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A Very Juicy First Date
🕑 Added 2024-07-20 03:49:46 +0000 UTCA Very Juicy First Date.
Vicky paced back and forth outside of Jack’s Snack Shack. “Ugh, I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I just can’t!”
Her phone suddenly vibrated against her thigh, causing Vicky to jump into the air. “Ahhh!” She reached down and pulled it out of her pocket. “Hello?”
“Vickey, I know you are having a panic attack right now, but you can do this!”
She narrowed her eyes. “Garry. . .”
“Don’t Garry me. I know you better than you know yourself. Look, I know you are worried about meeting this lady for the first time, but don’t be. It will be a great time. You will knock her off her feet!”
“Are you suggesting I beat Sandra up when I meet her?”
“No. You are mishearing me. Look, just be yourself, and things will work out. Now get in there already and have a good time.” The phone went dead.
“Huhhh.” She crossed her arms. “I guess the time has come.” She walked into the restaurant. “Okay.”
The waitress walked up to her. “Hello. Do you want a table for one?”
“No. I am here to meet a lady named Sandra.”
“Ohhh. You must be Vicky. She had been expecting you. This way.” Vicky followed the young waitress. I hope you don’t mind that your food is already waiting for you. Sandra is quite peculiar in her tastes and likes to surprise the people she goes out with.”
“I guess not.” They came up to a booth at the far end of the restaurant. “Here we are.”
Sandra looked up at them. “I assume this is Vicky?”
She smiled at Sandra as she sat down. “Yes. Is this pie?”
Sandra nodded her head. “Yup. The best blueberry pie around.” She giggled. “I thought you would love to share some.”
“I haven’t had blueberry pie in ages. Though I. . . I wasn’t expecting to have pie tonight.”
“I mean, we could have something else first. Save the pie for. . .” She licked her lips. “Desert.”
“Oh no, it’s fine. You went through the trouble of getting this for me. I guess it’s only fair to share it with you.”
Sandra clapped her hands together. “Oh, perfect. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.”
Vicky used her knife to cut a slice of the pie. “Well, while I dig in, do you want to decide what else we are going to order?”
“Oh, trust me. The pie will be more than enough.”
Vicky giggled as she set her piece beside her. “I don’t think I can just settle for pie, no matter how good it is.”
Sandra cut herself a piece of the pie. “Oh, trust me, dear.” She winked at Vicky. “After you try this, you won’t want to have anything else. It will make you so happy, so very blue. It will open you up to all of the possibilities of life.” She set the slice down on her plate. “It will just be so magical.”
“You are making this pie sound like some kind of drug.”
“Maybe I am. So what?” She giggled. “It might be that amazing. Dig in and find out.”
Vicky sighed and picked up her blueberry pie. She found it a bit odd that Sandra was so obsessed with her trying out this food that she had already prepared, but she didn’t want to offend the lass. This date had to go right after all; it wasn’t as if Vicky had much luck in the dating department. As she dug into the pie, the blueberry taste quickly overwhelmed her senses. “Wow. You weren’t kidding when you said this was blueberry pie.” Vicky set the piece down. “You really put a lot of blueberries into this thing.”
Sandra laughed. “Yeah, I might have overdone it. But trust me, it will grow on you.”
“Aren’t you going to have any?” She arched an eyebrow, not noticing that her face was turning blue.
“I will in a bit.” Sandra leaned back. “I am just enjoying the moment. So, what do you do for a living?”
“I work at an insurance firm. I know it’s boring as hell.” She crossed her arms. “Honestly, I wish I could get another job sometimes. My work is so soul-sucking.” Her arms slowly turned blue. “Hmm, you know what. I do want another bite. It is slowly growing on me.”
“I told you.”
Vicky picked up the pie without looking at her hands. “But yeah, what about you?” She began to eat the strange desert once again, now enjoying the juicy taste of blueberries. “What do you do?”
“Oh, I work on growing blueberries. How do you think I made this pie today.”
Vicky giggled. “Well, thank you. It really tastes wonderful.”
“Oh? Before, you were saying it was a bit too much on the berry side of things.”
Vicky crossed her blue arms. “Well, I can change my mind. But I do think we should order. I am not just going to order pie after all.”
“Oh, of course. Of course.” She signaled for the waitress. “I also love to go skydiving. It is very fun.”
“Sky diving?”
“Yeah. What, you don’t have some crazy thrills that get your blood pumping?”
“I. . . am a very indoors lady, to be honest. Hey, are you going to eat that pie? I thought we were going to eat it together.”
“Oh, I am just waiting for the right moment.” Sandra smiled. “So we can. . .” She licked her lips. “We can truly enjoy ourselves.”
Vicky had no idea what she was talking about. But when the waitress showed up and gasped, she began to put two and two together that something was wrong. “Miss. . . we don’t allow people to paint themselves here. I will. . . have to ask you to leave!”
“What are you talking about?”
“You are fucking blue!”
Vicky looked at her arms and gasped. “What? How did this happen?”
Sandra smiled. “It’s okay. My friend here has a. . . rare skin condition. But if it’s restaurant policy, we can leave.” She winked at Vicky. “Come on. And grab the pie.”
Vicky had no idea what was happening but didn’t want the date to end so fast. And she needed to know what Sandra had done to her. So, she did as her date asked, grabbing the pie and following after her. “You need to tell me what is going on.”
“Soon. Just follow me to my vehicle.”
“Your vehicle? Where are we going?”
She looked back at Vicky as they approached the door. “My place. Trust me, it will be fun.”
Vicky wasn’t so sure, but she followed Sandra to her vehicle, jumping into the passenger seat. “You need to tell me just what is going on.”
“All in due time.” She rubbed Vicky’s shoulder. “In the meantime, don’t you want some more pie?”
“What about you? I thought you were going to have some.”
“Oh, trust me. I will get my blueberry soon.” She started up the engine and pulled out onto the street.
Sandra was right about one thing: Vicky had an ever-growing craving for pie. “Ughh, I think I can wait a. . .” She moaned the urge to have some more pie only growing. “You know what? I think I can have some more. But there isn’t anything to eat it with.”
“What is wrong with taking a bite out of the whole thing.”
Vicky’s eyes widened. “Isn’t she going to. . .” She shook her head. “I guess more for me.” As she dug into the wonderfully juicy desert, she felt her belly rumble. “Huh?”
“And so it begins.” Sandra rubbed Vicky’s shoulders. “Keep going, darling. I want tonight to be special.”
“Just what is in this thing?” Vicky moaned, her waistline suddenly tightening. “My belly! It’s growing? This fucking blueberry pie is making me bloat.”
“No, my dear. It’s turning you into a lovely blueberry. And if you think that if you stop eating it that it will stop things. . .” Sandra giggled. “Think again. You are going to be my big blueberry.” Vicky gasped. “Your decision now is how fast you want to swell for me. It makes no difference. I will. . . enjoy you either way.” She looked over and licked her lips. “I just can’t wait until I can suck your juices and turn big and blue myself.”
“What!” Vicky tugged at her seatbelt as her belly and hips slowly expanded. “You should have told me upfront!”
“And ruin the surprise. Don’t worry, you won’t stay this way.” Sandra pulled into the driveway of a cute tiny house. “But we will have a wonderful evening together all the same.”
“Ughh. . .” Vicky moaned as the juice traveled into her legs, causing them to become round and thick. “What do you mean, though, that I am going to become a blueberry?” She managed to undo her seatbelt just in time, causing her belly and hips to become even bigger. “I feel so. . . weird.” Her stomach suddenly rumbled as her shirt began to travel up her chest.
“Oh, don’t worry. Though you may want to get out of my SUV. Unless you like tight spaces.” Sandra giggled. “I love them myself.”
