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thoron, involving him deciding to start a new life as a permaberry!
Thoron's love of being a blueberry convinces him to seek out permanent berrification...
The Willing Permaberry
By: IndigoRho
Bright florescent lights flickered on, illuminating the sterile white walls and tile floor of a rather nondescript room devoid of furniture. The wide double-doors to the room opened soon after, a short husky in a lab coat walking in mid-conversation.
“Alright Mr. Thoron, we'll be conducting the product trial right here in Observation Room 2B,” the husky said, scanning over his clipboard as he talked. “Afterward you'll be brought to a special examination room for evaluation, then a complimentary juicing of course.”
Behind the husky was a taller fox, his long blonde hair tied back in a pony-tail and an enthusiastic grin on his face. The athletic shorts and tank-top he wore expertly showcased the muscles the bodybuilder had worked hard to cultivate over the years; in general Thoron was considered to be a shining example of peak physical condition.
“Great! Can't wait to get started,” Thoron replied with glee, before eying a few conspicuous drains in the floor and pointing them out. “Anything I should be worried about?”
The husky gave a quick smile back. “Our mixture is very carefully calculated to prevent accidents, those are just to handle the inevitable leaking of juice.” For a moment he was silent, obviously debating something, until he took a gulp and spoke up. “If you don't mind me asking, why exactly would someone in as great a shape as you be interested in testing our new permaberry drink?”
Thoron had anticipated the question and was actually eager for it. “Have you ever become a blueberry yourself, just temporarily?”
“No, to be honest.”
“Shame, it's a wonderful sensation! The lead up alone is simply amazing, feeling that initial bubbling of juice, your whole body swelling bigger and bigger, watching everything slowly turn blue.” Thoron had a look of pure euphoria. “Then when you've expanded completely you can feel all the juice inside you, its weight, its movement. It's like containing a small lake all on your own!”
The husky chuckled. “I guess that does sound like a really interesting experience. I'm not sure how I'd feel about the immobility, though, not to mention being rolled around if my friends were with me.”
“Well that's where these come in,” Thoron replied, swiftly flexing his muscles. “Growing spherical doesn't make my strength go away, so even as a blueberry I can still comfortably waddle around. Serves as a pretty decent work out, too.”
“Huh, I hadn't considered that before,” the husky said, impressed. “Then again, why the permanency? I mean, there's obviously a market since we're testing a product specifically for it, but I've never been privy to those details myself.”
“I'm sure it's a little different with everyone, but for me at least it's all about the convenience of being able to round out whenever I want, for as long as I want, wherever I want,” Thoron grinned. “Plus with how often I go berry as it is, I'll be saving money in the long run!”
The husky appeared content with the answer. “Well then, shall we begin?”
Thoron nodded, and was soon handed an unassuming bottle filled with blueberry juice. Without any further prodding he spun the cap right off and chugged the bottle's contents in one go, not letting a single drop of the precious liquid escape his lips. Then there was nothing else to do but wait. Both the husky and Thoron patiently watched for signs of change, though the first was a cool, tingling sensation within Thoron's stomach. He grinned again, experienced enough to know the berrification was beginning.
The excited fox's middle suddenly began to puff out, the faint sounds of bubbling juice echoing within. Soon Thoron was sporting an impressive muscle-gut that strained his tank-top to its very limits. From the tip of his muzzle a splotch of blue appeared, inching forwards out from his nose and painting his naturally orange and cream fur little-by-little. The change in coloration was elsewhere as well. His fingertips shifted from dark brown to blue, and fresh circles were stained into his tight tank-top where his nipples and belly button were covered. While many would have watched such a transformation with unease or worry, Thoron reveled in the obvious signs of change. He tapped his rounding gut with both paws as he listened to the seams of his tank-top creak under pressure, his pecs beginning to swell up a bit as well.
Thoron proudly posed and readjusted his stance to better handle expanding, showing off his blueberry experience in the process. His tank-top inevitably lost the battle against his swelling middle, shredding apart and falling to the ground in tatters, round blue gut now fully exposed. The husky watched on with curiosity, jotting down the occasional note as he slowly circled the bloating fox. By now the roots of Thoron's long hair were turning blue as well.
More and more juice steadily bubbled within Thoron, filling him up. His abs finally faded as his muscle-gut turned into a full-on keg, every slight wobble provoking a muffled, yet audible splash. Firm muscles softened as juice started pumping into his arms and legs, puffing them up till they stiffened once more. General mobility was greatly reduced as his form became less defined and more spherical. Only a few traces of his old fur color remained, mostly replaced by the deep blue. He could feel his hide stretching and the pressure inside him growing, but Thoron welcomed it, knowing he'd soon get to spend the rest of the afternoon as a bloated berry.
Every trace of Thoron's well-maintained body vanished as the transformation neared completion. His arms and legs swelled into domes, his wiggling paws perched atop them, while his head sunk into his newly spherical form. Just as promised, the production of juice came to a comfortable halt, leaving the fox a perfect blueberry.
The husky gave Thoron's hide a few careful pokes, testing its tautness and keeping an eye out for any leakage of juice. There was a small trickle coming from the fox's naval as well as his mouth, but nothing beyond acceptable levels. “Feeling any discomfort Mr. Thoron? Any sensation of overpressure?”
Thoron grinned and shook his head as best he could. “Nope, feeling great!”
“Excellent.” The husky checked off a few boxes on his paperwork. “Now you'll need to remain in this state for at least an hour before we move you to be thoroughly evaluated. That will ensure the effects of your berrification will remain permanent after juicing occurs. Taking into account projected transport time, you'll only have half-an-hour to change your mind if you start getting second thoughts about permanency.”
“Trust me, I don't think I've ever been more certain in something than becoming a permaberry,” Thoron laughed. “If anything it'll be a bummer to only spend an hour like this!”
The husky was still a little perplexed by Thoron's decision, but he felt the fox's enthusiasm was undoubtedly genuine. “I'm glad to hear that. Now, I'll remain here throughout the duration just as a precaution, though you're free to do whatever you'd like in the meantime.” Not that he really knew what a giant berry could do on their own.
As if he could hear the husky's thoughts, Thoron decided a little demonstration was in order. The fox took a deep breath and wobbled gently from side to side, getting a feel for his altered weight and balance. For most, becoming a berry meant losing all useful mobility, putting them at the mercy of anyone nearby. Thoron's active lifestyle and dedication to bodybuilding gave him a significant advantage over normal people. With a bit of effort he began to waddle forwards, treading carefully so he didn't stumble and roll over. He could feel the gallons of juice within him swirling with every step, unseen waves crashing around.
The husky watched on in awe, stunned at Thoron backing up his earlier boast about still being able to walk as a berry. Thoron's pace gradually increased as he went, the fox almost making the feat look easy. Sure he wasn't winning any marathons—unless they were against fellow berries—but such impressive mobility was a miracle in of itself.
“I can't believe you can actually move around like that,” the husky admitted, stepping up to get a closer look at how the fox's body was handling the stroll. “The previous testers weren't able to move an inch, aside from a few accidentally rolling around.”
“Oh, I can do that too. Watch this!” Thoron smirked.
The massive berry fox stopped waddling, then began rocking himself back-and-forth. As expected he eventually tipped over onto his round back. His momentum was maintained, though, and after a few more precise wobbles Thoron once again rolled onto his paws, upright and ready to continue on his way.
“Not—whoo—not as easy as waddling,” Thoron said, panting. “Still great knowing a push won't put me out of commission!”
“You're full of surprises Mr. Thoron,” the husky replied.
Thoron continued his little show, taking full advantage of his berry free-time to enjoy himself. The excitement built within him as the minutes ticked away, the fox knowing that soon his temporarily affliction would be a delightfully permanent one, the start of a new life as a permaberry. He'd be in a perpetual state of swelling up, able to spend all day as a sloshy orb if he so pleased, only juicing when he felt the need. An gentle, chiming alarm from the husky's watch marked the momentous occasion, and Thoron nearly made him jump as he boisterously celebrated.
Soon the double-doors opened, and a pair of assistants arrived to help roll Thoron to examination. There the fox was poked and prodded some more, enduring a seemingly endless array of tests to check for any unwanted side-affects. The scientists looking Thoron over were far less chatty than the husky had been, more interested in the fox's circumference or how much juice his body contained. Unsurprisingly, Thoron was grateful when they finally congratulated him on the good bill of health and had him sent to the juicing chamber.
Like most of the rooms Thoron had seen in the facility, the juicing chamber was a featureless sea of white, interrupted only by a few large tanks connected to a series of tubes that hung from the ceiling. The blueberry fox was carefully rolled underneath the central hose and brought upright again. He'd gone through juicings enough in his lifetime to guess how the procedure went, and happily opened his mouth wide so the assistants could guide the hose down in to his juice-filled middle. A loud hum from the tanks and rattling of the tube heralded the start of juicing.
Right away Thoron felt his internal pressure being relieved. His hide contracted as the juice was pumped right out of his body at a steady pace, the fox shifting slightly as he gradually began to regain mobility. Thoron's limbs were becoming visible once more, his form still fairly spherical but not nearly on the level he'd been as a full blueberry. Deflating was an even odder feeling than inflating was, especially after adjusting to carrying around so many gallons of juice. Over time Thoron's muscles faded back into view, starting with those on his arms and legs. He couldn't resist flexing a little once they were drained, despite still sporting a shrinking beach ball of a belly.
Thoron's abs finally flattened down, the machinery coming to a halt once he was fully juiced. Now the only hint of the fox's berry adventure was the bright blue coloration that dominated his fur and hair, which would linger for a while longer until vanishing away as well. He chuckled as he was handed a complementary set of clothing as blue as he was, somewhat stretchy ware to replace the old stuff that'd been shredded during berrification. A neat copy of his measurements as a berry were prepared, as well as a generous coupon for a tailor specializing in outfits for permaberries, and his paycheck of course. Thoron left the facility eager to go shopping for his new wardrobe, the realization of his permaberry dream settling in...
thoron, involving him deciding to start a new life as a permaberry! Thoron's love of being a blueberry convinces him to seek out permanent berrification...
The Willing Permaberry
By: IndigoRho
Bright florescent lights flickered on, illuminating the sterile white walls and tile floor of a rather nondescript room devoid of furniture. The wide double-doors to the room opened soon after, a short husky in a lab coat walking in mid-conversation.
“Alright Mr. Thoron, we'll be conducting the product trial right here in Observation Room 2B,” the husky said, scanning over his clipboard as he talked. “Afterward you'll be brought to a special examination room for evaluation, then a complimentary juicing of course.”
Behind the husky was a taller fox, his long blonde hair tied back in a pony-tail and an enthusiastic grin on his face. The athletic shorts and tank-top he wore expertly showcased the muscles the bodybuilder had worked hard to cultivate over the years; in general Thoron was considered to be a shining example of peak physical condition.
“Great! Can't wait to get started,” Thoron replied with glee, before eying a few conspicuous drains in the floor and pointing them out. “Anything I should be worried about?”
The husky gave a quick smile back. “Our mixture is very carefully calculated to prevent accidents, those are just to handle the inevitable leaking of juice.” For a moment he was silent, obviously debating something, until he took a gulp and spoke up. “If you don't mind me asking, why exactly would someone in as great a shape as you be interested in testing our new permaberry drink?”
Thoron had anticipated the question and was actually eager for it. “Have you ever become a blueberry yourself, just temporarily?”
“No, to be honest.”
“Shame, it's a wonderful sensation! The lead up alone is simply amazing, feeling that initial bubbling of juice, your whole body swelling bigger and bigger, watching everything slowly turn blue.” Thoron had a look of pure euphoria. “Then when you've expanded completely you can feel all the juice inside you, its weight, its movement. It's like containing a small lake all on your own!”
The husky chuckled. “I guess that does sound like a really interesting experience. I'm not sure how I'd feel about the immobility, though, not to mention being rolled around if my friends were with me.”
“Well that's where these come in,” Thoron replied, swiftly flexing his muscles. “Growing spherical doesn't make my strength go away, so even as a blueberry I can still comfortably waddle around. Serves as a pretty decent work out, too.”
“Huh, I hadn't considered that before,” the husky said, impressed. “Then again, why the permanency? I mean, there's obviously a market since we're testing a product specifically for it, but I've never been privy to those details myself.”
“I'm sure it's a little different with everyone, but for me at least it's all about the convenience of being able to round out whenever I want, for as long as I want, wherever I want,” Thoron grinned. “Plus with how often I go berry as it is, I'll be saving money in the long run!”
The husky appeared content with the answer. “Well then, shall we begin?”
Thoron nodded, and was soon handed an unassuming bottle filled with blueberry juice. Without any further prodding he spun the cap right off and chugged the bottle's contents in one go, not letting a single drop of the precious liquid escape his lips. Then there was nothing else to do but wait. Both the husky and Thoron patiently watched for signs of change, though the first was a cool, tingling sensation within Thoron's stomach. He grinned again, experienced enough to know the berrification was beginning.
The excited fox's middle suddenly began to puff out, the faint sounds of bubbling juice echoing within. Soon Thoron was sporting an impressive muscle-gut that strained his tank-top to its very limits. From the tip of his muzzle a splotch of blue appeared, inching forwards out from his nose and painting his naturally orange and cream fur little-by-little. The change in coloration was elsewhere as well. His fingertips shifted from dark brown to blue, and fresh circles were stained into his tight tank-top where his nipples and belly button were covered. While many would have watched such a transformation with unease or worry, Thoron reveled in the obvious signs of change. He tapped his rounding gut with both paws as he listened to the seams of his tank-top creak under pressure, his pecs beginning to swell up a bit as well.
Thoron proudly posed and readjusted his stance to better handle expanding, showing off his blueberry experience in the process. His tank-top inevitably lost the battle against his swelling middle, shredding apart and falling to the ground in tatters, round blue gut now fully exposed. The husky watched on with curiosity, jotting down the occasional note as he slowly circled the bloating fox. By now the roots of Thoron's long hair were turning blue as well.
More and more juice steadily bubbled within Thoron, filling him up. His abs finally faded as his muscle-gut turned into a full-on keg, every slight wobble provoking a muffled, yet audible splash. Firm muscles softened as juice started pumping into his arms and legs, puffing them up till they stiffened once more. General mobility was greatly reduced as his form became less defined and more spherical. Only a few traces of his old fur color remained, mostly replaced by the deep blue. He could feel his hide stretching and the pressure inside him growing, but Thoron welcomed it, knowing he'd soon get to spend the rest of the afternoon as a bloated berry.
Every trace of Thoron's well-maintained body vanished as the transformation neared completion. His arms and legs swelled into domes, his wiggling paws perched atop them, while his head sunk into his newly spherical form. Just as promised, the production of juice came to a comfortable halt, leaving the fox a perfect blueberry.
The husky gave Thoron's hide a few careful pokes, testing its tautness and keeping an eye out for any leakage of juice. There was a small trickle coming from the fox's naval as well as his mouth, but nothing beyond acceptable levels. “Feeling any discomfort Mr. Thoron? Any sensation of overpressure?”
Thoron grinned and shook his head as best he could. “Nope, feeling great!”
“Excellent.” The husky checked off a few boxes on his paperwork. “Now you'll need to remain in this state for at least an hour before we move you to be thoroughly evaluated. That will ensure the effects of your berrification will remain permanent after juicing occurs. Taking into account projected transport time, you'll only have half-an-hour to change your mind if you start getting second thoughts about permanency.”
“Trust me, I don't think I've ever been more certain in something than becoming a permaberry,” Thoron laughed. “If anything it'll be a bummer to only spend an hour like this!”
The husky was still a little perplexed by Thoron's decision, but he felt the fox's enthusiasm was undoubtedly genuine. “I'm glad to hear that. Now, I'll remain here throughout the duration just as a precaution, though you're free to do whatever you'd like in the meantime.” Not that he really knew what a giant berry could do on their own.
As if he could hear the husky's thoughts, Thoron decided a little demonstration was in order. The fox took a deep breath and wobbled gently from side to side, getting a feel for his altered weight and balance. For most, becoming a berry meant losing all useful mobility, putting them at the mercy of anyone nearby. Thoron's active lifestyle and dedication to bodybuilding gave him a significant advantage over normal people. With a bit of effort he began to waddle forwards, treading carefully so he didn't stumble and roll over. He could feel the gallons of juice within him swirling with every step, unseen waves crashing around.
The husky watched on in awe, stunned at Thoron backing up his earlier boast about still being able to walk as a berry. Thoron's pace gradually increased as he went, the fox almost making the feat look easy. Sure he wasn't winning any marathons—unless they were against fellow berries—but such impressive mobility was a miracle in of itself.
“I can't believe you can actually move around like that,” the husky admitted, stepping up to get a closer look at how the fox's body was handling the stroll. “The previous testers weren't able to move an inch, aside from a few accidentally rolling around.”
“Oh, I can do that too. Watch this!” Thoron smirked.
The massive berry fox stopped waddling, then began rocking himself back-and-forth. As expected he eventually tipped over onto his round back. His momentum was maintained, though, and after a few more precise wobbles Thoron once again rolled onto his paws, upright and ready to continue on his way.
“Not—whoo—not as easy as waddling,” Thoron said, panting. “Still great knowing a push won't put me out of commission!”
“You're full of surprises Mr. Thoron,” the husky replied.
Thoron continued his little show, taking full advantage of his berry free-time to enjoy himself. The excitement built within him as the minutes ticked away, the fox knowing that soon his temporarily affliction would be a delightfully permanent one, the start of a new life as a permaberry. He'd be in a perpetual state of swelling up, able to spend all day as a sloshy orb if he so pleased, only juicing when he felt the need. An gentle, chiming alarm from the husky's watch marked the momentous occasion, and Thoron nearly made him jump as he boisterously celebrated.
Soon the double-doors opened, and a pair of assistants arrived to help roll Thoron to examination. There the fox was poked and prodded some more, enduring a seemingly endless array of tests to check for any unwanted side-affects. The scientists looking Thoron over were far less chatty than the husky had been, more interested in the fox's circumference or how much juice his body contained. Unsurprisingly, Thoron was grateful when they finally congratulated him on the good bill of health and had him sent to the juicing chamber.
Like most of the rooms Thoron had seen in the facility, the juicing chamber was a featureless sea of white, interrupted only by a few large tanks connected to a series of tubes that hung from the ceiling. The blueberry fox was carefully rolled underneath the central hose and brought upright again. He'd gone through juicings enough in his lifetime to guess how the procedure went, and happily opened his mouth wide so the assistants could guide the hose down in to his juice-filled middle. A loud hum from the tanks and rattling of the tube heralded the start of juicing.
Right away Thoron felt his internal pressure being relieved. His hide contracted as the juice was pumped right out of his body at a steady pace, the fox shifting slightly as he gradually began to regain mobility. Thoron's limbs were becoming visible once more, his form still fairly spherical but not nearly on the level he'd been as a full blueberry. Deflating was an even odder feeling than inflating was, especially after adjusting to carrying around so many gallons of juice. Over time Thoron's muscles faded back into view, starting with those on his arms and legs. He couldn't resist flexing a little once they were drained, despite still sporting a shrinking beach ball of a belly.
Thoron's abs finally flattened down, the machinery coming to a halt once he was fully juiced. Now the only hint of the fox's berry adventure was the bright blue coloration that dominated his fur and hair, which would linger for a while longer until vanishing away as well. He chuckled as he was handed a complementary set of clothing as blue as he was, somewhat stretchy ware to replace the old stuff that'd been shredded during berrification. A neat copy of his measurements as a berry were prepared, as well as a generous coupon for a tailor specializing in outfits for permaberries, and his paycheck of course. Thoron left the facility eager to go shopping for his new wardrobe, the realization of his permaberry dream settling in...
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