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Understanding the Blueberry p2
🕑 Added 2024-10-10 03:10:04 +0000 UTCUnderstanding the Blueberry p2.
Betty ran her fingers through her red hair as she entered the lab. “Where the hell is Nora. It has almost been a week, and she hasn’t come in.” She put her hands on her hips. “Frank is breathing down all our necks, and she thinks she can just run out on us? What the hell is wrong with that girl?” Betty slammed her fist down on the counter. “I have to work double time thanks to her just skipping out. She can’t do this to me! She just can’t!”
“Betty, what are you doing?” her boss, Frank, walked into the room. “Did I tell you that you could take a break?”
“Sir, you have been working us all to death, especially after Nora just up and quit. Do you think these harsh working routines had anything to do with her leaving?” Betty clenched her hands into fists. “Like seriously, I haven’t seen Ted in a while either. It’s a blueberry company. Who is this nuts over blueberries?”
“You don’t get it. We are going to crack the code on what makes blueberries everlasting and wonderful if you keep at it. We will have a goldmine!”
“That just sounds like you will make the food even worse. Sure, it would taste great, but then everyone would have one blueberry for their entire life.”
“You are overthinking it.”
Betty slammed her hand against the nearby cabinet. “I am trying to deal with a crazy person. That is what I am doing. I. . .” She gasped as the door suddenly opened, and a blue glow emitted from inside. “What the hell?”
Betty turned around and looked inside. “I don’t know.” She pulled out the tray. “They are blueberries, but I have never seen anything like it. They are glowing and smell. . . soo. . . wonderful.”
“Maybe Nora left us something after all.” He rubbed his hands together. “I want to have these blueberries tested right away.” He pointed at her. “Eat one.”
“What?”
“I want to know how it tastes. Eat it!”
“But it’s glowing!”
“Do you want to be fired?”
“Maybe.”
He slammed his hand down. “Just eat the damn thing.”
“Ugh.” She rolled her eyes and tossed one of the blueberries into her mouth. “Mhmm. It tastes good.” Betty bit into the berry, the juice squirting all over her mouth. “Really, really good.”
“Okay, I get that. Anything else beyond that?”
She swallowed. “I mean, the taste doesn’t go away.”
Frank jumped into the air. “Yes!” He did a little dance, causing Betty to roll her eyes. “I did it. I did it. I did it.”
“Don’t you mean Nora did it?”
“Huh?” He looked at her. “Umm yeah, I guess so. Ugh.” The man snorted and snatched the tray of glowing blueberries away from her. “Look, just search for the recipe that Nora used while I go and show this off to the investors. Now get to it.”
She rolled her eyes as he walked away. “Get to it? How exactly am I supposed to find some dinky-ass recipe here? I could do something if he left some of those blueberries but no. It’s just more useless searching.” She scratched at her chin. “God damnit, Nora, did you really have to make the blueberry in these things last so long? I don’t think anyone is going to want blueberry flavor this much.”
Gurrgle. As she bent over, Betty couldn’t help but feel a strange sensation spread throughout her body. “I should have just quit. Like, I know it’s sensible to wait until I have a new job lined up, but this is just crazy.” She scratched at her chest. “At least he should try and ease up a little now that he has his precious blueberries.” She rolled her eyes. “Seriously, the man has gone psycho. If I could get a hold of Nora, I would tell her just hot nuts he has become.” She giggled. “Okay, now where is that damn recipe. Where would you hide it, Nora?”
Gurrgle. She snorted as her stomach started to feel tighter. “Great, and now I am starting to feel bloated. I think the pressure of today is getting to me. My therapist told me I need to try and cut down on the. . .” She took a step back. “I. . . what?” Betty slowly raised her hands in front of her face. “This isn’t possible. It isn’t possible one little bit.” She gulped as she watched her hands slowly turn blue. “I am just hallucinating. It’s the extreme blueberry flavor. Yes, that’s it.” Blort. A sudden pressure in her pants caused her to look down and gasp. Her hips had suddenly swelled by a few inches, her wonderfully red slacks now stained blue. “What the hell?” She gulped, her butt swaying about. “What is happening to me?”
As she turned around, her belly slowly pushed forward. “Ugh, I don’t think I should have eaten that. . . blueberry.” Her eyes widened. “And Frank is going to show it off to the investors as the new big thing. I have to stop him.” Throwing caution to the wind, Betty began to run, her body jiggling about as she did so. “God, it’s like I have a bunch of liquid bouncing about inside of me!” She grabbed her hips. “My skin feels so fucking squishy.” Her eyes slowly widened. “I feel squishy like one of the blueberries we have around here.” She moaned as her hips swelled another few inches. “I am becoming a blueberry. I. . . can’t let anyone else eat those berries.”
She hurried her pace through the darkened hallways, each step more thunderous than the last. Betty could feel her body jiggling about as she rushed for the elevator. The juice was slowly causing her hips and belly to expand like some kind of human balloon. “I. . . fucking hell. This. . . is so intense.” She moaned as she finally reached the elevator, pressing the up button. Thankfully, the door opened, and she walked inside.
A young man gasped as she stepped into the car. “Are you alright?”
Her pants stretched as her legs filled with juice. “I am just having a bit of an off day, is all.” She moaned. “Do you mind if you are going down that you get out and let me have the car?” She pressed the fifteenth-floor button. “I am in a very big hurry. Ohhhhh fuckk!” Her breasts pressed tightly against her bra, juice dripping out of her nipples. “Please. Let me have the elevator!”
“I am going up there. I was called for an emergency investor meeting about some miracle blueberry.”
“Oh?” She turned towards him as the door closed. “I know all about those blueberries.”
“You do?”
Betty nodded her head. “Of course. And they sure are a miracle.” She put her hand to her lip. “But I do have to say it’s a secret until I get to the meeting room.” She moaned, her pants struggling to contain her swelling girth. “Ugh, so fucking juicy. I am getting so big.”
“Are you okay, miss?”
Betty took deep breaths. “Yes. I. . . just. . . need to get to that meeting.” She looked up at him. “Can you undo my pants?”
“What?”
She blushed. “I am sorry. I don’t know why I said that. It was very out of turn for a blueberry like me to say.” She covered her mouth. “I am sorry. I am speaking very strangely right now.”
He crossed his arms. “Are you sure you work here?”
Shrippp. Parts of her legs began to become visible as more juice was pumped into her legs and hips. “Yes. I am a good blueberry who helps develop stuff here.” She moaned. “God, it’s getting hard to think. So much juice flowing through me.” She looked at him. “Why do I want him to rip off my clothing and take care of me? What is happening to me?”
The elevator door suddenly opened. “Well, we are here.” He stepped to the side. “Ladies first.”
She took a step only for her pants to rip open, exposing her giant blue ass as it wobbled about. “Ohhh fuck.” Her stance widened as she tried her best to hold up her juicy frame. “I am so sorry.” She moaned as she stepped out of the car, her legs and ass jiggling about. “So, fucking full and juicy. Ughhhh!”
The man gulped. “Do you need any help?”
“Yes. You might have to roll me towards the. . .” She shook her head. “Just help me walk.” He did as he was told, grabbing her by her massive ass and picking it up. The sensation of his hands against her butt only made her moan louder, the juices inside of her bubbling as they neared the meeting room. “Just a little. . . more. . .” Her lab coat began to stretch and strain. “One more. . . step. . .”
She pushed open the door just as her boss was holding up the tray of blueberries for everyone to see. “This will revolutionize the world of blueberry marketing. You go to the store and buy an everlasting blueberry.” All eyes turned on Betty. “Wait, what in the world?” She moaned as her blue-stained lab coat exploded in a shower of buttons, her blue breasts bouncing about for all to see. “What are you doing? Trying to embarrass me?”
“I. . . am trying. . . to. . .” Her bra suddenly snapped off, juice shooting out of her nipples and covering the executives. “Ohhhhh.” Betty fell backward, landing on her giant, squishy rear end. “Soo. . . oohhhh. I am such a. . .” Her eyes drifted into her head. “So juicy. I. . . love. . . this feeling. I want to be a blueberry forever.”
One of the men wiped his face off. “We have seen enough. If this is what these blueberries do to people, there is no way we can invest in this.”
Frank ran in front of them. “Wait, wait, wait. Please. This is just a disgruntled. . . umm. . .”
One of the women investors crossed her arms. “Really. I want to hear what excuse you have for a giant blueberry woman.” She looked at Betty. “Look at her; she is almost six feet round. Who do you think is going to want your blueberries?”
Betty moaned. “But being a blueberry is so fun. So good.” Juice squirted out of her nipples. “Ohhhh.”
“Look I. . .”
“We are done here.” They all walked to the door.
Frank ran after them. “Come back!” He looked at Betty. “You are fired.”
“It’s okay. I am a blueberry now. Why do I have to work?”
***
On the elevator ride down, Trisha wiped her face clean with a rag. “This was a giant waste of time.”
Brian nodded his head. “Yeah.” He narrowed his eyes. “Umm, Trisha, that blue stuff isn’t coming off.”
Gurrgle. “What do you mean?” She groaned, her belt tightening. “Ughh.” The others stepped away from her. “That. . . stop the elevator now. I want a cure from that jerk before I turn into a giant blueberry myself!”
