Juice Dating

Juice Dating.

Jamie set her phone down on her dresser. “Ugh, I am never, ever trying Tinder again. There are only creeps on there.” She groaned as she fell onto her bed. “How am I supposed to find the girl of my dreams? I swear, at this point, I should just give up!”

There was a knock at her door. “Jamie? Are you in there?”

“Go away. I hate the world, and the world hates me!”

“Oh, come on. It isn’t that bad.”

She grabbed a pillow and turned onto her back. “Bad? They told me I was a stuck-up brat! How is that good?”

The door opened, and her friend Reily stood looking down at her, her blue eyes filled with concern. “So, you had a bad date.”

Jamie snorted. “You mean like an endless stream of bad dates. It’s hopeless.”

Riely sat on the edge of the bed. “Okay, it’s been quite a few dates.” She patted Jamie’s shoulder. “But you can’t give up. Your lovely lady is going to be out there somewhere.”

“You are lying. There is nothing but pain and despair out there. I just. . .”

Reily smiled. “Well, I think you can say for certain that Tinder is not the way to go.

All of those people are just. . . not looking to get to know you. The wonderful lady that I know.”

She smiled. “So maybe try something else? Hmmm? Do what me and Mark did? We just. . . met each other. It is how it works.” Her eyes sparked. “One day, you will just meet the person you are designed to—”

Jamie jumped to her feet. “You are right. I can’t stop now.”

“Of course not.”

“I have to put myself out there.”

“Yes. And—”

“I was just going about it wrong.”

Reily chuckled. “Umm, well, while putting yourself out there is good. . . you do need to—”

“Tinder was just a foolish endeavor. It was never going to work. No, what I need to try is speed dating.”

“What?” Reily sighed. “You can’t be serious.”

“Why not? I get to go through dozens of people in just an hour. I will know if they are right for me almost immediately.”

“Jamie I. . .” She snorted as Jaimie rushed to the door. “You don’t seem to be listening to me.”

Jamie smiled as she turned to face her friend in the doorway. “Oh, but I am.

This is just perfect. Perfect. I know of a quaint little speed-dating place just down the road from here. I never went in the place as I thought it was a little oddly named. Juicy Speed Dates. But I guess that just means the dates are so fast and good it’s juicy.” She giggled. “Oh, I am so tingly just thinking about it.”

Riely held her hand out as Jamie danced out of the room, but it was too late; her friend was gone. “Ughh.”

“Hmm, hmmm, hmmmm.” Jamie bounced across the room, grabbing her coat. “I am in such a good mood I think I will go down there right now. What if the woman of my dreams is waiting for me right now? I mean, it is the month of love.” She sighed. “I am a bit too late for Valentine’s Day, but what can you do? Can’t make this perfect. But still, the signs are there. I am going to meet the girl of my dreams. I can just. . . taste it!” She bounced towards the door. “Riely? Can you please lock up? I know you have a key, so don’t you dare walk out of here without locking my apartment, you hear!” Jamie stepped out of the door and set out on her romantic adventure.

***

About ten minutes later, she arrived at Juicy Speed Dates. She was in luck because the place was just opening when she arrived, and one of the employees was flipping the sign when she walked up to the door. “Hello.” She waved to the young man. “It seems I am just on time.”

He arched an eyebrow. “It appears so.” He opened the door for Jamie. “Welcome to Juicy Speed Dates.” He spoke in a monotone voice. “Your gateway to your heart’s desire awaits within. Please find a seat and wait for the juicy festivities to begin.” He sighed. “Since you arrived so early, it will be a while. I suggest ordering something to hold yourself over.”

“Ordering something?”

He nodded. “Before the dating begins, we like to serve our guests a light dinner.

This place is a dinner as well. Just consider it a free meal.”

“Really? That is. . . awesome. This place is already much better than Tinder.” She hugged the young man. “Thank you so much.”

He snorted. “No, thank you.” He turned around. “Now, please go and find a seat. I have work to do.”

Jamie walked across the strange dinner to a booth at the far end. The first thing she noticed was the overwhelming stench of blueberries. “Hmm. . .” She rubbed her nose. “I wonder why there is. . . such a stench.”

A waitress walked over to Jamie. “So you are here for our little event, are you?”

She smiled. “Happy to have you. What do you want?”

“Umm. . . just water.”

The waitress shook her head. “Company rules. You have to order some food to participate in the speed dating. So, look over the menu and tell me what you want.”

“Umm, weird.” Jamie looked over the list. “I guess I will just have some pretzels. I can eat more when I find my date.”

“Great.” The waitress leaned over. “But if I would make a recommendation. You might want to have something more than that now. Trust me, you won’t be eating later.”

“Huh?”

She leaned back and laughed, her long golden curls bouncing against her shoulders. “Oh, nothing. Just choose what you want.” She pulled out her pen and pad. “So, are you sure it will just be the pretzels?”

“Umm. . .” Jamie gulped. “I guess the blueberry pie wouldn’t hurt.”

“Splendid.” The waitress turned around. “It’s the house favorite. You won’t be disappointed.”

Jamie tapped her fingers as she waited. “This sure is strange. I can’t believe they force you to eat here. And who the hell has a blueberry-themed menu? I guess it goes with the theme of this place. It’s a juicy delight.” She giggled in her mind. “Ahh, well, a pie can’t hurt, can it? I get one small slice, and it’s on to meeting people. Girl of my dreams, here I come.”

The waitress was back almost immediately with a steaming hot pie. “Here you are.” She smiled. “You are lucky you know that. Tonight is ladies’ night.”

“Really?” Jamie smiled. “That is perfect.” She used a knife to cut herself a piece. “Now, I really will meet the woman of my dreams.” She watched as ladies began to walk into the establishment. “Hmm, looks like it might be a lively night, too. Good. Should be fun.” She smiled as she took a bite out of the pie. “This is better than I thought. I was only going to have one slice, but. . .” She licked her lips. “Maybe I could. . .”

As more and more people drifted in, Jamie slowly ate her pie. She couldn’t stop eating it; it was just too good. It was almost like the food had some hypnotic spell on her. Part of her mind knew she should stop, that if she kept going, she might start to fill out her blouse. But her hands wouldn’t listen to her brain. The fantastic sensations the pie sent throughout her body were just. . . too good. This went far beyond good pie; this was as if mankind found life on another planet and that life had brought back the miracle of the best food in the cosmos.

“Okay, everyone.” A young man in a suit stood in the center of the room. “I know you are all in the middle of your meals, but we are almost ready to start tonight’s speed dating extravaganza. Remember, if you haven’t had some of our wonderful food, you can’t participate.” He smiled. “We will be starting at nine p.m. sharp, so please enjoy yourselves until then.”

Jamie looked up at the clock. “Hmm, that isn’t too long from now. Just five minutes.” She took another bite of her pie. “Five minutes until I can find my special someone.” Gurrgle.  Jamie blinked her eyes. “What was that?” She shivered. “I think I should slow down on the pie. . .” She groaned. “But it’s sooo good.”

“Okay, everyone, can you please head to the center of the room.”

Jamie took a deep breath. “Phew.” She stood up. “At least I have a good reason to stop.”

She walked with the other women to the center.

The young man in the suit smiled at the small crowd. “Hello. My name is Jamerson, and I will be your host. Please take a seat. Two per table.” Jamie did as she was told. “So, we have some. . . special rules. I am sure you are already aware as we had you. . . eat before we got started. You see, we are called Juicy Speed Dates for a reason.” He smirked as he looked out over the small group of women. “You will have about one minute before moving onto the next table. But there is a twist. The food you had. It is going to cause you to swell into blueberries.”

The room suddenly erupted into laughter. “Blueberries?” A young lady behind Jamie snorted. “You can’t be serious.”

The man in the suit nodded his head. “I am. Why, my dears, you are already starting to ripen. Instead of questioning the process, you might want to start getting to know one another. When you find a partner, we will juice the two of you.” He smirked. “So, you better meet up quickly otherwise. . .” He laughed. “Who knows what could happen.”

Jamie giggled. “Ya right. I think we would know if. . .”

The lady across from Jamie pointed at her. “Oh my god! Your face! It’s blue.”

Jamie touched her face. “What? You must be. . .” She gasped, noticing the blue nose on the lady across from her. “Me? You should see your nose!”

The host smirked. “You see, your juicy transformation has already begun. So, without further ado, let the Juicy Speed Dating begin.” He clapped his hands.

Jamie looked around. Dating was the last thing on her mind right now.  Gurrgle. “This isn’t what I had in mind at all. I came here to date. Not to be turned into a blueberry.”

“I know, right?” The lady across from her sat back and crossed her arms. “I knew when they said we had to eat some weird blueberry product something was up.”

“Right!” Jamie snorted as she watched her hands turn blue. “So, umm. . . what is your name?”

“Heather. Yours?”

“Jamie.” She tapped her fingers on the table. “Ugh, it’s so hard to think about this. All I can focus on is not becoming a blueberry.”

“I know. I just want to get up and punch the man who—”

A loud beep filled the air. “SWITCH.”

Heather sighed. “Well, nice knowing you. Hope you don’t turn into a blueberry.” She stood up, her belly starting to press against her blouse. “Good luck.”

“Ughh.” Jamie put her head into her right hand and tapped her left on the table. “How are we supposed to meet anyone when we are slowly juicing up.” She sighed as the next blue lady sat down. “And while we are slowly swelling up? This is just dumb. Dumb, I say.”

“Your first time being here?”

“Huh?”

The other lady giggled. “Only a newbie would look so puzzled.” She extended out her hand. “Name’s Karol. Nice to meet you, fellow blueberry.”

“Jamie.” She moaned. “Ugh, I feel tight.”

“Oh, don’t worry. You will get used to it.” Karol giggled. “So where is the juice going to first.”

Jamie blushed. “What? What kind of question is that?”

Karol rubbed her breasts. “See, I am lucky this time.” She moaned as her t-shirt-stained bright blue. “It is all going into my boobs.” She leaned against the table as her boobs swelled. “So? How about you? You should start to juice up now.” Her eyes lit up. “I just love this. The early stages of it all.”

Jamie gulped as she felt a sudden pressure in her ass, her jeans tightening. “I umm. . .”

“You can tell me.”

She shook her head, the chair tightening against her. “I would rather not.” Her eyes widened as her pants became wet. “Oh god, there is so much blueberry juice building up inside of me. It is leaking out of every. . . My skin, my ass, even my. . .” She trailed off, the thought of blueberry juice dripping out of her lower love hole almost too much for her to bear. “So, umm. . . you said you did this before? How big and juicy can we get?”

“SWITCH.”

Karol stood up. “Ahh, well.” Her boobs were now bouncing against one another. “Good luck, my fellow blueberry.” She skipped away.

Jamie gulped, her butt pushing her up as she felt the juices travel not just down her legs but into her belly. “Wait. You have to tell me how big we can get!” She slammed her hand on the table, her gut pressing into it. “I need to know.”

“Need to know what?”

“Whoh.” Jamie gasped as the next lady sat down, or rather fell into the chair. Her hips looked like an overstuffed pillow. “You are really. . .”

“Full? You can say that.” She grabbed her belly. “Ugh, all this damn juice sure knows where it wants to go. I don’t know if I can stand up again.” She blinked her eyes. “Now it decides to go somewhere else besides my stomach.” She tried to reach behind her. “I don’t even know if I can rub that though.”

“Umm. What is your name.” Jamie pushed her chair back, annoyed at how much her belly pressed against the table.

“Sandra.” She snorted. “I didn’t think this would happen. I came here for speed dating. Now speed juicing.” She sighed. “Ugh ya, I am not getting back up.” She looked at Jamie. “So, what is your name? I think we are going to be getting to know each other.”

“Jamie.” She moaned as she pulled at her blouse. “You know you are right. “I am starting to feel a bit heavy.”

“Right.” Sandra giggled. “They said we would be able to keep walking around.”

Jamie laughed. “With all this juice bubbling up inside of us?” She threw her head back and laughed as her body jiggled. “Look at me.” She grabbed her thickening thigh. “I don’t think I am going anywhere anytime soon.” She groaned. “And this chair is fucking growing into my ass.”

“Oh really? My ass is still quite nice.” Sandra slapped her belly. “It’s weird how we are all swelling differently.”

“SWITCH.”

The berry girls moaned. “We are not moving.”

“Ya look at us.”

Jamie snorted. “I can hardly move with how much juice is in me.”

The man in the suit walked out. “Ugh, fine. You all seem to be quite ripe, so just. . . work it out. But remember. There are only two ways you are leaving. Either by becoming a massive blueberry or finding a lover.” He turned and walked out.

Karol cried out in joy. “Time to swell. Time to swell. Time to swell.”

Sandra blushed. “Well, someone is enjoying their selves a bit too much.”

Jamie nodded her head. “Ya, she said she comes here a lot.”

Sandra laughed as her chair wobbled, her widening blue frame pushing her away from the table. “Wow, that is odd.” She moaned. “Ugh, I don’t know how much longer I can. . . stay in this chair. My sides. . .” Sandra pressed down on her squishy body, her dress struggling to contain her squishy, juicy frame. Her belly was far past the point of looking pregnant, and her boobs were much bigger than a G-cup. The woman was massive. “Help.”

Jamie wanted to help, but she had her own problems. Blueberry juice was increasingly flooding her body. Her boobs were starting to swell, going from a C-cup to a D-cup. “Ohh.” She put her hands on the arms of her chair, attempting to stand, but her massive butt kept her firmly in place. “I wish I could. . .” She moaned as her arms began to thicken. “I. . . can’t. . . move.” Her breasts swelled another cup size. “Fuck.”

A button suddenly snapped off her blouse, hitting Sandra in the face. “Hey.

Stop that.”

“You think I am doing this on purpose?” Jamie snorted, her cheeks puffing out as her chest pressed tightly against her blouse. “You have to be insane.”

“Me? I am not the one attacking me with their juiced-up clothing.” Sandra snorted as she was hit again with a juice-dripped button. “And it is even covered in your juices. Ahhh!” Her chair snapped from under her weight. “Fuck!”

“Hah!” Jamie laughed. “Looks like you swelled too much, you—” Jamie gulped as she felt her chair groan. “That isn’t good.” She suddenly cried out as her chair snapped from under her, but thankfully her big round squishy ass cushioned her fall. “Ouff.” Jamie rocked back and forth, her blue arms flaying about as she struggled to stay upright.

“Not so fun when it happens to you.”

“Look, we shouldn’t be fighting. We should be working together to get out of this situation.” Jamie moaned as her pants ripped apart, her big ass on display for Sandra. “Ughhh.”

“Nice blue ass.”

“You have some nice big boobs yourself.” Jamie moaned as her own boobs swelled again, ripping through her blouse.

“Okay, Jamie. If we do get out of this, I am going to buy you a coffee.”

“What?”

“I just. . . I don’t know. I just really, really want to meet someone. And I want this to end.” Sandra sighed. “I spent so much time focusing on swelling I forgot why I came here. Please, when we get out of this, can we go on a legit date.”

Jamie smiled. “Sure. That would be fun.” Her arms were slowly forced away from her. “Ugh, if we ever stop swelling, that is.”

The man in the suit walked up to her. “Congratulations, you two. You earned yourselves a juicing session.”

“Huh?” Jamie looked at him in confusion as she slowly turned into a round human ball.

“What are you talking about?”

He smiled at Jamie. “You two are going on a second date. That is all we need to get you two juiced.” He pointed at the others who were still swelling. “They, on the other hand, well, they have time to figure out how they feel about each other.” He whispered into Jamie’s ear. “And trust me. We let them swell very, very big before they figure it out. We like the juice you all produce.”

Jamie gulped. “Well umm thank you?”

The man clapped his hands. “Clark. Tammerson. Roll these two down to the juicing room. Stat!” He rubbed Jamie on her swelling ass. “You two are going to have a lovely time. We will make sure of it.”