The Second Date

The Second Date.

             Jamie paced back and forth in her apartment. “She is coming over today. Today!”

             Riely sighed. “I know.”

             “How would you know!?”

             Riely set down her headset and turned around. “Because you have been counting down the days until Sandra would come over here. Sesh.” She turned her attention back to her game. “But I would be careful. Any dating place forbidding you from seeing the girl you like for an entire week strikes me as a bit odd.”

             Jamie shrugged. “I don’t see the problem.”

             “Sure. Just like how they turned you into blueberries if you couldn’t hit it off fast enough.”

             “Hey, that was just to spice things up. While weird and somewhat annoying, it was fun as well. I mean, the juicing process was—”

             Riely slammed her hand down. “I don’t want to fucking hear it. You told me in great detail the day you came home dripping in blueberry juice. Now, can I please focus? And when she gets here, try not to interrupt me. I am practicing so I can get a spot on an E-sports team; thank you very much. One of us is trying to make a professional living.”

             “Professional? You just play that—” Jamie turned her head as the doorbell rang. “Oh, that must be her.

             “Good. Now stop bothering me!”

             Jamie bounced toward the door. “Oh, I can’t wait. I can’t wait.” She thrust it open. “Hi, Sandra.”

             Sandra gasped. “Oh, hi. You are happy to see me.”

             Jamie nodded her head. “Ya. I hated that that stupid Juicy Dates place told us we had to wait this long to. . .” She raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”

             Sandra laughed. “Well, speaking of the devil,” she held up some sodas. “They said we had to drink these on our date.”

             “What?”

             She shrugged. “Well, it’s not blueberry flavored. I already tasted mine. I don’t know this thing is weird.”

             Jamie took her bottle and examined it. “It’s nothing more than a bottle of water.”

             Sandra nodded her head. “I guess they want us to be hydrated?”

             Jamie laughed. “I guess, but considering what happened last time, we have to expect anything.” She unscrewed the cap on her bottle. “But I don’t want to ignore their rules and turn into a blueberry again, so down the hatch.” She chugged the bottle.

             “What, you don’t just want to take your time?”

             Once the bottle of water was finished, Jamie tossed the empty can to the side. “It’s forced upon us. I just want to get rid of it and drink something I want when we get to the restaurant. We are going to a nice place, right?”

             Sandra sipped at her water. “I mean, I thought we could stay inside.”

             Jamie sighed. “I had hoped to go someplace fancy.”

             “What? I can’t see your apartment?”

             Riely’s voice echoed from the other room. “Take that, you little bitch! You think you can stand up to me? Why don’t you cry home to your momma! I want to hear your sweet, salty tears!”

             Jamie blushed. “Maybe some other time?” She pushed Sandra out into the hallway. “Why don’t I see your home. It’s a comprise, hmm?”

             Sandra sighed. “I guess.” She turned around. “Come on, let’s go.”

             As they walked, Jamie’s eyes suddenly widened. Her nipples tensed up as a strange warmth spread throughout her body.  “What is going on? I hope it isn’t that fucking strange bottle of liquid she gave me.”  She smiled as Sandra turned her head.  “Resist the urge to rub your boobs, no matter how sensitive they get. Ohhh god, why are they getting so fucking sensitive!”

             Sandra suddenly stopped. “Hey, do you feel weird?”

             “Weird? No, why would I feel weird?” Jamie giggled. I feel perfectly normal.”

             Sandra turned her head, her cheeks bright red. “Oh, you do? Then it’s just me.” She rubbed her butt. “I umm. . .”

             “What?”

             “This is going to sound strange, but my ass feels so warm and tender right now.” She moaned. “I don’t know what is causing it either.”

             Jamie shrugged. “Maybe it’s those stupid drinks we were forced to have.” She chucked. “Ughhh.”

             Sandra narrowed her eyes. “Okay, something is bothering you. What is it?”

             Jamie sighed. “It’s my breasts. I. . . umm. . .” Jamie arched an eyebrow. “Why are you staring at me like that.”

             “Your boobs just swelled a bit.”

             Jamie looked down at her chest and gasped. “What the fucking hell! It’s a good thing I wore a loose-fitting shirt today.” She shook her head. “What am I talking about. I don’t want my babies to bounce and jiggle about.” She then looked at Sandra and gasped. “Holy crap, your butt.” She blushed. “It’s nice and curvy.”

             “Huh?” Sandra looked down. “Ugh. My jeans!” She squeezed her ass. “How am I going to get them off.”

             “I am sure I can help you later.” Jamie giggled.

             “That isn’t funny!” Sandra’s ass swelled a little more. “Ughh, great.”

             Jamie moaned as her boobs swelled a few more inches. “What is this happening?” She tried to cover her chest.

             “You know why! It’s that stupid dating place and their forced drinks.”

             Jamie snorted as she felt her boobs rub against her arms. “I feel like we should just go down there and give them a piece of our mind.”

             “And ruin tonight?” Sandra sighed. “Come on. Let’s just go to my place and enjoy our evening. Besides, the growth has stopped.” She turned around. “They didn’t seem to give it much juice, did they.”

             Jamie waved her hand about as she followed Sandra. “Oh, please don’t say juice. I don’t want to think about swelling into a blueberry again.” The two girls laughed.

             “That was a strange experience, wasn’t it?”

             “Ya, it was. Do you think any of the other pairs made it out of there as a couple, or did they just swell and swell and swell?”

             Sandra shrugged. “Who knows. It isn’t our problem. If they want to be big, gigantic blueberries, let them.” They both laughed as they reached the elevator.

             Sandra shrugged. “I don’t know. If this was from them, we would be swelling out of control.”

             “Don’t jinx it. I don’t want to have some crazy accident on the elevator. This old baby has had enough trouble over the years.” They laughed again. “Still, though, it’s a bit wild. You think they might be trying to influence our date?”

             Sandra crossed her arms. “If they are, I am going to walk down to that stupid speed dating place and punch the person in charge. I don’t care if my butt sways back and forth when I do.”

             “I mean, your ass is a tad cute, all big and all.”

             Sandra blushed. “What? I. . .” The elevator doors opened. “Look, can we just go back to my place already?” She hurried towards the door.

             “So, do you have a nice apartment?”

             “I actually have a small house on the edge of town.”

             Jamie laughed. “You make enough for a house? In this economy?”

             “I mean, I inherited it from my parents.” She shrugged as she walked to her car. “It is a bit of a piece of crap. I wish I could get something better.”

             Jamie sighed as she slid into the passenger seat. “I just wish I had a place of my own. 

You have no idea what living with a roommate is like.”

             Sandra giggled as she turned on the engine. “I could only imagine. You two must get up to a lot of trouble. Your roommate sounded fun.”

             Jamie snorted. “Riely isn’t the type of person I would call fun. Nor do I want to talk about her right now.”

             “Aww, why not?”

             “Because I said so.” Jamie crossed her arms and looked away. “Now drop it.”

             Sandra giggled as they pulled out onto the street. “Wow. What a touchy subject.” She sighed. “Well, what do you want to talk about?” She looked over. “Why are you moaning?”

             “I. . .” Jamie took a deep breath as she covered her chest. “Fuck!” Her boobs suddenly grew, expanding an entire cup size and stretching her shirt out. “Fuck!”

             “What?” Sandra swerved a little. “Holy crap!”

             Jamie’s face turned bright red as her boobs bounced about on her chest. “What did that happen?” She moaned as the seatbelt rubbed against her boobs. “It feels so sensitive. Please pull over so I can readjust!”

             Sandra’s face turned bright red. “What? But it’s the middle of the day. I don’t want people to see you playing with your giant breasts.”

             Jamie’s entire face turned red. “But. . . I don’t think I can go the entire ride to your house with these things bouncing about and rubbing together. . .” She moaned. “Are you trying to torture me?”

             “What?” Sandra shook her head. “No. I wouldn’t dare. Now, get those dirty thoughts out of your head. This is just a normal date.” She gulped. “Noooo. . . noooo. . .” Her chest was forced towards the steering wheel as her ass expanded. “Not nowwww!”

             Jamie giggled. “Serves you right.” Sandra gave Jamie a dark look. “What? You were going to help me, so it’s only fitting your ass grew.”

             Sandra widened her stance, her legs now a tad thick. “God, it’s squishy.”

             “I still find it funny.” Jamie held her hand over her chest as she laughed. “You just got what you deserved for not helping. . .” Her eyes widened as her nipples hardened once more. “Ughhhhh. . .” Her boobs swelled once more, becoming like two massive pillows on her chest. “I. . . I. . .”

             “What was that?” Sandra pulled to a stop at the light. “Wow, you have some pretty big honkers.” She slapped Jamie’s right breast, causing them to bounce back and forth.

             “Hey, stop!” Jamie moaned. “Something is seriously wrong.” She gulped. “Can’t you see that!”

             “What do you mean?”

             Jamie tried to readjust her shirt. “It’s like every time we have the slightest spat, our bodies swell.”

             “That is crazy. You think because I don’t pull over for your little battiness that it is causing my—” The horn suddenly honks as Sandra’s ass swells. “Fuckkkkkkk!”

             “See! I told you!”

             Sandra took long, deep breaths. “So what? We have to fucking be good girls on this date, or our bodies are going to keep swelling and swelling? What kind of nonsense is this?”

             “You know what kind. It’s that stupid dating place.”

             Sandra’s eyes suddenly filled with rage. “Fuck it. I am going to drive us over to that dating service and kill them. Even if I have to use this giant ass to smother them!”

             “But. . .” Jamie tapped her fingers together. “Maybe think of something a little less hot. . .” She blushed.

             “Wait, what?” Sandra slowed down the vehicle.

             “Well, I said it before. I love your ass.” She giggled. “And the bigger it gets. Oh, and those thighs.”

             Sandra blushed. “You. . . like my big ass?”

             Jamie nodded her head. “It is so fucking cute.”

             “Well, I guess punishing this stupid dating service can wait a little bit.” She giggled. 

“Beside, I do think you are. . . lovely with this big honkers. And if they swelled some more,” she looked away.

             Jamie shivered. “Umm, are you thinking what I am thinking?” She smiled as Sandra pulled over to the side of the road. “Oh god, we are really doing this!”

             “Well, ya.” Sandra rubbed Jamine’s right breast. “I do want you to get as big as you can be, my dear.”

             “And you should have a nice big lovely ass.” Jamie giggled and took a deep breath. 

“I think we should stop seeing each other.” She giggled, hoping it would cause the strange potions to take effect. Sure enough, it did, her boobs already pressing against her skin. “I don’t think this is working out.”

             Sandra nodded her head. “Ya, I think we should see other people.” She giggled. You have way too big of breasts for me. I mean, they are. . .” She moaned. “Ripping out of your lovely shirt.” Her ass ballooned outward, squeezing so tightly into her seat that she couldn’t move. “Oh fuckkk!”

             Jamie giggled as her boobs ripped through her shirt. “Oops, looks like you are stuck. 

Let me. . . Ughhh.” Her seat beat latched, holding her tight. “God, this thing.” She reached over. “I. . . I can’t get it. My boobs are in the way.”

             “You might have to outgrow it at this point.” Sandra giggled.

             “Yes, I will outgrow it so I can leave this car.” Her breasts tingled. “I am tired of sharing this space with you.” Her boobs started to grow again, pressing herself against her seat as they rubbed against the dashboard. “Ohhh fuckkkkk. . .”

             “Grow, baby. Get nice and big for me.”

             “I. . . so sensitive. . .” Milk dripped from Jamie’s nipples as her boobs swelled, rubbing against her legs. Her left breast bounced against Sanda, only adding to her pleasure.

             “Why you. . . you big cow. Don’t you press that thing against me! You. . . get off of me!” Sandra’s ass expanded. “Don’t you know personal space!” Her seat suddenly fell backward, no longer able to hold back her giant ass. “Ohhh fuck! My thighs are sooo. . . soooo. . .”  Her thighs spit her pants apart as she held her hand over her chest, taking deep breaths in and out.

             “Sandra, I think we need to stop,” Jamie moaned. “I don’t think I can move. I feel so big. So full.”

             “What? Are you scared of getting bigger?”

             “No. I just. . . what if we become trapped in. . .”

             Sandra leaned over and kissed Jamie. “We will be trapped together, honey,” she moaned. I love you so much.”

             Jamie squeezed Sandra’s ass. “I love you too.”

             ***

             Jamerson sat back in his chair as he saw the two young ladies finally say I love you. “Another job well done.” Most people would say spying on people would be an invasion of privacy. But he was the best matchmaker in the world. He got results. So, when you come to Juicy Speed Dates and want results, don’t complain. Even when your body starts to swell.