Stay with the Group

Stay with the Group.

Lyn rubbed her eyes. “Ugh, why did we have to come here again?”

“Because you signed up for it as part of the community service program.” Amy leaned against the post and smiled at her. “I mean, it isn’t so bad. Fresh open air. Blue skies.”

“The smell of manure.” Lyn snorted. “At least, I hope that is what the smell is. We are on a farm, after all.”

Amy giggled. “All I smell is blueberries. Though I guess a little manure here and there might help in the growing process.” She jumped to her feet. “Now stop looking so down and enjoy yourself.”

“Right. . .”

“Okay, everyone.” A man in a jacket walked to the head of a small crowd. “I thank you all for joining us for our monthly community service group. And so does Mr. Grayson.” The elderly gentleman took a small bow. “Today, you will be helping out on one of the largest blueberry farms in the state, maybe even the country.”

Mr. Grayson laughed. “Don’t flatter us. The country? We wish.”

“Well, even so, if this farm wasn’t around, there wouldn’t be any blueberry products for us to enjoy. And as part of the community service project, we are all here to pitch in.” He turned to Mr. Grayson. “So just give us our orders, and we will see them done.” He smiled at the others. “I will see you all later. Good luck and listen to Mr. Grayson.” He took a bow before walking away.

Mr. Grayson chucked as he walked to the head of the small group. “Well, I am happy to have the help. I have one big rule, though. Stay away from the blueberry fields. That is for the workers only. And don’t eat anything that we don’t approve for you either.” He narrowed his eyes. “Do you youngins understand?”

Lyn arched an eyebrow. “What is talking about?”

“I don’t know.” Amy laughed. “Good thing I brought my own lunch. I don’t need some old geezer to approve my food.”

“Right. . .”

“Okay, everyone.” The two girls snapped their attention back to the old man. “I know it doesn’t sound fun, but your job for the day will be helping to package our blueberries into the cans and bags before they are shipped out.”

“Ughhh.”

“Gross.”

“That is fucking boring.”

Mr. Grayson slammed his hand against the post. “You all listen here. Packaging up the blueberry products is a prestigious job around here. You are all lucky to have it.” He snorted.

“Don’t make me regret giving it to you.” He pointed at a nearby barn. “Now, head in there and meet up with Brian. He will give you further instructions.”

The others groaned as they walked toward the barn. “This is bull shit.”

“Ya. I wish we could have gone and worked at the hospital. That would have been fun.” They all laughed.

Lyn grabbed Amy’s arm. “Hey, what are you doing?”

“Keep your voice down.” She pulled Amy behind the barn. “Good, no one saw us.”

“You know we need to keep with the others, Lyn. We could get into a lot of trouble!”

Lyn crossed her arms, arching an eyebrow as she stared at the younger lady. “I don’t really care. I want to do something exciting, not put random blueberry products into fucking crates. I know this is community service, but that just seems extra fucking boring!”

“But. . .”

Lyn put her fingers to her friend’s lips. “Come on. There has to be something fun around this place. Don’t you want to go and find it?”

“But that Mr. Grayson fellow said we should stay away from the blueberry fields. And this place is mostly blueberry fields. Where are we going to go?”

Lyn laughed. “When did we ever listen to people like that, hmm?” She turned her head and looked at the nearby fence. “Besides, I really want to know why we can’t go out there.” She grabbed Amy’s arm. “Come on!”

“Hey!” Amy gulped. “I hope you know what you are doing.”

Lyn walked up to the gate. “Of course, I do. When have I ever steered you wrong?” She tapped the wooden gate with her finger. “Locked tight. But good thing they didn’t expect people to just. . .” She vaulted over it. “Hehe. There. Not so bad.” She dusted herself off and looked back at Amy. “Well, are you coming?”

“I umm. . .”

She put her hands on her hips. “Come on! This is going to be ten times more fun than whatever they are up to in that barn. Now let’s get a fucking move on!”

Amy slowly made her way across the gate, stumbling momentarily before falling onto her face on the other side. “Oww.”

Lyn giggled. “Well, we are off to a great start, don’t you think?” She extended out her hand. “Now come on. We are burning daylight.”

“What are you talking about?” She took Lyn’s hand and grunted as Lyn helped Amy to her feet. “It is barely past noon.”

“Well, we have an entire farm to explore. It will take ages, you know that, right?” Amy’s eyes widened. “Well, maybe not ages, but you know.” Lyn giggled as they made their way into the blueberry field rows. “Still, I really want to know what is going on here. Especially after Mr. Grayson got a bit. . . secretive back there.” She rubbed her hands together. “We could find out something very juicy about our state’s blueberry production. Imagine, what story could we go back and write about?”

“You always think there is some kind of conspiracy when we go to these places, Lyn. It is just a blueberry farm. What could be the big deal.” Amy grabbed a blueberry off one of the nearby bushes. “Besides, when have you ever been right? Hmm?” She began to munch on the berry.

“I umm. . . I was almost right about the museum charging people on the side. They say they are free, but they really aren’t, are they!”

Amy rolled her eyes. “A vending machine isn’t some master plan to steal your money, Lyn.”

“I never said it was.” Lyn arched an eyebrow. “Did you notice that sign before?”

“What sign?” She moaned. “Oh god, these blueberries are fucking delicious. . .” She licked her lips. “You have to try one.”

“One second, Amy. I want to—”

Amy turned around and plucked another blueberry from the bush. “No, really.

Try one!”

Lyn laughed. “Okay, okay.” She took one out of Amy’s hand. “Only if it will let me read that sign.” Amy nodded her head. “Good.” She tossed it into her mouth, her tastebuds instantly exploding. “Holy fuck! I have never tasted blueberries this good.” She moaned. “It doesn’t just taste like fucking berries.”

“I know right! It is like a party in my mouth. Steak! Pizza. Soda. What don’t these things do?”

“Quick, get some more!” Amy did as she was told. “We have to bring them back for the others.”

“Why?” Amy licked her lips. “We have an entire field to ourselves and hours until we have to go back.” She giggled. “We can just enjoy ourselves.” She began to go down the row, picking more blueberries. “Come on. We should get more. Not only for now, but for weeks to come.”

Lyn took a moment to gaze at the sign. “But I. . .” She shook her head. “I am coming.

Just give me a second to read what is on this sign.” She picked another blueberry and tossed it into her mouth as she read. “To our valued employees. Please refrain from eating the blueberries. They are just for show for any inspectors that come to check out the farm. You all know what would happen to you if you decide to eat our wonderful blueberries before they are processed. I am sure you don’t want to become part of the blueberry-making family, now, do you? So DO NOT EAT!”

“Umm, what the hell does that mean?” She swallowed another blueberry. “Hmm, strange.”

“Oh my god, you are still back here.” Amy rushed up to Lyn. “Seriously, and you call me slow.”

Lyn blinked her eyes. “Umm, Amy. . .”

“Do I really have to go and get all these wonderful blueberries on my own? Because if I do, I will eat them all on my own, you know. I don’t need your help.” She put her hands on her hips.

“Amy. . .” Lyn gasped as she watched her friend’s face turn blue. “You umm. . . got something on your face.”

“Oh, I do?” She used her shirt to wipe away what she thought was blueberry juice around her lips. “Did I get it?”

Lyn gulped as her neck turned blue. “No. No, you did not.”

“Well, could you pass me a napkin or something then? Then I could clean up for more—”

“Amy, you are fucking blue. Blue, you hear me!” Lyn took a step back. “Is this what the sign meant by don’t eat? Just what is happening?”

“What are you talking about? I am not blue.” She ate some more blueberries. “I feel perfectly fine.”

Lyn gulped as she watched her friend slowly turn blue. “You don’t. . . you know what. Stay here and enjoy those blueberries. I am going to go and. . . get some more. Okay.”

She turned around. “Just stay right here.”

“Now you are talking.”

Lyn hurried off. “Just don’t move your blue ass.”

“Huh?” Amy looked at her hands. “Oh my god! What happened to me! Lyn!”

Lyn stopped in her tracks. “You have been turning blue from the blueberries.” Amy dropped the berries at once. “I was trying to tell you, but you wouldn’t listen.”

“But that is insane. Blueberries can’t do this.” She pointed at Lyn. Your nose.

You are turning blue, too.”

Lyn rubbed her nose. “Well fuck. This is just great.”

“I knew we should have stayed with the group. This is your fault!” Amy snorted. “We are going to get into so much trouble for this!”

Lyn waved her hands about. “Now, stay calm. We are going to be fine.” She paced back and forth. “Now then. I am sure it’s just some kind of allergic reaction. If we go back and talk to Mr. Grayson, he can give us the antidote or something to deal with it. No big deal.”

She laughed. “So, let’s get going. Amy?”

Amy rubbed her belly. “It isn’t just blue skin.” She pointed at her swollen belly. “Something else is going on.”

Lyn took a step back. “Maybe you are just bloated from all the blueberries you ate?”

Amy shook her head. “I don’t think so.” She moaned. “Lyn, what is going to happen to us?”

Lyn shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. But we can’t tell anyone, okay. We would get into so much trouble. Not only for sneaking off but. . .” Gurrgle. “Ughh.” She moaned and grabbed her stomach. “But for this whole mess.”

“But just a moment ago, you said, let’s go and talk to Mr. Grayson.”

Lyn threw her arms to the side. “That was before you started swelling!” Lyn gulped as she looked at Amy’s hips, which were now stretching her jeans out. “Ughh, this is just great. We could get thrown off the community service project for this.” She pulled at her long, dark hair. “Why did we have to do this?”

“You were the one who said we should go off on our own! It would be soooo fun!”

“You could have talked me out of it!” Gugggle.  Lyn moaned as she felt her insides bubble. “Ohh, god.” She took a deep breath. “I can feel everything inside of me churning.” She rubbed her belly. “I can really taste the blueberry juice now.”

“You? It is all I can taste. I feel it swimming inside my gut.” Amy pressed down on her squishy waistline. “Screw it. I am not sticking around here. We need help, Lyn. Look, you are swelling, too. Your ass is plumping up!”

Lyn gasped as she looked at her rear end. “Fuck!” Gurrgle. Blort! “What?” She grabbed her ass, moaning as to how squishy and sensitive it was. “Amy! What are we going to do!”

Amy started walking, her blue hips swaying back and forth. “We are going to get help, that is what!”

“But. . .” Lyn gulped. “But look at us.” She hurried to catch up with her friend. “We are lost in the middle of a blueberry farm while swelling into. . .” She threw her hands into the air. “Fucking blueberries. How are we supposed to find anyone before we just succumb to our fate.” She gasped as a massive tear ripped open on her pants, revealing her blue ass to the world. “Oh god! Why is all the juice going to my rear end!”

“Keep going! We can’t stop for anything.”

“Easy for you to say.” Lyn snorted. “Your clothing isn’t exposing your sensitive areas.”

Amy cried out. “Ahhhhh!”

“What!” Lyn ran up, her ass jiggling about. “Are you okay?”

“My boobs just doubled in size.” She moaned. “This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.”

“Is that all?” Lyn laughed as her belly pressed against her blouse. “And I thought you were hurt!”

Amy gave Lyn a death stare. “My shirt ripped, Lyn. People are going to see my fucking blue breasts!”

“Amy, people will be able to see my ass. We have bigger things to worry about right now. If you don’t want to be stuck in the middle of this field as a giant blueberry, then I suggest you get a move on!”

“Right. I. . .” She wobbled about on her swollen legs. “We do need to get moving. I was just a bit. . . this is all a bit much.”

Lyn put her hand on Amy’s shoulder. “It’s fine. We will find someone and get this juice out of our system. Don’t worry. Now come on.” Their swollen bellies pressed against one another. “We can’t just stay here and ripen, can we?”

Amy nodded her head. “I am not spending the rest of my life as some giant blueberry.

Let’s fucking go!” She turned around only to stumble about. “Ugh, I am so fucking heavy. Whoh.” Her legs suddenly spit apart, her pants giving out as she fell onto her swollen chest.

“Fuck!”

“Amy!” Lyn rushed forward, trying to help her friend back up, but Amy pulled Lyn onto the ground. “Hey!” Lyn moaned, trying to push herself back up, but she found herself too heavy to get much more than a few inches. “Great. Now we are both stuck.” She moaned as her blouse slowly stretched out, the buttons slowly popping off.

“It isn’t my fault. I just. . .” Amy took a deep breath as her shirt ripped apart. “I couldn’t stand one moment longer.”

“You didn’t have to pull me down with you. Now we are both fucked.” Another button snapped off Lyn’s body. “They are so going to kill us when they find us.”

“I wouldn’t say kill.” The two girls turned to see Mr. Grayson looking down at them. “I was wondering where you two went.”

Amy gulped. “We are so sorry.” Her cheeks puffed up with blueberry juice. “It was all Lyn’s idea. I swear.”

Lyn sneered at Amy. “What are you talking about!”

Mr. Grayson put his foot on Lyn’s swollen body. “I don’t care whose idea it was.

You both decided to try our unprocessed blueberries and for that, you both are not going anywhere.”

“WHAT!” Both the blueberry girls spoke out in unison.

Mr. Grason laughed as he removed his hat. “What? Did you really expect that you could leave when you broke our rules like this? Besides, you found out what this farm really is about.” He rubbed Lyn’s ass. “And we can’t have you leaving just yet. You are now a part of the family here. You are going to stay until you work things off.” He smiled at the two girls. “And trust me. Blueberry girls like you have a massive debt to pay off. So much juice you are going to have to produce for us.” He laughed. “Now, wait right here. I am going to have a talk with your community service leader person.” He scratched at the back of his head. “There are so many blasted groups that come through here I can’t keep their damn titles straight. But I am telling him you are taking extended work time with us. I am also going to send a crew to fetch you.”

He laughed as he walked away.

“This is your fault.” Amy slapped Lyn with her plump arm.

“Mine?”

“Yes. We wouldn’t be blueberries on some fruity farm if you hadn’t snuck away from the group!”

“You didn’t have to listen to me.” Lyn snorted. “Besides. We might like being blueberries.”

Amy turned her head. “Well, considering how things have gone so far, I highly doubt it!”