The Juicy Return Home

The Juicy Return Home.

              “You know how much your little trip has cost me, Larry?  You don’t want your secret to get out, do you?  Come back, and I might forget this ever happened.”

              “Look here, you bastard.”  Larry shook the phone angrily in his hand.  “I don’t give one rat’s ass what you want to do to me.  I told you that I don’t know how many times at this point.  But I am going to cure this virus.  It is a real damn virus, you idiot, and if we don’t stop it, the entire world could be infected.  Do you really want everyone to just become giant blueberry people?  I really don’t want to think about those implications.”

              There was silence for a moment while Red considered his words. “Is this anything like what you and your wife created?”

              “No.  It’s a completely different strain.”

              “So, you are saying—”

              “I know where you are going with this.  You want me to cure the virus and let you continue to do the sick practice that you are doing.”  He snorted.

              “Who are you talking to?”  Linda crossed her arms as she walked up to him.

              He put his hand over the cell phone.  “Nothing.  It’s just a business call.”

              Linda arched her eyebrow.  “Oh, really.  The lady who followed you here, Olivia, said she works for someone from that juicing station in our hometown.  She also said you do as well.  Are you sure you aren’t calling the asshole who uses blueberry girls for his own profits?”

              “Look, Linda, I have things under control.  My agreement with Red is only so I can get you cured.”  He looked at his ex-wife, her blueberry skin shimmering in the evening light.  “It can go back to the way it was.”

              “You mean when you liked me for how I am now?”  She snorted.  “What happened to you?  Look, stop being such a weak shell of a man and take your hand away from the phone.  I want to speak to your boss.”

              “But. . .”

              “Do it!  I assume you are talking to him about curing this virus.”  She narrowed her eyes before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.  “Look here.  My friends and I have seen this virus firsthand.  We know it needs to be under control, and sadly, that asshole boss of yours has the funding for it.  I don’t know anyone else who would be willing to back such a project.  So let me talk to him now!”

              Larry shrank away from her and put the phone on speaker.  “What are you doing ignoring me!  Do you want me to tell everyone—”

              “So, you are the man in charge of the Blueberry Girl empire. I am happy to finally meet you. And it’s a good thing for you that there is this phone between us, or I would be juicing up and squashing you.”

              “What?  Who is this?”

              “Linda.  The person who made the blueberry formula that you are using on poor, defenseless girls.”  She snorted.  “I heard about what you have been doing.”  Linda gripped her hands into fists, her juices starting to bubble and her hips swelling a bit.  “And it pains me to say this, but I need your help.”

              “Oh, so you are the lady that Larry was working with.  You are the one he turned into a blueberry and has been trying to fix all these years.”  There was an explosion of laughter on the other end.  “Nice to meet you.  He never talked about you, but from what I can tell, you are a fiery berry woman who seems much prouder about your existence than Larry would have anyone else believe.  I can’t believe he would ever think about curing anyone.”

              Linda looked at her ex-husband.  “He is misguided, but there are people who need a cure.  This virus is very dangerous.  It isn’t like the little accident my ex-husband and I created.  It is some kind of living and breathing thing that changes the person, turning them more and more plant-like as time goes on.”  Linda rubbed the bridge of her nose.  “If the infected don’t. . . I don’t even know how to put this. . . if they don’t do it with non-infected people, then they can swell to insane sizes while losing more of their humanity and becoming more and more of a giant blueberry.  All the while, it just spreads the virus to more people.  Look, you are one of the only people who takes any of this seriously.  We need you to cure this virus.”

              Again, Red broke out in laughter.  “And why would I?  This sounds great for business.”

              Larry grabbed the phone.  “Everyone slowly turning into giant blueberries is great for business?  Who the hell would buy your products in that doomsday scenario?  If everyone is juicy, then no one needs Red’s blueberry products.  They can all make it themselves naturally.”

              There was a pause.  “How am I even supposed to do anything?”

              Linda snorted.  “Supply us with transport back to our hometown.  We will take care of things from there.”

              “On one condition.  While you all work on getting that cure, you all come and work for me as well.  I am sure some. . . lovely ladies would do well working in my Juicing Station.”

              Linda groaned.  “Ughhh.  Fine.  FINE!”  She slammed her juicy foot down.  “If it means getting a cure for this virus, I will do anything!”

              “Good.”  There was another long pause.  “Considering how tricky it will be to get you all back, you will have to take separate flights to avoid attracting attention.  I don’t know what it is with that area, but being a blueberry is like being a terrorist or something.  How is it that you are where you are, and they didn’t shoot you?  Dear god, the people over there are scared to death of this virus.  Shesh.  People calm down; blueberry girls are to be loved and profited off of, not panicked over.”

              “We are hanging up now.”  Linda sighed.  “Can you go with Nora back home?”

              “You aren’t going with her?”

              “I am not going until the people I came with can go home.”

              Olivia walked up. “Oh, don’t worry, hun. As a Red’s Juicing Station representative, I can take the poor girl home.”  Both Larry and Linda shrugged. “Wait, really? I thought you would fight me on this.”

              Larry laughed.  “Good riddance, I say.”  He turned around and walked away.

              Linda sighed.  “Any blueberry girl that works for Red well. . . get a life.”

              ***

              Nora walked to the back of the plane.  “How did we manage this?”  She looked at Olivia.

              “Oh, I have my ways.”  The blue-naked woman sat down next to Nora.  “I work at a place filled to the brim with other blueberry women.  You would love it.”  She booped Nora on her blue berry nose.  “We take care of your twenty-four seven.  Even when you get all big and round.”

              “I don’t like getting all big and round.  I don’t feel like me.”

              “Oh, come on now.  We all like juicing up now and then.”

              Nora moaned.  “Don’t. . . talk about that.”  Her eyes flashed.  “I. . . ohhh. . .”  She took a deep breath.  “You fake berries really don’t know good blueberry etiquette.”  The plane slowly began to take off.  “I don’t know if this is such a good idea.”

              “Oh, nonsense.  We will go all the way to Michigan so you can get all the love and attention you want.”  Olivia clapped her hands together.  “In fact, I think Mr. Red said he wanted you specifically to be his guest at the juicing station.”  She giggled.  “See, you already can’t wait.  You are moaning so much.”

              Nora undid her belt and stood up.  “I. . . ohhh. . .”  Blueberry juice was dripping from her nipples.  “I need someone.”

              “We can’t unbuckle ourselves.”  Olivia gulped.  “Umm, why is there so much juice dripping from your. . . oh my.”  She gasped as the juice began to pour out of Nora’s love hole.  “I have never seen that before.”  She extended out her hand as Nora walked towards the door.  “Wait.  Red gave us explicit orders to stay in here.”

              Nora moaned as she put her hand against the wall, her tender boobs bouncing up and down as her precious juices dripped from her erect nipples onto the floor.  “I. . . can’t hold back the urges anymore.  I need. . . release.  And you can’t satisfy me.  I. . . won’t become. . .berry. . . juicy. . . juicy me!”  She giggled.  “Juicy juicy.”  Nora slipped into the next room, giggling wildly.

              Nora wobbled forth, taking deep breaths as she rubbed her slender right breast, feeling the juice flow beneath her skin.  “Need release.  So juicy.  Every so juicy.”  She moaned as her hips slowly began to expand.  “Ohhh, so fucking juicy.”

              A young flight attendant walked up to her.  “Ma’am, are you. . . holy crap.”  She gasped as she noticed the blueberry juice pouring out of Nora’s pussy.  “How did you. . . what in the fucking hell?”

              Nora grabbed the woman and pulled her in close, pressing her tightly against her body and kissing her as her juices oozed out from her sumptuous hard breasts and onto the woman’s uniform.  “Ohhh fuck.”  Nora moaned as her belly filled with juice and pressed against the flight attendant’s body.  “So juicy.  Need. . . ohhh.”

              “Oh god, you. . . whoh!”  Nora pulled the woman onto the ground, her body sloshing about as the woman landed between her bouncing breasts, juice squirting out of her erect nipples.  “Oh fuck.”  She moaned as her face began to turn blue, and a smile formed on her face.  “This is. . . fun.”

              “Hush and. . . juice me.”  Nora moaned as the pressure inside of her continued to build.  “Juice me.  Juice me.”  Her babies continued to swell, pressing more and more against the young woman’s body.  “Oh fuck. . .”  Nora squeezed her curvy ass as she rolled around on her own enlarging buttocks.

              “Oh god.  I feel so hot.  What is coming over me?”  The flight attendant moaned.  “You feel so wonderful.”  She kissed Nora.  “So juicy.  So very, very juicy.”  The young woman’s body began to swell, filling out her clothing bit by bit.  “Oh my.  I feel a tad wet.”  She took a deep breath as she tried to undo her pants.  “These things were not so tight before.  I. . . ohhh.”

              Nora put her hand to the woman’s lips before kissing her and pressing her voluptuous breasts against the woman’s body.  Nora was slowly becoming rounder and rounder, her skin becoming darker and darker.  “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

              “You like it, don’t you?”

              Nora could only moan, her juices boiling.  She was a blueberry in heat, her radiant berry breasts being pleasured over and over, swelling bigger and bigger until. . . until. . .

              “Ohhhhhhhhh god!”

              ***

              Jessica heard the scream and immediately jumped to her feet. She was a trained paramedic and thought someone was in danger. But when she arrived on the scene, she didn’t know what to make of it. Two naked blue ladies were sitting in a pile of juice. As she was trying to discern what was happening, one of them looked at her. “Hi there, sweetheart. Want to juice us?”