Juicy Magic

Juicy Magic.

              “Are you going to come out drinking with us tonight, Kendra?”

              “No.  I am trying to get to the bottom of this.  I am sorry.”  She waved her friend off.  “Go and have fun for me.”

              Grayson stood in the doorway.  “You said that the last seven nights.  What in the world are you even working on in here that is so bloody important?”

              She grabbed a loose shoe off the desk and tossed it at him.  “It’s none of your business.  Now go!”  He gulped.  “And close the door on your way out!  You are letting the sea air in.”  She snorted.  Kendra would have loved to go out and party, but sadly, it wasn’t meant to be right now, not with the discovery she was on the verge of making.  A few weeks ago, she had discovered a Beriesit Witch artifact, and by Velork, she was determined to figure out how it worked, just how those witches used it for their rituals.  If Kendra could figure the thing out well, she would be rich.  She knew she could take the information to the governor and be paid a massive sum of money.

              But the problem was the artifact didn’t seem to do a damn thing.  It was old, juice-covered, and Kendra didn’t really know what it did.  It looked like some old needle, the inside of which had a little bit of juice in it, but Kendra couldn’t figure out what it was used for.  Why was there a hollow compartment with a tiny bit of blueberry juice inside?  Just what was its relation to the Beriesit Witches?  And how could she get her answers so she could start to study their juicy spell work?  Kendra had to start somewhere, and this little juice-covered needle was her ticket into a world of magic and wonder.

              Kendra set the needle on the table and sighed.  “I just wish I had something to get me started other than these second-hand accounts.  Seriously, are people just seeing people use the witch’s magic at a distance?  This is getting me nowhere!”  She slammed her hand down on the table, causing the needle to bounce about.  “I could read about people being freaked out from naked big boobed naked blue ladies casting magic all day, but it doesn’t tell me how they did it!”

              “Hey Kendra, I—”

              “I thought I told you I was busy.”  She slammed her hand down on the table again, causing the juice-covered needle to fly into the air.  “Can’t you take a hit?”

              Grayson sighed as he stood in the doorway.  “I did hear that.  But you are working yourself to the bone.  Can’t you see that?”

              “Owww!”  She cried out as the needle came down and landed on her exposed hand.  “Fucking hell!”  She moaned as she felt the blueberry juice inside the needle seep into her hand before she could pull the damn thing out of her skin.

              “I will get a bandage.”

              Kendra took a deep breath as she held her other hand over the wound.  “Maybe you are right.”  He rushed up to her with a rag.  “Maybe going to the tavern isn’t such a bad idea after all.  I have been pushing myself hard for what could just be a foolish mystery.  The people who figure this out well. . . they tend to just end up in the witch’s clutches.”

              Grayson laughed.  “Yeah, and you don’t want to go trenching through the Aquisien boarders to be taken by some naked blue ladies, now, do you?”  He blushed.  “I mean, I am sure some guys have that as a fantasy and all, but.”

              “I am not looking to get kidnapped by blue witches anytime soon, even if it’s for the pursuit of science as we know it.”  She rubbed her forehead.  “Now come on.  Let’s go have some fun.”  Kendra wrapped up her hand as she rubbed her chest.  “Phew, I think I worked harder than I thought.  I feel a bit flushed.”

              Grayson smiled.  “See.  You need a break every now and then.  Get out of this stuffy house.”  He escorted her to the door.  “Now come on.  The Rusty Anchor isn’t far.”

              She wiped the sweat from her brow.  Kendra couldn’t explain it, but she felt a bit off as if something was burning her up from the inside.  As she followed Grayson, she slowly rubbed her ass, feeling the pressure build inside of her.  “What in the hells is happening to me?”

              As they arrived at the tavern, Kendra couldn’t take it anymore.  She leaned against one of the lamp posts, holding her hand against her chest.  “Grayson, I don’t think I should go in.  I just feel so fucking hot.”

              “I was about to ask.  You were moaning up a storm on the way over.  Want me to bring you out an ale?”

              She shook her head.  “I just. . . I just feel so. . . hot and weird.”  She looked at him.  “Why are you staring at me?”

              Grayson took a few steps back.  “Your face. . .”  He took a deep breath.  “Kendra, you are turning blue.”

              “What?”  She looked at her hands and gasped.   “No.  This isn’t possible.  People don’t just turn blue.”  She thought back to the accident with the needle.  “Wait, no.”  She held her hand against her head.  “That. . . that shouldn’t be. . .”  Her cheeks turned bright blue.  “I need to get out of here!”  She turned around and ran for her home, pulling her shirt up to try and hide her blue face.

              “Kendra!  Hey, come back!”  Grayson chased after her.

              “No.  Don’t follow me.”  She gulped.  “You idiot, stop calling attention to me!”

              “Stop running, and let’s figure this out!”

              She didn’t stop until she reached her home. Before Grayson could catch up with her, she turned around and locked the door, holding her hand over her chest as she tired of thinking of what to do. “Okay, not to worry. Your skin is just a tad blue. Not to worry. You can just stay inside until this little mishap wears off,” Kendra chuckled to herself. I am sure it will wear off.”

              The pressure inside her body suddenly increased.  “Ughhhh!  Oh, gods.”  She rubbed her breasts.  “They are getting so sensitive.”  She couldn’t help herself, she had to remove her shirt.  “How do I get this pressure to stop?”  She rubbed her boobs against the nearby wall.  “Ughh so. . . sooo much. . .”

              Suddenly, her breasts began to grow, blueberry juice dripping from them.  “Ohh god.  Ohh fuck.”  She turned around, moaning like a ghost as her transformation rocked her body.  She wanted to learn about the blueberry witches, not experience what it was like to be one firsthand.  This was almost too much for her to bear.  “I. . . I need. . . I need to. . .”  She closed her eyes, the pressure too much for her to bear.  She suddenly shot a stream of blueberry juice out from her nipples and knocked over a vase.  “Oh god.”  She squeezed her boobs, the sensation unlike anything she had ever felt in her life.  “That felt so good!”

              She heard a knock on her door as she took deep breaths, trying to steady herself.  “Kendra?  Hey, are you okay?  I heard the sound of something breaking.”

              She couldn’t let him see her like this.  “I am sorry, but I just need some time.”  She rubbed her right breast.  “I will talk to you tomorrow?”

              “No way.  I am coming in.”

              She panicked, sending a sticky stream of blueberry juice out of her nipples and covering the door.  “No.  Please understand, Grayson.”

              “What the hell?  Why won’t the door open?”

              Kendra moaned as she felt juice surge into other parts of her body.  She rubbed her ass, feeling it slowly expand.  “I just. . . moved something against it?  Sorry, I will talk to you tomorrow.”  She gulped.  “Have a good rest of your day?”

              “Kendra, something is seriously wrong.  Now, hold on tight.  I will break this door down if I have to.”

              She put her hands on her squishy knees.  “Nooooo!”  She gulped as bits and pieces of wood went flying across the floor.  “Grayson!  I told you not to come in here!”

              His eyes widened as they fell upon her and her swelling frame.  “Kendra?”

              She tried to cover herself with her tunic, but her swelling girth was making that more challenging by the second.  “Get out.”  Gurrgle.  “Get out, get out, get out!”  Grayson began to laugh.  “What is so funny.”

              “You were studying that relic so hard you ended up turning into a witch yourself.  A blueberry-scented one at that.”

              She crossed her arms, her swollen hips swaying back and forth.  “They are blueberries.  I think.”  Her eyes widened.  “Wait, no.  You are not going to study me!”

              “Why not?  You are much safer than some silly witch.”

              She used her massive blue boobs to knock him to the floor.  “We should focus on getting me back to normal, not turning me into some lab rat!”  She closed her eyes.  “I can’t believe this would even cross that stupid brain of yours.  You trying to. . . it’s just. . . ahhhh!”  Blueberry juice shot out of her nipples again and hardened around Grayson’s feet.

              “Hey!”

              “Huh?”  She blinked her eyes upon realizing what she had done.  “By Velrok.”  She rushed over to him, her massive blueberry boobs rubbing against his face.  “I am sorry.  Here, let me help you out of there.”

              “You are the one who shot juicy strands from your nipples and got me stuck.”  His eyes suddenly sparkled.  “How did you do it?  How does your body produce blueberry juice?  I am guessing that is how they use their magic.  Oh god.”

              Kendra pulled at the juicy restraints.  “Will you shut up?  I am not going to free you if you keep going on like this.”  Blort.  She moaned as her ass almost doubled in size with blueberry juice.  “This just keeps getting better, doesn’t it?”

              “I can’t wait to roll you down to my lab.”

              “Your lab!?”  Kendra stood up.  “That is it!  Fuck helping you.  I am not your blueberry test subject.”  She shot spider-like tendrils of juice out of her nipples, making it even more of a challenge for Grayson to free himself.  “There, now that will be someone’s problem for when they find you.”  She turned around.  “I hate to say this, but I think I have to find these so-called blueberry witches as my life here. . .”  She gulped.  “I don’t want to live inside a test tube.”  She hurried to the back door.  “Have a good one, Grayson, and I hope you tie yourself up tighter in those juicy webs.”