Your Juiced!

Your Juiced!

              “Fran, can you come into my office?”  Trisha narrowed her green eyes as she slammed her stubby finger on the intercom.  “We need to discuss some things.  Most importantly you’re standing here in the company.  Now move your little butt up here.”  She snorted and crossed her arms.  Trisha had heard of a growing trend amongst her employees for them to be doing something called juicing themselves.  Whatever it was, she was going to put a stop to it right here and now.  She had just taken over the company, and she didn’t want any of this weird, funny business to happen. If it was a lingering practice by the previous owner, she would make sure to stamp it out.  Trisha Hovenstart was going to take this company into the future, and that meant no funny business.  It also meant making an example out of this juicing issue.

              Fran timidly walked into her office.  “You wanted to see me?”

              Trisha snorted.  “Yes.  Come in.  Come in.”  She took a deep breath.  “And make sure to close the door behind you.”

              “Yes, ma’am.”

              “Do you know why I asked you to come down here?”

              Fran took a seat in front of Trisha’s desk, tugging at her red hair.  “No, ma’am.”

              “I have heard rummers that you enjoy this. . .”  Trisha waved her hand about.  “This juicing practice.”  She suddenly slammed her hand down on the table.  “Well, I have told the lot of you that your juicing days are over.  I don’t like the sound of my own employees doing drugs.”

              “It’s not drugs, ma’am.  If you would just listen.”

              “No.  The only way you will listen is if I teach you a lesson.  You are fired!”

              Fran narrowed her eyes and stood up.  “No way.  I am with the union, and you can’t fire me over something as silly as this.”

              “Excuse me?”

              Fran reached into her pocket.  “In fact, we prepared a little surprise in case you ever cracked down this hard on juicing.”  She threw powder in Trisha’s face.  “Your juiced bitch.”

              Trisha coughed as the blue mist filled her lungs.  “What the fucking hell.  I. . .”  She moaned, her body heating up.  “What was in that stuff.”

              “Maybe you won’t be such a buzz kill after you know what it’s like.  We made sure it was extra potent.”  Fran giggled.  “You know.  So, it works through your system three times as fast, and you can’t just escort me out of the building.  Oh, and. . . so we can do something fun to you after you start getting big and juicy.”

              “What are you. . .”  Trisha’s eyes widened as she noticed the tips of her fingers turning blue.  “What the fucking hell?  What did you do to me?”  She moaned, her nipples hardening.  “Oh fuck.  I. . .”  She resisted the urge to rub her breasts, feeling sweat drip down her shirt, making them all tender and moist.  “Ohh god, what the hell is going onnnnnn?”

              Fran laughed as she walked forward.  “What?  You have never experienced becoming a blueberry before?  What’s wrong, boss?  Unhappy with the union’s decision on wanting to keep juicing?”

              Trisha fell to her knees, panting as more of her skin turned blue.  “I. . . won’t change my decision.  Ohhhh, god.”

              “You won’t?  But what happens when you become a big ole blueberry stuck in your office?”  Fran smiled as she rubbed Trisha’s back, her hand working its way down to her ass.  “All that juice flowing through you.  This is supposed to be fun.  You don’t want it to hinder your productivity now, do you?”

              “I wouldn’t have a productivity hindrance if you didn’t pull this stunt.  Ohhh god.  Ohhhh.”  Trisha shook her head as she suddenly shot up, her hands on her sumptuous breasts.  “Ohh fuck.”  In her hands, her boobs began to swell, centimeter by centimeter.  “I. . . I. . . I. . .”  She stuck her tongue out and fell onto her hands and knees as her breasts jiggled about, continuing to fill with juice.  “Ohhh fuckkkk.”  She took a deep breath.  “My blouse.  I. . . get it. . . off.”  Shrrippp.  The fabric began to tear as her tender breasts continued to grow, her erect nipples almost ripping through the fabric.

              Fran laughed.  “My, my.  I am just a bit worried.”  Fran tugged a bit at the base of Trisha’s blouse, making it even tighter around the chest.  “Why isn’t the juice going to all the other parts of your body yet?  You have so much more to grow.  To swell.”  She slapped Trisha’s rear end.  “Come on, dear.  Show me how juicy you can get.”

              “No.  I. . . am your boss.  And I. . . have to. . . stop this practice.”  Grurggle.  Trisha flipped herself over onto her back, her belly pulsing.  “Ughh, I feel so. . . soo. . . “

              “Oh, I better tuck this in.  You want to look professional, don’t you?”  Fran giggled as she tucked in Trisha’s blouse just as Trisha’s belly began to fill with juice.  “Oh my.”  Gurrgle.  Blort.  “Seems your radiant blueberry boobs might be filled already.”  Fran stood up and walked over to the window.  “I am just going to open this.  Maybe the sunlight will help you ripen even faster.”

              “Ohh fuck. . .”  Trisha trashed about as her clothing slowly tore apart at the seams.  Her ass ballooned with her thighs rubbing across the ground.  “I. . . ughh it’s just soo fucking sensitive.  I. . . can’t. . . take. . .”  Her pants turned dark blue as blueberry juice dripped from her throbbing pussy.  “Ohh god!”  She gripped her thickening legs, feeling her skin expand in her hands.  “I. . . I. . .”  She panted as everything became tighter and tighter, her raw, erect nipples pushing through her strained blouse.  Shripppp.  Blort.

              Fran sat down on Trisha’s belly, rubbing her groin against Trisha’s sensitive round belly.  “So.  How are you doing?”  She leaned forward and put her elbows on her boss’s massive, squishy breasts, causing them to pulsate before ripping through what remained of Trisha’s clothing.  “Oh my.”  She waved her right elbow.  “So much blueberry juice.”  She then placed her elbow back down on Trisha’s hard nipple, forcing it down.

              “Fuckkkkkkkkkk!”

              Fran ran her other hand down against Trisha’s chest as her waistline continued to swell, her body becoming more and more round.  “Hmm, I wonder how much longer these pants will last.”  Trisha groaned, more and more of her blue skin starting to show itself as Fran tugged at her pants.  “Hmm, if you could just grow a little bit bigger.”  She lowered her head and licked the ballooning space between Trisha’s chest and pussy.  “I could just drink you up all day long.”

              “Ohhhh. . .”  Gurrgle.  Blort.  Trisha bounced about as her clothing struggled to contain her juicy frame.  “I. . . can’t. . . can’t. . . can’t. . .”  Shripppppp.

              Fran lowered her voice.  “Then don’t.  Let it out.”

              Fran was suddenly sent into the air as Trisha’s clothing exploded off her body.  Shrippp.  Pop!  Blueberry juice shot out of her love hole as Fran landed back on her queen-sized belly.  “You are ripening up so nicely.  Why, I am sure I will be able to roll you around soon.”  Fran licked her lips before sticking her finger into Trisha’s throbbing pussy.  “I. . .”  She pulled her juice-covered finger out.  “I just want a taste first.”

              Trisha moaned as she watched Fran lick her juices. “Ohh fuck.”  Her voluptuous round ass began to push her upward.  Her body was becoming rounder by the second, her legs slowly shrinking into her juicy frame.  “I. . . I. . .”

              “You taste wonderful.”  Fran pulled her onto what had been her feet.  “You look wonderful.”  She tossed off her shirt, pressing her naked chest against Trisha’s blue blimp body.  “Your radiant breasts.  Why. . .”  Fran licked one of Trisha’s erect nipples before pressing her own sumptuous breasts against her juicy boss’s boobs.  “You are just soo.  . . so perfect.”

              “I. . . can’t. . . stop. . . swelling.  Soo full. . .”

              Fran wiped off her mouth, her face slowly turning blue.  “Oh, my dear, are you worried you will just keep swelling and swelling and swelling?”  Trisha slowly nodded her head.  “Oh, don’t worry.”  Fran leaned forward and grabbed Trisha by the cheek.  “There is a way to keep your juiciness in check.  But first, you have to promise not to terminate our juicing practices.”

              “I. . .”  She moaned as Fran twisted her raw right nipple.  “Ohhhh fuck.  Stop.  I. . . ohhh I am. . . so fucking juicy.  I can’t take it.”  Blueberry juice dripped from her nipples.  “Ohhh fuck.”

              “That isn’t a yes, dear.”

              “Okay.  I won’t terminate the practice.”  She moaned.  “Now, please.  Everything is sooooo sensitive.  I can’t take it.  I. . . am on the verge of. . . ohhhhhh.”  Blueberry juice dripped from her pulsing pussy.  “I don’t know how much I can. . . how I. . . it’s. . . sooooo hard. . .”

              Fran smiled.  “So you want us to get the juice out of you?”  Trisha nodded her head.  “Well, then, I guess it’s only fair.”  Fran walked to the other side of the desk, her entire body now blue.  “Besides, I have wanted to see this happen.”  She pressed a button Trisha didn’t know was there.

              Suddenly, the floor opened from under Trisha to reveal a massive tube.  “Huh?”  She cried out as she fell downward.  Plop.  “Help.  I am stuck!”  She moaned as her boobs pressed tightly against the sides of the tube, blueberry juice dripping out all over as she slowly slid down and down.  “Ohhh fuck.  I. . . ohhhh god.  Ohhh fuck!”  Her nipples hardened even more, pressing tightly against the tube’s outer walls and making the torturous pleasure even more unbearable.  More blueberry juice dripped out of her throbbing pussy, but the liquid made it easier for her to slowly slid down.  “Oh god.”  Trisha moaned, trashing from side to side.  “Who made this?  I. . . feel. . . soooo fucking. . . goooooooood!”

              Fran giggled.  “What?  Aren’t you having fun?  I will meet you at the bottom.”  She laughed, watching her boss slowly side into the darkness.  “I just can’t wait to go down it myself.  Whoever thought of making the tube just a few inches too small so you have to pleasure your juicy body to slide down.”  She shivered in delight.  “Ohhh fucking hell.”  Fran licked her lips as her nipples hardened and her boobs filled with blueberry juice.  “Oh, I love my job.”