Shantae continued to pad her way around the kitchen, uncaring about her lack of clothes or blueberry-like skin. As the half-genie explored, the parts of her body that had swollen up in her transformation - her breasts, lips, clit, and butt, to be exact - had continued bloating up, plumping up a little more every few seconds. Shantae didn't seem to notice at first, but as time went by, her juice-pumped parts filled up faster and faster, the growth going from only noticeable if watched closely for several seconds, to plainly visible, to filling rapidly like a water balloon.
"Hmmm?" Shantae hummed curiously, having just noticed her plump purple lips spreading upwards enough to begin creeping into her line of sight. "Oh, those seem a little big..." The half-genie glanced down at herself, noting the other parts of her body jiggling more than before, sloshing with the thick juices that now filled them out. Then, suddenly, Shantae started, new knowledge of her altered body hitting her, telling her of how she was now constantly filling with juice and would need to occasionally squeeze it out.
"Ah, right, how could I forget?" Shantae giggled at her apparent absentmindedness. "I should probably get around to juicing myself, and preferably in a way that won't get much more on the floor." There was already blue juice splattered across the wood-paneled floor from where it was leaking from the half-genie's nipples and pussy, but with her breasts and butt cheeks each the size of her head, her lips covering her face from her nose to her chin, and her clit the size of her fist, Shantae figured there was a considerable difference between splatters and what she was about to release.
"Alright, that should do." Shantae noted to herself as she turned toward the chrome sink nearby. With some exertion, the lithe dancer hefted up her breasts, then dropped them onto the counter surrounding the sink with twin 'plunk's and a few moments of sloshing jiggles. That done, Shantae promptly moved on to squeezing and groping her huge, full tits, not caring where she was or who might see or walk in on her. Fountains of thick, blue juice gushed from her throbbing nipples and splashed into the sink, sometimes so much at a time that it filled the basin a few inches deep before going down the drain.
"Whew," Shantae panted, unable to deny that the attention to her breasts and nipples had gotten her worked up, "that was something. Guess it's not over yet, though." Though the half-genie's breasts had shrunken enough that she was easily able to stand straight up with them again and her lips had gone from face-pillows to plump, kissable suckers, she was still left with a pear-shaped figure, her rear still jutting out behind her like a shelf, and her clit throbbing as it passed the size of a softball.
"Alright, guess this'll be a little trickier." Shantae muttered to herself as she used her dancer's flexibility to lift a leg up onto the counter, leaning towards the sink so that her plump mons were left directly over it. That done, the islander's slender hands came up again, this time diving between the thick nether lips to squish around and between them. The purple blush on Shantae's face spread further and grew darker as she pleasured herself, with juices first spattering from her pussy, then streaming, until soon thick jets of dark blue juice were splashing from between her thighs into the sink.
"Nnnnnngh, ahhhhhhh..." Shantae groaned, letting out a sigh as climax finally hit, her nether lips fluttering as juices surged from her in one last voluminous burst. Eventually, her body calmed down, now momentarily settled at a size she reached shortly after fully becoming a blueberry girl. She was still larger in most places than she was before the change, with her rear now like a pair of soccer balls perched atop similarly thick thighs, and her clit sticking out from her groin like a swollen purple thumb.
"Ah, got that taken care of." Shantae cheerily noted as she took her foot off the counter and brought it back down to the floor. With the juice now drained back out of her figure, she was able to move about easily again, and so she was left with the decision of where to go next. The half-genie figured that it was time to move on and try searching a different room, though she still had a few thoughts about fixtures she had come across in the kitchen that might be worth examining further.
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