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              “We are so sorry about Doctor Morine.  We discovered that she was trying to encourage her patients to grow or worse.”

              “But. . .”

              The young woman put her hand on Summer’s shoulder.  “You won’t have to deal with her anymore.”

              Summer gulped.  “But I was going to her because of my blueberry issues.  I can’t stop swelling into a giant blueberry girl when I get stressed.  What am I going to do?”

              “We have assigned you a new therapist,” the young lady said, looking down at her laptop.  “She is a bit new in her field but should be able to help you.”

              “But Miss Morine was doing a great job.”

              “Miss Morine was fired.  Now, please have a seat.”  Summer gulped and did as she was told.  “Victoria will be out to get you shortly.”

              Summer tapped her hands against her legs as she looked around.  “I don’t see what the problem was.  Morine was helping me.  Sure, she was a bit. . . encouraging at times, but I really needed to get these blueberry urges under control.”  She gulped.  “What am I going to do now?  I don’t want to juice up in front of a new doctor.”  Her stomach churned.  “But I think I am going to.  My anxiety is already starting to build, and I can feel the blueberry juice inside of me starting to build up.  Stay calm.  Stay calm!”

              “Ahh, you must be Summer.”  A woman who looked no younger than Summer loomed over her with a smile.  “Hi, I am Victoria.  Are you ready to come back?”  Summer shook her head.  “There is nothing to be nervous about.  I have some stuffed animals in my office if you want something to hug while we talk.”

              Summer gulped.  “I am not sure you can help me.  I have a very. . . unique issue.”

              Victoria knelt down next to Summer.  “I am sure whatever is bothering you, we can work it out together.  Please come into my office.”

              “Umm, okay.”  Summer stood up, her belly starting to feel tight.  “But I am warning you, I don’t think it will help.”

              “Nonsense.”  Victoria smiled.  “We will work through this together.”  They made their way to the end of the hall and into a small room.  “Please take a seat on the couch.”  Victoria smiled as she took the chair on the other side of the small room.  “Now, please, we don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.  But I would like to know what is on your mind.”

              Gurggle.  “Well, I would like to get this over as quickly as possible.”

              “Why is that?”  Victoria crossed her legs.  “Is something bothering you?”

              Summer slid her arms behind her back as they began to turn bright blue.  “You could say that.”  Gurrgle.

              “What was that sound?”

              Summer gulped.  “Umm. . .”

              Victoria gasped.  “Your nose.  It’s blue!”

              Summer put her blue hands on her knees.  “I. . . I’m sorry.  I get this way when I am anxious.”

              Victoria picked up a notepad and began to write in it.  “How strange.  And how does the experience make you feel?”

              “You don’t want to know.”  Summer’s face slowly turned blue.  “Look, can we stop talking about this?  Maybe stop talking altogether?  It might just keep me from. . .”

              “From what?”

              Summer jumped to her feet.  “From turning into a blueberry.”  She gulped.  “I can’t control myself when I. . .”  She covered her mouth as Victoria penned away at her notepad.

              “How odd.  I have never encountered anything like this before.  Can you please tell me why you are afraid of this?  I want to help you.”  Summer slowly slid down.  “You said this is caused by anxiety?”

              Summer took a deep breath.  “Anxiety, a rush of emotion like happiness.  I have been having to keep how I feel under strict control as. . .”  She moaned, her belly becoming tighter and tighter.  “As otherwise, the juices just flow through me, and I can’t handle it.”

              “What about it, can’t you handle?”

              Summer moaned.  “I. . . ughh. . . I just. . .”  Her stomach began to rumble.  “I can’t handle all that juice flowing through me.  It makes me feel so. . . horny.”

              Victoria’s eyes widened.  “What?”

              Summer gulped.  “It just feels so wonderful.  It is all so overwhelming.”  Her waistline slowly expanded, inch by inch.  “I am sorry, I. . . I can’t stop it now.  I am going to be a big, sexy blueberry in your office.”  She bent over on the table, her t-shirt turning dark blue as her juices leaked through her shirt.  “Ugh, it’s spreading everywhere.  I just. . . please help me.  I. . . if I don’t get some form of help, I will just swell and swell.”  She moaned.  “Please miss.”

              Victoria gulped.  “I don’t know.”

              Blueberry juice began dripping through her clothing and onto the table as her chest pressed tightly against her shirt.  Her waistline already looked as if she were trying to hide multiple pillows inside her pants, her sides big, round, and squishy.  “Ughhh.”  Summer rubbed her nipples.  “I feel so full already.  Please, you need to help juice me.”  She looked up, a hungry look in her eyes.  “I am a dirty blueberry, and I need to be juiced.”

              Victoria looked around the room.  “This isn’t professional at all.”

              Summer tossed the table to the side.  “You are just going to let me swell into a big helpless blueberry?  Is that what you are saying?”  She moaned.  “Though I guess that would be wonderful in its own right.  My body becoming big and round.”  She giggled.

              Victoria shook her head.  “I can’t just let you become a giant human blueberry.”  She stood up.  “I don’t care what happens.  I took an oath to help my patients.  Now tell me what I have to do.”

              Summer moaned.  “Get these fucking tight close off my berry body.”  She licked her lips.  “A blueberry like me doesn’t need them.”

              Victoria took a deep breath.  “Umm, okay.”  She slowly worked on Summer’s shirt.  “Is this making you feel better?”

              Summer moaned.  “Oh god.  Yes.  Yes!!!”  Summer pulled Victoria close after the woman pulled off her shirt, squishing her against her body.  “Oh fuck yes.  Yes!”

              Victoria squirmed.  “Ugh.  You are so. . . squishy.”  She gulped as Summer’s bra popped off and blueberry juice poured onto her body.  “So squishy and full of juice.”

              “Ughhh. . .”  Summer’s eyes turned bright blue.  “I am a big ole blueberry.”  Her arms became thick with blueberry juice.  “I. . . ugh, the juice is taking over.”  Her pants began to stretch.”

              “Maybe you should try resisting it.”  Victoria looked down, her eyes widening in amazement as she noticed just how round Summer’s waistline had become.  She really was looking like a squishy blueberry.  “How are your jeans holding your body together?”

              Summer moaned as her legs surged with juice, only held in place by her jeans.  “I. . . feel like I am going to burst.”  First, her shoes were snapped apart by her juicy feet.  Then, slowly, her pants were ripped apart before exploding, knocking Victoria to the ground as Summer wobbled about like a top.  “Whohhhhh!”  She moaned as she rubbed her big round body with her puddy-like hands.  “I can’t feel my legs.”

              “You don’t have legs anymore.”  Victoria made her way to her feet.  “I have never seen anything like this.  How are you. . . how do you get back to normal?”  her eyes widened as she watched Summer’s juicy pussy widen and widen.  “Holy crap.”

              “I. . . someone has to juice me.”

              Sweat dripped down the back of Victoria’s neck.  “Juice you?”

              Summer nodded her head.  “Yes.  My last therapist helped a lot with that, and we worked on strategies to keep this from happening.”  She moaned.  “Or ways that I could juice myself.  OHHHHHHH!”  Blueberry juice leaked out of her nipples as her boobs grew to the size of massive beach balls on her chest.  Her arms were being forced to her side by the second as her cheeks puffed outward with blueberry juice.  “But I didn’t want to pleasure myself in front of you.  I am going to become a massive, helpless blueberry.  I don’t want to get you fired.”

              Victoria gulped.  “Umm, so you are saying?”

              “I need to have a juicy time to have the swelling stop.”  Summer took a deep breath as blueberry juice dripped down the back of her neck.  “And to do that, I. . . need. . . a proper juicing.” She looked down at her breasts and pussy.  “Please.”

              Victoria took a deep breath.  “Okay, but this is just so you don’t have to go somewhere like the hospital.”  She held up her finger.  “And you won’t be telling anyone.  I don’t want to end up like Doctor Morine.”  She walked over and rubbed Summer’s breasts.  “How does this make you feel?”

              “Harder.”  Victoria did as she was told, pressing her hands against Summer’s beach ball-sized boobs and making circular motions.  “Oh god.  I am a big dirty blueberry.”

              “Yes, you are.  You need a juicing, you dirty blueberry.”  Summer looked at her in surprise.  “What?  I enjoy kinky stuff.”  She pressed her body against her blueberry patient.  “Now then, my dear.  You are going to be juiced, and it will be the most enjoyable time of your life.”  She pressed her lips against Summer’s right nipple, sucking out some of her juices.”

              “Oh fuck.  Oh god.  Ughhhh.  Ughhhhhh!”

              “Yes.  Let it go.  Juice for me.  Juice for me, my dear.”  Summer’s body began to bubble widely, her body heating up.  “Come on.  You can do it.”  Victoria rubbed her tenderly as she rolled Summer down for a kiss.  “You know you want to.”

              “Ohh fuck.”  An orgasm began to rock her body.  “I can’t take it.”  Juice leaked out of her nipples as her body bounced about.  As Victoria continued to work her breasts, more juice seeped from her pussy, a massive smile forming on her face.  “Yes, yes, yes, yes.  I am a dirty fucking blueberry.  Such a dirty fucking blueberry.”  Her body turned bright purple.  “Oh god.  Oh god.  Oh god.  Fucking hell.”

              Victoria took a step back.  “Are you good?”

              Summer took a deep breath as the orgasm began to fade, her hands patting the side of her body.  “I think so.”  She smiled at Victoria.  “Thank you.  I should begin to slowly return to my normal self.  It should only take a few hours.”

              “A FEW HOURS?”

              “If you don’t mind rolling me out the back door and to my house.”  She giggled.  “Please.”

              Victoria pressed her hands against Summer’s body.  “This is going to be much more work than I thought.  We will get through this, but wow.”  She moaned as she rolled the giant blueberry woman.  “I never thought I would meet someone like you.”

              “Isn’t it wonderful?”

              Victoria laughed.  “I guess so.”