Angie Berry Date

Series: Trapped in an Otome Game

Characters: Angelica, Leon

Contains: Female blueberry inflation

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It all started with insecurity. Or perhaps it was a bit of jealousy? No, it certainly went back to that tea. A seemingly normal tea party was thrown into disarray when the leaves had been tainted.

Because of that, Angelica Rapha Redgrave had been turned into a human blueberry. Her skin was permanently dyed blue, and she continuously swelled with juice. It has been a month since then, and she had to be juiced twice weekly. If she didn’t, then she would swell into an engorged sphere. 

If it went beyond that, Angelica didn’t know. She could grow even larger or perhaps pop. The thought gave her a slight chill.

Either way, the occasional curve to her figure caused by swelling and the blue state of her skin made Angelica feel nervous. She was envious of her friend Olivia, who swelled like her but with air. That meant she kept her fair, pale skin. It was natural that she’d feel jealous. Those jealous feelings didn’t turn to animosity but insecurity. She worried her fiancé, Leon Fou Bartfort, would be ashamed of her.

That was why she had stormed into his room and demanded they set out for a date!

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Leon didn’t know what was going on. In romantic matters, that is. He had been talking with Luxion, his cheat item AI, when Angie barged into his room and demanded they go to town together.

‘I bet she’s still uncomfortable about the whole blueberry thing. Not that I blame her.’ Leon thought. As the daughter of a Duke, Angie was in an incredibly lofty position. People would gossip about anything they could get their hands on. He didn’t care, though. Blueberry or not, he felt unworthy of her.

She was incredibly cute.

Angie’s hair was still a beautiful golden blonde, and her eyes were as red as rubies. The stark contrast of her blue skin made them shine even brighter.

It even complemented her outfit well—a fancy black blouse with a high-waisted red skirt. The material was incredibly expensive, but it was worth the quality. Yet it didn’t stand out too much. It was meant to add to Angie’s beauty, not overshadow it. 

One noticeable aspect of the outfit was the curve at the front. Angie’s stomach was hardly ever flat anymore. There was a slight curve caused by the latent juice inside. Leon was mostly aware of it because Angie was tucked into his side. She hugged his arm tightly, so it was hard for his hand to be anywhere else.

‘Maybe she’s using my body to hide it? Meh, fine with me.’ Leon thought and smiled at Angie. “So, did you want to go anywhere in particular? There’s that nice cafe.” He suggested.

“O-oh…sure. That sounds lovely.” Angie was cut off at first. She then smiled and squeezed his arm tighter. ‘I’m just being paranoid, aren’t I? Leon doesn’t mind me being a blueberry…maybe he’s into it?’

He wasn’t. Not really, at least. Back when the transformation ordeal happened, he was more upset his tea leaves had been TAINTED. He still needed payback on the one who did it.

That could wait. They were on a date for now!

Leon had the two sit in the back. He did this out of consideration for Angie, who might be nervous when people stare. It was also beneficial for him as some academy students threw verbal barbs his way. 

‘They’re still mad about the money they lost gambling. Heh, sucks to be them.’ Leon couldn’t help but smile and chuckle under his breath.

Angie didn’t interpret their seats the same way. ‘He must be embarrassed of me.’ She gripped her skirt and looked across the table at Leon. “Leon…am I still pretty?”

“Of course,” Leon didn’t miss a beat. “Still incredibly beautiful and out of my league.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Angie blushed, her cheeks turning a deeper blue. “I mean, with my current state. My skin and the fact that I swell up so often! I know Livia swells just the same, but she’s not completely blue…”

Leon felt a pang in his heart. “Angie, you’re still just as beautiful as Livia. Plus your boobs are still amazing, too.” The line was anything but suave, but Leon was terrible with romantic stuff. This was as close as he could come to being open.

Angie smiled and pulled something from her pocket. Leon’s words helped her, but she was relatively slim. She wanted to be sure he still loved her. ‘Leon, forgive me for testing you like this.’ She thought and drank the contents of a small vial.

This would bring the truth. Cleare had designed this substance to trigger Angelica’s growth. It would cause her to quickly swell to full size. That was it, though. She would reach full size and stop growing.

Angie’s stomach groaned and began to swell instantly. The high-waisted skirt stretched as the curve of her belly became more pronounced. The table hid this from Leon’s sight. That would give Angie some time to talk further. Though she quickly regretted not waiting for their tea to be prepared.

Leon already recognized Angie’s preferred tea leaves and ordered a cup for her. He even knew the perfect snacks to pair with it. Leon had been passionate about tea parties since before she met him, but some gossip around the academy said Leon couldn’t care less until the instructor explained the finer points of the art. This caused Angie to giggle, but she quickly ceased the noise. Each portion of the sound sent some pressure to her stomach. Her sound barely covered the SLLSHH her belly made as it surged outward three inches.

“You ok, Angie?” Leon asked. He had heard her giggle and suddenly stop. His eyes narrowed with suspicion when he saw how deeply she blushed. Her blue cheeks had turned violet, almost the same color as a night sky minus the stars.

Angie nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, I’m doing fine,” She murmured and moved her hands to her stomach. She rubbed and caressed the orb in an attempt to soothe it. There was hardly this much noise when she swelled gradually. Sloshes would be louder when she moved, and her stomach would gurgle occasionally. The latter was hardly different from someone who missed a meal. She had forgotten that the sounds were much, MUCH louder when she first swelled. Back then, it had been a rapid and drastic change of state, full of glunks, sloshes, and gurgles, that lasted well until she was juiced.

‘I know this is to see if Leon still finds me attractive. Ugh, it’s just too embarrassing.’ Angie tightened up. The stress didn’t joyfully mingle with the substance Cleare had made. Angie’s eyes widened with surprise as her hips and butt suddenly swelled. The juice had focused in her core, so her hips were neighbor to the effect. It was natural that juice would proliferate there. The sudden surge was what caught her by surprise. The volume…that, too, was staggering.

Enough juice had enhanced the curves of Angie’s rear that her head had shot up two inches in an instant. Her hips reached the edges of her chair and gently spilled over. These were temporary curves that would eventually be subsumed in the greater roundness her form would take. Still, it felt indecent for the daughter of a Duke to have these curves, or at least to so boldly wear an outfit that hugged them. Now, the ensemble hadn’t been nearly as tight moments prior, but that was besides the point.

The tea arrived in a pot. Leon did the gentlemanly thing and poured Angie’s cup. When he looked up at her, again, he was confused. Angie’s expression hadn’t changed, but her head seemed…higher. “Angie, ar-“

“My, this tea looks lovely!” Angie said and took her cup. She sipped from it and felt some relief. The groan from her stomach was more content, but Leon certainly heard it. Yet, he didn’t say anything…

That was because Leon didn’t know what to say. He knew that Angie’s body groaned and gurgled occasionally, but even he knew that was something she wouldn’t want to talk about. He simply settled in his seat and sipped his tea. Meanwhile, Angie continued to swell under his notice.

Angie had begun to sweat. It was from nervousness, but this too was an altered process. The droplets were not simply blue, reflecting the tone of her skin. Angie’s sweat was truly blue. She also noticed the scent of blueberries tickle her nose. ‘Fantastic…’ She thought, facetiously. No matter how much perfume Angie used, she smelled of blueberries. It was more pronounced the second she began to sweat.

It was hard not to. She felt her body grow with every second. Her stomach was now as large as a beachball. Her clothes stretched around its curves, while the table kept it hidden. She had continued to rub it with a free hand, but she could hardly do that now that the snacks had been served. One hand lifted her teacup, the other carried snacks to her mouth so she could nibble at them.

Truthfully, Angie couldn’t taste a thing. She was too nervous. It was only a matter of seconds before Leon would notice her. Then he would be so embarrassed to be seen with her that he would leave her on the spot!

Those paranoid thoughts were the furthest from the truth. Leon was more focused on the tea and snacks. ‘They’re ok,’ he thought. His standards were high thanks to his tea instructor. The only thing his eyes tracked to aside from his tea and Angie’s continuously nervous expression…was her chest. They were quick glances, ones that no one could be blamed for!

Leon was a boob man, plain and simple. While he valued Angie for all of her traits and qualities, he would never reject the notion that her chest was amazing. One of the upsides of the whole blueberry fiasco was that they occasionally got bigger. Now was one of those times.

Angie’s chest had started to swell as the pressure of the juice intensified. Her bust stretched the confines of her blouse as they gradually enlarged. First it was by the centimeter, then by inches. Each was already as large as her head, and they rocked about as she sipped her tea and ate her snacks. This was because her arms subtly dragged against them whenever they moved. Eventually, they began to slosh with such impacts.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Leon asked, but he continued before Angie could cut him off. “I’ll be honest, I don’t know anything about what your body goes through. Still, if today is a bad time, then we can reschedule our date.”

Angie was surprised. Leon STILL hadn’t noticed the extent of what was going on, but what he said was surprisingly charming and considerate. A pang rang in her heart as she regretted wanting to test Leon.

“No, I mean, no, this isn’t a bad time. I’m enjoying our date.” Angie leaned forward and reached her hand toward Leon’s. She grimaced as she bumped the table and her body sloshed.

SHRRP!

Angie quickly sat up as she heard and felt her skirt rip at the sides. The sudden movement caused her stomach to lurch, and she bumped the table harder. “O-oh I um…” Her composure was shattered. She stumbled for words and wanted to stand, but then she would reveal her engorged belly and hips.

Leon was now more than worried and stood. He rounded the table and placed a hand on Angie’s shoulder. “I knew something was off, come on let’s-“ His words ceased as he looked down at Angie. First, he saw her breasts, which were without a doubt bigger. Beneath them, he saw an incredibly pronounced curve of her belly that disappeared under a tablecloth. “Huh?”

A metallic sphere with a red lens appeared over Leon’s shoulder. “Honestly, master, you truly are oblivious.” Luxion, Leon’s AI, spoke. It turned from side to side, as if shaking a head in disappointment. “Angelica is obviously in a state of rapid growth. Based on her diagnostics, she has ingested a substance to cause this.” Luxion floated closer to Angie, who turned her head away in shame. “My assumption is that she did this intentionally.”

“I’m sorry…” Angie murmured. She was caught red, err blue-handed. “I was worried Leon didn’t love me anymore. I was foolish and wanted to test him.”

Leon sighed and rubbed the back of his head. “But I said I didn’t mind! I still think you’re out of my league.”

Luxion returned to Leon, getting up in his face. “This was done because YOU are never open with your feelings. It is your fault that Angelica is so nervous about her appearance. Perhaps if you let her know that you love her instead of saying, ‘I don’t mind it,’ then she would not go to Cleare for such foolish things.” Luxion grilled Leon, a common factor in their relationship.

Meanwhile, Angie tried to stand up. Her legs could still move, but she felt them squish tightly together. More of her skirt ripped down the length. This managed to free mobility in her legs, but it also exposed the juicy, blue thighs. Each was as wide as her waistline had been. If she didn’t move fast, then they would be too wide to fit through the front door. She lamented the idea of being seen in this state, but it was her fault.

Leon took Angie by her hands and helped lift her to her feet. This squished him against her side. His slender form gently sank into the side of Angie’s bloated belly. He was prepared to lend her his shoulder, but the position was awkward as Angie’s hip pushed him away. Not to mention, he was distracted as her left breast was pushed against his side.

“I suck at expressing my feelings, but I’m sorry I made you feel unwanted…” Leon murmured and slowly turned to look Angie in her eyes. “You have been and always will be beautiful. No one could compare to you. Not a single one of the stuck-up noble girls holds a candle to you!”

Angie was agape. A confession like this from Leon only happened once in a blue moon. Her heart thumped eagerly in her chest, her emotions swelled, and she leaned into him. She had never been happier.

These emotions built into a crescendo, and Angie’s body suddenly swelled outward in a tremendous leap. The slightly bottom-heavy state that Angie had was immediately cast away. In its place was a far more spherical shape. Her blouse still covered a portion of her, but most of the buttons were popped, and the skirt had been torn in two. All she had to cover herself was a lightly stained and severely stretched blouse with two buttons that battled her breasts.

“Eh?” Was all Angie murmured. The change was so staggering that she had no way to process it. One second, she was deeply in love and about to claim a kiss, and the next, she had tripled in size. She felt flustered as her body pressed against Leon. He had been assisting her, but now he hung from her side. One of her breasts, now twice as broad as Leon’s chest and stuffed with juice, squished against him. Her eyes glanced at the orbs, and she wished she hadn’t. What she saw was a deep, excessively so, valley of blue cleavage. There was enough room that Leon’s entire body could have fit between them. Their color was vibrant, their shape was perfectly round, and a tingling wetness at their furthest peaks confirmed that Angie was leaking… “This…wasn’t part of the plan.”

Leon was caught off guard. Angie’s sudden expansion had quite literally swept his feet out from under him. The only reason he hadn’t been thrown into the nearest wall was because his arm was around Angie’s shoulders. However, her round shape didn’t provide grip. He slowly slid over her side and noted how her arms had been instantly pulled into her spherical form. That meant the same would have happened to her legs, meaning Angie could no longer walk.

“Luxion, do we have a way to get Angie out of here without being seen?” Leon asked, neglecting to mention this was to save his pride as well as Angie’s.

“Negative,” Luxion replied curtly. “Unless you would allow me to destroy a portion of the capital. That would certainly-“

“Can it.” Leon cut Luxion off and stepped in front of Angie. She quickly looked away, or at least tried to. Her neck couldn’t move in her bloated state. She could only avert her eyes. That meant she could look at her body curve off to the left, right, or stare into her cleavage.

Leon used all his willpower not to say anything sarcastic or dour. He knew Angie must be embarrassed, and he realized that this was sort of his fault. He’d never say that out loud, lest Luxion would never let him live it down. So, in silence, he looked at Angie. Her body was now wider than he was tall, and her blue color had deepened. Naturally, his eyes focused on Angie’s chest, which was…staggeringly large.

Leon had moved up in the noble hierarchy, to his constant dismay, but Angie was a Duke’s daughter. That meant she had always been way beyond his league. He had helped her in a duel with the Prince and his flunkies, which curried favor with her father and household. Yet he knew he was a dead man if he ever put his hands on her.

While he thought about this, his hand had a mind of its own and touched Angie’s chest. She squeaked, and her eyes locked with his.

“L-Leon! This is hardly the time for that!” Angie exclaimed in a harsh whisper. They had undoubtedly made too much noise. Any more, and a staff member would investigate. That made Angie anxious, which stirred the juice in her. Even light pressure caused more swelling and pressure. At this point, Angie’s nipples constantly dribbled juice like a barely opened faucet. “Unless…do you like me in this form?” Her expression softened, and her eyes bore into Leon’s with a different energy.

Now it was Leon who looked away. ‘She’s so cute, even as a blueberry…but no, I don’t think I’m into this. I was just distracted by her boobs!’

Luxion suddenly crashed into Leon’s head with a solid THUNK!

“Ow! What the hell, you stupid jerk?!” Leon growled before Luxion cut him off.

“Master, there is an emergency,” Luxion stated and circled Angie. He scanned her body, turning from side to side again. “The concoction Cleare made should have induced controlled swelling, but Angie’s constant shift in mood has enhanced it.”

“What does that mean?” Angie asked.

“It means that this controlled swelling is very out of control. If you are not juiced, you will eventually explode.” Luxion put no shortage of mirth into his words. He hated the new humans who replaced his creators, old humanity, but an experiment was always a thrill. Plus, his master loved Angie (despite refusing to admit it), so Luxion wouldn’t let anything bad happen.

He just wouldn’t go out of his way to help either.

“Explode?!” Angie exclaimed. That risk was there when she first swelled, but it had never been an issue after. She had even seen her capacity increase with time. The idea that she would pop unless juiced made her nervous…which in turn made her swell more. She squeezed her eyes shut as she heard her body gurgle and stretch outward. She was already entirely immobile, but she knew from experience that she could go bigger. Her hand still poked from the sides of her body, and while her neck couldn’t move, it hadn’t started to sink in. Angie looked at Leon with pleading eyes and a nervous smile. “Could you…do it like you did the first time?”

Leon wanted to cry.

Every fiber in his being said to run, too.

Neither could be done. Leon had to suck it up. “Fine…let’s just try and make it quick.” He murmured as his shaking hands reached out. He gently squeezed the remaining two buttons until they opened. The blouse fell to the wayside and exposed Angie’s bra. Thankfully, it was a front clip, so it would be easy to reach. At the same time, unfortunately, IT WAS A FRONT CLIP! Leon would have to stuff his whole hand into Angie’s cleavage. “Pardon me…” He murmured sheepishly as he moved his hand. Warm, smooth skin caressed both sides of it, and Angie let out a small moan.

“S-sorry…my skin is so sensitive.” Angie huffed and tried to remain composed. She knew Leon was flustered, but she was overjoyed to have him touch her. It made her feel desired, even as a giant blueberry. Truthfully, the only other person who touched her was Livia. They would sometimes have to help manage each other’s swellings. That was different, though. Leon’s hands stirred a deep excitement in Angie. That excitement distracted her, and she moaned again just as her bra was unclasped. It had been under so much pressure that it soared across the room as if thrown.

Angie’s breasts were exposed. They were so full and taut that their shape didn’t change without the bra’s support. Each nipple continued to leak juice, which was a good sign. This was the only avenue through which the juice could leak.

While not entirely true, it was a delusion that Leon held close to his heart. So, he reached out and placed his hands on Angie’s breasts. Each boob was dense, and even light pressure caused juice to spray out of Angie’s nipples.

“Ooooh!~” Angie moaned, loud and unrestrained. “L-Leon…” She panted as he continued to press his hands in further. She trembled in pleasure and wished she could lean into Leon’s hands. Unfortunately, she was still immobile. She had to rely on Leon’s work.

“Please don’t make those sounds…or say my name during this.” Leon hung his head in shame as he moved his palms about. The front of his clothes were soaked. “There has to be a better way to do this. Luxion?”

“Indeed, if you mixed your feeble, half-hearted pushing with stimulating Angelica’s nipples, productivity will increase fifty percent,” Luxion answered.

“Not like that! I meant a juicing machine!” Leon exclaimed, but did as Luxion suggested. He squeezed Angie’s nipples between his thumb and index finger. With pressure applied there atop him, pushing his hands against Angie…

Juice sprayed from Angie’s nipples as she bit her lip. She tried her best to hold the noise back, but she moaned louder than ever before. Her fingers and toes curled, her entire body trembled, and she moaned on and on. She felt her core warm like a hearth, and moisture built between her legs (the second place that juice could be drained and Leon chose to ignore). “Leon…I’m about to…” Angie tensed up, and juice gushed from her like a hose. The streams from her nipples were powerful, but the flow from between her legs outclassed them. Her body quickly began to shrink down. A second gush came seconds after as Leon continued to work his hands. It was a motion and pressure that wouldn’t stop, and Angie feared she’d lose her mind to the flood of pressure.

Feminine shape returned to Angie. She was no longer a sphere of a woman, but her assets were still greatly distended with juice. She leaned against Leon. Now that she could move, she used her mobility to press her breasts against Leon’s hands. Even the pressure of her rounded belly against his flat chest helped wring the juice from her.

Yet Angie needed more. She grabbed Leon by the soaked collar of his shirt and pulled him into the kiss she wanted earlier. It was more ravenous now, but it embodied the passion she had for her partner.

Angie proceeded to pant her heels and throw Leon to the floor. He yelped in surprise, but quieted up as Angie sat atop his lap. She toyed with the buttons of her shirt as she panted heavily. “Leon, there’s still some juice left. Help me be sure it’s wrung out~”

Leon looked up at Angie. Her belly was still full and round, and it rested on his chest. Still, he could look up to see the curve of Angie’s breasts and her face behind it. “Angie, I think we should take a moment to think about this and stop moving your hips like that!”

Luxion watched this silently. It appeared that Leon and Angie’s emotions were being fully displayed and worked through. Not caring to observe further, he moved outside.

——

The date neared its conclusion. Leon had draped his jacket over Angie’s shoulders, they had paid a handsome sum for the damages, and they walked through the more secluded streets on their way to the academy.

Angie seemed content, and her blue skin had an ethereal glow. She hugged Leon’s arm and rested her head on his shoulder. She was the smallest she had been since the initial exposure to the tainted tea. “Thank you, Leon, this date was perfect.”

“You’re welcome,” Leon murmured. He was exhausted emotionally and physically. Once he escorted Angie to her room, he planned to return to his. Shower. Cry maybe. His stance on the blueberry situation was unchanged. He still loved Angie and would never abandon her, but he thought about how he’d get revenge on Marie, the one behind the initial ordeal. Cleare was also on his revenge list. “I’m just happy we avoided something more serious.”

“Oh, did you think I meant Angelica was in immediate danger?” Luxion asked, his robotic tone dripped with unseen smugness. “I believe I said eventually, not imminently.”

Leon felt his eye twitch. Here he was, covered in juice and flustered to hell and back after he had to manhandle the juice from Angie, and his so-called partner was messing with him. “You traitor! I’m gonna scrap you and dump your pieces back where I found them!” Leon began to jump and swing at Luxion, who continuously dodged and flew out of reach.

“I figured having you juice Angie under more dire circumstances would cause you to become fond of her. You do like large breasts, don’t you?” Luxion teased as he went about.

“That’s besides the point! Now I order you to come down here so I can smash you!” Leon cried out and continued his chase.

Angie watched this. Even though she was exhausted, she managed to giggle.

THE END