Keep Calm, Don't Juice

Keep Calm, Don’t Juice.

              “I don’t think I can do this, doctor!”

              A haggard voice buzzed out of Summer’s cell phone.  “Hun, I know I told you that you could call me anytime, but it’s the middle of the night.  What could be such an emergency?”

              “I am going on a date tomorrow.  Oh god, the stress.  The anxiety.  I am going to turn into a blueberry for sure.”

              “Just take the medication I prescribed for you.”

              “I don’t like it.  The damn stuff makes me feel funny.”  Summer crossed her arms.  “I didn’t go to therapy to get hopped up on medication.  I want you to help me work through my juicy ailments.  Besides, it doesn’t even help!”

              “Just give it time.”  Victoria yawned.  “It can take time to adjust to these things.”

              “When I took your stress medication, I became almost twice as big as I normally do when I juice up.”  She rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to stay calm.  “Look, isn’t there anything else we can try?  My date is tomorrow, and I don’t know what I am going to do.  I don’t want him to think I am some weird blueberry that gets off on my own juices.”

              “We can schedule you for an earlier visit.  How does next Friday sound?”

              “Ughhhh!”  Summer hung up and threw her cell phone across the room.  “Big fucking help that was.  Call me anytime, and I will help you with your stress and anxiety.  I will help you keep from juicing up into that horny blueberry you become.”  Summer took a deep breath.  “It’s okay.  No need to juice up over this.  Then you really, really won’t be seeing Tim tomorrow.”  She pulled at her arm.  “Oh, what a predicament I am in.”  Summer slid her way back into bed.  “Maybe instead of going to a therapist, I should have gone to some kind of specialist doctor.”  She shook her head as she pulled the covers up to her head.  “No, that is crazy.  I don’t want some hack treating me like a science experiment.”  She shivered.  “Huh.  Well, hopefully, I don’t wake up to a puddle of blueberry juice.”  She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

              ***

              The next day, Summer did her best to drag things out, all while constantly trying to get her therapist to talk to her.  But as the day steadily wore on, she could tell Victoria was trying to avoid her.  “For fucks sake.  I have an emergency on my hand, and that bitch is leaving me out to dry.”

              The time of her date came much faster than she would have wanted.  Summer did her best to drive the short distance to the restaurant where Tim had asked her to meet him.  It wasn’t anywhere fancy, just a small sports bar and grill place.  Thankfully, the restaurant would be mostly empty at this time of day.  She had managed to talk him into having their meal at four p.m., so if something did go wrong, hardly anyone would be there to see it happen.

              What she wasn’t expecting, though, was for Tim to be waiting for her when she pulled into the parking lot. They had sent pictures of each other online, so he noticed her immediately, rushing up to her vehicle as she shut off her engine. “Hey there!”  He tapped on her window. “About time you got here.”

              Summer rolled down her window.  “Umm, have you been waiting for me?  You do know our date doesn’t start for like five minutes, right?”

              He put his hands on his hips. “It’s fine.  I just wanted to enjoy this nice fall air.”  He took a deep breath in.  “It was a nice, lovely walk here anyways.”

              “Huh?  How far from here do you live?”

              “About ten miles.”

              She gasped.  “You. . . your fucking kidding me.  Why would. . . why would you. . . it’s fucking freezing outside.”

              He laughed.  “Nothing better to get that blood pumping, eh Summer?”

              She opened the door.  “That is just. . . that is insane.”  She pulled her coat around her body tighter.  “You don’t even have anything covering you. . .”

              Tim laughed.  “So?  I don’t need it.  The cold doesn’t bother me that much.  Now let’s go in and eat, huh?  You look a bit flushed.”  He turned around.  “I want to see why this place is as good as you said it was.”

              “I am not flushed!”  Her cheeks were bright red.  “I am just. . . surprised.”  She tried to regulate her breathing.  “Look, let’s just go eat already.”  She hurried past him.  “I am freezing my ass out here.”

              They hurried into the sports bar and grill only to be greeted by a waiter.  “Hello.  I assume you two are a couple?”

              Summer shook her head.  “No.  We are just dating.”  Her heart pounded in her chest.

              “I mean, we could be in the future if things go well.”

              “LETS TAKE IT ONE DAY AT A TIME!”  She gulped.  “God damnit.  Get it under control before you fucking juice up.”  She looked around the restaurant.  “Ughhhh. . .”

              “Would you two want a table or a booth?”

              Tim laughed.  “Is that even a question?  Booth.  Tables are so hard and rough.  I want something soft and smooth to sit on.”  Summer just nodded as she scratched at her hips.  She could tell it was already a bit too late, and she was instead trying to find an excuse to get out of her date before he could see her skin turn bright blue.  “What can I say that won’t make me sound like a jerk?”  She gulped as she followed them over to the corner of the restaurant.  “Oh god. This is going to be ever so embarrassing.”

              “Can I start you off with a drink?”  They slid into the booth, Summer slipping off her jacket and placing it at her side.

              Tim smiled.  “I will have some lemonade.”

              “Water, please.”  She grabbed her menu and hid behind it.

              “Okay, I will give you some time to look over things.”  The waiter smiled before walking away.

              “Hey.  I can’t see that beautiful face of yours.”

              She giggled.  “Well, I am looking over the menu.  Shouldn’t you be doing the same?”  She gulped as she noticed her hands turning blue.

              “I looked up what I wanted online.  So, we are just waiting on you.”  He tapped her feet with his own.  “Now come on.  I want to see you.”  He reached out and gently touched her arm.  “What?  Are you afraid I might bite?”

              “Huh?  Of course not.  I am just a tad bit shy, is all.”

              “Shy?  You sure as hell didn’t seem shy back in the parking lot.  Now come on.”  He pulled the menu down.  “What are you. . . whoh.”  Tim gasped as she saw her bright blue face.  “I wasn’t. . . wow.”

              Her cheeks turned bright blue as she turned away.  “I can explain.”

              Tim shrugged.  “So what?  You just have some weird kind of makeup, huh?”  He laughed.  “Nothing wrong with that.”

              “It’s. . . not makeup.”  Gruggle.  She gulped. “Oh god.  Here comes the juice.”  She moaned. “And I can feel a lot of it building inside of me.  Oh no, I am going to swell into a massive blueberry in front of him.”  She held back a giggle.  “I can’t believe I am going to be his blueberry.  It’s going to be so. . . hot!”

              The waiter walked back and took a deep breath.  “So, have you decided what you are going to order?”  He looked over at Summer.  “Miss, are you okay?”

              “Yes.  I just. . . a few days ago decided to paint myself in blue dye, and it’s coming to the surface again.”

              Tim snapped his fingers.  “See, I was right.”

              “Sure, you were.”  She turned her attention to the waiter.  “I think the ribeye would be fine.”

              Tim laughed.  “I was going to get that as well.  We think alike.”

              “I will bring those right out.”  He smiled.  “I hope you enjoy your stay.”  The young man walked away.”

              Tim crossed his arms.  “So, do you smell blueberries, or is it just me?”

              Summer tried her best to stifle a moan as her belly began to swell up.  Her shirt slowly tightened as her ass began to fill with blueberry juice.  “I think it’s you.”  She rubbed her legs, feeling the blueberry juice stretch out her jeans.  “Though I do feel a bit hot.  Umm, can you do something for me?”

              “Sure.”

              “Can you ask the manager to turn the heat down?”

              “Umm, sure.  Be right back.”  He jumped to his feet and rushed off.

              “Finally.”  She placed her hand on her big round belly.  “I can get out of here.”  But as she tried to stand up, she found her body wedged in the booth, her hips, ass, and stomach swollen into the frame of her seat.  “Oh god!”  She moaned.  “Have to get out. . .”  The more she struggled, the more it turned her own.  “But sooo juicy.”  She rubbed her massive thighs together.  “Oh god.  I can’t contain myself.  I just. . . want to swell so fucking big.  Get so. . . big and juicy.”  She squeezed the booth with her swollen blue fingers.  “Oh god.  I am going to become a massive round ball in front of him.  I just. . . what am I going to do?”

              “I think they are going to turn things down.  Oh my god!”  Tim stood at the edge of the table.  “What is happening to you?”

              She moaned as her belly slowly pushed the table against the other side of the booth.  “I. . . just get a little. . . swollen under stress.”

              “A little?”  He put his hands on his hips. “You look very plump to me.”

              She moaned.  “Oh god.  Don’t say that word.”  Shripppppp!  She took a deep breath as her thighs shattered her jeans.  “I am trying not to think about how big and round and sexy I am.”

              “Sexy?”

              She looked at him, her eyes bright blue.  “I just. . . I am so sorry.  When I get anxious, I swell into a giant blueberry.  And when I fill with juice.  Ohhhhh!”  Her shoes ripped apart, and her big, squishy feet slid across the floor.  “I just get so fucking. . . hot and horny.  I wish someone would help me.”  She pulled at her shirt.  “Damn, it’s so tight.  So fucking tight.  Ughh. . .”

              “Maybe we should get you out of there.”  He laughed.  “Before the booth pops you.”

              “Ohhh fuck.  Let it force my juices out!  I am a naughty blueberry girl!  Ohhhh god!”

              “Wow.”  He crossed his arms.  “I guess you are.”  Tim smiled.  “But you aren’t going to get free that easily.”

              “Huh?”  She moaned as her boobs began to fill with juice, stretching her shirt out even more.  “What do you mean I won’t get free that easily.  Ughhhh. . .”  She moaned as her breasts slowly filled her vision.  “Ohhhh fuck. . .”  She tried to pull at her shirt, but her arms were forced to the side, and she became trapped between the table and the booth.  “I. . . can’t move!”  Shrippp.  Her juice-soaked shirt began to tear as her round body slowly forced the table upward, the seat beneath her slowly creaking and cracking under her massive weight.

              Tim suddenly jumped onto the table.  “I mean, you will have to swell for me to get out of this sticky situation.”  He pulled her shirt open around her bosom.  “You can do that, right?  You can swell for me, can’t you?  Come on.”  He kissed her, causing Summer to moan.  “Show me how much of a blueberry you are.”

              “Ohh fuck.”  She moaned, her body bubbling.  “You want to see how much of a juicy fucking blueberry bitch I am?”  She licked her lips, her boobs swelling a good few inches.  “I will juice up for you; that is what I will do!”  Her eyes slid into her head as juice surged through her veins, the table almost flipping over and knocking Tim to the ground.  Her body now looked much like a giant blue ball, her hands and feet slapping against the sides of her body.  Tim slid to the ground before throwing the table against the floor.

              “You look lovely.”  He rolled her into the center of the room before giving her a big kiss.  “You should have told me you could do this sooner.”  He laughed as he watched the last bits of her clothing rip off her body, leaving her naked.  “I wouldn’t have asked you to come here.  I would have brought you to my place.”  He squeezed her massive blue ass.  “So, you can have all the juicy time you want and deserve.”

              “Ohh fuck.  Yes, I am a very naughty blueberry.  I need to be juiced.  So very, very badly.”  She licked her lips.  “What are you going to do to me?”

              “Well, first, we need some privacy.”  He rolled her towards the restroom. Then we will have all the juicing fun you desire.”

              “Oh god.  Yes.  Our private juicing time.”  Tim squeezed her through the bathroom door, her body rolling across the room before bouncing against the far wall.  Tim then placed one of the trash cans against the door to seal them in.

              “There.  No one should bother us, my dear blueberry.”  He pulled down his pants.  “You are all mine.”

              “Good.  Juice me.  Juice me already.  What are you waiting for?  I just. . . keep swelling and swelling.”

              He rubbed her body.  “Well, we can’t have that.”  He pressed his thighs against her big, round body, his belly rubbing against her own.  “I have to make sure my blueberry doesn’t get too big now.  I have to keep you a nice stable size.  Time to harvest you.”  He slid his dick into her juicy interior.

              “Oh yes.  I am so ripe and begging to be juiced.”  She moaned.  “Ohhh fuck.  Oh, baby.  Ohhhhhh!”

              He threw off his shirt.  “Don’t worry.”  He rubbed her body.  “I will juice you so well that you will feel it for years to come.”  He kissed her, his dick sliding deeper into her body.  “You feel so wonderful, so warm, so big.”  He moaned.  “I love how your juices swirl around and hug my cock.”

              “Your cock feels wonderful.  Ohh god.  Oh yes.”  She moaned as he thrust inside her body.  “Ohhhhhh yesssss!”

              He squeezed her breasts.  “Yesssss.  Fucking. . .”

              Summer slapped the sides of her body as Tim’s juices shot into her body.  “OHHHHHHHHH!”  Her juices sprayed all over her body.  “Sooo juicy.  Soooo fucking juicy!  I. . . can’t. . . stand it!”

              “Oh fuck. . . oh god!”

              “I am going to burst!  I can’t. . . so god!  Ohhhhh!”  Her body shook as an intense orgasm ripped through her body.  “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”  She gripped the sides of her body as she held on through the most intense feeling of pleasure she had ever felt.  Despite juice leaking out of her body, she swelled another few feet.  “Ohhhh yes!”  Tim was knocked to his feet in disbelief.  It took a good twenty minutes before she began to shrink; the entire time, she was rocked by the most intense pleasure she had ever felt.  No one had stimulated her blueberry side like this before.  She loved it; she craved it.  She needed to have this again.

              As she took deep breaths in a pool of her own juices, she looked at Tim.  “We. . . we need to go on a second date!”

              “Dito.”  He laughed, wiping himself off.  ‘You are one hell of a girl.”