The Juice Center rough draft

The Juice Center.

              “I thought we were trying to escape this place!”  Rachel looked around at the juice covered halls.  “But we just keep going deeper and deeper.  I want out of this crazy blueberry hobital!”

              Nora crossed her arms.  “Tried of this trip yet fake berry?”

              “You call me fake one more time and I will—”

              “Girls.”  Christen put her hand on a juice covered counter.  “Can we just focus on getting out of this place?”  She looked around.  “Now look Landon will be here soon to help us get out of here.  And he will. . . he will. . .”  She maoned.  “He will help juice me.  He will help me with this fucking building pressure inside of me.  Ughhh!”  Christen fell to her knees, causing Rachel to rush forward.

              “I told you accepting help from that blueberry bimbo was a bad idea.”

              “Hey!”

              Rachel sneered at Nora.  “You caused all of this for Christen.  Your juices are not mixing well with hers.  We don’t even know what is happening to her beyond that she is slowly turning more and more purple.  I have never seen a blueberry this purple before.”

              Nora shugged.  “I was just trying to help her.  She looked like she needed it, needed to be free.”

              Christen looked up at Rachel.  “Landon will get here in time right?  We will get out of here?”

              “Of course.”

              Christen moaned.  “If I don’t see him and he doesn’t help with  this pressure. . .”  Her eyes flashed blue.  “I am scared I might start swelling and never stop.  Turn into a real. . . blueberry.”  Christen licked her lips.  “I need to get to Landon and stop this!”

              “We don’t even know if what Nora told you about having. . . ugh. . .”  Rachel rolled her eyes.  “Pleasuring yourself with your lover will stop this.”

              Christen grabbed Rachel by the right breast, squeezing out a little bit of blueberry juice.  “But I can’t let this go on.  Do you hear me!  You don’t know all of this growing pressure inside of me Rachel.  I feel sooo weird.  Soo. . . sooo. . .”  She took a deep breath.  “Huhhh.  I think I am good now.  Let’s keep going.”  She let Rachel put Christen to her feet.

              Nora clapped her hands together.  “So can we move along now?”

              Christen nodded her head.  “I think I am good.  The pressure it come in waves, and for the time being it has subsided.”  She looked around.  “But I am with Rachel.  I don’t see how we are getting out of here.”

              Rachel crossed her arms.  “At least there are no more crazy blueberry ladies wanting us to juice them.”  She sniffed the air.  “Though the smell of blueberry juice is very fucking overwhelming.  Just what part of the hosbital are we in Nora?”

              The three berry girls walked down the juice covered hallways.  “I don’t know.  But I—”  She stopped in her tracks as the sound of moaning filled the air.  “I think we should turn around.”

              “And go where?”  Rachel snorted.  “The only other way is into the cluches of those horny berry ladies who want to fuck us dry.”

              Nora stopped where she was.  “But I don’t have a good feeling about this.  Something seems. . . off about that moan.”

              Rachel wrapped her hand around the door handle. “I am sure it’s fine.  Besides aren’t we close to an elevator?  Or at the very least a window to this infernal place?  One way or another we can get out of this fucking—”  They all went quiet as Rachel opend the door and saw what was waiting for them on the other side.  Pressed against the elevator doors was the biggest blueberry lady they had ever seen.  She seemed to barely fit into the room, her twin boobs almost as big as she was with juice leaking out of them as she slept.  The other striking feature was the lady no longer had arms, legs, hands or feet.  She was almost a pure blueberry.  The lady even had vines growing out of her head.

              Nora lowered her voice.  “This must be the first woman to contract the virus.”  She gulped.  “Look there!”  She pointed at the vines spirling down around her body.  “I. . . I have never seen anything like that.”  Blueberries were growing out of the vines.  “I. . . are they going to be. . . berry women?  Or did she capture other people who came down here?”

              Rachel held her hand over Nora’s mouth.  “Keep your voice down unless you want to find out.  I am not wanting to feed a giant ladies juice habits so quiet.”  Rachel pointed aross the room.  “Look there is a window.  We are only one story up so we should be able to bounce down if we don’t wake her majesty.”