Verity Blue was a megastar. There was no denying it. She was bigger than any other trash singer,  her own words. 
You see Verity had a vanity problem, she was the apple of her own eye. She was the only thing in her own eyes, she couldn’t get enough of herself. Nor could anyone else. She sure was big, and only getting bigger. Her newfound fame fuelled her narcissism, she could act like a brat, and still her many assistants would swarm around her like flies to a turd. She was a little rotten after all. She didn’t reach her fame by being a nice person. Oh the hands she had to stand on to get where she is today. All the people she had bullied and tormented as she climbed into stardom. The funny thing was that fate, had very different plans for Verity. Though it agreed. She was definitely going to be…the ‘biggest’. And her legacy would grow large, was she to redefine what it really means to be a POPstar?

It was her busiest show yet, a packed out stadium, her first arena tour. She wasn’t nervous, she didn’t need to be. People would come and pay to worship her, either way, desperately reaching out , hoping she would see them. But she wouldn’t , she couldn’t, she could only see herself…as she grew larger. She didn’t care about them, her fans just fed her full. Stuffed her pockets and inflated her - already swollen ego. All she wanted was more , she craved to be the biggest yet.
Fuck that.
The biggest ever.
And oh boy was she lucky, she was in for a real treat.

The lights erupted, the backing dancers emerged, mysteriously gliding across the stage. A blast of confetti and fireworks, a puff of blue smoke. And Verity Blue herself descended from the rafters attached to a harness looking like a beautiful star. Once her delicate toes touched the stage, she was unclipped, ready to perform.

She burst through her bubblegum pop songs, fans screaming their guts out. They loved her. Cheered her on, fed her.
After a stream of high energy hits she stopped to address her sold out stadium. 
She had been informed that there would be a special guest joining her on stage tonight, a surprise even she was unaware of. Something her music label had planned for her. A treat for her. A way of showing her just how big she could be. Verity wasn’t very pleased with this at all, she didn’t like being kept out of the loop of things. She had to be in control. She certainly couldn’t bear to share the stage with someone else. The stage was hers to fill, there was no room for anyone else. This was verity’s show after all. Her big moment. But alas , her bosses pulled the strings, as for them she was a pretty puppet that danced and sung , pulling in the cash. But she had forgotten her place, gotten too big for her own good, they thought she needed to be reminded, taught a lesson. Shown what it really meant to blow up. 
They wanted to see how big she could get.

She had been instructed to announce the surprise guests arrival, who would come on stage to deliver a special gift for her. As long as the spotlight was still focusing on Verity Blue, and she was being given gifts, she would allow this mystery person to bathe in her glorious presence. She went along with it.
A drum roll, the suspense was kicking in.
The lights go out, pitch black.
The entire arena holds their breath.

A bright singular spotlight shines onto the stage , lighting up the silhouette of a man.
His shadow was that of a thin framed man, with a tall top hat and cane. The silence was louder than ever, she had not the faintest idea who he was or why her bosses had sent him to gatecrash her biggest show yet. She was furious. She had expected far more.
At least this weird man wouldn’t be able to upstage her, not that this would be possible soon. 
In his other hand he produced….
A blueberry.
A Small. Humble. Singular blueberry.He held it out like it was a crown jewel.
The audience didn’t know whether to laugh or applaud, but Verity was seething. Her glittering jaw locked in place as she strutted across the stage, leather boots clicking like warning shots.
“That’s it?” she hissed into her mic, voice sweet with venom. “You barge into my spotlight, during my tour, and you offer me… fruit?” She had broken character, her fake elastic smiles were taken straight off the menu.

The enigmatic man tipped his hat. “It’s more than a fruit, Miss Blue. It’s a taste of what’s to come.”
The crowd buzzed with curiosity. The cameras zoomed in. This was television gold.
Verity snatched it from his hand, twirled it between her manicured fingers, and popped it past her lips with a dramatic smirk, gulping it down, trying to rid the stage of this annoying little freak. She wanted all eyes on her, and that they were, eagerly anticipating what would happen next. 

Verity was blissfully unaware she was growing rather…impatient. She tried to shoo the top hatted man away, so she could get back to her well choreographed dances and high pitched song.
And then came the blue.
The spotlight followed her. the lighting operator was panicking, they surely thought they were getting fired, why was Verity Blue now actually blue? but the spotlight was still set to its normal tone. Her bright pink sequinned leotard lay upon her now bleached blue skin. It glistened as much as the glitter she wore. The funny thing was she hadn’t even noticed it yet, nobody had. she was waving her hips around and singing in her signature smooth voice. Soaking it all up. They thought it was all just part of the show.

But then her stomach gave a small gurgle—barely picked up by the mic on her chest. She coughed, once. Twice. Trying to keep the entire stadium in the palm of her hands, as she wiggled her curves like a snake charmer. Continuing to dance amongst the bizarre feeling bubbling up inside of her.

Then her stomach let out another growl , but this time the gurgling didn’t stop.

This time she noticed.
How could she not.

She tried to play it off, but what on earth was this strange feeling that was beginning. She couldn’t contain it, Like someone was slowly turning the tap on. But inside of her?
Her palm gently rested against her stomach, but she didn’t look down, she didn’t want them to notice something was off, the show must go on, yet she could feel something inside of her rumbling against her hand. She was feeling slower and heavier?

Her backing dancers stepped back confused,
looking amongst themselves to what was happening. 
The music cut, nobody knew what was happening. Verity had now become quickly aware of her skins new dark blue colouring, the man in the top hat was stood in the same spotlight, but he wasn’t blue. 
She was speechless, for the first time ever. She was about to speak , but a loud sloshing burp burst out of her as a surge of juice pumped into her momentarily throwing her off balance. She blushed, this was going to go viral.
The crowd roared with laughter, screams, gasps. As the front of her leotard bulged forward, her pristinely sculpted stomach, stretching outwards, quickly turning into a greedy gluttons gut. Some thought it was special effects, Others weren’t sure. But Verity felt it. And it sure wasn’t air. It wasn’t costume padding.
She was actually filling up.
Juice flowing through her body. Sloshing against her insides. All she could think about was how famous this would make her. But she didn’t want to be on the wrong end of the joke.

She stomped her foot, hands on her now noticeably softening hips. Her face a deep dark blue. “This is…” she gasped, “this is my show…”
The man in the hat simply bowed. “It still is. You’re becoming the biggest pop star in the world, aren’t you?”
Her body continued to swell, subtly but steadily. Her thighs pressed into one another, her boots squealing as zippers strained. The thigh high leather creaking as her once long supermodel legs plumped up in front of an entire stadium of shocked faces and phone cameras. Her belly rounded out further, protruding just past the line of her mic belt. Her arms felt heavy, full, she was deliciously taut.
Her once-delicate figure was blossoming—widening, lifting, bloating. Her bodies grotesque sounds were playing through the arenas speakers, everyone could hear her swelling. Gurgling, burping and belching as she pumped up. Her mic cut off as the belts elastic had reached its peak, bursting wide open, flinging the microphone across the stage, smashed to pieces. Her belly wobbled and doubled in size as it broke free. She was too big to walk, shifting between her thick stump like legs , struggling to turn around and see her bodies greedy downfall projected on the big screens for all to see.
The music began. A new track now, unfamiliar…warped. She looked around, who dared play music she wasn’t singing. 
Her name echoed, layered over and over, as though sung by a chorus of syrupy-sweet voices.
They teased her as she helplessly gurgled and moaned, her body filling with juice. Her hands desperately trying to reaching down and rub her swollen gut.  “I thought I’d have my friends sing something for you” the man in the top hat smiled.
And with that their voices filled the stadium.

Oompa Loompa doo-ba-dee-dooWe’ve got a juicy tale for you.Oompa Loompa doo-ba-dee-deeVerity Blue's as vain as can be!

She sang her songs with glitter and sass,Stepped on the backs of folks to surpass.Worshipped her name in the mirror each day,Till something sweet got in her way…

What do you get when you crave every cheer?Gobble up fame and ignore every jeer?Gorge on applause till you bloat with pride—What happens when there's no more room inside?

We know the answer… oh yes, we do...Just ask poor miss Verity Blue!

Oompa Loompa doo-ba-dee-DOLLShe wanted to be the biggest of all.
If you're not careful with all that you chew...You just might pop like Verity Blue!

The audience burst into applause, they loved it. Verity not so much.
She raised her arms as if conducting the sound, but it  was her belly and breasts lifting them out to the side as they uncontrollably bulged out. Her belly bounced and wobbled with the motion. She grew even larger. Her leotard pulled tight across her bust, which now strained dramatically as her breast pumped themselves up.
“More,” she begged, it felt amazing.
The man stepped close, just beside her now.
“You want it all, don’t you?” he said. “The spotlight. The applause. The fame.”
She nodded, lips now glossy and blue.
“So how big can you be?” he whispered.
Another bloop. Her whole body surged outward. The swell was faster now. She was leaking out her tits, juice was flowing down her thighs. soft, sweet, like syrup pouring down a glass. Her midsection ballooned further forward. Her hips rounded out dramatically, ass cheeks squishing together, her leotard was getting sucked into her swelling crotch  lifting slightly off the ground from the pressure. She gave a breathy moan of indulgence. She liked the feeling. 
The audience was stunned silent now. No one was sure if this was art… or alchemy.
Verity’s limbs puffed outwards. Her cheeks were bulging, the juice had nowhere else to go now, she was full to the brim, anymore and she might pop. She looked an icon, a giant blueberry goddess on stage. She moaned, fruity gasps. She couldn’t see her feet anymore—just curve after curve of herself, glistening under the lights.
She tilted her head back. Her voice, soft and warbling, rose through the speakers.
“Mmmph everybody watch me…”
She was glowing, pulsing with pride. She was a star, 
“Ughhh mmmphh I’m the biggest”.
consuming all the attention in the room. Her ego had taken form, a juicy, spherical form.
POP.
The sound echoed through the mic—her clothing finally tearing off. Revealing her nude wobbling pudge. 
She didn’t burst. Not quite.
But she had grown too large to perform. Too large to move. Too large to do anything except be seen.
And that, perhaps, was all she ever wanted.
The crowd rose to their feet. Not in panic… but applause. Thunderous, endless, wild applause.
Verity Blue had finally become the biggest pop star in the world.She had truly blown up.

Images (theinflationwizard , booberries, luvemripe)


Blueberry POP-star (STORY IN CAPTION)