Bed-bound, Bath, And Beyond

[cow-berrybluess]

Welcome!

Call me Blue

18+ Account

25 | He / It | Bi & Trans Man

Artist and Fetishist to all things Big and Round 🫐🎈⚖️

[hoggobblin]

I want to know if anyone has done the math on how heavy a giant blueberry would be.

...for research purposes, obviously.

[cow-berrybluess]

With the math is based the blueberry results for CATCF for 2005 (that is estimated to be 10 ft tall) you’d first do the volume equation for a sphere, (4/3)*pi*r^3 = V. If people always wind up to be 10 ft tall, r=5.

(4/3)*pi*(5^3) = 523.599 ft^3

I had to look up the conversion from cubic feet to gallons, which is roughly 7.48 gallons for every cubic foot, which means a 10 ft berry roughly has 3916.79 gallons of blueberry juice. A gallon of blueberry juice is roughly 8.6lbs per gallon, so the grand total of weight for a 2005 blueberry would approximately be 33,684 lbs by the time the transformation finishes.

[cow-berrybluess]

Girls so wide they accessorize with the asteroid belt >>>

[likeaballoon]

okay I love rapid magic body/blueberry inflation, but I’m also so obsessed with the idea of spherical inflation that happens over the course of a day or two…

like. it’s still happening fast enough that it’s undeniable and you still feel the instant stark differences— after all, it’s easy to remember starting this morning and walking around, when by the end of the day, you can barely touch the ground with both feet at the same time. but at 1 new pound every 30-60 seconds, it also happens slow enough that you’re forced to really feel each new size.

for an hour, all you can vaguely feel is your pants getting tighter, your thighs getting thicker, your gut getting firmer. It’s almost easy to write it off as severe bloating, but only for that first half hour. After that, you just have to listen to the litany of stressed thread as you shift and move carefully, afraid your body is going to somehow tear your clothes. but when your middle is three, four times as wide as your shoulders a few hours later, you feel every new inch as you walk around, or change positions in your chair. it happens slow enough for you to experience sitting down and trying to stand back up with a newly pear-shaped inflated body, but fast enough for it to be no easier to get back up when you try again than it was that first struggle. you can walk around and feel out every change in your body, noticing and appreciating just how massive you are now, without realizing that you’re still not done expanding. maybe you get stuck somewhere— in between the arms of a chair, in a tight corner of the house, in between two pieces of furniture. Your posture changes too, as your growing midsection starts to dominate your frame, until you can’t even rest your arms fully against your sides

you slowly lose your ability to walk, so you waddle, and when your stomach has grown to be so wide that it starts overtaking your thighs and upper arms, you can barely even do that. still, this happens slow enough that you’re stuck wondering if you should eat dinner or not. It’s been at least eight hours at this point, and if it doesn’t slow down soon, you won’t be able to walk to your kitchen later. You may even try to swallow some food, feeling how you now have to wrestle with your own swollen body to get your hand all the way to your mouth, when this morning, you were debating whether it would be embarrassing to have to unbutton your pants when your stomach was feeling a little bloated. Eventually, you strain and strain and strain, but you can’t get your hand all the way to your mouth.

and you can keep trying to waddle around, not fully realizing that you’re losing your ability to bend your knees more and more with every step until you suddenly find that your waddle has turned into more of a rocking motion. The first time your crotch and lower gut brush the floor as you stubbornly try to move around, you’re shocked. It doesn’t happen again for a little while, so you assume it was a random occurrence. But then it starts happening every other, then every time you shift your weight back and forth to move around, until it’s clear that your feet can barely touch the ground anymore. Still, it’s all happening slowly enough that you can still convince yourself you can get used to this, and that you don’t need anyone to help you waddle— or roll. Your double chin might be taking over your lower jaw and your collarbones, but you’re not immobile.

Eventually, of course, you’ll push off from one foot, and start rolling forward, only to not land on the other foot. Eventually you’ll have swollen up into a big sphere, your hands and feet totally helpless to do anything except flap around stubbornly. Even then, you’ll still try to use that to move yourself— you could walk not even a full day before this!— only to find that you’re still growing, your wrists and ankles and palms and backs of your fingers and toes expanding more and more, until you can barely move them at all.

I just love the idea of expanding rapidly, but slowly enough that you notice every single new pound/inch on your body

[cow-berrybluess]

Been sitting on this oc for a while now — nameless for now.

[permanentberry]

Make them so huge that they need to talk themselves through the act of waddling more than a few feet. They should be mumbling things like "C'mon, just a few more steps" and "One foot in front of the other" as encouragement.

[cow-berrybluess]

Blueberry inflation has got to be an incredibly noisy process.

The open mouth chewing is just the start of it, but the second your skin becomes blue and saturated with the juice it’s too late. The metaphorical ball is rolling as your body starts to stretch and swell to attempt to accommodate it. You don’t notice until the pressure ebbs, jutting outward enough for your waistband bites into it.

You’re speechless as your body is steadily swelling, belly growling as another spurt of juice fills you more. The fabric of your clothes tighten, hearing the fabric stretch around your thickening limbs. You would hear how your belly sloshes with the growing pool of juice if you weren’t addicted to chewing the gum that put you in the position in the first place. It’s a stress reliever and you are very stressed at how big you’ve become, but moreso at the fact that every spurt fill you with a warmth that makes your knees weak and heart flutter.

If you weren’t already blue, you’d be red at how impossibly turned on you are by the idea.

The sloshing and growing grows louder as you grow wider. You clumsily widen your stance as you can no longer move properly; your stomach’s completely rounded and hangs low after your buttons shot from you like a bullet; your legs can no longer bend at the knee with how juice filled you’ve become; your arms hang heavy at your sides as your body picks up the growth. The gargling of the juice inside of you is loud to drown your whimpers out as you’re more berry than you are a person.

When it couldn’t get worse, your body begins swallowing your limbs. You lose the balancing act as your toes lift off from the floor. Your hands can’t do anything to save you as they too become sucked in. The real panic begins when your head begins to get swallowed in. Not enough for to submerge fully, but enough to become deafened to the world, only subject to hear the juice inside of you slosh and gurgle as you’re rolled off to the juicer before you get any bigger.

[adiposesaleswoman]

sebastian stuck in his computer chair? 🥺

maybe the prequel to that one art of him sitting