Juicy Parade

Juicy Parade.

              “I am not sure about this.”  Cathy slid into the blueberry suit.  “Why am I doing this again?”

              James sighed.  “To help promote our brand in the parade.”

              “But why would we be trying to promote blueberries in the Thanksgiving Day parade?  Isn’t this about fun?”

              “It’s about work.”  He zipped her up.  “Don’t you know that?”

              “Hey, this thing feels funny.  Where did you get this thing?”  Cathy tugged at the strange fabric.  “I can feel blueberry juice dripping inside this thing, James.”

              He rubbed the bridge of his nose.  “Look, I got it online.  It was a used suit.  I had to get something in a rush for the parade.  You will be fine.”  He plugged the pump into the back of her suit.  “Now, just inflate and get out there.  Nothing bad will happen, okay.  Don’t worry.”

              “Why in the world would you say such a thing?”  As the pump turned on, she moaned.  “James, this is making me feel weird.  Please I am sure there is another way.  Let’s think this, though.”

              “The parade is already moving.  Just stay on the float and be a big ole blueberry for everyone.  You and the crowd will love it.”  He smiled as she began to drift away.  “Good luck.”

              “But I am not even inflating.  James!”  She sighed.  “Something weird is going on.  He never listens, nor does he think things through.”  Cathy crossed his arms.  “I knew the moment he said he got this last minute off the internet that was a red flag.  Why do you get yourself into these situations, Cathy?”  She rubbed her stomach.  “Why in the world is this thing making me feel fat?”  She moaned.  “What is this doing to me?”

              As the float slowly chugged along, Cathy began to notice other little changes, like her hands turning blue.  “Huh?”  She gasped.  “That shouldn’t be happening?”  Gurrgle.  “Ughhh.”  She fell onto her hands and knees.  “I need to get this thing off.  I. . . so. . . juicy.”  Gurrgle.  She could feel the latex merge with her skin.  No, it was almost vanishing, becoming soft and squishy as her belly began to expand.  She took long, deep breaths as the pump detached itself from her body.  Even so, she still seemed to grow, the pressure building from within her.  “Oh. . .”  She rubbed her now naked stomach.  “I am so. . . juicy.”

              Cathy slowly made her way to her feet, her legs becoming thick with blueberry juice.  She could feel deep within herself what was happening to herself.  She was turning into a blueberry.  She had seen it in the movies, people growing to insane proportions only to be juiced.  What would people think of her?  Would they believe it to be real?  Would they think she was just part of the parade?  “Will anyone juice me before I pop?”

              She began to rub her breasts as juice leaked from her nipples.  Thankfully, she was still quite a distance from the public for the parade route.  “I just. . . oh god, my body feels so sensitive.  It’s sooo overwhelming.”  She looked down at her belly, amazed at how big she had already become.  To say she looked as if she were nine months pregnant would be an understatement.  Her hips were massive, and her ass cheeks resembled two blue coconuts.  Her legs were like tree trunks, and while hard to move, thankfully helped support her enormous weight.  “Oh god, I am so fucking massive.”  Cathy’s cheeks turned bright red, blueberry juice dripping down her body.  “I am so full of fucking juice.  I love it.  I just hope I don’t become too heavy for the parade float.  That would be a shame.  I want to become big and round for everyone to see.  A blueberry like me needs to be shared and loved.”  She moaned.

              But her growing girth didn’t seem to be slowing down the parade.  Soon, her belly and round rear end were slowly engulfing her legs.  It was a good thing, too, as Cathy was struggling to stand.  “Oh dear.”  She looked back and forth.  “They make it look so easy in the movies.  Ahhhh!”  Blort!

              She fell backward, her head now stuck skyward as her feet flayed about.  “Oh boy.  I am in a juicy predicament.  I guess it’s a good thing I am on this float.”  She moaned as her arms were forced to the sides, her body looking more and more like a massive round blueberry.  “But what are they going to do after the parade?  Do they know how to juice me?  I hope they know how to take care of me.  Oh dear, what will happen if they just leave me here.  That won’t do.”  Her cheeks filled with juice, pressing against the sides of her bloated body.  Gurrgle.  “It feels so very nice, though.  I think I will have to thank James.  I don’t know how this suit works, but I would love to use it again.  That is if I ever have the misfortune of returning to my boring normal self.”  She moaned as her skin rippled like a waterbed, her juices fluctuating.  “Oh my.”

              Soon, she could hear the roaring cheers.  Cathy turned her head, knowing she was about to be visible to the parade goers.  “Here we go.  Time to show what a blueberry like me can do.”

              There were gasps as the crowd laid eyes on her.  “Is that for real?”

              “It can’t be.”

              “She has to be real.  If it were a balloon, she would be floating in the air.”

              Cathy giggled.  “I am the real deal, everyone.”  Flash filled the air as people started to take pictures of her.  “Get your fill.  And when it’s all over, someone needs to juice me.  Someone needs to juice me real good.”  Gurrgle.  She moaned as she continued to swell, the float now struggling to hold her weight.

              “What is happening?”

              “She seems to be growing!”

              “I don’t know what juice her means!  But if we don’t do something, the poor woman is going to keep growing until she pops.”  The float suddenly stopped, unable to hold the now ten-foot round blueberry woman’s weight.  “Let’s go!”

              Cathy giggled.  “I am not going to pop.  Blueberries don’t pop.”  She moaned, her skin feeling tight.  “I hope.” 

              The crowd surrounded her. “Do you have any idea of how to get the juice out of her?” one man asked.

              “Nope.” Responded a blonde-haired lady.  “I haven’t been in this kind of situation before.  I didn’t even know people could swell like this.

              Cathy moaned.  “Squeeze the juice out of me.  Not too much.  Just enough that I. . . that the pressure isn’t too much.”  She giggled.  “And that it will be fun for me!”

              They all looked at each other.  “Well, let’s do it.”

              “Yeah.  Besides, we have to get this parade going again.”  Cathy moaned as about seven hands pressed against her body, forcing her juices into what was once her chest.  “Ohhh yeah.”  Her chubby face looked skyward.  “Keep going.  Oh yes, keep going!”  Blueberry juice dripped from her nipples.  “Ohhhhhh fuck!”  Blueberry juice slowly seeped out of her body, stemming her growth.

              “This is kind of nice.”  One of the young men laughed.  “I mean, massaging a blueberry girl and all.”

              “Yeah, I could get used to this.  Maybe we could roll her to my place.  So I could take care of her.”

              “What?  Why would you get to keep the blueberry all to yourself?”

              “Hey!”  Cathy moaned.  “I am. . . ohhh. . .”  She licked her lips.  “Maybe someone rolling me so I could be juiced all day would be nice.  But you all would have to share me.”  She giggled as her body began to shrink a little.  “Yes.  I think that would be wonderful.”

              The float slowly began to move again, her body now about eight feet round.  “Hey, we did it!”  They all cheered.

              Cathy moaned.  “Yes, but you will have to keep me juiced for the rest of the parade.  Otherwise, we might bring things to a halt again.”

              Her admirers all nodded.  “Of course.  We are here for you.”

              “Good.  Now and forever.”  She smiled.  “A blueberry girl like me needs people to help me, to take care of me.”  She looked skyward once more.  “So, nothing bad ever happens to me.”