Sarge huffed. Staring at the blue bottle in his hand, his mind was telling him to drink it, but his logical self was saying he had to stop. Ten days of this stuff, and he was positive that the “common bloat” was a bit of an understatement.

Every movement he made was labored, heavy, and slow. Resting his arms at his sides was next to impossible right now, given how large his sides had become. He could feel large sets of love handles on either side of his body, and whenever he lowered his arms down, they pressed deeply into his sides, almost like he was nothing more than an inflated balloon.

Staring at the mirror, Sarge could see… his skin was becoming blue. And now that it had been a long enough time for regular fur growth, he noticed his fur had a bluish tinge as well. Giving a sigh, Sarge could already taste the tantalizing zest of the blueberry shake. He hadn’t drunk it yet, but his mouth was salivating. It only took a few moments for the saliva to sneak past his puffed up cheeks and trickle down his chin. This had been happening a lot recently. With the increased amount of drinks he’d been having daily, Sarge noticed some weird changes in his body.

Aside from the obvious… blue hue he had, and the belly that seemed to constantly swell like a balloon, Sarge had been salivating more. Expecting to wipe the clear liquid from his chin, Sarge grimaced and gave it a hard wipe. Looking down at his wrist, he could see there was a streak of blue liquid that embedded itself into his fur where he had wiped his mouth.

Eyes widening, Sarge felt his heart begin to race. “Blueberry… juice? But… did I even drink the bottle?!” He looked back at the bottle he was holding. It was shut tight, waiting for him to open so he could get to the sweet nectar inside.

Sarge gulped. It seemed he had a new journal entry to write… but now he was getting worried.

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Hours later, there was a knock on Sarge’s door. Hurriedly, he went to the door and opened it – relieved to see the blue, blueberry boba dragon standing there.

“Oh, Bluu! I’m so glad you’re here!” Sarge said, hobbling backward to let Bluu in.

Bluu, looking bemused, walked into the house. “Ahh, jeez, Sarge…. I’m a bit surprised you texted me. Sorry I couldn’t come sooner, was doing something else when you texted me.”

“It’s… it’s fine!” Sarge said, looking down at the boba dragon’s belly, smiling as he saw the blueberries swirling around inside. Bluu had experience with being filled with something… and he was blueberry flavored to boot! Who better to help Sarge than someone who’s been filled with blueberries before? “I was… wanting your advice on something, Bluu.” Sarge looked Bluu in the eyes. “You see I-“

“Say no more, Sarge!” Bluu said, raising a hand. “I see you’re looking more blue than usual – both physically and metaphorically. I think I can help!”

Sarge wagged his tail excitedly. “You do?!”

Placing his fists on his hips, Bluu laughed. “Of course, Sarge! Though, I can’t lie… I never took you for bein’ a Boba Dragon. I always… thought you were a wolf – y’know, fur and lack of boba in you?” Bluu patted sarge’s shoulder. “But, maybe it can be like puberty and it comes later in life… in your late twenties.” Bluu cocks his head to the side and thinks. “Huh. Why didn’tcha ever tell me?”

“Bluu… I’m not a boba dragon.” Sarge said, lowering his arms and hoisting his belly up. He then let it drop. It shook as if it were a water balloon. “I’m a werewolf… and I’m-“

“Transforming… into a boba dragon? I mean, never heard it being done, but more power to ya! I’m happy you’re doing something you love!” Bluu took a few steps back. “I mean, you’re already growin’ a real nice gut, too. Now you just gotta get somethin’ in ya… and make your belly more translucent!”

“Uh…” Sarge lifted a finger. He wanted to say something, but his heart sank when he realized that Bluu was so excited for another boba dragon to befriend. “I….”

Sarge looked at his box of drinks and sighed. Pulling a drink out, he showed it to Bluu. “Drinking these are what helps it along. One drink didn’t do much but give me a bit of a belly bloat. Two made that bloat bigger…. Fifteen, what I’m on now, brought me to this point. I feel it’d become more prominent the more I do this…. But I was wondering if I should stop?”

Bluu folded his arms. “Why stop? Are you scared?”

“Maybe…. I feel I keep getting rounder and rounder with each drink. And not just fat but… round… like a-“

“Blueberry?” Bluu asked. “You look great right now. I’d love to see how it turns out further down the road – if you continue, that is.”

“I look great?” Sarge asked.
“Oh yeah! You look great skinny, you look great big. You even look great big, round, and blue! I’m flattered you’d want to be a blueberry dragon like me. Perhaps we can drink as a toast to this? Got another bottle of that stuff?”

“It’ll… bloat you. It’s experimental. Nutri-thick. Have you heard of it?” Sarge asked, pulling out a bottle and handing it to Bluu.

“Nope, but I’ll look into it later!” Bluu said, popping open the bottle and smelling it. “Mmmm. Smells delightful!”

Sarge nodded. In a swift motion, he opened the bottle, having been too familiar with the method for opening it. “Yep…. It’s addicting, Bluu. Can’t stop.”

Holding his drink out, Bluu clinked it against Sarge’s. “Don’t stop, then! I can’t wait to see another blueberry dragon!”

“Haha… sure.” Sarge replied, lifting his bottle and giving it a drink. Its sweet blueberry flavor enticed him to chug its contents down completely within a few moments. Upon hitting his stomach, Sarge could feel the liquid slosh around… and then out of the stomach and into the rest of his belly. He felt his pants tighten and then, in a quick moment, rip. Eyes widening, Sarge felt his arms begin to lift up as the belly and entire midsection bloated outward.

Struggling to unfasten his pants to prevent them from ripping more, Sarge found his arms begin to stiffen up as they swelled. His attempts became completely futile as he no longer could lower his hands past his hips. Wherever he moved them, there was always a rounded midriff blocking him access.

“Woah, this stuff REALLY rounds you out, doesn’t it?” Bluu remarked, locking eyes with Sarge. He then smiled.

Sarge looked down to see Bluu’s belly had gotten a bit bluer in color. Aside from that, it was hard to tell if the dragon had changed at all…. If only Sarge could’ve said the same for himself. Of all the changes he had felt up until this point, the change he felt from having a third drink in a single day was the most obvious. He could almost swear something inside him just shifted… mutated, perhaps?

Sarge’s panic rose. What did he get himself into?

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Part three of my BBP. Sarge is starting to realize that this stuff... probably wasn't meant to be drunk once a day -- let alone three times a day as he had just done. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen... if he had a fourth one in a single day?

Cameo by Bluu!

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Bluu © KingofRedLines on Twitter
Sergeant Wolf / Story / Art ©  Juntarhenogu Me

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