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Welcome to the Juicing Station rough draft
🕑 Added 2025-02-08 05:55:21 +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 put the clothes on 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 am not going to 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 with you. Go back to collage. 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 blueberry virus crazy 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 lucious 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 anyways? 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 magisty of a blueberry girl am I right?”
“Umm right. Look what exactly will I be doing here?”
“Ohh 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 seince 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 walked into 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 a online casino.”
“What?”
He waved his hands. “Will you keep your voice down? Will 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 abourd. Welcome abord. 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 discofort.
“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 emplyees 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 tighend. “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 juicng 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 opend the door and gasped.”
