Clinical Juicing

Clinical Juicing.

Summer sat patiently in the doctor’s office, watching the time tick away. This was her first time coming to therapy, and she didn’t know what to think, but Summer didn’t know where else to turn. She had a very serious problem that she couldn’t just solve on her own.

Hopefully, doctor Morine would be able to help her.

“Summer?” A tall young man opened the door. “The doctor is ready for you.”

She stood up and rubbed her hands against her skirt. “Okay, you can do this. It is just a chat to discuss what is going on. Morine should know how to help and stop your. . . issue.” She gulped. “She is an expert, after all. Even if this is a bit weird.”

Summer followed the young man down a hallway and around a corner. “She is inside waiting for you.” He smiled. “Good luck, and please come to the front desk when you are done with your appointment.”

“Oh. Okay. Thank you.” She watched him walk away, tugging at her arm nervously.

“Just go in. There isn’t anything to be worried about.” She took a deep breath. “You can do this.” She wrapped her hands around the doorknob and slowly opened the oak door, the hinges creaking as she entered the room.

“Ahh, you must be Summer.” A young woman with long golden hair sat in a swivel chair. “I am Morine. Morine Grendrosn. Nice to meet you.” She pointed at a comfy-looking couch. “Please sit down.”

Summer closed the door behind her and slumped down onto the couch. “I umm. . . I.”

Morine smiled as she put her hands into her lap. “I know it can be a bit overwhelming to come to therapy, but I want you to know that everything that happens here will be one hundred percent confidential. You are safe here.” She picked up a pen and pad.

Summer took a deep breath. “Okay. But still, I don’t think even you will believe me. It is just too. . . outlandish.”

“Maybe you should just start by telling me what it is. I can’t help you until you do.”

Summer looked out the window. “Well, sometimes I get this pressure in my chest. It just is like. . . a warm, bubbly feeling that I can’t control.”

Morine crossed her legs. “Hmm. Have you maybe considered you might be experiencing feelings of love? It is a perfectly normal feeling that you shouldn’t be—”

Summer’s face turned bright red. “I think I would know what love is.” She tapped her fingers together. “This is something completely different, doctor. It’s. . .” She moaned.

“Oh god, I think I can feel it coming on.”

“Are you saying you are attracted to me? Or is there something about me that turns you on?”

“No!” She gulped. “I. . . I just turn blue sometimes.” Morine’s eyes widened. “And my body swells. I. . . I think there is something wrong with me, and I don’t know what to do.”

Morine took a deep breath. “Okay. You think you turn blue?” Summer nodded her head. “Well, it sounds like this bubbly feeling you experience in your chest is nothing more than anxiety over a delusion.”

“What? No! I have seen it happen. I even had a day a week ago where I was so big I couldn’t roll out of bed.” She giggled. “It sometimes even makes me a bit. . . honry.” Summer blushed. “In fact, the reason why I couldn’t roll out of bed was—”

“I think I know why you came here. You want help with dealing with this strange delusion.” Morine snorted. “Well, let’s see if we can’t get to the bottom of. . .” She dropped her pen, staring at Summer as her hand twitched mid-air.

“Doc? What is wrong? You seem a bit shocked.” Summer’s nose slowly turned bright blue. “Is everything okay?”

Morine reached down and picked up her pen. “Nothing. Nothing.” She gulped as Summer’s face slowly turned blue. “Now, when did your. . . delusions. . . start?”

“About a month ago. I had gone to a store, and they were selling weird gum.” She pulled at the collar of her jacket. “Ugh, I am getting a bit hot in here, and my chest is getting bubbly. How long is it going to take to fix this.”

“Therapy takes time.” Morine gulped as Summer blue skin snaked down her neck. “So, what was odd about the gum?”

“Well, it was so overwhelmingly juicy. After I had it, my skin turned blue, and I was sooo bloated.” She sighed. “You should have seen my ass. My tights could barely hold me.” Summer rubbed her butt with her now blue hands. “You have no idea what it is like to have your butt swell like that and ruin what should be elastic pants.”

“Oh, I can imagine.” Morine gripped her hands tightly around her pen.

“Oh, and my breasts. They almost tripled in size.”

“They did what?”

Summer nodded her head. “Ya. It’s crazy. I know. People kept telling me that the experience was all in my head, but it happened. And I keep turning blue every once in a while. It feels better every time.” She sighed. “And the more I like it, the bigger I get.” She sighed.

“Morine, I need help as I fear I might become a permanent blueberry.”

“Huh?” Morine realized she had zoned out a bit, distracted by Summer’s now completely blue body. “Oh, right. You are not crazy.”

Summer narrowed her eyes. “Are you listening to me?”

“Of course. It is my job to listen.”

Summer stood up. “I have seen that look before.” She looked down at her body. “Oh fuck! No. Not now.” She moaned. “I can’t be transforming now. I thought therapy would help.”

“I told you therapy is a long process. It takes time.”

Summer paced back and forth. “But I want to stop turning into a blueberry before I get too fixed on it. I might never turn back.” She looked at Morine. “Earlier this week I turned blue in my bed, and I was. . .” She moaned. “All that juice flowing through me. It made my pussy so wet. But as I enjoyed myself, I just swelled so much out of control. But it made me soo happy as well.” She giggled. “And so much juice dripping out of my pussy.”

“Umm. . .”

Summer shook her head. “Point is I can’t have this keep happening; otherwise, I might stay an immobile helpless. . . . oh so juicy blueberry.”

“Maybe you should calm down a little?” Morine gulped as Summer’s belly vibrated. “You are already blue. You don’t want to make things worse.”

Summer slowly sat down on the couch. “Yes. Maybe you are right. I don’t want to be a big juicy. . .” She moaned as her hand slipped into her pants. “Round blueberry. My ass being so curvy and wonderful.” She giggled. “But it is just so hard to. . . to. . .” Her hips started to expand, causing Morine to jump to her feet. “I don’t think I. . . can fight it any longer.”

“Holy fuck! This. . . I don’t think I can help with this.”

“But you have to.” Summer jumped to her feet and pressed her blue body against Morine, her hips and belly swelling against the therapist. “You need to give me tips and tricks to avoid these juicy urges. Like right now. What am I supposed to. . . ohhh. . . do?” Her boobs suddenly swelled almost an entire cup size, slamming against Morine.

“My area of expertise is in. . . relationships. Not how to deal with your inner blueberry.” Sweat beat down her neck. “Oh fuck, your boobs feel soo. . .” She gulped. “They feel so juicy.”

“I know, right? Wait, what?”

Morine laughed. “This is going to be very unprofessional of me but you look soo sexy.” She rubbed her finger against Summer’s barely contained right breast. “So ripe. I always wanted to. . .” Her cheeks turned bright red. “Wanted to have a giant blueberry of my very own.”

“But I came here to get my juicy urges under control.” She giggled as her belly rubbed against Morine. “Not to. . .”

Morine put her hands to Summer’s lips. “We can work on control later.” She whipped her hair about. “But right now, I have a ripening blueberry that needs my attention.” She pushed Summer towards the couch. “And I will make sure I help her grow just right.” She suddenly squeezed Summer’s right breast, causing the girl to cry out in glee.

“Ohh fuck!” She licked her lips as Morine jumped onto her body and spread her legs out. “I. . . I want to be your blueberry!”

“And you will.” Morine’s fingers tightened around Summer’s nipples. “But you aren’t quite ready yet.” She pressed down hard and twisted, causing Summers’s breasts to turn dark blue and blueberry juice to ooze out of her nipples as they swelled, ripping out of her blouse. “That is better.” She giggled as juice began to flood other parts of Summer’s body. “You are growing just fine.” Morine kissed Summer.

“Oh fuck. Ohhhhh.” Her ass pushed them up on the couch. “I have. . . never felt this much juice before.” She looked up at Morine. “I don’t know if I will be able to contain it all.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself. You are a fine young blueberry. You can do many things you set your mind to.” She pinched Summers’s ass. “Now, let’s get nice, big, and round. When you are ripe, I have a reward for you.”

“Yess. . . ma’am.” Summer moaned as her swelling, squishy body tore at her clothing. Her leggings struggled to contain her thick thighs and round ass as she ballooned outward. Buttons popped off her by the second as her blouse ripped to shreds, her massive bean bag breasts holding Morine in place on her chest.

“Now, let’s do something about these clothes.” Morine smirked. “A blueberry shouldn’t have such things.” Morine used her feet to help tear off Summer’s leggings as she rubbed her body against Summer’s big round belly. “There, that is better.” She squeezed Summer’s backside with one hand and twisted a nipple with another. “Now, who is my big sexy blueberry?”

“I. . . ohh. . .” Summer gulped. “I am!” A surge of juice ran through her system, bouncing Morine up and down on Summer’s juicy body. “I am your big juicy blueberry.”

Morine laughed. “Wow, you really are getting ripe. Ripe and round. Whoah.”

She held onto Summer’s breasts as Summer’s big, round body rolled off the couch and onto the floor. “Such a big round blueberry.”

“Oh fuck. . .” She giggled as her limbs sank into her body. “I don’t think I am going to move for a while.”

Morine hugged Summer. “It’s fine.” She spun Summer so the young blueberry was facing the ceiling. “You are just perfect, my big blue ball of juice. Now I get to reward you for ripening up so perfectly.” She grabbed a fold and squeezed it as she climbed on top of Summer. “I hope you are ready.”

“I don’t know how you could make it today anymore—” Her eyes shot open as she felt Morine’s finger dance about in her big wet pussy. “Fuckkkkkkkkk.”

“Oh, does my blueberry like it?” As her left hand played about in Summers’s juicy pussy the right traveled up toward her boobs. “You are going to like this.” More squeezed down hard, causing blueberry juice to shoot out from the nipples.

“Ohhh yess. Yeess!” Summer bounced around. “Fuck yesss!”

Morine giggled as blueberry juice shot into her face. “Now, you don’t need to be so afraid. Being a big juicy ball is a beautiful thing.”

“IT ISSSS. IT ISSSSSS!”

Morine’s face turned blue, the blueberry juice now spreading through her body. “Are you going to come back for more juicy visits?”

“Oh, fcuk, yes.”

Morien kissed Summer, their boobs pressing against one another. “Then we will have to have more wonderful juicing’s.” She pressed her finger down hard into Summer’s pussy, causing the young lady to scream in ecstasy. Blueberry juice shot into the air out from Summer’s nipples, and Morine moaned. “That’s right, my blueberry. Ohhhh yes.” The two hugged each other in a juicy embrace. “That is so right.”

After a few lovely minutes of passionate resting, Summer looked up at Morien. “Did you mean what you said? That I should come back for these. . . sessions?”

Morien stood up, her body bright blue. “Yes.” She smiled. “I mean, we have to get this all under control. No matter what it takes.” She winked at Summer.