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Welcome to the Juicing Station
🕑 Added 2025-02-10 21:08:57 +0000 UTCWelcome to the Juicing Station.
“You don’t have to do this. Only Linda agreed to this nonsense.” Landon sighed as he watched Christen try to fit into a suit, the fabric struggling to contain her juicy blue belly and sumptuous breasts. “Seriously.”
“Ughhh.” Christen moaned as she tucked her suit into her pants, which were already skin-tight and soaked with her juices. “Finally.” She rolled her eyes as she looked at herself in the mirror, noticing bits and pieces of blue skin poking out between the holes in her jacket. “One thing I will never get used to is how hard it is to wear clothing.”
“You wouldn’t have to wear the clothes if you just listen to me. I mean, you are probably just going to wreck that expensive suit later.”
She turned to him, her ass bubbling with blueberry juice as she did so. “But I want to look as professional as I can. Besides, I will not leave Linda to deal with this all on her own. If she has to deal with working with Red, then I will support her. I am not going to just abandon her in that Juicing Station where they think blueberry girls are nothing more than giant fruits to be sucked dry for their juice.” Christen balled her right hand into a fist. “I don’t care how pleasurable it is, we shouldn’t just be stuck in some room all day like to be nothing more than. . . well, blueberries. I want to eventually get married to you. Go back to college. Become a nurse. I can’t do that if some weirdo is farming me for my juices.”
Landon took her hands. “Which is exactly why I don’t think you should go. What if you never come out of there.”
She laughed. “Hey, I survived my trip to the crazy blueberry virus town. I think I can handle being in the Juicing Station. Just you wait. Your lovely Christen will be back before you know it.” She arched her head and winked at him. Blort. Her face turned bright blue as a tear formed in her pants. “Fuck!”
“I told you not to get into that suit. You are just going to burst out of it.”
Christen wobbled her way to the door. “I will be fine. Stop worrying. I will see you tonight.” As she blew him a kiss, a small tear formed on her sleeve. “Fuck.” She blushed and turned around. “I have to go.”
Landon laughed. “Good luck, and don’t burst.”
“Shut up!”
***
“Welcome to the Juicing Station.” Olivia threw her arms out wide. “You made the right choice in—”
“Cram it. I am here to work, not to get this juice out of me. I am with Linda.”
Olivia narrowed her eyes as her luscious blue breasts bounced about on her chest. “Wait, I remember you. Oh yes. I didn’t expect that you would come here.” She wrapped her arms around Christen and hugged her, Olivia’s tender boobs squishing against Christen and blueberry juice dripping down her suit. “It will be so much fun working with you. Ohhhh, I can’t wait to see what sector you get to work in. It will be so much fun.”
“Let me go. You are getting blueberry juice all over my fucking suit!”
Olivia giggled as she let go of Christen. “Oh, calm down. Why are you in that silly thing anyway? Like, really, it’s so much more fun to be in your birthday suit. We only need to have clothes on when we go on business trips.” She giggled. “Some people are just not ready for the majesty of a blueberry girl, am I right?”
“Umm, right. Look, what exactly will I be doing here?”
“Oh, you have to talk to Mr. Red for that. He decides what we all do. Follow me, and I will take you to him.”
Christen took a deep breath. “Okay. I can do this.” She followed Olivia deeper into the building. “I wonder how Linda is doing. I haven’t seen her since we arrived home. I actually haven’t seen anyone besides Landon. No one really wanted to discuss the trip. I wonder if Tess made it back alright.”
“Here we are.” Olivia smiled as she stepped to the side. “Just go right in and say I sent you.”
Christen slowly walked to the door. “Umm. . .”
“Trust me, I am Red’s right-hand blueberry. It will be fine.” She winked.
“Why do I get the feeling it won’t be?”
Red didn’t look up from his desk as she entered the room. “Look, can you come back later? I am in the middle of something very important.” He snorted. “For fucks sake.”
“Sorry, I can’t come back later. I am here to. . .”
“Fucking hell.” He threw his phone across the room.
“Umm. . . what was that about?”
Red looked up at her in confusion. “Who are you?”
“Christen. I am here to work for you?”
“Oh, you are? Good, good. For a moment, I thought you were that nosy bitch Olivia. I didn’t want to explain that I just lost her weekly salary on an online casino.”
“What?”
He waved his hands. “Will you keep your voice down? With the rumors of a virus going around, business has been a bit rough. I had to try and make a little extra cash somehow, and I wasn’t exactly going to use my money to earn it now, was I?”
“You are a monster.”
He sat back in his chair. “I am just a practical man. I am the kind of person the world relies on. Now you said you came here to work for me?”
“Yes, I am a friend of Linda’s.”
His face lit up. “Ahhhhhh. Of course.” He stood up. “Welcome aboard. Welcome aboard. I know you will just love working here at my Juicing Station.”
“Sure. Where do I start.” Christen kept her voice level, trying to mask her discomfort.
“You will be the juicer for room twelve. I am afraid you will have to work solo for the time being. Your partner is well. . . she decided to take a vacation.” He rolled his eyes. “I am starting to think giving my employees vacation time from this all-important work was a mistake, but I digress. Get going as you start now!”
“Umm.” She gulped as he pushed her out of the room. “When can I call it for the day and head home.”
“Midnight.”
“Mid fucking night!”
“Look, you and your friend owe me, so no bellyaching.” He pushed her out the door. “Now get to work, or I will hook you up to the juicer.” He slammed the door in her face.
“Jerk.” Gurrgle. Christen gulped as her breasts throbbed and her suit tightened. “Fuck.” She pressed her hands against her chest as a sudden surge of juice slammed into her tender breasts, almost causing them to break free. “Ohhhh.” She panted. “I need to keep better control of my emotions. I almost. . . had an accident.” She shook her head. “Phew. Okay, time to head to juicing room twelve.”
As she passed Olivia, the blueberry woman giggled. “What is so funny?” Christen demanded.
“Oh, just the fact that you are trying to hide your berry side so much.” Olivia leaned back in her chair. “It’s going to come bursting out eventually. I hope I get to be around. I would love to lick up your mess.”
“Shut up.” Christen hurried past. “God, she is a horny freak.” Christen wasn’t exactly sure where to go, wandering about for a bit before stumbling upon pleasure room twelve. “Well, here we are. My new job.” She rubbed her forehead. “I can’t believe I am going to be doing this. Ahh, well, here we go.” She opened the door and gasped. “Holy crap!” Sitting on an oversized pillow was the second biggest blueberry girl she had ever seen in her life, her massive juicy frame just short of pressing against the ceiling, which was twenty feet from the ground. Her body throbbed as she slowly rolled from one side to the other, blueberry juice dripping from her gigantic, erect nipples. The woman seemed in such a state of ecstasy that she didn’t notice that Christan had entered, only moaning as more and more juice oozed out of her body.
“This is absurd. Red can’t do this to these girls. She is so big she might burst.” Christen gulped as she remembered a story from a few years ago about a news reporter getting so big she actually burst apart. She pressed the news host for not helping the reporter and exposed the creep on live television. “I can’t let this happen. What if they take things too far! They could hurt someone.” She closed the door. “I have to juice this poor lady before it’s too late.”
Thankfully, at the far end of the room, someone had left a ladder. It seemed the people who ran the place knew that with the girls swelling to such absurd heights, they would need some way to climb onto the girls. “Okay, just hold on.” Christen set the ladder against the gigantic blueberry lady. “I will help you.” The berry girl only moaned in response as Christen climbed the ladder. “Where is your face?” She gulped as she realized the woman’s head was squished between her massive breasts. “Holy fuck! Are you okay?”
“Ohhhhhh. I am in heaven.”
Christen climbed onto the woman, more of her suit ripping apart. “Just hold on.” She gulped as her knees pressed down hard on the woman’s massive, hard nipples. “How am I going to get all of this out of her? Oh god, I am going to have to do the extreme measure, aren’t I?” Christen gulped. “Well here is to keeping someone from popping.”
Christen turned around so she was facing the woman’s breasts. She then rubbed her juicy hands together and wrapped them around the berry girl’s gigantic raw nipples and twisted them. “Fuckkkkkkkkkk!” A shower of juice erupted from the girl’s nipples, and her body throbbed. “I. . . can’t take it. Ohhh god. Ohh, god.”
“You like that, don’t you?” Christen pressed down on the woman’s breasts hard, causing them to turn dark purple. “Come on. I know you want more.” More juice showered from the blueberry’s throbbing nipples as Christen continued to do her work, her own body pulsing. “Come on, Christen. Keep your own juices in check.” She wiped blue sweat from her forehead. “We have so much juice to work out of her system. Can’t stop now. Can’t swell up now.” She moaned as her pants ripped a little. “Fucking hell.”
Christen pleasured the girl for a good half hour, slowly filling up the room with her wonderous juices. When the lady started to get her thick, throbby limbs back, she began to wrap them around Christen, trying to kiss her and pull off her shirt. “Ohh, you are just soo wonderful. You taste soo good. I. . .”
Christen pushed herself away, her sumptuous breasts throbbing. “Thank you.” She moaned as her babies swelled, ripping through her suit. “Fuck, and I was doing so good.” She groaned as she fought to step through the blueberry juice pool. “There is so fucking much.” She shook her head. “It fucking comes up to my knees.”
“And I could just swell up to make more and more.”
“Whoh now.” Christen turned around. “I got all of this juice out of you because I care. The people here are taking advantage of you. They want all of this juice to make money off of you. Do you know you could have popped?”
The woman licked her lips. “Hmm? I am just here to have fun. I became a blueberry, and they wanted to help.” She arched an eyebrow. “Do you actually work here?”
“I umm. . . well, it’s temporary.”
The woman gasped. “I knew something was off.” She ran for the door. “Someone help! A crazy lady is trying to steal my juices. She wants to keep me from being a wonderful blueberry!”
“I am just trying to help.” Christen threw herself on the woman. “I am just trying to tell you that you don’t have to lock yourself in a building with people who want nothing more than to use you. You can be a blueberry on your own terms.”
“Get this crazy lady away from me!”
Olivia suddenly walked into the room. “And what do we have here?”
Christen gulped. “I can explain.”
