juicyfruitmen:

I was immune. About 2% of the male population was immune. So I took advantage of it. I wanted to try all the flavors and I did. But what I really wanted was a Blueberry. So when I saw one working the massage tables at the local gym I couldn’t resist. I signed up for the next available time and wrote a little note implying I’d like some special time with the masseur. Finally he called me in. He stripped me, laid me down, and began to rub massage oil all over my body. When he reached my mouth he pried it open and jammed his cock inside. It was delicious. The most potent of all the fruits I had tasted. I swallowed gulp after gulp after mouthful after mouthful of his fruity juice until he was all dried up. I looked up expecting to see a look of confusion at seeing my unchanged body but he just smiled down at me. I felt his cock tense again and his balls tighten as I tasted a blast of fruity but salty fluid. I pulled his cock out as another blast splattered my cheek. “You tought I didn’t recognize you? You’re the human who thinks he is better than us. You use my people as sources for pleasure but you don’t give us that same pleasure in return. But you didn’t know that Blueberries could still cum did you? We barely need to because juicing is so much better. But you needed something a bit more potent to change you.“ I should have run. I should have been angry. I should have been scared. But I was excited. This was perfect. Blueberries were my favorite and now I would BE a Blueberry. It started in my face. A tingling. I knew it was the pigment being rewritten. My mind would change soon to accept and want these changes but I was way ahead of it. I gulped down the semen in my mouth as I felt the tingle spread over the rest of my head. I felt my stomach rumble as the blue semen began to change my insides. It would be absorbed by my organs and replace all my fluids with juice. My stomach acid, urine, sweat, even my blood would all be juice. The skin changes accelerated now that it was also spreading from my belly. I knew I didn’t have to wait long. I would be a full blueberry soon. I was complete. I was ready. I was a blueberry. I could still feel his cum dripping down my face and I began to feel the juices build up in my sac and my ass. But something wasn’t right. Or it was very right. My brain felt fuzzy. It felt….juicy. I was filling up in my pecs, my arms, my feet, my cock, everywhere. I didn’t understand. I had only been a Blueberry for a minute at most! "I should have told you before that the special massage oil is a gift from the Fruit Bar. We use it on new recruits to the Blueberry ranks to instantly make them into their final stage. More juice means more happy customers.” My human self was now terrified but I wasn’t human and that part of me no longer mattered. I had more juice to give. That was good. Juice was good. “This gym seems a little too human for my tastes. With you oozing your juice on every machine and filling all the drinks with your new fluids I think we’ll have a much more blue atmosphere in here. Too bad you’re too far gone to even enjoy anything besides being juiced.”

I wish this blog were still going. These fruit men varieties are very hot.

banlieumorphs:

“Fuuuuuck yeah! Look at this monster! I’m huuuuge! How much bigger do you think I can get?“

“Dude, you can’t even move anymore?!”

“Let’s start with a couple dozen feet and then maybe some more…”

This has been super fun, so here’s the full growth cycle + plus two extra images at the end. I’m not super happy about their quality but probably added them anyhow for those of you who are into some serious hyper growth.

If temporary, I’m all for growth like this. Let’s do it! You? Me? Fun either way.