The Blueberry Master rough draft

Next story I am working on for the week.

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 oppend. “Huh? I don’t remember opening up this early.” She straightend her juice soaked jacket and walked out into the front room. “Umm I am sorry but we are still closed.”

The man standing there examing the merchandise was tall and lean, wearing a desiner suit. Christen’s cheeks turned purple as she watched him giggle like a school girl examining 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 fowrd, 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 widded as he pulled out over a dozen hundred doller 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 all of what 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 am not going to give these out to you until I know what you want to use them for. We have standerds 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 dariling. I will be extra safe. In fact.” He pulled out a few extra hundrd 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 teraing 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 grapped the box of blueberries. “Well thank you for your business miss. It has been a real pleasure. May we meet. . .” His eyes widded as he noticed her frame slowly expanding. “Oh my. . .” He wipped 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 to.”

***

Carien sighed as she parked her car in the mansion grage. “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 wont’ 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 mistresses side. But today the master is at home.”

“The master?”

He nodded his head. “Yes. And he wants to met you. Even if the mistress isnt’ happy about losing her favorite maid for the time being.”

“What?”

“Sorry that isn’t important and was unprofsinal 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 mistresses husband. She had no idea why people told her to be wary of him outside of the vague comment of he enjoyed blueberries. Carien didn’t get the big deal. She enjoyed many fruits. It couldn’t be worse then 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 mesterious 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 massive 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 am going to have to demand a refund from those people right away.”

Carien raised an eybrow. “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 birght fellow aren’t you. I can see why my dariling Ashely loves you.” Carien narrowed her eyes. He was a bit more condensding then 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 maddnes 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 normal 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 then 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 encetric while be it creepy man for easy money. “I don’t really see anything going wrong. He doesn’t really seemed 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 though a lot of trouble for this.” He clammed 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 siuation. 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 sometime seince 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 feel like they were filling up. “This there something in this. I mean besides the blueberries.” She scratched at her maid outfit as she felt it tighten around her breasts.

Lester smiled. “Oh no why would you say that? It is just going to make you such a 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 special 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 widded as she noticed her arms were starting to turn 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 spung 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 pansonite. Too crazy.” Carien could feel her belly pushing outward, pressing against him. “But I just know what I want. I 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 oufit began to rip as her breasts slowly expaned outward. “What? It 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 suppritng 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 coutuined 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.”