Media Blitz part 2

Media Blitz p2.

              Virgina stormed her way into the office with a look of determination.  “Okay, where is she?”

              “Umm, Virgina?”

              “Don’t talk back to me, Henry. I want to see Miss Stormweather and show her what we found. We need to show her that these blueberry people are real and that there is a virus that the government has been trying to keep secret.”  Her face was slowly turning blue. Now, give me that tape. I am going into her office.”

              Henry looked back and forth.  “This isn’t good.  This isn’t good at all.”

              She opened the door to her boss’s office and slammed the tape down on Miss Stormweather’s desk.  “I have something for you!”  Virgina’s boss jumped to her feet.  “Proof that the blueberry lady virus is real.”

              “Umm. . . how did you get it?  Did you paint your face blue to sneak in there or something?”

              “What?”  Virgina shook her head as she slid the tape into a slot on the wall.  “Are you crazy?  Look, just watch.”  Miss Stormweather gulped as she noticed more of Virgina’s skin turning blue.  “See.  We got this all on tape.  The world needs to know this information.”

              “You need to get out!  Now!”

              Virgina turned around.  “But this needs to get out to the public.”  She narrowed her eyes.  “You are trying to cover this up, aren’t you?”

              “What?  You are fucking insane.  You are infected.  Now get out of here before I. . .”

              Virgina looked down at her hands and gasped.  “Oh, my fucking god!”

              “Stop looking yourself over and get out already.  Out, out, out!”

              Virgina shook her head.  “Hey.  This could be alright.  It may not be the virus at all.  Just watch the tape.  There are two types of blueberries.”

              “Are you insane?”  Miss Stormweather grabbed Virgina by the shoulders and shook her.  “Get out of here before you spread that juicy curse even further.

              “I. . .”  Gurrgle.  Virgina moaned as she felt a strange pressure bubbling up inside of her.  “Maybe you are right.  I think I need some fresh air.”  She turned and began to walk towards the door, only to fall onto her hands and knees.  “Fuckkkkkkkk!”

              “What now?”

              Virgina’s butt suddenly swelled a few inches, pressing tightly against her slacks.  “The juice.  Oh fucking hell, the juice.”  Her belly slowly swelled forth.  “I feel so full already.”

              Virgina’s boss tried to make her way towards the door, but the swelling blueberry was already blocking the path.  “Damnit.  Roll out of the way.”  Miss Stormweather gulped as Virgina’s pants ripped, revealing the blue skin underneath.  “I said, roll out of the way, damnit.  That is an order.”

              “You want to roll me?”  She looked up.  “Maybe. . . play with me?  Squeeze my boobs?”

              “What?”

              Virginia grabbed the handle of the door and pulled her big, juicy, swelling frame to her feet.  Her thick thighs wobbled about as she licked her lips.  “Why please just. . . juice me.  Juice me real good.”

              “You are going crazy.  Your fucking uniform is barely holding you together and all you can think about is me giving you the damn business.  Well, I won’t.  I won’t, I say.”  She slapped Virgina across the face.  “Now get your fucking blue ass together and let me out of there.  Or I will fire your ass.”  She gulped as Virgina’s belt snapped off.  “Honestly, I think you are fired anyway.”

              “If you want to get out, you are going to have to roll me to the side.”  Virgina winked and licked her lips as her breasts slowly pushed her uniform out and out.

              Miss Stormweather crossed her arms.  “I am not touching you.”

              “Then I guess neither of us is going anywhere fast.”  Virgina giggled.  “I can wait.  Can you?”  Blort.  Virgina widened her stance as she struggled to stand.  “Ugh, so heavy.”

              “You look so fat if I had to say something.  So big, round, and fat.”

              “Ohhhh. . .”  Virgina moaned as her breasts continued to press harder and harder against her uniform, staining it dark blue.  Soon, she was covered in her juices, only turning her own even more.  “I just can’t take it.  You have to juice me.  You just have to!”

              “No, I don’t.”

              “But I don’t know what will happen to me if you don’t.  Pleaseeeeee!”  Virgina finally fell forward, bouncing on her big round belly as her uniform burst apart in a shower of buttons.  “Ohhh fuckkkkkkkk!”  Her boobs bounced up and down, her bra-snapping off just moments later.

              Miss Stormweather pulled at the collar of her shirt.  “You. . . stop swelling.”  Her cheeks turned bright red.  “I order you to stop swelling.”

              “I can’t.  You have to juice me.  Ohhhhh.”

              Her boss slammed her foot on the ground.  “Fine.  If I juice you, will you shut up already?”  She walked over.  “I mean, I think I know how it works.  I just. . .”  She moaned a little.  “You shouldn’t get too big, right?”

              Virgina’s eyes went wide as Miss Stormweather grabbed her squishy round side.  “Oh my god!”  Blueberry juice squirted out of her nipples.  “I. . . ohhh. . .”

              “It may not be that professional of me, but you kind of look cute.  Being a giant helpless blueberry and all.  I guess I was a bit quick to judge.  You did work hard to bring me that tape.”  She wiped her black hair about.  “And now you are all mine.  All mine, you big sexy blueberry.”

              “Yes.  Yours to juice.  But you aren’t afraid to swell up, Miss—”

              “Call me Jess.”  She pressed her body against Virgina.  “And it’s to help juice you.”  She blushed even more.  “If you deserve it.”  Jess rolled Virgina about, letting her massive boobs press against the carpeted floor.  “I mean, a blueberry like you has to earn it.”

              “Ohhh.  I am a big blueberry, aren’t I?”

              “Yes, you are?”  Jess rubbed her body against Virgina.  “A big sexy blueberry.  All round and helpless.”  She slapped Virgina’s big blue ass.  “I have to wonder just how big you can get.”

              “But. . . I can’t get too big.  I need to be. . . juiced.  Juiced.”  Virgina’s little hands flapped against her body.  “Jess.  Please.”

              Jess rolled Virgina upright and giggled.  “Oh, come now.  You are at my mercy, my dear blueberry.  I will juice you when I feel like it.”  She giggled.  “And for now, I feel like having fun.”  She rubbed her body against Virgina, slowly taking off her clothing.  “Does this work your juices?  Does this make you feel like the best blueberry in the world?”

              Virgina moaned.  “Oh god.  Yes.  Keep going?”  As Jess pressed her breasts against Virgina’s, blueberry juice slowly oozed out.  “I am your big helpless blueberry.  I am at your command.  I will do anything that you command.”

              Jess licked Virgina’s neck.  “Good, good.”  Jess kissed Virgina.  “I think we can finally commence with the juicing that you so crave.  Though I am not sure how to do this.”  She pressed her lips against Virgina’s right breast, pushing down and sucking.  “Maybe, if I suck out the juice.”

              “OHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

              Jess’s face turned blue.  “I mean, if I turn into a big helpless blueberry, then you won’t have to.”  Jess giggled as she pushed down on Virgina’s body.  “I think that is how juicing works.”

              “Ohhh, yes.  Keep going.  Keep ohhhhhhh fuckkkkk.”  Jess worked Virgina’s breasts, squeezing one as she sucked the juice out of the other.  Virgina could only moan as she felt her juices squirt out of her.  Slowly, she began to shrink as the pleasure inside of her began to build.  She had never felt anything like this before.  The blueberry juice heightened her senses and made the building orgasm feel so. . . oh so good.  As she felt her body slowly shrink, Jess began to grow, and the two ladies almost evened each other out.

              “Oh fuck yes!”  Jess’s big blue belly pressed against Virgina.  “Ohh fuck.  Fuckkkkk!”  Her own boobs began to expand and rub against Virgina.  “I. .  can’t take it!”  She continued to swell as Virgina giggled.  “What?”

              Virgina, now able to use her arms, only smiled.  “Looks like it’s my turn to tease you.”  She rubbed Jess’s swelling body.  “And I think we also have to share this juiciness with the others.  Why show them a silly ole tape when we can show them how to spread the blueberry virus firsthand?”

              Jess moaned.  “I love how you think.”  She gasped as Virgina rolled her onto her back.  “Ahhh!”

              “Quiet.  You are my blueberry now.”