The Juicy Return Home Rough draft

The Juicy Return Home.

              “You know how much your little trip has been costing 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 rats ass what you want to do to me.  I told you that straight up 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.  You really want everyone to just become giant blueberry people?  I really don’t want to think about those implications.”

              The was seilence for a moment while Red thought over his words.  “Is this anything like what you and your wife created?”

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

              “So you are saying—”

              “I know where you are going with this.  You want me to cure the virus and let you coutuine 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 from our home down.  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 first hand.  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 suck a project.  So let me talk to him now!”

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

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

              “What?  Who is this?”

              “Linda.  The person who made the blueberry foruma that you are using on poor defelsess 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 then Larry would have anyone else belive.  I can’t belive 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 than 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 than 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 home town.  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 attacting attention.  I don’t know what it is with that area but being a blueberry is like being a terriorst 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 be 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 repesnative 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 ridence I say.”  He turned around and walked way.

              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.  “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 juicng up now and than.”

              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 are going to 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 spefically 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.”  Olivila gulped.  “Umm why is there so much juice dripping form 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 explicet orders to stay in here.”

              Nora moaned as she put her hand against he 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 widly.