To Cure or not to Cure

To Cure or not to Cure.

              Larry looked at his watch.  “I can’t believe I arrived so early in the morning.  I need to find a hotel and fast.”  He looked back and forth.  “Before that bitch Olivia catches up with me.  She already turned someone into a blueberry to try and blackmail me to go back home.”  He formed his hand into a fist.  “But I won’t.  I will cure this virus no matter what it takes!”

              “Oh, Larry!”

              He gulped.  “Fuck how did she get here so fast?”  He ran out of the airport.  “I can’t let her find me.  She will turn someone else into a giant blueberry, someone else I will have to just cure later.”  Larry snorted.  “I really should have just done this from the start.  I don’t give a damn what Red will do.  I. . .”

              He stood in the middle of the street, his arms trembling.  He could see multiple blueberry women walking up towards him, but only one of them mattered; only one of them caused his blood to boil.  “You!”  His hands became tightly clenched fists.  “You fucking bitch!”

              ***

              Linda’s eyes widened as she saw her ex-husband rush towards her.  “You have got to be kidding me.”

              Christen gasped.  “Who the hell is this?”

              Larry pushed his bony finger against Linda’s chest.  “You have some nerve being here.  Are you the one responsible for this virus, Linda?”

              She put her hands on her hips.  “You would think that, wouldn’t you, Larry.  But if I remember correctly, I became the first blueberry woman thanks to our combined efforts.  And you loved my new frame and look at first.”

              The other girls looked at each other.  “This is Larry?”  Rachel asked.

              Christen narrowed her eyes.  “This is the man you have been telling us about that is on a one man’s crusade to purify us?”

              Larry snarled at them.  “What you have is a disease.  You need to be cured.”

              Landon took a step forward.  “They are beautiful as they are, you weirdo.”

              Linda took a deep breath, her anger rising within her.  “Now, now.  My ex-husband is an idiot, but we need him.”  She pointed at Nora.  “You have seen how the people afflicted with the virus can act.  We need to figure out a way to help them with their symptoms, and he knows more about this than anyone.”

              Larry laughed.  “Help them?  I came here to cure the city.  You haven’t changed a bit.  You still want me to make it so you can live a peaceful blueberry life.  That just won’t happen.  You are going back to normal, and that is that.”  He pointed at everyone.  “All of you.  I am going to fix my mistake!”

              Linda shook her arms while feeling her body bubble. “You can’t seriously feel like this is a mistake.”  She pointed at all of the other girls as her belly slowly filled with juice.  “I mean, look at us.  We are all happy.”

              Mandy held up her hand.  “Umm, I am not happy.  I don’t exactly like this.”

              “Quiet.  I am making a point.”  Her boobs doubled in size, blueberry juice squirting out of them.  “Christen, Rachel, and I have loved our bodies so much.  The juice flowing through us and. . .”  She moaned.  “Oh god.”

              Larry crossed his arms.  “If I cured you right now, you wouldn’t have to deal with this little swelling scenario you are going through right now.  I remember telling you this once a long time ago, but no.  You had to be a proud blueberry, even when you grew to be almost fifteen feet tall.”

              She pointed a swollen, juice-filled arm at him.  “You are the one who became embarrassed by me and stopped wanting to touch me!  What happened to the man who enjoyed me becoming big and blue.  Oh no, Linda is getting upset again, and her hips are becoming wide.  I should talk about curing her.”  She slammed her leg down as it became thicker and thicker.  “You are just so. . . so. . .”  She moaned. “Ugh .. . I. .. can’t. . . control. .. the juices.”

              Nora rubbed her hands together.  “You fake berries sure know how to have your own brand of fun.  Swelling when getting pissed?  Why that is so very interesting.”

              As Nora took a step forward, Rachel grabbed the woman by the arm.  “Where do you think you are going?”

              “Why, I just wanted to encourage our new swelling fake blueberry to have some fun.  She seems anxious.”  Nora looked at Linda’s dripping-wet breasts.  “I am sure I can find some way to relieve her stress.”

              “Back away, you horny—”

              “It’s okay.  I am. . .”

              “Why Larry.  There you are.”  All eyes turned as Olivia rushed towards them.  “I didn’t know you had company.”

              Larry rubbed his finger against his nose.  “Oh, for fucks sake!”

              Olivia hurried to his side, putting her hand on his shoulders.  “And you found some lovely berry girls as well.”  She waved at Linda.  “Hiya.  Are you with Red’s Juicing Station, too?”

              Linda’s eyes widened, almost bursting out of their sockets.  “Red’s. . . Juicing. . . Station?”  Juice surged throughout her body, pumping through her veins like water was pumped into a fresh swimming pool.  Her already bloated belly exploded, and her thick thighs split apart.  “Ahhhhhhh!”  Her breasts bounced about on her expanding chest before sitting on her massive blue round body, her limbs sinking into her skin.  “You fucking bitch!”

              Olivia snorted.  “Well, that is rude.  I have never seen anyone so big and blue like you so mean.  Usually, our berry girls are in their happiest state when they get to be your size.  Are you sick?”

              Linda slowly rolled about as she filled with blueberry juice.  “Larry!”  She pointed her hand at him.  “What are you doing?  Why does this berry harlot know you?”

              He rubbed his forehead.  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

              “Oh, come on.  You are the chief researcher for Red.  Don’t be shy.”

              “I. . . I. . . whohh!”  Linda would have fallen backward if not for Christen and Rachel catching her.

              “Linda, calm the fuck down.”  Christen gulped as she tried to support her friend’s weight.  “You are getting so fucking heavy.”

              Rachel nodded her head.  “Yeah.  For all the damn times you tell us to keep calm, and now you are raging and swelling out of control.”

              Linda took a deep breath, trying to control her juices and prevent her swelling from getting any bigger. “Look, Larry, we need your help, but you need to agree that you will actually help us and listen to us.”  She snorted. “Do you hear me?”

              He crossed his arms.  “What is in it for me?”

              Christen looked around Linda’s massive frame.  “Well, for one, if you don’t help us, I will work with Olivia here to tell Red where you are.”

              Olivia rubbed her hands together.  “Oh, I would just adore that.” 

              Larry gulped.  “Ugh, fine.  What the fuck ever.”  He turned his head.  “All you blueberry girls are alike.  So quick to blackmail.”  He took a deep breath and crossed his arms.  “What do you even want from me then?”

              Linda took a deep breath.  “For starters, I want you to promise you won’t lay a finger on me, Christen, or Rachel.”

              He threw his hands in the air.  “Whatever!”

              Linda did her best to point at Nora.  “See her.  She is the one with the virus.  We need to study her and figure out why her strain of being a blueberry girl is so contagious and to help reign in her urges.  Nora, you explain it.”

              Nora shrugged.  “Why?”

              Christen snorted.  “Because you fucking jumped me and juice me when we first met.”

              Nora laughed.  “Oh, that.  Well, I needed to be juiced before I swelled up too big.  It was getting to be that time.”

              Larry’s eyes widened.  “What?”

              “Well, us true blueberry girls just slowly fill more and more with juice as we become more and more plant-like.  And well, we need to be pleasured to stay. . . somewhat human.”  She moaned.  “Just thinking about it and. . . juicing is making me. . . ohhh.”  Her eyes flashed blue.  “I. . .”  She looked at Larry.  “You do want to juice me, don’t you?”

              “No.”  He tapped his fingers against his chin.  “Though you all are right.  I haven’t encountered anyone like this before.  Hmm.  But if I am going to test this, I am going to have to see her in her raw blueberry state.”

              Linda snorted.  “What does that mean?”

              Larry crossed his arms.  “I need to watch her swell up and experiment on her.”

              Blueberry juice squirted out of Linda’s nipples in a rage.  “You can’t do that!”

              Nora took a step forward, licking her lips.  “He can do whatever he wants to me.”

              Larry looked up at Linda.  “You want me to help, don’t you?  I am not going to do much; I just need some skin and juice samples.  We just need to wait for a scenario for her to juice up.  If I am going to get to the bottom of this virus, I need to have these samples.”

              Nora moaned.  “I. . . I don’t think you have to wait long.”  Larry gulped.  “Now come here, big boy.  Let me juice all over you.”

              “Oh fuck.”