ROYAL REWARD: Bella Blueberries (Blueberry Inflation, RWBY)

The pipes gurgled; Blake and her mother screamed. Juice, a thick stream of rich, blue juice, flowed down the tubes and into their mouths, drowning their cries for help and leaving only loud gurgles. Their only option was to swallow, to swallow every last drop, no matter how full it left them. Already, they were twice the size as when they’d arrived, their bodies pumped into fat, sloshing juice sacks, boobs and buttcheeks egregiously swollen. 

Down on the ground, the catgirl giggled in delight, hopping back and forth and looking between the two of the mas if she couldn’t decide which she liked more. “Look at the two of nyou, nya! Nyou’re so fat and round! We’ve barely even started! I can’t wait to see what nyou look like when we’re done!” 

Another mouthful of juice poured through Blake’s lips, leaving her struggling to swallow it before she choked. As soon as she did, a second helping of the awful stuff replaced it immediately. Her cheeks bulged, and she forced it down again, her stomach groaning as it strained to process the liters of juices being pumped into it. Lifting her shirt, it rose, a giant blue balloon, large enough both Blake and her mother could have sat on it and still had room to spare. At least before their famous behinds had bloated to match, of course–by this point, they were so large they couldn’t share a bed, let alone a cushion. Soon, they wouldn’t be able to share a house.

As her pants split with a tremendous rip, Blake turned her eyes to her mother, who sat squirming and shuffling beside her, her own body blown to even more ridiculous proportions than Blake’s own. Kali had started more well-endowed, of course, and the juice had acted as a multiplier, blowing her curvaceous body into a gigantic blue sphere with boobs the size of exercise balls and an ass so large you could have hidden a car between her cheeks. The tattered remains of her clothes still clung to her figure, looking as if they’d fall off at any second. They certainly weren’t concealing anything anymore. 

Catching Blake’s gaze, Kali looked back, and though she couldn’t speak for the thick pipe in her mouth, her eyes clearly flashed a comforting message. Unfortunately, Blake wasn’t in the mood to be comforted: she was too busy trying to swallow another liter of incoming juice, her stomach gurgling as it struggled to process it. 

The catgirl giggled and clapped her hands, bouncing between the two of them like she couldn’t decide who she liked more. Finally, she disappeared behind Kali, who squealed and started to wobble as if she were being tickled.

With a rrrip, Kali’s tore finally tore itself to pieces, and her fat, swollen breasts burst out into the open, bloated and jiggling. Wobbling like a pair of puddings, they came to a stop and settled for dripping instead, a thick stream of rich, creamy blueberry milk pouring from her nipples. 

Reappearing, the catgirl cooed in delight and rushed back to Blake’s front, where she wasted no time throwing back her head, opening her mouth, and allowing every drop of the thick, rich fluid to pour through her lips. “Mmm~!” she cried, swallowing them and licking herself off. “Delicious, nya. Mmm~, I want more.” Giggling, she leapt into the air and latched to Blake’s nipple like a hungry baby, sucking hard. Blake screamed as the catgirl’s teeth sank into her skin, screamed and writhed in what she hated to admit was delight. It felt good–she hated it, but it felt good. 

Beside her, Kali watched with pleading eyes full of blueberry tears. 

After empty one of Blake’s breasts, the catgirl promptly turned her attention to the other, suckling it till it was shriveled and dry as well and leaving Blake moaning with every second of the experience. Each little movement of the catgirl’s lips, each little flick of the tongue and nibble of the teeth, was utter ecstasy–she screamed, writhing and squirting, a giant blue stain forming on the front of her stretched panties. 

Finally, Blake’s boob had given all it could give. The catgirl pulled away and licked her lips with a grin. “Nyaah~, that was good, nya.” 

Blake’s breasts, slightly deflated, were rapidly growing larger again, rising full and fat and the pipe filled her with even more delicious juice. Their growth felt better than anything she’d ever felt in her life, even better than them being suckled. Screwing up her eyes, she moaned in lust and horror. 

“Aw, what’s the matter, my big dumb blueberry?” said the catgirl, resting her head on Blake’s taut blue tummy. “Feeling a little full?” She giggled. “Why don’t I squeeze some of that juice out for you?” 

Before Blake could respond, the catgirl planted both her hands on Blake’s stomach and pushed, hard, both her hands sinking deep into the fat. As the pressure rolled through her, Blake herself screamed in maddened lust, shaking and trembling. She could feel the juice being forced elsewhere in her body–sure enough: with a thin hiss, juice squirted from her nipples and her pussy, soaking her panties and raining all over the catgirl, who giggled in delight and hurried to lap it all up. “Mm~, delicious, nya. I wonder what’ll happen if I squeeze those fat cheeks of nyours too?” She grinned. 

N-no! thought Blake. No, please don’t! 

Giggling, the catgirl disappeared behind her. A second later, Blake felt a pair of clawed hands wrap around her swollen rear and clamp tight, clinging hard. She moaned as they started to squeeze. 

In an instant, all the juice that had been filling Blake’s bloated buttcheeks found itself forced elsewhere in her body. Her boobs exploded, struggling to contain it, and her hips and thighs swelled, grown just as fat and round. 

Finally, with an ear-splitting rrrip, her panties tore, exposing a pair of fat, blue lips, each almost large as full-grown adult. And they gushed, gushed like a fountain.

Reappearing, the catgirl studied them in delight. “Oooh,” she said, licking her lips. “Juicy!” With a giggle, she buried her head between them.

Blake could only scream as the catgirl lapped at her cunt.