The Experimental Juice

Late one night in her bedroom, she sat cross-legged on the bed, clutching a strange bottle of shimmering blue liquid. The label read “Blueberry Mass Builder – Experimental Formula” in cheap ink, with a scribbled warning that looked more like a dare than advice.

She had always been curious about supplements, especially ones promising fast results. “Just like a protein shake,” the vendor had told her, “only better. Way better.”

She hesitated for only a moment before twisting the cap. The sweet, tangy blueberry flavor coated her tongue, smooth at first but leaving an odd fizzing sensation in her throat. She swallowed hard, unaware that the real effect wasn’t in the flavor, but in the secret ingredient buried deep within the formula.

The juice carried with it a colony of bio-engineered blueberry bacteria—designed to multiply, expand, and push the body into accelerated growth. Unfortunately, the batch she received was unstable, far too potent, and it didn’t know when to stop.

At first, it felt like a warmth spreading through her stomach, like a strong energy drink rushing into her veins. Then, the pressure began. She looked down in shock as her hoodie stretched tighter across her chest, seams straining as if the fabric itself feared what was coming. Her body swelled subtly at first, her midsection puffing outward, her chest pressing hard against the sports bra.

The fizzing inside her became a storm. The bacteria multiplied endlessly, dividing faster than her body could keep up, spreading outward from her belly and pumping her with more and more volume. Blue highlights began to show on her skin, shining through the fabric, slick with condensation.

Her breathing quickened. She tried to push herself up, but every movement only reminded her how heavy and swollen she’d become. Her clothes groaned in protest, buttons snapping, fabric slipping and clinging to her stretched, blueberry-tinted skin. She gasped at her reflection in the mirror, unable to recognize the round, glistening figure she was becoming.

The juice had worked all too well—but instead of giving her strength, it had turned her into the host of a runaway bacterial bloom, swelling her body into a living monument of blueberry growth with no sign of stopping.

And as she lay back against her pillow, chest heaving, she realized one terrifying truth: the bacteria weren’t done yet.