Fruity Rain p2

Fruity Rain p2.

Rachel backed towards the door. “I. . .what am I supposed to do?” She looked at Mona’s green swelling hips. “We have a crisis on our hands.”

Mona paced back and forth as her pants became tighter and tighter around her body. “I don’t know. But we need to think fast before I end up like Jackey.” She looked at the giant red ball sitting in the middle of the room, red cherry juice squirting out of her nipples.

Jackey giggled. “Ohh, don’t you fret so much.” She jiggled her body, cherry juice squirting onto the carpet. “It is fun. You will love it.”

Mona crossed her arms. “But you can’t move anymore.” She walked up and slapped Jackey on the side. “You are so full of juice that you are round and look like a cherry. Those massive boobs of yours aren’t helping. In fact, I think you are slowly becoming nothing but boobs and a head. How much more cherry like can you get?”

Jackey smiled. “Bring it on.” Gurrgle.

“I. . .” Shrrippp.  Mona looked down to see her hips tear her pants apart. “Ughh.” She squeezed her thighs. “My butt is getting gigantic.”

Rachel laughed. “Ya. You are reminding me of a pear.”

Mona turned around, her butt knocking a lamp to the ground. “Hey. Don’t say anything that might influence the juices inside of me to become reality.” Blomp.  She widened her stance as juice rushed to her ass, causing it to grow a few inches in mere moments and pressing against the nearby table. “Holy crap.” She rubbed her ass. “That was a lot of juice at once.”

Rachel ran her fingers through her hair. “What am I going to do? My friends are turning into fruit?” She looked out the window. “I can’t go back out there, though. Something is up with that rain.” She gulped. “And it might just be a matter of time until I become juicy just like them.”

Mona groaned. “It is getting hard for me to move here.” Her legs rubbed together as she walked towards Rachel. “I feel like I have a swimming pool’s worth of juice in my butt and hips.” She moaned. “Ohh god, this is soo overwhelming. I. . .” She wiped the sweat from her forehead. “I need a minute here.”

Rachel put her hands on Mona’s big juicy hips. “Come on, focus. Mona!” Blort!

“Hey!”

Mona giggled. “Ohhh, that feels nice. Rub me a little lower, please.”

“What?”

Mona grabbed Rachel’s hand. “I said, rub me a little lower, honey.” Mona took a deep breath. “This is ohh so overwhelming, and it would help me to relax.”

Rachel took a deep breath and looked at Mona’s giant round butt. “So, I rub here?” She put her hands on Mona’s butt as Mona’s legs slowly melded together. “Does this make you feel any better?”

“Ohhh, yes.” Mona moaned the juices inside of her bubbling.  Gurrgle. Glrop.

“Keep it up.” Slowly her torso began to swell up and outward. “Ohhhh. That feels so much better. Ahhh.”

Rachel shook her head. “I think I am just making the swelling worse. You are growing faster.”

Mona nodded her head. “Yes. I am turning into a pear. A big juicy, wonderful pear.” Juice filled her breasts. “Now, keep it up. And maybe soon you can swell into something yourself.”

Jackey giggled. “Yes. Rachel needs to get a bit juicy. She is missing out.”

Mona laughed. “I know, right.” Mona squeezed her boobs. “I was a bit worried initially, but this is so magical. My butt. It is so. . . ohhhh.” She stretched her arms out wide. “My butt is my personal wonderland. Every minute I feel a new sensation that rocks my glorious booty, and I just. . . it makes me feel so fruity.” Her shirt slowly turned green as juice leaked from her nipples. “Ohh, Rachel, you are missing out.”

Rachel crossed her arms. “I highly doubt that. You both have lost your minds. As soon as this rain lets up, I am going to get you two some help.”

Mona twisted around. “Awww.” She bent over and grabbed Rachel by the cheek. “You are cute when you try to be stubborn.”

“Hey!” Rachel swatted Mona’s green hand away. “I am the only one with my senses left.” She leaned back against something squishy. “I am not. I repeat, I am not going to swell into a giant fruit.” Rachel’s eyes widened as she realized she was leaning against one of Jackey’s giant cherry boobs. “Opps. I didn’t.” She jumped to her feet and backed against Mona’s big green body. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.”

Jackey smiled as she took a deep breath. “Ohhh, come back. That felt good” She took on a darker shade of red. “Come on and rub me for a bit, Rachel.”

Mona’s face turned bright green. “No. I called her first. While she still can, she is going to stimulate my juices, not yours. Besides, you are already ripe. I’m not. I need her.”

“You need her? You don’t know how it feels to be so. . .” Jackey moaned, juice pouring out of her boobs. “Soo ripe. I can’t feel my arms anymore. Maybe they sunk into my body. But I just want her to give me a good squeeze. Ohhh.”

“Why can’t she give my big pear butt a good squeeze?” Glorp. “Ohhhh.” Mona’s arms slowly separated as her body swelled, her shirt torn apart, and her swelling boobs pressed against her bra. “I. . . ohhh.”

Rachel gulped. “I. . .” She sat down in between her giant fruity friends. “I don’t know what to do.” She took a deep breath. “I just. . .huh?” She held her hand in front of her face noticing a tiny blue dot on the back of her palm. “Am I imagining that or. . .” Her eyes widened as the blue dot expanded on her hand. “No. I’m not. I am turning into a fruit too.”

Mona turned her head as it brushed against the ceiling. “Ohh, let me see.” Flomp.

Her butt swelled a few inches again, pushing the couch against the wall. “And while you are at it, move some of this icky furniture into the next room, will you. Give us room to swell.”

Jackey giggled. “Ya. I think there is a desk or something in between my bosom.”

Rachel jumped to her feet, her face bright blue. “I am not going to give you two room to swell.”

Jackey gasped. “Ohhhh. Look at that blue face. Someone is going to be a blueberry.”

Rachel crossed her arms. “I am not. You are seeing things in your fruity ecstasy.” Gurrgule.  Rachel held her hand over her belly. “That doesn’t mean anything either. I had a lot to eat before we went for our run today. I. . .” Gurrggle. “I feel kind of full all of a sudden.” She looked down at her stomach and gasped as her waistline expanded. “Ohh my!” She moaned as the juices in her body overwhelmed her senses. “I feel sooo weird.” Blort. Shrripppp.

Rachel grabbed her ass as a massive hole appeared in her pants. “Ohhh fuck!” Her cheeks turned dark purple as she turned her head. “My butt is soo big. I will not be able to fit into any of my clothes anymore.”

Mona laughed. “Oh, how cute. You think you are going to be able to wear clothes.” Her bra snapped off her body. “Just accept it, honey. You are a blueberry now. I suggest taking those silly clothes off while you can.”

Jackey nodded her head. “Ya. Unless you like silly tight things pressing against your juicy skin.” She sighed. “Then again, that is an experience you just can’t beat. You know what? Keep them on, Rachel. You will love the feeling of every strand bursting off your body.”

“Burst off my body?” Rachel took a deep breath. “Well, I. . .” Glrop.

Her belly thrust outward with a surge of blueberry juice. “Ohhh. . .” She fell backward onto Mona’s cushiony pear ass. “That was overwhelming.” Blort. Her boobs almost doubled in size as blueberry juice surged within them. “Ohhhh.” She smiled. “That kind of felt nice.” She jiggled her body, moaning as her boobs rubbed against each other. “The juice really knows where to go. Ohhhh.” She took a deep breath as her hands squeezed Mona’s ass. “And it makes my body sing.” Her shirt turned blue as juice seeped from her breasts. “I. . . don’t know if I can contain it all. Ohhhhh. . .”

Mona shivered. “I love the way your blueberry hands squeeze me, Rachel. Ohhhhh yesss.”

Rachel blinked her blue eyes. “I was. . .” She gulped as she pushed herself up, her hips, belly, and back big and wide with blueberry juice. “I got a bit out of control there. But I still need to focus on helping us.” She rubbed her thick thighs together. “Before it’s too late.”

Jackey laughed. “She still wants to “help” us, Mona. I give it five minutes tops.”

Mona laughed. “I give it two. She is getting juicy fast.”

Rachel crossed her arms against her squishy breasts. “I am not going to let my juices. . .” She moaned, rubbing her stubby arms against her swollen breasts. “I. . . ohhh fuck.” Shrrrippp. Her boobs tore open her shirt, causing her eyes to roll into her head. “I. . . ohhh god. My boobs are so sensitive. Soo much juice.”

Mona smiled. “Well, I won the bet.”

Jackey slammed one of her boobs on the ground. “Darn!”

Rachel leaned against Mona. “Ohhh, baby. I don’t know why I was so worried before.” Shrripppp. Flomp. Her rear end tore through her pants, exposing her big blueberry butt. “I. . . ohhhh. . . love being a blueberry.” Her nipples hardened, rubbing against her bra. “If only there was someone to rub me down. To water me.” She moaned as her nipples tore through her bra. “To tend to my blueberry needs.”

Mona moaned. “Why did you have to bring that up?”

“Ya.” Jackey’s body turned dark red. “Who is going to take care of us?”

Rachel stepped towards Jackey, the juices in her body rippling as her thunderous footstep struck the ground. “I am sure we will find someone. We just have to wait. Whohhh!” Rachel’s arms flung around and around as her stubby legs struggled to keep her upright.

“Ughhh. I. . . I. . .”  Gurrgle. Blort.  With a surge of juice rushing to her boobs, Rachel fell forward, squishing in between Jackey’s twin cherry boobs. “Ouff.” She giggled.

“It’s so warm in here.”

“You feel nice and warm yourself.” Jackey used the juices inside her body to press Rachel closer to her. “What a nice little blueberry.”

Blueberry juice squirted onto Jackey’s body. “Ohhh myyy.” Rachel closed her eyes, no longer able to hold the berry part of herself back. “Yesss.” Flomp.  The rest of her clothing snapped off her body as juice shot out of her body. “Ahhhhh.” Rachel’s arms shuddered as they sank into her thick round blue body. “This feels soo nice.”

There was a sudden knock at the door. “Hello? Is anyone home?”

Mona giggled. “No one but a pear, cherry, and blueberry, darling.”

The house’s front door suddenly swung open, and a man in a strange outfit stood in the doorway. “Oh, my god.”

Another young man gulped. “This is not what I expected at all, Terry.”

Rachel turned her head. “Ohh? Do we have cute guests?”

Quinten approached Rachel, running his hand across her big blue butt. “Give me a moment.” He pressed a strange scanner against her body, causing Rachel to giggle. “Holy crap, the readings are off the charts. I think the missing juice is somehow in them.”

Terry crossed his arms. “That is impossible. We lost that shit in the river. So how did it end up in these three?”

Quinten turned around and shrugged. “I don’t know. But they are showing high concentrations of the juice shipments that you dumped into the river.”

Terry narrowed his eyes. “Me? You are the one. . .”

Mona laughed. “Boys. Don’t fight. Instead, why don’t you relax with one of us.”

Jackey giggled. “Yes. Lay down in between my cherry bosom.”

Terry crossed his arms. “Well, we need to get them back to the processing plant.

Otherwise, the boss is going to kill us.”

Quinten leaned against Mona, the giant green pear squealing in joy. “And then what? Are we going to juice them?”

Terry shrugged. “I mean, why not?”

They both looked at the three fruity women. “Well.” Quinten rubbed his hands together. “We better start rolling them back to the lab.”