Understanding the Blueberry p2 extended preview

Understanding the Blueberry p2.

              Betty ran her fingers through her red hair as she entered the lab.  “Where the hell is Nora.  It has almost been a week, and she hasn’t come in.”  She put her hands on her hips.  “Frank is breathing down all our necks, and she thinks she can just run out on us?  What the hell is wrong with that girl?”  Betty slammed her fist down on the counter.  “I have to work double time thanks to her just skipping out.  She can’t do this to me!  She just can’t!”

              “Betty, what are you doing?”  her boss, Frank, walked into the room. “Did I tell you that you could take a break?”

              “Sir, you have been working us all to death, especially after Nora just up and quit.  Do you think these harsh working routines had anything to do with her leaving?”  Betty clenched her hands into fists.  “Like seriously, I haven’t seen Ted in a while either.  It’s a blueberry company.  Who is this nuts over blueberries?”

              “You don’t get it.  We are going to crack the code on what makes blueberries everlasting and wonderful if you keep at it.  We will have a goldmine!”

              “That just sounds like you will make the food even worse.  Sure, it would taste great, but then everyone would have one blueberry for their entire life.”

              “You are overthinking it.”

              Betty slammed her hand against the nearby cabinet. “I am trying to deal with a crazy person. That is what I am doing. I. . .”  She gasped as the door suddenly opened, and a blue glow emitted from inside. “What the hell?”

              Betty turned around and looked inside.  “I don’t know.”  She pulled out the tray.  “They are blueberries, but I have never seen anything like it.  They are glowing and smell. . . soo. . . wonderful.”

              “Maybe Nora left us something after all.”  He rubbed his hands together.  “I want to have these blueberries tested right away.”  He pointed at her.  “Eat one.”

              “What?”

              “I want to know how it tastes.  Eat it!”

              “But it’s glowing!”

              “Do you want to be fired?”

              “Maybe.”

              He slammed his hand down.  “Just eat the damn thing.”

              “Ugh.”  She rolled her eyes and tossed one of the blueberries into her mouth.  “Mhmm.  It tastes good.”  Betty bit into the berry, the juice squirting all over her mouth.  “Really, really good.”

              “Okay, I get that.  Anything else beyond that?”

              She swallowed.  “I mean, the taste doesn’t go away.”

              Frank jumped into the air.  “Yes!”  He did a little dance, causing Betty to roll her eyes.  “I did it.  I did it.  I did it.”

              “Don’t you mean Nora did it?”

              “Huh?”  He looked at her.  “Umm yeah, I guess so.  Ugh.”  The man snorted and snatched the tray of glowing blueberries away from her.  “Look, just search for the recipe that Nora used while I go and show this off to the investors.  Now get to it.”

              She rolled her eyes as he walked away.  “Get to it?  How exactly am I supposed to find some dinky-ass recipe here?  I could do something if he left some of those blueberries but no.  It’s just more useless searching.”  She scratched at her chin.  “God damnit, Nora, did you really have to make the blueberry in these things last so long?  I don’t think anyone is going to want blueberry flavor this much.”

              Gurrgle.  As she bent over, Betty couldn’t help but feel a strange sensation spread throughout her body.  “I should have just quit.  Like, I know it’s sensible to wait until I have a new job lined up, but this is just crazy.”  She scratched at her chest.  “At least he should try and ease up a little now that he has his precious blueberries.”  She rolled her eyes.  “Seriously, the man has gone psycho.  If I could get a hold of Nora, I would tell her just hot nuts he has become.”  She giggled.  “Okay, now where is that damn recipe.  Where would you hide it, Nora?”

              Gurrgle.  She snorted as her stomach started to feel tighter.  “Great, and now I am starting to feel bloated.  I think the pressure of today is getting to me.  My therapist told me I need to try and cut down on the. . .”  She took a step back.  “I. . . what?”  Betty slowly raised her hands in front of her face.  “This isn’t possible.  It isn’t possible one little bit.”  She gulped as she watched her hands slowly turn blue.  “I am just hallucinating.  It’s the extreme blueberry flavor.  Yes, that’s it.”  Blort.  A sudden pressure in her pants caused her to look down and gasp.  Her hips had suddenly swelled by a few inches, her wonderfully red slacks now stained blue.  “What the hell?”  She gulped, her butt swaying about.  “What is happening to me?”

              As she turned around, her belly slowly pushed forward.  “Ugh, I don’t think I should have eaten that. . . blueberry.”  Her eyes widened.  “And Frank is going to show it off to the investors as the new big thing.  I have to stop him.”  Throwing caution to the wind, Betty began to run, her body jiggling about as she did so.  “God, it’s like I have a bunch of liquid bouncing about inside of me!”  She grabbed her hips.  “My skin feels so fucking squishy.”  Her eyes slowly widened.  “I feel squishy like one of the blueberries we have around here.”  She moaned as her hips swelled another few inches.  “I am becoming a blueberry.  I. . . can’t let anyone else eat those berries.”