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🕑 Added 2023-11-17 21:56:17 +0000 UTCProduct Testing p1.
Olivia sighed. “There must be something better than just taking care of these giant blueberries.”
Mary narrowed her eyes, her massive blue breasts bouncing against one another. “I didn’t just hear you say that.”
Olivia raised her head. “I don’t know. Did you ever feel that you are losing joy in your work?”
Mary snorted. “Oh, come now!” She slammed her hands down on the desk, blueberry juice squirting out from her nipples. “We have the best job in the world! Not only do we get to pleasure giant blueberries, but we also get to enjoy our own berry bodies bubbling up from time to time. What is not to love?”
“But I don’t really swell up that often. I have to take care of all of these giant blueberries who get these lavish treatments, and what do I get? We, as handlers, are under strict rules to keep our berry bodies from swelling. It isn’t fair.” She dug her head into her boobs. “If I had known that when I decided to help work here, I would have stayed a big, bloated blueberry. I miss having people attend to me.”
Mary sighed. “Oh, come now, it isn’t all bad. We get to rub our bodies against the blueberries. Remember how nice that feels? Our enlarged breasts pressing against their bodies? The juices inside our boobs. . .”
Oliva sat up. “But it felt better when I had more juice inside of me. Don’t you remember? It felt like a thousand orgasms bursting inside of you.”
“Well. . . I. . .”
“I wish we could swell up from time to time.”
“Well, you know Red needs people to roll the blueberries into the juicing room. If all of the attendants just let themselves be overcome by their juicy needs well. . . well, then this juicing station just wouldn’t work.” She patted Olivia on the back. “But maybe you can send a request in. Get some time off or something?”
“Maybe.”
“Or you could get a transfer to the newly opened department. I hear they let the workers swell up in there.”
“Huh?”
“Oh ya.” Mary leaned against her round ass. “I don’t know what it’s about, but they encourage you to swell up over and over again. Alexa just came back from the place and was raving about it.”
Olivia rubbed her chin. “I might have to go and talk to Red about it. It could be fun.”
Mary smiled. “Ya, and when you are refreshed there, you can come back and join me. We always work so well together.”
“Ya, we do.”
“Then it’s settled. You take your little vacation, and I will see you soon.” Mary walked towards the door. “Enjoy yourself.”
Olivia sat up. “Okay. I think I will.” She stood up. “I am going to Red’s office right now!” She dashed out of the room, her big curvy blueberry boobs bouncing against one another. “I can’t wait to feel the juice surging through me once again. It is going to be so amazing. Oh my god.”
She flung the door to Red’s office open. “Red! I am here to request a transfer to umm. . . . your new department?”
Red looked up at Olivia in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
She blushed, her cheeks turning purple. “Marry told me there are job openings in a new department in your company. I just. . . I want the chance to swell up again, sir. That is all.”
“Oh. Close the door.” Olivia did as she was told. “Yes, I do have a new testing branch of my business. I have been looking for volunteers to go and test some new products.”
Red tapped his fingers on his desk as he stared at her. “Though you do need to understand something. Due to the nature of what we do here, you will only be allowed at the testing grounds for three days every week. Not only for security reasons but. . .” He sighed. “The things we are testing could have very drastic effects on your body. And we want you to stay the healthy blueberry that you are.”
Olivia nodded her head. “Of course. I want to stay my healthy shade of blue.”
Red smiled. “And I want to keep my blueberry girls happy. So, if you want to go to the testing grounds and be one of my testing subjects, I am all for it as long as you follow the rules.”
“I always do, sir.”
“Good.” He stood up. “Heather will take you there. She has already been there herself, so she knows the way.” He pressed a button on his desk. “Heather. We have another young lady who would like to do testing for us. Can you escort her there?”
“Of course, Red. I would be delighted.”
Red smiled. “Thank you again for all of the help you have given us.” He sat down. “Now, please enjoy yourself.”
A woman with enormous blue hips entered the room. “If you will follow me.” She turned around and groaned as she squeezed through the door. “Ughh.”
Red sighed. “Heather, what have I told you about letting your juices get out of control.”
“I am working on it!” She groaned, her hips bubbling. “Look, sir, the more you comment on it, the more I am going to swell, so cut it out.” Her cheeks turned bright purple. “You know as well as the rest of us that emotion has a big part to play in why our juices swell inside of us. So don’t make me blush.”
“I wasn’t. . . Ugh, never mind.” He sighed as Heather popped through the doorway. “I swear working with a building full of blueberries is an experience. Look, Heather, after you are done helping Olivia, you can treat yourself to a juicing. Okay.”
Heather moaned, her hips swelling a few inches. “Oh my god. A juicing? A wonderful juicing?” Her shirt turned dark blue. “I. . .” She gulped. “Okay, I. . . I can control myself. I just have to help my blueberry friend. Then, I can treat myself to that wonderful juicing experience. Ohhhh. . .”
Red rolled his eyes. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Olivia arched an eyebrow as she followed Heather into the hallway. “Are you going to be alright to take me to the testing area?”
“Oh. . .” Heather took a deep breath as she put her hands on her squishy hips. “I should be fine. I think I can contain my juices until then.” She giggled. “As then I get my juicing reward. Ohhh.” Her breasts swelled a little, blueberry juice squirting out of them.”
“Look, I want to swell up just as much as you do, but I need to know where to go. Please.”
“Right, right, right. No glorious swelling for this blueberry.” Heather took a deep breath. “And even if I did, you would have to make sure to squeeze every little bit of juice out of me like the naughty blueberry I am. . .” She giggled.
“Heather, hold it together.”
“Right. I am sorry. I get a little bit carried away at the prospect of being juiced.” She laughed. “But you know how good it is. Feeling your body being squeezed as that pump extracts the juice from your pussy. Ohhh, it is just pure bliss.”
Olivia felt the juices inside of her bubble. “Oh, don’t make me think about it.”
She moaned. “I. . . I have wanted to go back there for months. But I haven’t been able to because of being a handler.” Gurrgle. “Damnit, Heather, you are getting me all bubbly.”
Heather moaned. “That isn’t good. If your juices start going and swelling, who is going to contain me when I. . .” She moaned as her hips suddenly expanded. “Ohhh. . .”
Olivia took a step back. “No. . . I. . . I can’t.” She tugged at her hair. “I really want to go to the juicing room and feel that wonderful pump extract my juices. . .” She licked her lips.
“Oh, that pump.” Heather leaned against the wall. “I can just feel it now.” She rubbed her belly. “And the attendants pressing their boobs against your body. Their nipples digging into your big squishy skin.” Her body was now swelling at a steady rate.
Blort. Olivia’s ass suddenly shot outward. “Ahhh!” She gasped. “No. I need to control myself.” She moaned as she felt the juices inside herself rage. “I can’t swell into a blueberry yet. I have to get to my new job. Ohhhh.” Her breasts bounced against one another as the blueberry juice flowed through them.
“Oh, I don’t think we are going to make it.” Heather moaned. “I am to the point that I am just embracing my fate.” She fell back onto her swelling ass. “Join me, Olivia. And we can go to the juicing room together.”
Olivia moaned. “But my. . .” Gurrgle. She looked down at her body. There was no stopping what had already begun. Olivia took a deep breath. “Why am I fighting this? I will go to the testing site later. For now, I am going to enjoy myself. Not only will I get some lovely attendees to wait on me for once, but I will get juiced. I haven’t been juiced in ages.” She moaned. “I. . . I can’t wait.”
She threw her arms out wide and fell down onto Heather, her body bubbling as she did so. She laughed as she bounced on Heather, their berry boobs rubbing against one another and their juices mixing. “Oh my.” Olivia laughed as she pushed herself up, her belly expanding as it rubbed against Heather. “It seems I might have fallen. Opps.”
Heather giggled as her legs were forced apart. “Oh, that is quite alright. I like you on my chest.” She laughed as her body continued expanding, looking more and more like a blueberry by the second. “I have quite forgotten what it feels like to be so big and round.” She licked her lips. “Ohh, my pussy feels sooo good.”
Olivia ran circles around Heather’s nipple. “You are quite a cute blueberry, my dear.” Her waistline rapidly expanded. “I fear I am having a hard time staying on, though.
You know.” Olivia struggled to hold on as she began to look like a big blue bean bag, her massive breasts squishing against Heather. “Ohh god I. . . ohhh. . .” Her juices seeped from her nipples.
“Don’t let those juices out too early. You want to swell big and strong for the juicer, remember.” Heather giggled as Olivia rolled away. “We want to be big blueberries. Ohh.”
Heather moaned. “Yes. Big blueberries.”
“What is going on out here?” He gasped as he saw the two ladies. “What the hell!”
Heather giggled. “Sorry, boss. We couldn’t. . . contain ourselves.” Blueberry juice squirted out of her nipples.
“Ughh. Great. Now I need someone to come up here and roll you two down to the juicing room.” He crossed his arms. “Like I don’t have enough on my plate.”
“Umm. . .” Olivia moaned. “I am still going to the testing facility after I am juiced, right?”
Red narrowed his eyes. “Yes, yes. Of course.”
Olivia swelled an inch. “Yes!” Blueberry juice seeped from her pussy. “I am going to be the best blueberry in the company.”
Red shielded himself as blueberry juice rained down on him. “Ugh, remind me why I work with you berries again?” He walked into his office. “I swear you all need to get better control over yourselves.”
Olivia laughed. “I think we have perfect control over ourselves. Right, Heather. Heather?” She turned her head only to see the other blueberry woman had fallen into a state of lustful moaning. “Oh my. Well, I guess we will be rolled into the juicing room soon. I can’t wait.” She licked her lips, feeling her body expand as the juices inside of her bubbled.
“Then I will go and see how this testing place is. Oh, I can’t wait. Oh, I just can’t wait.” She moaned as her breasts swelled. “It is just so hard to contain myself!”
Two naked blueberry women with round curvy boobs walked up to Olivia. “Oh my, did our blueberry friend meet with a swelling accident?” Olvia recognized the voice. It was Mary.
The other woman giggled. “She sure did. It seems we have to treat her to a very special juicing. Come on, Mary.” Olivia recognized the other woman as Pamala. “Let’s roll her down to the juicing room.” Pamala rubbed her body against Olivia. “She is due for some sweet and tender care, don’t you think?”
“I do. I do.”
Hether’s voice filled the air. “Hey! What about me!”
Mary laughed. “The boss says you can stay there and think about what you did. We will come for you in a few hours.” The two berry ladies laughed.
Pamala nodded her head. “Ya. Red’s assistant is supposed to have more self-control. So, you can stay there and think of what you did.”
“Jokes on you two.” Heather laughed. “It is only going to make me more excited.” Heather moaned, her body swelling a little.
Pamala laughed. “Red’s counting on it.” She slapped Heather on the ass. “Now get to swelling, dear. We want that juice.”
Heather slapped her hands against her taunt blue body as they rolled Olivia away. “Hey!
That isn’t fair! Just because I’m Red’s right-hand berry doesn’t mean you can treat me like this. Now get back here and treat me with the juicy respect I deserve. I mean, the ceiling is getting close. You can’t leave me here!”
Mary rubbed her hand against Olivia’s body. “Now darling, I know you have had a bit of a mishap, but don’t worry, your sisters are here to take care of you.” They rolled her down the many hallways of the juicing station.
“Yes, let your worries all fade away.” Pamala squished her boobs against Olivia’s round ass. “Just a few more moments, and we will be in your own personal heaven.” The two lovely berry ladies opened the door to the juicing room, the very room where Olivia had brought overstuffed blueberries countless times before. “Here we are. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Oh god, yes.” Mary gasped as Olivia’s body swelled almost an entire foot. “I can’t wait.” Blueberry juice oozed from her pussy.
“Whoh, calm down.” Marry took a step back. “You are almost producing more juice than the juice can handle.”
“Pamala laughed. “Ya.” She laughed as she watched Olvia’s breasts swell. “We might have to attach some nozzles to your nipples as well.”
“Ohh fuck! Yes, please!” Juice squirted out of her nipples as she continued to swell.
Mary crossed her arms. “Why would you say that? Can’t you see she knows how this process works and is overcome by juicy lust?” Pamala shrugged. “Quickly. Get her hooked up before she gets any bigger.” Pamala nodded her head before dashing off. Mary then shook her head and looked up at Olivia. “If this is what you meant by pent-up frustrations before, I would have recommended a vacation, not a department transfer.” She took a step back as blueberry juice rained down on her. “Whoh. I don’t think I have ever seen a blueberry as ripe as you. I need to get that pump right away.” Mary laughed. “Before you out, juice the juicer.”
Olivia moaned. She had no idea why she had pushed this off for so long. The blueberry orgasms exploded inside her body, her juices oozing out of her love holes. She closed her eyes, not caring how big she got any more, not caring how much juice she produced. It just meant more lovely pleasure to burst inside her body. She could feel Mary and Pamala work along her blimp of a body, but it only added to her euphoria. She licked her lips as the pump slid into her pussy, and nozzles were attached to her swollen breasts.
Then, the juicing began. A fire burned in Olivia’s body as she felt her orgasms intensify. The juice went from a bubbling to a raging torrent. Olivia cried out in pure ecstasy as she bounced around the room, blueberry juice seeping out of the sides of the tubes. Despite the liquid being sucked out of her body at a rapid pace, she didn’t shrink. No, not with the joy her body was going through. She wouldn’t have it. She kept producing blueberry juice to make the moment last.
Pamala ran her hand through her blue hair. “This is crazy. I don’t know if the machine can handle this!”
Mary gulped. “Olivia! Seriously, calm down!”
“Ohhh, gooooddddd!” She could hear sirens, but it didn’t matter to her. Everything became hotter and juicier. She could feel slightly shrinking, but it only made her work harder to preserve the moment. Her eyes rolled into her sockets, her entire body lighting up like a Christmas tree. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Suddenly, she felt the dam of her juicy euphoria break, and with a massive sigh, Olivia relented. At the same time, the juicing machine broke down, and blueberry juice sprayed all over the room. Olivia giggled as she looked over the room, her big round body coated with juice.
“Oh my god. What happened?”
Pamala crossed her arms, her body covered in blueberry juice that wasn’t her own. “You were so caught up in your own juicy orgasm that you overloaded the juicer.”
Olivia laughed. “So, how am I going to return to my usual blueberry self?”
Mary sighed. “You are going to stay here while we fix it.” She raised a finger. “And no more blueberry orgasms, please! You are big enough as it is.”
“I am not. . .” Olivia suddenly realized she was double the size of the two attendants.
Even despite the juicer sucking the blueberry juice out of her, she was massive. “Oh god, I really lost control, didn’t I?”
Mary turned around and began to work on the ruined juicer. “Yes. Yes, you did.”
