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Juicy Work
🕑 Added 2024-05-22 04:07:54 +0000 UTCJen is working odd jobs just to get by but this job will turn into a juicy surprise.
Juicy Work.
Olivia sighed as she looked over the report. “I hate doing this.” She typed away on the computer. “Out of everything I have to do for Red, this is the worst. Tracking where our blueberry products go. Wait.” She narrowed her eyes. “Umm, this isn’t good. I think I might have mixed up a shipment. I might have sent the wrong juice product to someone.” She gulped. “I hate that we produce two different types of blueberry filling because Red doesn’t want the company to be completely, oh my god, we turn people into blueberries. But if he finds out I did this, he will kill me.
She spotted one of the new attendants walking down the hallway. “Hey, you are new here, right?”
The man pointed at himself. “Me?” Olivia nodded his head. “Umm ya.”
“What is your name?”
“Ronald.”
“Okay, well, welcome to Red’s Juicing Station.”
“Oh, thank you. You know people are so kind here.” He smiled as he went on with his day.
She wrote the name down. “Ronald. When this blows up you are taking the fall. Because I can’t let Red know we let some of the special blueberry juice out into the wild without his permission.” She sighed. “Someone is about to get an extra special blueberry pie.”
***
Jen wiped the sweat from her forehead as the delivery truck pulled into the driveway. “Hmm, I wonder what that could be.” She sighed as she leaned against the push mower and watched her client Zach walk towards the truck. “Whatever it is, it smells good.” She was working her way through college, trying to earn money to pay her rent. It was nothing but odd jobs here and there. In this economy, you have to take what you can get. She didn’t want to mow people’s lawns, but hey, it helped to pay bills. It wasn’t like they wanted to do it themselves. Her only real complaint was she was stuck using a medieval push mower.
Zach waved to the driver and walked up to the house. As he did so, he waved at her. She smiled, taking it as a sign for a much-needed break. This was her third house today, and she was beat. Between the ninety-degree heat and pushing her damn little mower, she was ready to have some water. Maybe a bite to eat if Zach didn’t mind her going out for a bit to grab some fast food. She waved at him as she ran up to him. “Thank you for letting me relax a bit. It’s been hell today.”
He smiled as he sat on his porch. “Really?”
She pulled at her damp jeans. “You don’t know the half of it. When was the last time you were out in the bleeding sun for a good five hours?”
He laughed as she set his package down on the table between them. She could smell a wonderful aroma drifting from it with a hint of blueberries. “Almost every day. You do know I work on a farm.”
She had guessed that. Jen didn’t always like working his lawn due to the smell of manure at this time of year, though seeing the goats and horses was nice.
“So, you want something to eat? Maybe a nice cold glass of water to go with it?”
“Huh? You are not going to make me drive down to Greasy Freds to get my dinner?”
Zach laughed. “No. You are doing me a solid, so I thought I would buy you something special.” He pushed the package towards her. “I heard you like pies, especially blueberries. Now, why don’t you treat yourself while I go and get that water? We have a wonderful spring here, so you will love it.” He stood up and vanished into the house.
She knew she smelled blueberries and immediately tore at the box. Jen couldn’t believe he remembered as she had only told him once. As the wrapping ripped open, the smell of blueberries only intensified. “Oh god. It’s. . . wonderful.” She licked her lips. “Now pace yourself, Jen. You still have work to do, so you can’t bog yourself down on such a. . . wonderful. . . delicious looking treat.” She said that, knowing full well that if she didn’t control herself, she would eat the pie whole.
Zach returned a few moments later with a glass of water, a plate, a knife, and a fork. “Here we are. Hope you enjoy.”
“You aren’t going to have some?” She cut herself a piece.
“I have some leftover chicken and sausage skillet in the fridge. Besides, blueberry pie isn’t really my thing. Again, this is your treat.” He turned around. “Tell me if you need any of it wrapped up.”
She nodded her head as she dug in. “Will do.” She hoped there would be some left as some of the pie dripped down onto her t-shirt. “I will do my best to save some.”
He laughed. “I am sure you will.” He left her alone.
As she dug into the pie, she couldn’t help but feel it was filling her up more quickly than usual. “Ugh, that is strange.” She scratched at her side. “I have only had one piece, and I already feel full.” She moaned. “No, I feel. . . ugh. . . so fucking full and bloated.” She stood up. “I think I will save this for later. It is so fucking good but filling.” She turned around, her face bright blue. “I just hope I can get through work now. Hey Zach, you can put the rest of the food in a bag.”
“What, you are done already?”
“Well, you got the extra filling pie. What can I say?”
“Extra filling pie? What do you mean?”
She didn’t answer as she walked across the lawn to her mower. “Shesh, it’s hot.” She snorted. “I better finish so I can head home and enjoy some time to myself. Get some studying in and maybe some gaming.” As she put her hands on the mower handles, she felt the pressure in her body increase. “Ugh, and I should hurry before this pie decides it wants to do anything funny with my body. Ehhh?”
She raised her hand in front of her face. “What? My hand is. . . blue?” She looked over her body. “No, my entire fucking body is blue! What the hell is going on here?”
Gurrgle. She moaned as the pressure turned into a mixture of something pressing against her skin and pleasure. “Ughh.” She closed her eyes as she pushed on the mower. “I. . . should get this job done before anything else happens. It’s just a little blue skin and. .” Gurrgle. “Some weird sensations inside my body. Something that feels like blueberry juice?”
Jen’s eyes widened as she realized what was going on. “Am I turning into a blueberry?” Her question was answered as her hips began to expand, her jeans suddenly feeling tight against her skin. Blort. “Ughh.” Her hands gripped the mower handle tightly. “God damnit. Get it together, Jen. You can control this. No need to bloat out of control here.” Glorp. Her belly bubbled and bounced as it swelled. “Ughh, I don’t think I have this under control.”
“Hey Jen, is it me, or is the smell of blueberries becoming more. . .” Zach’s jaw drops as his eyes land on her swelling body. “Holy crap.”
She waves her hands about. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
“I umm. . . I really need to start taking my meds again.” He rubs his forehead. “I think I see a giant round blue version of you.” He turns around and walks inside. “Ugh, what a crazy day.”
“Wait.” She starts to walk after him, her body bouncing about with every step that she takes. “This isn’t some hallucination. I am really swelling up.” Blort. Gurrgle. She moans as her waistline becomes even more expansive, her jeans ripping as her blueberry body slowly is revealed into the sunlight. “Ugh.” She moans as she feels the juice rush to her torso. “I am ripening, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.” She places her hands on her knees. “All of this juice is making it hard to move. What am I going to do?”
Jen shook her head as her shirt tightened around her body and her pants slowly ripped, revealing her big blue ass. “No, I can’t panic right now. I have to get to Zach and convince him to. . .” She moaned. “To help me. Ughh.” Juice surged into her boobs, causing them to swell and giggle about. “God, everything is becoming so sensitive.”
She stumbled forward, her juices now becoming so heavy it was weighing her down. With a big thwomp, her ass exploded, her pants off her body, her thick thighs rubbing against one another constantly. Jen could feel her legs trying to merge into her waist or was it her ass. She didn’t know at this point. She was becoming a giant round blueberry, and blueberries didn’t have legs or arms for that matter. Her arms, thick with blueberry juice, flung about as they were forced further and further apart.
“Fucking made it.” She gripped the front door of Zach’s house as her thick thighs were forced further and further apart. The fabric of her shirt was starting to tear, her boobs beginning to become visible. Her bra was constantly rubbing and pressing against her body, and her torso looked like a giant beanbag chair. “I have to. . . get inside and convince him to help me. To convince him to take care of me. I need. . . a loving. . . human to. . . help my ripening body.” She blinked her eyes, unsure of where such words came from. “Ugh, I think I am going crazy. This juice is getting to me.”
She pushed the door open only to fall forward, her shirt ripping in a shower of juice. As she landed on her firm, juicy body, her bra ripped apart, blueberry juice spilling onto the floor as she moaned. “Ohh fuck yes.” She couldn’t take it anymore. She was overtaken by the wonderful juicy pleasure overtaking her body. “I will ripen. Bigger and bigger. If only Zach was here to help me. To. . . take care of me!”
“What is this? How did such a giant blueberry get into my house?”
She looked up at him, moaning. “Oh, Zach.” She licked her lips as her arms were forced even further apart. In just a few moments, only her hands would become visible. “You are just in time. Help me upright, please.”
“Oh my, it talks.” He rubbed his forehead. “I guess I wasn’t hallucinating earlier.”
“Of course, not silly. Now, do what I say already.”
He walked over and placed his hands on her body. “This is crazy. You need help.” He groaned as he rolled her onto her big round juicy ass. “God, you are heavy. What the hell is inside of you?”
Jen giggled. “Blueberry juice, of course! What do you think would be coursing through my veins.” She moaned as juice dripped from her nipples. “You can take care of me, right?” Her hands pressed tightly against her side. “Ugh.” She shook her head, her swelling now coming to an end. “And I was just starting to enjoy myself.”
“What do you mean take care of you?” He ran his hands through his curly red hair. “Do you want me to water you?”
“Oh god, yes. While rubbing me down.” She licked her lips. “Pressing your hands against my body. Please.”
He gulped. “I don’t know what you did, but. . .”
“Oh, come on. You can’t help a little blueberry?”
“Little?” He laughed. “You are fucking huge.” He poked her in the side. “Ugh, I guess I can watch you for the time being. Though I can’t keep you here. If Gypsy comes home and sees you. . .” He gulped. “You will have to be outside with the other fruits until I figure out what to do with you.”
“But you know I will be the best fruit on this farm.” She winked at him.
“Sure.” He pressed his hand on her side as he started to roll her. “Tell yourself whatever you want.”
