Juicy Karren Justice

Juicy Karren Justice.

              “Look, ma’am, for the last time, we do not stock the item.  I don’t even think it exists.”  Adam rubbed his nose.  “Now, please, I have other things to do.  Shelves to stock, other customers to attend to.”

              The woman put her hands on her hips.  “Are you trying to talk back to me?  And are you raising your voice?  Are you trying to harass me?”

              “What?  No.  I am just explaining—”

              She pushed him with a bony finger.  “Look, I don’t enjoy coming down here and dealing with someone who is clearly incompetent at their job.  I can’t believe I have to explain to you again. I am looking for a specialty perfume.  The one in your television ad that has that wonderful blueberry scent and is supposed to be on sale.  So don’t give me the fucking crap that you don’t have it.”

              “But I was trying to—”

              “What?  Show how useless you are?” Adam shrank from her as she flipped her golden hair.  “Are you serious?  Who hired you?  You can’t even show me to the right department?  How is it that you haven’t been fired yet?  I want your manager right now.  He should be more competent than you!”

              “No, no.  I. . . I can show you where the perfume is.”  He gulped.  “It’s right this way.”

              Karren snorted.  “That is better.  It’s about time you had some backbone and did the right thing.”  She followed him.  “Now hurry up and show me where that perfume is before I give this store such a bad review that it will never recover.”

              He rolled his eyes.  “It is right around this corner.”

              She knocked him to the side.  “Finally.”  Karren grabbed the last bottle in sight.  “Good.  Now I will be going now.”

              “Hey, you have to pay for that.”

              She glared at him with a death stare.  “Oh, I don’t think so.  I read up on your store policy.  If a customer has been severely harassed by an employee, they will receive a product of their choice as compensation.”  She waved the bottle about in his face.  “And I think this is just perfect for the way you treated me today.”

              “You have to be kidding.”

              “See.  See how passive-aggressive you are.”  She used her finger to wipe just below her right eye.  “I am just so very hurt by your tone of voice.  I think I should bring it up with your manager.”

              “No, no.  Just take the stupid thing already.  Get out, get the fuck out.”  He crossed his arms and watched her go.  “Wait, you should know about. . .”  He caught himself, realizing that it was better not to tell her.  “Never mind.”  Adam grinned to himself.  “Enjoy your juicy perfume, miss.”

              “It’s about time you straightened up.  Humph.”  Karren turned the corner and out of sight.

              ***

              About an hour later, Karren stood in her apartment looking over her free perfume.  “Ugh, the things I have to put up with.”  She set the bottle down.  “Everyone in this world is a total idiot.  I swear I wish I could wake up one day and people were not slowly losing their brain cells.”  She snorted.  “Well, at least whoever made this is a genius.”  She tore off the instruction label, not noticing it contained a warning that the perfume had to be applied in a precise way.  If not used with one application and no food or water for an hour, there could be a risk of berrification.

              “Now then.  I have a social event to go to.”  She squirted the perfume on her face.  “This is going to make me stand out.”  She squirted herself again under her armpits.  “It is always important to make yourself know, to make yourself unique.  How else are you going to have all eyes on you?  How else are you going to get people interested in talking to you?  I need to have someone to eventually be my husband, after all.”  She snorted as she squirted herself again on the neck.  “That should be enough.”

              Karren walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water.  “Cheap ass spring water.”  She snorted as she unscrewed the cap and took a drink.  “I need to write down that this isn’t real spring water.  It tastes like crap.”  She snorted.  “Hell, it’s even making me sick.”  She threw the bottle back into the fridge as her belly rumbled.  “What kind of company decides to make water that just. . . ughh!”  Gurggle.  She wasn’t able to finish her statement as her belly bubbled.  “For fucks sake.”

              Karren narrowed her eyes as she marched upstairs.  “I don’t have time for this.  I have to get ready for that party.”  As she changed into her dress, her stomach seemed to settle down.  “Good.”  She walked to the mirror, doing a little twirl and letting her skirt dance around.  “Now, to have some fun.  Time to show what kind of lady I am.”  She smacked her booty.  “The boys will be all over me.”  She walked to her door.  “You got this, you got this.”

              Karren made her way to the elevator, jiggling her hips.  She made sure to be fashionably late.  She was the star of the show, after all.  Pressing the up button on the elevator, the door opened.  “Well, that is amazing.”  She stepped inside.  “I never have this luck.”  She pressed the button for the floor above.  “I can’t wait to see the looks on their faces when I walk in.”

              “Hey, Karren.  Hold the door for me!”  Charles hurried down the corridor.  “Please.  I am going to the—”

              “Sorry.  The elevator is full.”  She pushed the button to close the door.  “You have to wait.”

              “Hey!”  He slammed on the door.  “Karma is going to catch up with you!”

              She laughed.  “Sorry, but karma only affects people who deserve it.”  Gurrglle.  Her eyes twitched as the elevator began to move upward.  “What the hell was that?”  She looked around.  “It sounded like a roaring truck.”  She snorted, her belly feeling tight again.  “Ugh, come on, Karren.  You are not bloated.  There will be nothing wrong today.”  Gurrgle.  “You will be the star of the party.  Get it together.”  She didn’t notice her nose slowly turning bright blue.  “You can will this away.”  She took a deep breath.  “It is all just a state of mind.”

              The elevator door opened, and she hurried into the hallway, making her way toward her destination. “I almost didn’t find out about this party. It was as if they were trying to keep it from me.”  She opened the door to Larry’s apartment, and everyone gasped.

              Larry set down his bottle of beer.  “Karren.  You made it.”

              A woman named Irien giggled.  “Look at her face.  Maybe Karren finally lightened up.”

              Karren sneered and imminently walked over to Irien.  “What does that mean?”  More of Karren’s face turned blue.  “Do you think my face looks funny?”  Her eyes turned blue.

              “Why yes, I do.”

              Gurrlge.  Karren snorted, the pressure in her belly increasing.  “What is happening!”  She tapped her finger against Irien.  “Now look here.  I am not a joke.”  Her finger slowly turned blue.  “I want you to take your insult back imminently.”

              Larry walked over.  “Now, now, Karren.  There is no need to get defensive.  Have some beer.  It might wash your new makeup away.  I think the stress is causing it to really bleed through your skin.”

              Her blue eyes flashed with anger.  “What the hell are you implying?”  More of her skin turned blue, her entire torso now looking as if she had been drenched with the color of the sky.  “I don’t have any makeup on.  I don’t need it.”  Blort.  Karren blinked her eyes, her stomach feeling as if it lurched about.  “Ugh, what the hell?  That was so intense.” 

              She finally looked down at her hands, noticing that both of them and her legs were blue.  “Ahhh!”  She stepped backward.  “What the hell did you all do to me?”  She pointed around the room.  “You assholes.  You spiked something, didn’t you?”

              Larry crossed his arms.  “You haven’t even had anything here yet.”

              Irien giggled.  “This is too funny.”

              “This is all. . . all. . .”  Gurrgle.  Blort.  Karren moaned as her belly suddenly shot out a good five inches, her dress pressing tightly against her body.  “Ughh.”  Her cheeks turned bright red as all eyes were on her, and people started to giggle.  “Stop it.”  Her hips began to swell.  “Stop it.”

              “She smells like blueberries.”

              “I think she is one.”

              Karren screamed.  “I am not a blueberry!”  She moaned.  Blort.  Her ass suddenly swelled, almost causing her waistline to grow an entire foot.  She struggled to keep her body stable, stumbling about as she felt her new weight forced into her body.  “Ughh.”  She moaned, feeling something slosh about inside of her.  As her hands rubbed her sides, she realized that what the idiots around her were saying was right.  “That is juice.  I. . . I am turning into a blueberry.”  Karren gulped.  “I have to get out of here!”

              But it was hard to move with all that juice flowing through her and the added weight.  Just lifting one leg was a feat within itself, her pants tearing apart at the seams as she did so.  “Don’t look at me!”  She tried to cover her massive hips, more and more blue skin showing by the second.  “Stop looking at me.”

              Larry laughed.  “But it’s funny.”

              Irine walked up and slapped Karren on her swelling backside.  “Yeah.  This couldn’t of happened to a more deserving person.”

              “What the hell does that mean?”  Karren snorted as she felt juice surge into her legs.  “Ugh, no.”  She looked down, her feet vanishing from view.  “Stop it. Juice, you will stop filling me up!”

              Larry turned around.  “Okay, who wants to take bets on how big she will get?”

              A man named Terence raised his hands.  “I say five feet wide.”

              Karren’s eyes widened.  “What?”

              Heather smiled.  “I say her butt will become so huge the rest of her can’t keep up.”

              Karren twisted around, wobbling on her thickening thighs.  “Stop it!  I am not a game.”  She pointed at them as her fingers filled with juice.  “This is absurd.  You all should be filling with juice, not me!”

              Irien smiled.  “I say she becomes as round as a blueberry and seven feet round.  All the way round.”

              Karren gulped.  “I better not.”

              “You better so!”

              “I am sick of this.  I am getting out of here!”  Blort.  Shrripppppp!  Karren’s pants suddenly ripped as her legs became even thicker and juicy, causing her to do the splits before falling backward. “Ahhhhh!”  She landed on her massive ass, her shirt ripping apart along with her skirt.  “Help!  Help you jerks.  I can’t get up!”  Her squishy arms flailed about.  “You can’t just stand there.”  Her breasts became bigger by the second as her chest filled with juice, pushing her boobs upward and against her face.  “I am warning you.”

              Irien stepped forward, pressing her hands against Karren’s chest.  “What are you going to do?”

              Karren moaned.  “I will. . . I will. . .”  Her arms shrank into her body, and she could no longer feel her legs.  “I am going to make you pay.  You can’t do this to someone who is turning into a blueberry.”  She would have pointed them in a juicy rage, but her arms were becoming tiny nobs, her hands thrashing about at the sides of her body.  “I have rights.  There must be a blueberry code of conduct that you have to abide by.”

              Larry walked behind her, his hands rubbing against her back.  “Yeah, right.  You are at our mercy.”

              “Let’s roll her.”

              Irien rubbed Karren’s massive, juicy breasts.  “Yeah.  She is the berry girl, and we have to take her to the juicing room.  Just like in the movie.”

              “What!”  Karren’s eyes widened.  “You wouldn’t dare.”

              Larry laughed.  “Wouldn’t we?”  They all began to roll her into the next room as they sang a song.  “What do you get when you are a brat.”

              “It is such a juicy fate.”

              Karren’s head thrashed about.  “You aren’t even singing it right.”  Her body continued to swell, becoming almost six feet round.  “Stop it.  Stop it this instant.  I command you.”

              “Such a commanding voice.”

              “Now fated to be an immobile fruit.”

              “Ughhhhh!”

              Irien laughed.  “Okay, okay.  Let’s see.  How can we juice her.”  She waved her finger.  “But not too much.  We don’t want her to come back to just try and command us.  I think keeping her here would be fitting.”  She slapped Karren’s ass.  “She should be in her fruity fate forever.”

              Larry laughed.  “I say we all push on her body from different angles.”  Everyone nodded their head.  “We can force some juice out.”

              Karren snorted.  “No!”

              Irien laughed as they all put their hands on Karren’s body.  “One, two, three push!”

              Karren moaned as the juice inside her body was forced towards her breasts, her boobs swelling.  “Ughhh.  Stop it. . .”  She moaned as her nipples hardened.  “You are going to make me burst!”

              “Keep it up!”  Larry laughed.  “I think it’s going to work!”

              Suddenly, juice shot out of Karren’s nipples and squirted all over one of the young gentlemen.  He laughed as more and more poured onto him.  “Stop it!”  Karren moaned, the sensation causing her body to heat up.  “I am not. . . I am not a plaything.”  Her eyes drifted into her sockets.  “I am not a juicy blueberry for you too. . . to. . . stop!”

              Irien laughed.  “Okay, that is enough.  I think our berry lady should have some time to rest.  After all, we are going to keep her this way.  She needs to grow again before we juice her.”  Irien rubbed Karren’s right breast.  “Over and over and over.”

              Karren snorted. “I will get you all back,” she moaned. This isn’t the end of this.”

              They all laughed as they walked to the door.  “Sure.  I am sure a blueberry like you will get us back.  You enjoy your new life, Karren.”  Larry smiled.  “And yes.  Karma has come for you.”