mouthful.
“Makima-san… mmmhhh…” moaned Himeno, . “Oh… that feels so… ohhhhh…”
After nearly a minute, Makima broke away from the tap, switching it off and swallowing the one last mouthful of juice she had. Not one droplet left Himeno that did not end up being enjoyed by Makima. The redhead felt like she had just stuffed herself at an all-you-can-eat buffet. No amount of liquid that Makima had drunk in one sitting could have compared with the volume she had just consumed. She patted her stomach, a soft chuckle escaping her.
That was more than enough for Himeno. “Okay, Makima-san. What’s really going on here? What’s going on with this juice and fruit business? And why the hell are you indirectly sucking my boobs?! It all seems pretty suspicious, if you ask me.”
“Suspicious?”
“What’s this about?” I swear to God if this is some twisted, fucked-up–
“I find the state you and Kobeni are in to be extremely arousing.”
“... OH, FOR FUCK’S SAKE, MAKIMA!”
The outburst from Himeno seemed to get Makima on the backfoot. “Please be at ease, Himeno. I can–”
“WHAT?! WHAT ARE YOU GONNA EXPLAIN? THAT YOU GET YOUR FUCKING JOLLIES OFF TO PEOPLE BEING IMMOBILE BALLOONS?! I’M SORRY BUT THIS IS JUST BEYOND THE PALE!”
“Himeno–”
“I’M NOT FINISHED! IT’S JUST ONE RIDICULOUS FUCKING THING AFTER ANOTHER WITH US, HUH?! FIRST KOBENI-CHAN AND I GET TURNED INTO FUCKING BALLOONS–”
“Blueberries. You were turned into–”
“THIS ISN’T THE FUCKING TIME FOR SEMANTICS, GODDAMMIT! THEN YOU AND POWER COME ALONG AND TELL US THAT WE’VE BEEN TURNED INTO FUCKING OVERSIZED FRUIT, AND THEN YOU SAY THE ONLY WAY TO GET FIXED QUICKLY IS FOR YOU TO MILK THE JUICE OUT OF US LIKE FUCKING COWS, AND THEN YOU FUCKING DRINK THAT JUICE, AND NOW YOU TELL US ALL THIS SHIT MAKES YOU FUCKING HORNY ?! WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY FIND SEXY ABOUT ANY OF THAT?! GOD!”
“The smell of blueberries in the air. The shape. The color. The helplessness. The leaking juice.”
Himeno burst into laughter, full-on laughter, at Makima’s candid answer. She might have laughed even more if she could see the blue spot on Makima’s nose.
Power laughed as well, but for rather different reasons. She had just spent the last few minutes going down hard on Kobeni’s pussy, savoring the taste, the warmth, and Kobeni’s reaction to it all. Now, she caught her breath. It was more than a physical warmth from the shared body heat, it was an emotional warmth too. Kobeni was right there, so soft and vulnerable, whining as Power tried to pleasure her. Something possessive welled up inside of Power as she stood there, inches from her… well, her coworker. Just her ordinary coworker. “My… Kobeni…” She giggled. “My Koberry.”
“Ohhh… Power… Power?” panted Kobeni. “Wh-where are you?”
“I am here, little human!”
“C-can’t you juice me faster?”
“Patience! This is a delicate process, and the great Power will not be rushed!”
“Mmmnnnnghhhh…” Kobeni tried her best to think through the sensual haze that yet held sway over her. An idea came through. “D-d-don’t you wanna beat Makima-san? You didn’t forget about the contest?”
OH CRAP, the contest!!! “Forget?! Nonsense! Power never forgets!” She looked back at Kobeni’s crotch, pondering something for a moment. “Consider yourself fortunate, little round human. I do not make a habit of pleasuring your kind, so I have not concerned myself with human body parts…”
“The clitoris is the most sensitive part. Try circling and zigzagging with your tongue near there, if that’s the approach you’re trying to take.” Makima chimed in, refilling her beer mug with Himeno juice. The blue splotch encompassed all of her nose.
“I KNEW THAT ALREADY!” cried Power in a defensive response, wiping away the juice that had covered her face with her sleeve. Once that was done, she– why was there still juice there? She wiped and scrubbed some more. She didn’t feel any fresh liquid soak into her sleeve, and the blue was still there. “What’s–” Power’s jaw dropped as Makima turned to face her, having finished another liter of juice. Her entire face was blue now, the color fading back to her normal complexion starting near her neck. “You… you’re blue too!”
“Wait, what ?! Who’s blue?” asked Himeno, still unable to see around her body. “What’s going on now?!”
“Makima and I! This strange fluid is affecting us !”
The redhead shrugged in response. “A little discoloration shouldn’t stop anyone, should it? Besides, it tastes pretty good.”
Power thought long and hard about that argument. “You make a good point.”
“You people… just–I–you know what, forget it, just juice us already!” groaned Himeno impatiently. “I don’t feel any smaller after any of that!”
“Hah… please j-j-juice us! ” begged Kobeni needily. “There’s… hhh… so much… mmmghh… juuuuuuuice in meeeeeee…” Her voice rose to a needy whine as she spoke as her hands flapped desperately. “P-please…”
Makima and Power glanced at each other, and both shrugged. They returned to their respective juice-ees.
Power started over with a smirk as her hands reached up to rub Kobeni’s crotch again. It started making sense as to why Makima somewhat lost herself while massaging Himeno a few minutes earlier when she was explaining the situation. As Power rubbed and pressed into the soft blue flesh, something clicked in her head. This was… hot . The act of pleasuring a small timid human woman whom she definitely did NOT have a crush on and who had been transformed in such a surreal fashion into resembling a piece of fruit… while that was not a sentence Power had ever expected to think at any time in her life, it was one she found profoundly arousing, and simply… fulfilling.
This little human, her Kobeni-berry, despite towering over Power, was utterly and completely at the latter’s mercy, so rotund and helpless, yet so plush and warm, unable to act or move beyond futile hand fluttering and excited moans. Something about that sent a wave of excitement through Power. Normally she would destroy and rend and tear such things to display her invincible might to the world, earning the awe and dread she deserved, but Kobeni was something of an exception, much like Power’s cat, Meowy. In some ways, Kobeni seemed something like a cat herself, or more specifically, an abandoned kitten. Just little tics and things like… just… her big dark eyes constantly on the verge of tears, the way she usually wrung her delicate little hands, the way she nervously adjusted her hair, even just being around people, her meek body language to make herself seem even smaller than she already was, the way her voice seemed to always quaver slightly as she stuttered and stumbled through her every word, probably thinking much about which ones to use in the moment, the way she would look away or at someone’s shoes when someone spoke to her… it was all just so… so… so… Kobeni . And now, Power had her all to herself, and there was quite a lot of Kobeni around.
Tender musings having been mused, it was back to the front. She charged head first into. Her tongue rejoined the fray, moving more deliberately this time, endeavoring to suck down as much juice as possible. Makima could not be allowed to win, juice and consequences be damned.
More sloppy munching for Power, more moans and hand flapping from Kobeni. After a few more minutes in sapphire nirvana, the fiend needed to catch her breath again, gulping down more juice. She felt positively stuffed, like she had just spent an hour drinking from a garden hose on full blast. She raised a hand to move her unkempt hair out of her face. The hand was completely bright blue. With her other hand, she pulled up a sleeve. Blue. Looking down at her legs, hoping to see if the color change had spread downwards, Power saw a modestly-sized potbelly instead, bulging beneath her half-tucked white shirt, part of the standard Public Safety business wear. That was her belly. An investigatory rub was in order. Blue hands squeezed gently at soft tummy beneath buttoned white cloth, a low sloshing sound ringing out, just on the edge of Power’s hearing. The belly was indeed there, and it was hers.
Makima laughed internally with enjoyment. Here she was, suddenly living out the most surreal and insane sexual desire she had. Himeno and Kobeni looked the spitting image of her browsing history, when she was not on the job. Large blue spherical women, and some cute young men to boot. She thanked the Chinese devil hunter Quanxi in her mind for introducing her to this strange carnal desire some time ago, watching one of Quanxi’s women letting herself be transformed into a large immobile fruit and being teased by Quanxi and the rest of her harem, although they had used some strange gum to achieve that effect. That one night had turned Makima’s world, or at least the sexual aspect of it, upside down. Soon she was seeking out online communities and the like as well, playing out turgid juicy fantasies with people on the internet and enjoying art and stories written by others with the same desire. And now, it was all real.
She didn’t really care how funny she felt. How tight her trousers were starting to become, clinging harder and harder to her figure as she chugged more and more of Himeno’s sweet, succulent juice. How her body was blue from head to toe. She brought in a second beer tap to improve her speed, and now she was alternating from one breast to the other, filling the beer mug, emptying it, savoring the tart sweetness, and then repeating, as her own stomach bulged forward more and more. Her movements from tap to tap felt heavy and sluggish before much longer, her waistband seriously starting to be uncomfortably tight around her swelling abdomen.
With fattened fingers, Makima switched on one of the taps she had affixed to Himeno, but only a pitiful dribble came out, petering out to droplets not filling even a fifth of the beer glass. “Himeno, I may need to coax some more out. I’ll be rolling you forward a bit.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just get on with it,” scoffed Himeno in reply. “This can’t really get much more humiliating, can it?”
After much exertion, due in part to her own newfound juice-caused corpulence, Makima rolled Himeno forward some more, this time stopping once Himeno’s breasts touched the floor.
“God, this is absolutely ridiculous. Nobody is gonna believe this unless they see it…” sighed Himeno. She had little time to think much further, as Makima began to expertly massage and caress Himeno’s rounded side, pudgier fingers notwithstanding. Despite her outburst minutes earlier against Makima’s bizarre kink, Himeno had to admit: this was starting to feel quite good. The way her bloated body tingled with pleasure and sensitivity, even the internal pressure and tightness… “Makima-san,” said Himeno sheepishly. Makima seemed to almost answer Himeno’s question before it was even spoken.
“It feels good, doesn’t it, Himeno?”
“...”
“Being so full and round like this… Where every touch is arousing and pleasing…”
“Hm…” Himeno blushed a deep, deep violet. Makima’s words and touch seemed to break down Himeno’s inhibitions and defenses more and more.
“Just letting others pamper and play with you, while you’re so taut and helpless… Isn’t it so nice?” Makima punctuated her question with a light slap that sent Himeno’s juice-packed body rippling.
“Haghhh…”
“Are you enjoying this, Himeno?”
“... Yes, Makima…” murmured Himeno, bashfully.
Makima’s fingers lightly brushed Himeno’s skin, serving more to stimulate and please rather than shift juice around, as she walked back around Himeno’s body to her heavy, sloshing breasts. “That’s a good berry. Just relax, relax and let me pleasure you, okay?”
“Okay… mmghhhhh…”
“You don’t have to hold yourself back… if you want to moan, moan. If you want to flap your hands and kick your feet, then do so. I’m going to enjoy you, Himeno, so why not enjoy you too?” Makima put her lips to one of the beer taps again, and switched it on.
Power cradled and fondled her now gargantuan potbelly, which audibly sloshed and gurgled as the fiend played with it through the straining buttons of her shirt, even as she heaved for breath. Kobeni’s sweet juices coated her from head to toe and mixed with sweat. Neither Power nor her not-so-secret crush of a timid devil hunter had bothered to count the number of juicy orgasms that had taken place so far, each one coating Power in more and more blueberry-flavored Kobeni-juice. Power had mainly become so exhausted from pouring more and more effort into pleasuring Kobeni’s sensitive areas as she lay on her back, still just as helpless and round as before.
Kobeni panted, cooed, and moaned. Occasionally she mumbled incoherently and flapped her hands in their deep, tight divots, her mind still utterly awash in the intense pleasurable aftereffects of multiple back-to-back orgasms.
“Just… a… haaah… minute… my little… Koberry… haaaaghhh… the… great Power must… catch her breath… haaaaah… Oughhh… my belly… Oooohh…” Power hefted the newly-added mass with her hands, letting it churn and burble more. After a little while of exploring herself, Power decided to approach Kobeni’s crotch more slowly, to conserve physical energy. She began with a slow, sensual lick of her tongue into Kobeni’s juice-engorged folds, slurping up more juice.
Ping!
Ping!
Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping!
With another surge of swelling from her belly, the buttons on Power’s shirt gave out at last, the small bits of plastic shooting out in all directions. Some of the now-projectile buttons hit Kobeni, prompting a quick gasping moan from her as the impact sent small ripples throughout her body. Power herself cooed in relief as her constrictive clothing suddenly relaxed and no longer contained her bloated tummy.
“Hahaha… hah… haha…” chuckled Power. “I will beat that stupid Makima! Nobody outdrinks the inexorable Power!” As if hit with a second wind of energy and passion, Power dived back into Kobeni, abandoning her short-lived slow approach, guzzling down every drop of juice in reach of her tongue.
A popping sound startled Power, and she momentarily looked around to see what had happened. She saw nothing out of place, except maybe two large blueberries behind her and– TWO?! Power looked back at Himeno and presumably Makima. There, sure enough, were two massive blueberries, the nearer one smaller than the further one, although that difference was slowly shrinking, as the smaller one swelled up. Makima was definitely well ahead of Power in the drinking contest, if her size was any indicator. An unacceptable state of affairs. With redoubled resolve, Power threw herself back into sucking as much juice out of Kobeni as fiendishly possible, ignoring the original distraction that had startled her: the rear seam of her pants that had popped open around her slowly burgeoning derriere, slowly widening with every gulp and mouthful of Kobeni’s juice.
A few more moments of stimulating Kobeni meant that of course, Kobeni came loudly again, and Power dealt with yet another messy deluge of timid devil hunter nectar, or more accurately, Power enjoyed another such flood, lapping up anything she could in an attempt to get ahead of Makima.
Kobeni heaved for air again as the main phase of her next orgasm faded away, but she remained absolutely drunk on the experience. “Ohhh… ohhhh… Pow… Pow… Mghhhh…” Power heard nothing over the need to drink more juice, no matter how big her stomach swelled or how heavy her ass or boobs became, she needed more, more, more of Kobeni’s delicious juice.
In her horny fervor, Makima had erred, drinking too greedily from only one of Himeno’s breasts, and now, she was stuck, just as much as Himeno was: a round, taut orb, full of juice, unable to switch to the other swollen tit. The lead devil hunter made absolutely certain she couldn’t move: groping around with her hands in their divots and poking around with her sunken feet all confirmed that fact. She rested firmly on her stomach, just like Himeno, and none of her limbs could reach the ground.
Of course, to Makima, the ‘contest’ was nothing more than a pretext to persuade Power help her drain one of the two blueberried devil hunters, so whether or not she actually “won” was of no importance. What mattered to Makima was really just letting go and enjoying herself and her kink, gorging herself silly on Himeno’s juices. In fact, nothing she had done before to ease the itch of so niche a kink had really done it as much as this singular experience.
Makima laughed gently despite her swollen face, vigorously flapping her hands and kicking her feet, feeling the movements all throughout her turgid body; she was basically rubbing one out.
“God… Makima-sannn… You’re… huge!” slurred Himeno, absolutely intoxicated by the prolonged stimulation of being rubbed and massaged by someone else, as well as the relief of being drained. “Heheh… Wobbly-wobbly… Fuck it… this is… hot… Ghost! Ghost! I need you to do something for me!”
Makima paid no heed to how the Ghost Devil’s hand moseyed its way to Himeno’s rear area, as all of her energy focused on calling up the most feral and horny desires of her mind and putting them into words. I’m a berry! I’m a berry! Fuck! Fuck! This is perfect! I’m so big and tight, pressing up against Himeno like this! I could stay like this forever! Hands flopping around, feet pressing into my body because of my divots, fat round body squeezing into Himeno’s… I can’t even see anything below me because of my swollen bloated cheeks! God, I’m so round and full everywhere I need more juice I need bigger I need-
Power waddled backwards, as a torrent of juice erupted from Kobeni’s nethers, spattering the Blood Fiend in another fresh coat of warm, sweet juice, and on the opposite end, Kobeni sighed and her eyes rolled back into her head again as the tautness of her body briefly eased and blinding white pleasure rocked her brain circuitry once again.
Catching her breath, Power had a good look at herself, a view that was becoming more and more inescapable as she glutted herself on her crush’s blueberry juice. She had become basically almost sphere-shaped, her massive gut and ass bulging outwards and her own crotch almost pressing into the ground, her sensitive bits kept a steadily shrinking number of centimeters above the floor b. Her upper body fared little better. Fat heavy breasts hung from her chest, bulging forward as the partly-spherical curve of her body began; her chubby arms rested atop that same curve, almost useless. More juice had seriously started filling out her face and neck as well, forcing Power into an engorged pout, but these inconvenient, if pleasurable changes were far from enough to dissuade the great Power from going back to Kobeni.
With immense effort behind every waddling step, Power eagerly resumed what she had been doing all this time; absolutely demolishing Kobeni’s swollen, hypersensitive clit. This would probably be the last time she could manage this; if Power filled with much more juice, she would be stuck like Makima was, but that mattered little. Using her tongue and her puffed-up hands, Power gave it her all to coax one last mind-blowing orgasm out of Kobeni, rubbing and playing with the devil hunter’s juice-engorged folds and really going for Kobeni’s sensitive areas. Power could just barely hear her crush’s increasingly desperate moans and whimpers, the first audible signs of this final orgasm building inside. Power herself cooed lustfully as warm, sticky juice spurted from between her now useless, slowly sinking feet, as her clit pressed into the floor at last. Power was going absolutely nowhere, but she still had some mobility left in her upper body. Redoubling her efforts to rub and please Kobeni, Power pushed herself deeper and deeper into the other girl, letting herself roll forward onto her belly. Her reward? More juice, more groans and moans, more sloshing and rippling Koberry, but still no orgasm. Power reached as far down as she could with both hands, and while going all out with her face and tongue, landed a stinging juice-shaking double-spank on Kobeni’s rounded butt.
Power managed to shut her eyes just in time, as she heard Kobeni’s heightened moaning and the gurgling and sloshing of many, many gallons of juice. She felt a blast of juice rocketing both past her head and some of it into her open mouth, and another pool of orgasmic Power-juice spread across the floor as well. Both fiend and devil hunter came at the same time, physically expressing their shared passion, hedonism, and reckless, lustful abandon. Being at ground zero of yet another Koberry-gasm, Power felt her body tighten and bloat with even more juice, hands and head all sinking into divots of sensitive flesh. That was all it took; Power had joined the other three as a massive orb of blueberry juice.
As the white-hot pleasure of orgasm faded, Power was shocked to feel something soft, warm, and similarly large pressing against her from behind. The pressure was right against her own crotch, sending waves of pleasure throughout her turgid and sensitive form.
“Oooh! Power, is that you?” cooed Makima, breathing loudly.
“Mmmhhhooooo…” Himeno interrupted any opportunity for Power to answer, as the sound of erupting berry nectar splashing on the floor came from the senior devil hunter’s direction, along with more euphoric moans. The Ghost Devil had done its assigned work, it seemed. “Ohhhh… fuck…”
“Yes, it is I, the awesome and fantastical Pow-ERGHOOOHHHHH!” Power couldn’t even finish her sentence, as one movement too many had stimulated her to the point of orgasm again, her juices mixing with Makima’s, pouring onto the floor into what had to be a dangerously delicious cocktail of sweet blue girl-cum. Makima’s eyes rolled back into her head from the ecstasy of it all, her body shuddering and cumming from the realization she and Power were helplessly pressed against each other, crotch-to-crotch, unable to move without immediately pleasuring the other.
Makima’s every fantasy, her deepest, most depraved lust, was fulfilled. Here she was, a fat, helpless, taut blueberry, surrounded by and squishing into other fat, helpless, taut blueberries, sweet sticky juices oozing from their clits and breasts from the pressure and the cumming, pooling on the floor, the combined musk of blueberry juice and hot sweat filling the ramen joint, moans and groans and whimpers of pleasure filling the air. The thoughts of this made her eyes roll back into her head again as she moaned loudly, her fruity cum pouring down her own body and Power’s onto the floor.
Kobeni cried out in mind-breaking pleasure as Power managed to go to town on Kobeni’s clit again. With more moans, the now rotund Blood Fiend bloated even bigger than Makima, pressing harder against her, which prompted another mind-bending orgasm from the lead devil hunter turned blueberry and Power herself. Himeno didn’t escape this either, being squished harder against the walls of the place, as the Ghost Devil Hand vigorously worked on her crotch, alternating between massaging her clitoris and fingering her ass. The combined effect of the “masturbation” and being squeezed between Makima and the wall had Himeno practically mooing with pleasure, cumming more sweet, sweet nectar onto the floor.
As the combined wave of pleasure died down, the room was filled with the four berries’ exhausted panting and sighing.
“Powehghhhh… mmmmghhhh- hic! ” slurred Kobeni, punctuating her mumbling with a petite hiccup. She still had thick blue tears running down her face, and rivulets of sweet juice drooling from her mouth, pooling in the divot surrounding her head, and due to her lying on her back, the juice from there leaked down her back and onto the floor.
“Haaaah… did I… did I win?” gasped Power with ragged breath.
“I think… haahh… we all sorta won…” panted Himeno. “Makima-san… is there a way we can… hghhhh… do this again? Like on… haaaah… a day off?”
“Yeah!” cheered Power. “So this must be what you mortals describe as ‘hot!’ Like Kobeni here!”
“Mmmmhhh…” moaned Kobeni, in reaction, accompanied by a heavy downpour of juice from her crotch onto the floor.
Makima, for now still reeling internally from all the previous stimulation, took a deep breath, and after exhaling, she felt her veneer of composure briefly return to her, despite the thoughts of pressing, squeezing, juicing, moaning, wriggling, and swelling filling her head. Her crotch betrayed such raunchy thoughts, leaking right against Power’s nether area, threatening to explode into a complete orgasm at any moment. With all her might, Makima got out one last sentence before her hedonistic side took back over, another rush of juicy girl-cum erupting from her.
“That can be arranged.”