A Juicy Secret extended preview

A Juicy Secret.

              Andrea stood at the roof’s edge, looking down into the dark factory.  “This place will soon be exposed for all the lies and deceit.  Just a simple little juice processing factory, my ass.”  She creaked open the window.  “You are built upon a throne of lies.  You hear me!  A throne of lies!”

              A friend of hers was touring the factory when they vanished.  Andrea tried to find out what had happened to them, but only to get a juice-stained note that Alexa was going on an extended vacation.  The next day, Andrea went and checked out the factory for herself and asked around.  The workers said they had never met anyone by that name, and no one would have written her such a letter.  Then, before the end of her tour, Andrea caught sight of something odd.  She saw a giant blue woman being rolled across the floor and further into the facility beyond one of the employee-only sections.  Someone had kept the door just a little bit ajar.

              Andrea wasn’t exactly sure what all this meant, but she was sure of something.  She was going to figure out what happened to her friend.  At the very least, they were going to cough up where they sent Alexa.  If she was lucky, she would figure out what that giant blueberry was all about.  That kind of story might be the very ticket to getting her into the big time.  Andrea busts a gigantic blueberry ring.  Strange factories are growing them to enormous proportions, and it’s unsafe to eat.  Andrea is a hero.

              She smiled as she lowered a rope into the building.  “Yes.  I will be a hero upon saving my friend.”  She slowly slid down and landed on the factory floor, the rope landing at her feet.  “Crap.  I guess I am going to have to find another way out.  Ahh, well.”  She rubbed her hands together.  “Time to get to work.”

              Andrea wasn’t exactly sure where to go, so she picked a direction.  This part of the factory wasn’t a part of the tour she had been a part of.  “What in the world is this used for?”  She stared at the strange equipment.  “I haven’t seen anything like this before.”  Beyond the massive cylinders, she also saw what appeared to be chairs that she would find in a typical household next to contraptions that seemed to fill up juice-stained containers.  Also, the floor was, for some reason, oddly curved.  She noticed a strange poster as she walked up to a nearby wall.

              “If one of the experiments rolls away or swells too much, please retrieve it without getting juice on yourself. The blueberry juice will cause you to swell up yourself if you are not careful!”

              “Huh?”  she took out her phone. “I think this is important. I don’t know what it means, but I am sure it’s important.”  As she snapped the picture, she could hear the sound of someone moaning coming from another part of the factory. “Ugh, this place is really giving me the creeps,” she snorted. But I better go and check out what that sound is. Who knows, maybe it’s Alexa.”

              Shoving her phone into her pocket, Andrea hurried into the darkness. She made her way out of the room she had landed in and crept into one labeled JUICING ROOM. Inside, she could see a young woman whose skin was bright blue as she lay on the ground, blueberry juice all around her and draining into a small hole at the far end of the room. The lady was completely naked and didn’t seem to notice Andrea as she entered.

              “Holy hell.”  Andrea pulled out her phone, ready to take more pictures.  “What in the world are they doing here?”  The lady turned her head as Andrea spoke.  “Shit.”

              “You people said you wouldn’t come back until the morning.”  She took a deep breath.  “I. . . I have been juicing faster than expected.  Can I have some more pie?”

              “Umm, I don’t work here.”  Andrea took a step forward.  “What happened here?”  She was taking pictures of the machinery and the blue woman as she slowly made her way across the room.  She noted that the lady had abnormally large breasts and an ass.  “Shit, if my boobs were that big, I would have men crawling all over me.  They are bigger than a fucking G-cup.”

              “You don’t work here?”  she asked Andrea, confused. “Then how did you get in here?”

              “Umm, I am. . . with a news reporting team,” she lied. Would you like to tell your story, miss? Tell the world how you ended up like this? All blue and. . . with such a supple chest.”

              The lady laughed.  “Oh, that is easy.  I am part of the factory blueberry program.”

              “That what?”

              “Oh, I am not sure I should talk about it.  It’s a secret.  I got in trouble for finding out about it in the first place.”  She laughed, blueberry juice squirting out of her nipples.  “Oh, but it’s been so much fun.”

              “Umm, what do you mean?”

              The lady giggled as she rested on her massive ass.  “I am sorry.  Umm, I am Alexa, by the way.  Hmm, you look familiar.”

              “Alexa!”  Andrea gulped.  “Shit, how did you. . .”  Andrea dropped her phone, which landed at her feet in the sticky blueberry juice.  “Fuck!”

              “Everything okay, miss?”

              “Sorry.”  She reached down and grabbed her phone.  “Eww.”  She shook the blueberry juice off her hand.  “Alexa, how did you get like this?  I have been so worried about you!”

              “You have?  I thought you said you were a news reporter.”  Alexa narrowed her eyes.  “Wait.  Your Andrea.”  She giggled.  “I have missed you.  But umm. . . you really should go and decontaminate.”

              “What are you talking about?”

              “The juice you just got on your hand.  My juice.  Umm, the workers here say raw blueberry juice like what has been coming out of me is very. . . contagious.”

              Andrea laughed.  “I don’t know what that means.  I already wiped it off, so I should be fine.”  Her hand was slowly turning blue.  “Now, please tell me what they have been doing to you.  I need to know everything so I can expose this place wide open!  Do you hear me?”

              Alexa giggled.  “I think you are going to find out firsthand.”

              “What?”  Andrea threw her blue hands around.  “This is serious.  I come in here, and you are fucking blue and naked with ginormous breasts.  I mean, you are even spilling blueberry juice out of your. . .”  She catches sight of her hand.  “Ahhhh!”