While the internet-at-large had properly gotten used to the content of busty white girl Megan Bitchell at this point (TikTok comedy videos, Letterboxd movie reviews, horny tweets, etc.), the energy she put on display in her most recent video was… strange, to say the least.
 
Not at all helped by the fact that it was sponsored by, of all things, the new Wonka prequel in theaters at the time she recorded it.
 
“So YOU guys have been ALL up in my comments these last couple days, telling me endlessly that these little blueberry candies I got in the mail a week ago are not “fit for human consumption…”, she said to the camera as she showed off the candies in question beside her eye-catching cleavage.
“News flash for you guys, I eat regular people probably every day, so these things? Barely even on my RADAR. In fact, I think I wanna show you guys just how much these things don’t pose a hazard to me.”
 
With all the tenacity of a feral cat, Megan ripped the tin open with her fingers and emptied the contents of it directly into her mouth, letting whatever chocolate-coated blueberries fell to the wayside lie on the ground for now as she chewed through the entire case’s worth in only a few second, throwing the tin away once she was done with it.
 
“Bring it on, random commenters!”, she said with renewed energy.
“Bring it on- Ooh…”
 
An audible groan cut Megan off from her rant as she paused to rub over her distressed gut with her hand, looking down to see what the damage was before looking back up and showing the camera the INCREDIBLY visible wave of blue starting at her nose and quickly working its way across her entire face.
 
“Oh my God…”, she said into the camera before letting a loud-
 
*BEURP*
 
-fly out of her mouth, the dark blue cloud’s release only quickening the color change happening across her face as an even more powerful bout of colorful gas erupted from Megan’s backside, causing her skirt to flutter as it did so.
 
Before Megan could explain her sudden outburst of blue, the video quickly wrapped up with the TikTok logo taking up the entire screen.
 
Leaving her audience blissfully unaware of the chaos their favorite busty comedian would soon be conjuring up once the video ended.
 
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Thirty minutes later…
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The relative silence of the cold Texas night was interrupted by a loud-
 
*BUUAAARRRRRP*
 
-that echoed through the air and shook the ground the closer anyone within earshot came to its source.
 
The source, of course, being the hundred-foot-tall blueberry woman formerly known as Megan Bitchell.
 
Yes, to say the Wonka candies had an adverse effect on her would be something of an understatement, as not only did they cause a rapid expansion of her body, boiling hot blueberry juice flowing through her veins and essentially replacing her blood at this point, but they also instilled within her a hunger that she hadn’t known in YEARS.
 
One that, considering her entire body was basically one big stomach at this point, she was very eager to take advantage of.
 
The path that Megan had chosen as the one she’d be destroying that night was clear to anyone with eyes, with the ground caving in with each humongous step she would take and houses being torn into splinters as she simply strode right through them, any and all occupants she’d find along the way quickly being grabbed from their slumber by the towering predator and launched down her throat in order to make more juice from their bodies and make her even bigger and hungrier in the process.
 
Should it be any OTHER berry girl trying this, they undoubtedly would have been stopped MILES before Megan had; all it took was a stray nail or even the edge of a table, at times, to rupture a blueberry girl’s skin and cause her to violently burst at the seams, coating everything around her in a thick, pulpy, gelatinous blue goop that was still very dangerous to come into contact with.
 
What made Megan special, however, were her boobs; go figure.
 
The already humongous DDD-cups had steadily ballooned into breasts bigger than the average American’s house, each one wobbling side-to-side as Megan “walked” with steaming hot blueberry juice flowing from her nipples like a waterfall in front of her, leaving a river of blue behind her that was possibly more incriminating than the entire apartment building that had practically been bitten in half a mile back.
 
Even with juice leaving her body at a near constant rate, the accelerated growth that Megan had been trudging through up until now had finally proven too great for the still minuscule little feet beneath her mountainous body to handle, leaving Megan with nothing to do now but sit in place and groggily regret all the life choices she’d made in the past thirty minutes.
 
She’d done plenty of binge eating before (entire rooms full of people partaking in drunken hot dog eating contests had found their way into her stomach and onto her chest on MULTIPLE occasions), but never like this.
 
A Olympic swimming pool’s worth of blueberry juice coursed throughout the length of her hundred-foot-tall body, leaking out the sides of her mouth, from her nose and continuing to flow onto the streets from her nipples and into the gutters below, the hellish concoction already mixing with the water supply that spread for miles around.
 
Even with the brief pause she’d taken in stuffing her face with any living thing she could get her (comparatively tiny) hands on, Megan could still FEEL herself getting larger as the minutes passed by, her width expanding inch by pleasurable inch as trees and cars simply gave way to her tremendous weight.
 
As if her massive size and the wave of death she’d just left behind her weren’t enough to make her feel more like a kaiju than she was a woman at this point, six large, flowery petals (each one dark blue and velvety in texture) wrapped themselves neatly around where her collarbone should’ve been; just like a blueberry.
 
If only her improv group could see her now; what a performance.
 
“Ugh!”, Megan groaned, woozy simply from her own girth at this point.
“I feel like I’m about to blow up…”
 
The young comedian’s body tightened as she prepped herself for what was coming next.
 
Instead of doing what she predicted and creating a grand explosion that would’ve undoubtably showered the whole TOWN in little bite-sized Bitchell chunks…
 
The monster that Megan had become decided to make herself a bit more monstrous.
 
With all the force of a freight train, a powerful fart blew forth from between Megan’s bounteous blue butt cheeks, causing her entire body to roll forward slightly as the indigo gas barreled out of her ass like a jet stream, sending parked cars flying down the road thanks to the amplitude brought on by the sheer amount of people-turned-juice-turned gas Megan had coursing throughout her entire body.
 
Not even a loud-
 
*BUUUOOOORRRRRP*
 
-erupting from her lips could stop the forward momentum her powerful farts had “gifted” her with, her bounteous boobs doing more work in keeping her right side up by continuously bouncing her back up every time she’d face falling forward than they had in YEARS.
 
While yes, it was nice to have some built-in airbags for such an occasion, the increased force on her breasts not only caused her to create an oddly boob-shaped crater in the road in front of her, but also caused her hurricane-force fart to blast across the neighborhood like a typhoon, showering street after street with dark blue clouds and rain that sizzled as it hit the ground.
 
Though walking away with a slight burn was arguably the best possible outcome when it came to the full-on biohazard that Megan had become.
 
While her actual juice carried enough infecting agents to probably make somebody burst the moment they drank it, the fine fruit particles floating about in her farts were all it took for the infectious fruit cocktail inside of her to run its course inside anybody that managed to catch just a whiff of the stuff, quickly multiplying itself within the body of whoever it had infected and turning them into a rotund, gaseous mess perfectly capable of both devouring people and infecting even more just as the comically large comedian could.
 
Luckily for the world at large, most of the mini-berries that had bloomed in Megan’s wake had either been stomped/popped out of existence by their creator or simply raised into the sky and pulled down her throat in order to feed her, their now foreign juice entering Megan’s continuously growing insides only increasing her growth ten fold whenever she got the taste of one.
 
Undoubtably being a factor in her current state of immobility and thus saving half of Texas from meeting the same fruity fate that their entire NEIGHBORHOOD had moments before.
 
By the time morning came, news of the titanic blueberry’s massacre were spread across the country, the image of an entire neighborhood being reduced to rubble thanks to a single glutton unintentionally making Megan into quite the role model for predator women looking to wipe out their OWN neighborhood through much more “conventional” methods.
 
Despite public approval of Megan’s massacre being surprisingly divisive, the law was quite certain who was to blame in the matter; spurred on by a series of mass vore incidents just like this one happening to influencers across the country over the last few weeks (as well as a similar incident earlier in the year involving a purple-tinged “Grimace Shake” released in collaboration with McDonald’s giving similar side effects to ITS consumers), the Wonka candies were recalled and Sweet Release was, once again, brought before a high court as penance for their ineptitude before said court was bought out by a mysterious donor, just like they were each and every time before.
 
Only difference was that some of the money would be going towards the state of Texas in order to rebuild all that Megan had destroyed on that fateful night: constructing new homes, advertising tourism, filtering her juice out of the local water supply, etc.
 
As for Megan herself, the internet was rather shocked to see their favorite busty TikToker going radio silent for nearly a year following the incident as she was put to work making juice for Sweet Release, the feeling of simultaneously being filled by her juice and emptied by her pump for weeks on end warping her brain to the point where she could picture no other life outside of this, constantly running the risk of bursting into a thousand little bite-sized pieces just for the feeling of being filled over and over again.
 
So pleasurable was this feeling, in fact, that it took well over a year for Megan to ask if she could be set free; with as little convincing as that, enough juice was removed from her body that she was back to her old self again… with the added downside of having her skin be permanently dyed a distinct shade of cobalt blue from top to bottom (taking EVERYTHING out of her would’ve costed extra, apparently.)
 
So a humble little permaberry, Megan remained, spending what little money she made doing anti-comedy on TikTok on an at-home juicer just to ensure she’d never go on another billion-dollar rampage ever again.
 
In another year’s time, she’d earn enough money to FULLY remove the juice from her body and truly become her old self again…
 
With the eleven tins worth of Wonka-brand candies still stuffed under her bed from her initial sponsorship serving as an everlasting reminder that something bigger was always just a snack away.