A Double Blueberry Feature

Weiss Schnee 1971

“This the Inventing Room; this is where all of my magic truly happens. A lot of experimental and prototype creations exist within these four walls, or was it ten,” Ozpin stated, leading the group of four into the room, “Now, one rule, no touching, no tasting, no whispering, no photos.”

The four guests glanced around the room, smoke and steam rising from the various contraptions going fizzle and pop. The small orange-skinned Goodwitches walked about, checking the multiple devices and concoctions, checking things off clipboards.

Ozpin led the group to the far corner of the room, shuffling behind a large machine with crimsons and silvers littering it as a tall pipe rose into the ceiling. 

“So, to start with. I wanted to show you the massive revolution of the Great Gum Machine!” Ozpin declared, clapping his hands together. 

Weiss glared disapprovingly at the strange assortment of silver lids linked to red mechanical arms spread across the machine. Her eyes scanned the tubes and vials suspended above open sections between the lids.

“Now, this process is something special! Just watch!” Ozpin announced, pressing a small button.

The crowd jumped as the vast machine roared into life, steam hissing and lights flashing as the unusual display unfolded. A large bowl of red tomatoes slid up a large lid, steam hissing out from the small holes on the top as a whirring sound added to the spluttering of the machine. The cover rose, venting steam everywhere as boiling liquid passed through. A pound of roast beef and baked potatoes followed in stopping in one of the open sections allowing it to be ground together by a pair of white boxing gloves. White cream dripped from pipettes into the boiling soup as the grounding continued.

Weiss chewed her gum, rolling her eyes as Ruby dipped her finger into the soup, sampling the rich flavour. A robotic arm picked up the pounded mess of potatoes and beef, dropping it into the liquid before it slid around. A larger lid closed around it, and crackles of energy and machinery whirring sounded out as the lid vibrated in response. The lid lifted, revealing the unwelcoming sight that made Weiss’s stomach turn, the blend of soup and beef with faint hints of potatoes and cream floating on top. 

Her eyes glanced briefly at Ozpin, standing there with a broad grin as he marvelled at his creation doing its work. She shifted her position, following the blended nightmare round to another open section. A large blueberry pie was lowered into a metal funnel above the liquid whilst a small circular piece of metal moved into position. Blue juice and brown pastry oozed down the narrow neck of the funnel, adding to the mix as the metal squeezed the pie slowly. 

The mixture moved around to the final lid. A strange red and violet liquid slithered down the pipes whilst the lid closed around the mixture. The lid rattled as three sets of whirring, all different pitches, sounded out. Ozpin moved around to the front of the machine as the combination was moved into position, pouring into a small square device. Lights flashed along the long pipes that snaked around to a second square device,

“Finto!” Ozpin cheered as a small chunk of gum dropped into a transparent slot. His fingers quickly snatched out the prize holding it up before the crowd as the machine died down.

“Is that all?” Yang asked, disappointed.

Weiss’s eyes glanced at the small cube of gum; its white surface seemed sprinkled with hints of blue and orange.

“Is that all!” Ozpin retorted, sounding slightly hurt, “Do you even know what this is?”

“It’s just gum,” Weiss commented, chewing her piece around as she flicked her ponytail.

“WRONG!” Ozpin called, making the group jump, “This is the most sensational, fantastic creation in the whole room.”

Weiss scoffed, “Well then, Mr Smarty Pants, what’s so fab about your gum compared to all the other brands out there.”

Ozpin smirked, “This gum is a whole three-course dinner. What you just witnessed is the process in which the magic happens. With this, it will remove the need for kitchens.”

"Bullshit!" Yang exclaimed.

"No roast beef." Ozpin shook the cube of gum, his grin becoming wider.

Weiss stepped forwards shoving Ruby and Yang out of the way. Quick as a flash, she snatched the gum out of Ozpin’s hands, toying with it between her fingers as she walked away from the group.

“All the properties of tomato soup, roast beef and blueberry pie, all ingredients are compacted into this one piece,” Ozpin explained as Weiss marvelled at the cube. 

“That sounds amazing. Just imagine how many meals you could have from chewing that!” Ruby said, her eyes twinkling in awe. 

“Well, that is the plan, but I don’t have the formula quite right. It just needs a little tweaking,” Ozpin explained, pinching his fingers together.

Weiss spun on her heel, facing the group, plucking her overused wad of gum from her mouth, tucking it behind her ear, “This is going to be amazing. The future changed by a single cube. Imagine how famous I could be with this!”

“Didn’t you hear Ozpin,” Yang called out.

Ruby nodded, “It’s not yet ready.”

“And that's supposed to bother me. I’m Atlas’ best singer, the heiress to the SDC and world record holder of chewing gum,” Weiss stated, resting a hand over her chest as Ruby and Yang rolled their eyes, “I don’t care about a little flavour imbalance.”

“He said it was a flavour imbalance?” Yang quizzed.

“Well, what else could it be!” Weiss retorted, walking over to an open section of the room, ignoring the Goodwitches shaking their heads as they continued their work.

“I really wouldn’t,” Oz advised.

“Oh, you can be quiet,” Weiss retorted, popping the gum into her mouth. 

She chewed loudly as her teeth broke through the cube, the juices oozing over her tongue. Her eyes lit up as a rich, creamy tomato flavour washed over her tongue.

“It’s real. There’s tomato soup running down my throat. It’s hot and creamy!” Weiss announced aloud as Yang and Ruby shared a disapproving look.

“Weiss. I think you should listen to Ozpin,” Ruby suggested. 

“Can it, dolt!” Weiss snapped, “The next course is coming up, so let me enjoy this.”

Yang leaned towards Ruby’s ear, “Just leave her be, Ruby; she’s just an idiot.”

“I honestly would have thought blending everything would be a nightmare, but this transition is seamless; the tomatoes and cream just turn effortlessly into the roast beef and potatoes,” Weiss announced, her eyes glancing over at Ozpin leaning against the machine not even paying her the slightest bit of attention, “He’s just jealous that a Schnee is the first ever three-course chewing gum.” she thought.

As the wad of gum moved around her mouth, the white texture became dark violet, indicating the course change. Weiss raised an eyebrow, feeling the strong flavour of blueberry pie washing over her tongue, “This is it, the blueberry pie! It’s a little overwhelming. The juice is so smooth and cold.” 

Ruby and Yang blinked, staring at Weiss, the young girl’s teeth and tongue turning blue in unison with the blue patches on her cheeks and nose.

“Look at her face!” Ruby cried out as the blue spread across Weiss’s face.

“Will you let me finish!” Weiss snapped, glaring coldly at Ruby.

Ruby bit her lip, “But your face is turning blue.”

“More like violet!” Yang quipped as the colour darkened into a violet hue.

Weiss folded her arms, “What are you talking about?”

“Weiss, you're turning violet. Just look at your hands!” Ruby exclaimed. 

“If I had been allowed to continue, I could have warned you about the dessert,” Ozpin stated as Weiss fearfully brought up her hands, staring at the violet hue spreading across her skin, “It always goes wrong when we come to the dessert hence the strong taste to it.”

A wave of nausea spread throughout Weiss’s stomach as she continued to chew on the gum. She stared down whilst the group watched, the sound of Weiss’s gut gurgling echoing around. Weiss’s thighs steadily bloated as her upper body swelled outwards, the red belt tightening around her waist, pinching her deforming body into an hourglass shape.

Weiss continued to the gum frantically, looking around, her eyes pleading for help. Her arms ballooned within the sleeves of her top, puffing the sleeves outwards in the process. She tried to move her hands towards her belt as she felt the pressure building within her body but found the growing inflation of her body, forcibly pushing her arms out straight.

“Guys! Help me!” Weiss cried out, “I feel funny!”

Weiss wobbled,  yelping in fright at the loud snapping of her belt as the strain applied became too much. The group leapt back to avoid the belt buckle flying towards them though their eyes remained glued to the inflating heiress as her body, now free from the restriction, filled out faster, becoming rounder by the second. Slowly and steadily, her legs and arms sank into her ball-like body as she became more spherical.

She rocked about, unable to control her movements as her body rested on her crotch, her feet and hands twitching helplessly.

“It always goes wrong when we come to the desert. Maybe one day I’ll get it right,” Ozpin muttered, pulling a silver flute from his pocket. 

“Can’t you do anything?” Ruby asked.
“Why would you? Leave her like that. I'm sure Mr Schnee will be able to market her as a new form of Atlas creation!” Yang said, laughing at her wit.

Ozpin blew a short, cheerful tune on the flute summoning the Goodwitches to his side. “Will you roll Miss Schnee to the juicing room post haste? Just in case she explodes.”

The Goodwitches nodded, advancing rapidly to the blueberry woman and rolling her towards the exit as the group shared a confused look.

“Ozpin. Somebody help!” Weiss cried out, flailing her sunken limbs. “I don’t wanna die!”

“Well, you should have listened to him, dummy!” Yang called out.

“Ozpin,” Ruby said, “Will she really explode?”

“Has that happened before?” Blake added, finding it a little unsettling at how calm Ozpin was.

“Yes to both, now, come on. Onwards and upwards, don’t fret. Miss Schnee will be okay, maybe, possibly. We shall have to wait and see.” Ozpin replied, ushering the group towards another exit. “But that’s what you get for thinking you're better than everyone else,” he muttered darkly.

Blake Belladonna 2005

High above the machine, a Qrow wheeled a barrow of ingredients across the catwalk, stopping near three large funnels, dispensing obscenely large tomatoes and cubes of cream into one, followed by three chunks of salmon and several potatoes and a vast clump of basil. The Qrow struggled with the blueberry pie that swamped its three-foot stature. As it finished loading in cylindrical pieces of vanilla ice cream, Ozpin grinned broadly.

“Watch this! He called out, jerking a tall red lever.

Alarms blared, lights flashed as the giant machine whirred into life, the parts shuddering as steam vented from the cubic tubes. A red liquid gushed into one of the vast glass spheres, with a pink and blue liquid appearing in the other two spheres; the liquid bubbled as pipes shook with the fluid flow running down into the machine. A long silver arm extended outwards, stopping short of Blake; the whirring died down as a silver drawer unfolded into segments ending with a drawer that the long white strip of gum slid out of, accompanied by a playful ding of a bell.

Blake picked up the gum, eyeing it close for a few seconds before casting her eyes on the machine that had created it.

“Is that it,” Weiss called out disappointedly, “All that flare for a strip of gum!”

Ozpin chuckled, wagging his finger, “It may be gum, but that is one of my best creations to marvel at. Do you want to know why? Do you?”

Blake chewed away on her piece of gum, still scanning over the strip clasped between her fingers, “Is it more flexible for bubbles?”

“Nope, not even close. What you're holding there, Miss Belladonna is a full three-course meal!” Ozpin stated, grinning and shaking with excitement, “It’s got tomato soup, salmon and potatoes and blueberry pie with a dash of ice cream for good measure.”

“It sounds great,” Ruby said, “Imagine walking around claiming you have a meal in your pocket.”

Weiss folded her arms, “It sounds weird.”

“Oh, it’s not weird,” Ruby retorted, nudging Weiss.

Blake zoned out the ensuing argument, her eyes fixated on the gum, “Just think. If this is true, then this could feed entire armies. This is way better than anyone's grand prize. This is the real prize; finding out what secrets it holds could aid the White Fang’s problems with rations. Better check if it works, though.” 

She plucked her wad of overused gum from her mouth, sticking it behind her ear. The fresh strip bent, breaking as she popped it into her mouth.

“I really wouldn’t. There are still one or two, maybe three things that aren’t right with it,” Ozpin stated, but Blake had begun to chew away on it.

“I’m a member of the White Fang. We don't scare easily!” Blake said with determination as Ozpin shrugged. 

“Blake, maybe you should listen to the man,” Yang suggested, “After all, it is his….”

“It’s starting tomato soup!” Blake interrupted, “It feels hot, and the taste is creamy; it feels like I’m drinking tomato soup.”

“Kitty cat, I think you should listen.

“I’d listen to Yang,” Ozpin stated a hint of concern in his tone. “Spit it out.”

“It’s changing; it's the salmon, oh god,” Blake said, giving a small purr of excitement, “I don’t care about the potatoes, but this basil makes the salmon flavour explode.”

“That’s great! But I’m more concerned about the…”

“Blueberry pie and vanilla ice cream!” Blake cried out in awe, interrupting Ozpin. 

“That part.”

Weiss glanced at the Faunus, eyeing her closely as Blake’s nose started to glisten whilst a bluish-purple stain appeared on the tip of her nose, “What’s happening to her nose?”

Blake glanced towards Weiss as everyone else glanced at her. The stain spread outwards, slithering up her nose and between her eyes. 

“It’s turning blue,” Ruby commented with a look of confusion.

Blake rubbed at her nose, still chewing away on the gum, “What are you on about?” 

Yang peered closer; the colour spread outwards across Blake’s forehead, the slithering of the colour preceded by thin violet cracks, “She’s turning violet!”

Blake’s eyes widened with fear, mirroring the worry and concern in Ruby and Yang’s eyes. She turned, ignoring Weiss’s smug grin, to face Ozpin, his face twisted into a look of horror and fear. His warning about spitting it out that there were a few things still isn’t correct. Had he been expecting this?

“Well, I told you I hadn’t got it quite right as it goes a little funny when we get to the dessert. It’s the blueberry pie that does it. I’m sorry, Miss Belladonna,” Ozpin explained. He yelped, ducking behind the machine as the others started to back away from Blake.

The colour spread down her face disappearing under the collar of her light purple hoodie; Blake glanced down, her eyes following her right hand as she brought it. The sleeve slid down her arm, exposing the colour creeping up her arm, spreading across her hand and fingers whilst a small scattered series of stains appeared on the back of her hoodie. A loud, continuous gurgling emitted from within her gut as her tracksuit trousers' waistband shifted and her thighs swelled outwards.

Multiple scattered stains appeared down her trousers and the front of her jacket, and twin shoulder stains spread as more appeared down her jacket. Blake wrinkled her nose at the strong scent of blueberries, adding to the nausea of her stomach swelling outwards alongside her thighs. Trails of violet stains followed her fingers as she ran her hands over her jacket, feeling her growing belly; her top and jacket rose slightly, exposing her belly button.

Blake released a startled yelp in surprise, her weight shifting violently as her butt cheeks bloated outwards, her skin stretching as juice flowed into them. She glanced back at her growing arse, fear filling her eyes.

“She’s swelling up!” Ruby exclaimed, continuing to back away.

Blake hefted her weight around, staring helplessly at the group, wondering deep within in her mind if someone, any of them, could help her. Yang gawked at Blake’s exposed belly, pushing her trousers and top further apart. A reddish stain appeared around her belly button as the skin kept stretching.

“She’s swelling… like a blueberry,” Yang stated.

Blake wanted to speak, but juice surged upwards, and her cheeks swelled, pushing her lips closed, forcing a discomforted groan. Her shoulders bunched, rising higher whilst her neck thickened, forcing out muffled, deeper cries. She padded her hands against her body as it rose like a soufflé; the swelling Faunus’ legs sank into the rounding body that caused it to rock from side to side as her mass rested on her pelvis. Her feet twitched as the last vestiges of her legs sunk into the grotesque orb-shaped body.

Her inflating arms fell to her sides, her body swaying slightly. Blake balled her hands into fists, whimpering under her breath as her arms withdrew into her body. She rocked from side to side whilst her vision became obscured by her neck and head, lowering into her deformed form. The gurgling like her transformation slowed as Blake rolled forwards slightly, her fearful eyes staring at the tour group below. “I hope I don’t roll onto them,” she thought.

“I’ve tried it on twenty Qrows, and this is the result. Though I’m impressed, Blake's rather big and juicy, much more than the Qrows.” Ozpin stated, popping up behind the group. “I wonder what causes this. It truly is fascinating, quite wonderful, yes?”

“Please tell me she’s going to stay like that,” Weiss said.

“How comes?” Ruby asked.

Weiss smirked, “Atlas Country Fair, she’d bring in a lot of profit.”

“You can’t do that to her!” Yang exclaimed.

“Unfortunately, Yang is right,” Opzin said, seeming a little upset, “We have to squeeze her like a pimple before anything bad happens to her health.”

“Anything bad. Does Ozpin see what’s happened to her?” Ruby muttered. 

Ozpin clapped his hands loudly, drawing a few nearby Qrows to his side. “I’d like you guys to roll Miss Belladonna into the boat and take her along to the juicing room, and when you juice her preserve her juice, I’ll find a use for it later.”

The Qrows nodded, walking over to Blake, straining and struggling as they pushed against the giant blueberry.

Yang sighed in frustration, rolling her eyes, watching forty Qrows roll Blake towards the door, only for them to get her wedged in it. “You guys go ahead.”

“Where are you going?” Ruby asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You honestly think those ants can roll, Blake,” Yang called, hurrying to the door.

With a great effort, Yang pressed her weight into Blake’s body, eyes squeezed shut, praying that she wouldn’t accidentally pop Blake as she forced her through the door. 

“Well, that’s two down,” Weiss said, “Shall we continue, Ozpin?”

“Let’s boogie!” Ozpin cheered, leading the remainder of the group towards another exit.