Online Date

The online date

         We met by chance in an online chatroom linked to a website that catered to individuals of what some would consider an odd fetish.  After a small role-play we went on to just talk, which lasted well over three hours; things just clicked and we continued to meet up and talk.  For a year we signed on and picked up where we left off the previous day.  I was uneasy about sharing so much at first, and I think she was too, but the more we talked and learned about each other, the more we grew to trust one another.  Most nights, our discussions ranged from silly banter to really deep and insightful dialogues; it was only natural that we both wanted to meet offline.  What had started as a common fetish interest was now blooming into something more, especially once we discovered we lived in the same town.  My name is Eric, and the love of my life is Diane.

         We agreed to have our first offline meeting at a simple little diner in the middle of town.  When I arrived, she was already there in the corner table with two plates of blueberry pie waiting and untouched.  We sat there talking for hours, much like we would online.  For me it can only be described as love at first sight.  I had gotten to know her over the Internet, but we never exchanged pictures so neither of us knew what to expect of the other’s appearance.  I’m somewhat average in height and weight, if not a little shorter and lighter than most people.  My hair, grown out long and shaggy, is thick brown; my eyes are a light shade of hazel, giving a gentle look to my fairly muscular frame.  My date, however, was absolutely stunning.  She had these green eyes that were just so deep that I thought I’d fall into them if I stared for too long.  Her long, fiery red hair hung loose about her shoulders, shining with a brilliance that I could never have imagined, framing her gentle heart-shaped face, and her body was sleek and slender with generous curves in all the right places.

         After our little dinner date, we decided to go back to her place.  It was a modest little home she had; single story, nice lawn that was likely taken care of by a neighborhood lawn service, the interior was well furnished, and she had a combination pool and hot tub in the backyard.  “If I knew you had a pool, I would have brought my bathing suit.” I commented with a chuckle, keeping the mood light.

         Diane took hold of my arm, tugging me to her bedroom, replying, “Where we’re going, you won’t need it.”  She casually picked up a remote from her dresser and pressed a button to start up some music to set the mood as she pulled me over towards the bed.  “Sit tight while I slip into something more… comfortable.”

         Taking the opportunity to look around, Diane’s room didn’t appear to be anything special.  It was quite spacious, decorated with little more than the bed with a noticeable amount of pillows, a few dressers and the adjoined bathroom in which she was freshening up.  That’s when I noticed the little blue box on her nightstand.  Taking a closer look, it appeared to be some sort of vitamin supplement with BSI in bold letters.  There was some warning on the back about taking with fruit based beverages and alcohol.  Then again, everything has the alcohol warning, but the fruit based beverage part was a little strange.

         “Having fun snooping about my things?”  Diane giggled, leaning against the doorframe.  Setting the box down, I took in the sight before me.  She was garbed in nothing but a silk, blue nightgown.  In one hand she held a bottle of wine and in the other she had two wine glasses.

         “Well, it’s not snooping if it’s in the open, is it?”

         Strutting over, the way she moved her hips back and forth were hypnotizing as she hands me one of the glasses.  “Actually, yes, it is.”  She then picks up the box and extracts a pill from it before plopping it in her mouth and swallowing.

         “I saw some sort of warning on the box, something about drinking.  You sure you it’s safe to have wine with it?”

         “Awwww, you’re concerned about me?  That’s sweet of you.  Don’t worry, it’s only a vitamin supplement, what’s the worst that can happen?”  Uncorking the wine bottle, she poured a little of the reddish liquid into our glasses.  “A toast to our relationship?”

         Putting my concerns out of mind, I lifted my glass to meet hers.  “A toast.”  As I siped at my wine, she downed hers in a single gulp.

* * *

         One bottle of wine and an hour later, Diane is laying in my arms, the sheets draped over our naked bodies, the both of us basking in the afterglow of our shared climaxes.  Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, I gave a small kiss to the tip of her nose.  Looking into those hypnotic green eyes, my attention was then drawn back to her nose.  Where I kissed her looked a little darker, or so it appeared in the dim lighting.  Staring a bit harder, I reached over to turn on a light to see it better.  “What’s the matter?” 

With the lights on, I could see more clearly the spreading purple pigmentation on her face.  “Something’s wrong with your nose.”

         “What are you talking about?”

         I could hardly believe what I was seeing, “Your… your whole face has gone purple.”

         “Wow, you must really be drunk,” giggled Diane, “people’s faces don’t just change color…” She paused a moment, licking her lips, a look of concern on her face as her intoxicated mind puzzled over something.  “Strange, I can’t stop tasting grapes.” Then her eyes went wide as saucers before she leapt from the bed to grab the box of vitamins.  “Oh no.  It’s reacting to the wine.”  Diane’s entire body had turned purple.  After thinking for a few moments, I grinned and considered what we both knew was happening.  This is just like our online role-plays, except this was so much better because it’s real.  Pulling her back into the bed, she protested that she needed to stop it, but I hushed her with a kiss on the lips.  I could taste the grapes; it’s the same as the wine we drank earlier.  Her protests grew weaker as our tongues intertwined.  Taking more control, I cupped one of her breasts in my hand as I kissed the nape of her neck.  I could almost feel her bosom begin to swell with juice as she purred at my attentions.  After giving the nipple a small tweak, I moved my hand further south of the border over the top of her feminine center.  The excitement of it all was getting to her; just resting my hand on top of her nethers was drenching it.  Nibbling her neck lightly, she started to grind against my bare palm, itching to get me back inside of her again.  All the while her belly started to bulge out against me, pushing me away as I pulled her close.  Her breaths grew quick and shallow, so caught up in the emotions of the moment that she no longer cared that she was blowing up like a balloon, she just wanted another round of sex.

         With a light push on her shoulder, I eased her back down onto her back, the many pillows cushioning her as I moved on to kiss her naked, swollen breasts, pecking around them careful to avoid the erect nub of her nipple.  After giving similar attention to the other breast, I continue to tease her, moving down to her domed belly and kissing every square inch of it, even as it continued to increase in size.  The swelling was making Diane look pregnant and ready to burst.  With a final kiss to her navel, I tease it with my tongue, leaving just the tip on her as I slide down between her legs.  She was so wet with anticipation, a reddish-purple stain was starting to form on the sheets, she wanted me badly but she’d have to wait a little longer.  Finally removing my hand from her slit, I lift up one of her purple legs, kissing the top of her foot, slowly making my way up to her thigh kiss by sensual kiss, never breaking eye contact with her.  It was only when her gut became the size of a large beach ball that our visual connection was ended; by which point I was kissing the last spot of her inner thigh.  Onto the other leg, I started at the knee this time keeping to the inside of her thigh like before.  She was gushing with anticipation once I was done.  I had already teased a soft foreplay climax from her and she is starved for more.

         Juice had begun filling other parts of her body now.  Each of her breasts were roughly C cups when we started, but now they were each the size of a volleyball, her hard nipples leaking just as much juice as her nether-lips.  Now that she was warmed up, I was ready to give her what she was begging me for, but not quite the way she expected it.  Laying down next to her, I took one of her bloated breasts into my mouth, sucking on it, causing a burst of juice to fill my gullet as I slid my finger into her wanting snatch.  Feeling around for just the right spot, I found the soft spot I’m looking for and start stroking it.  Lightly at first, I alternate between sucking her nipple and kissing on and around it as I increase the pressure and speed with which I rub her insides.  My swelling beauty’s breaths grow even shorter and faster now, loving the stimulation as her thighs and upper arms start to fill; my sucking did nothing to slow down her growth.  Harder and faster, my palm was slapping against her wet pelvis, she wanted to pull away and replace my finger with a different part of my anatomy, but with how big her belly had grown, it kept her pinned down for me, making it easier to go harder and faster until a sudden burst of juice drenched my arm.  As the embarrassed girl panted, her face violet from the second climax, I bring my hand up into her field of view and lick the juices off, whispering that now she’ll get what she really wants.

         Getting into position, I had planned to take her missionary, but her legs have grown too thick and full for her to have the needed flexibility for such a position.  To make up for it, I took charge and rolled her onto her belly, which raised her three feet off of the bed.  Pressing my member against her leaking pussy, I gently slide in, her body shivering from ecstatic pleasure the long anticipated penetration brought, her entire body jiggling.  Having to stand in order to get the right angle, I start thrusting my hips, giving her raised rump, or what was left of it, a light slap, sending a ripple through her rounding body.  After all the foreplay I gave leading up to this, the inside of Diane was so tight that the word amazing would be an understatement.  Leaning over her back, I got as close to her ear as I could with her spherical body in the way and whispered loud enough for her to hear, saying things like “You like how I feel in you?” or “Like it when I fuck you?”  Saying things like this only made her tighter as I humped her harder, making her cry out in bliss.  When I felt her next climax coming, I gave a few more hard thrusts before quickly pulling out and shifting into oral, sucking hard on her engorged clitoris, forcing her to have an internal and external orgasm at the same time.  The resulting gush of juice that sprayed right into my face was testimony to how mind-blowing it was.  I don’t think her body really comprehended what was going on.  Licking off what I could, I put myself back into her and resumed thrusting at a slightly slower pace.  She protested that she needed to rest, but after a minute, she was getting right back up again.  This time though, I told her that she isn’t allowed to orgasm till I give her permission to.  Her arms and legs were starting to get sucked into her body now.  It was only a matter of time until she’d be a fully spherical ball of juice with a head attached.  Just the thought made me thrust a little faster, loving the juicy sounds that came each time I slapped my hips against her body.  I started to get a little too excited.  I could easily continue this position for another half hour if I slow down to calm myself a little, but I didn’t want to.  Faster and faster, I whispered to her how hot she was making me, how I loved her big juicy body, then at the very second that I couldn’t hold on any longer, I commanded her to orgasm.  I felt her juice gushing out against my body as I started shooting my load into her, calling out her name as she called out mine.

* * *

         Three times throughout the course of the night, the two of us made passionate love in spite of Diane’s spherical state, during which I made her admit to using the pills on purpose and knowing it’d react to the wine.  She didn’t need to tell me why; it was on the blueberrypatch forum that we met, so it was just the sort of thing that we loved.  Now, as we lay there on her bed holding each other, she started flapping her hands to get my attention.  “Hey, Eric, when do you think you’re gonna juice me?”

         Grinning, I started musing over the different ways to get the juice out of her.  “Let’s see, I could juice these.”  I grabbed and lightly pinched one of her nipples, making her coo in delight as grape juice seeped out through my fingers.  “But I think I like getting juice out of here instead.”  Reaching down with a hand, I started to finger her nethers again.  Luckily neither of us had work this week, because it would take a long time to get all the juice out of her.