Ichigo was roaming around the forest she called home, the Zorgoia looking for something to eat. The feral creature stood at a towering 8 feet in height, and most of her fur was a light, beige color. A wide line of pink fur went from the tip of her snout to her tail, of which was fully covered in pink fur up to its end. She had two rings of light brown fur on her neck, as well as the tips of her ears being the same shade of color. She had bright green, snakelike eyes that were constantly looking around, observing her surroundings and searching for her next meal.
After some more walking, she finally saw something other than plain forest. A bush of berries sat in front of her, looking ripe and ready to pick. They were bright blue in color, and each berry looked to be the size of an orange. Ichigo smiled with satisfaction, and her stomach growled eagerly in anticipation of the coming meal.
She approached the bush and sniffed the berries, a familiar scent entering her nostrils. However, she couldn’t quite place where she knew the scent from. Shrugging the familiarity off, she opened her mouth and ate one of the berries. The juices were very sweet, and her tail swayed as she ate happily. She swallowed the berry, and immediately something seemed… off…
Ichigo had only eaten one berry, but she already felt considerably full. At that, she felt like there was an increasing pressure in her stomach. She looked at her underside to find that her stomach was expanding, and that sight made her realize why the berry seemed so familiar: she had made the mistake of eating it once before. Last time, though, she had only eaten a single bite, and it made her into a spherical, juice-filled orb until someone came along and manually drained her.
Already, her stomach was bulging outwards, and was making a visible dome on the underside of on her normally thin body. It was quickly expanding, already reaching the size of a basketball and pressing her legs outwards. It kept growing steadily, though, and a gurgling noise was becoming audible as the juice bubbled inside her.
Ichigo looked around for any kind of solution, but nothing came to mind as she felt her skin stretching, causing it to tingle. She could already feel her chest expanding as well, and soon her underside was one, large expanding dome. The juice was becoming greedier for space as it filled Ichigo’s body, and her legs started puffing out as it pushed its way into her limbs, forcing her to widen her stance. Walking anywhere was extremely hard, but Ichigo wasn’t even going to try, knowing that shaking the liquid inside her would only make it more volatile.
Eventually, she felt her belly touch the ground, and it was at that point that she started rising upwards, the car-sized zorgoia having now been rendered immobile. Her back and sides began to expand too, and her feet began to be sucked down into the domes her limbs had become. Even her neck was bloated, turning into a sort of cushion around her head, and Ichigo’s cheeks were blown up to almost comical proportions, sealing her snout shut.
Now it was only a matter of time until Ichigo’s inflation stopped, and its rapid speed suggested it wouldn’t be doing so for a while. However, just when she had accepted her fate, Ichigo could hear the gurgling noises beginning to soften, lowering in volume until, at last, it was completely silent. She was the size of a small house now, and as she sat there, she scolded herself for being so ignorant of the dangers of eating random berries. Surely, she wouldn’t do that again, but at the very least, she wasn’t hungry anymore.