Upsetting the Blueberry Goddess p1

Upsetting the Blueberry Goddess p1.

            Georgetta wiped the sweat from her brow.  “I don’t get why we are working ourselves to the bone like this.  The frost came early this year, and the harvest will be bad.  We should give up and try our hands at something else like smithing.”  She snorted.  “I don’t want to just see all these blueberries wither and die.  I don’t want to waste the next few months of our lives for nothing.”

            Pamula clasped her hand around Georgetta’s mouth.  “Keep your mouth shut.  Do you want to get us in trouble?”  She looked around nervously, her green eyes scanning the countryside in a sudden panic.  “You can’t say such things.”

            “Why?  We are alone.  There is no one around for miles.”

            “Yes, but you could anger Blueetia.”

            Georgetta burst out into laughter.  “Are you serious?  Sure, I am going to anger the goddess who helps our blueberries grow.  You do realize that is just a myth, right?  There is no blue-skinned woman that actually is up there in the clouds who helps us grow these stinking crops.”  She kicked at a nearby earth mound.  “If there was, the bitch wouldn’t let us suffer so.”

            Pamula waved her hands about.  “Stop it.  You are going to anger Blueetia.”

            “Yeah, right.  I told you before there is no such thing as gods or goddesses.”  Georgetta laughed, not noticing her nose was turning blue.  “Now, today is going to be the last day I am going to waste my time breaking my back in these fields on this fucking doomed harvest.”  Pamula took a step back.  “Tomorrow, I am going into town and am going to try and find a job that can help me through to next year.  Don’t worry, I won’t abandon you as I do kind of like working here when the harvest season isn’t complete crap.”

            “Georgetta.  I think you should stop this right now.  Please, for your sake, before it’s too late.”

            “What?  Don’t tell me you are trying to scare me about this goddess being real.  She isn’t, and there will be no divine wrath for me saying this job sucks this year.”  She looked up at the sky.  “You hear that, you stupid Blueetia.  You suck at your job if you are real!”  She raised her hands to the sky.  “You suck at your. . .”  Georgetta’s eyes widened as she noticed her arms were bright blue.  “Huh?  What the hell?”

            Pamula gulped.  “I told you that you should have stopped.  Now, who knows what is going to happen to you.”

            Gurrgle.  Georgetta took a deep breath, her hands falling to her stomach.  “Look, there is no such thing as a Blueetia.  This is just some kind of weird coincidence.”  She moaned.  “And the fact that my breasts feel a bit. . . heavy also doesn’t prove anything.”  She panted, her right hand rubbing her right breast tenderly.  “Ughhh, I just feel. . .”  She closed her eyes.  “Noo, I. . . this isn’t. . . I won’t swell to. . . I. . . ughhh.”

            “What are you talking about?”

            Georgetta fell onto her hands and knees.  “I. . . need to. . .”  She squeezed her tender breasts.  “I need to fill up.  I need to get soo juicy.”  Her amber eyes turned blue.  “I have to grow, swell.  I have to. . . become a big juicy blueberry for the harvest.”

            “Georgetta?”  Pamula gulped as she watched her friend’s hips swell and blueberry juice drip from her hard, erect nipples.  “You can’t become a giant blueberry.  Oh no, what am I going to do?  I told you not to anger the gods.”  Shripppp.  Blort.  Pamula blushed as more of her friend’s belly ripped through the already strained tunic.  “Though you seem to be making a lovely blue. . . no you. . . maybe if I appeal to the gods, you can be spared this juice fate.”

            Georgetta moaned, her luscious breasts swelling almost an entire cup size.  “Nooo.  I. . . want to. . . become the blueberry.”  She licked her lips as she rubbed her belly.  “You must plant me to help the harvest.”  She panted as she pulled at her tunic.  “Get me out of these. . . mortal vessels.  I must grow. . . must help the other blueberries.  Ughhh.”  Georgetta panted as her pants stretched, her thighs pulsing as her juicy frame continued to swell.  “Soo juicy.”  Blort.  Gurrgle.  She giggled, falling backward, her tunic ripping apart and her round, massive belly bouncing about in the mid-day sun.  “Heheheh.”

            Pamula bent down by her friend, her hands reaching down behind her back.  “Come on.  Get up.  Get up.”  She panted.  “Dear god, the juice is leaking through your skin.”  She waved her hands.  “I have never seen a blueberry so ripe.  No.  No.  I am not going to call her a blueberry.  This is crazy.  Ahhh.”  She jumped back as Georgetta’s pants snapped part, revealing Georgetta’s pulsating blue pussy.  “Holy crap.  That is. . . juicy.  I could just. . .”  Pamula bent over in a trance and licked up the excess blueberry juice from her friend’s throbbing juice hole.

            “Ohhhh god!”  Georgetta thrashed about, her arms becoming like massive blue tree trunks as she tried to steady her breathing.  “You. . . ohhh god.”  Her sumptuous breasts swelled yet another cup size, blueberry juice dripping out of her hard, massive nipples.  “I. . . can’t take it.  Soo much juice.  So much fucking juice.”

            Pamula stood up, wiping her mouth clean.  “I don’t know what came over me.  I am good.”

            “Sooo much juice.”  Georgetta’s legs were forced apart as her belly continued to fill with juice, forcing her thunderous thighs further and further away from her chest.  “I. . . ohhh. . .”

            “I don’t know what to do.”

            “Plant me.  Let me. . . help the harvest.”  She moaned, her curvy, juicy ass forcing her head and voluptuous breasts upward.  “Ohhh god.  I can feel my butt getting bigger.  Getting juicier.  Soooo good.”

            “How the fuck am I supposed to plant your massive blue ass?  You are not a plant.  You are my friend.”

            “Plant me.  Let me grow bigger and bigger and help the harvest.”  She moaned as her boobs pulsed on her chest.  “Help me grow. . .”  A green vine started to spout out of her head.  “Ohhh. . . god.  I. . . need to help the other blueberries grow.  It is my purpose.  It is my divine purpose.  Help me, Pamula.”

            Pamula gulped.  “Well, I don’t want to incur the god’s wrath myself.”  She crawled onto Georgetta, her body rubbing against her friend’s massive, juicy frame.  “Ugh, you are so squishy.  Ohhhh.”  Pamula found her body sinking in between Georgetta’s gigantic blue breasts.  “They are so big and. . .”  She pushed down hard on the blue squishy mounds, her hands wrapping around the erect nipples for support.  “Stop swelling for a moment.  You are going to suck me into some kind of juicy vortex.”

            “Ohhh, you feel soo good.”

            Pamula thrashed about before pulling herself free.  “Fucking hell.”  Her sweat dripped down onto Georgetta’s body.  “You are so fucking. . . god.”  She pulled herself closer to her friend’s head, her hips pressing down hard against Georgetta’s squishy, sumptuous breasts.  “Almost there.  I will. . . plant you yet.”  She wrapped her hand around the slowly growing vine coming out of Georgetta’s head.  “Just wait a few more moments.  I need to catch my breath.”  Pamula laid down, her mouth connecting with Georgetta’s.  “Mhhhmm.  So juicy.”  Her tongue slipped into her friends, swimming about.  “Mhmmm.”

            Georgetta’s tree truck arms wrapped around Pamula, slamming her against her gigantic, squishy body.  “Ohhh fuck.”

            “Help!”  As Pamula sank into her friend’s squishy mass, she made sure to plant the vine into the damp earth.  “There I did it.  You are planted.  Now let me go.  Ohh fuck.”  She twisted about, putting her hands against Georgetta’s twin blue breasts, pushing with all her might.  “Ughh, I feel like I am having my own juices squeezed out of me.”  Her nipples hardened and pressed hard against her friend’s squishy arms.  “Ughhh I. . . stopppp.  You are going to make me cum.  Tooo tight!”  She squeezed Georgettta’s breasts even harder, not sure if she was pleasuring her blueberry friend or punishing her.  “Let me go.”  Pamula felt her pants become wet.  “Let me go!  I can’t take it. I. . . can’t take it.  Too tight.”  She panted as blueberry juice from Georgeta’s raw nipples dripped down onto her body.  “I. . . fuckkk!”

            Pamula suddenly popped out from her confinement, giggling as she stood up covered in blueberry juice.  “Oh my god, that was soooo good.”  She wiped herself off, not caring that her pants were soaking wet in a mixture of her own fluids and blueberry juice.  “I feel so alive.”  She licked her lips.  “You are going to make one hell of a harvest.  You. . .”  Pamula blinked her eyes.  “I mean. . . I am going to pray to the goddess to figure out if I can fix this.  I. . .”  She whipped her autumn hair about.  “I will get to this right away.”  She took a deep breath and looked over her friend, realizing just how massive Georgetta had become.  “By the gods.  You are massive.”

            Georgetta only moaned as her body throbbed, blueberry juice seeping from her stiff, raw nipples and pulsing pussy.  She has swollen to a gigantic sixteen-foot juicy mass, her succulent breasts each a good foot wide.  “I. . . will make the harvest something to behold.”

            Pamula shook her head.  “I can’t let you have this fate.  No matter how good you taste.”  She looked at the sky.  “I will find a way to turn you back.  No matter the cost.”