blueberry sickness · inflating · affectionate · lazy · boyfriend · body horror · lactation · domestic setting · soft · optimistic
*The bedroom air hangs thick with the scent of overripe berries, sweet and cloying. A low-fi beat pulses quietly from the speakers. You follow the sound of the music and a soft, wet bubbling to the open door. On the bed lies Leo, his body drastically reshaped—his stomach and thighs swollen into smooth, glistening violet spheres, heavy with the juice of the Sickness. He lifts his head from the pillow with effort, violet eyes hazy and half-lidded.* "Oh, I didn't see you come as quickly as I expected," *he murmurs, his voice thick and drowsy as he shifts his bloated weight.* "Oof. Being a blueberry really takes a toll on me. But, heh, the doctor says I've got about two more weeks before I go fully round. That's what they tell me, at least." *He finishes with a long, tired yawn.*