Blueberry Urges

Blueberry Urges.

              Christen sat up, drenched in sweat.  “I. . . I. . .”

              “What is wrong?”  Rachel looked over at her moaning friend.  “Bad dream?”

              “I feel kind of weird.”

              “This place is weird.”  Rachel crossed her arms. We are in a place where the blueberry women think they are actual fruits. I still can’t believe you let one of them kiss you and try to juice you.”  Rache arched an eyebrow. Are you okay? You look a bit. . . purple.”

              “I don’t know.  My juices feel very weird and funky.”  She squeezed her thick, curvy thighs.  “I have never felt this way before.”

              “Maybe I should go find Nora.”

              Christen nodded her head.  “Maybe you should.  Wait.” Christen stood up.  “I will come with you.  I don’t really want to be alone right now.”  Christen slowly stands up and follows Rachel through the juice-covered streets as she rubs at her arm.

              “Nora.  Hey Nora, where are you?”

              “Hmm?”  The strange blueberry lady bounces towards them.  “What is up, my darlings?”

              Rachel points at Christen.  “I think my friend is sick.”

              Nora glances over at Christen.  “Hmm.  Strange. I haven’t seen anything like this. I wonder if the true juices mixing with those silly artificial juices are not going well when the urges are setting in.”

              Christen moaned.  “The urges?”

              Nora nodded her head.  “Yup.  It’s a wonderful time in a blueberry’s life when she starts to fill with juice.  The only way for it to calm down is for her to be juiced.  And I showed you what that was like before.”  Nora squeezed Christen’s ass.  “That wonderful sensation of someone helping you release your juices.”  Nora sighed.  “But there is something we haven’t been able to quite figure out. No matter how many times we are juiced, the urges come back stronger and faster.  Some of us who were turned near the start have. . . well. . . they are almost giant blueberry plants as there is nothing, we can do for them.  It’s why we try and find people who are not blueberries to pleasure us.  We hope it will keep us from swelling until we hit juicy maximum like Isabel did.”

              Rachel arched an eyebrow.  “Wait, what happened to Isabel?”

              Nora hugged herself.  “She couldn’t control herself, and she eventually filled the hospital with her big blue body and sprouted little berries from her body.  We don’t know what is happening to her.  We don’t dare go near her.  We think she is enjoying herself as we can hear her moans echoing throughout the hospital, but. . .”  Nora shrugged.  “We try our best to avoid becoming giant plants.  Or more so than we already are.”  She giggled.  “I mean, we love our current state.  Why would we want to change?”

              Rachel crossed her arms.  “But that doesn’t explain what is happening to Christen right now.”

              Nora shrugged.  “I guess it could be she is starting to swell up.  But who knows.  I have never seen anything like this.  We blueberries don’t turn purple.”  Nora walked around and around Christen.  “I blame it on your artificial blueberry makeup.”

              “Hey!”  Christen snorted.  “I resent that.”

              “I don’t think getting offended over the truth is the right course of action. It’s just reality,” Nora said, turning around. Besides, you aren’t even swelling.”

              Christen took a deep breath. “But my juices feel like they want to explode inside of me.”  She moaned.  “Ughh.”

              “Hmm.”  Nora rubbed her chin.  “Maybe you do need some action.”  She suddenly turned around and kissed Christen, her hand rubbing up and down Christen’s thigh.  It sent shockwaves through Christen’s body, causing her boobs to swell a little.  As Nora pulled away, she sighed.  “Awww, I thought that would do something for sure.”

              Christen moaned.  “It was really nice.  I wouldn’t mind another kiss.”

              Nora turned around.  “No.  That will just get me excited and cause me to swell prematurely.  As much as I would like that, I don’t want to lose my lovely figure.”  She slapped her curvy juicy ass.  “Hmm, I think another approach is needed.  I could taste your juices, and they are in flux.  On the verge of causing, you to swell.  But do to your. . . weird nature.”  Her hand rolled about in the air.  “I don’t think I can help you this time.”  She pointed at Rachel.  “Or this weird fake berry, either.”

              “Hey!”  Rachel snorted.  “Can you go one minute without insulting anyone?”

              “I was insulting you. I thought I was just stating facts? Keep up.”  Nora looked back at Christen. Now, dear, I think what you need is what we blueberries have been dreaming of. A lovely human to help you deal with your juices.”  She licked her lips. “As another blueberry, mixing their juices with your own just won’t cut it.”

              “But. . .”  Christen stammered.  “Won’t I turn them?”

              “Hmm.  I don’t know. You are a unique case.  I mean, you have your weird sciencey blueberry stuff and our lovely true berry stuff.  Who knows what will happen.”  She smiled. “But I do know this.  Those juices inside of you will become more and more volatile.  The longer you wait, the more likely something bad will happen.”

              Christen gulped.  “I umm. . . umm. . .”

              Rachel put her hand on Christen’s shoulder. “Don’t worry; we will take care of this.”

              “Just you two? I don’t think so. I am coming with you to ensure my new friend stays in one piece.”  She smiled at Christen. We true berries have to stick together. Besides, I think I can help mitigate your symptoms better than fake berries over there.”

              Rachel snorted.  “You say that one more time, and I will show you how fake I am.”

              “Stop fighting!”  Christen pushed the two berry women apart. I can’t think like this,” she snorted. Okay, so I need a normal person to. . . to juice me or something like that?”  Nora nodded her head. Well, there is only one person I trust. Where is the nearest phone?”

              Nora laughed.  “Phone?  Why would you need such a silly thing?”

              Christen grabbed Nora by the shoulders and shook her, her boobs jiggling about.  “Because unlike you, I was able to live a normal life without people screaming to the hills.  I even have a boyfriend who thinks me juicing up for him is kinky.  Now, where is the phone?  I need to talk to Landon.”

              “But Landon is back in Michigan.  I don’t know if he will get here in time.”

              Christen’s face turned a dark purple.  “He has to!”

              “Okay.  Okay.”

              Nora sighed.  “The only easy-to-access phones are in the hospital.  And the most juice crazed of us go there.  It’s either we go there or risk going beyond the boundaries of the “quarantine” zone.”  She crossed her arms.  “Neither is a good idea.  One, we have to deal with those loony’s who think we are a bit too juicy in the head. The other is our blueberry sisters are so overcome with juicy lust they will jump at us on sight.”  She looked at Christen.  “It’s your choice, girl.  You are the one that has to get to that phone.”

              Christen sighed.  “What’s closer to us right now?”

              “The hospital. But I think taking a chance with crossing the quarantine lines would be safer, in my expert opinion.”  Nora smiled. We may not be seen. I know I wasn’t the last few times I did.”

              “We don’t have time.  The longer we wait, the more this pressure builds inside me.”  She looked at Nora.  “Take us to the hospital.  Now.”

              Nora sighed.  “Fine.  But don’t blame me when a bunch of horny blueberry women try and come at us, needing us to juice them like crazy.”  Nora pointed a blue finger at Christen.  “I did warn you.”  She led the women deeper into the city, the smell of blueberries becoming stronger.  “We just find a working phone and get out.”

              “What about a credit card?”  Rachel crossed her arms. We will need that as well to make the long-distance call, right?”

              “Don’t worry.”  Christen moaned.  “I remember mine by heart.”

              Nora sighed.  “I still think it’s crazy you believe you can wait long enough for some weirdo from Michigan to get here.”

              “Landon will help me.  You will see.”

              Nora turned around and poked Christen between her juicy breasts.  “And I say you should turn around and find someone outside these blueberry lands who can help you. You should make sense, girl!” Christen narrowed her eyes.  “Ugh, does no one listen to the lady who knows what to do?  You two out-of-towners are nuts.”

              “Just take us to the hospital already.”

              “Fine.  Fine. But if your noses were working, you would be able to tell we are very close.”  Nora snorted.  “The place has a very particular sent.  One that I didn’t exactly want to return to any time soon.”

              Christen looked around, noticing the overwhelming scent of blueberries and sweat in the air. This wasn’t like the other part of town, where while blueberries permeated the air, you could still smell other things, like flowers in the shops and the smog. No, the blueberries were all you could smell here. “This is. . .”

              “Welcome to blueberry central.”  They turned a corner, and a juice-covered hospital loomed in the distance. “We hope you enjoy your stay,” Nora lowered her voice. And I hope we get out of here as quickly as possible.”

              Christen walked past her.  “Not until I call Landon.”

              “Right, right.  If I remember correctly, there should be some phones in the emergency ward.  I used to be a nurse here.”  She giggled.  “I remember those days.  Such a different kind of stress.”

              Rachel arched an eyebrow.  “Wouldn’t there be phones all over the hospital?”

              “I mean, I assume, but I don’t know where they are. I didn’t work much outside the emergency ward.  But we also don’t want to go too deep into that place.  The deeper we go, the more likely we are going to encounter horny blueberry women who have lost themselves to the juices inside of them.”  They reached one of the juice-covered doors of the hospital.  “If you see one of them, don’t engage.  They are completely lost to their blueberry side.  No amount of juicing can sate them.  They will squeeze you dry.”

              Rachel gulped.  “I umm. . . can I wait out here.”

              “You will be safer with us inside.  They aren’t against wandering out and finding you.”

              She gulped and hurried inside.  “Okay.”  They slowly walked down the juice-covered halls, the sticky liquid helping to mask the sound of their footfalls through the eerie, darkened halls.

              “I don’t know how much of this stuff is still working, but I am sure we will find something.  The information desk is just ahead.”

              Rachel looked over at Christen.  “How are you doing?”

              “I am fine.”  She took a deep breath.  “Still my healthy shade of purple.”  She giggled. “And my juices are in a firestorm inside my body.  What could be better.”  She moaned. “I feel like I am on the verge of my body doing something crazy.  I need Landon, and I need him now.”

              “Here we are.  The information desk,” Nora rubbed at the sticky blueberry juice.  “And it seems to still have power.  Let’s make this quick so we can get out of here.”

              Christen picked up the sticky phone and began to dial Landon’s cell number.  She expected to have to deal with the long-distance bull crap, but in just a few minutes, he picked up.  “Hello? Christen?”

              “Landon?  You don’t know how good it is to hear your voice.”

              “Well, I was getting a tad worried, and I had to come and find you.  I just landed here in California.”

              “Wait, you did!”  Her voice picked up beside the turbulent forces inside her body.  “Where are you?”

              “Keep your fucking voice down.  You want to attract the entire neighborhood?”  Nora sneered at Christen.

              “I am at the Kenderson Airport.  Are you okay?  They say there is a blueberry virus going on, and I am afraid to tell them about what happened to you.”

              “I am fine.  But I do need to see you.  Come to the location I am sending to you.  I will meet you there.”

              “Of course.  I love you.”

              “I love you too,” she hung up. I can’t believe it. Landon is here, in the city.” She giggled. I am going to see my blueberry lover.”

              “Blueberry?”

              “Did someone say blueberry?  Juicing?  I need to be juiced.”

              Nora gulped.  “Crap.  I told you to keep your voice down!”  Two massive blueberry women, almost thirteen feet tall, wobbled down the darkened halls as blueberry juice dripped out from their nipples.  “We need to get out of here now!”

              “Oh, don’t go.”  Their eyes were glowing bright blue.  “The juicing hasn’t even started!”

              “Yes.  You could juice us forever and ever.”  Their bodies were so big and round, but somehow, they kept moving.  “Just a little squeeze.  Please.”  One of the ladies licked her lips.  “For me?”

              “No, for me!  They were looking at me first!”

              Christen, Rachel, and Nora slowly backed up.  “When I say run, we run.”

              “What?  Did you say run?”  The giant blueberry ladies inched closer.

              Christen nodded her head.  “I heard run.”  She turned around.  “Let’s get out of here!”  Christen and Rachel turned on their heels and ran for the safety of the outside world.

              “I didn’t say. . . never mind.”  Nora followed after them as the overstimulated blueberry women fell onto their overstuffed bellies and breasts to roll after them.  “Go!”  Despite the giant berry ladies’ size, they moved through the juicy hallways very, very quickly, slowly catching up to the girls.  “Fucking hell.”

              “We aren’t going to get out of here at this rate.”

              “Don’t you think I know that?”  Nora looked back at their impending juicy fate. “We have to lose them!”  she pointed at a nearby door. “Quickly, duck in there. We can lose them in the smaller hallways.”

              “But I thought we didn’t want to go deeper into the hospital.”  Rachel gulped.  “I thought.”

              “Do you want them to juice you dry?”

              Christen changed course, ducking under a gurney and vanishing.  Rachel sighed.  “I guess we don’t have a choice, do we?”  She followed after Christen.  Nora rolled her eyes before following after the two girls.