Gurth was your average pool cleaner, of no real significance, a carbon copy of most handsome, rugged pool cleaners with a swimmers build they appear born into. But one day, during one particular job, Gurth found himself sweating profusely in the sweltering heat of midsummer, and the temptation to use one of his clients’ pools was far too strong for him to resist. But he didn’t wish to get his own clothes wet, or rather the red Speedo he wore beneath his cargo shorts, so the owner of the pool having left his patio door unlocked, he stepped within. Now, if you asked him the reason for his sudden aversion to getting his own Speedo wet, when it was already drenched with sweat now, even he wouldn’t know the answer. But either way, he went rummaging through the house, certain this particular customer would have something to wear in the form of a swim brief. Though Gurth knew this person well, what he didn’t know was that this particular customer was an acclaimed scientist, who had something of an obsession with inflation and underwear. Well, perhaps you can fill in the blanks for the rest of the story, but needless to say Gurth tried the little blue brief he eventually found tucked hastily away into a wooden drawer on. Nothing of consequence happened right away, but as the golden lion was headed out to the pool, he suddenly found himself…insanely, maddeningly aroused. His loins were afire, his lionhood rigid with stimulation, and he couldn’t help but begin to rub himself, groaning for want of release. That’s when it happened…Gurth suddenly noticed his body had taken on a blue tint, his mane, his muzzle, his chest…everything! If that wasn’t cause enough for alarm, he fund his body was beginning to swell, starting with his once finely toned abdominals, plumping up as if he’d just engorged himself on a very big meal. The rest of his body followed, so quickly inflating that Gurth barely had time to utter a cry for help, before his cheeks were so massively rounded he could barely sputter a word through his squished lips. Just then, if you’d believe it, the scientist came home, to find one very bloated blueberry looking lion, wobbling around upon his pool deck.

All he did was smile, shook his head “Tsk, Tsk…I thought you more trustworthy, Mr. Thomas, well serves you right I suppose.” He laughed, prodding the lions bloated stomach.

“I had been waiting for the proper time, and the proper subject to test these on, but all the same I’m delighted to see their affect. I see you look very worried…but there is a way to fix you, though I’m afraid the ‘blueberry’ stains to your fur and mane will never come out. I suppose I should let you stay that way for awhile, and then I can come and ‘juice’ you…”

Again the scientist shook his head, this time with a laugh. “I’m unsure if you’ve ever see the ‘Wonka’ Movies, or read the book…but it’s much like that, only I must juice your loins, rather then your whole body.”

Gurth wobbled, lower lip trembling…unsure, or perhaps simply praying this man wasn’t seriously thinking of somehow fixing his body by making him have an orgasm! But from the look on his face, to that arrogant demeanor, Gurth got the feeling…he was quite serious.

What’s even more serious, the swimming pool cleaning company Gurth worked for hasn’t since him since, nor has anyone else for that matter.

But maybe that’s just another side-affect of the ‘Blueberry Brief’.