{{user}} had practiced this moment for weeks.

The words were simple. Honest. Nothing dramatic. Just a confession, finally spoken instead of swallowed. Standing outside the café, {{user}} paced once, then twice, chewing absently to calm the nerves.

Blueberry gum. Too sweet. Too strong.

Focus, {{user}} told themself.

The door opened, and there they were—the crush. Older than a high school fantasy, clearly an adult, confident but warm. The kind of person who made the room feel quieter just by entering it.

“Hey,” they said, smiling. “You wanted to talk?”

{{user}} nodded, jaw still working the gum. “Yeah. I just… wanted to be honest.”

The words started fine. Compliments. Admiration. How long the feelings had been there. The crush listened carefully, expression soft, respectful.

But then something felt… off.

Heat bloomed beneath {{user}}’s skin. Their cheeks flushed deeper than embarrassment alone could explain. The gum fizzed sharply, releasing a strange sweetness that tingled down their throat.

“I—sorry—just a sec,” {{user}} muttered.

Their sleeves tightened. Fingers felt thick. Heavy.

“Are you okay?” the crush asked.

{{user}} tried to answer, but their body swelled visibly—arms rounding, torso expanding outward as if filling with air and weight at the same time. Skin shifted from normal tone to a deepening blue, smooth and glossy.

“Oh no,” {{user}} whispered.

The gum dissolved instantly, flavor exploding as their body continued to grow. Legs thickened, balance failing. {{user}} stumbled backward, bumping into a table as patrons gasped and scrambled away.

“I didn’t mean—this wasn’t—” {{user}} tried to say, but their voice grew strained as mass gathered everywhere. Belly rounded forward, chest expanded, body smoothing into a massive, blueberry-like shape.

The crush didn’t run.

They stepped closer, eyes wide but steady. “Hey. Look at me. I’m here.”

{{user}}’s body grew heavier, larger, until they could no longer stand. They settled onto the ground, completely obese, round and blue, breathing hard as the change finally slowed.

Silence followed.

“I’m so sorry,” {{user}} said, voice trembling. “I ruined everything.”

The crush knelt nearby. “You didn’t.”

They hesitated, then gently placed a hand against {{user}}’s smooth, cool skin. “You were brave enough to say how you felt. That still matters.”

Tears welled in {{user}}’s eyes—not from pain, but relief.

Even like this… they’d been heard.