Gwen's Intrusive Thoughts

Gwen's body sloshes and gurgles lowly with every passing second, muffled moans and the tearing of cloth joining the groans of her body in a sensual and twisted symphony of noises.

Ever since the symbiote had been corrupted during the initial blueberry incident, avoiding "berrying out" had become an increasingly difficult task.  Even an errant thought left to linger for too long could trigger it, leaving Gwen a bloated mess in a berry high that would take hours to come down from.

All it'd taken this time was a sign.  A sign.  An advertisement for blueberries at some schmuck's blueberry stand flashed in the corner of her vision, and before she'd even shot her next web she was already beginning to bloat and swell up.  Honestly it was a miracle she'd been able to find an abandoned building to bloat inside, otherwise she would've made the headline for just about the worst reason the can fathom.

Her widening, sloshing hips pressed into the doorframe as she hurriedly squeezed though, and Gwen knowingly positioned herself dead center in the large room just in time for a surge of growth to put her on her rear.  She was embarrassed to admit she was starting to adjust to this...

Now, all she could do was let it happen, and if it was gonna happen anyways she might as well try to enjoy it, right?

So as her body slowly ballooned outwards in every direction, as she heard the sloshing, groaning, galunks and pings of the fluid surging around her stretching, swelling body, she took slow and steady breaths and simply immersed herself in the  feeling ---  much as her head was slowly being immersed in the bloated flesh around it.

"Ph-ph'uck~"  Gwen lisped, feeling even her lips become plump and ripe with berry juice.  It was always exhilarating feeling every part of her body grow, and even as her body grew against her will, she couldn't help but derive some strange, taboo enjoyment.

Eventually, Gwen realized, the growth did stop, but not before leaving her a massive, bloated mess that took up most of the floorspace of the room she'd situated herself in.  Heavy, sloshy bottom pressed into the walls and windows, her gut spilling dangerously close to the opposite wall.  Juice-filled breasts pressing into the ceiling and oozing what looked like thick berry juice or perhaps even wine.

Gwen chewed her plump bottom lip, and let her eyes shut as she felt the over-stretched symbiote suit begin to squeeze and shift around her.  Juice beginning to leak out of her as it carefully massaged and played with her, testing her fullness and teasing her with the chance to be juiced...

...But Gwen knows how this goes, and she knows she's not getting to shrink until both she and the symbiote have had their share of fun, and that damn thing was never satisfied until Gwen was a squirming horny mess...

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With Gwen's corrupted symbiote becoming more and more susceptible to bloat after the initial berrying incident, she finds herself trying everything she can to avoid thinking of blueberries or bloating for even a second!

Unfortunately, all it takes is a single close encounter with a blueberry stand sign to do her in all over again...