Berry vs Berry

Berry vs Berry.

Christen gasped as she stepped off the plane. “Wow. This isn’t at all what I expected. California is. . . it’s quiet.”

Linda threw herself onto the pavement, kissing it as her squishy blue breasts squished against the ground. “I don’t care. We are just on the fucking ground.” She moaned a little. “I fucking never want to fly again.”

Rachel laughed as she stepped off the plane. “You do know you will have to fly again to get home.”

“NEVER!”

Christen laughed. “We don’t have to talk about this now. Let’s just focus on why we came here.” She sighed. “Now get up, Linda. We have to go before someone sees us.”

Rachel shrugged her arms. “I don’t see the problem here. We came here to investigate this virus, right? I am sure they would want all the help they can get.”

Linda snorted as she pushed herself to her feet. “Rachel, we are blueberries, and there is a blueberry virus. . .” She lowered her voice. “Or at least that is what they are saying.” Linda shook her head. “Anyways, we have to be careful. We don’t know who we can trust. We don’t know who will freak out over our appearance. You know how people acted around us back home. Well, expect things to be ten times worse here.” She sighed. “I have been a blueberry for much longer than you two. I remember the early days. People can get squirrely around you very easily.”

They walked out of the airfield. “Okay, but where do you expect us to go? California is a big place. I don’t think we can just hail a taxi.” Christen sighed. “Especially if they think we are causing a virus.”

Linda pointed at the nearby town. “We just walk there. I am sure we will find info there on this blueberry virus.” She rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Or, at the very least, the people trying to deal with it will find us. Not the outcome I want, but still, I want to give those losers a piece of my mind, trying to scare the world into saying that this is a virus.” She waddled forward. “Now come on. We are burning daylight.”

The walk towards the nearby town took them most of the morning. They were blueberries, after all, with juice flowing through their veins. Still, the exercise did help to get Christen’s juices working, and she assumed it was the same for her friends. Just as long as the singing blueberry juice inside of her didn’t start to bubble and cause her to swell. Christen didn’t want to add excessive exercise to the list of reasons why she turned into a big, immobile blue ball.

As they walked further into the town, they noticed how eerie and silent the place was.

“Hmm. I thought California would be. . .” Rachel tapped her finger on her round chin.

“Livelier?” Christen looked around at the skyscrapers. “Do you think they caught wind of us?”

Linda laughed. “How? We came on an unscheduled flight. That woman literally transformed into a plane so we could get here. How could they know we were coming?”

Christen gasped as she suddenly stepped into a puddle, only to realize it was blueberry juice. “Huh?” She took a few steps back and bumped into Rachel. “I umm. . .”

Linda bent down and looked at the juice puddle. “How odd.” She stuck her finger into it.

“Gross.” Rachel shivered. “Who knows how long that stuff has been sitting there.”

Linda stuck her finger in her mouth. “Not any kind of juice I have ever tasted.

Something about it. . . seems off.” She spat it out.

Christen crossed her arms. “I hope you don’t mean you know what other blueberry ladies’ juices taste like. That just seems. . . weird.”

Linda turned around and arched an eyebrow. “What? Am I not allowed to taste other berry girls’ juices? It was a long time ago, and we were. . . in an interesting time. Larry wasn’t really wanting to—”

Christen waved her arms. “I don’t want to hear about this.”

“Umm, guys.” Rachel twisted Christen around. “We have company.” They blinked their eyes to see half a dozen people in hazard suits walking up to them. “They emerged out of the buildings when you two were talking.”

Linda snorted and put her hands on her hips. “Now, seriously. This is a major overreaction. What do they seriously think is going to happen here? That if I wave my hand, they are going to turn blue?” When she did so, half of the people fell to their knees. “Oh, for Christ’s sake.” Linda took a step towards them. “We are NOT going to hurt you. We want to talk! We—”

One of the figures in a hazard suit shot a dart at Linda, hitting her in the neck. “Are you serious? You. . . you. . .” She blinked her eyes. “Ughhh. . .” She suddenly fell forward. “I. . .”

“Oh my god!” Rachel gasped. “They fucking hit her with a tranquilizer.”

“Huh?”

Rachel grabbed Christen’s arm. “I don’t have fucking time to explain. Just run!” The two berry girls turned and ran deeper into the city. Christen’s legs were already weak from the jaunt into town and having to carry her juicy weight, but now wasn’t the time for rest. Thankfully, a burst of adrenaline surged through her, making her juices sing as she and Rachel dashed away. The downside was she could feel those same juices press against the sides of her hips, threatening to cause her to expand.

“Come on!” Rachel pulled Christen into an alleyway. “Keep going.”

“This is insane. Who were those people?”

Rachel looked over her shoulder. “I don’t know. But I don’t see them.” She took a deep breath and leaned against the nearby wall, which was covered with blue sticky juice. “Ugh, I. . . fucking hell, that got me worked up.” Her boobs suddenly went up a cup size. “Why did they have to do that? What is going to happen to Linda?”

“Whoh. Calm down. We just had a shocking experience. We don’t need to add anxiety onto everything else.” Christen put her hands onto Rachel’s shoulders. “The last thing we need right now is to swell into helpless blueberries.”

“But it would be so nice. So, comforting.” Her hips swelled a few inches. “I. . . I don’t want to be taken like Linda was.”

Christen snorted. “That won’t happen to us. Now calm down.” She shook Rachel. “We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for your quick thinking. How did you know what those things were? How did you know what a tranquilizer was?”

“Huh?” Rachel sighed. “I had some medical training a while back. And well. . . I know a tranquilizer when I see it. Though I never thought I would see someone use it in such a fashion.” She took a deep breath. “I am calm now. I know as much as it would be comforting to be a giant blueberry, having all that juice warming my insides, that isn’t the thing we need right now. It would just make it easier for those people to find us. I don’t want to be taken like Linda was.”

“We will find Linda. Besides, I feel sorry for them. She is going to make them feel like crap for how they treat blueberries. You know how she is.”

Rachel laughed. “Ya. I guess you are right. Linda will be fine.”

Christen nodded her head. “Now come on. We have to do what she would want us to do. And that is to investigate this situation.” She pulled Rachel off the wall. “Those people were afraid of blueberries, so we need to find out why.” She looked at the juice-covered wall. “And I think if we keep heading in this direction, we can find the source of their fear.”

They continued on their way, heading further into the city. The smell of blueberries began to overwhelm even Christen’s senses. Like Linda had said before. Something seemed. . . off. She wasn’t sure if it was the blueberry juice that covered everything or just the eerie quiet, but this wasn’t at all like home.

“Hello there, beautiful. I don’t think I have seen your wonderful blue bodies juicing up these parts before.”

Christen turned to see a blue naked woman standing in the doorway to a flower shop, her nipples dripping with blueberry juice. “Hello. Are you one of the blueberries of this town? We would like to speak with you.”

The woman walked up to Christen and took a deep breath in. “Ahhhhhhh.

You two aren’t from around here. I can smell it.”

Rachel raised an eyebrow. “You can smell that we are not from around here?”

“Yes. Your juices. They are. . .” She moaned. “So pure.”

Christen laughed. “Umm, you can smell my juices? Who are you?”

“Oh, how rude of me.” The woman bowed. “My name is Nora. Nice to meet you two berries.” She giggled. “So, where do you hail from? Must be a wonderfully juicy town.” Nora moaned as she looked at Christen. “I mean, you are just ripe full of juice.”

“Umm. . .” Christen turned away. “We are just very far away.”

Rachel crossed her arms. “We wanted to know how you became blueberries.” She arched an eyebrow as Nora began to rub against Christen. “Are you okay?”

“Ohh, your hips are soo. . . full of juice.

Wonderful untapped juice.” Nora moaned. “You cute blueberries.”

Christen took a step back. “What is wrong with you?”

“Me?” Nora giggled. “Oh my. I can even see it in your eyes. You aren’t full berries.” She held her hand over her mouth and laughed. “You have juice in your bodies, and you are blue, but you aren’t blueberries. You never crossed that finish line. It’s why your juices smell so pure.” She moaned again. “You still have. . . have a bit. . . of. . . delicious. . .”

Rachel gulped. “I don’t know if I like this, Christen.”

Nora smiled at Rachel. “Aww, come now. You haven’t wanted to be a real blueberry?”

“I umm. . . well. . .”

Christen put her hands on her hips. “We are here to help you. And we are as real of blueberries as you have ever seen.” She snorted. “In fact, we are a part of a group that is fighting for berry women’s recognition in the public eye. So, people like you don’t have to just be taken advantage of in juicing complexes.”

“Ohhh. So, you are saying you could help us. . .” She moaned. “Help us get to meet more people?” Nora paced back and forth. “You really are. . . wonderful.”

“That isn’t what I. . .” Nora leaped at Christen, her tongue swimming in Christen’s mouth.

“What are you doing?” Rachel gasped.

Nora pulled away. “Mhhhm. I like the taste of out-of-town berries.” She licked her lips. “It makes me all juicy and ripe.” Blueberry juice dripped from her nipples.

Christen wiped the excess juice from her lips. “That was uncalled for. Now we do want to help but. . . but. .”

“Christen?”

Christen blinked her eyes. Her body suddenly felt a bit flushed. “I. . . I need to sit down.” Gurrgle. “Ughhh.”

Nora giggled. “Hmm, it seems the out-of-town berry might be. . . ripening.”

Rachel grabbed Nora and shook her. “What did you do?”

Nora moaned. “Ohh, shake me, baby. Shake me real good.”

Rachel pushed Nora away. “Come on, Christen. We will find someone else we can talk to who isn’t so juice crazed. Christen?”

“Ughh. . .” She rubbed her hips. “Everything feels sooo. . . soo. . .” She moaned.

“Rachel. I. . .”

Rachels’s eyes widened as Christen’s breasts suddenly swelled two cup sizes. “Holy fuck. Are you okay?”

“Soo juicy.”

Nora laughed at them. “Your blueberry friend is going to need some help. Such a loving explosion of juice in her system. But. . .” She turned around. “What does a crazy blueberry like me know.” She whistled as she walked away.

Christen fell to her knees, feeling the warmth permeating her body. Her juices were on fire. She had been a blueberry for almost two years but never felt anything like this.

“Wait!” She moaned. “What do you. . . know. . . about this?”

Nora turned her head and smiled. “Hmm. I could offer my services. But. . . you have to do every little thing I say.” She waved her finger back and forth. “Because the more you fight, the worse it’s going to be for you, my little berry friend.”

Christen moaned. “What are you. . . ohhhh. . .” She shook her head. The edges of her vision were starting to turn blue. “Ughhhh. . . talking about?”

Nora walked over and rubbed Christen’s right cheek. “You are getting the real blueberry treatment now. Nothing of that silly fake berry life.” She looked over at Rachel and snorted. “But if you don’t want to be consumed, you will have to do something.” She squeezed Christen’s cheek as Christen moaned. “You can feel it building inside of you, can’t you? The primal juices? You won’t be who you were at the end of this.”

Rachel shoved Nora. “You planned this.”

Nora giggled. “So what? I wanted to see what would happen if one of you. . . pure berries. . . got a taste of our side of life.”

“It’s okay. . . Rachel. . .” Christen took a deep breath. “We can’t. . . help them. . . until we. . . understand them.”

“But.” Rachel looked into Christen’s eyes as they began to flash blue. “What about Landon?”

Nora’s eyes widened. “Landon? Ohhh who is that?”

“I. . . my. . . lover.” Christen moaned, her juices bubbling inside her body. “Ohhh I feel soo ripe.” She suddenly grabbed her right breast. “Ughhh.”

“That is, it, honey. Let it out.” Nora giggled. “Can’t have that juice all pent up inside of you.”

“But. . .” Christen’s eyes flashed blue again. “Ughhh. . .”

Rachel stood between Christen and Nora. “Okay, that is enough. You are going to make her swell at this rate.”

Nora arched an eyebrow. “You don’t know anything about blueberries, do you, honey? She is already swelling. I can smell those juices working inside her. If you don’t let me help her. . .” Nora shivered. “Your friend could be in some very juicy trouble.”

Christen moaned, her eyes now glowing blue. “Ohhhh.” Her ass suddenly widened. “Ohhh. . .”

“You see, my dear. She is experiencing what it is really like to be a blueberry. But all that juice in her. . .” Nora’s finger swayed back and forth. “It can really go to your head. Well, that and it can expand your body to insane, lovable proportions. But. . .” Nora shrugged. “If left unchecked, she could just become a blueberry in more than one sense of the word.”

“WHAT!”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. Some of us wanted to become giant blueberries. To just feel the juice sending lovely juice-filled sensations of joy through us all the time. But. . .” Nora grabbed Rachel’s cheek and shook it. “But we do understand that the juicing’s are so lovable as well. There is a balance to our lives.”

“You aren’t making any sense.”

Nora pushed Rachel to the side. “We are creatures of desire. We want to swell. We want to be juiced.” She licked her lips. “You might get to experience this one day, but for now, I will let you be. Your friend. . . well. . . she needs a wonderful juicing.” Nora moaned. “An oh so wonderful. . .”

Rachel took a few steps back. “Um. . .”

Nora suddenly jumped onto Christen’s, whose juicy frame was widening by the second. “Well, my dear ripening blueberry. It’s time.”

“Soo. . . soo full.” Cristen moaned. “I don’t know if I can handle this.” Blueberry juice squirted out of her nipples as her belly pushed Nora up. “Everything feels. . . so sensitive. . . soo good. . .”

Nora rubbed Christen’s swelling curves. “You are starting to understand what being a blueberry is really about. Your juice is removing those silly human features and stuff you were holding on to.” She kissed Christen. “You are becoming the blueberry you were always meant to be.”

“But. . . I. . . swelling. . . immobile. . .”

“You are ripening up. That is true.” She squeezed Christen’s nipple, causing Christen to cry out in joy. “But you don’t need to fret.” Nora’s eyes flashed blue. “You fellow blueberry is here to help you with. . . your juicy needs.”

She bent down and sucked at Christen’s nipple. “Mhhhm. You taste better than I thought.”

Rachel pulled at her hair. “You can’t seriously call this juicing?”

Nora looked at the young blueberry. “I know what I am doing. And unless you want your friend to become a big, helpless blueberry, I suggest you stay out of this.” She turned her attention back to Christen. “You don’t want to be a big, helpless blueberry, do you?” She caressed Christen. “That could be fun, but. . . juicing you would be so much more pleasurable.”

She squeezed Christen’s sides.

Christen moaned. Her juices were on fire. She had never felt this way before. “Ohhhh.”

“That is right. Let it out.” Nora kissed Christen. “I know it’s a lot, but you can do it. You can be a good true berry.” She pressed down hard on Christen’s blue breasts, blueberry juice squirting out. Despite Christen swelling up, she seemed to feel better. Her rounding frame was slowing down. She could feel the pressure inside of her subsiding.

Nora hugged her. “That is right, darling. Who is a good blueberry?” She rubbed her breasts against her? Who?”

Christen moaned. “I. . . I am?” Nora squeezed some more juice out of Christen. “I am!” Her swelling stopped, and now she was slowly shrinking; her juices stabilized. She felt at ease. Her eyes were no longer glowing. It took some time, but Nora slowly worked the juice out of her. It was a lovely embrace, the strange woman’s warm, hot lips pressing against her body. When it was all over, Christen giggled and looked up at Nora. “That was. . . amazing.”

Nora smiled as she pushed herself off of Christen, their juices covering the street. “It always is.” She looked at Rachel. “So, do you want to take the plunge into becoming a real berry, my dear?”

Rachel snorted. “I am a real blueberry.”

Christen moaned as she stood up. “Wow. I am. . . I am thin.” She rubbed her body, feeling her curves. “I feel so in control of my juices.”

Nora giggled. “I don’t know how it worked before, but you should feel a bit better now.

Though you will have some juicing cravings now and again.” Nora’s eyes flashed. “But you know now what to do. If you can’t find a blueberry to help. Other people to help you are just as good. Then they can become one of us.”

Rachel snorted. “No wonder people think this is a virus.”

Christen giggled. “It’s fine. I think people just got things a bit confused.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “I just. . . I am just a bit more in touch with my juicy side, that’s all.

I can keep things under control. I might just have to. . . have you juice me. Landon, juice me.” She moaned. “I mean, if I get ripe, you would.”

“Oh god, are you going to start talking differently now?”

“Noo. Of course not.” Christen blushed. “I don’t know. I don’t think so.” She rubbed the back of her head. “Ugh, this is a bit odd.”

Nora patted Christen on the back. “You will get used to it. Besides, you can help us spread this juicy wonder to the rest of the good people.”

“Huh?” Christen blinked her eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“Didn’t I make it clear before? We want to share this juiciness with the world.” Nora’s eyes flashed blue. “Everyone should enjoy being big, blue, and ripe!”

Christen gulped. “What did we get ourselves into?”