If you're uncomfortable with someone being berrified, don't read. If you aren't, Enjoy!

It was his third day in Greenville that the Once-ler's Thneed didn't sell.

"Just typical," he muttered angrily.

Wiping the tomato stains on his clothes and guitar with his Thneed, which the town people tossed at him again, the salesman decided to head to Greenville grocery store, which was coincidentally right behind the square, to buy a small pack of marshmallows to take the edges off him.

Inside, he headed to the sweets isle. Gazing past the chocolate bars, licorice whips, and hard candies, he didn't have a big sweet tooth, but if there's one kind of sweets he loves, it's marshmallows. Whether regular, fruit-flavored, chocolate-flavored, mini/jumbo-sized, toasted, in hot chocolate, in s'mores, bunny and chick peeps in Easter, or mushed in a jar, he loved having the soft, gooey sweetness in his mouth.

"Now, which one, which one?"

Gazing at which to pick for the day, he spotted a flavor that even he'd never had before, let alone heard of: mini blueberry-flavored marshmallows. All the other mallows were scooted in the circle and the blueberry-flavored pack was right there in the middle. It's as if all the other packs wanted him to have that certain one, beckoning the beanpole to take it. Suspicious, much? "Huh, never had this one before." Picking up the pack, he noticed that, unlike the other packs, it had a big "W" on the side in a wonky style.

"Oh, well. Blueberry it is." After purchasing the pack at the cashier, he went back to the square, packed up with his mule Melvin, and headed back to his cottage in the Truffula forest.

Back at the forest, some of the animals were playing card, both poker and go fish, with the Lorax, their forest guardian. He noticed, not knowing that the baby swamee-swan ate one of his cards again, that the young man returned from another Thneed-selling attempt.

"Well, beanpole, did your sell it yet?" He noticed the same stains on his clothes. "Uh, never mind, then." Deciding to drop the subject, he resumed his cards.

Inside his cottage, he placed his guitar on his bed and seated himself to his desk for a rough brainstorming. "I still don't get why no one wanted to purchase the one invention that would change the world. What am I doing wrong? Maybe it's the jingle. It probably needs a few changes." He grabbed a paper to think it over. After a few frustrating minutes, he was still stuck and pacing back and forward.

"Uugghh, ok. I still can't think this over."

He stopped and heard light rumbling. It was his stomach. "Especially on an empty stomach," he said placing his hands lightly on his stomach. He was in such a hurry to sell his thneed that he didn't even eat. "Good thing I bought these babies." He grabbed his bag for the marshmallows, but before he opened it, something puzzled him. "I wonder why an employee spread the other mallows apart to leave one standing out."

He later on shrugged it out. "It's probably a limited edition, and the last one at that."

Opening the pack, the aroma of the blueberry flavor was overpowering. His sense of smell was in absolute paradise! He nearly slipped off his chair from the smell hitting him straight in his nostrils. "I'll split it in half for the others. They might want them, too, in case Mustache gets in my case on that."

He poured the whole pack and divided it into two even bowels. He grabbed a few in his fingers. "They're probably too good to keep all by myself." Slowly he placed them in his mouth, and just like that, the flavor exploded like no other marshmallow did! The taste was so heavenly, and he didn't even chew on them yet! This time, he slipped of his chair completely on his back and hand on his face.

"Mmm-mmmm! They are too good to keep by myself! Oh, such a strong flavor!"

And strong it was, indeed. The second he chewed on them, a stream of juice gushed right in his mouth. It's as if they were farm-fresh blueberries disguised as marshmallows. He wasn't just tasting the softness, but the juice ran down his throat. The taste was overwhelmingly sweet! His taste buds were in a complete ecstasy! At each chew, he could feel the juice lightly filling his stomach up.

Little did he know that while he was eating the sweet mallows, the tip of his nose was changing color and spreading: blue as his very own eyes. "They have got to try these. They'll love 'em!" Before he started to walk out the door, he could still taste the juice running in his mouth and in his throat. Thinking that he probably had enough, he grabbed the bowel, without knowing that the top of his face was turning dark blue, and ran outside to share it to the forest friends at the creek just like the day they met him.

"Hey, you guys need to try these new mallows I bought. This time they're blueberry-flavored, and I can still taste it." The guardian turned to the beanpole.

"Well, you sound chipper all of-." Before he could finish his sentence, he, along with the other animals, look at him in shock! Even the baby swamee-swan drops the card in his mouth.

"Kid, are you chocking on them?!"

"No. Why would you ask that?"

"Cause your face is all blue! Even your hair!"

Once-ler was dumbfounded at first. "What?"

"If you don't believe me, look at yourself!" he shouted, pointing at the river.

The young man bent down on one knee and was in for a shocking surprise! In his reflection, his entire face and his once raven hair were deep indigo blue, darker than his eyes. The guardian was right! Taking a breath, he splashed his head in the river, but once he got out, there was no trace of whatever was on him in the water, which means it didn't come off.

He nearly flipped on his bottom at the mere sight, causing to suddenly swallow another stream of juice, but it didn't stop there. He started to panic when he noticed that his hands had the same indigo pigment.

"Is this some allergic reaction?" the guardian asked.

"I don't have any food allerg-" He was cut off when he swallowed another mouthful. "I don't know, but all...I can taste...is blueberries!" He gazed at what was happening next: his own clothes, even his shoes and excluding his fedora, were turning deep blue as well.

Suddenly, there was another rumble, this time a loud one, from his stomach. Immediately, he groaned as he held his belly and dropped on his seat next to a truffula tree to catch his breath, which was hard when he gulped down yet another mouthful. The Lorax and the other animal rushed to him with a look of worry.

"Beanpole, are you alright? Say something!"

"I don't...feel too good."

"How?"

"Sounds weird ...but I feel...bloated and full."

Looking down at his belly as he hears the grumbling again, he saw and felt the unexpected. It was swelling up! The others quickly helped him up on his feet, but his legs wobbled from the heaviness, causing his fedora to fall off. His entire abdomen was getting bigger from his body filling up with juice that he kept swallowing like he devoured the forest guardian himself. Mouthful after Mouthful, the juice was making room to his thighs, which slowly widened up to the point where he can rest his wrists on them. After that, the blue liquid was filling up his bottom, from one cheek to another until they grew to the size of basketballs.

They could hear the watery sloshing sound at each attempted, yet difficult, movement he made. His former scrawny legs we're now being pumped, resembling flipped up traffic cones. He moaned as his clothes were getting tight. Those around him were slowly stepping back as the human's body kept expanding. They weren't sure, but they could catch a distinct smell, much more fruity than truffula fruits. There wasn't anything they could do now.

"Mustache, was this...your doing?" he moaned, feeling fuller and fuller by the minute. The Lorax didn't know what to do.

"How should I know? We had nothing to do with this!"

"Well don't just...stand there! Get he-mmph!" At that moment, his cheeks were being filled with the juice, almost sealing his mouth shut!

Once-ler tried to move, but he felt too full as his whole abdomen was getting bigger. His clothes were now getting tighter. The juice was now filling up his arms, which quickly looked like sausages. He couldn't even put them down as they were rising up! Who knows how much juice his body can handle?!

He now looked like he swallowed his own wagon. In the distance, more animals can hear liquid gushing and see the odd blue blob growing. They could even smell the scent of blueberries. Even his mule Melvin noticed. By the time they got to him, they couldn't believe what they were seeing. Their own newcomer now became a big dark blue sphere! Pipsqueak jumped in fright. The sight made half of the female swamee-swams lay eggs without even trying.

His entire feet, hands, and head were the only thing sticking out of his own round blue body! Swelling larger than his own cottage, he could see the top the cottage and forest. All except his own body and everyone below him.

All of a sudden, the inflation and the sound of the juice sloshing ceased.

He was now completely full and unable to move with utter worry in his eyes. His skin was almost as tight as a drum along with his clothes, which stretched during the expansion. It was a surprise that they didn't rip off, but they were painfully pressing on his skin.

"What happened to me?!" he yelled, but his voice was muffled from the liquid-filled cheeks and lips. The guardian walked next to him and cautiously, afraid that he might pop him, pressed his hand on his soft, indigo skin causing another rumble in the belly.

"I don't know how to put this, but I think you've gone from beanpole to blueberry. You look and feel like one!"

"Oohph, I'll say, but why would I turn-" Then it hit him like a sack of stones, but he didn't want to believe it. "You don't suppose it was the marshmallows that did this to me...did they?"

Lorax tried not to believe it. "Now, listen. The last thing we need to do is panic and jump to conclusions." He signaled everyone to help to roll their human to the right position to see. Once-ler could feel fur, wings, fins, and Melvin's head on the side of his back. The bar-ba-loots decided to push with their backs, fearing that their claws will explode him.

They all gave him a big push, but, boy was he heavy! He couldn't even budge a few inches. After that big heave, they all caught their breaths and the Lorax ran up to him where he can see his head.

"Now I'm not absolutely sure, but that doesn't mean I don't believe you," he reminded.

A feminine voice came out of nowhere. "Well you should believe him."

They turned and saw a woman with black hair tied up and brown eyes in a purplish red two-tail coat, black skirt, and black top hat. She looked around Once-ler's age.

"Excuse me, miss, but who are you?" The woman paid no attention to the Lorax and just simply walked right past him. "Miss?"

He tried to run to her but was held by two identical women in uniforms who were also around Once-ler's age, but both have short brunette hair. The animals made room for the woman in uniform as she walked up to the round swollen beanpole.

She looks around him like some kind of inspection. She pressed her hands on his side, making him wince in pain. Bending down, she rolled him on his belly, to his side, and dug around in his naval with her finger, making his indigo belly to make small jiggles from chuckling. "Easy, that tickles." She rolled him back on his belly and faced him for one more observation.

"This just isn't right," she said with concern. Thank you, he thought. "He's not fully ripe yet."

Wait. What was she saying?!

"Yet? I feel like I'll burst!" he protested, flapping his small hands.

Even though he was in the twins grasps, the guardian wanted answers, too. "And what do you mean by ripe?"

She turned to one of the twins. "Glenise, search his cottage." The first twin obeyed and walked in the cottage.

"Oh, my manners," she giggled. The lead presented her card. "Wendy Wonka. You see, at a candy shop, we've created a secret blueberry concoction and infuse it in randomly selected sweets or freshly-grown produce items." Glenise came out with the empty pack. "You see the printed 'W' on the side?" she asked, pointing it. "Once used, a small tracking device on the back lets us know if the product is consumed, thus turning said consumer into a giant human blueberry, where he/she will be tested, experimented, and juiced."

So that's what the W meant. Once again, his curiosity got the best of him.

"Juice? Is that what I'm filled with?"

"Fret not," she said in a comforting tone. "We made careful precautions so you won't explode, but why aren't you ripe yet?" Glenise ran to her with the second bowl of the marshmallows.

A grin started to spread on her face. "Well, no wonder! You're only half done." Fear instantly struck him speechless!

"You little ones know too much," she pointed. "Gladyss." The second twin pulled out a nozzle and a wine bottle and attached them together. Glenise held on to the guardian while Gladyss sprayed him, instantly making him asleep, and that was only in the mist switch. Setting it to shower, she sprayed all the other animals, knocking them out in a snap.

"It's all a dream," Wendy grinned. She snapped her finger at the twins. "Girls, the funnel."

Once-ler tried to protest, but the nozzle was immediately shoved in his unripe lips. The small gooey treats were poured in his mouth. Before he could try and spit them out (that's a first), one closed his lips while the other pressed his jaws, forcing him to chew the last remaining sweets down. Despite the risk, he somehow couldn't help but savor every drop of juice in them. Of course, he had no choice but to swallow each and every one.

Another rumbling urges too over his body. At every minute, he could feel more of the blue syrup making room, if there was any left. His skin was still stretching to the limit. The funny thing about it was it was starting to feel nice. Now up to about 8 or 9 feet, getting bigger and wider every second, his entire arms and feet were sinking into the dark flesh. Then the growing halted. Nowhe was a ripe and immobile blueberry.

"Perfect!" Wendy squealed, clapping with glee. She couldn't help but caress his soft, ripe skin, and deeply inhale his fruity smell. "He's finally ready."

Hearing her fingers snap, the twins held up a walkie-talkie in front of her. She lifted up a fife from her pocket and played a special little tune in it. Out of nowhere, a very large truck came driving through the path and parked right next to the cottage. The lock opened and revealed two women in jumpsuits, jumping out and pulled out a wide ramp. He couldn't see where they were going next, but felt himself being slowly rolled. Seeing sky and ground over and over again was making him queasy. Not only that, but he could feel trickling in his naval, like something was leaking.

Wendy looked down and saw the sweet trail on the ramp and wiped it with one finger. She licked it and nearly lost her balance in ecstasy. "Mmmmm! He's definitely ready!"

Before entering, they turned him facing sideways. "Glenise, Gladyss, keep him place while we push him in." The twins braced on the front and back of him as the head woman braced the top. "On three. One...two...three!" Without trying to roll him, they pushed him in the truck with great effort. After those big heaves, they were finally in. The women in jumpsuits closed the door behind and headed in the front seats. Starting it, they finally drove away.

Inside, a small oval-sized cut in kept him in place to prevent him from rolling all over the place. He noticed that the walls were covered in dark blue fabric wallpaper and three hangable lamps on the side. The girls all took of their uniforms and Once-ler was in for a surprise! They all were wearing nylon lingeries! The twins' were light purple and Wendy's was baby blue, and she took of her braid, letting her long hair down. If he wasn't all blue right now, you could see blood in his cheeks.

The leader walked up to him with lust in her eyes. "You want to know the real truth, big boy?" Real truth, he thought. "We have a secret berry brothel underground our shop. We didn't turn you into a blueberry for nothing!" He didn't know whether to be shocked or excited. "Don't worry; we do it to girls, too. Trust me, you'll love being juiced at every drop, especially the way it's really done." In a flash, she pressed her lips against his. Kissing deep, they could both taste the satisfying juice in his lips. He got to admit, he really liked that kiss. She caught her breath and licked the remaining drops around her lips. Turning to the twins, she gave her last request to enjoy. "Girls, knock yourselves out."

The twins jump for joy! Glenise headed straight for one of his nipples while Gladyss was heading to his naval, and they began sucking away. He didn't know what was going on! All these girls sucking juice out of him like new-born babies! He wanted to step back, but it felt really great. Besides, he couldn't step back anyway if he was wanted to. His mind was buzzing all over with arousal! Below his pants, he could feel his member getting hard, building pressure! Juice being sucked at the very pore. His own blood and tight skin were getting hot inside! At each suck and kiss, his arousal was getting higher and higher! The girls felt hot, as well, but they suddenly stopped.

What happened? One minute he was about to reach the climax, and the next thing it all ended. "Not yet," Wendy cooed. "Wait until we get there." He couldn't help but smile. This may not be so bad, after all. Maybe when he becomes the famous theend inventor, he could always come here on special occasions. It wouldn't hurt to turn the girls into blueberries. Maybe they've been turned into blueberries, too.