A Very Juicy First Date

A Very Juicy First Date.

              Vicky paced back and forth outside of Jack’s Snack Shack.  “Ugh, I can’t do this.  I can’t do this.  I just can’t!”

              Her phone suddenly vibrated against her thigh, causing Vicky to jump into the air.  “Ahhh!”  She reached down and pulled it out of her pocket.  “Hello?”

              “Vickey, I know you are having a panic attack right now, but you can do this!”

              She narrowed her eyes.  “Garry. . .”

              “Don’t Garry me.  I know you better than you know yourself.  Look, I know you are worried about meeting this lady for the first time, but don’t be.  It will be a great time.  You will knock her off her feet!”

              “Are you suggesting I beat Sandra up when I meet her?”

              “No.  You are mishearing me.  Look, just be yourself, and things will work out.  Now get in there already and have a good time.”  The phone went dead.

              “Huhhh.”  She crossed her arms.  “I guess the time has come.”  She walked into the restaurant.  “Okay.”

              The waitress walked up to her.  “Hello.  Do you want a table for one?”

              “No.  I am here to meet a lady named Sandra.”

              “Ohhh. You must be Vicky. She had been expecting you. This way.”  Vicky followed the young waitress. I hope you don’t mind that your food is already waiting for you. Sandra is quite peculiar in her tastes and likes to surprise the people she goes out with.”

              “I guess not.”  They came up to a booth at the far end of the restaurant.  “Here we are.”

              Sandra looked up at them.  “I assume this is Vicky?”

              She smiled at Sandra as she sat down.  “Yes.  Is this pie?”

              Sandra nodded her head.  “Yup.  The best blueberry pie around.”  She giggled.  “I thought you would love to share some.”

              “I haven’t had blueberry pie in ages.  Though I. . . I wasn’t expecting to have pie tonight.”

              “I mean, we could have something else first.  Save the pie for. . .”  She licked her lips.  “Desert.”

              “Oh no, it’s fine.  You went through the trouble of getting this for me.  I guess it’s only fair to share it with you.”

              Sandra clapped her hands together.  “Oh, perfect.  Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.”

              Vicky used her knife to cut a slice of the pie.  “Well, while I dig in, do you want to decide what else we are going to order?”

              “Oh, trust me.  The pie will be more than enough.”

              Vicky giggled as she set her piece beside her.  “I don’t think I can just settle for pie, no matter how good it is.”

              Sandra cut herself a piece of the pie.  “Oh, trust me, dear.”  She winked at Vicky.  “After you try this, you won’t want to have anything else.  It will make you so happy, so very blue.  It will open you up to all of the possibilities of life.”  She set the slice down on her plate.  “It will just be so magical.”

              “You are making this pie sound like some kind of drug.”

              “Maybe I am.  So what?”  She giggled.  “It might be that amazing.  Dig in and find out.”

              Vicky sighed and picked up her blueberry pie.  She found it a bit odd that Sandra was so obsessed with her trying out this food that she had already prepared, but she didn’t want to offend the lass.  This date had to go right after all; it wasn’t as if Vicky had much luck in the dating department.  As she dug into the pie, the blueberry taste quickly overwhelmed her senses.  “Wow.  You weren’t kidding when you said this was blueberry pie.”  Vicky set the piece down.  “You really put a lot of blueberries into this thing.”

              Sandra laughed.  “Yeah, I might have overdone it.  But trust me, it will grow on you.”

              “Aren’t you going to have any?”  She arched an eyebrow, not noticing that her face was turning blue.

              “I will in a bit.”  Sandra leaned back.  “I am just enjoying the moment.  So, what do you do for a living?”

              “I work at an insurance firm.  I know it’s boring as hell.”  She crossed her arms.  “Honestly, I wish I could get another job sometimes.  My work is so soul-sucking.”  Her arms slowly turned blue.  “Hmm, you know what.  I do want another bite.  It is slowly growing on me.”

              “I told you.”

              Vicky picked up the pie without looking at her hands.  “But yeah, what about you?”  She began to eat the strange desert once again, now enjoying the juicy taste of blueberries.  “What do you do?”

              “Oh, I work on growing blueberries.  How do you think I made this pie today.”

              Vicky giggled.  “Well, thank you.  It really tastes wonderful.”

              “Oh?  Before, you were saying it was a bit too much on the berry side of things.”

              Vicky crossed her blue arms.  “Well, I can change my mind.  But I do think we should order.  I am not just going to order pie after all.”

              “Oh, of course.  Of course.”  She signaled for the waitress.  “I also love to go skydiving.  It is very fun.”

              “Sky diving?”

              “Yeah.  What, you don’t have some crazy thrills that get your blood pumping?”

              “I. . . am a very indoors lady, to be honest.  Hey, are you going to eat that pie?  I thought we were going to eat it together.”

              “Oh, I am just waiting for the right moment.”  Sandra smiled.  “So we can. . .”  She licked her lips.  “We can truly enjoy ourselves.”

              Vicky had no idea what she was talking about.  But when the waitress showed up and gasped, she began to put two and two together that something was wrong.  “Miss. . . we don’t allow people to paint themselves here.  I will. . . have to ask you to leave!”

              “What are you talking about?”

              “You are fucking blue!”

              Vicky looked at her arms and gasped.  “What?  How did this happen?”

              Sandra smiled.  “It’s okay.  My friend here has a. . . rare skin condition.  But if it’s restaurant policy, we can leave.”  She winked at Vicky.  “Come on.  And grab the pie.”

              Vicky had no idea what was happening but didn’t want the date to end so fast.  And she needed to know what Sandra had done to her.  So, she did as her date asked, grabbing the pie and following after her.  “You need to tell me what is going on.”

              “Soon.  Just follow me to my vehicle.”

              “Your vehicle?  Where are we going?”

              She looked back at Vicky as they approached the door.  “My place.  Trust me, it will be fun.”

              Vicky wasn’t so sure, but she followed Sandra to her vehicle, jumping into the passenger seat.  “You need to tell me just what is going on.”

              “All in due time.”  She rubbed Vicky’s shoulder.  “In the meantime, don’t you want some more pie?”

              “What about you?  I thought you were going to have some.”

              “Oh, trust me.  I will get my blueberry soon.”  She started up the engine and pulled out onto the street.

              Sandra was right about one thing: Vicky had an ever-growing craving for pie.  “Ughh, I think I can wait a. . .”  She moaned the urge to have some more pie only growing.  “You know what? I think I can have some more.  But there isn’t anything to eat it with.”

              “What is wrong with taking a bite out of the whole thing.”

              Vicky’s eyes widened.  “Isn’t she going to. . .”  She shook her head.  “I guess more for me.”  As she dug into the wonderfully juicy desert, she felt her belly rumble.  “Huh?”

              “And so it begins.”  Sandra rubbed Vicky’s shoulders.  “Keep going, darling.  I want tonight to be special.”

              “Just what is in this thing?”  Vicky moaned, her waistline suddenly tightening.  “My belly!  It’s growing?  This fucking blueberry pie is making me bloat.”

              “No, my dear.  It’s turning you into a lovely blueberry.  And if you think that if you stop eating it that it will stop things. . .”  Sandra giggled.  “Think again.  You are going to be my big blueberry.”  Vicky gasped.  “Your decision now is how fast you want to swell for me.  It makes no difference.  I will. . . enjoy you either way.”  She looked over and licked her lips.  “I just can’t wait until I can suck your juices and turn big and blue myself.”

              “What!”  Vicky tugged at her seatbelt as her belly and hips slowly expanded.  “You should have told me upfront!”

              “And ruin the surprise.  Don’t worry, you won’t stay this way.”  Sandra pulled into the driveway of a cute tiny house.  “But we will have a wonderful evening together all the same.”

              “Ughh. . .”  Vicky moaned as the juice traveled into her legs, causing them to become round and thick.  “What do you mean, though, that I am going to become a blueberry?”  She managed to undo her seatbelt just in time, causing her belly and hips to become even bigger.  “I feel so. . . weird.”  Her stomach suddenly rumbled as her shirt began to travel up her chest.

              “Oh, don’t worry.  Though you may want to get out of my SUV.  Unless you like tight spaces.”  Sandra giggled.  “I love them myself.”

              Vicky took the hint and pushed the passenger door open, stumbling out onto the lawn.  The fabric in her pants was already starting to stretch and rip, revealing her bright blue skin underneath.  “I. . . I feel so full already.  Please tell me there is a way to. . . stop this.”

              Sandra ran around the vehicle and hugged Vicky.  “What?  You don’t want to see where this goes?  Feel the juice flow through you?”  Vicky moaned, feeling her breasts begin to tingle.  Her body was starting to become sensitive, very sensitive.  She couldn’t argue that she was beginning to, like, no love the way she felt as the juice rushed to the upper part of her body, causing her to look like a juicy pillow lady.  But she wasn’t sure how she would be able to go on.  How much juice was going to fill her body?  How big was she going to get?  And just was else did Sandra have in store for her.

              “Why do you keep licking your. . . ohhhhhh!”  Her thickening arms gripped her breasts as she was overcome by a burst of ecstasy.  As the juice surging within her worked its way through her breasts, she couldn’t hold back her pleasure any longer.  She rubbed her hardening nipples through her blouse, moaning as her clothing tightened.  More fabric stretched and ripped as parts of her bra became visible.  The buttons on her blouse struggled to contain her frame as her ass slowly became bigger and bigger.  “This is getting intense.”

              Sandra began to rub her down.  “Then let it out.  I want to taste your juices already.”

              “You what?”  A button snapped off her blouse.  “I. . . I don’t think I could handle that!”  A massive tear ripped across her ass as her massive thick thighs rubbed together.  They were almost bigger than tree trucks at this point.

              “Oh, come now.”  Sandra rubbed her ass, helping to rip it free of the confines of Vicky’s jeans.  “I know you have it in you to swell out of those clothes of yours.”  Vicky moaned, another button bursting from her body.  Her boobs were throbbing, and her belly and waist were now like an inflated beach ball.  “Just a little more, my dear blueberry.  I can’t wait to. . .”  She licked Vicky’s neck.  “I can’t wait to see what you taste like.”

              That was all Vicky needed to burst free, her blouse flying apart in two different directions as her boobs bounced about.  Seconds later, her bra snapped apart, almost hitting Sandra in the face.  “Ohhh fuck!”  She slammed her foot on the ground, causing her juices to move through her body like a massive wave.  When they reached her legs, her feet burst through her shoes, and her legs ripped apart what was left of her pants.

              “Such a cute-looking blueberry.”  Sandra squeezed Vicky’s ass.  “And so much more room to swell.”  She pushed Vicky onto her back before climbing on top of her.  “Now then.  Are you ready for stage two?”

              “Stage two?”

              Sandra pulled off her shirt, rubbing her body against Vicky’s ballooning frame.  “Yes, my lovely blueberry.”  She squeezed her date’s arms as they were slowly forced apart.  “I have to get a bit juicy myself after all.”  Sandra leaned down and began to squeeze Vicky’s breasts, only causing her to moan.  The juices inside of her bubbled and boiled, her body slowly turning from a bright blue to a dark purple.

              “Oh fuck.  I can’t take it!”

              “Let it out.”  Sandra giggled as Vicky’s body slowly began one round ball, her arms and legs slowly shrinking into her body.  Vicky didn’t fight it; she embraced it.  Being a blueberry felt wonderful.  Feeling Sandra rub her naked chest against her own felt amazing.  But what came next was heaven on earth.  Sandra pressed her mouth against Vicky’s left breast as she kicked off her pants and squeezed with her hands.  Not being able to hold it in any longer, blueberry juice rushed to her hardened nipple, flowing into Sandra’s mouth.

              “Mhhhmmmm.”

              “Ohh fuck!  I. . . can’t take it!”  Her eyes widened as Sandra began to turn blue.  “I. . . what am I doing to you?”

              Sandra pulled away and licked her lips.  “Just enjoy it, my lovely blueberry.”  She rubbed her naked body against Vicky.  “I told you I would juice up with you one way or another.”  More juice leaked out of Vicky’s body as Sandra slowly swelled against her juicy frame, pressing harder and harder against her body.  Soon the woman’s boobs pressed against her own, Sandra’s juices mixing with Vicky’s as her own body began to become blue and plump.

              “Sannndnrrraaa!”  Vicky’s eyes rolled into her sockets as the juices inside of her boiled, causing Sandra to moan.

              “Ohh fuck!”  She rubbed her massive hips against Vicky.  “Rock me, baby, one more time!”  She pulled herself up and kissed Vicky before suddenly bouncing off and landing on her big blue butt.  “Fuck!”  She laughed.  “I stayed up there for as long as I could.”  She tried to get back up, but her fate was already sealed as she continued to swell.  “I guess we will just enjoy it out here for a few hours when the secret ingredient that I put in that pie wears off.”  She rubbed the side of Vicky’s body as her own blue frame continued to swell.  “But it will be worth it to be a big ole blueberry with you.  And I would love to do this again with you.”

              Vicky moaned as she felt Sandra’s body rubbing against hers. “Ohh fuck.  Of course.  Let’s juice up together again sometime.”  She licked her lips.  “Next time. . . let’s do it at the same time!”

              “You have a deal!”