Return to the Blueberry Factory part 1

Return of the Blueberry Factory part 1.

Red crossed his arms. “When I hired you, people, I said I didn’t just want a cure made.” He slammed his arms down on the table. “I wanted you to also synthesize a way to force people into becoming blueberries. And what do I find when I come back here? You are just working on the cure.”

The man on the other side of the table sneered at Red. “I am the one who is responsible for the blueberry outbreak in the first place. An accident I caused made this possible. My associates and I have been—”

“I don’t care about that. I know your history. An incident in this very factory caused the flies here to contract a blueberry virus that has spread to the unlucky women of this town. Look, it’s all well and good that you are making a cure. I like that.” Red formed his hands into fists. “But you will ruin everything if you don’t give me a surefire way to turn people back into blueberries. My juice business depends on it. Right now, all I can do is encourage people to swell back up if they are infected. If you bloody cure them. . .” Red turned around. “I won’t have it.”

“What would you even do?”

“Out you as the person who caused this mess for one. I am sure the people of this town would love to know what you did to them, Larry.”

Larry slammed his fist against the wall. “You are blackmailing me?”

Red shrugged his shoulders. “Hey. I have to get you to keep up your end of the bargain somehow.”

Larry looked at his hands. “How am I even supposed to test this? The cure has been easy to test. There is no shortage of people who are blueberries in the town. But. . .”

Red turned around. “I am sure you will think of something. Otherwise, well. . .” He shrugged his shoulders. “Good luck. I am sure all those big blueberry girls would love to roll you over.” He laughed as he walked out of the room.

Larry rubbed his forehead. “What am I going to do?”

***

Pam’s eyes widened. “You have got to be kidding me.” She grabbed the flyer off of the telephone pole. “Quin, look at this.” Pam turned her head to see Quin napping against the side of the brick building. “Quin!”

“Huh?” She blinked her green eyes. “I wasn’t sleeping, I swear.”

“Right.” Pam scratched at her short blonde hair. “Now, will you look at this?” She handed the flyer to Quin. “It’s crazy.”

“I doubt it’s any crazier than what has been happening to this town over the last few months.” Quin shuddered. “Why haven’t we left town? It was bad enough when we found that strange factory, and you swelled into a blueberry. But now, the entire town has blueberry fever. We are lucky you haven’t turned blue again, Pam.”

Pam giggled. “Hey. Looking back, that experience was kind of fun.” Pam turned her amber eyes to the sky. “All that juice flowing through my veins. It was fun being big and blue.”

Quin raised an eyebrow. “Umm, I don’t remember you feeling that way before.”

“Well, I do. . .” Pam sighed. “Hey, it was just a lot to take in, ok. I am allowed to like feeling all big and juicy. Look, just look at the flyer.”

Quin sighed. “Ok.” She held the paper in front of her face. “Limmerson’s Blueberry factory looking for volunteers to help test out new products. Looking to help with berry issues plaguing the town. Requirements. Applicants need to not be showing any symptoms of the blueberry virus. You may get a bit juicy for your services.” Quin winced. “What in the world?”

Pam giggled. “Isn’t it cool? Someone might be trying to work on a cure.”

“It sounds more like a scam to turn you into a blueberry like all the rest.” Quin pointed at a giant blue blob through a window of a nearby house. “I told you we should be looking to leave town. This place is becoming berry town.”

Pam shook her head. “No way. I think this is our ticket to help out. Besides, if this does turn us into blueberries. . .” Pam’s eyes rolled up into her sockets. “Ohh, that will just be a juicy experience. I would love it all the—”

“Pam!”

Pam blinked her eyes. “What?”

Quin crossed her arms. “Did that experience back at the factory give you berry fever? You have been daydreaming about blueberries for weeks now.”

“I umm. . .” Pam giggled. “Look, I am going to head down there and see how I can help out. Are you coming?”

Quin sighed. “I guess.” She looked at the flyer. “Considering this is back at that damned factor where we found those stupid blueberry flies, I should keep an eye on you.” She shook her head as she followed Pam down the street. “Who the hell would even start a business in a place infested with blueberry flies? Don’t they know it is dangerous?”

Pam laughed. “Maybe for berry research, they know it is the perfect place.”

“Ughh. If I get turned into a blueberry because of this. . .”

“Trust me, you will love it, Quin.” Pam put her hand on Quin’s shoulder. “You can be my big blueberry sister.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.”

***

Later that evening, the girls arrived outside Limmerson’s Blueberry Factory. Unlike last time when the place was a broken-down mess, this time the walls were pristine, the windows shimmering, and neon lights covered the building. Pam laughed as they approached the building. “Wow, they really spruced this place up.” She ran her hands over the multi-colored mushrooms that littered the grass outside the building. “It looks much better.”

“I liked it better when it was run down.”

They walked through a gold door and into a bustling room filled with people in blue lab coats running from one giant vat to another. Muli-colored liquid stained the ground, and no one seemed to even notice that the girls had entered the building. Quin crossed her arms and tapped away on her red dress. “Well, isn’t this place the center of activity?”

Pam laughed. “Ya. Nothing like before. That is for sure.”

Eventually, a young man spotted them, dusted off his blue apron, and walked toward them. “Are you two here about the ad?”

Pam nodded her head. “Yes, sir ree.”

He pointed to a pair of double doors on the other side of the room. “Just through there. Larry is waiting to screen you for the testing. Good luck.”

“Thank you.” They walked across the room. “This place sure does smell like blueberries.”

Quin laughed. “Which is odd if they are working on a cure.”

“Hey, calm down. Everything will work out.” They walked through the steel doors. “Just trust me.”

“I trust you, Pam. I don’t trust this place.”

On the other side, they were met by an elderly man in a suit. He was standing next to a table with multiple clipboards and syringes with blue liquid. “Hello. Are you here for the testing?”

Pam smiled. “I am.” She turned her head. “I am not so sure about my friend here.”

“Good.” He extended out his hand. “My name is Larry. I run this place. Please have a seat while I explain what this will entail.” The two girls sat down. “We are working on trying and finding a cure for this blueberry issue that has been inflicting our town. But to do so, we need to figure out what is causing it in the first place.”

Pam nodded her head. “I get it. If you can figure out why those flies are causing people to blow up like giant blue balloons, you can start to work on a cure.”

“Exactly. That is why I asked you here. For the first stage of working on a cure.” He turned his head. “In the vials behind me, I have mixtures that I believe would cause you to juice up and swell like everyone else in the town.” He looked back at Pam, handing her a clipboard. “I say this because I need to make sure you won’t sue me for the testing.”

“You will turn me into a blueberry?”

“Yes, so we can—

She signed her name. “I don’t care about that. I am down with it. Juice me up.”

Larry blinked his eyes. “Umm, ok.” He looked at Quin. “What about you?”

“Are you sure this will eventually lead to a cure?”

He nodded his head. “We are working on it as I speak.”

Quin sighed. “Ugh, fine. Give me the clipboard.”

“Great.” He handed it over. “Glad to have you two on board.”

Pam smiled. “We are glad to be here. So, when can I start?”

Larry turned around and picked a syringe off of the table. “Right now, if you wish.” He sighed. “We have a lot to get done and not a lot of time.”

“Perfect, then I—

Quin raised her voice. “I will go first.”

“But. . .

Quin stepped forward. “The sooner I do this, the sooner you can turn me back.” She rolled up her sleeve. “And the sooner you can find a cure for everyone else.”

Larry smiled. “That is the spirit. Now you may feel a pinch.” Quin winced as the needle slid into her arm. “Ok, all done. How do you feel?”

“I umm. . .” She took a deep breath. “I feel fine.” Quin blinked her eyes as the injection site on her arm started to turn a deep blue. “A tat hot, though.” She pulled at the collar of her red blouse. “Phew.”

Larry grabbed Pam’s arm. “Come this way. There is a place where we can watch the changes occur.”

Quin held her right arm out in front of her as it turned blue. “You are going to leave me in here?” She took a deep breath as she felt her skin warm up, feeling the juice slide around in her veins. “Pam?”

Larry smiled as they walked to a wooden door. “This is going to be a juicy experience, and we need to make sure no one else is. . . berrifed from the test. So, we will see you after the swelling is done.”

Quin put her hands on her knees as the juice spread further throughout her body, turning her torso and neck blue. “But. . . ohhhh.” She took a deep breath as she felt her skin become more sensitive. “I am not going to. . .” She gripped her slacks. “Hughh, this is intense.”

Larry turned around and pushed Pam through the door. “After you.”

Pam crossed her arms. “That could have been me. Damit, Quin.” She shook her head as she went through the door. “Why did you insist on going first.”

Quin took a deep breath as the blueberry juice seeped into every corner of her body. “Ok. Ok. Don’t panic. You are completely blue. Ohhh.” She took a deep breath as her belly gurgled. “Blue and full of juice.” She rubbed her chest as she felt her stomach filling up with juice. “Ohh my.” Her eyes widened as her belly expanded, pushing her blouse outward. “This feels. . . so good.” Quin’s eyes rolled into her sockets as her hips pushed outward, and her blouse slowly rose up her waist. “Ohh.”

From the other side of the glass, Pam crossed her arms. “That could have been me.”

Larry laughed. “Well, she does seem to be enjoying herself.”

“You are certain we can’t go in there?”

“Yes. I don’t need you to be swelling until it’s time.”

Pam bit the interior of her lip. “Fine.”

Quin’s cheeks turned purple as her belly became nice and round. “Ohh, this is just magical.” She rubbed her chest, now rounder than if she was pregnant. “So nice and juicy.” She laughed as she jiggled her body around, feeling her round hips and ass. “Ahh.” Quin blinked her eyes, realizing that she was no longer growing bigger. “Ohhh.” She tapped her hand on her round belly. “Awww.”

Larry opened the door and walked out with Pam. “Well, it’s a good start.”

Quin twisted around. “Ohh, such a good start.” She licked her lips.  “I feel amazing.”

“Yes, we have to run a few tests now. See if we can cure you—

Quin narrowed her eyes. “How dare you. I like my big blueberry self.”

Larry snorted. “We are working on a cure here.” He looked at Pam. “I told it to both of you. Now don’t let your weird fixation on blueberries get in the way of paving a path forward of freeing this town from people being big, gigantic blueberries.” He turned around. “I have to go and work on a stronger dose for you, Quin. I will be back.”

“Can I stay here with Quin? Keep her company?”

Larry sighed. “Fine. Fine.” He waved at them as he walked to the door. “Just keep your distance, Pam.” He walked out of the room.

Pam smiled as she turned towards Quin. “Keep my distance? Hah.”

Quin giggled as she rubbed her sensitive body. “What did you have in mind?”

Pam walked forward, rubbing her hands along Quin’s blue body. “We find a way to get ourselves big and blue without Larry.” Pam giggled as her hands started to turn color. “What do you say?”

Quin pulled Pam onto the ground, letting Pam bounce on her squishy body. “I say let’s get berrifed together!”