How about possessing me Casper style and forcing yourself to fit 😳

Pudgepile! 😵‍💫 That’s a new one, and very much needed now that you’ve outgrown most other descriptors of fat and gluttony~

And my mouth 🐷

Finally our berry boy goes from a roiling churn to a faint rumble as his fat, spherical body is inflated to the max with juice. Every throb of his blown up dick is paired with globs of juice pouring out everywhere. And someone in the back sets the “days without berrying” sign to “0”

The bartenders clear the dance floor to give our very horny juice keg some room to grow. He moans and creaks as every part of his body is saturated with gallons of juice, pushing him bigger and rounder, clothes stretching to their limits and tearing off. The pressure is becoming too much…

Alcohol in his system and the dance floor bustling our tipsy fat boy starts plodding and waddling to the music, not realizing just how hard those blueberry calories are hitting him, stretching out his sweaty clothes more and more. Everyone else notices though…