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The Blueberry Experience extended preview
🕑 Added 2023-07-04 21:11:09 +0000 UTCThe Blueberry Experience.
Fran smiled as she walked into the back room of Goodman’s Friendly Market and examined all of the giant blueberry women. “Well, it would seem we had a good sale.
Right Frank.” She narrowed her eyes as Frank continued to scrub down the nearest giant blueberry. “Frank!”
He gulped and turned to face her. “Oh umm. . . right. Of course, we did.” He leaned against the giant blue lady, causing her to moan and blueberry juice to drip down her body. “They seem filled to the brim and ready for juicing. Our new formula works like a charm, ma’am.”
“Good. At least we know it will work on those pesky thieves who think stealing from us is a good idea.” She shook her hands. “Our store does not give out free handouts!” Fran slammed her foot onto the ground.
“So, are we going to juice them for our products? You know blueberry pies, cakes, and such?”
Fran looked up at the big blue women. “Not all of them. Sure, extracting the juice from them will be good for our store, but one of them has a date with a local fair. I talked with her husband, and we came to a bit of an understanding.”
“An understanding?”
Fran nodded her head. “Yes. Don’t you worry about it one bit. We will still get the juice out of the lady, but it won’t be the only time. Roll Martha into a separate room, ok.” She smiled. “As for the rest, well, some of them will be juiced and some. . . well, I think some work well as the blueberries they are.”
“Huh?”
“Think about it, Frank. Giant life sized blueberries. People would pay a fortune for that. We could turn them into bean bag chairs for the kids. Or, well, anything we could think of. We don’t have to juice them.”
“Fran, you can’t be serious. This is. . .”
She smiled. “A wonderful idea? I know. Besides.” She ran her hand along the nearest blueberry lady. “I am sure they would love to stay in their current state. All big and juicy. Don’t overthink it, Frank. Now wait there while I get a list of who to juice and who not to.
Ok? Ok.”
***
Markie giggled as she was rolled into a massive room. “A room to myself. How quaint.”
Frank sighed. “I can’t believe I have to do this all on my own. I have no idea how to even begin to juice these giant ladies.”
Markie blushed. “Juice? Oohh no, no, no.” She shook her head. “I can’t be juiced. I love being a blueberry. Why would you want to juice me.”
Frank sighed as he shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I mean, we turned you into a blueberry for the juice. It isn’t anything personal.”
Markie’s giant blue body throbbed. “No, it’s my juice. It is how I stay so big. I like being big and. . . ohhh.” She rolled her eyes. “It makes my body so sensitive. The juice pressing against my nipples.” She squealed as a bit of fluid shot from her boobs. “It is so titillating.” Markie narrowed her eyes and looked down at Frank. You are not taking that away from me. I would sooner roll over you and smush you if I could.”
“Hey, now I am not going to put up with a difficult blueberry. I have juiced many blueberries in my time.” He took a deep breath. “But it just so happens that we are short-staffed today, so I have to do all of this myself.” He looked down at his sneakers and lowered his breath. “Something tells me those slackers heard we would be having an influence of blueberry ladies today, and they took the day off to avoid a juicing spree.”
