(BERRY, SEGGS) DRABBLE - Bernkastel

Post-blueberried Bernkastel is left immobile and defenseless to Lambdadelta's shenanigans.

Series: Umineko: When They Cry
Characters: Bernkastel, Lambdadelta
CW: Blueberry Inflation, Humiliation, Juice Leaking (Breasts, Mouth, Genitals), Yuri, Oral S**, F*ngerb*ng, Slurred Speech
All SUBJECT characters depicted are 18+.



…The Sea of Fragments stretched on forever, a velvet void dusted with glinting beads of starlight.

Floating through this stillness drifted a dream of a room—an opulent bedroom suspended in nothing. Silken canopies swayed without wind, and velvet curtains shimmered across untouchable marble.

Golden chairs spun slowly, trays of half-melted sweets and pastries hovering nearby like lazy moons.

No light shone, yet everything glowed faintly, like a memory just before waking.

—All of this defying the law of physics in deference of the two inhabitants currently within this suspended palace.

One of the inhabitants was petite, dressed in an explosion of pink. Short blonde hair spilled from beneath a cheerful beret, bows cluttered her frilly outfit, striped socks stretching from beneath her puffed skirt. A jack-o’-lantern brooch grinned on her chest, echoing the mischievous spark in her red eyes.

—The other inhabitant couldn’t really be called a person, but rather a massive, glossy orb of indigo that stretched across half of the room. Settled belly-down like a fruit too ripe to move, a single face peeked out from the peak of her bloated curvature.

Bernkastel lolled there helplessly, her body grotesquely, gorgeously round, her limbs absorbed into the blueberry sphere she had become. Only her head poked out from a soft divot atop her own body, as if peeking out from a hill of her own making.

Her cheeks, flushed a dark violet, jutted outward with syrupy tension, skin stretched tightly yet softly over their rounded mass. Sticky trails of juice slipped from her lips, dribbling down to soak the frilled white collar of her Gothic Lolita dress—miraculously intact and clinging to her form, as if it was resized by whatever absurd magic to accommodate every curve.

Where her arms had been, only the faintest impressions remained, sleeves devoured by her shape with only her slightly swollen hands visible. Her legs had suffered the same fate, feet barely peeking out from the base of her massive girth in Mary Janes, little more than decorative stubs.

Her once modest chest now rose from the curvature in two exaggerated mounds, breasts round and obscene against the otherwise seamless surface. The front of her dress bowed tight around them, the fabric damp and stained with slow dribbles of juice beading along her hardened nipples. Its sticky scent was the thickest here: potent, clinging, embarrassingly floral.

Her stomach had long since become one with the whole of her body, a singular dome so swollen it rid up the carefully layered skirts of her dress upward, baring a fat, twitching sliver of blue-stained skin.

Just beneath that sliver, her once-white panties were pressed snugly to the compressed swell of her rear. Soaked through with deep violet blotches, the sharp sweetness of the juice clung to the fabric like warm perfume.

As if to add insult to indignity, her lone cat tail—the one feature the transformation had failed to fully subsume—stuck stubbornly out from the swell of her lower back, its little bow still neatly tied. It twitched in sharp, irritated flicks, the only thing she could really move besides her swollen hands and feet in her bloated, helpless state.

—All of this degrading misery, being orchestrated by the fellow witch that stood a few inches away from Bernkastel’s bloated face.

Lambdadelta only happily hummed to herself as she cuddled and felt up the rounded, taut skin that used to be one of Bernkastel’s shoulders.

"Awwww, look at you, Bern~♡" Lambdadelta sang, voice dripping with sugar. "You're so cute I could eat you up! Literally!"

Bernkastel's glare could have withered a forest if not for how absurdly adorable her bloated cheeks made her look.

She’d growled if she could, but every attempt to speak ended in the same result: a sudden surge of thick, syrupy juice building up in her mouth and leaking from her lips in slow, mortifying dribbles. Forced to clamp her mouth shut tighter, her cheeks ballooned even further, deepening the hue of her flustered face as she seethed silently through her nose.

Lambdadelta, unbothered, cooed as she cupped Bernkastel's cheeks between her hands, her fingers sinking just barely into the taut, springy surface—like trying to squish an overripe fruit stretched to its very limit.

"Mmm, squishy and soft~! Like a premium marshmallow!☆" she sang out, her voice thick with delight. From her view up close, Bernkastel's face was almost comical and cute: her once sharp features drowned beneath layers of flushed, puffed skin, her indigo cheeks gleaming faintly with moisture, her lips pursed into a stubborn, swollen pout.

Bernkastel’s dull violet eyes radiated impotent rage, glaring murderously past the soft curves of her own puffed cheeks, but the effect was more precious than terrifying—like a stuffed toy trying to act menacing.

Lambdadelta only giggled at this look, squeezing lightly, feeling the slight tremble in Bernkastel's bloated skin with every indignant huff.

After a few moments of squishing, poking, and admiring, Lambdadelta tilted her head, a playful pout forming on her lips. "Hmm. It's not as fun when you can't sass me, you know. I miss your crabby little insults."

With a snap of her fingers, a little sparkle of magic glimmered in the air. Immediately, Bernkastel felt the choking fullness in her mouth diminish—though the heavy weight in her cheeks remained. She exhaled heavily—a raspy, husky sound like someone who had been holding their breath underwater.

"There!" Lambdadelta cheered. "Now you don't have to worry about hawking up juice! Though, uh… can’t say about leaking from the… other places."

Bernkastel opened her mouth slowly, feeling the thick weight still dragging down her cheeks, her voice slurring heavily through the mass.

"Yuhh… b-betther… hff… fix thishh, Lambda," Bernkastel rasped in unamused disdain, though the bloated fat of her face dragged each syllable down into something slow, deeper, and almost pitiful; as though the juice swelling inside her had thickened even her very breath.

The Witch of Certainty only let out a little giggle, getting right up in Bernkastel’s violet face until she was nose-to-nose with her. "Ohohohoho~! Nope~! You’re just too precious like this, Bern~♡"

Bernkastel closed her eyes briefly, feeling a twinge of something wickedly pleasant in the tautness of her skin and the slow, heavy pulse of juice sloshing warmly through her vast form.

It was maddening—the constant gurgle and stretch beneath her surface, the way her own body seemed to lazily churn with every sluggish heartbeat.

…She hated how good it felt.

She absolutely could not—would not—let Lambda see it on her face.

If that idiot so much as suspected she was enjoying this…

"Y-you… yuh’re such a… huuuff… such a chihhld," Bernkastel mumbled through her bloated cheeks, the words dripping like syrup from her tongue. "F-finding enjohhment in… hff… something ashh… base ashh thish…"

Lambdadelta’s fingers only tapped lightly against Bern's taut skin as she slid lower, gliding down the mountainous swell. "Come now Bern! I was curious to see this play out! I mean, I saw this happen in a movie once! Or… wait! Twice, actually!"

Bernkastel narrowed her eyes, having a very good idea where the diminutive pink-clad witch was going. "…Of courshh… yuhh did…"

"I liked the older one better as a movie~! It was way more fun and colorful—more of a timeless classic!" Lambdadelta rattled on, drifting her hands across her berried lover to squeeze affectionately at the swell of what used to be called her waist. "Buuut… the new one? That one certain scene was waaay juicier! Like… it fits you so much better~!☆"

"…That makesh shho much shhenshe now…" Bernkastel muttered, her voice a dead drawl. "Of courshh… you wouldh be inspired byh that…"

The diminutive blonde only grinned wider, skipping her fingers gleefully down Bernakstel’s bloated side towards her massive chest. "Well, you know me, Bern~ Curious little witch, always wondering what it’d really be like to squish a giant blueberry girl in real life!"

Bernkastel let out a long, rattling exhale, puffing out her cheeks even more in annoyance as Lamdadelta’s hands began to explore her juicy breasts. "Hff… I shhouldh haveh known… yuhh couldn’t… hff… reshisht ruiningh mehh… for… yuhh shtuphid fantasyh—"

Bernkastel's sluggish insult caught in her throat the instant Lambdadelta’s fingers sank into one of her breasts with a bold, deliberate squeeze. A thick, wet warmth bloomed beneath the touch that made Bernkastel’s whole body tense.

Juice spilled almost immediately—first in trembling beads, then in rich, syrupy streams that rolled down the curve of her taut skin and splattered against the marble with soft, wet slaps. The puddle beneath her bloomed outward, rippling with each fresh drip, filling the air with a cloying, humid sweetness.

The scent was like ripe fruit at the edge of bursting, heavy and sun-warmed, as if the entire room had been steeped in boiling jam.

Sickly-sweet. Overwhelming. Intimate.

Bernkastel shuddered hard, a tremor rippling through her bloated mass. Her throat bobbed—once, twice—as she swallowed a sound that threatened to be a gasp. Her eyes narrowed, but the traitorous heat in them flickered, even as the leak from her breasts began to taper.

Lambdadelta was doing everything not to laugh at the purple-skinned witch’s vulnerability, even as Bernkastel’s juices got all over her hand, staining it a delicious shade of violet.

"Oooohhh?" Lambdadelta's voice lilted high in teasing delight, the urge to squeeze even more very tempting for the blonde witch. "Bern! I haven’t seen you leak this much compared to last time! You must be really excited that I was the one to help get you going~"

The so-called “Cruelest Witch” cheeks flushed deeper from the growing pleasure building up. "Nuhh… n-not becaushh… of yuhh… dummy…" she slurred weakly.

Lambdadelta’s hand stiffened suddenly, no longer sweet and fluttery but firm, almost bruising, fingers digging into the slick tautness of Bernkastel’s breast until fresh spurts of juice welled up and spilled down her strained dress.

It took all of Bernkastel’s willpower not to let out a pleased grunt at the treatment. The smile on Lambdadelta’s lips twisted, stretched wider, sharp and giddy.

"You really think you can lie to me, Bern~?" she whispered, voice syrupy with venomous glee. "You’re good at lying to everyone else. Hiding behind that dead little doll face, that flat little voice. But me?"

Her gloved nails raked a slow, deliberate path down the plump curve of Bernkastel’s side, making the overripe witch shudder. "You can't hide anything from me. Not your rage. Not your shame. Not your pleasure."

Bernkastel squeezed her eyes shut tighter, cheeks wobbling under the weight of her indignation—and the molten pleasure simmering beneath it. She could take this. She would take this.

"I can see it… feel it…" Lambdadelta continued, nails dragging faint white lines across the indigo swell of Bernkastel's belly, making the bloated witch twitch. "All that juice inside you… trembling, desperate to get out. All that pleasure you think you can bury behind that stupid little glare and denials."

"Don’t bother frowning like that, Bern. I know what you’re thinking: You think it’s beneath you. Disgusting. Undignified. You don’t want anyone to witness this pitiful form you’re in and don’t want anything to do with it…"

Lambdadelta laughed—a high, jittery cackle befitting of a witch, as she skipped her gloved fingers along the curve of Bern’s body like a child tapping on a drum.

"—But who else would accept you as a big, juicy berry?"

“—Who else would take care of you, who would tell you you're beautiful like this?”

“—Who else would make you the happiest, the most bloated, the most spoiled berry in the whole world?!"

"—Who else would love a bloated, leaking blimp like you?!”

"—WHOOOOO, BERN, WHOOOOOOOOOO?!"

The Witch of Certainty’s voice had spiraled into a deranged, high-pitched yell that barely underlied the sheer warped love she was conveying for the Witch of Miracles.

Yet Bernkastel, still shallow even with her growing need for release, only forced a scoff through her thick lips, tilting her fattened head the slightest bit in defiance.

"Hff… nhh… certaainlyh not yuhh, yuhh… lunahhctic…" she slurred, panting shallowly against the swell of her own chest.

This didn’t deter Lambdadelta at all, only grinning wider like predators about to descend upon their pitiful prey.

"Oh, Bern~ You say that," she lilted, voice dropping lower. "But… would you be shivering every time I touched you? Would you be leaking like a broken fountain? You just don’t want to admit how sweet it feels!~"

Bernkastel said nothing, biting down on the heavy fullness swelling in her throat.

"Hmmm…" Lambdadelta mused, tapping a finger against her lip. "Sounds like somebody needs a little… persuasion~"

Lambdadelta started to move around Bernkastel, her gloved hands dragging slowly along one of Bernkastel's bloated sides.

"Wrestling with all those nasty little feelings, aren't you, Bern? It's messy. It’s ugly. It’s perfect." Lambdadelta cooed, almost lovingly. "You don't know whether you want to curse me… or beg me to keep going~"

Her voice dipped lower, practically purring now as she leaned in close to Bernkastel’s ear. "Lucky for you… there’s nobody better suited to help you… squeeze it all out… than yours truly~♡"

Bernkastel only huffed, craning her heavy head as best she could, but Lambdadelta was already slipping out of sight, her voice curling like smoke into Bernkastel’s ears.

"I'll help you, Bern~," Lambdadelta whispered, voice so low Bernkastel felt it vibrating through her skin. "I’ll give you more… I’ll take even more back. I'll squeeze and drink and love every last helpless thought out of you~"

For a breathless moment, Bernkastel could only hear the occasional squelching from her stomach and the soft, sticky sounds of juice dripping from her breasts to the polished marble floor.

…Over half a minute had passed, and Lambdadelta’s voice had fallen silent.

Bernkastel couldn’t even feel her presence—only the slow, heavy thump of her own heartbeat pulsing through her overripe form. The bedroom felt impossibly vast, each soft creak of drifting silk and furniture echoing like thunder in the thick, waiting stillness.

Bernkastel's brow furrowed, her puffed cheeks twitching in frustrated confusion. "L-Lambda…? Yuhh… b-betterh not… hff… h-have scampered off, yuhh brat…” she slurred, her voice heavy and wet.

Still no answer. Just the drip! drip! drip! of juice pattering onto the marble—trapping her in a thick scent that was ripe, heady, and almost cloying.

She sucked in a rattling breath, her swollen hands flexing weakly at her sides. "Hff… Lambdaaa… yuhh… idiothh… d-don't yuhh dare… leave me hff… like thish…!" she growled, her tone rising in pitch, cracking with something too desperate to be just anger.

Still nothing. The silence continued to weigh down on her heavier than her own bloated mass.

Her anger finally boiled over, mingling shamelessly with the deep, aching need building inside her. "I SHWEAR!… IF YOU JUSHT LEFHT MEH HERE—!”

—A sudden, wet, hot tongue slid up against the violet-stained fabric of her panties dragging a thick, deliberate line right against her slick, sensitive folds.

"Aghhh~!!!" Bernkastel gasped, her bloated body jolting violently as a shuddering moan tore itself loose from deep in her chest.

The licking continued—slow, devastating. One wet drag along her strained panties sent a tremor through Bernkastel’s bloated form, a gasp slipping free before she could stop it.

Then another—firmer, hotter—ripped a sound from her throat, and the rhythm quickened. Each sloppy lash of Lambdadelta’s tongue pressed deeper into the soaked fabric against her swollen folds.

Bernkastel gritted her teeth, seething, forcing words out through the trembling of her fattened cheeks.

"Yuhh… hff… th-thishh… thihhsshh ishh… hff… undignihhfi—ahhnnhh~!" Her voice cracked into a moan mid-sentence, the indignation melting into something sweeter, shamefully raw.

Lambdadelta only hummed deeper against her, the vibration rolling through Bernkastel’s entire enormous body, making her jiggle helplessly from the shockwaves.

"Hhhahhh… L-Lambdahh… stuhhhp… thihhhss…" Bernkastel panted, her voice husky and warped from the thick slur of her cheeks, though the words had lost their venom, collapsing into helpless pleasure halfway through.

Still unseen, Lambda’s hands joined in, gloved fingers slipping under the sodden edge of Bernkastel’s panties, pushing aside the ruined violet fabric to expose her most sensitive parts.

The first touch was almost reverent—a teasing stroke along the slick, aching folds—but it quickly grew bolder. Two fingers slid deep with obscene ease, the sudden intrusion forcing a low, broken grunt from Bernkastel's lips.

"Nghhh!… D-damn youh, Lambda… nghhh… hff…!" she gasped, her hands twitching uselessly against her bloated sides, her cat tail giving pitiful little flicks of agitation.

Lambda's tongue returned, lapping greedily at the swollen bud now exposed to the open air, while her fingers worked slow, patient thrusts inside Bernkastel’s helpless core.

The feeling was maddening—wet, filthy, unbearable, perfect. Her body was nothing but a giant juice-logged vessel now, every pulse and ripple centered around the merciless teasing at her most vulnerable spot.

Bernkastel tried to form another threat, another curse, anything—but her voice betrayed her, cracking into a hoarse, hungry whimper.

"F-Faahhster…!" she snarled, shame burning hot under her skin, even as her voice wavered with need. "Hff… stuhhpid… hff… brat… g-go fasterh…! I… nghhh… I’ll… rip yuhh apart… if… hff… if yuhh don'th…!"

Lambdadelta, gleeful and merciless, obliged. Her fingers pumped faster, curling to hit every trembling, sensitive spot inside Bernkastel’s bloated body, while her tongue lashed at her bud in quick, obscene flicks.

Juice gushed in sluggish spurts from Bernkastel’s breasts and unmentionables, the puddle beneath her growing into a wide, sticky lake that shimmered under the drifting stars.

Bernkastel’s breaths turned ragged, each inhale a desperate, gasping hiccup of sound. Her body quivered, struggling to contain the building storm inside her. Her massive, gleaming form rocked with every invasive touch, her face twisted into a shameless mask of ecstasy.

—Puffy cheeks flushed dark, tongue lolling out, thin trails drool-turned-juice down her chin, her violet eyes rolling back until only slivers of white remained.

Until—

"AHHhhhghghghh!♡" Bernkastel cried out, a raw, desperate wail as her climax finally tore free, her entire bloated body convulsing violently. Juice erupted from her swollen folds and breasts in a powerful, messy gush, spraying across the already stained floor and the area behind her, soaking the air in a thick, syrupy scent of berries and shame.

The torrent lasted long, longer than even Bernkastel thought possible. For a long, endless moment, Bernkastel just floated there, face frozen in a pleased expression lost between fury, humiliation, and the fog of overwhelming relief—even after the final dribble of juice from her pattered to a stop.

Bernkastel panted raggedly, her bloated cheeks wobbling with each heavy breath, her tail twitching weakly in the puddle of her own making. Her face was nearly the color of a ripe plum, still unable to process the myriad of emotions that had just gone through her a few seconds ago.

"Mmmm… You taste soooo good, Bern~! But gosh, you’re messy!☆"

The sound of Lambdadelta’s voice snapped Bernkastel back to the present with the subtlety of a slap to the face. Her bloated cheeks twitched, the residual pleasure curdling instantly into fresh annoyance.

The squelch of syrup-slick shoes echoed before her, each step thick with the sound of juice-soaked marble. Lambdadelta bounced into view, soaked from head to toe—her once-pink dress now a clingy mess of violet and indigo, frills plastered tight against her petite frame.

Her gloves dripped, legs gleamed, and blonde hair stuck in sticky clumps to her cheeks—only her bright red eyes sparkled clean, wide with smug delight as they met Bernkastel’s glare.

"Awww, Bern~!" Lambdadelta sang, twirling once with a sticky slap of her skirt. "I think you ruined my favorite dress!" She plucked at the sodden hem, making a face. "It’s gonna take, like, forever to scrub all your delicious love juice out of this…"

Bernkastel sucked in a ragged breath, her violet eyes narrowing into a tired, sardonic glare. "Hff… goodh…" she muttered, her voice heavy and rough. "Mayhbeh it’llh… hff… teach yuhh… noth to… messhh wihhth… mehh…"

Lambdadelta only laughed, the sound bright and airy as a bell. She leaned down over Bernkastel's helpless form, nudging their faces closer, close enough that Bern could feel Lambda’s sticky breath against her lips.

"Aww, don’t be mad, Bern~" Lambdadelta teased, cupping Bernkastel's fat, wobbling cheeks in her hands. "You’re soooo much cuter like this! And you can't tell me you didn't love it a little… or a lot~♡"

Lambdadelta's cheerful, infuriating face lingered close enough to touch, her sweet breath thick and humid, sticking to Bernkastel’s lips like spilled syrup. Bernkastel stared back, eyes narrowed into thin slits, but the anger there was thin and brittle—cracking at the edges like old porcelain.

She hated this—this feeling of vulnerability, of exposure, the sheer audacity Lambdadelta was showing in shattering her carefully constructed walls.

Yet, buried within layers of her swollen, juice-soaked humiliation, she felt something warmer spreading through her.

Here was Lambdadelta, standing beside her in this mortifying state, unflinching, undeterred, delighted by her very helplessness. It made Bernkastel's chest clench with an emotion she couldn’t quite name—something sharp-edged yet sweet, something maddening yet undeniably hers.

Bernkastel tried to scowl, but the tired pleasure still lingering in her heavy limbs betrayed her. A long, suffering sigh left her, misting Lambdadelta’s sticky forehead.

She decided then, as she always inevitably did, to let herself sink into this twisted warmth. If Lambdadelta found joy in her shame, in her bloated, berry-stained disgrace—then she’d accept that humiliation and twist it into her own victory. She was a witch, after all: dignity be damned, she'd still hold power even at her lowest, softest moments.

"Hff… yuhh… yuhh makeh it… hharrd to… decideh… hff… whetherh to… murderh yuhh… orh… kissh yuhh…" she slurred.

Lambdadelta beamed wider, practically glowing. "Why not both?☆"

Before Bernkastel could retort, Lambdadelta leaned forward and claimed her lips in a sticky, syrup-drenched kiss—drowning them both in a sweetness too twisted and perfect to resist.

Bernkastel gasped lightly against her mouth, cheeks wobbling thickly as Lambda pressed eagerly into her. Their lips mashed together with a wet squish, violet juice smearing between them. Lambdadelta’s tongue flicked out first—playful, teasing—before Bernkastel, with a low grunt, opened wider to accept her.

Their tongues tangled messily, Bernkastel's heavy cheeks squishing against Lambda’s softer ones, the pressure forcing little trails of drool and juice to leak from the corners of their mouths. The kiss was obscene, long, and slow, soaked with the lingering taste of Bernkastel’s own berry sweetness.

When they finally parted, a sticky strand of syrupy spit and juice clung stubbornly between them, snapping lazily as Lambdadelta pulled back with a dreamy sigh.

"I love you, Bern, my big, leaking blueberry~!♡" Lambda whispered, her starry-eyed grin so bright it was almost blinding.

Bernkastel, still panting softly, managed a husky, raspy chuckle. "I luhhve yuhh too, Lambda… yuhh… hff… incorrigible, messy pervert~♡," she rasped back, the words sticky and slow like honey.