>>83762 You know you're making it in the fetish circles when someone else posts your art in one of the chan forums.
I was commissioned to draw a follow-up, which I posted to my public accounts just a little after a week after this was uploaded here. I already posted it in the general blueberry thread, but I might as well post the sequel, along with the abridged short story here.
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You smile and inhale a deep breath of the ocean air. The soft crashes of each gentle wave wash your worries out to the sea. You're already glad you let Genevieve talk you into this.
Your hand goes to Genevieve's ball first, and in a moment, she's at your side, towering over you.
Once your shy, quiet Gardevoir, Genevieve has now and forever been transformed into a giant blueberry, eight feet in diameter, with boobs bigger than a pair of Gravelers. She smiles and laughs in delight as her vestigial hands and feet flapped and kicked from within the divots of her body.
"It's beautiful!" Genevieve exclaimed.
"Sure is," you reply, somewhat absent-minded as your hand gently strokes her side.
She coos and awes as her rosy eyes scanned the scene. She turned her head, doing her best to look at you over the horizon of her own relatively new blueberry body.
"Thank you for taking us here, Master."
"Thank you for convincing me to come here, Genevieve. I can already tell today is going to be a good day, for all of us."
"Yeah..." Genevieve says, looking a little bashful. "Master, could you, um... put me back in my PokeBall, for just a moment?"
To tilt your head in confusion. "Why?"
"I have a surprise for you," she says, excitement working its way into her voice.
You just look at her for a moment, uncertain. "Okay, sure," you slowly answer, and recall your permaberry Gardevoir.
("I'll be quick, I promise!") Genevieve telepathically says from inside her PokeBall, than withdraws just as quickly from your mind.
You stare at her capsule in confusion for a moment, then make an uncertain "Hmmm..." before seeing to letting out the rest of your Pokemon. A few minutes pass before she contacts you again.
("Okay master, I'm ready!")
With one last moment to brace yourself, you let Genevieve back out of her PokeBall, and your eyes nearly pop out of your skull at the sight of her.
"Do you like it?" She asked, an eagerness in her voice.
"Whoa..." you mutter, staring in awe at her succulent blue skin, canyon of cleavage, and enormous blueberry breasts, threatening to pop out of her bikini top.
"Master?"
You're startled out of your staring, realizing you still haven't answered her question.
"Genevieve... you look... golden."
Genevieve's eyes widened, lighting up like Moonblasts. She looked away from you, bashful, even as a smile as wide as her facial muscles could push creased her cheeks. Her hands flapped and her feet kicked in excitement.
"You like it that much?" she asks, stammered.
"I am beyond impressed, Genevieve."
Genevieve's smile grew even wider.
"I-I'm glad you love it so much, master."
"I do. So, now that your in your swimsuit, how does me rolling you to the water for a swim suit you?"
She smiles. "I would love to go swimming with you, master. Although, be careful when you're rolling me. We wouldn't want anything to... pop out... would we?"