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Stay with the group p2 rough draft
🕑 Added 2024-03-12 19:12:15 +0000 UTCStay with the Group p2.
“We can still make a run for it while he is gone.” Amy wobbled about, her giant blue frame vibrating with blueberry juice. “Mr. Grason won’t be able to force us to work on a blueberry farm if we just run off.”
Lyn sighed. “Amy look at us. We are giant blueberries.” She tried to slap Amy but her stubby little blue arm just wouldn’t reach. “Do you remember the last time you could even stand?”
“That isn’t the point.” Amy snorted as her breasts bounced on her chest. “If you just try hard enough we can do it. You aren’t trying. Look.” Her entire body shook like a water bed. “See I can make my body move and shake. “Her boobs bounced against one another, blueberry juice dripping out of them. “Why can’t you?”
Lyn shrugged. “Because maybe if we cooprate they might turn us back. Don’t you think if we fight this anymore than we have something bad might happen to us?”
“Well I see you two are having a juicy time.” Mr. Grason walked up to them as he rubbed his gloved hands together. “I have the arregments done. You two will be spending an extended time here with us for you. . . little adenture.” He patted Amy on her big round belly. “And don’t worry. We will take good care of you.”
Lyn narrowed her blue eyes. “What do you plan on doing with us.”
He crossed his arms and looked at her. “Well you see bratty girls like you help us with our juice production here at the farm. But there is one little bitty problem.”
Lyn growed at him. “And what is that?”
Mr. Grason laughed. “You two are far to. . .” He tapped his chin. “What is the right word here? Hmm. . .” He leaned against Amy, causing her to moan. “Ah yes. You are not ripe yet.”
Lyn laughed. “What? You have got to be kidding me. Look at us. We are giant blueberries.”
“Ahh well here is the thing.” He smirked. “You are very, very small for what we want of you.” He clapped his hands and about six people seemed to matarilze out of the bushes. “Bring a tractor up and haul these two back to one of the barns. We do have a barn ready don’t we?”
A young man walked up and nodded his head. “Yup. Just cleaned it out this morning after juicing Jessicia.”
“Good.” He looked at Amy and Lyn. “Tell Jessica she can go take a nice relaxing bath or something. Whatever it is our berry ladies like to do in between our lovely sessions. The rest of you take these ladies to have a lovely day to make some blueberry juice for us.” He smiled. “Besides they do need to ripen up don’t they?” He laughed as he turned around and walked away.
Lyn crossed her arms. “This is just great. They are talking to us like we are actual blueberries to just be. . .” She moaned as she felt cold hands press against her skin. “Hey. . . what are you all doing. Let go of me.” Three of the workers slowly picked up her big round body while the others lifted Amy’s. “That tickles. You are. . . ohh. . .”
Amy laughed. “Just go with it.” Her boobs bounced around as they slowly carried them. “Enjoy it Lyn.”
Lyn blushed. “I will not! This is not to be enjoyed. Don’t you realized what has happened to us?”
Amy laughed. “I realized that you are leaking a bit of blueberry juice.”
“Huh?” Lyn looked down and tried to cover her breasts. “Oh god this is just. . .”
One of the workers laughed. “Oh it isn’t anything to be ashamed of.”
Lyn took a deep breath. “It. . .it’s not?”
“You will be leaking so much blueberry juice later when we help you to grow so much bigger. You shouldn’t be worried about such a little dribble like that.” He laughed. “You aren’t even half way full yet.”
“What!” She looked at her body. “I am not even half way full.” Lyn took a deep breath. “What do you intend to do to us?” She gasped as she saw the truck they were carrying them towards. “Put us down immidetily. I will not be pumped full of blueberry juice. I won’t!”
“You think you have a choice you little theif?” They set Lyn and Amy on the back of the truck. “You decided to sample some of our products so you get to see what happens for such actions.” He looked at her. “But don’t worry soon all that worry will just float away as you enjoy yourself. Think about it. Your body slowly filling up with blueberry juice, expanding and ripeining. You will have the tme of your life.”
“Jerry stop talking with the berries and get up here. We have a schedule to keep.”
“Ugh.” He snorted. “Whatever.” He put his hands into his pockets. “Good luck you two.”
Lyn looked over at Amy. “I don’t like this one bit.”
“Oh come on. Didn’t you hear him? We will be happy as we ripen.”
The truck started up and they slowly drove deeper into the farm. “Amy stay with me. They are treating us like plants!”
“I mean is it so bad? Someone is going to take care of us. To tend to our ever need. We are going to have fun for a bit. Enjoy it.” She giggled. “And when I say enjoy it I mean it little ms party pooper.” She giggled as her blue boobs bounced about. “I have to wonder what it will be like to have all that juice inside of me. I can’t wait.”
“Amy!”
“Lyn I almost feel like you need to go first.” She giggled. “You are just so stressed. Don’t you remember what it was like when we were swelling up in the first place? You were enjoying it.”
Lyn blushed. “I was not!”
“Admit it. You were.”
Lyn moaned a little as her boobs bounced about. “Don’t you dare say that.” She took a deep breath, feeling her curves jiggle with the vibrations of the truck. “We are in a weird and dangerous predicament. I can’t. . . give into my juicy urges.”
“Oh so you have some?” Amy’s face lit up. “And here I thought you turned into a sour puss.”
Lyn blushed. “I. . . ughhhhh!” She snorted as they drove up to a barn that could be confused for a warehouse. “Look I may like it okay.” They drove inside. “But that is my own damn business.”
The truck came to a stop. “We are here.” The workers came around and yanked the two berry women off the truck. They then dragged them across the room towards a strange looking device. “Here we are.” Jerry took a deep breath. “Like our boss said you two are far from ripe. So that is what this is for. It is the blueberry juice inducer.”
Lyn laughed. “It is nothing but a mess of tubes.”
A young woman stepped forward. “The actual device is in a silo next store.” She grabbed one of the tubes and pressed it against Lyn’s backside. “But you don’t need to see that. What you need to know is that it is going to pump you full of blueberry growth hormones.”
“That is a load of. . . ohhhhhhh. . .” She felt the device attach itself to her back. “Ohh god.”
Another worker did the same to Amy. “Don’t worry.” Jerry laughed. “It should be fun for you two.” They backed away. “Just know that the process will take a while. A long while.” They pointed at the ceiling almost thirty feet in the air. “When you hit that you should be fully ripe and ready for the next stage.”
Lyn’s eyes went wide. “You want us to swell how big?”
Amy smiled. “It will be fun.”
Lyn looked back and forth. “Wait. Can’t we talk about this?” She gulped. “You can get a lot of juice out of me already. There is no need to do this.”
Jerry shook his head. “You are not ripe. We keep telling you this.” The walked towards the door. “Blueberries like you need to learn that they are not the ones to give the orders.” The closed them inside the barn.
Lyn took a deep breath. “There is no way I can swell that big.” She looked over at Amy who was a decent distance from her. “We can wiggle these things out of us right? Before they start pumping us full of blueberry hormones that will. . . that will . . .” Lyn knew that it was already too late. Her blue stubby arms couldn’t reach around her back and even if they could what then? She was so full of juice as it was how could she mange to muster up the strength to yank something that was already injected into her skin.
