Berry Brothel: Valentine's Day

Chapter 1

Berry Brothel: Valentines Day

“Come on Love! We are almost there!” your wife says as she pulls you down the strip, into a casino, pass the secret door, and down the hall, not stopping until you are both in the elevator leading down to the Berry Brothel.

The elevator begins its descent and you wrap your arms around her to try and keep her from jumping out of her skin. “I know you are excited, Love but calm down you are practically vibrating”

She nuzzles into your shoulder a big grin on her face. Taking a big breath she looks at you “This is going to be the best valentine's day ever”. You smile back at her. And think “how did I get so lucky?” Your love story is uncommon but not unheard of. Meeting in a blueberry inflation message board on discord, you quickly found out not only did you have a lot in common outside of the fetish but that you lived close enough to go on real dates. The rest, as they say, is history.

One of her biggest fantasies was coming to the brothel and getting to try her fetish for real, so as a gift you bought a ticket and dinner for two for their Valentines day event.

Entering the lobby you made your way to the counter. A Red woman with impossibly large curves checked your tickets and sent you both to the wardrobe to pickout clothing. You chose a simple white button down shirt and slacks while your wife went with a tight blue dress that hugged her beautiful curves and a red belt. Smirking at her you said “Just couldn't resist could you?”

She grinned warmly “Who knows if we will ever get to come again. I want to live out my fantasy all the way.” Exiting the dressing room you are both escorted to a large room that is made out to look like a fancy restaurant. All around you are tables with various couples living out their fetishes. Feeders lovingly rubbing their feedee’s bellies as they fed them massive plates of pizza. Others were roughly shoving their partners faces into massive plates of pasta whispering taunting wording in their ears. As the feedees ate you could see them all visibly getting fatter, swelling with cellulite as they gorged. Some you notice seemed to be growing pig tails and noses. The smell of sex mixed with basil and garlic hung heavy in the air. The atmosphere alone sets your mood and you feel arousal start to build inside of you. While not as visible as your wife your own anticipations and excitement are boiling inside of you eager to be let out.

Once seated at your table a waiter comes over “Good Evening, what can I get for you?”

Your wife smiled sweetly at the waiter “I think we would both like a glass of wine and a bowl of tomato soup”.

The waiter nodded understandably “An excellent choice Madam. Though I have to warn you, for the holiday we have cherry pie for dessert insead of our normal blueberry.”

A small look of confusion crosses her face before she replies “That's all right, does it still have the ice cream?”

The waiter smiles knowingly “Of course mam”.

“Then that should be fine”.

“Very good, I will be right back with your wine and soup”.

Your wife grabbed your hands as a big grin splits her face. “I'm so excited I can hardly believe we are here! She let out a squeal of delight to rival any of the pigs sitting around us. Catching her breath she looks you again “Also might I say you look very nice this evening”.

You look down at yourself and rub your chest. The shirt you are wearing is scratchy on your skin before saying “Thanks, we clean up pretty good don't we?”

“We do. Although we might decide we look better once we are round and juicy”

“You certainly will. That commission I had made of you is at the top of my playlist”.

“Oh I know, that's why I'm so excited. We get to make that pic real!”


“Hey, that reminds me I packed the top hat in the suitcase just in case we want to play in our room later.”

A shiver runs up your wife’s spine at the thought of sucking off Mr. Wonka as a blueberry.

“Which Wonka will you be tonight?”

“Either Wendy or Wilder depend on how well you behave tonight”.

Your wine and soup arrive, your wife takes a spoonful and looks at you mischief radiating off her “Madness! Its tomato soup!”

Trying the soup yourself you decide to return her mischief “It's amazing! I can feel it running down my throat!”

Both of you lock eyes saying “Yea spit it out” before giggling at each other.

A crash comes up from one of the other tables. One of the feedees had gotten so heavy they had broken their chair. Their feeder rushed over the side of the table checking they were ok before beginning to hand feed them again rubbing their belly and whispering into their ear.

Turning back to your wife “what do you think he is saying”.

Your wife's eyes lock onto the couple as she entered people watch mode looking for any details that she could use to craft a story. “Lets see given the age difference she is definitely some kinda of sugar baby bimbo. Look at the way her hair is in pigtails,and those nails. No working girl has nails that long. Plus look at all the scraps of pink fabric around their table from what ever dress she burst out of. She definitely calls him ‘Daddy’ when they are alone. This whole feeder thing is just for him; He likes keeping her as a trophy wife for appearances but longs to really make her immobile so he can stick his cock between her rolls.. So I bet he is telling her what a good girl she is, and how happy this is making him, plus all of the money he is going to spend on her. That she will be the most blinged out pig in malibu. How about you? What do you think?”

“Wow that's pretty good, I don't think she is really his sugar baby though. That is just a role play for the evening. I think they are a married couple. The woman was his feedee but had to lose a bunch of weight for health reasons. So now they came here to have a night to indulge his fetish without the risk, but they are role playing that he is fattening her up as punishment for some kind of slight”.

“Wow you're so predictable. We need to work on your story skills”

“And that is why your write smut and I just cum on it”

Your second course arrived. Your wife took a large bite of it before resuming her reference fest “Oh the second course is coming up! Roast beef and a baked potato! Mmh!”

You look at her supplying the question you both know is coming. “With sour cream?” You take a bite of your own piece of meat before saying “Its changing, roast beef and a baked potato crispy skin and butter!”

Your wife looks at you smiling “Keep chewing kiddo my partner is going to be the first person in the world to have a chewing gum meal!” Looking into her eyes you both lean over the table and kiss each other both lost in the mutual love you have for both each other and your fetish. As you gaze into each other's eyes, the feeling of connection and love filling you, you have to fight the desire to grab her and make love to her right here and now in front of all of these people.

As one of the waiters walked by you asked "Is it possible for us to have our dessert to go?”

The waiter shook his head saying “We must insist that all food be consumed on premises, but we can move you to a private room if that would suit your needs”

You smile at the waiter “That would suit just fine.”

Holding hands you both nearly skip as The waiter leads you both to a dimly lit room made up to look like the inventing room pipe ran everywhere gears clicked and steam whafted in the middle was a small table with a candle and two slices of cherry pie. Both of you sit down and take a few bites

“Cherry pie and cream! Its the most marvelous cherry pie I’ve ever tasted!” your wife says her knee, bouncing rapidly, unable to contain her excitement.

“Dear, what's happening to your nose”? The tell tale red spot quickly spreads across her face. You feel your own face flush as well, spreading down from your neck as your stomach rumbles loudly.

Reaching across the table your wife boops you on the nose “Violet you're turning violet Violet!” The quote you were expecting. The wave of pleasure however takes you completely by surprise. You gasp as the slight touch instantly arouses you, while your wife jolts back like she has been zapped by electricity. Holding her body she rocks in her chair moaning “oh my god that felt amazing!” The red flush completely covers your bodies as the pair of you embrace hands running all over each other, each touch more orgasmic as pleasure builds inside of you.

Pressure building inside of you, you feel the first signs of growth on your wife’s hips. Which feels just a bit bigger than you remember. Your gut begins straining your shirt, pulling it free of the waistband of your pants. Your wife bends over the table roughly pulling up her dress to expose her now red ass visibly swelling in front of you “Spank it please!” she moans desperate to feel you on her body.

Smack!

“Oh god yes” she screams, her fingers grasping around the table edge bouncing her juicy rear for you to hit her again.

Smack!

“Mmh” she moans. As you wind up for another hit you can feel cold on the bottom of your belly. The swelling orb had fully untucked your shirt and peeking down you can see large ovals of red in the button gaps as the button struggled to hold on. Smacking her bottom again you see along with it wider its higher up then before. her own belly rising off the table making her stand on tip toe in order to keep her feet on the ground.

Smack!

Your wife lets go of the table and tries to rub and scratch at the place you hit hoping to add to the pleasure with her own hands. She can’t reach. She is already too wide to touch that part of her rear. She lets out a growl of frustration before standing up again attempting to pull her dress back down over her hips with little success. Looking at you she comes closer cradling your stomach in her hands her touch sends shivers of pleasure up your spine “If I had know how cute you would look with a nice round tummy I would have made you my feedee sooner”

Look at her you reply if i knew you grow such a juicy ass i would have done the same to you. You both hear a creaking sound and your wife's face gives away a wince of pain as the red belt is getting tighter. You think about helping her get it off but you know she wants to bust it so you pull her close and kiss her again. The size of her belly and tits along with your ever growing gut means you cant pull her in as much as you would like but its still enough to distract her from the belt that is cutting her in two

Holding her as close as your swollen bodies allow you to feel her widening inside your embrace, your hands slowly dripping farther apart as the juice fills her. With a sudden blort sound your wife’s previously untouched breast shoots forward filling the gap between you. Simultaneously you feel your ass shoot outward with a sudden surge of juice. The pressure of your thighs pressing together forces you to quickly widen your stance. You feel the seams of your pant leg popping and tearing from the pressure. Your wife grabs your hips and shakes letting you feel the juice in your ass slosh around. “Getting quite the juicy booty there, love”

You continue to make out sensitive lips, shooting fireworks of pleasure through your bodies. Your hands become clumsy and turgid as your bodies continue to expand, juice filling your bodies like you were filling with each other's love. Your bodies press against each other slowly forcing you apart, dome bellies developing into chubby frames that can barely press their lips together.

The belt around your wife's waist snaps off with a crack. She runs her hands all over her body as the juice redistributes itself. She whispers in your ear her voice breathy and seductive “I feel funny, What's happening to me?” The seams on her dress start to pop one by one gaps growing her red skin contrasting with the blue fabric. Your shirt hands limply around your growing frame the buttons burst off while you were kissing cradling her massive stomach you say “Your blowing up like a balloon”

She smiles running her hands down her frame giving a small dip and wiggle “Like a cherry”

Both of you keep growing larger, your forms beginning to round out as you begin to enter the final stage of inflation. As your clothing shreds and tears you try to keep skin to skin contact with your wife but your growing bodies make this impossible. Finally your growth ceases both of you large red cherries rocking back and forth on the ground. through bloated cheeks you look at her and say “I’ve got a cherry for a lover” you feel hands on your body again as attendants come to roll you both to the juicer. You catch a smile on your wife's face and you are glad you decided to spend Valentine's day at the Berry Brothel