The blueberry Shrunk in an airport chapter 8 by Louka31

“Do you like blueberries?” She asks suddenly, a complete change of pace from the discussing your girlfriend.

“Huh,” you replay at first, not sure where this is going.

“I packed some blueberries. Would you like one?” She explains.

“Sure.”

She places a plastic container onto the tray next to you from her purse underneath, opens it, and hands you blueberry. It’s about the size of a watermelon to you, its thick skin forming an impenetrable wall. Inspecting it, you realize the hole in the top the skin is thin in one section. You try to pry it open with your hands, causing Megan to giggle.

She motions for you to just dig in, and you burrow your face into the top, ripping it open. You break it open and start eating at the blueberry. It’s juices covering you. When you lift your head back up, you notice she is giggling even harder. Your face is blue, and juicing is oozing all the way down to your waist. You can tell she’s enjoying every moment of it.

“You’re so adorable,” she coos, poking you gently but still causing you to fall.

If you’re already dirty, what’s a little more mess, you think, and you dig in for some more. After having enough, you place the leftover blueberry in front of her, halfway eat. She quickly munches in one bite.

“You’re clothes are a mess,” she exclaims, pinching your shirt off before you can react. “We got to get you all cleaned up!”