The Blueberry Master

The Blueberry Master.

Christen smiled as she adjusted the sign outside her new place of work. “Hmm, I think this is the start of something nice.” She put her hands on her juicy hips. “And I think The Juicy Side of Life has a nice ring to it. Linda will be proud.” She blinked her eyes as the door to the small business suddenly opened. “Huh? I don’t remember opening up this early.” She straightened her juice-soaked jacket and walked out into the front room. “Umm, I am sorry, but we are still closed.”

The man examining the merchandise was tall and lean, wearing a designer suit. Christen’s cheeks turned purple as she watched him giggle like a schoolgirl looking over the pictures of blueberry women. “Oh my god. This is just so. . . I love it so much.” He turned to look at Christen and her blueberry body, barely contained by her outfit. “Oh, and look at you!” He rushed forward, his hands dancing inches from her body.

“Your exquisite blue features.”

“Umm, who the hell are you? Did you not see that we are still closed?”

He sniffed her. “Ohh, and that heavenly smell.” He moaned. “Tell me, how did you come to be like this.” His fingers danced along her big, juicy breasts. “To be a big blueberry.”

Christen gulped. “Why should I tell you. Answer my question already, or I am going to call the police.”

The strange man composed himself. “Oh, I am so sorry. Where are my manners? I am Lester Handerson.” He held his hand out. “Of the Handerson estate.”

Christen had no idea who he was, only that the joker was full of himself. “Look, you can’t just come in here and. . .” Her eyes widened as he pulled out over a dozen hundred-dollar bills. “And. . .” Her entire body trembled.”

“I adore what you have done with the place. I am assuming your merchandise can cause people to become big and blue like yourself?”

Christen couldn’t take her eyes off the money. She had never seen so much in one place.

Without thinking, she just nodded her head.

“Good. Then I would like to buy some. I just adore blueberries, but it can be so very hard for me to. . .” He sighed as he rubbed himself against her body. “To acquire what I love.” He pressed himself against Christen’s squishy breasts. “It is such a shame.”

Christen wanted to protest, but Lester just waved the money back in her face. “Oh, that is a shame.”

“So, I want to test your products. I will pay generously, of course. And if I like it well, there is more where this came from.”

Christen wanted to tell the guy off. To tell him that she would never let her products be used to turn people into blueberries at the whim of some crazy guy like him.

But the money had a strange spell on her, and everything she wanted to say faded away. “I will get you what you want. Just hold on.” Her face turned bright purple as she turned around. “Fuck what am I doing?”

Christen returned a bit later with a box of blueberries. She narrowed her eyes at Lester. “Look, you can wave all the cash at me you want, but I will not give these out to you until I know what you want to use them for. We have standards here. We are trying to make sure people become blueberries because they want to because we are fed up with people using others. So can you—”

Lester giggled. “Oh, my blueberries with a heart.” He hugged Christen. “I just love you. I want to eat you up. Don’t worry darling. I will be extra safe. In fact.” He pulled out a few extra hundred-dollar bills. “There you are. Just for championing the blueberry cause. You know, one day, I think I will come down here and get to know you. I just want to know what makes you tick.” He sighed. “I mean, how is it that you are barely able to fit into that t-shirt of yours. Your breasts almost tearing through the seams.”

Christen sighed. “You are very observant, aren’t you.” Blort.  She could feel her juice levels rising as her annoyance with the man increased. “Oh no. Not now. I don’t need to start inflating now. It will just drive him nuts.”

Lester reached forward and grabbed the box of blueberries. “Well, thank you for your business miss. It has been a real pleasure. May we meet. . .” His eyes widened as he noticed her frame slowly expanding. “Oh my. . .” He wiped the sweat from his forehead. “So, I have so many questions. Are you doing this on your own or. . .”

Christen pointed at the door. “Out!” Juice poured out from her nipples. “Get out of my store now!” Shrripp. Her blue breasts tore through her t-shirt, bouncing and jiggling about. “I won’t say it again.” Blort. She could feel her hips tremble as the juices inside of her boiled. “You are not going to watch me swell up. You hear me!”

Lester laughed as he walked towards the door, the crate of blueberries in his hand. “No worries. I have what I want. May you have a juicy day, miss.” He bowed to her. “And may we meet again.”

Christen wobbled about, almost falling onto her back. “May we not!” She snorted as he left the building. “Fuck. I am really starting to swell. I am going to have to call Landon.” She turned around, feeling the juice rush down her legs. “Before I become too round to work. And this is the first day of my new business, too.”

***

Carien sighed as she parked her car in the mansion garage. “I wonder what the mistress has planned for me today.” She arched an eyebrow as she stepped out of her vehicle. “That is strange. I have never seen that car before.”

As she made her way across the garage, Dex approached her. “Good morning, Carien.”

“Good morning, Dex. I assume the mistress is waiting for me. I will go and get my outfit on.”

“The mistress is already out today. She won’t be back until noon.”

Carien sighed. “So, I have until then to do what I want or something?”

Dex shook his head. “No. Normally, I would send you to the mistress’s side. But today, the master is at home.”

“The master?”

He nodded his head. “Yes. And he wants to meet you. Even if the mistress isn’t happy about losing her favorite maid for the time being.”

“What?”

“Sorry, that isn’t important, and it was unprofessional of me to share. Go to your room and get your maid outfit on. Then meet with me in the dining room.” He turned around. “And I would say good luck. The master has very unique tastes.” Dex turned around and walked away.

Carien sighed and began to make her way to her quarters. This was the second time she had been warned about the mistress’s husband. She had no idea why people told her to be wary of him outside of the vague comment that he enjoyed blueberries. Carien didn’t get the big deal. She enjoyed many fruits. It couldn’t be worse than the mistress punishing her and causing her breasts to inflate like balloons.

When she reached her room, she found a surprise. A blueberry sitting on the bed with the instructions, Eat Me. She walked forward, scratching at her chin. “What is this?” She picked up the small berry. “I know this master guy likes blueberries, but seriously.” She sighed. “Ugh, but if I don’t do it, I am just going to be punished. Fuck. But it isn’t like I have my maid outfit on yet so. . .” She laughed. “How is he even going to know.”

She giggled and tossed the blueberry across the room. “For once, I have a choice.” Carien walked up to her dressed and pulled out her outfit. “Now then, let’s see here.” She quickly undressed, tossing her clothing onto the bed before sliding the skin-tight maid outfit onto her body. “Ugh, this thing still hugs my breasts like a vice.” She sighed. “Ok, time to go and see this master fellow.” She sighed. “I hope he is nicer than mistress Ashely.”

After getting dressed, Carien made her way to the dining hall. She expected to see Dex or the mysterious master, but as she entered the room, she was very much alone. “Hello?”

She looked back and forth as she entered the massive room, gold and silver chairs surrounding a gigantic twenty-five-foot table. “Anyone here? Dex? Master fellow?” She gulped.

“This is kind of creepy.”

Suddenly, a tall, lean man with silver hair strutted into the room. “Oh no, no, no. This won’t do at all.” His face was bright red. “I will have to demand a refund from those people immediately.”

Carien raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

“The blueberries! The blueberries, darling.” He pulled out a silver chair and sat in one. “I was given bad blueberries.” He put his head in his right hand. “Whatever am I going to do?”

“Are you talking about that blueberry you left on my bed?”

He threw his hands into the air. “Exactly. You are a bright fellow, aren’t you? I can see why my darling Ashely loves you.” Carien narrowed her eyes. He was a bit more condescending than her mistress. “But I can see the blueberries just aren’t working.”

“I don’t get what you are talking about, but I didn’t eat it if that makes—”

Lester jumped to his feet and grabbed Carien. “You did what?!” He shook her. “By what madness is this? I put a note in there that stated for you to eat it. Huh?” He rubbed his forehead. “I swear my wife always finds such defective maids.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, don’t worry, it isn’t your fault, honey. I just need more time to make you perfect.”

Carien blinked her eyes. She had spoken out of turn, and there hadn’t been a punishment. Sure, he had said something creepy, but still, her breasts and ass were the expected size. What was this guy up to?

“Now, if you would stay here. I have to go and prepare something. I will just be a moment.” He turned around. “I need to make you into the most perfect maid.” His voice lowered. “One that is much more suited to the role than what my wife thinks you should be.”

He snorted as he walked out of the room.

Carien crossed her arms. She had no idea what was going on, but so far, she counted this as a good day. All she had to do was put up with an eccentric while, be it creepy man, for easy money. “I don’t really see anything going wrong. He doesn’t really seem as interested in causing my body to change as the mistress is. I don’t get why everyone was talking about these blueberries. Though him saying he wants me to be perfect is a little bit of concern. I have to wonder what that is about.” Carien pulled out one of the golden chairs and sat down. “I still need to tell Sarah where I am going, though. I can’t keep lying to her. I don’t know if she would believe this nonsense, though. This is an extra level.”

About fifteen minutes later, Lester reappeared with a steaming hot blueberry pie. “I am back, my little maid.” He slid the pie in front of Carien. “Now, here you are. Dig in.”

Carien raised an eyebrow. “But I am not hungry.”

Lester slammed his foot onto the ground. “Now you eat it, damnit. I went through a lot of trouble for this.” He calmed down. “I mean. . .” He brushed his hand along her cheek. “I just want my little maid to be the best she can be.”

Carien was not happy with the situation. She could see why the last maid had run off, having to deal with this creep. “This is all I have to do?”

Lester smiled. “Of course.”

She sighed. “Ok.” She picked up a fork and dug in. It had been some time since Carien had blueberry pie, and she sorely missed the taste. But there was something odd about this pie. Every bite made her belly tighten, and her breasts felt like they were filling up. “This there something in this. I mean, besides the blueberries.” She scratched at her maid outfit as it tightened around her breasts.

Lester smiled. “Oh no, why would you say that? It is just going to make you such an oh-so-cute blueberry.”

“A what?” She looked at him in confusion as her nose turned blue. “Umm, is it out of turn for me to ask if I can stop eating this for a moment? My outfit is starting to get tight and well. . . this thing never gets tight. The mistress specially designed it so. . .”

Lester sat down and put his arm around her. “Oh, don’t worry about my wife. She won’t mind if you. . . burst out of it today.” He giggled.

“What?” Her entire face was now blue. “Burst out of it? What are you talking about?” Gurrgle. Carien rubbed her belly. “What was that? Why is everything starting to get tight?” Carien’s eyes widened as she noticed her arms turning blue. “Huh!?”

She jumped to her feet. “What is happening to me?”

“Oh, come now, my little blueberry?” She looked at him in confusion. “You don’t need to be alarmed. I am just enhancing you a little.”

“Wait. You really mean it. I. . .” She rubbed the side of her face. “I am turning into a blueberry. Why would you do this to me?”

Lester jumped to his feet and spun around. “Because I love all things blueberries.

I want a giant blueberry of my very own.” He wrapped his arms around her. “My wife doesn’t understand. She thinks I am too passionate. Too crazy.” Carien could feel her belly pushing outward, pressing against him. “But I just know what I want. I want a giant blue lady to call my own. And here you are.”

“I knew there was something more to this. Something off about you.”

Lester giggled. “Hey, I just like giant blue women. What is wrong with that.”

Shrrip.  Carien gasped as the seams of her outfit began to rip as her breasts slowly expanded outward. “What? I thought this thing was supposed to grow with me?”

“Only if my wife wills it. Ah well, I guess that is another thing my dear Ashely will be pissed at me for.”

Carien tried to cover her swelling body as her outfit ripped more and more. “What are you talking about?”

Lester leaned against her. “Ah, well, truth be told, my wife is out trying to figure out why I withdrew so much money from our shared account today. I mean, I had to. Finding a way to turn you into a blueberry isn’t cheap. And considering it works, I will be putting the rest of the funds into supporting that nice little blueberry business. The lady was so nice. She deserves it.” He laughed. “Besides, Ashely being out of the house gives me time to have my little blueberry maid do what I want. Instead of having my bullhead wife tell me no, I shouldn’t dare come near her. I might juice her up. Oh no, I would scare her off.” He waved his hands about. “Don’t you ruin her like you ruined the others, Lester.”

Carien just stood there as he went on, blinking her eyes as her expanding hips tore through her tight pants. “This guy is nuts. I don’t know how the mistress even puts up with him.” As he continued to talk to himself, she slowly turned around. “Maybe he won’t notice as I slowly make my way out of here.” She took one step, her body jiggling about. “Holy crap.” She moaned as her boobs bounced together. “Why am I so jiggly?”

Lester turned his attention back to Carien. “Aww, you are so cute trying to walk.”

He laughed as her hip tore through her pants. “Nice panties, by the way.”

Carien turned around and put her hands on her juicy hips, her butt swaying back and forth before she could stabilize herself. “Now see here. I did not start working here to become a giant blueberry for your sexual thrill. Either make me work or I will. . .” She wobbled back and forth as a surge of juice suddenly enlarged her ass. “Fuck.”

“Oh my, you are a spicy blueberry, aren’t you. Let that juice work you.”

Carien snorted. “I can see why people don’t want to work here after dealing with you.”

Lester sighed. “If you are talking about what lies my wife has told you, then don’t you worry. I might be a bit. . . overenjoyed that you are swelling up for me, but that is it. In fact, I do have something I want you to do while you are big and juicy.”

Carien crossed her arms, her maid outfit barely able to contain her swelling girth. “Oh really.”

He rubbed his hands together. “Why yes. I just would adore watching you sweep the halls. Seeing those big juicy boobs bounce together. That gorgeous butt wobbling back and forth. Oh, wouldn’t it be wonderful? And if you spill and juice out. . . ohhhh. . .”

She shook her head. “No! This is just too weird.” She slammed her foot down as her outfit ripped apart. “Seriously. I am not going to put up with you gawking at me. I do have standards, you know.”

Lester crossed his arms and looked at her like a disproving parent. “You do know I can fire you. Just because my wife hired you doesn’t mean I don’t have the power to remove your big juicy ass.”

Carien snorted. “What?”

“Look, either you do this or—”

“LESTOR!”

He gulped, turning his head as Ashely stormed into the room. “Honeybun. I didn’t expect to see you back so soon.”

Her face turned bright red as she spotted Carien. “This is why you withdrew almost ten thousand dollars from our shared account? Just so you could inflate the maid like a blueberry!?”

He stood up. “Well, there is more than that, honey. I was—”

She punched him in the gut. “How many times have I told you to stop this.”

“Oww.”

“The last maid is suing us because you can’t control yourself around blueberry women. I told you to stop for a reason!”

He looked up at her like a hurt puppy. “But why can’t I play with your toy?”

“She isn’t my toy. She is my beloved employee.” Ashely put her heel on Lestor’s chest. “Carien is NOT a blueberry to be inflated for your pleasure! There are limits. And why on god’s earth did you take so much money out? Why!?”

He laughed. “Because I want to sponsor a local blueberry business. What is wrong with that?”

Ashely picked him up. “I am sick and tired of this. You don’t see the line between a bit of fun and being a complete creep. You waste money like a fool. Now get out!”

“What?” He looked at her in confusion. “Darling, what are you. . .”

“I said get out! OUT!” She turned her attention to the door. “DEX!”

The butler was there in an instant. “Yes, mistress.”

“Escort this trespasser off the premises.”

Lestor looked at her in confusion. “What are you talking about? I am your loving husband. Honeybun?”

Ashely threw him to the ground, her face devoid of emotion. “You crossed the line for the last time, Lestor.” She walked over to Carien as Dex walked over and dragged him out of the room. Her face softened as she ran her hand along her juicy body. “Are you alright?”

Carien sighed as her boobs continued to swell. “I am fine. I am worried about what might have happened if you didn’t arrive.”

Ashely smiled. “It’s alright. My. . . so to be ex-partner wouldn’t have touched you. But he would have made you do stuff for his exotic pleasure. I know you are wondering how this differs from what I make you do.” She sighed. “I like to have fun with you, but I never try to make my maids uncomfortable.” She looked down at the ground. “I don’t gawk over them as I alter their bodies like my husband did. I was attracted to him because he had such unique tastes. But he grew bored of just playing with me. And I have been worried that he might eventually cross a line he could never come back from.”

“Oh.”

Ashely smiled as she looked up at Carien. “Anyways, you won’t have to worry about him anymore. It is all taken care of.” She looked down at the tattered, juice-soaked maid outfit. “I will have Dex make you a new outfit. Don’t worry; it won’t cost you a thing.”

Carien wobbled, barely able to stand up. “What am I going to do though? I mean, I am still swelling up.”

Ashely giggled. “Well, I guess I will have to juice you. Hold on. I will be right back.” She winked at Carien. “I just need to ensure Lestor got the boot he deserves.”

While Ashely was gone, Carien wobbled over to the table, her juice-filled legs straining to hold up her body. “I need to sit down.” She pulled out a chair. “Oh my.”

As she stretched her legs and sat down, she could hear the chair crumble under her massive blueberry ass. “Oh god. I hope the mistress doesn’t punish me later for that.” She gulped as Ashely reentered the room. “I umm. . . I am sorry, mistress. I didn’t mean to. . .”

Ashely giggled as she noticed the crushed chair. “Looks like someone made a bit of a mess, didn’t they.”

Carien gulped. “You aren’t going to punish me?”

Ashely smiled as she walked over and pulled out a chair. “No, darling.

I am not always going to punish you. I mean, it is a fun little game we play, but. . .” She stretched out her legs and used Carien’s hips as a chair. “I would be no better than that icky Lester if I did that?”

“Lestor?”

“My husband.” She sighed. “Or as long as he will stay that way.” She lifted her legs and leaned forward. “So, what are we going to do about your juicy situation, hmm? As much as I adore your big blue breasts, I don’t think you want to stay that way, do you?”

Carien shook her head. “I am so full of juice, and it is getting hard to move.”

Blueberry juice leaked out of her breasts.

Ashely smiled. “Well, I do know how to reverse this. With your consent, of course.”

“Huh?”

“Well, the juicing process is a bit. . . involved. You see. . .” She stood up and walked around Carien as her waistline continued to expand, pressing against the table. “The best way I have found to get the juice out of one's body is by squeezing it out of one’s boobs.”

Carien’s eyes went wide. “What!”

Ashely nodded her head. “It is a very intense experience. Lovely and intense.” Her eyes rolled into her sockets. “Oh, how I miss the days when I used to be able to get big and blue. Have all of that juice shot out of my nipples. Ahhhhh!”

Carien blinked her eyes. “Mistress?”

Ashely shook her head. “Anyways, if we wait, there is no telling how long it will take for you to return to your normal, wonderful self. And well, while I am willing to wait, I can’t very well pay you for being a blueberry sitting in my dining hall. It just can’t be done.”

Carien giggled. “Ok, I will do it. On one condition.”

“Name it!”

“My wife-to-be is the one that juices me.”

Ashely’s face lit up. “Oh my. You are going to get married? This is very interesting indeed. Don’t worry. I can arrange the whole thing.” She clapped her hands. “Dex. Dex!”

Dexter opened the golden door to the dining room.

“Yes, mistress?”

“Please roll our young maid to her home. She needs to be juiced after Lester’s interference.”

“It will be done, mistress.”

Ashely turned to look at Carien, rubbing her hand along her body. “You can take the rest of the week off with paid leave, my love. And give your wife to be my regards.” She lowered her voice. “I have an infestation to deal with.”