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A Juicy Secret
🕑 Added 2024-08-01 03:04:09 +0000 UTCA Juicy Secret.
Andrea stood at the roof’s edge, looking down into the dark factory. “This place will soon be exposed for all the lies and deceit. Just a simple little juice processing factory, my ass.” She creaked open the window. “You are built upon a throne of lies. You hear me! A throne of lies!”
A friend of hers was touring the factory when they vanished. Andrea tried to find out what had happened to them, but only to get a juice-stained note that Alexa was going on an extended vacation. The next day, Andrea went and checked out the factory for herself and asked around. The workers said they had never met anyone by that name, and no one would have written her such a letter. Then, before the end of her tour, Andrea caught sight of something odd. She saw a giant blue woman being rolled across the floor and further into the facility beyond one of the employee-only sections. Someone had kept the door just a little bit ajar.
Andrea wasn’t exactly sure what all this meant, but she was sure of something. She was going to figure out what happened to her friend. At the very least, they were going to cough up where they sent Alexa. If she was lucky, she would figure out what that giant blueberry was all about. That kind of story might be the very ticket to getting her into the big time. Andrea busts a gigantic blueberry ring. Strange factories are growing them to enormous proportions, and it’s unsafe to eat. Andrea is a hero.
She smiled as she lowered a rope into the building. “Yes. I will be a hero upon saving my friend.” She slowly slid down and landed on the factory floor, the rope landing at her feet. “Crap. I guess I am going to have to find another way out. Ahh, well.” She rubbed her hands together. “Time to get to work.”
Andrea wasn’t exactly sure where to go, so she picked a direction. This part of the factory wasn’t a part of the tour she had been a part of. “What in the world is this used for?” She stared at the strange equipment. “I haven’t seen anything like this before.” Beyond the massive cylinders, she also saw what appeared to be chairs that she would find in a typical household next to contraptions that seemed to fill up juice-stained containers. Also, the floor was, for some reason, oddly curved. She noticed a strange poster as she walked up to a nearby wall.
“If one of the experiments rolls away or swells too much, please retrieve it without getting juice on yourself. The blueberry juice will cause you to swell up yourself if you are not careful!”
“Huh?” she took out her phone. “I think this is important. I don’t know what it means, but I am sure it’s important.” As she snapped the picture, she could hear the sound of someone moaning coming from another part of the factory. “Ugh, this place is really giving me the creeps,” she snorted. But I better go and check out what that sound is. Who knows, maybe it’s Alexa.”
Shoving her phone into her pocket, Andrea hurried into the darkness. She made her way out of the room she had landed in and crept into one labeled JUICING ROOM. Inside, she could see a young woman whose skin was bright blue as she lay on the ground, blueberry juice all around her and draining into a small hole at the far end of the room. The lady was completely naked and didn’t seem to notice Andrea as she entered.
“Holy hell.” Andrea pulled out her phone, ready to take more pictures. “What in the world are they doing here?” The lady turned her head as Andrea spoke. “Shit.”
“You people said you wouldn’t come back until the morning.” She took a deep breath. “I. . . I have been juicing faster than expected. Can I have some more pie?”
“Umm, I don’t work here.” Andrea took a step forward. “What happened here?” She was taking pictures of the machinery and the blue woman as she slowly made her way across the room. She noted that the lady had abnormally large breasts and an ass. “Shit, if my boobs were that big, I would have men crawling all over me. They are bigger than a fucking G-cup.”
“You don’t work here?” she asked Andrea, confused. “Then how did you get in here?”
“Umm, I am. . . with a news reporting team,” she lied. Would you like to tell your story, miss? Tell the world how you ended up like this? All blue and. . . with such a supple chest.”
The lady laughed. “Oh, that is easy. I am part of the factory blueberry program.”
“That what?”
“Oh, I am not sure I should talk about it. It’s a secret. I got in trouble for finding out about it in the first place.” She laughed, blueberry juice squirting out of her nipples. “Oh, but it’s been so much fun.”
“Umm, what do you mean?”
The lady giggled as she rested on her massive ass. “I am sorry. Umm, I am Alexa, by the way. Hmm, you look familiar.”
“Alexa!” Andrea gulped. “Shit, how did you. . .” Andrea dropped her phone, which landed at her feet in the sticky blueberry juice. “Fuck!”
“Everything okay, miss?”
“Sorry.” She reached down and grabbed her phone. “Eww.” She shook the blueberry juice off her hand. “Alexa, how did you get like this? I have been so worried about you!”
“You have? I thought you said you were a news reporter.” Alexa narrowed her eyes. “Wait. Your Andrea.” She giggled. “I have missed you. But umm. . . you really should go and decontaminate.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The juice you just got on your hand. My juice. Umm, the workers here say raw blueberry juice like what has been coming out of me is very. . . contagious.”
Andrea laughed. “I don’t know what that means. I already wiped it off, so I should be fine.” Her hand was slowly turning blue. “Now, please tell me what they have been doing to you. I need to know everything so I can expose this place wide open! Do you hear me?”
Alexa giggled. “I think you are going to find out firsthand.”
“What?” Andrea threw her blue hands around. “This is serious. I come in here, and you are fucking blue and naked with ginormous breasts. I mean, you are even spilling blueberry juice out of your. . .” She catches sight of her hand. “Ahhhh!”
“I told you.”
Andrea turned towards the door. “Where is this decontamination area?”
“I think it’s too late. You are going to be a blueberry like me. Isn’t it wonderful!” Alexa threw her blue arms out to the side.”
“Wonderful?” Andrea turned around. “Me being blue and with boobs your size?” She tapped her chin as she thought about it. “Hmm though, I think if I had your ass and cup size, I could. . .” She waved her hands. “Why am I even considering this. I have to—” Gurrgle.
Andrea looked down and felt a new sensation rumble through her belly. “What is going on?” She pulled at her belt as her waistline began to slowly stretch outward.
“You are turning into a blueberry. Though you might stay one longer than I did. The others won’t come in to juice you until the weekend is over.” She slowly stood up. “But I can help.” Alexa licked her lips. “I think I might even see if I can. . . suck on your juices to grow myself.”
Andrea waved her hands. “What is wrong with you?” Gurrlge. She moaned as her ass began to press tightly against her black leather pants. “Ughh.” As she looked down, she could see all parts of her body starting to grow. Her ass seemed to have a mind of its own as it swelled inch by inch. Her thighs became thick and squishy. Her belly slowly became round, as if she had eaten the entirety of her fridge in one sitting. And her boobs were starting to fill up with juice as if she had attached a hose to her nipples. “How do I make this stop?” Her eyes went wide as her black leather outfit tightened more and more. “Fucking hell!” Shrippp. Blort. Gurrlle.
“But you are looking so cute.” Alexa ran her hand along Andrea’s ass, squeezing it. Andrea let out a moan as she felt her friend’s thick fingers press against her big squishy ass. “Don’t you like all that juice surging through your system?”
“I. . . fuck. . .” It was true she did feel good. It was overwhelming, but she had to. . . she had. . . Shrippp. Pop. A button flew off her jacket as her boobs bounced about. “Soo tight.”
Alexa pressed her body against Andrea’s, her boobs rubbing against her swelling friend’s squishy frame. “Just give into the flow.” Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. “That is right. Keep going. Keep going.”
Andrea’s massive breasts finally broke free, bouncing about on her blue body like massive blue ping-pong balls. “I feel so fucking full.”
“But you are nowhere near ripe,” Alexa giggled.“ Come on. Keep growing. Keep swelling.” She smiled.“ You know what”? She lifted Andrea’s right breast. “You haven’t even tried the beast part. Have a taste.”
Before Andrea could speak, her nipple was brought to her mouth. The taste of her juices flooded her senses. “Mhhmm.” Her ass suddenly ripped through her pants as her thighs slammed together. “Ohhh fuck!” She wobbled back and forth, her stance widening as she tried to stand. “Ugh. . . I. . . I love this, but I have to go. I have to tell people. My body. . . so much juice. So much proof.”
“But you can’t go.” As Andrea tried to step away, Alexa grabbed her, almost knocking her friend onto her ballooning ass. “We have to have a fun night.” She nuzzled against Andrea’s swelling cheeks. “You do want to be my blueberry buddy, right?”
Andrea moaned. “Fucking hell. You are. . .” She widened her stance again, moaning as her friend’s massive boobs pressed against her own swelling breasts. “I can’t stand it.”
“Am I pushing you over the. . .” Alexa rubbed her blueberry breasts against Andreas. “The edge?”
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” As she grabbed her boobs, juice squirting to the surface, Andrea fell onto her ass. “I. . . ohhhhh fuckkkkkkk!” Andrea waved her hands about as Alexa climbed onto her body, her blue body squirming against her own. “It’s too much. I can’t take it.” Her juices began to squirt all over the room. “I just can’t. Oh fuck. . .” Her thick thighs were slowly enveloped by her swelling frame. “Ohhh!”
“Am I making you hard? Am I making you big and round?” Alexa rubbed her boobs against Andrea as her right hand slowly moved down Andrea’s massive belly. “You are so wonderful. I wonder how your. . . other end tastes.”
“Oh god!” As she continued to swell, Alexa slid her finger into Andrea’s pussy. “Alexa!!!!!!!” Blueberry juice came gushing out of her nipples, spraying her friend in a shower of fluid.
“That is what I want to see.” She lifted her finger to her lips. “Mhhhmm. Juicy. Ohhh sooo juicy.” Alexa smiled as Andrea’s arms were forced further and further apart. “It seems you are. . . really starting to take on your blueberry shape now, my dear.”
“Ughh but what will happen to me?” She looked around as she looked more and more like a blue ball. “I can’t stay like this, can I? I—” Alexa cut her off with a kiss, her breasts pressing tightly against Andrea’s body.
“Don’t worry. I will be here to help you, my dear.” She caressed Andrea’s face, their nipples rubbing against one another. “And the workers will be here after the weekend is over to juice you.”
Andrea’s face turned bright purple as she remembered. “Oh crap.” Her hands flapped against her massive round body as she continued to swell beyond six feet tall and wide. “I was supposed to expose this to the world. I can’t do this when I am a giant blueberry.” She giggled. “I do feel good and all but—”
“Those are worries of the past.” Alexa squeezed Andrea’s side. “Stay here and be juiced with me.”
Andrea moaned. “Okay. I guess that little reporting thing was a foolish idea anyway. Being a blueberry is. . . sooo. . . much more fulfilling.” She giggled as blueberry juice dripped from her pussy. “In more ways than one.”
