The Juicing Station

The Juicing Station.

Christen sat in her kitchen and tapped her blue hand on the table. It had been a whole week since her blueberry transformation. In that time, she had experienced on and off swelling. Beyond that, there had been one other time she had swelled into a blueberry. Her now ex-boyfriend Greg had tied a massive rope around her and pulled her out of her house like a giant blue bouncy ball. He was lucky she couldn’t sue him for blueberry-related injuries. But maybe that is a good thing because she caused her neighbor Margret to become a blueberry and roll away to parts unknown.

After that day, it has been pretty quiet. Christen stood up, her extra large belly swaying with her movement. “At least I am not too big right now.” She tapped her blue belly. “I wonder how others live like this.”

She had seen the news. Giant blueberries were popping up all over the city; even on a broadcast the other night, one of the reporters turned into a giant blueberry. The town was quite literally becoming one big blue blueberry patch one person at a time.

Christen sat down and turned on the television. She knew that eventually, she would have to get back out there. She had a job to do classes to attend, but how could she face everyone like this? She ran her hands over her swollen blue body, the blueberry juice oozing from her skin. “I can’t go out like this. Besides the fact that I could swell back into a full-on blueberry, I haven’t been able to put on clothes in three days besides my bras.” She scratched at her breasts. “Everything else just won’t stretch with my changing body anymore.” She sighed. “I am sure everyone would just love to see me on campus.”

She laughed as her waistline expanded outward another foot, and she let out a blueberry-filled burp. “Opps.” She held her hand over her mouth. “I am producing juice again.” She took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling as the feeling passed. “Ok.” She closed her eyes. “Phew. No need to get too excited. You know what happens.”

“Are you now a blueberry, or do you know someone who is, and do you need help?”

Christen looked up. “Huh?”

“Do you have new and sudden plant-like urges that need to be let out? Do you have so much juice inside of your body, and it won’t go away?”  Christen sat up, crossed her swollen arms, and looked at the television.  “Well, do we have great news for you. Today is the grand opening of Handy Pal’s Juicing Station. We are servicing the growing demand of the human blueberries around us.”  She watched as a man in blue makeup walked across the screen.  “We understand that the last week or so has been rough, and we want to make it better. While we can't undo what has been done to you, we can make life much better for you.”

The background behind him lit up.  “With our special juicing station, it is everything a blueberry person could want. Massive industry heating lights, specialists who will use our special mineral water to coat your body, so you don’t try out. Oh, and the best part.”  The camera panned to a massive piece of machinery.  “This juicing station. If you are looking to spend the day not a giant swollen blueberry or even just filled with blueberry juice, then this machine will pump all of the juice out of your body where we can sell it, and you even get a cut of the profits. What a deal.”

Christen looked down at her perfectly round chest. “Be able to go out in public for a day?”

“So, what are you waiting for? Come on down and experience the blueberry treatment you deserve at Handy Pal’s Juicing Station on Romance Road today.  The commercial ended there.

Christen blinked her eyes. “What in the world did I just see?” She rested her right elbow on her squishy blue body and then put her head in her hand. “And I thought when I saw the newscaster pop on live television, I had seen it all.” She sighed. “Though could they really help me? It would be better than what I have been doing, letting all of the juice just umm. . .” She tapped her finger on her chin. “I don’t even know what is going on, absorb into my body? Seep through my skin? She lifted her left arm. “I do find a lot of juice around the house. Ugh. I don’t want to think about it anymore.”

Christen pushed herself off the couch. “Ughhh. I guess I should give the place a try. It is better than sitting around here all day. Besides, my classes resume tomorrow. I can’t show up like this.” She slapped her hands on the side of her pear-shaped body. “Last thing I need is to show up on campus looking all big, blue, and round.” She shrugged. “I can’t imagine how many people are going to get on me for my massive hips, sheesh.”

She walked into the next room. “At least Romance Road isn’t that far away. I just go and get the car started, and I should be there in five minutes.” Christen stretched her arms. “Though maybe I should put something on besides a bra.” She cracked a small smile. “If I am going out in public, I umm. . .” She rubbed massive hips. “Everything is exposed down there. I can’t just walk out in public like this.”

She turned around and walked towards the stairs. “I think I have some leggings still.”

She put her foot on the first step, the wood crying out in agony under the weight of her body. “Why did I have put my bedroom on the second floor to the house?” She shook her head as she climbed the steps. “I am going to call someone when I get back from this juicing station to help me move my bedroom downstairs.”

She reached the second floor and crossed the hall to her bedroom. A few moments later, she stood before her dresser. “Ok, I can do this.” She put her hands on the top of the polished piece of wood. “Just bend over enough and don’t fall over.” Christen took a deep breath and reached for the pants drawer. “Ugh.” She shook her head as she opened the drawer. “I should wash these sometime soon.” She pulled a pair of jeans out and threw them to the side. “I think the blueberry scent in the house is starting to seep into them.”

Her hands grasped a blue pair of leggings. “Perfect.” She pulled them free of her dresser and slowly stood back up, careful not to fall onto her back. “They are already blue. So I won’t have to worry about staining them with my juice.” Christen shook her shoulders, the vibrations slowly traveling to her feet. “Ok, I can get these on. You can do this.” She rolled her head. “Let’s go.”

Christen closed her eyes and slipped one pudgy leg into her pants. Once that was secure, she slipped the other and pulled her leggings up. “Ugh, come on. This is like trying to fit a pool toy into a jacket. Fuck.” She took a deep breath as the leggings squeezed her legs and hips together, the juice inside her body crawling up towards her chest and pushing her stomach out.

With one more pull and a triumphant snap, the leggings were in place. “Finally.”

Christen put her hand on her round belly. “That could have gone much worse.”

She turned around. “Now to head to this juicing station.”

***

Later that day, Christen found herself on Romance Road. “Wow, they really went all out with this blueberry marketing.” She looked at the giant blueberry balloon floating above her head. “Surprised with everything going on that they have this stuff out.” She lowered her head to see a giant blueberry woman being rolled along the street.  “Wow. I guess I am in the right place.”

She followed the giant rolling blueberry to a building with colossal berry balloons at the end of the street. Christen raised an eyebrow as she approached the purple-colored door. “What a strange place.”

A young man in a blue and red jumpsuit stood before her. “Hello, miss. I see you are here for our juicing station services.” He put his hand onto Christen’s round belly.

“Hey!” She slapped his hand. “Watch what you are doing.”

“Sorry. It is just my job to inspect new arrivals.”

Christen took a deep breath. “I don’t know if I am a new arrival yet or not. I just saw you’re commercial and thought I would check the place out.”

He smiled, his white teeth gleaming between his outfit and dark skin. “Well, I think you are going to like it here. My name is Red.”

“Red?”

“Yep. So I am guessing that you are slowly becoming a blueberry like her.” He pointed behind him at the giant blueberry woman that some other employees were trying to fit through the front door of the building.

Christen shook her hands. “No. This happened to me a week ago.” She shrugged her shoulders. “All before any of this nonsense really began. It is a long story.”

“Oh, I am so sorry. I wish we could have helped you sooner. Well, if you would follow me inside, I can show you around. I am sure you will love it. We can service your berry needs.”

Christen laughed. “I just want this juice out of me like was advertised on the commercial so I can go to my college classes. Last thing I need is them laughing at me for being so umm swollen.”

“Well, we can help with that.” He turned around. “Just have to wait until they get her inside.”

“Popular place, I am guessing?”

Red nodded his head. “Considering no one else has figured out how to help these people yet, yes. We get at least twelve blueberries a day.” Christen’s eyes went wide. “It is a sad thing. We have to tell them to try and stay calm as freaking out only causes more juice to flood their system, and they will swell even more.”

“I know.” She tapped her belly. “Had a whole week to figure that one out.”

“Well, looks like the way is clear now.” He waved his hand as the other blueberry woman rolled through the doorway. “Shall we?”

She followed Red into the building and shuddered.

“Ohh my, that is nice. Ohhhh.”

“You like it?” He turned around. “We have the building temperature in here at forty-five degrees.” He hugged himself. “It is a bit cold. . .”

“It is lovely.” Christen’s cheeks turned purple. “Just heavenly.”

Red smiled. “Well, we do the best for our clients. This way, miss.” He led her past multiple giant blueberry women and into the next room. “This is our specially made sun lamp. Think of it as a giant spa.”

“I don’t need a spa day.” She took a deep breath. “I need to get this juice out of my body so I can go to my classes tomorrow.”

He turned around. “Our juicing station is currently in use, so you will have to wait.

You don’t just want to sit around and twiddle those big blue thumbs of yours, do you?”

“No.”

“Well, good.” He pulled on her arm and dragged her to the green plush chair in the middle of the room. “Then think of this as a complimentary gift. Like the cookies that people give out at stores and such.”

Christen scratched at her chin. “I umm. I am still not sure.”

Red walked towards the door to the room.

“Trust me, you will love it. I will let you know when the juicing room is open.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.” He slowly closed the door. “Enjoy yourself.” He flipped on the light and shut her inside.

Christen held her hand above her head as the massive light flooded over her “Wohoh.” She blinked her eyes. “That is intense.” She smiled. “And it oddly feels good.” She sat down in the plus chair large enough for a blueberry four times her size, and she wiped blue sweat from her forehead. “This is just so nice.” She put her hand on her waist. “Ugh, my leggings feel tight again.” She looked down to see her belly growing bigger. “Oh no. I am . . . Ugh juicing up.” She closed her eyes. “I need to do something.”

The sprinklers above her suddenly turned on. Christen raised her arms to shield herself as she was showered with the most soothing water in her life. “Hello. Someone turn off this water, please.” Her back began to extend outward. “Ohh god, that water feels so good on my skin. Nice and cool. Helping me grow.” She smiled as she slowly expanded out further.

Her eyes blinked open. “What did I just say?” Christen tried to get to her feet, but her butt was not too big, and she couldn’t move. “Ouff. What did I just do?” The water stopped, and the light shined back down on her. “They are treating me like a giant blueberry.” She groaned.

“Why did I think this place was a good idea? I was better off at home.” She looked at her massive round chest. “I can’t see my legs anymore.” Christen winced. “My leggings.

Gawwhhh.” She gritted her teeth as they pressed more and more onto her body.

“So tight.” She tried to touch her legs, but the top half of her body was too large. “I need these damn things off, or I am going to explode. Can someone help me? Please.” She took in a few deep breaths. “I am being squeezed alive here.”

Shrrhhrripppp. Christen gripped the side of her flabby body as her leggings exploded off her body. “Holy.” She rolled back and forth, the juice inside her body jostling about. “At least they are off.” She tapped her bean bag legs together and sighed. “I feel so much better now. I can juice up in peace.”

She opened her eyes as her legs merged together and her waist expanded outward. Her bra stretched to its limits before it ripped in half. “What am I saying? I need to get out of here before I swell up any more.” She twisted her chest. “Come on, move you giant blueberry.” She looked down at the ground as it slowly became further from her. “I think it’s too late. I can hardly move my arms.” She turned her head to look back up at the floodlight, the intensity no longer bothering her eyes. “I haven’t felt this full or round in days. I can’t even feel my legs anymore.” She took a deep breath as her chest closed in on her neck. “At least I have plenty of light and water.” She smiled. “This is nice.”

The door opened, and Red walked in. “How are we doing?”

Christen turned her head. She was just able to see him beyond the horizon of her blue body. “Soo good. I don’t know if I want to leave. Ohh.”

“Well, you do have to go. If you stay, you will keep on growing in here.”

“Oh, please. It feels so good.”

She heard multiple food steps around her as Red spoke. “Sorry, but you did come here to get juiced, remember.” She felt multiple hands on her body. “And that is what is next. You can come back to the spa another day.”

She twisted her head in protest. “No, I want to stay.” She slammed her hands on the side of her body. “I love the feeling of the sun on my skin and soaking up the water.”

“If we leave you in here any longer, you might really turn into a blueberry.”

Christen took a deep breath. “Wait, what.” They pressed her against the door. “What do you mean? I am already a blueberry.”

She could hear grunting noises as they pressed her body against the doorway. “I mean, you will just stay this way, a big immobile blueberry, and no matter what we do, we won’t be able to help you.”

Christen took a deep breath. “I umm. . .” She blinked her eyes. “I don’t know. This feels so good.” She suddenly popped through the door and rolled into the hallway. She shook her head and turned to see Red and the others approaching her massive body. “Can’t I have some more time to figure it out?”

“No. The more time you take, the more the blueberry hormones will alter your body. So we need to get that juice out of you and quickly.”

He put his hand on her sensitive skin. “You said you had classes to go to, right?”

Christen tapped the side of her body. “Yes, but collage is just a significant pain in the rear end. I could miss a few days.” She smiled and tilted her head back. “It just feels so juicy in here.”

“Snap out of it. Do you really want to turn into a plant Christen?”

She blinked her eyes. “No.” She shook her head. “I don’t.”

“Then let us roll you to the juicing room.”

“But this feeling.” She rubbed the side of her body. “It just feels so good, like nothing I have felt before. I don’t want it to go away.”

Red and the others put their hands on her skin. “Oh, don’t worry. You will be able to experience this again.”

They rolled her down the hallway into a huge cold room. “Get her onto the apparatus.” A few moments later, Christen found herself on a rough hard surface as she stared down a massive silo and pump.

“What is this place?”

“It is the juicing room.” Red walked close to the pump. “We make a killing on blueberry juice here.” He turned around and pointed at Christen. “Hook her up.”

She felt cold hands touch her lower body. “Wait, what are you doing?”

Red crossed his arms. “We are going to extract all of that juice.” He took a step forward. “We had to get you nice and swollen first for maximum extraction.”

She looked down at her berry body and then narrowed her eyes at him. “So all of that you were saying about me turning into a plant?”

Red held up his arms. “Oh, that? You can become a woman blueberry, but we would have had to leave you in the spa room for over a day. Found that out with the person who helped us start this place. She is happy and all, loving her new blueberry form.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Says it gives her a level of heightened awareness that she has never felt.

I don’t get it.” He clapped his hands together. “But we can’t extract blueberry juice for our consumers from a fully transformed blueberry woman. Have you tried before?” Christen shook her head. “Her body actually hardens in response to our attempts to protect her juice. It is absurd.” He shook his head. “Anyways, I digress. Let’s get this over with.”

Christen looked down at a long tube in the hands of three workers. “Hey, where do you people think you are going to stick that thing?” They walked up to her body, and she began to squirm back and forth. “Hey. You aren’t thinking of poking a hole in me, are you?” They walked below the ridge of her circular body. “Hey, don’t you dare.” Her eyes went wide as the tube slid into her vigina. “FUCK!”

Red switched the pump on and walked to the door.

“Enjoy yourself. Oh, and please come again.” He shut her inside.

Her body began to vibrate as the juice inside her was slowly sucked out through the pump. “Oh god.” She groaned as her body slowly deflated. “This doesn’t feel as good as the spa, but damn, this still feels. . . ohhhh . . . great.” She licked her blue body as more and more juice was pumped out of her body. “Yes, baby. Oh yes.”

Down and down she went. Finally, a few minutes in, Christen could once again use her arms and legs. She rubbed her tender body as more and more juice left her body. “Oh my.”

Her waistline continued to shrink, and her belly became smaller and smaller. Eventually, she could stand on her own two feet again as the pumping slowed down.

Christen took a deep breath and wiped blueberry juice from her forehead. “That was so much better than I was expecting.” She put her hand on her round belly as it retraced into her body. “Just another minute now.”

The door opened, and Red walked in. “Well, look who is looking all better.”

She turned her head. “I feel better.” The tube fell to the ground, and juice squirted all over the floor. “Oh, I don’t think it even fits on me anymore.”

Red laughed. “It is fine. We have some clothes in the next room. And we want to thank you for using Handy Pal’s Juicing Station today.”

Christen smiled. “It was such an extraordinary experience.” She took a deep breath. “Oh fuck, I umm embarrassed.”

“Why?”

She scratched at her head. “I orgasmed multiple times today in your building.”

He laughed again. “It is fine. The process for juicing works that way.” He put his hand on her back. “Now, follow me so we can let our next guest in.”

“Oh right.” Christen’s eyes went wide. “Oh, payment.

I need to pay you right.”

Red shook his head. “You already did.”

“Oh.” She tried her best not to show the disgust on her face. “Well, I will get those rental clothes and be on my way.” She rushed out.

Red waved as she exited the room. “Come back soon, you hear. We can always use more juice.”