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Ceejay drinks a mysterious blueberry cider at a frat party and finds himself swelling up with juice...
Blueberry Ceejay
By: Indi
Ceejay grinned as he caught sight of an ignored six pack of beer sitting on the table, something he’d yet to try that night. The chubby cat knew it was a cheaper brand—definitely the worst beer he’d spotted at the frat party that night. Still, he’d made it his quest to drink one of everything. A can was grabbed, opened, and pressed to Ceejay’s lips in what felt like a single, smooth movement. He didn’t bother nursing the bad drink, opting instead to chug it all at once just to get it over with.
Once only a few stray drops were falling from the can he crushed it out of spite. The cat winced and frowned at the unsavory aftertaste, but his steady buzz had him smiling again in no time. As did sinking the beer can into the garbage on the other end of the table.
He was just about to start mingling again when he happened to glance over at the kitchen entry. While there wasn’t likely to be any new booze there, Ceejay couldn’t help but give it a quick look. Even if he didn’t find anything new he might find something cold.
No one had really drifted to the kitchen to chat, so Ceejay found it empty aside from a frat member retrieving a beer from the fridge. They didn’t linger, giving the cat a nod in acknowledgment before heading on their way. The inside of the fridge was a bit of a mess.
Tightly packed boxes of leftovers, random sodas, questionable milk. There were a couple stray beers, but they were all ones Ceejay had indulged in already that night. On the verge of giving up, the cat spotted a bottle hiding in the very back on a low shelf. Snagging it took effort, but he was rewarded with a bottle of blue cider.
It wasn’t a brand he recognized—and the logo of a round, smiling cat would’ve been hard to forget. The label said it was a blueberry cider. Not only was it booze he hadn’t tried that night, but it was booze he’d never tried at all. A double win! The fridge door was closed and a bottle opener located.
His first swig of the cider was a bit big for a taste-test, but Ceejay wasn’t disappointed. The liquor was almost unnoticeable, dominated by the fruitiness. He felt like he could’ve easily guzzled the drink until he actually was as round as a blueberry. The thought made him snicker. By the time Ceejay left the kitchen he’d already drained half the bottle, and was hoping he’d find a few more sitting around.
A chill spread out from Ceejay’s stomach as the cider settled in. Not that he noticed. There was just too much else to take in at the party. The music, the dancing, the people. If anything a little cool down felt nice.
But beneath Ceejay’s purple jersey more was happening. His fur had started to turn the same shade of blue as the cider he was happily chugging. Just like the chill it spread outward from his middle. The emptied bottle was ditched in a nearly overflowing garbage can just as his paws changed. Only when Ceejay’s face was blue did others notice. He got a few odd looks and a giggle, but no one mentioned it directly, leaving him oblivious.
The cool sensation in Ceejay’s stomach grew, joined by bubbling and sloshing. Then his belly began ballooning outward. It was a steady swell, the cat’s middle growing rounder and heavier as it filled with juice. Anywhere else Ceejay would’ve noticed right away, but the party offered far too many distractions. Even his jersey riding up to reveal a blue ball gut went unnoticed by him.
But not by a friend passing by.
“Dude, did you do a keg stand when I wasn’t looking? And dye yourself blue?”
Ceejay turned to face the familiar voice of August, a gray lion. As he did the juice in his belly splashed about, very suddenly making him aware that something wasn’t right. Upon looking down at his gut he nearly jumped in fright.
“Wh-What’s happening to me!!”
August—who wasn’t quite as drunk as Ceejay—gave the cat’s blimping belly a poke. “Probably just turning into a blueberry.”
The obvious answer didn’t calm Ceejay down any. He gripped his gut with both paws, feeling it swell. “I need something to stop the swelling! They’ve gotta have meds for that here, right?”
“Probably?” August shrugged, not exactly concerned about his friend’s predicament. Berrification wasn’t exactly rare, and both felines had become berries before. “I wouldn’t know where to look, though. Honestly there’s no way you’d be able to waddle to them in time—just accept you’re gonna be two kinds of sloshed tonight.”
“Not funny!” Ceejay stumbled as his swiftly progressing berrification made his body heavier and awkward.
His belly was massive, the swelling having already spread enough for him to be taking on a vaguely spherical shape. Even his limbs were puffing up with juice. Seams on his pants and jersey were tearing apart, his clothes unable to handle his expanding body. From his navel he felt a cool trickle of juice leaking out, running down his massive middle. The slightest movements made the juice inside him splash, making the cat feel like a living keg.
And worst of all, the rest of the party was beginning to notice.
There was laughter and gawking, fingers and phones pointed in his direction. Anyone who hadn’t seen the inflating cat was quickly alerted. A shifting crowd formed around Ceejay.
“August, dude, you gotta help me! I can’t end up as a berry here! There’ll be so much teasing and poking and rolling—and all the photos!” Ceejay was blushing bright purple.
“Well ya should’ve thought about that before you turned yourself into a berry!”
“It wasn’t on purpose!” the cat insisted loudly enough to slosh the juices within. “It had to have been that blueberry cider I drank!” Ceejay whimpered a little as his limbs swelled into domes and sunk into his now immense body.
“That was one heck of a cider. You went from cat to berry so fast I don’t think anyone had a chance to record it,” August said, giving his friend’s taut side a teasing prod and watching as the leak from his navel sped up slightly. “What brand was it?”
Ceejay wobbled gently back and forth from the lion’s poke. “I don’t know! It just had some round cat on the label. Please, roll me out back or down the street—anywhere but here!”
The mention of the label seemed to spark a memory in August, who promptly began ignoring Ceejay. He muttered something under his breath and wandered off.
“W-Wait, don’t leave me here!
With August gone the crowd felt free to close in. Paws were pressing against every side of the now spherical cat. The added pressure caused him to gargle up juice, two little streams running down his chin. Someone he couldn’t see was fingering his navel to plug the leak there. Ceejay wiggled his paws and made empty threats, but no one was about to be intimidated by a blueberry. Eventually someone gave him an outright shove, rolling him onto his back, more helpless than before.
As the hoard of drunks started rolling Ceejay around like a giant ball, the cat became uncomfortably aware that he hadn’t stopped growing. His paws were still sinking further into his body, his hide still stretching, the juices still bubbling. Ceejay hadn’t experienced such growth any of the previous times he’d turned into a berry.
A random shove rolled Ceejay back onto his paws, but now his head was sunken in to the point where his chin was angled slightly upward. His fears were right, he was still swelling!
Before he could truly panic he heard August’s approaching laugh. “Well Ceejay, I sure hope you like being round, cause that’s gonna be your shape for the foreseeable future.”
“What? Why!!”
August tapped the empty cider bottle he was holding on Ceejay’s orb of a body. “Well you managed to down one of the most potent berrification drinks available. I believe one of their slogans mentions something about a guaranteed permaberry with every bottle?”
Ceejay let out a meow of dismay, wiggling what little of his paws remained jutting from his body. “Hurry and juice me then, before it’s too late!”
“Dude it was too late the second you started turning blue. But hey, spherical’s a good look for cats!”
“N-No! I can’t be a permaberry!!”
Unfortunately nothing Ceejay said could change reality. His paws were pulled into his enormous form, only making him look rounder. Little-by-little his head sunk, until all he could see were the flashes of cameras.
The juice was flowing from his mouth steadily enough to prevent him from pleading, and his navel was leaking so much he probably could’ve been tapped like a keg. Ceejay was suddenly very worried the frat would do just that—roll him into a spare room and keep him on tap for future parties, their own personal permaberry. Or maybe that’s what August was waiting for. His friend hadn’t shown the least bit of concern about his fate, after all. The possibilities were as endless as they were embarrassing.
He was permanently flustered, his glasses and hat steadily pushed off as his head nearly vanished completely. Regret over his obsession with tasting every beer at the party hit hard, just in time for the muffled sloshing of his own body to fill his ears.
The new permaberry would get used to it...eventually.
TheHeliumTiger!Ceejay drinks a mysterious blueberry cider at a frat party and finds himself swelling up with juice...
Blueberry Ceejay
By: Indi
Ceejay grinned as he caught sight of an ignored six pack of beer sitting on the table, something he’d yet to try that night. The chubby cat knew it was a cheaper brand—definitely the worst beer he’d spotted at the frat party that night. Still, he’d made it his quest to drink one of everything. A can was grabbed, opened, and pressed to Ceejay’s lips in what felt like a single, smooth movement. He didn’t bother nursing the bad drink, opting instead to chug it all at once just to get it over with.
Once only a few stray drops were falling from the can he crushed it out of spite. The cat winced and frowned at the unsavory aftertaste, but his steady buzz had him smiling again in no time. As did sinking the beer can into the garbage on the other end of the table.
He was just about to start mingling again when he happened to glance over at the kitchen entry. While there wasn’t likely to be any new booze there, Ceejay couldn’t help but give it a quick look. Even if he didn’t find anything new he might find something cold.
No one had really drifted to the kitchen to chat, so Ceejay found it empty aside from a frat member retrieving a beer from the fridge. They didn’t linger, giving the cat a nod in acknowledgment before heading on their way. The inside of the fridge was a bit of a mess.
Tightly packed boxes of leftovers, random sodas, questionable milk. There were a couple stray beers, but they were all ones Ceejay had indulged in already that night. On the verge of giving up, the cat spotted a bottle hiding in the very back on a low shelf. Snagging it took effort, but he was rewarded with a bottle of blue cider.
It wasn’t a brand he recognized—and the logo of a round, smiling cat would’ve been hard to forget. The label said it was a blueberry cider. Not only was it booze he hadn’t tried that night, but it was booze he’d never tried at all. A double win! The fridge door was closed and a bottle opener located.
His first swig of the cider was a bit big for a taste-test, but Ceejay wasn’t disappointed. The liquor was almost unnoticeable, dominated by the fruitiness. He felt like he could’ve easily guzzled the drink until he actually was as round as a blueberry. The thought made him snicker. By the time Ceejay left the kitchen he’d already drained half the bottle, and was hoping he’d find a few more sitting around.
A chill spread out from Ceejay’s stomach as the cider settled in. Not that he noticed. There was just too much else to take in at the party. The music, the dancing, the people. If anything a little cool down felt nice.
But beneath Ceejay’s purple jersey more was happening. His fur had started to turn the same shade of blue as the cider he was happily chugging. Just like the chill it spread outward from his middle. The emptied bottle was ditched in a nearly overflowing garbage can just as his paws changed. Only when Ceejay’s face was blue did others notice. He got a few odd looks and a giggle, but no one mentioned it directly, leaving him oblivious.
The cool sensation in Ceejay’s stomach grew, joined by bubbling and sloshing. Then his belly began ballooning outward. It was a steady swell, the cat’s middle growing rounder and heavier as it filled with juice. Anywhere else Ceejay would’ve noticed right away, but the party offered far too many distractions. Even his jersey riding up to reveal a blue ball gut went unnoticed by him.
But not by a friend passing by.
“Dude, did you do a keg stand when I wasn’t looking? And dye yourself blue?”
Ceejay turned to face the familiar voice of August, a gray lion. As he did the juice in his belly splashed about, very suddenly making him aware that something wasn’t right. Upon looking down at his gut he nearly jumped in fright.
“Wh-What’s happening to me!!”
August—who wasn’t quite as drunk as Ceejay—gave the cat’s blimping belly a poke. “Probably just turning into a blueberry.”
The obvious answer didn’t calm Ceejay down any. He gripped his gut with both paws, feeling it swell. “I need something to stop the swelling! They’ve gotta have meds for that here, right?”
“Probably?” August shrugged, not exactly concerned about his friend’s predicament. Berrification wasn’t exactly rare, and both felines had become berries before. “I wouldn’t know where to look, though. Honestly there’s no way you’d be able to waddle to them in time—just accept you’re gonna be two kinds of sloshed tonight.”
“Not funny!” Ceejay stumbled as his swiftly progressing berrification made his body heavier and awkward.
His belly was massive, the swelling having already spread enough for him to be taking on a vaguely spherical shape. Even his limbs were puffing up with juice. Seams on his pants and jersey were tearing apart, his clothes unable to handle his expanding body. From his navel he felt a cool trickle of juice leaking out, running down his massive middle. The slightest movements made the juice inside him splash, making the cat feel like a living keg.
And worst of all, the rest of the party was beginning to notice.
There was laughter and gawking, fingers and phones pointed in his direction. Anyone who hadn’t seen the inflating cat was quickly alerted. A shifting crowd formed around Ceejay.
“August, dude, you gotta help me! I can’t end up as a berry here! There’ll be so much teasing and poking and rolling—and all the photos!” Ceejay was blushing bright purple.
“Well ya should’ve thought about that before you turned yourself into a berry!”
“It wasn’t on purpose!” the cat insisted loudly enough to slosh the juices within. “It had to have been that blueberry cider I drank!” Ceejay whimpered a little as his limbs swelled into domes and sunk into his now immense body.
“That was one heck of a cider. You went from cat to berry so fast I don’t think anyone had a chance to record it,” August said, giving his friend’s taut side a teasing prod and watching as the leak from his navel sped up slightly. “What brand was it?”
Ceejay wobbled gently back and forth from the lion’s poke. “I don’t know! It just had some round cat on the label. Please, roll me out back or down the street—anywhere but here!”
The mention of the label seemed to spark a memory in August, who promptly began ignoring Ceejay. He muttered something under his breath and wandered off.
“W-Wait, don’t leave me here!
With August gone the crowd felt free to close in. Paws were pressing against every side of the now spherical cat. The added pressure caused him to gargle up juice, two little streams running down his chin. Someone he couldn’t see was fingering his navel to plug the leak there. Ceejay wiggled his paws and made empty threats, but no one was about to be intimidated by a blueberry. Eventually someone gave him an outright shove, rolling him onto his back, more helpless than before.
As the hoard of drunks started rolling Ceejay around like a giant ball, the cat became uncomfortably aware that he hadn’t stopped growing. His paws were still sinking further into his body, his hide still stretching, the juices still bubbling. Ceejay hadn’t experienced such growth any of the previous times he’d turned into a berry.
A random shove rolled Ceejay back onto his paws, but now his head was sunken in to the point where his chin was angled slightly upward. His fears were right, he was still swelling!
Before he could truly panic he heard August’s approaching laugh. “Well Ceejay, I sure hope you like being round, cause that’s gonna be your shape for the foreseeable future.”
“What? Why!!”
August tapped the empty cider bottle he was holding on Ceejay’s orb of a body. “Well you managed to down one of the most potent berrification drinks available. I believe one of their slogans mentions something about a guaranteed permaberry with every bottle?”
Ceejay let out a meow of dismay, wiggling what little of his paws remained jutting from his body. “Hurry and juice me then, before it’s too late!”
“Dude it was too late the second you started turning blue. But hey, spherical’s a good look for cats!”
“N-No! I can’t be a permaberry!!”
Unfortunately nothing Ceejay said could change reality. His paws were pulled into his enormous form, only making him look rounder. Little-by-little his head sunk, until all he could see were the flashes of cameras.
The juice was flowing from his mouth steadily enough to prevent him from pleading, and his navel was leaking so much he probably could’ve been tapped like a keg. Ceejay was suddenly very worried the frat would do just that—roll him into a spare room and keep him on tap for future parties, their own personal permaberry. Or maybe that’s what August was waiting for. His friend hadn’t shown the least bit of concern about his fate, after all. The possibilities were as endless as they were embarrassing.
He was permanently flustered, his glasses and hat steadily pushed off as his head nearly vanished completely. Regret over his obsession with tasting every beer at the party hit hard, just in time for the muffled sloshing of his own body to fill his ears.
The new permaberry would get used to it...eventually.
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