Stay with the group p2

Stay with the Group p2.

“We can still make a run for it while he is gone.” Amy wobbled about, her giant blue frame vibrating with blueberry juice. “Mr. Grason won’t be able to force us to work on a blueberry farm if we just run off.”

Lyn sighed. “Amy, look at us. We are giant blueberries.” She tried to slap Amy, but her stubby little blue arm just wouldn’t reach. “Do you remember the last time you could even stand?”

“That isn’t the point.” Amy snorted as her breasts bounced on her chest. “If you just try hard enough, we can do it. You aren’t trying. Look.” Her entire body shook like a waterbed. “See, I can make my body move and shake. “Her boobs bounced against one another, blueberry juice dripping out of them. “Why can’t you?”

Lyn shrugged. “Because maybe if we cooperate, they might turn us back. Don’t you think if we fight this any more than we have, something bad might happen to us?”

“Well, I see you two are having a juicy time.” Mr. Grason walked up to them as he rubbed his gloved hands together. “I have the arrangements done. You two will be spending an extended time here with us for you. . . little adventure.” He patted Amy on her big round belly. “And don’t worry. We will take good care of you.”

Lyn narrowed her blue eyes. “What do you plan on doing with us.”

He crossed his arms and looked at her. “Well, you see, bratty girls like you help us with our juice production here at the farm. But there is one little bitty problem.”

Lyn growled at him. “And what is that?”

Mr. Grason laughed. “You two are far too. . .” He tapped his chin. “What is the right word here? Hmm. . .” He leaned against Amy, causing her to moan. “Ah, yes.

You are not ripe yet.”

Lyn laughed. “What? You have got to be kidding me. Look at us.

We are giant blueberries.”

“Ahh, well, here is the thing.” He smirked. “You are very, very small for what we want of you.” He clapped his hands, and about six people seemed to materialize out of the bushes.

“Bring a tractor up and haul these two back to one of the barns. We do have a barn ready, don’t we?”

A young man walked up and nodded his head. “Yup. Just cleaned it out this morning after juicing Jessica.”

“Good.” He looked at Amy and Lyn. “Tell Jessica she can go take a nice relaxing bath or something. Whatever it is, our berry ladies like to do it in between our lovely sessions. The rest of you take these ladies to have a lovely day to make some blueberry juice for us.” He smiled.

“Besides, they do need to ripen up, don’t they?” He laughed as he turned around and walked away.

Lyn crossed her arms. “This is just great. They are talking to us like we are actual blueberries to just be. . .” She moaned as she felt cold hands press against her skin. “Hey. . . what are you all doing. Let go of me.” Three of the workers slowly picked up her big round body while the others lifted Amy’s. “That tickles. You are. . . ohh. . .”

Amy laughed. “Just go with it.” Her boobs bounced around as they slowly carried them. “Enjoy it, Lyn.”

Lyn blushed. “I will not! This is not to be enjoyed. Don’t you realize what has happened to us?”

Amy laughed. “I realized that you are leaking a bit of blueberry juice.”

“Huh?” Lyn looked down and tried to cover her breasts. “Oh god, this is just. . .”

One of the workers laughed. “Oh, it isn’t anything to be ashamed of.”

Lyn took a deep breath. “It. . .it’s not?”

“You will leak so much blueberry juice later when we help you grow so much bigger. You shouldn’t be worried about such a little dribble like that.” He laughed. “You aren’t even halfway full yet.”

“What!” She looked at her body. “I am not even halfway full.” Lyn took a deep breath. “What do you intend to do to us?” She gasped as she saw the truck they were carrying them towards. “Put us down immediately. I will not be pumped full of blueberry juice. I won’t!”

“You think you have a choice, you little thief?” They set Lyn and Amy on the back of the truck. “You decided to sample some of our products, so you get to see what happens for such actions.” He looked at her. “But don’t worry. Soon, all that worry will just float away as you enjoy yourself. Think about it. Your body slowly filling up with blueberry juice, expanding and ripening. You will have the time of your life.”

“Jerry, stop talking with the berries and get up here. We have a schedule to keep.”

“Ugh.” He snorted. “Whatever.” He put his hands into his pockets. “Good luck, you two.”

Lyn looked over at Amy. “I don’t like this one bit.”

“Oh, come on. Didn’t you hear him? We will be happy as we ripen.”

The truck started up, and they slowly drove deeper into the farm. “Amy, stay with me. They are treating us like plants!”

“I mean, is it so bad? Someone is going to take care of us and tend to our every need. We are going to have fun for a bit. Enjoy it.” She giggled. “And when I say enjoy it, I mean it, little miss party pooper.” She giggled as her blue boobs bounced about. “I have to wonder what it will be like to have all that juice inside of me.

I can’t wait.”

“Amy!”

“Lyn, I almost feel like you need to go first.” She giggled. “You are just so stressed. Don’t you remember what it was like when we were swelling up in the first place? You were enjoying it.”

Lyn blushed. “I was not!”

“Admit it. You were.”

Lyn moaned a little as her boobs bounced about. “Don’t you dare say that!” She took a deep breath, feeling her curves jiggle with the truck’s vibrations. We are in a weird and dangerous predicament. I can’t. . . give into my juicy urges.”

“Oh, so you have some?” Amy’s face lit up. “And here I thought you turned into a sour puss.”

Lyn blushed. “I. . . ughhhhh!” She snorted as they drove up to a barn that could be confused for a warehouse. “Look, I may like it, okay.” They drove inside. “But that is my own damn business.”

The truck came to a stop. “We are here.” The workers came around and yanked the two berry women off the truck. They then dragged them across the room towards a strange-looking device. “Here we are.” Jerry took a deep breath. “Like our boss said, you two are far from ripe. So that is what this is for. It is the blueberry juice inducer.”

Lyn laughed. “It is nothing but a mess of tubes.”

A young woman stepped forward. “The actual device is in a silo next store.” She grabbed one of the tubes and pressed it against Lyn’s backside. “But you don’t need to see that. What you need to know is that it is going to pump you full of blueberry growth hormones.”

“That is a load of. . . ohhhhhhh. . .” She felt the device attach itself to her back.

“Ohh, god.”

Another worker did the same to Amy. “Don’t worry.” Jerry laughed. “It should be fun for you two.” They backed away. “Just know that the process will take a while. A long while.” They pointed at the ceiling, which was almost thirty feet in the air. “When you hit that, you should be fully ripe and ready for the next stage.”

Lyn’s eyes went wide. “You want us to swell how big?”

Amy smiled. “It will be fun.”

Lyn looked back and forth. “Wait. Can’t we talk about this?” She gulped.

“You can get a lot of juice out of me already. There is no need to do this.”

Jerry shook his head. “You are not ripe. We keep telling you this.” The workers walked towards the door. “Blueberries like you need to learn that they are not the ones to give the orders.” They closed them inside the barn.

Lyn took a deep breath. “There is no way I can swell that big.” She looked over at Amy, who was a decent distance from her. “We can wiggle these things out of us, right?

Before they start pumping us full of blueberry hormones that will. . . that will . . .” Lyn knew that it was already too late. Her blue, stubby arms couldn’t reach around her back, and even if they could, what then? She was so full of juice as it was; how could she muster up the strength to yank something that was already injected into her skin?

Then her eyes went wide as she felt the process start. It was slow but intense, like a wonderful burst of flavor when biting into something sour or sweet. Lyn gritted her teeth as she tried to resist, knowing that if she gave into these. . . these urges flowing through her, Lyn would become an even more gigantic helpless blueberry than she already was. But as she took a deep breath, her skin slowly stretching out, she knew it was already too late. Her juices surged as her nipples hardened. She looked over at Amy, who had a look of glee on her face. “Is this our fate? To be giant blueberries for the rest of our—”

“Ohhhhhh!” Her body shook as more hormones surged into her. Juice shot out of her nipples as Lyn began to feel hot. “What. . . is happening to me?” Her body slowly began to turn purple as she began to bubble. “Ohh. . .”

“Don’t you feel just wonderful?” Amy moaned. “Like someone is just hugging you from the inside.” She licked her lips. “I. . . I could get used to this.”

“Get used to this?” Lyn took a deep breath as blue sweat dripped down her big blue neck. “Amy, we are. . . ohhh. . .” She moaned as another dose of hormones was injected into her. “Oh god.” Lyn blinked her eyes, realizing that she was rubbing the side of her body. She just felt so. . . good. “Maybe growing wouldn’t be so bad.”

She opened her eyes. “What? No. I. . .” She blushed. “I can’t give in to such thoughts. I need to. . .” She moaned. “I need to stay strong.”

Amy moaned. “You know you want to swell into such a big blueberry, Lyn. Come on.”

Lyn sighed. “But why aren’t we growing.” She looked around. “We are being. . . pumped full of growth hormones. What else do we need to swell?”

As if to answer her question, one of the workers walked in with a syringe. She walked up to Amy first. “This is the last thing you two need to jump-start the growth.” She giggled as she watched Amy moan. “Once I inject you with this, you will really start to grow.”

“DO IT!”

The worker giggled. “Okay then.” She injected the syringe into Amy’s belly. Amy moaned before her body. She then slowly began to grow as the worker slowly stepped away and walked over to Lyn.

“Now for you.” She looked up at Lyn. “Now, I do want you to know that you will still be pumped full of growth hormones as you swell. It is to ensure that you ripen into a glorious blueberry.” She giggled. “And that it will be oh so pleasurable for you.”

Lyn took a deep breath. “Don’t you dare. I won’t. . .”

Her vision turned blue as more hormones flooded her system. “I. . . I want. . . must. . . groowww. . .” She shook her head. “Nooo.”

“Aww is someone wanting to be the best berry that they can be?” She rubbed Lyn’s belly. “Now, just hold still.” Lyn’s eyes shot open as the strange liquid was shot into her. Her mind was suddenly flooded with thoughts of growing and swelling into the biggest, most lovely blueberry she could be. It was all so overwhelming that she couldn’t even hold her juices in as they shot out of her nipples. “Whoh there.” The worker took a few steps back, trying to avoid the juice touching her skin. “Save that for later. You have a long way to go before we come to juice you.” She giggled. “Besides, I don’t want to be a blueberry myself.”

Lyn could barely hear the woman; all she could really hear, or feel was the ebb and flow of her body. She moaned as her body slowly began to swell and stretch. All thoughts of resistance flowed away in the juicy river of her body. She would be a lovely blueberry. A big, gigantic blueberry. Lyn licked her lips at the thought.

Her growth was slow and wonderful. The first thing to happen was for her useless legs to give out. Why would a blueberry need legs? Lyn giggled at the thought. Sure, they were becoming thicker by the moment, but they were also shrinking. It wouldn’t be long until they would be gone entirely. Her arms suffered a similar fate, looking like overstuffed pillows as they slowly shrank into her glorious frame.

The only thing that wasn’t slowly being consumed by her every-swelling body were her breasts. And why should they, as they had to keep growing. They bounced lovingly on her body, slowly filling her vision. She could feel so much juice inside of her babies. They may look like giant blue pillows, but they were really rock hard, filled to the brim with juice, and so sensitive that the slightest touch would cause her overstuffed breasts to leak.

Lyn couldn’t even see Amy anymore, but she could hear her blueberry friend moaning to the side as they grew together. Two blueberries slowly ripening as one. Lyn hoped that she would eventually roll over and gently press her big, sensitive berry body against her friend, but the tube in her back held her in place. Still, it was for the best. As long as it was there, she would grow bigger. She would have more juice inside of her. She would be more of a blueberry.

Eventually, her breasts and round body hit the ceiling of the room. “Ohhh. . . fuck. . .” Juice squirted out of her nipples, painting the ceiling blue. She took a deep breath as she felt someone slowly yank out the tube from her back.

“Okay, that is enough. They are quite ripe.”

“Of course, Mr. Grason.”

Lyn moaned a little as she felt a soft, tender hand rub her side. “Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Now, are you ready for the fun part?”

Lyn took a deep breath. “Ripening into a wonderful blueberry wasn’t the fun part?”

Mr. Grason laughed. “Oh, you will see, my dear.” He took a step back. “You have so much wonderful juice to give, but don’t worry. It won’t be all at once.” She moaned as she felt something attach to her nipples. “We will take it nice and slowwwwww.”

They then squeezed her breasts, forcing lovely juice out of her. “Ohhhhhhhh!”

“That is right.” He turned around and walked away. “I will be back in a few hours. Until then, enjoy yourselves and welcome to the family.”