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Cheaters are Always Juiced
🕑 Added 2024-08-13 03:41:23 +0000 UTCCheaters are Always Juiced.
Tammy stretched her legs as Gabby walked up to her. “Are you ready for the big track meet?”
Tammy looked up at the lady. “Yes. And this year, I am going to win.” She tapped Gabby on the chest. “You hear me!”
Gabby waved her hands about. “What? You are saying that as if I stole victory last year.”
“You start early. You always start early.” She sneered. “You are nothing but a good-for-nothing cheater. One of these days, they are going to catch you, and you will be sorry.”
Gabby turned around and laughed. “You just wish you could have as good of start times as I do.” She turned her head. “Admit it. You are jealous.”
“What?”
Gabby nodded her head. “I said it. Jealous. You know deep down you will never be as fast as me.” She smacked her ass. “Never have as strong or as long as legs as me.”
Tammy looked down. “I will say this. I will never have such a thick butt as you.”
Gabby snorted as she walked towards the door. “Right. I will just see you out on the track, won’t I?”
“Hold it.” A man in a suit stopped her. “You both are running today, right?”
Tammy nodded her head. “Yes. Who are you?”
He held out his hand. “I am with the race commission. You are to take these if you want to participate. They are part of our new anti-cheating methods here at the track. We have been trying to crack down on people abusing our rules lately, and this new method should convince people to follow our rules and regulations.”
Tammy took the small blue pill. “You want me to swallow this? I don’t get how this will help.”
Gabby swallowed her pill. “What? Afraid of following the rules?”
Tammy narrowed her eyes before downing the pill. “No.” She shook her head. “Ugh, why does it taste like blueberries?”
The man snorted. “It shouldn’t have any effect on you unless you break one of the track rules. It is a highly sensitive compound that will be triggered if you try and cheat.” He pointed his finger at both of them. “So, don’t! You don’t want to find out what this little devil does. You will be thoroughly embarrassed!” He turned around and walked out of the room.
Gabby then smirked and turned her head. “You can’t believe that, right?”
“I will when I see this pill work on you.” Tammy walked to the door. “I am sure it will bring your true colors to light.”
“It will not!” Gabby snorted. “I am not a cheater!”
“Sure.” Tammy rolled her eyes. “I guess we all will see, won’t we?”
***
Gabby slowly walked to the starting line, eyeing her competitors as she did so. She was the last to arrive, having waited until this moment so she could scope out the competition on the starting line. “Fuck. It looks like a decent showing this year! Some of these girls might actually give me a run for my money.” She gulped. “I. . . I think I am going to have to do my little trick to even stay competitive.”
Her thoughts drifted to the race commissioner’s words: “Ugh, I doubt that silly little pill could do anything to me. There is no way anything could be so sophisticated that it could detect if I was cheating.” Gabby smiled as she took her place on the starting line. “I have this in the bag!”
“Okay, everyone. I hope you are ready for an exciting day of track. Our first event will see these lovely ladies do five laps around the field. The first one across wins the gold. Let the countdown begin.”
Gabby watched the clock tick down. “Remember to take off just a half second before so people can’t tell you got a head start.” As the time wound down, Gabby took her shot, taking off just a split second before the gun went off. “Hopefully, this will be the edge I need to beat them.”
As she ran though, she felt something odd shoot through her. Gurrgle. Gabby blinked her eyes as she felt her nipples harden. “What was that?”
Tammy ran up beside her. “Hey, cheater.”
“What are you talking about. You know I don’t cheat.”
“Then why is your face turning blue?” Tammy laughed.
“My face isn’t blue.” Gurrgle.
Tammy gasped. “Was that sound coming from you?”
Gabby’s cheeks turned bright blue, realizing something crazy was happening to her. She glanced down and gasped as she saw her arms now bright blue. “Ahhhh!” She kept enough composure to keep herself from coming to a complete stop or slowing down. “Keep running. You are just a bit blue. You have to win this race. You have to show you are not a cheater. You are not a cheater. You will win at any cost.”
She moaned as a tremendous pressure began to build inside her belly. She looked down and gasped as her sides were slowly expanding. “Noooo! What is happening?” She gulped. “I can hear something liquidly sloshing around inside of me. It sounds like. . . blueberry juice. No wonder that pill tasted like blueberries!” She looked around. “Why is no one else turning into an effing blueberry?”
Gabby moaned as she tried to keep her lead, every step becoming harder as her body became heavier and heavier. Her butt began to sway back and forth, and her hips now looked as if she had eaten four whole pizzas. “God. I am so fucking full of juice!” Her eyes widened as she felt her nipples harden. “No!”
Tammy smiled as she ran alongside Gabby. “Something wrong? I see that ass of yours is getting even bigger.”
“Not funny.” She moaned as she felt juice start to work its way into her chest. “I have a major problem here.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have cheated.” They finished their first lap. “I wonder if you will even finish the race.”
“Not funny.” Gabby gulped as people began to pass her. “Wait. No. Stop. You aren’t supposed to pass me. Hey!” Her shirt was suddenly stained with blueberry juice, and her breasts swelled a few inches. “Fuckkking hell!”
Tammy patted Gabby on the shoulder. “Well, I have a race to win. I will check on you on the next lap.” She hurried past.
Gabby slammed her right foot down in protest, feeling all of the juice shoot through her body. “You can’t just run off on me! I am in. . . I have to. . . whowhhhh!” She waved her arms about as she struggled to keep her balance, her ass slowly ripping through her tight running outfit. “Help!”
With a massive thud, Gabby landed on her back, blue waves ripping across her body. “Ughhh. . .” She moaned as she looked around, people gasping and giggling at her. “Don’t just. . . stand there. Help me. . .” Her cheeks slowly puffed up and filled with juice. “I. . . need to finish the race. Someone at least roll me over the finish line. Hey!”
Someone rushed up to her—two young security guards. “Looks like someone tried cheating after all.” He looked at his partner. “You owe me twenty bucks.”
“Yeah, right. Come on. We better get her out of here before she gets any bigger.” He put his hand on Gabby’s right breast, causing her to moan. “The boss said she will keep filling and filling with juice for the next two hours, so we need to get her attached to a pump so she doesn’t pop.”
“Pop!” Gabby’s face turned dark blue. “What kind of pump?”
The man with the red hair looked down at her and pressed hard between her breasts. “We are going to attach it to your breasts and vigina. It is then going to continuously suck out your juices until there is nothing left to suck.” She moaned. “Oh, and did I mention it will also rub you down, so you will be a good blueberry?” He rubbed her. “A good blueberry who is happy and constantly producing juice and living up to our end of the bargain and—”
His partner hit him on the back of the head. “That is enough. We don’t need to explain that much to the berry. Let’s just roll her to be juiced. Let her enjoy it so we can get paid and be done with this business.”
He sighed. “Right.” They watched as Gabby thrashed about on the ground. “But we should wait until she is big enough to be rolled. I don’t think she is anywhere near ripe enough.”
“Stop talking to me like I am a blueberry!” She pointed at the man with the red hair. “I will let you know that outside of running, I am one of the most important business executives you will ever know. I own that skyscraper across the street.” Her legs were forced apart as her ass was dragged across the ground. Her shirt finally gave out, her breasts ripping through it and bouncing against her juicy chest as she continued to swell, bigger and bigger and bigger.
“Frank?” The red-haired man crossed his arms. “Does this look like some important business lady to you?”
“No, Marv. Just a big ole blueberry that needs to ripen a little more.” Marv patted Gabby on the belly as the other runners ran past. “So, keep on growing, girl!”
“You won’t talk to me that way! If there is any rolling to be done, you will roll me to the finish line!” She moaned as blueberry juice oozed out of her nipples. “And do it in a way that I don’t juice all over the track. I am getting fucking full. . .” She tried to point at them again, but her arms were slowly being forced apart.
“What do you say, Frank?” He rubbed his hands against her body and squeezed her folds. “Do you think she is getting there?” Gabby moaned as the man’s rough hand glided across her juicy body.
“I would say so. She is big enough to roll off the field. Just keep her from juicing on the track. We don’t need her to trip up the other runners.”
They slowly rolled her off the track field and into the confines of the stadium. As they did so, Gabby swelled bigger and bigger, moaning the entire time as her body pressed against the hard floor and the young lad’s sweaty hands. It was like heaven on earth for her as her juices bubbled, her nipples on fire as they rubbed against the fingertips of the men. She was learning to love her juicy state. Maybe she didn’t want to be fully juiced. Was there a way for her to keep her juices without popping?
Eventually, they came to the juicing room and rolled Gabby over to a massive machine. Marv and Frank didn’t waste time hooking her up, sliding a tube into her pussy, and attaching two nozzles to her breasts. They then looked at one another. “Who is going to stay in here and make sure the thing runs properly?” Frank crossed his arms. “And more importantly help the blueberry here be happy to produce the extra juice the client wants?”
Marv pulled out a coin. “Flip on it?”
“Okay.” Marv flipped it. As it landed, Frank called out, “Heads!”
“What the fuck! You waited for the coin to hit the ground.”
Frank was already at the door. “So what? You lose. Enjoy your juicy time.” He laughed as he shut Marv inside.
Marv snorted and looked over at Gabby, who was now twelve feet tall and almost fifteen feet wide. “Well, let’s start up the machine.” When he flipped the switch, everything came alive. The hose in her pussy slowly slid in and out as it sucked out the juice, and the nozzles around her nipples hardened and released over and over.
“OHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Marv then made his way over and rubbed her body, causing Gabby’s eyes to roll into her sockets. She could feel herself producing even more juice, which, in turn, made the machine work even harder. It was a crazy cycle. The more she was turned on, the more her body was worked. On and on it went for hours, her big, juicy body being bounced about. Then, it slowly came to a stop as she felt she could give n more. All her juice orgasms were spent. Her body, now looking more like herself but blue with beach ball breasts, fell onto the ground in a juicy puddle.
“Well, I hope you enjoyed your little cheating fest.”
Gabby moaned. “I am such a dirty little cheater. I will gladly cheat again and again and again!” She licked her lips. “Ohhhhhhhh.”
Marv turned around. “They never learn.”
