Juicy Work p2

Juicy Work Part 2.

              Zach crossed his arms.  “It’s been almost two hours.”  He stared at the giant blueberry girl on his lawn.  “What the hell am I going to do with you?”

              She didn’t respond to him, instead moaning as she soaked up the sun.  Just a few hours ago, Jen had been worried about such things as struggling to earn a living, dealing with the fucking heat, and a horrible boss.  But now she was a massive blueberry that could enjoy these temperatures.  So, what if it was hot?  It just made her juices sing.  She slowly opened her eyes and tapped her hands against the side of her body.

              “Hey!”  Zach walked up to Jen.  “This isn’t a vacation.  We need to figure out how to turn you back.”

              “Why?”  Jen giggled.  “I love being this way.  Having all this juice inside of me.  Feeling like I am on the verge of having it. . . burst out of me.”  Her breasts had swollen to a massive size over the last two hours as the sun had warmed her body.  The juices inside of her felt ready to come out.  But she had no idea what that would mean.

              Zach crossed his arms.  “I don’t care if you love being that way or not.  We have to do something.”  He scratched at his chin.  “Though I don’t know the first thing about changing you back.  Hmmm. . .”

              “I know I have some ideas.”

              “Quiet.”  He snorted.  “I don’t want to hear your ideas.  Last one you had involved me rubbing you down.  You are banned from ideas.”  Zach paced back and forth.  “Hmm, I have a giant blueberry lady who seems. . .”  He looked her over.  “Almost bursting with blueberry juice.”  His eyes seemed to sparkle.  “I think I have a gold mine on my hands.”

              “Huh?”

              He walked up to her and rubbed her massive right breast, causing Jen to moan.  “Oh, nothing, my dear blueberry.  Just enjoy yourself.  I am going to make you very happy.”  He squeezed her breast around the nipple, causing blueberry juice to drip down Jen’s body.  “All I ask is you produce some lovely juice for me.  Is that such a bad thing?”

              “Ohhh god!  Ohhhh!”

              Zach smiled and turned around.  “Good.  I think we have an agreement.”  He rubbed his hands and walked towards his house.  “I have some calls to make.”

              ***

              The next day, Jen had a little table in front of her with at least twenty little jars. She was a good two feet taller and four feet wider than the previous day. Zach said letting her swell and hold in her juices would make the day wonderful. She knew he was using her, but it didn’t matter. If she could be juiced and loved, it would all be worth it.

              Speaking of which, Zach walked up to her and leaned against her juicy frame.  “Come one, come all.  Get premium, fresh blueberry juice.  You won’t have anything like this.”  He waved at people as they walked by.  “What can it do?  What can’t it do?  It will cool you off on a hot day.  And by god’s is today the hottest it has ever been.  This juice will help with all of your issues.”  He laughed.  “I kid.  It’s not that good.  But it will be much tastier than what you find at the silly old store.”

              A young lady and what appeared to be her boyfriend walked up.  “Hmm.”  They looked up at Jen.  “I have never seen a blueberry this big.”

              He crossed his arms.  “How do we know it’s not just a lady in some odd suit.  Look up there.  I see a lady’s head.”

              Jen snorted.  “So what?  I may be a berry lady, but I can assure you I am more blueberry than a lady.”

              His girlfriend grabbed his arms.  “Come on.  Can I try some?  Please.”

              He sighed.  “Fine.  Fine.  But we were going out to eat later.  Remember?”  He looked at Zach.  “How much?”

              “Ten dollars a jar.”  The young man put the ten-dollar bill on the table.

              “So, how is this juice made?”

              Zach smiled.  “Do you want me to make it, or should the young lady do it?”

              “Umm. . .”  She looked at Zach.  “What do you mean by me make it?”

              Zach giggled.  “Why you just rub here.”  He pressed down on Jen’s right breast.  “Very tenderly until the juice comes out.”

              The young lady’s boyfriend immediately stepped in.  “I knew something fishy was going on here.  You want my girlfriend to play with a giant blueberry lady’s breast?”

              “It’s fine, Tom.  In fact, I think I will like it.”  She walked up to Jen.  “Besides, don’t you want this juice for some nice blueberry jam later?”

              Tom crossed his arms and turned away.  “Whatever.  Just hurry up.  I am not going to watch you do this, Ann.”

              “Suit yourself.”  She pressed her soft hands down on Jen’s juicy right breast.  “Wow, this berry sure is tense.  How long do I have to do this?”  Ann blushed as she heard a moan. “What was that?”

              Zach leaned against Jen.  “Oh, you are just doing a good job.”  He tapped Jen on her massive round ass.  “Trust me.”

              Ann looked up.  “I am guessing she likes it?”

              “Oh, definitely.  Keep going.  Harder, dear.”

              “Yes, harder!”  Jen couldn’t keep it in.  She wanted the young woman to juice her already.

              Ann took a few steps back.  “The blueberry.  She talked!”

              Zach laughed.  “I mean, it is a berry lady.  Is that a problem?”

              Ann smiled up at Jen.  “No.  I guess not.”  She squeezed Jen’s right breast, causing blueberry juice to squirt out and onto Ann’s face.  “Oops.  I don’t think that was supposed to happen.”

              Zach walked over.  “Here, let me help you.”

              Ann licked the blueberry juice. “It’s alright.  I get to taste-test it.  Mhhhm.”  She licked her lips.  “Hey Tom, you are going to love this.”  She giggled as Zach held the bottle up to Jen’s nipple.  “You really have to try this.”  He just shrugged.  “Ahh, well.  I will have to make him something blueberry-themed soon.”  She slowly worked Jen’s body, filling up the jar with her precious juice.  “Ahhh, that is. . . I can’t wait to make something wonderful with this.”

              “Thank you for your purchase.  Want to buy another jar?”

              She shook her head.  “No, thank you.  I am good with what I have.”  She smiled.  “But I know where to find you if I run out.”  She turned around and hurried towards her boyfriend.  “Hey, I have the goods.  Let’s go and find a place to eat.  I want to share it with you!”

              Jen smiled.  “If this is my new life, then I am in heaven!”

              Zach crossed his arms.  “Don’t worry.  You are definitely in heaven.  And I have other plans for you, too, my dear.”  He rubbed her side.  “Like maybe you watering my flowers?  Hmmm, I wonder just how much you can do.”

              ***

              “I am not trying blueberry juice that came out of a giant lady’s nipples.”

              Ann snorted.  “And why not?  It tastes amazing.”  She lifted the bottle to her lips.  “You just have to try it.”  She took a small gulp, unable to resist the urge to drink a little bit more.  “I mean, it is more than just blueberries.  It reminds me of the best food I have had in my life.  The first time I had chilly.  Blueberry pie.”  She took another gulp.  “Hell the first time I went on a date.  This stuff is amazing.”

              Tom arched an eyebrow.  “Umm, were your boobs always that big?”

              “What are you talking about?”  She slapped him.  “Get your eyes off my chest.”

              Tom gulped.  “But they are bigger.  And they are blu—”

              “I said get your eyes off my chest.  God and I thought you weren’t going to be one of those boys who is just interested in my figure.”  Her shirt started to tighten as her boobs slowly ballooned, becoming a massive G-cup.  “Seriously, what is wrong with you?”  Her face slowly started to turn blue as the strange coloration crept up her skin.

              “Ann, listen to me.  I think drinking that stuff is having a weird effect on you.  Stop before you become a giant blueberry yourself.”

              “Me?  A blueberry?  Hah.  People don’t just become blueberries.  But if you aren’t going to try it, then I guess it’s all mine.”  She downed the entire bottle and then put her hands on her hips, which were already starting to expand, giving her an hourglass shape.  “Now if you would please calm down so we could have a swell evening?  I don’t want you to just focus on silly things.”

              “Yes.  A swell evening is in store, all right.”  He snickered.  “I am sure you will be in for some juicy times.”

              “What are you. . .”  She pressed down on her sides.  “Why do I feel so mushy all of a sudden?”  She looked down and gasped.  “What is happening to me!”

              “I told you not to drink that juice.  But listen to me?  Nooooo!”

              Ann snorted as her boobs ripped through her shirt, bouncing about on her chest.  “We have to go back and find out how to stop this.  I am not going to be a giant blueberry.”  She turned around.  “Come on.  Ughhh.”  Blueberry juice surged through her legs, causing her thighs to thicken and her jeans to struggle to contain her new frame.

              “You do. . . kind of look cute.”

              “Get that out of your. . . ughh. . .”  Ann rubbed her head.  “I. . . umm. . .”  Her eyes flashed blue as the juice began to rush to her head.  “Fuck. . .”

              Tom rushed up to her.  “What is happening now?”  He gulped as blueberry juice began to drip from her nipples, and her belly ripped through her shirt.  “Ann?”

              “I. . . feel. . . ughh. . .”  She gripped her ass with her big blue hands.  “So much juice swelling inside of me.  We have to get it out!”

              “What are you talking about?”

              “JUICE ME!”

              Tom took a step back.  “Whoh now.  Ann, I think you are. . .”  She lunged at him, knocking him to the ground with the weight of her juicy body.  “Hey!”  Her juices dripped onto him as he squeezed her boobs, trying to get out from under her.  “You are so heavy.  Your legs are swelling onto me.  Squeezing me.”

              “I know. . . soo tight.”  She moaned as her pants began tighter and tighter.  “I need to be juiced, Tom.”

              He gulped, unsure of what he could do.  “You mean like this?”  He squeezed her breast, causing her to squirt blueberry juice, but it didn’t seem to slow the swelling at all.  Soon her hips and ass had become one big round ball, and her legs were slowly shrinking into her big round frame.  He managed to shimmy out from under her before she smushed him.  “I don’t think I can handle this much juice.”

              A van suddenly stopped next to them, and half a dozen naked blue women popped out.  “Well, there is the blueberry woman.  Hurry girls.”

              “Huh?  Wait, what is going on?”

              They pushed him to the side.  “Get back.  This is a juicing station business.  We will take it from here.”  He watched as his girlfriend continued to swell. Ann was almost six feet wide now and still growing as the strange blue ladies began to roll her to the van.  “Wait!  There was another blueberry lady down the street.  She was the one who did this to her!  You have to get her too!”

              “Olivia, we have to go after her!”

              “But there may not be enough room for two giant berry ladies!”

              “Red will kill us if we leave this be!”

              “Fine.”  They locked Ann in the van and sped off.

              “What just happened?”  Tom sat down on the edge of the curb.

              ***

              “No, you can’t take her away!”  Zach pulled on Oliva’s arm as they rolled Jen away.  “She is my prize ticket.  She is my golden goose.”

              The blue woman spun around.  “Do you really want us to tell people what you have been doing?  Hmm?”

              He gulped.  “No.”  He snorted as they loaded Jen into the van, the wheels straining to contain her massive frame.  “But fine.  Do whatever you plan on doing.  “The blue ladies jumped into the van.  “I will find you and get her back.”  They sped off down the street.  He was lying; he didn’t need Jen anymore.  He had a bottle of her juice tucked away in his house.  And soon, his wife would be home, and he would have a new blueberry on his hands.  This time, no one would know about this, and he would play his cards right.  Or maybe he would just spend his time with his giant blueberry wife.