A Very Berry Date

A Very Berry Date.

“Your famous Christen!” Lorelai rested her arms on her enlarged cherry breasts.

“Look at how you are blowing up on Buzzfeed!”

Christen sighed as she stared at her friend over the computer monitor. “Did you really have to use blowing up?”

Lorelai laughed. “What is wrong with that? Your news feed of you swelling up like a blueberry went viral. You are a hit.”

Christen slid her hands into her skin-tight jeans. “I didn’t exactly want to light the world on fire for being a blueberry, though.”

Lorelai giggled. “Well, you did such a good job. And you got that horrible news caster taken off the air. I even hear he is going to trial for making his old reporter pop now.” She crossed her arms. “Such a horrible thing. Causing that poor lady to swell to the point that she just blew up. But hey. Just think, Christen. You did another good thing. You fought for blueberries everywhere. You are a hero.”

“Ya, I did rip those worms a new one, didn’t I.” Christen sighed. “I just don’t know where to go from here.”

“What do you mean?”

Christen sat back, her big blue hips causing her swivel chair to groan under her juicy weight. “Well, I do know there is a cure out there, but it only takes the blueberry out of you temporarily. It won’t keep you from swelling back up. My job prospects are still limited. And I don’t know if I have the money to keep buying the cure over and over again.” Her eyes drifted towards the ceiling. “Even if I would enjoy that. The juicing process from the cure is so. . . enjoyable. I would talk about it, but it is just so dirty.” She giggled.

“Well, that sounds fun.”

Christen smiled. “It was enjoyable. My only issue is it wasn’t a true cure.” She sighed.

“Ah, well. I guess it means I can go through the process again. But I also wonder how I will eventually find love. I mean, I am a big ole blueberry now. What will people think?”

Lorelai laughed. “Oh, trust me. You needn’t be so worried, Christen. You will find someone who loves you for your big blue self.”

Christen shook her head. “I just. . . don’t know.”

Lorelai sat forward. “Don’t doubt yourself. Take it from your big juicy cherry friend. You will find someone.”

Another voice drifted over the monitor. “Hey, Lorelai. Are you almost finished?”

Lorelai blushed as she turned her head. “Almost. Give me two more minutes.” She turned back to Christen. “I have to go. I hope you have good rest of your day. Stay juicy.”

The screen suddenly went dark.

Christen sighed. “Is it just me, or is Lorelai a bit different than she was last time we talked?” Christen slowly stood up.  Sloosh. “I know she swelled into a cherry, but I don’t remember her being so. . . springy.” Gurrgle. “Hmm. Maybe I should look into getting that cure again.” She rubbed her hips. “I think I might go full-on massive round blueberry soon. My juices have been bubbling all day, and I have even felt some juice leaking from my nipples.” Christen moaned. “I just feel so very ripe today.”

Before she could turn around to leave the room, the phone on her desk vibrated. “Who could be calling me at this late hour.” She picked up the phone. “I don’t recognize the number. It better not be a scam call.” Christen raised the phone to her ear.  Blort. “Hello?”

“Hi. Is this Christen. The Christen from the news?”

She narrowed her eyes as her stomach vibrated. Gurrrglge. “And who is this?” She shivered. “How did you get this number.”

“My name is Landon. And I hope I am not overstepping any bounds. Lorelai gave me this number.”

Christen arched an eyebrow. “Oh, did she now?”

“Yes. I hope this doesn’t sound odd, but I was hoping to take you out to dinner?”

“Huh?” Bloorrtttt.

“Is everything alright? I did want to say I am not asking just because I saw you on television.”

Christen gulped as she pressed against her swelling stomach. “Yes. It’s just I am having a bit of trouble with my food right now.” She gulped. “You know. Blueberries.”

“That sounds fun. Anyways I did say we met briefly once. At Morty’s Wedding.”

Christen scratched at her head. “That was three years ago. And I was drunk out of my mind.” She giggled. “I hope he can forgive me for singing out of tune and puking at his wedding.”

“Oh, Bess made a much bigger fool out of herself that night. Morty has a bigger beef with her than you. Don’t worry.” Landon laughed. “So, what do you say. Do you want to go out tonight?”

“Tonight?” Christen looked at the clock on the wall. “It is already six.”

“Ya? I mean, I am a bit of a night owl, so this is early for me. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh?” She scratched at her blue hips as they stretched her pants out. “So, when were you thinking?”

“How does nine thirty sound? I know this cute little seaside restaurant. It has a drive-in theater right by it. It would be. . .”

Christen looked at her expanding figure. “Nine thirty, you say? I...” She gulped.

“I will be there.” Her round blue body ripped her pants apart. “I will make sure of it.”

“Cool. Meet me at the Seaside Inn. Sure, it’s called an inn, but they just have the best food and, of course, the movie theater next door. You will love it. I will see you in a few hours.”

Christen nodded her head. “You too.” Gurrggle. She slammed her belly as her belly button popped out. “I have to go now. I have to find something to wear.” Blueberry juice dripped from her nipples. “Bye.”

“Bye.” Landon hung up.

“Shit!” Christen slammed her phone against her big squishy body as her shirt slowly rode up her belly. “This is not the time for my juices to be building up. I have a date.” She grabbed her blue folds. “You hear me, my blueberry juices. I have a date. Stop swelling!” Sighed. “I need to do something. As much as I hate it, I need to find that cure.

It isn’t much of a cure as I could still swell up again, but hey, it isn’t like I am going to turn into a blueberry again on this date.” She tapped her sides. “Besides, if I don’t do anything, I might not even make it to the date. My body is acting like it’s time to become the world’s biggest blueberry right now.”

She sat back down in her chair and pulled herself towards her computer, her belly squishing against the table. “Ok. Let’s see. I should be able to find this cure.”

She typed away on the computer. “Hurry. Ughh.” Her butt pushed the sides of the chair outward. “Ughh fuck. I am soo juicy right now.” Blueberry juice dripped from her nipples. “Hmm, this might be it.” She ran her blue finger along the screen. “Red’s Blueberry Emporium. For all your blueberry needs, from pies to cake, we have it here. And for those who have caught the blueberry bug, we can help out with Larry’s blueberry cure. With just one injection, all of that blueberry juice will be out of your system, and you can go on your way. All we ask is you send some of your excess juice to us. Why? Well, so we can help other blueberries in need.”

Christen sighed. “That sounds very suspicious, but I don’t have time to think about it.”

The chair beneath her broke, and she fell down onto her big blueberry ass. “If I don’t get this cure, I will be stuck at home as a giant blueberry. Oh, they do home deliveries?” Christen gulped. “I don’t have a choice. If I want to go on this date, I need this fast! And I need to meet someone in my life. This blueberry deserves to be with someone!” Juice squirted out of her nipples at the thought of being able to meet the one. “Oh, screw it. I don’t care if some random delivery person sees me like this.” She ordered the cure. “It will be here in less than an hour. All I have to do now is sit back and wait.”

She spun herself away from the computer as her body continued to fill up with blueberry juice. “I hope they get here soon. Otherwise, I might need the delivery person to do the injection.” She scratched at her shirt. “Maybe I should get this off before it’s too late. Even my bra is getting a bit tight. Phew.” She wiped the blueberry sweat from her forehead. “I really should have thought about a better place to park myself. I mean, I am too heavy to get back up.” She tapped her legs on the ground. “I wish that chair hadn’t given out.”

Christen moaned as the juices inside of her bubbled. “Ohh fuck.” She rubbed her chest as it swelled outward. “I think the swelling is intensifying. Ohhh.” She moaned as her breasts swelled with juice. “It hasn’t been this bad in almost a month. I feel so juicy. Sooo full.”

Christen gripped the sides of her body as she continued to grow. “Ohhh, god!”

Christen’s shirt tore apart as her breasts grew on her big round body. “Oh no.

I liked this shirt.” Shrrripppp!  She winced as the tattered pieces of her clothing fell to the ground around her. “What am I supposed to do now?” Blort! “Ohhh.” Christen blushed as her legs sank into her ballooning body. “Ohh, this is starting to feel kind of good.” Juice squirted from her nipples. “After all this time, I kind of like swelling up. Maybe a. . .” Blort.

Suddenly her boobs surged in size, stretching her bra out. “Ohhh my. Maybe I like swelling up. It makes me feel so. . .” Her arms were forced out to the side as her blueberry body continued to become more and more round. “Tingly.”

There was a sudden knock at her door. “Package for a Christen—

She turned her head. “Oh yes. That is for me. Come in. I can’t get to the door. . . ughhh. . . right now.”

A young man walked inside. “Oh my. It looks like I came just in time.” He walked up to Christen. “You are ripening up real quick, aren’t you.” She moaned as he rubbed her side. “Who’s a good blueberry?”

“Ohhh. Hey, will you stop wasting time and give me the damn cure already?” Juice squirted from her nipples, turning her bra a darker shade of blue. I don’t want to get any bigger than I have too here.”

“Ok. I would ask you to sign our waiver, but as I can see, your hands have almost vanished into your body. Ahem.” He pulled at the collar of his uniform. “Now you will feel. . .”

His face turned a dark purple. “I know what I will feel. I have been through this already. Now stick that needle into me unless you want a giant blueberry woman to roll her giant juicy body over you. I am pretty sure I can manage it!”

The young man gulped. “Ok, lady. No need to be so angry.” He pulled out the needle. “I have never been talked to like this by a blueberry. Ok, here we go. Three, two, one.”

“Owwww!”

“Well, enjoy the cure process.” He took a few steps towards the door. “My contract says I can’t stick around after this part. When the juicing is over, I will return to collect the merchandise. Bye.” He ran out the door.

Christen’s body vibrated, the juices inside of her boiling. “Ohh fuck!”

Her nipples hardened as her body tensed up for what came next. “Ohh fuck!”

Blueberry juice slowly seeped from her nipples like someone had turned on a faucet. “Ohh my.” The juice poured out more and more until it pushed her bra off her body. “Ohhh, god!” Suddenly her bra was torn in two as the juice pouring out of her body turned into twin blue jets. “Ohhhh!

Yeeeesss!” Christen’s eyes rolled into her sockets as the juice shot out of her body. “Yes, baby!”

Over the course of four lovely minutes, the juice left her body. Down and down, she went until every last drop of blueberry juice was out of her system and on the floor. “Ohh god!” Christen rubbed her body over, enjoying how sensitive her skin felt. “I will never get over how good that feels. Ohh, my!”

After regaining her senses, she looked down at the pool of juice on the floor. “Well, I have something to clean up when I get home. But for now, I have a date to go on.” She rushed upstairs. “And I can wear whatever I want for once. Whohhho!”

***

Later that evening, Christen stood at the Seaside Inn entrance. “Umm, hello.”

One of the waiters walked up to her. “I am here to eat.”

He bowed to her. “Welcome. Would you like a table or a booth, miss?”

“Umm, I am meeting someone here. His name is Landon.”

“Ohh. You are the date. This way.” He grabbed a menu and led her toward the window. There she spotted a young man with short red hair and tan skin gazing out over the lake.

“Here you are. I will be back in a moment to ask what you want to drink.”

As she sat down, Landon looked up at her. “Oh, sorry. This is reserved for Christen.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I am Christen.”

Landon laughed. “I think I would recognize Christen when I see her. She is as blue as a blueberry.”

“Huh?” Christen gripped the sides of her red dress. “How would you know that?”

“Oh well, Lorelai told me.” He put his head in his hands. “The way Christen looks sounds amazing to me. So dreamy.”

Christian crossed her arms. “Well, I couldn’t stand showing up to this date all big, blue, and juicy. So, I cured myself.”

“What? Why in the hell would you do that?” He shook his head. “It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Because I just. . . how can I go on every day being a blueberry.”

“Because it makes you unique. It makes you special?” She raised an eyebrow. “I mean, I thought you were cool.”

“What did you just like me because I was a blueberry?”

“Well, I liked you from that time we met before. But I don’t think you should have changed yourself for me.” He took her hands into his. “From what Lorelai told me, being a blueberry is who you have been. And it is who I wanted to get to know.” He sighed. “I don’t know if I want to go through this date now.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you felt the need to hide yourself from me.

I just. . .”

Christen closed her eyes. “No. I. . .” She tightened her hands around his.

“It’s true that I cured myself before this. But it is because I thought no one could ever love a blueberry. But if you want to know me, berry and all. . .” She lifted his head towards her eyes. “Then I know how to turn myself back.”

Landon smiled. “Well then.” He lifted his iced tea. “Sounds like fun.”

Christen smiled. “In fact, I can take care of that right now.” She pulled her phone out of her purse. “I never thought I would do this, but here I go.” She dialed the number for Red’s Blueberry Emporium.

“Hello?”

“Hi. My name is Christen, and I would like one of your famous blueberry shakes delivered to the Seaside Inn. As soon as possible, please. Yes, I will send the payment right now. Thank you for your business. Cheers.” She slid the phone back into her purse. “Well, I just bought a blueberry shake from the person who is making people swell into blueberries. So, if you want the ole blueberry Christen back, we just have to wait.”

Landon smiled. “I can’t wait to get to know the real you.” He rubbed her hand.

“Ahem.” They looked up at the waiter. “So, can I get you something?”

Christen sat back in her seat. “Oh, umm, just a water, thanks.”

The waiter narrowed her green eyes before walking away.

Landon laughed. “Despite the weird people who work here, this is a nice place. So how long have you lived here?”

“Umm, all my life? Kind of surprised that it became a haven for blueberries. You?”

“I just moved back in the last month.” He sat back in his seat. “Didn’t believe the rumors until I got back, and my neighbor was as big as a car. It’s crazy, though, right?”

Christen laughed. “You wouldn’t believe half the stories I have been through.”

“Well, maybe we can talk about that over a movie?”

She blushed. “That sounds. . .”

“Delivery for Christen?” They turned their heads to see the same young man who had injected her just a few hours ago. “Wait, it’s you again?” He scratched his head. “Didn’t you just want to stop being a blueberry?” He held his hand over his mouth. “Wait, forget I said anything.” He set the shake on the table. “That won’t make you turn blue. I promise.”

The young man dashed off.

Christen laughed. “I don’t know why they even try and cover it up. I think most people know that Red is turning people into blueberries at this point.” She smiled at Landon. “Ok, are you ready to see the berry side of me?”

He smiled. “Of course.”

Christen lifted the drink to her lips. “Mhhm. This tastes really good.” She kept drinking until the entire bottle was gone. “Ahhh.” Gurrgle. “Well, there is a familiar feeling.”

Christin giggled.

“Hey, your nose is blue.” He smiled. “You look better this way.”

Christen blushed. “Why, thank you.”

Landon grabbed her hand. “I have a room upstairs. Want to see it?”

As juice sloshed around in her belly, Christen responded.

“I would love to.” She squeezed his arm. “Let me show you what being a blueberry is all about.”