Pursuing a Blueberry

Pursuing a Blueberry.

              “You know what you have to do, right Jen?”

              “Retrieve the blueberry we found and Mandy.”  Jen shook her head.  “It’s a shame Mandy succumbed to the virus, but at least she will now be used to help us find a cure.  I knew we shouldn’t have sent her in there without a hazmat suit.”

              Vector put the suit helmet onto her head.  “Well, we didn’t have enough suits to go around.  Now get out there and get those blueberries back before they find their way into the quarantine zone where we won’t be able to get them.  Or worse, they go into a populated area and spread the blueberry virus even further.”  He shook his head.  “Every second counts, Jen, so get your ass in gear.”

              She looked at her outfit. “Are you sure this suit will protect me?”

              “We have updated the protection that the suits will provide since the last incident.  Nothing, and I mean nothing, will touch you.  Find them and roll them back here.  Understand?”

              She rolled her eyes.  “Yes, sir.”  “I still wish someone else was picked for this bullshit and had to put their hide on the line.  If I turn blue, I am coming back here and turning this entire place into a juicy mess for trying to sacrifice me like you did to Mandy.”

              Vector pushed her towards the door.  “Stop lollygagging and get going already!”

              “Fuck!”  She gulped as she was forced towards the door.  “You really can’t wait to—” The door slammed behind her, locking in place.  “Of course.”  She put her hands behind her back and stared at the massive buildings ahead of her.  “Well, I guess I don’t have any time to waste, do I?  I better get going after this rouge blueberry and the traitor. . . I mean the infected college.”  Jen snorted.  Part of her knew that calling Mandy a traitor wasn’t the right thing, but it was odd how quickly Mandy turned on the rest of them.  Was there a part of the virus that affected the brain?  Maybe the blueberry ladies had more of a hive mind or were suspectable of such crazy actions?  Jen knew that one day she would find out if she could do it safely.

              This mystery perplexed her to no end, but it also scared her.  How could such a strange virus spread but seemingly not affect men?  As much as her male colleagues were terrified of this virus, they didn’t have much to fear from the data.  The only blueberries they had encountered so far were female.  Hell, one of the first drones they sent in came across a house that belonged to a man who didn’t even know what was going on until one of the crazy blue women showed up on his doorstep to. . . juice him dry.

              It seemed that the role that he shared was more for the pleasure of the blueberry ladies, and he was lucky to have run out of there before he had to juice them.  What that meant, Jen wasn’t sure, but after this nonsense was over, she was going to find out!

              Jen turned a corner and spied what looked like a thin blue lady standing at the end of the street.  Jen flattened herself against the side of the building, trying not to be seen.  “That is strange.  According to the reports, the berry women are supposed to be big and round.  Why is she so thin?”  Jen rubbed where her chin would be on the helmet and looked at the ground.  “This doesn’t make sense.  I wish I had something to record this.  Ugh, why do I have to be on a stupid fetching mission?”

              She looked up and noticed the berry woman was gone.  “Huh?  Where did she go?”

              “Where indeed.”  Jen gasped as she was suddenly spun around by blue hands.  “Hello dear.  I don’t get to see people like you often.”

              “How. . . how did you. . .”

              “Oh, you were just looking down at the ground, so I thought I would come and say hello.”  The blue woman put her hands right against the helm of Jen’s hazmat helmet.  “But I do have to say.  It isn’t nice of you to hide in that thing.  How can I give you a proper hello?  A proper hug?”  She licked her lips.  “You know you should really take that helmet off and give me the hello I deserve.”

              “No way.”  Jen smiled.  “But if you want, I can take you to a place where you can give all the hellos you want.  Not just to me but to many, many people.  And none of them are blueberries.”

              The blue lady crossed her arms.  “I don’t know.  I would go, but you haven’t given me any reason to trust you.”  She turned around.  “I mean, it could be some kind of icky trick.  Maybe you should do something for me first.”

              Jen rolled her eyes.  “Like what.”

              The blueberry lady suddenly pounced.  “Like giving me a big kiss.”  The force caused the seal on Jen’s helmet to come loose, slowly inching off her head.  “Just one little kiss?”

              “No!  Now get off me!”  Jen gulped as her helmet slid off.  “Hey!”  Blue lips connected with her own.  “What are you. . .”  She moaned, feeling a warmth unlike anything she had felt before.

              “Ahhh.  I always love feeling someone who hasn’t any juice in them.”

              Jen forced the woman away and grabbed her helmet, quickly securing it.  “Get away from me before I get your fucking virus.”  She took a deep breath.  “I have work to do, and you are the wrong fucking blueberry.”

              “Aww, that is a mean thing to say.  Maybe you should apologize to me.”  She giggled.  “Start by juicing me!”

              Jen pushed the berry woman away and dashed back the way she came.  “I need to get away from her.”  She didn’t notice her face turning blue.  “I am not going to deal with some half-crazed blueberry when I have my orders.  I have to get Mandy and that more manageable berry lady.  Ughhh!”  She turned her head and noticed the crazy blue lady was now gone.  “Thank god!”

              Jen leaned against a lamp post as she took a deep breath.  “I need to be more careful.  This stupid hazmat suit almost didn’t protect me.”  She took a deep breath, holding her hands in front of her face as her body continued to warm.  “I mean, I—” She stopped cold as she realized her hands were bright blue.  “Ahhhhhhhh!”

              Jen jumped to her feet.  “I. . . I have the virus!  All because my fucking helmet came off.  What am I going to do?  What am I going to do?  Ahhh!”  Gurrgle.  Blort.  She gulped as her suit tightened, her hips swelling slightly.  “It’s fucking happening.”  She looked down at her wider body.  “What am I going to do?”  She paced back and forth, her body bubbling as her juices swirled around in her body.  “What am I going to do?”  Her belly pushed out a few inches as she crossed her arms, moaning a little as they rubbed against her now-sensitive breasts.  “I need to think.  Think!”

              But that was becoming harder by the second as she was overcome by the juices flowing through her veins.  “Oh god. . .”  She put her hands on her knees as her boobs throbbed, growing almost two cup sizes and causing her hazmat suit to start to struggle to contain her swelling body.  “So much juice.  My body. . . it feels so good.”  Jen looked around.  “But I have to stop this.  I have to. . . that woman said juice me.  Maybe if I figure out what that means.  Ahhhhh!”

              Her thighs suddenly surged with juice, rubbing against one another as they ripped through her suit.  “Ohhhhh!”  She gulped, widening her stance as her waistline grew soon after.  “God. . . my ass is sooo big.  So sensitive.”  Her hand slipped under her tight undies and into her juicy hole.  “Ohh yes. . . yess!”

              Jen no longer cared about stopping the situation or even freeing herself.  Hell, she no longer cared if anyone saw her juicy transformation.  All she cared about was feeling herself slowly grow and fill with this incredible sensation.  As her arms became bigger and thicker, pressing against her massive belly, she cried out joyfully.  “Oh yes.  Yess!”  Her enormous body wobbled about as her belly ripped through the suit, exposing itself to the world.  A moment later, her massive g-cup breasts ripped through the hazmat suit, blueberry juice dripping from her nipples.

              “Ahhhh!  I just. . . can’t stop swelling.”

              “Well, my dear.  Looks like you are ripening up just nicely.”  The berry woman from before walked up to Jen.  “I knew you would see it my way.”  She pressed her hands against Jen’s big, squishy face and pulled her in for a kiss.  “I love my berries, nice big and ripe.  But you still have a ways to go before I can. . . reap the results.”

              Jen licked her lips as she felt her thick arms and legs slowly inch away and shrink into her body.  “I. . . ohh. . .”  Her boobs bounced about as she looked up at the woman.  “Soo full. . .”

              “Hmm, maybe I can help you ripen.”  She climbed onto Jen’s body.  “Tell me, do you like this?”  She pressed her hand down onto Jen’s right breast, causing her juice to sing.

              “Ahhhhh!”  Blueberry juice oozed out of Jen’s breasts.  “Harder.  Harder.”  Her breasts pressed against the strange blue lady.  “Press down harder!”  Streaks of blue joy shot out of Jen and onto the other blue woman as Jen slowly grew and grew on her journey to becoming the blueberry she was meant to be.

              “You love it so much, don’t you.”  The other berry woman hugged Jen’s massive breasts before licking them one by one, sucking up Jen’s juice.  “Maybe we can move on to. . . the juicing. . .”  She began to press down hard on Jen’s right breast with her mouth as her right hand found its way into Jen’s pussy.  “Mhhhmpm.”

              “Ahhhhhh!”  Jen couldn’t take it.  Her juices were on fire.

              “Soo good.”  The strange lady’s boobs began to expand, pressing against Jen as Jen’s own juice shot out of her free nipple.  As Jen slowly shrank, the other woman expanded, her belly pressing into Jen.  “Keep going.  I want to be one with you, my big blueberry.”

              Out and out came Jen’s juice like a geyser, filling up the other lady.  She hugged Jen to make sure that Jen didn’t go anywhere as her swelling body pressed against Jen’s deflating blue skin.  Eventually, the other lady pulled away as her boobs were massive bouncy g-cups, and her hips were massive and bouncy.  “That felt. . . soo good.”  Jen looked at the other woman.  “I. . . ohh. . .”

              She caressed Jen’s face.  “You don’t have to say anything.  We can have fun like this.  Forever!”