The Blueberry Virus p2

The Blueberry Virus p2.

Cathy rubbed her head as she slowly rolled out of bed. “Ughh fuck.” She moaned. “I haven’t felt right ever since that dinner where Jane swelled into a blueberry.” She shook her head. “Everything feels just a bit off. Like I am a bit too full or something.” Cathy stood up, her boobs bouncing against one another as she walked into the bathroom. “But that is crazy, right? I am just being crazy right?”

She rubbed her eyes as she looked in the mirror. “Though I swear my boobs are a cup size or two bigger. Why else do they keep rubbing against one another. Ughh, these things are so sensitive as well.” She squeezed her right breast. “Like fuck this one in particular. All night it felt as if something was sloshing around in there, causing such intense sensations that I couldn’t sleep.” She sighed. “Maybe I should talk to a counselor. I am having horny hallucinations.”

She turned her head. “Of course, when I enter the restroom, my phone goes off.” Cathy spun around and dashed back into her bedroom. “Ok, where did I leave the blasted thing?” She looked back and forth. “There.” She jumped across the bed and grabbed the phone on the dresser just before the phone went to voice mail. “Hello? You got Cathy?” She held back a moan as her nipples rubbed against the bed.

“Hey. New girl.”

She rolled her eyes. “That is not my name.”

“That’s funny new girl.”

“What do you want, Gerald?”

“We are having a get-to-know-you party tonight at the office. We will have booze. More booze. Umm. . . pasta and some hamburgers. And booze.”

“Are you ok? You sound like you are—

“Hey, do you want to come or not new girl?”

“I mean, I don’t have anything else planned. Sure. Why not.” She sat up on her bed. “What time?”

“It starts at eight p.m. We will see you there, new girl.”

She narrowed her eyes. “If anything, I will get you to stop calling me that.

Hello?” She held the phone in front of her face. “Hello? Damnit.” She sighed. “I finally get a decent job, but I have to work with weirdos. In fact, I feel like I am always dealing with weirdos lately. Like that giant blueberry fiasco from last week. Sheesh.” Grurrgle. Cathy blinked her eyes. “What was that?” She looked down. “Indigestion?” She rubbed her belly, but nothing felt out of the ordinary. “Strange. Maybe I am freaking out about this blueberry stuff so much I am starting to imagine I might be turning into one.” She laughed. “How foolish.”

Cathy set her phone down. “Well, I should get ready for this party, I guess. It will be a good way to meet my future co-workers.” She spun across the bed, her boobs bouncing together. “Time to make a good first impression.”

***

Later that night, Cathy stood outside the Tellerman office building. “Ok, you can do this. It is just a little meet and greet.” She slid her hands into her pockets. “No one will notice your bosom. Of course not.” She gulped as she looked down at her chest, her blouse barely able to hold back her boobs, the buttons straining against the weight of her squishy babies. “Maybe I didn’t imagine it when these things were bigger. Otherwise, this thing wouldn’t be so fucking tight.”

She pushed the door open and entered the lobby of the building. “Hello?

I am here for the party. Hello?” She looked around. “There is no one here. Did I come at the wrong time?”

Cathy noticed a small poster on the wall which was nothing more than an arrow. “Well, they could have been a bit more clear.” Following the arrow, she found another in the hallway. Then another and another until she came to an elevator. Once there, she found a note which told her to ride up to the fifth floor. As the elevator traveled upward, Cathy paced back and forth. “I just go in, mingle, and get out. I am not here to get wasted. I am here to socialize, meet my co-workers and leave before I do something stupid.” Gurrrgle.

Cathy slammed her belly. “Hey, stop that. Nothing weird is happening to me; you hear me.”

The elevator door suddenly opened, and loud booming music filled the air. “Ughh.”

Cathy winced as she turned her head. “What is going on?” She slowly walked out into the officer’s room, filled with people dancing and laughing. “Why is it so loud in here?”

Gerald walked up to her, his wavy black hair bouncing on his shoulders. “Hey, new girl.”

She narrowed her eyes. “It’s Cathy.”

“Is it? I remember Cathy, and she didn’t have such big jugs.”

Cathy gripped her hands into fits, steam almost rising from her body. “Why is it so hard for you to remember my name?” Gurrgle. “You seem to remember everyone else’s name easily enough.  Blort. “It is so very simple.  Glorp.

He took a step back. “Hey, what is happening here?”

“What is happening?” Her boobs pressed against her blouse. “What is happening is you are not going anywhere until you say my name, and you keep saying my name.” She walked up so Gerald was squished in between her boobs. “Do you understand me?”

He shook his head. “But. . .”

“No buts.” Gurrggle. “Either we come to an understanding or. . .” A button on her blouse suddenly burst off. “Owww.” Cathy shook her head. “What was that?”

Gerald laughed. “You can’t be serious. You don’t know what is happening to you?”

She grabbed him and pulled him closer to her, squeezing him against her gigantic boobs. “What do you mean I don’t know what is happening to me? She moaned as her boobs brushed against her. “Ohhh. But maybe my breasts are a bit big.”

“I think big breasts are the least of your concern, new girl. Though they do feel nice and warm.” He shook his head. “No, you are as blue as the ocean. And your boobs are not the only thing that are swelling.”

Cathy laughed. “Swelling. My boobs are not swelling. And I think I would know if I was blue.” She narrowed her eyes. “Now stop making things up. And stop calling me new girl. My name is. . .” Gurrrgle. Cathy winced as her belt pressed tightly against her body. “Ughhh.

Fuck.” As she reached down to deal with the problem, her hands instead grabbed something round and sticky. “Huh?” Cathy finally looked down and gasped. “Ohh, no, no, no.” She took a few steps back, realizing just what was happening to her. “This can’t be happening to me.”

One of the people in the run turned and pointed at her. “Hey, look at this. This lady has some kind of crazy costume on.” All eyes turned on Cathy. “Is that some kind of inflation suit under there?”

One of the ladies laughed. “That is cool. Where did you get it.”

Cathy tried to turn for the door, but it was too late. The crowd blocked her. “Hey. What are you all doing?” Blort. The juices inside of her pushed her butt outward, stretching her jeans. “Don’t you know what is happening to me?” Her boobs ripped another button off her blouse.

One of the drunken partygoers took out a phone. “Why don’t you dance for us.”

Cathy waved her arms about. “Don’t you people understand? I am turning into a blueberry.”

They all laughed. “Sounds cool.”

“Sounds sexy.”

“I wonder what being a blueberry is like. Do you get to, like, drink your own juices?”

Cathy pulled at her hair as it turned blue. “What is with you, people? Do you not understand that I could cause you to turn into blueberries like my friend did to me?” She walked up to the nearest person who held a phone up to her. “She squirted me with her blueberry juice, and a few days later, here I am. Swelling up myself.”

He smiled at her like he was drunk. “Sounds awesome.”

Cathy turned around as her belly rubbed against the bottom of her boobs. “I swear these people are nuts. Why does everyone I meet think turning into a blueberry is a swell time. Is no one sane?” Her eyes widened as the last of the buttons on her blouse snapped, her gigantic blue boobs bouncing around.

Geared gasped. “You weren’t wearing a bra?” His cheeks turned red.

She tried to cover her chest, juice squirting out of her nipples. “Well, none of my bras fit. Or well, they just made me feel extremely. . . ugh horny. So, I went without.” She moaned.

“Oh god, this is so embarrassing. I am squirting all over the place.” Her cheeks turned a bright blue as the pressure in the lower half of her body increased. “This is all so overwhelming.” She closed her eyes as the belt around her waist began to tremble.  Gurrrrggle. “Ohh fuck.”

“I think she is going to burst.”

“What are you talking about? She isn’t even that big.”

Cathy moaned. She didn’t want to admit there was a growing part of her that was enjoying this, that the more juice that flowed through her body caused her to quiver with sheer delight. And the embarrassment that she felt added to her sense of euphoria. “No, if they found out that I would. . .” Her pants suddenly ripped, causing her entire face to turn bright blue. “I would die. I would certainly die. Maybe even. . .” Juice squirted out of her nipples. “Oh god, I just can’t take it. This so too much.”

Snnnnaaap. Gllroppp. Cathy’s body rippled as the belt shot off her, blasting through the next room and out the window. Everyone cheered as her ballooning blue body ripped through her pants, only adding to Cathy’s embarrassment and pleasure. The pressure inside of her built as the cheering continued until streams of juice shot out of her blue nipples. “Ahhhh.”

She fell onto her big blue rear end, squirting multiple people in front of her. “Ohh god!”

The young men and women who had just been doused in her juices shook themselves. “Holy crap.”

“That was awesome.”

Cathy shook her head. “No, it’s not. You might become a blueberry now.” She moaned.

“No. I. . .” Her hips swelled, causing her legs to shrink. “I can’t believe I did that.” She moaned.

“Ohh god! Ohh yess.”

One of the ladies shook the juice off her body. “I feel weird.” She blinked her eyes. “Almost bubbly.”

Gerald shook his head. “Oh no, at this rate, we are going to have multiple blueberries on our hands.”

Cathy giggled, the pleasure side of her brain taking over. “Then have at it.” She squirted juice out of her nipples onto the crowd. Blort. “Let the blueberry festivities begin.” Her feet lifted off the ground as her body began to look more like a round blueberry. “Drink up, everyone.” She squeezed her nipples, squirting more juice out before her arms were slowly separated by her ballooning body. “Ohhh fuck.” She moaned. “Ohhh.” Cathy smiled.

“This is so crazy.”

One of the young ladies, who was just starting to swell, walked up to her and rubbed her hands against Cathy’s blue body. “You feel so nice. So warm.” Gurrrgle. “I can’t wait to swell up to your size.”

Gerald crossed his arms. “Well, at this rate, we will have to go into the blueberry business.”

***

Marie rushed out of the Tellerman office building, juice dripping from her body. “This is crazy. Blueberry people? I must be dreaming.”

“Hey!” A young man across the street waved at her. “Are you ok? You are covered in juice.”

Marie laughed. “I am fine, I. . .” She moaned as she felt a strange warmth spreading throughout her body. “I umm. . .” She blinked her eyes, her boobs feeling heavy all of a sudden. “I don’t know.”

The young man stepped towards her. “Can I help?”

Marie looked up, a new hungry sensation filling her head. “Yes. Yes, you can.” She giggled. “I need you to fulfill my every blueberry need.”