Berry Airlines rough draft

When I get to work tomorrow I am going to rework a bit of the story as I don't like where I left off but this is what I was working on today.

Berry Airlines.

“Are you sure I can’t come with you?” Landon rubbed Christen’s shoulders. “California is such a long ways away. I am going to miss my lovely blueberry.”

Christen kissed him feeling her juices bubble as their lips touched. “And I am going to miss you. But Linda just wanted us to go. Apparently there is some so called blueberry virus going on over there and while we believe the siuation is comeptly blown out of propotion by the media it might still be safe for you to stay here.” She grabbed his cheek. “We only want one of us to be a cute blueberry now don’t we?”

“I mean it might be more fun if we were both juicy.”

She put her hands on her hips. “No way. I have my hands full working with two blueberries at my job and the juicing that comes with it. I don’t know what would happen if you were one as well. Espcially if we. . .” She gulped. “Oh my god if we did it we would swell so much.”

“So?” Landon laughed. “You say that like it is a bad thing.”

He cheeks turned bright blue. “But who would juice us? You don’t think these things through Landon. You just—”

He put his hand to her lips. “And you overthink. My dear blueberry we would work them out.” He kissed her. “Now go. You don’t want to be late meeting up with your co-wokers for the flight now do you?”

“Oh right.” She blushed. “I will miss you so much.”

Christen grabbed her bags, her juicy curvy figure wobbling about as she made her way towards the door. “Same. I will try and call you when we arrive.” She smiled before walking out the door. The air outside was chilly but her blueberry body kept her warm. In fact she perfed it a bit colder. Landon had told her to wear a coat but she decided to leave it in the house. Yes she was a bit cold but no where near as much as she was when she was still fully human. She quickly walked across the lawn and unlocked her car, tossing her bags into the back. “Okay let’s see.” She pulled her phone out from her pocket. “Where did Linda want to meet?”

Christen arched an eyebrow. “Wait why does she want to meet at that old abandoned airfield. She does know we are going to Calforina right?” She shook her head. “I hope Linda knows what she is doing.”

***

Linda paced back and forth as she waited for Christen and Rachel to arrive. “Where the hell are they? I told them to be here by now.” She looked up at the strange looking airplane with unsual curves. “Ughh fuck I don’t know about this.” She sighed. “But what choice do I have? I couldn’t get us tickets. Not with the blueberry virus scare going on.” She ran her hands through her blue hair. “No one would dare take us on as passangers. Just when I think things are getting better this stupid blueberry virus!”

Linda kicked at a small patch of dirt. “But not just that. I get a call in the middle of the night telling me to come here and now I find this strange plane. And when I go and check it out I hear a strange voice trying to talk to me. I. . .” She threw her arms up, her juices bubbling inside of her. “I need the others to get here before I have a juice attack. This is just too much for me. Ahhhh!”

Linda turned her attention as an SUV pulled into the airfield. She let out a sigh of relief as Christen parked her vehicle and stepped out, waving her blue hand. “Hey Linda. I hope I am not too late. I took some extra time to spend with Landon.”

Linda smiled. “Of course not darling. We are still waiting on Rachel.”

Christen set her bags down in the grass. “This is a bit of a strange place to catch a flight.” She scratched at her round curvy hips. “If it wasn’t for the odd looking plane I would almost think this was an—”

“An abanonded airfield? Yes it is.” Linda snorted as she looked at the strange aircraft. “Huh I almost feel like someone is playing a joke on us.”

“What?”

“Huh nothing. I will explain everything when Rachel arrives.” She put her hand on Christen’s shoulder. “For now just try and relax. Try and do better than I am.”

Christen raised an eyebrow. “Is it just me or are your hips slightly wider than normal?”

Linda’s eyes flared with rage. “They are not! I have my juices under control! I am not stressed out or anything.” She took a deep breath, feeling her boobs bubble with blueberry juice. “I am sorry darling. I guess I am stressed out.” Linda took a deep breath. “I hope Rachel gets here soon so I can explain this whole mess.”

“Why do we have to wait? Why can’t you just tell me what is going on?”

Linda sighed. “Because I am afraid if I have to talk about it more than once I will swell out of control.” She snorted. “You just won’t believe this nonsense.”

A bright red car suddenly swerved into the small airfield. The two blueberry ladies blinked their eyes, taking a few steps back as dirt and debirs flew about in the air. A few moments later the door swung open, blueberry juice dripping out as Rachel stumbled outward. “Hi.” She giggled, her frame swollen like a marshmellow. “I had a bit of a. . . juicy accident coming over. Heheheh. But I have everything under control.” Blueberry juice squirted out from her nipples. “It just felt soo good to have my juicy skin press against the steering wheel. Oh good. I am good. I am good. You don’t have to juice me again. I promise.”

Linda sighed. “Are you sure?”

Rachel nodded her head. “I am going to be good. I practiced all week on controlling my juicy urges.” She giggled.

Linda rubbed her forehead. “I hope so Rachel.” She took a deep breath as she put her hands on her hips. “Okay you two. So I am guessing you both are wondering why we are here in this. . . particular airfield with no one else around.”

Christen nodded her head. “Yes. I was trying to get that question answered.”

Rachel looked around. “Umm ya it is a bit odd. I thought we were flying to California Linda.”

“Well the airlines don’t want blueberries on their flight with a virus on the west coast. Apparently until they figure things out we are on a no flight list.”

Rachel gulped. “What? Then how are we going to get there?”

Linda pointed at the plane behind them. “That. Or at least I think. There is something off about that plane.” She shook her head. “Someone called me to come here in the middle of the night last night. I think they were drunk, horny. I have no idea. But when I arrived I saw that deserated plane. I checked it out when I got here. Not a living soul aboard. I was about to leave when something talked to me.”

Chrsiten laughed. “I think you are going crazy Linda.”

“Want to prove me wrong Christen? Let’s go on board and see who is lying. Unless you are scared my dear.”

Christen put her hands on her hips. “I am not scared. Let’s go and figure this craziness out!”

The three ladies made their way up to the strange looking plane. Linda still was a bit freaked out by the fact that it had a strange feminine figure, almost as if part of the cabin had breasts. A stairway was still waiting for them, leaing up to the plane’s intior. Linda lead the way, walking into the massive arial vehicle first. Rachel was squeezed in second and Christen waddled in third.

Once they were inside the door slammed shut. “Hey!” Christen gulped. “Okay this is creepy.”

The plane suddenly shuddered and a metallic voice seemed to vibrate out from the speakers. “Hello I am so happy that you all came. I know that this is a bit akward but I am here to fly you all to California!”

Linda put her hands on her hips. “Who? There is no one on this bucket besides us! I triple checked eailer! Tell us who you are now!”

“Umm that might be a bit. . . complicated. Let’s just say I am an old friend who is in a bit of a. . . transformative pickle. But I am more than capable of flying you to your desnation. My fuel tank is full and now that you are on board we can take off.”

Christen looked around. “Wait. What do you mean by transformative siuation?”

“Umm. . .” The plan shuddered again. “Would you believe me if the plane was me? Tess?”

The three blueberry ladies looked at each other before Linda finnaly said. “You have to think we are a bunch of—”

Rachel giggled. “I believe you.” Linda’s jaw dropped. “I mean we are blueberries and I have seen some other weird stuff in my time. I don’t think people turning into planes is that far off.”

Christen shrugged. “She has a point.”

Linda crossed her arms. “Okay miss Tess. So what do you want us to do exactly?”

“Just sit down and enjoy the ride. I will take care of everything. Free of chage.”

Rachel giggled as she walked towards one of the seats. “You don’t have to tell this blueberry twice. I am dying to get off my feet.” She jiggled her body. “I feel so full and heavy it is a pain to stand up.”

Christen laughed. “Well maybe you should be practing more at self juice control. Then you wouldn’t be so heavy all the time.” She followed after Rachel for a moment before looking back at Linda. “Hey are you coming? We got our flight. Aren’t you happy?”

“Umm ya. Right.” Linda sighed. “We are finnaly going to California. Great.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. Nothing.” I umm. . . if it’s okay I am going to sit in another part of the plane. You can watch over Rachel right?”

“I guess. Why?”

“I just want to get some rest this is all.” Linda snorted as she walked down the hallway. “Do I really need a reason? Now please this is going to be a long flight and I don’t’ want to be distrupbed.” She opend the door leading to the next compartment. “Have a good flight.”

“Umm. You too.”

Linda let out a sigh as she walked away. She didn’t want to tell the other girls that she was terrified of flying and she especially didn’t want to let them see her possibly swell up. She was afraid that might happen to her on this flight. The stress causing her juices to flood her system like an out of control storm. She had been so carful for years that they looked to her for support. What would happen if she was the one who lost control? If she was the one who gave into her stress or her lust? Espcially because she tended to try and calm herself down by pleasuring herself. It was a strange method but it worked before she had turned into a blueberry.

As she buckled herself into her set, the belt pressing tightly against her blue skin she couldn’t help but think the next few hours were going to be very, very juicy for her. Hell even when this living plane took off she was probably going to have blueberry juice flood her system if she wasn’t at the peek of her control. “You can do this Linda. You put up with the person who sought to cure blueberries for over a decade of your life. You have put up person after person telling you that being a blueberry is such a horid thing or that you should be nothing more than their juicing outlet to sell blueberry juice. A little flight shouldn’t be that hard for you. You got this!” The engires started and she griped her seat, the juices inside her belly bubbling. “You should hopuflly have this?”

Tess’s metallic voice came over the speakers. “Okay my berry friends. The skies today are wonderful and it should only take us a few hours to reach our destianation. I sadly did not transform with any movies or such but I can play music so please enjoy.”

Linda gripped her seat as the plane gathered speed. “Keep calm. Keep calm.” Gurrgle. She closed her eyes. “Why did I agree to this!” The plane knocked over the rusted gates and coutuined on it’s way before slowly taking off into the air. “I hate this!”

As the plane rose into the air Linda looked around, her face bright blue. “I made a mistake.” The belt around her tighted. “Big mistke. Big mistake!” Gurrgle. Blort. She gulped. “I need to calm down. I am. . . starting to swell.” She gulped. “But the only way I can calm down is. . .” She moaned as her belly pressed against the belt, her juices starting to rage out of control. “Oh god!”

Linda moaned, giving into her urges. If she was going to swell she would rather be happy than scared. She squeezed her boobs, causing blueberry juice to squirt onto the floor. “I. . . love this!” Her moans echoed through the cabin as the belt around her waistline snapped, her waistline quickly swelling out of control.

***

Christen sighed as she watched the birds fly outside the window. “So this is what flying is like.”

Rachel put her seat back, her squishy folds falling into the nerby seat. “Ya. I used to fly all over the place in my last job. It is so very wonderful.”

“You did?”

“Yup.” She stretched out her swollen legs. “I worked for this weird business man who wanted me to go all over the country. He would never really say what documents I was getting for him but the trips were nice. It was like getting free vacations.” She giggled. “And he even paid for it all. Well until I swelled into a blueberry that is. Then he go so very, very pissed.”

Tess’s voice came over the speakers. “I hope you two are enjoying your flight so far.”

Rachel smiled. “You are a very good flyer my dear.”

“Thank you. But umm you might want to check on your friend. I can feel her swelling by the second. She is. . . umm getting heavy in what was umm. . . I am not going to say. It feels good but. . .”

Christen shook her head. “Wait. Linda is swelling? Linda never let’s her blueberry juice get the best of her.”

Rachel nodded her head. “I know right. That berry is the standard that all berries should go by.” She looked around. “So umm is there food or anything like that on this flight?”

The plane suddenly shuddered. “She is really getting heavy. I am having a hard time keeping aloft.”

Christen jumped to her feet. “Rachel. We are slowly falling.” She dashed over to her more swollen friend. “We have to go and see what is going on.”

“But what if our piolet is pulling a prank on us? I think Linda wants her me time.”

Christen pulled Rachel to her feet. “Let’s go Rachel!” She groaned as she pulled the bigger berry woman to her feet. “We don’t leave a fellow blueberry in need to their fate. Now let’s go and see what is happening to Linda.”

“Okay, okay.” Rachel sighed as she stood up. “But I still think she is fine and our lovely pilot is pranking us.” She snorted as she pressed her arms against her blue skin. “I was just confmy too. You know how hard it is to get comftable with all of this excess juice?”

“Rachel I have been much, much bigger than you are right now. Don’t talk to me until you have been big enough to fill up more than entire room.” Christen slapped Rachel on the butt. “You don’t know what it’s like to be unable to use your legs.”

“I had that happen. For like all of two minutes.” She sighed. “Okay.”

As they made their way towards the compartment where Linda has been staying Christen found the door was jammed shut. “Huh?” She maoned as she tried to pull the door open. “Tess this isn’t funny. Open the door.”

Tess’s metallic voice filled the air. “I am not the one keeping that door closed.”

“Oh really. Am I too believe—”  Christen gasped as the door suddenly opend only for a giant blue wall to meet her. “Oh my god!”

Rachel giggled. “Look at all that blueberry juice.”

Christen poked the blue blob only to hear Linda’s sweet moan from the other side. “Dear god. What the hell? Linda how did you get pressed against the door like this?”

“I. . . I can’t. . . stand flying. So to avoid. . . stressing I. . . gave into the only other way. . . I. . .ohhhhhhh.”

“So you fucked yourself?”

“I needed to keep myself calmmmmmm. But I got big anways and rolled against the door. I ammmm a bit stuckkk. Ohhhhhhh.”

“We need to get in there and juice you.”

“Ohhhh yesss pleassseeeeee.”

Rachel giggled. “I have never heard her like this. She must really hate flying.”