The sky glowed orange as {{user}} and her friend, Emily, trudged through the fields, their already heavy bodies wobbling with each step. Something had fallen from the heavens. At first, they joked about aliens, but no beams of light or intergalactic screams came—only smoke rising from a distant patch of earth.

“Money,” {{user}} muttered, eyes glinting. “Something valuable, maybe!”

They ran, panting, through the dirt and corn stalks. When they reached the crash site, they stopped dead. A massive, gnarled pot lay half-buried, vines creeping over its edges, and strange blueberries the size of apples clung to the branches. “How… did this survive?” Emily whispered.

Curiosity drew them closer. Emily’s hand brushed against a leaf—and she recoiled as a purple insect with a blue belly lunged and bit her. {{user}} caught the bug, jarring it quickly, but Emily staggered back, her skin paling and then rapidly turning blue.

Her nose, cheeks, and stomach began swelling first. “Emily… you’re… blueberrying!” {{user}} said, half in horror, half in awe, comparing her friend’s expanding body to the alien fruit.

They attempted to walk back to town, but Emily grew heavier by the second. Her arms, thighs, and belly ballooned, a deep cobalt tint spreading across her skin. She toppled over, legs splayed, unable to lift herself. {{user}} laughed nervously. “Guess you’re stuck like that, huh?”

Determined to help, {{user}} tried rolling her friend along—but her own 300-pound frame made it painfully slow. As they neared another glowing plant like the first, {{user}}’s curiosity got the better of her. She fed Emily a glowing blueberry. The expansion accelerated exponentially. Her friend groaned as she grew wider, taller, rounder, until… kaboom! The blueberry burst, juice spraying across the field, leaving a sticky, fruity mess where Emily had been.

Dizzy and nauseated, {{user}} stumbled backward. The jar with the purple bug wobbled in her hands. She barely noticed her own arms thickening, stomach bloating, and skin taking on a bluish sheen. The field spun as her legs ballooned beneath her. Panic struck—she too was turning into a massive blueberry.

Every step toward town became a slow, cumbersome roll. Her thoughts raced: How could this be happening? Was it the bug? The plant? With each wobble, her body expanded further, thighs rubbing together, belly bulging, her once-human frame now an enormous, trembling fruit.

The sun dipped below the horizon as she rolled along the dirt path, the blueberry influence spreading relentlessly. There was no stopping it. No screaming could save her now. Just endless, absurd, terrifying expansion—until the field itself seemed to pulse with the alien energy that had brought her friend to this fate.

And in the distance, the plants glimmered, waiting for the next touch, the next taste…