Juicy Dates Juicing

Juicy Dates Juicing.

Jamerson tapped his foot on the ground. “Ugh, where are they. I told them we had a budding young couple waiting to be juiced.” He looked at Jamie and Sandra. “I am sorry. Our juicing team is usually faster than this.”

Jamie moaned as her body swelled a little, juice leaking out of her pussy. “Ughhh. . .

sooo full. . .”

“Hehe.” Jameson rubbed the back of his head as the two ladies continued to swell. “I am so happy that you want to get to know each other. I will get on with your juicing right away.” He turned around. “For fucks sake. Clark! Tammerson! Where are you idiots.”

Jamie looked over at Sandra and her massive boobs. “How are you holding up?”

“Lovely.” Her big, round body pushed the chair closer to Jamie. “Despite turning into a giant blueberry, this is a lovely date. Ten out of ten.”

Jamie laughed. “Swelling into giant blue balls and hardly being able to talk to each other is a ten out of ten date?” She moaned as the table between them pressed tightly against Jamie’s ass. “Fuck. They could have taken that table out from between us.”

Sandra moaned. “But it feels good pressed between us. I know you are still there.”

“Sandra, it is sinking into my butt.” Jamie’s eyes widened, juice dripping from her nipples. “No, now it’s wedged between my cheeks. Where are those people who are supposed to juice us?”

“Here.” Jamerson sighed. “My colleagues were taking a smoke break.”

“Hey, I thought I had time.” Clark snorted. “Besides, people usually don’t click this fast. We thought we had much longer before we had to juice any of these ladies.”

Tammerson laughed. “Ya. It is rare for any of you to want to go on an actual date.” He looked at Clark. “You owe me twenty bucks.”

Jamie slapped her hands against her squishy body, juice squirting out of her nipples. “Hey, can you two idiots talk about the dumb process of dating later and juice us? You know, so Sandra and I can get to know each other later?”

Cries rose up from around the room. “Hey, what about us?”

“Ya, I am swelling up a storm here.”

Jamerson slammed his foot down. “You all know the rules. Either find someone who is meaningful in your life to continue to swell.” He smiled at Jamie. “Now then, please enjoy your juicing. Thank you for using Juicy Speed Dates.” He waved as Clark rolled her way. Jamie was rolled into a separate room from Sandra.

“Okay.” Clark rolled Jamie up against the wall. “You are going first. We only have one juicing room, and to make things too quick, we ask that you help us juice your girlfriend. We have. . . ugh so many blueberries to juice later.”

“Oh. Okay, I guess.” Jamie moaned, feeling her skin stretch. “Just hurry.”

Clark crossed his arms. “Don’t tell me how to do my job. Now, just wait there. I need to get Tammerson.” He shook his head. “He is probably having trouble rolling your girlfriend into the waiting room.”

After Clark left, Jamie looked around the room. She could say with certainty she had never been in a room like this before. Wires and tubs of all sizes snaked around, and the smell of blueberry juice was more pungent here than anywhere else in the building. But the most striking thing was the strange tube-like structure in the center of the room. She wasn’t exactly sure what it would do, only that it was the juicer. It had to be with all of the strange tubes weaving in and out of it.

“Okay, I have the other woman sitting outside.” Tammerson rubbed his hands together.

“Let’s get to this, shall we?”

Clark pointed at Jamie. “We have our first guest of the day. We just need to roll her into the juicer.”

“Umm, can we talk about this? That thing doesn’t look. . . umm. . .”

Tammerson snorted. “So, you are saying you don’t want to be juiced?” He walked up to her and pressed his hands against her body. “Do you want to know what will happen to you if we don’t juice you?”

Clark shook his head. “Not this again.”

Tammerson rubbed his hand along Jamie’s body. “You will get bigger and bigger. Your breasts will inflate until they are as big as weather balloons, juice leaking out of them uncontrollably. Your body will be so big that you will be mistaken for a gigantic building. Then, when you can’t take the pressure of your juice building up inside of you. . .” He slammed his hand against her. “Pop! Boom.”

Jamie shuddered. “That can’t really happen, can it?”

Clark stood up. “You can keep swelling, bigger and bigger. The popping part is just my colleague trying to scare you. But if we don’t juice you, there is a chance you would be too big to ever be changed back. We. . . don’t want to talk about it.”

Jamie took a deep breath. “Okay, well then, put me in the juicer.” She moaned as she swelled a bit bigger, almost reaching nine feet tall and goodness knows how wide. “Before I reach the unable to be juiced mark.”

Clark laughed as he walked up to her. “Oh, don’t worry. You would have to be much, much bigger for that.” He extended out his arms. “Like think swelling out to be a gigantic thirty foot—”

Jamie moaned as she thought about all that juice inside of her; it caused blueberry juice to ooze from her pussy. “Oh god. I don’t think I could contain that much.”

The two young men rolled her into the juicer. “Well, that is why you are being juiced. Now get. . .” They moaned as they squeezed her into the machine. “There.” Clark sighed. “It never gets any easier, does it?”

Tammerson nodded his head. “Ya. Now, let’s get to it, shall we?”

Tammerson walked away while Clark plugged some wires into Jamie. “Ohhh.” She moaned, feeling the cold metal press tightly against her nipples. “What is this for?”

“When the walls begin to press against your sides, the juice will have to flow somewhere.” He smiled at her. “Enjoy it. The process is fun.” He slid the biggest tube into her pussy.

“Ohhhh fucckkkkk!” Her skin turned dark purple, and her juices felt on fire. “That. . . felt sooo good.”

“Now, calm down. We will start the juicing in a. . .” He gulped. “Oh fuck.”

Jamie moaned; overcome by pleasure she hadn’t felt. She bounced about in the tube as her body no longer felt squishy but now hard. “Oh god.” She wiggled about, juice oozing out of the edges of her pussy despite the tube being there. “I feel soo fucking. . . good. Soo full.” Her eyes flashed blue. “I don’t want to be juiced. I just. . . I want to be bigger. Yes, bigger.”

Clark turned around and yelled. “Hurry, start it.” He was knocked to the ground as one of the contraptions that had been fastened around Jamie’s right breast popped off in a shower of blueberry juice. “Ahhhh!” He rubbed the back of his head. “This always happens when we insert the pump. They go crazy!”

Jamie swelled inside the juicer, her body out of control. “I don’t want to be juiced anymore. I want to keep it.” She looked around, desperate for a way out as everything tightened around her. She was swelling by the second now, her juices boiling inside of her. Her boobs pressed tightly against the glass, leaking blueberry juice by the second, her precious juice. “Noo. Stop losing it.” She gritted her teeth. “Must. . . stay. . . . wonderful. . . blueberry.”

The juicer strained to contain her as Clark ran around. “Tammerson, what the hell are you doing! Turn it on already!”

Suddenly Jamie felt an intense sensation burn in her pussy. Her boiling juices turned into a raging sea. “Ohhhhhh!” She was rocked about as the blueberry juice was slowly sucked out of her body, the juicer lovingly rocking her back and forth. Thoughts about swelling even bigger left her mind as she embraced her situation. This was the best thing she had ever felt in her life, and the only thing she wished was that the juices she was producing could keep up with the juicer so she could enjoy it for as long as possible.

Jamie slowly shrank, but it only added to her pleasure. As she regained use of her limbs, she used them to rub her body in thrall to her orgasms. Her juices were leaking out of her body, dripping all over the juicer.

Clark took a deep breath. “It’s finally working. It’s slow, but it’s working.”

“Ohh fuck yes.” Jamie squirted Clark with her juices out of her free nipple. “I. . . love this.”

Clark shook his head. “Hey. Why don’t you be a good blueberry and keep your juices to yourself?”

Jamie moaned. “Ohh but I. . .” She liked her lips, her body on fire. “But I am a good blueberry.” She looked at him. “Why don’t you come in here and help me juice. Huh?”

“What?”

She jiggled her curves. “Well? It could help? There is getting room for two in here.”

“You. . .”

She rubbed her ass against the glass. “Oh, come now. Don’t tell me you have never wanted to do it with one of the blueberries before.” She reached down and wrapped her hand around the tube, which slowly sucked the juice out of her pussy. “If you don’t, I might have to stop being juiced.”

“Ugh, fine. Fine.” He walked towards her. “I told them we need to tie the blueberries up.”

Jamie grinned. She wanted anything to increase her pleasure right now, to make her orgasm burn brighter. As soon as Clark came close, she wrapped her arms around and pulled him in between her squishy boobs.

“Hey.”

She moaned. “Don’t move. You want to help me be juiced, don’t you?” She licked his neck, her juices bubbling inside of her. “Ohh fuck.”

Tammerson laughed from the other room. “Keep going, Clark. This is great for juice production.”

“But. . .” He gasped as Jamie kissed him.

“Ohh, you smell so. . .” Her tongue swam in his mouth.

Jamie moaned. She was losing juice fast but didn’t care as she warped her arms around Clark. Her breasts pressed tightly against him as Jamie squeezed his ass, juice squirting out of her breast and the other juice milker popping off her other boob. Juice dripped from her breasts as she squeezed his ass. “You are sooo cute.”

He kissed her back, gently rubbing her tender breasts. “You are. . .”

“Oh, you can’t be so gentle. Squeeze harder.”

Clark’s eyes widened before he squeezed down hard, causing Jamie to cry out. “Ohhhhhhh fuckkkk.” Blueberry juice shot out into the juicer as her body turned dark purple. “Ohhh god. Ohh god.” She pressed him against the wall. “You are. . . soo good.”

Jamie’s eyes drifted into her sockets as she felt the last bits of her juices ooze out of her body. She let out a sigh as she let go of Clark, falling into the bottom of the juicer. “Ohh, that was. . .” She giggled.

Clark wiped himself off. “Well, at least you helped us get extra blueberry juice. How can you please help us juice your new girlfriend?”

Jamie jumped to her feet. “Oh yes. Yes.” She slid the cold tube out of her pussy.

“I would love to!”