The Blueberry Experience

The Blueberry Experience.

Fran smiled as she walked into the back room of Goodman’s Friendly Market and examined all of the giant blueberry women. “Well, it would seem we had a good sale.

Right Frank.” She narrowed her eyes as Frank continued to scrub down the nearest giant blueberry. “Frank!”

He gulped and turned to face her. “Oh umm. . . right. Of course, we did.” He leaned against the giant blue lady, causing her to moan and blueberry juice to drip down her body. “They seem filled to the brim and ready for juicing. Our new formula works like a charm, ma’am.”

“Good. At least we know it will work on those pesky thieves who think stealing from us is a good idea.” She shook her hands. “Our store does not give out free handouts!” Fran slammed her foot onto the ground.

“So, are we going to juice them for our products? You know blueberry pies, cakes, and such?”

Fran looked up at the big blue women. “Not all of them. Sure, extracting the juice from them will be good for our store, but one of them has a date with a local fair. I talked with her husband, and we came to a bit of an understanding.”

“An understanding?”

Fran nodded her head. “Yes. Don’t you worry about it one bit. We will still get the juice out of the lady, but it won’t be the only time. Roll Martha into a separate room, ok.” She smiled. “As for the rest, well, some of them will be juiced and some. . . well, I think some work well as the blueberries they are.”

“Huh?”

“Think about it, Frank. Giant life sized blueberries. People would pay a fortune for that. We could turn them into bean bag chairs for the kids. Or, well, anything we could think of. We don’t have to juice them.”

“Fran, you can’t be serious. This is. . .”

She smiled. “A wonderful idea? I know. Besides.” She ran her hand along the nearest blueberry lady. “I am sure they would love to stay in their current state. All big and juicy. Don’t overthink it, Frank. Now wait there while I get a list of who to juice and who not to.

Ok? Ok.”

***

Markie giggled as she was rolled into a massive room. “A room to myself. How quaint.”

Frank sighed. “I can’t believe I have to do this all on my own. I have no idea how to even begin to juice these giant ladies.”

Markie blushed. “Juice? Oohh no, no, no.” She shook her head. “I can’t be juiced. I love being a blueberry. Why would you want to juice me.”

Frank sighed as he shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I mean, we turned you into a blueberry for the juice. It isn’t anything personal.”

Markie’s giant blue body throbbed. “No, it’s my juice. It is how I stay so big. I like being big and. . . ohhh.” She rolled her eyes. “It makes my body so sensitive. The juice pressing against my nipples.” She squealed as a bit of fluid shot from her boobs. “It is so titillating.” Markie narrowed her eyes and looked down at Frank. You are not taking that away from me. I would sooner roll over you and smush you if I could.”

“Hey, now I am not going to put up with a difficult blueberry. I have juiced many blueberries in my time.” He took a deep breath. “But it just so happens that we are short-staffed today, so I have to do all of this myself.” He looked down at his sneakers and lowered his breath. “Something tells me those slackers heard we would be having an influence of blueberry ladies today, and they took the day off to avoid a juicing spree.”

“What?”

“Hugh, nothing.” He turned around. “Now, stay right there while I get a ladder.” He shook his head. “Maybe I should have started with the smallest berry. Ah, well.”

Markie snorted. “He is not getting my juice. It is mine.”

She looked around. “I have to find some way to keep that creep from getting at my lovely juices.” She tried to wobble her body as Frank approached with the ladder. “My blueberry fluids belong to me. You hear me.” She moaned as her body swelled a little more. “It is my pleasure, factory!”

“Ya, ya.” He set the ladder against her body, resting it in between her big blue breasts. “Maybe one day you can swell up into a blueberry again if you really feel that way. Now let’s get to juicing.” He climbed up and sat on her right boob, causing Markie to moan. “Now, let’s see if I still remember how to do this.” He pulled himself towards her nipple.

She took deep breaths. “You can’t really expect to just squeeze it out.” She licked her lips. “I don’t care how good it feels. It won’t work. Ohhhhhh.” The juices inside of her bubbled. “Maybe one good nipple squeeze, though. While you are up there.”

Frank laughed. “Me squeezing your nipples isn’t going to make the juices come out. Well, not in that way.” He rubbed her right nipple. “It is more to get your body ready to juice itself.” He smiled as Markie moaned, her body starting to bubble. “You see, there are a few ways to juice a blueberry. One is the chemical way which we don’t have access to.” He slowly slid off his shirt. “We are not paying for the stuff to juice you that way. The second is the barbaric method, where we just squeeze you flat. No one wants that.”

Frank pressed his body against Markie, and she could feel his dick rub against her boob. “The third and final method? Stimulate the body.” He smiled as she moaned. “Because blueberries will juice themselves if properly stimulated.”

“That is. . . ohhhh.” She moaned as heat rose inside her body. “That is nonsense. But please keep rubbing me. It feels so good. Why don’t you get that dick of yours to press against my skin instead of just being in your pants.” She licked her lips as her body guggled. “I want. . . I need you.” Her face started to turn purple.

Frank smiled. “That is right. Who is a good blueberry?” He shook his pants off. “Huh?”

Markie moaned as he pressed his hot, warm dick against her body, slowly rotating it around her right nipple. “Does my blueberry want more?”

Markie nodded, more of her body slowly becoming a dark purple. “Yes.

Oh yes!” Blort. Gurrgle. “I want to. . .” She moaned. “I want to be juiced!” She opened her eyes wide as the juices inside of her pressed against her skin. She had never felt this way before. Granted, she had only been a blueberry for twelve hours, but this new feeling was overwhelming. Every second, the pleasure running through her body became more overwhelming, like a firestorm. Her body vibrated like a hot tub. “Ohh fuck. Fuck.” Juice began to seep out from her nipples. “Ohhh, baby!”

Frank smiled, moving his dick further down her body. “Oh my, it seems someone is enjoying herself.” He moved his head in close to her ripe blue nipple. “So let me help you enjoy yourself even more.” He licked her hard juicy nipple before sucking on her breast.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Markie’s eyes shot open. “Ohhh yesssss!” She closed her eyes, the pressure inside of her building. “I... I don’t. . . I.”

Frank sat up as the blueberry beneath him trembled like a volcano waiting to erupt. “Oh my. This is the messy part.” He looked down at her nipples as they slowly turned a dark purple. “I hope you enjoy yourself!” He gulped. “I need to—”

Before he could slide off her body, Markie erupted, juice shooting out of her nipples and pussy. “Ahhhhhhhh! Ohhh babbyyy!” The juice knocked Frank off of her body and onto the ground as the geysers of juice shot into the air.

“Ouffff.” He shook his head and looked up into the air. “This is going to take a while.”

For ten straight minutes, Markie shot out her blueberry goodness, slowly filling up the room, her body slowly deflating. As she regained her arms, she began to rub herself down, one hand sliding into her pussy. “Ohh fuck. Fuck!” The juice slowly came up to her waistline as it continued to shoot out of her body, creating a small sea of her fluids. “Ohhh, yes.

Yesss!”

When she was finally done, Markie sighed and sat down in a juice-ridden chair. “I feel like I am on a sea of clouds.” She giggled as she ran her hands through the blueberry juice that was once inside her. “So, can I go through that again?”

Frank tried to wipe himself off but to no avail.

“Maybe. I don’t know of anyone who asked to go through becoming a blueberry again. Usually, they don’t like it.”

Markie laughed. “Hey, it was fun. Ok.” She grabbed some of the blueberry juice and tossed it into her mouth. “Plus, I get a bunch of blueberries courtesy of my own body. What isn’t to love?”

He sighed. “Tell you what. You help me juice the others, and we can talk.”

She jumped to her feet, her melon-sized boobs bouncing against one another. “Deal.”

She looked down. “Oh, it looks like I still have some juice in these babies.”

Frank turned around. “It’s fine. It will come out eventually.”

“But what if I want them to stay this big?”

He rolled his eyes. “We can talk about it. Come on! I don’t have all day.”

Markie laughed and followed after him. “You are funny, you know that.” She licked up some more blueberry juice as she made her way to the door.

“Sure. Whatever.”