I love to pick berries off a tree and nibble them very secretly and in private. Sometimes I share them with Harry Styles.
Sometimes They remind me of nipples. I lick them softly hoping it hardens...
I swallow them whole so they sit in my stomach for days. Sometimes I hope that these berries are living people, and they are building a colony inside of my stomach.
As they grow I will give birth. Birth to a new generation. My new generation of berry boys. Bouncing berry boys of the future. It is my dream.
I love my children. My berry boys. They remind me of my partner, Harry Styles. Berry. Harry. Harry Berry. Berry Styles. This is the future. The future, of fruit. The future of berries, and style. Peace.
I stagger to the nearby town. My babies are ready to be birthed. My stomach is in pain and I can barely see. I wish Harry Styles could still see me and care for me in this important moment. Help... My berries Before I knew it, the moment I feared most had happened far too late. What I had hoped to be my precious angels, where the devils. Gnomes.
I can see their tiny shapes in the distance. I can hear them singing their gnome music. They're coming, they're coming for my berries. I clutch my stomach, and begin to run. I have to find a safe spot to birth my berries, somewhere far away from these horrible gnomes...!
The gnomes are closing in on me. I feel the life of my berries slipping. I run and run as that gnome music plays in my ear. I finally find a cave. 'I must give birth here!' I think to myself as the berries slip from my body. But what I fear the most enters the cave. The gnomes. Hes here. This is happening.
I tried to escape but the gnomes had me in their gnome-like, but firm grasp. My leg was caught in between the grip of the gnome while my cervix expanded. My berries were slowly slipping out of the crevice of my vagina, and I could feel the dripping wet blood all over my legs. The gnomes felt it too. They were very, very turned on.
I can't resist. The gnomes are just about to have their way with me, even after I just had my precious berries. I'm still sensitive. Their vicious growls, the eerie music in the background. The gnomes are taking over the town at this time of night, too. I wonder if Harry's alright... Just as I'm wondering this, Harry Styles to the rescue, standing in front of this scene in the cave!
He brought out a sword. He wanted to protect me! The rock hard nipples of his revealed they were not nipples, but armor. Just as he was about to create a bloodfest, a gnome grabbed his bulge...they found his weakness.
The gnome squeezed his bulge with it's tiny, tiny hands. He was beginning to lose his power.. I had to save him! I knew what I had to do. I laid down, and spread my legs, and then I begin BIRTHING. Baby berries shot out from my womb, and I could only pray that they would hit the gnome attacking my dear Harry-Warry...
As my sweet babies shot out of my uterus, blood and all, they hit the attacker. The gnome began to melt. The berries were his weakness. Although some of my little ber-bers sacrificed themselves... Harry was saved. My harry. My sweet... nipple loving harry... finally we could be free.
Harry touched his own hard rock nipples and slowly graced towards me while I was still lying down, with blood all over me. He grabbed me and whispered, "Honey. I'm sorry we couldn't have kids this time." I smiled. I slowly reached my hand into my uterus to reveal a single, bloody berry boy. He was covered in blood, but still breathing. Harry looked at me in joy. We have. A child. All to ourselves. We can live, happily berry after... The End...