When Her Blueberry Body Swallows Her Arms and Legs

Lois Lane did not know much about Poison Ivy's genetic superscience. Didn't know about how plants breathe through tiny pores, or the bizarre cellular machinery in her altered anatomy which was sucking in moisture from the humid greenhouse air and converting it into juice into her tissues.

No, all that Lois Lane knew was that even as the naked villainess ground against the orb of her stomach and kneaded the reporter's now bulbous breasts, the reporter continued to thicken. The expansion was not at all like normal weight gain; there was no soft squishiness to it. The flesh was firm and almost rubbery to the touch, and while the gain in mass was mostly concentrated around the reporter's middle...Lois felt a sadness when she thought of her once-trim waist...it wasn't stopping there.

Minute after minute as the hammock sank slowly lower, Lois wiggled, already too big and heavy to move much, even without the other woman who rubbed her wet slit against the reporter's navel. The reporter gasped as Ivy let go of the reporter's juicy tits and sank down between her legs. The hot tongue found the reporter's gash, which slowly pushed its way down the reporter's thighs as her globular torso slowly expanded.

It wasn't as though the limbs shrank. The mass of juicy flesh simply enveloped them. Lois found her lungs work harder against the weight of all that fluid., even as the blue mass of her body swallowed elbows and knees. Her cunny, impossibly stretched by the growth in her body, felt like it was a foot long...and Ivy's tongue ran up and down it, the pale green skin now dappled with bluish-purple juice, an ecstatic gleam in her eye.

The reporter could only groan as with every passing moment, the pressure on her core and limbs grew. It was like being trapped inside a giant water balloon, or in a wetsuit at the bottom of a pool. All of that mass compressed against her...and her skin felt ready to split. Slowly, the definition of her individual breasts disappeared as they were absorbed into her almost spherical mass. The firm flesh of her body reached her ankles and wrists, and Lois could feel that her back was pressed against the floor, the hammock entirely taut and weighed down by her mass. As her chin touched the azure skin, Lois felt as if she was about to burst...and finally, she found her voice.

"Please!" Lois begged. "Juice me!"