Surfs Up p2

Surfs Up p2

Gwen’s blueberry body bubbled as she floated in the water. “Ughh, I am still filling up.” Blueberry juice leaked out of her nipples, staining the water violet. “It is getting hard to hold it in. I wonder where my surfboard went.”

Suddenly a voice filled the air, speaking over a megaphone. “What a competition, folks. Gwen sure showed everyone how to be the best blueberry, didn’t she? Well, let’s move on to the next stage and haul everyone in to see how big they got. I know everyone is dying to see how big our blueberries are.”

Gwen sighed. “Finally, they are going to haul us in. Ouff.” She blinked her eyes as another blueberry woman bumped against her. “Hey. Watch where you are floating!”

The lady narrowed her eyes. “What? You are the one so big that you are taking up all the water! Now if you don’t mind, why don’t you move!”

Gwen narrowed her eyes. “Move? I can’t do much more than float here. Besides, what is it that is poking me?” Her eyes widened. “Are those your nipples?”

“Well, like you said. I can’t do much more than float here. So, if you have a problem with it, just accept it.”

Gwen snorted. “Very funny.” She turned her head to see a boat coming towards them. “Well, I should be going here. I did win the competition, so they should be the first to be hauled out of the water.”

“Ya right. As you won, they would pull you out last.”

“You are nuts. You. . . you!”

The water began to ripple as the boat pulled alongside them. “Wow, we have two big ones here.”

Another man on the boat laughed. “Look, there is the competition winner Gwen. Quick, get her on board.”

Gwen sneered. “See, I told you I would go first.” She smiled as the men threw ropes around her. “See you later, lady.”

“And after we get her on, let’s get the other blueberry on here.” Gwen’s eyes widened in shock. “We can’t just leave them floating out here forever.”

The other blueberry lady laughed. “Why not. I kind of like the water soaking my skin.” She sighed. “It is so very relaxing.”

Gwen nodded her head as the men jumped into the water. “I do have to somewhat agree.” They pressed their bodies against her, the tight rope pressing against her skin.

“The water is relaxing. And it does make the juices inside my body tingle.” Gurrgle. “I even think I am getting a bit bigger soaking in the ocean, the sun warming my skin.” She took a deep breath. “Are we so sure we need to get out?”

One of the men climbed onto Gwen’s body. “Yes. If you don’t, you will start leaking and leaking as the pressure builds. Then if it continues well. . .” He slammed his hands together.

“Boom. Blueberry juice everywhere.”

The other blueberry lady gasped. “What? Get me out of the water now!”

“Don’t worry, Jane, we will. Right after we get Gwen out.”

“But I can feel myself starting to leak blueberry juice.” The men began to haul Gwen out of the water. “Get me out of here now! My body is feeling very, very tight. You hear me!

Just because she won the competition doesn’t mean she has special privileges. Hey!”

Once Gwen was safely on board, the men leaned against her giant blue body. “Phew, this is hard work. Remind me why we did this again?”

“Well, because the big wigs who run this wanted to spice things up, Kevin.”

“Oh, right. Well, tell them I hate doing this, Chazz. I am breaking my back while being yelled at.” He looked down at Jane. “Do any of them consider our feelings? No. They just yell and yell. I can’t take this.”

Gwen smiled. “Umm, thank you for getting me out of the water. I really apricate it.”

Kevin stopped short of jumping in the water. “Umm. . . thanks.” He then dived back into the water, rope in hand.

As he and a few others secured the ropes around Jane, Gwen looked down at Chazz. “So, the water could really make us pop?”

He shrugged as he rang out his shirt. “I mean, that is what it said on the blueberry gum packaging we got. I don’t know how real it is, though. This stuff is bizarre and out of my field of knowledge. I don’t really think anyone is going to pop. I mean, the people we have hauled in so far have said they feel very tight and full of juice, but that is about it.” He looked up at Gwen. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

Gwen watched as they slowly pulled Jane out of the water. “I guess not.” Her eyebrows arched as blueberry juice oozed poured out from Jane. “Umm, Jane?”

“I just need to get some of this excess juice out of me. I am fine. I am fine. . . Ughhhh.”

Kevin walked towards the front of the boat. “Ok, this should be the last of them.

Let’s head towards the shore.”

Gwen gulped as she watched the juice pour out of Jane. “Maybe there is some truth to what Chazz said. I am unsure about the popping stuff, but I am starting to feel very full.” Gwen moaned. “I do hope they are bringing us in to be juiced. Because I don’t know if I can keep this juice in for much longer.”

Kevin drove the boat up towards the shore. “Ok, we are almost there. So, there is something you two should know. We are going to have a weigh-in just for the crowd.”

He pointed at Gwen. “You already won. So don’t worry. This weigh-in is both for the crowd’s sake and for the juicing that is coming up.”

Gwen tilted her head as Jane moaned. “Juicing?”

Chazz nodded his head. “Yes. You see, we can’t just leave all of you blueberries in your current condition. So, we are going to juice you all.” He clapped his hands together.

“Sound good?”

Gwen giggled. “Well, if it gets all of this juice that is tightly pressing against my body out of me, I guess so.” She moaned as her body slowly stretched outward, her boobs expanding as juice dripped from her nipples. “Ohhh fuck. Ohhhh. Yes, I would love to be juiced right about now.”

“You? I am the one bursting from the seams here. Ohhhh.”

Kevin pulled the boat up to the docks. “We should just take Jane to the juicer right now.” He pointed to Chazz. “Think you can roll our big winner to the stage all on your own?”

Chazz gulped. “Well, I ughh. . .” He looked up at Gwen. “I think so.”

Kevin shut the engine off. “Good. We will leave you to it then.” He waved to the others. “Come on. We have work to do.” They rolled Jane off the boat and onto the pier.

Chazz looked up at Gwen. “Well, I guess it’s just you and me.” He put his hands into his pockets. “So, let’s get you down to the weigh-in, and then we can go juice you.” He laughed as he put his hands on her body. “So umm. . . you have nice blue hair.”

Gwen laughed as he rolled her to the edge of the ship. “My hair turned blue because of the juice.”

“Oh. One sec.” He bounced her onto the wooden pier. “Are you ok?”

Gwen moaned as her big blueberry breasts pressed against the slick wooden planks. “I am fine.” Her nipples slowly hardened, blueberry juice oozing out of them. “Perfectly fine. Ohhh.”

Chazz jumped down. “That is good.” He noticed just where Gwen had landed. “Ohh.

Ohhhhh.” He gulped as he walked over. “Well, I guess you really are ok.” He laughed. “What a place to land. Let’s get you rolling, shall we?”

Gwen blushed. “I umm. . . so how long have you worked here?”

“This is my first year?” He laughed as Gwen moaned, her breasts pressing against the ground again and again. “When they said they would do an unusual surfing competition, I didn’t think it would be this. Umm, I can change the direction you are rolling if you want. You know, so your boobs don’t keep hitting the ground.”

“NO!” Chazz gulped. “I mean, it’s fine. I umm. . . like it. Keep going.”

“Ok. I just thought from the way you were moaning. . .” He shrugged. “Well, we are almost there. You can see the crowd from here.”

True to his words, Gwen could see a gathering of people around a stage. On the stage, there was a massive weight machine. “Ughhh.” She closed her eyes as the pressure inside her body grew.” Blort. “Let’s hurry. I need to be juiced. Ughh.  Gurrgle. “I need a juicing so very badly.”

Chazz rolled her onto the stage. “Don’t worry. We just need to do this quickly.” He waved to the crowd. “Hello, everyone. This is Gwen. The competition winner.” Everyone cheered. “You hear that, Gwen? You have quite a few fans.” He rolled her onto the weight machine.”

“Ughhh. I do?” She took a deep breath. “I just feel so full.” Gwen closed her eyes. “So much juice. I can’t hold it in any longer.” Her body vibrated.

Chazz spun her around, facing Gwen towards the crowd. “Will you hold still? I can’t get an accurate reading with you jiggling about like that. We need to know how much juice is inside that body of yours.” He looked up at her. “Hey, did you hear me?” Chazz tapped her body. “Will you stop vibrating? Hey!”

Suddenly blueberry juice sprayed out from her nipples like twin garden hoses, showering the crowd in her juices. “Ahhhhhhhh!”

Chazz pulled at his red hair. “What are you doing? That juice is supposed to be shipped out so we can help feed the homeless. You can’t just spray it out like this. Hey! Hey!”

Gwen moaned as the juice shower slowly came to an end. “Ohhh, that feels so much better.”

Chazz narrowed his eyes. “You just couldn’t wait to be juiced, could you? Now who knows how many gallons of juice we just lost. Ughh.” He turned around. “That blueberry juice was going to a good cause too. God!”

She sighed. “Will you calm down? There is still a lot inside me to go around.”

“Alright. Alright. Well, let’s see how much. . .”

“Hey!” A voice shot out from the crowd. “This blue junk isn’t coming off me!”

Chazz turned his head. “What are you talking about?”

A young lady stepped forward. “I said the blue gunk that blueberry sprayed all over me isn’t coming off. And I feel very weird.” Gurrgle.

Another young lady walked up to the stage. “Ya. I can’t get this stuff to come off, either. And my pants are getting really tight. What is going on here?”

Chazz gulped. “I umm. . .”

Gwen gasped as she watched the ladies in the crowd begin to swell up. “They are turning into blueberries like me. You don’t think I had anything to do with that, do you?”

Chazz scratched at the back of his head. “I umm. . .”

One of the young ladies slammed her foot on the ground as her hips expanded outward. “I didn’t come here to turn into a blueberry.” She almost fell backward as her ass ballooned outward. “Fuck.” She pointed at Gwen. “How dare you do this to me! When I get up there, I will. . .” Her belt snapped off her body, exposing her massive round blue belly.

Another lady giggled as her massive blue boobs bounced against one another. “I don’t know why you are so upset.” She moaned as her belly pushed them outward. “I am enjoying this. Whoh.” She suddenly fell back onto her ass, her shoe’s popping off her feet as juice shot out of her enlarged breasts. “Oops.”

Chazz rubbed at his forehead. “Maybe we will have to rethink giving all of this juice to the homeless after all if it just turns people into more blueberries.” He watched as everyone slowly burst out of their clothing. “I mean, what are we going to do with all of these giant blueberries?”

Gwen moaned. “You can start by juicing me.” Chazz looked up at her. “I can’t take it a moment longer. You roll me over to be juiced, mister. Or I will figure out how to turn you into a blueberry, and you will see what being big and blue is like.”

Chazz gulped. “Yes, ma’am.” He put his hands on her body. “Right away!”

“Hey!” One of the newly swelled blueberries waved her swollen arms as he began to roll Gwen away. “You can’t just leave us here.”

Another blueberry laughed. “Calm down. It is nice soaking up the sun. Grow hunny.

Let your juices sing.”

Chazz sighed. “I will send people for you soon. Don’t worry.” He looked up at Gwen. “But first, I need to take care of you.”