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Origins of the Blueberry Factory
🕑 Added 2023-05-08 23:08:11 +0000 UTCOrigins of the Blueberry Factory.
Linda smiled as she walked into the manager’s office. “We did it, Larry. Our dream has come to life.” She yanked him out of his chair.
“Huh.”
“Can’t you believe it?”
“Honey, I’m working.”
She giggled, her long dark hair falling in front of her face. “Oh, my sweet dewdrop, you are always working on something. Come on. It’s our opening day. You should be happy. Pop some champagne or something. Relax.” She sat down in his big black swivel chair. “You are now the proud owner of the only blueberry factor in a thousand miles.
People will come from far and wide to get at our sweet, succulent delights. So put down the research, and let’s go party!”
“Not until I figure this out. We could increase our production tenfold if I get this project working.”
Linda sighed. “We just launched our dream job, and already you are stressing out over how to increase efficiency.”
He paced back and forth. “But Linda, you don’t understand. This formula, if it works, could genetically modify existing blueberries to create more juice. It could. . .” His eyes lit up. “It could put us at the top of all blueberry production, not just for the country but for the world.”
She laughed. “You do know you sound crazy, right.”
“I know I sound a little mad.” He wiped the sweat from his pale arm. “And maybe I have been working a lot.” He smiled at Linda. “It is just I am so excited about this. It could revolutionize the industry.”
Linda laughed. “Oh, could it now?”
Larry took her hands into his. “Yes. I am so close. If I just. . .”
“Ok. Tell you what. I give you another hour, and then you come with me to that place down the street that makes those sweet hamburgers that we love so much.” She rubbed his leg. “And then we have something a bit more special as the night goes on, hmm?”
“Ohhh?” His eyes widened. “Ohhhhh.” Larry laughed. “Of course, honey. Well, if you really want me to get out of work faster, why don’t you help me with the last test?”
Linda shrugged. “Well, why not. Anything so you will take a break, and I can have you all to myself.”
Larry laughed. “Of course.” He walked to the door. “This way. It will take but a moment.”
Linda followed him out of the office and onto the main factory floor, where men and women in massive yellow suits worked around huge drums full of blueberry juice. “It is a wonder, isn’t it. We will soon be the country’s biggest producer of blueberries and blueberry juice.”
“Of course. Now just in here.” He hit a button on the rusty wall, and a section of the wall slid open. “I keep my research in here where most of the workers can’t get at it.”
Linda followed Larry into the dark lab full of glowing tubes and cylinders which went from the ceiling to the floor. “Why haven’t I been in here before, Larry?”
He pressed a button, and the door behind them slid shut. “Because some of the work in here isn’t technically by the books.” He sighed. “Or by the laws of nature.” Linda’s eyes widened. “I have been working with some extraordinary stuff in here, but I think I am close to something. Look.”
Linda gasped as he pointed at a blueberry on the table, four times the average size of any blueberry she had seen. “Larry. What is this?”
As she reached out to touch it, Larry slapped her hand. “Don’t. This is a highly unstable blueberry.” She rubbed the back of her hand. “It is amazing it has stayed at this size for even an hour.” He tapped his hand on the side of the desk. “I can get them to grow; I just can’t get them to stay at this size. I don’t get it. If I could unlock the power of this accelerated growth, I could really put us on the map, honey.”
Linda rubbed her brow. “I mean, just this is astonishing. You don’t need to run yourself ragged.”
Larry slammed his hand down onto the table, causing Linda to jump. “But I need to figure this mystery out. I am soo close, darling. Don’t you understand? We could make a fortune.”
“I don’t think the blueberry business will be that big.” Linda rubbed her hand along the giant blueberry. “But you did do a good job here. I am proud of you.”
“Hey, I told you don’t touch it—
Suddenly the blue ball exploded, blueberry juice flying everywhere. “Ahhh!”
Larry ducked behind Linda as she was showered in blueberry juice. “Why didn’t you say this thing could just blow up?” She turned around. “Why are you cowering behind me?”
He gulped as he stood up. “I umm. . .” Larry stood up. “I was just. . .”
Linda wiped the blueberry juice from her face. “You coward. What if that had been someone trying to rob us?”
Larry slowly stood up. “I ugh. . .” He laughed as the juice dripped down her body. “You know, honey, you look quite cute that way. Maybe one night we should paint you blue.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Not funny. Now I think we should head home so I can change. All of this juice has ruined my outfit. I think some even went into my mouth.” She shivered. “Ugh, what did you put into this stuff. It tastes weird.”
“Some growth hormones. How did you think I got it so big?”
Linda sighed. “Well, let’s just get home. I need to get washed up, ok.” She flicked some of the juice off her body. “And let’s not let the workers see me like this. I would rather not have them making fun and taking pictures of me for this.”
“Don’t worry. We can head out the back way. Follow me.”
As they left, a fly landed in a puddle of blueberry juice, and as it sucked away, it slowly turned blue.
***
Linda rang out the blueberry juice from her hair as she stood outside the SUV. “At least I got the juice off of everything but my clothing now.” She slid into her seat. “I do feel soaked still, though.”
“Don’t worry. We will drive home, and you can slip into something nice to wear.” He rubbed his hand along her leg. “Then we can go out for a nice dinner. Sound good.”
She sighed and sat back in her seat. “At this point, I might just settle for a romantic dinner at home. I mean, come on, Larry, I smell like blueberries. I don’t know if I want to go out.” She wiggled her nose. “What will people think?”
“I mean, you smell wonderful. Screw other people if they have a problem with you smelling like blueberries.” He laughed.
Linda rubbed her belly. “Ughh. I feel a bit funny all of a sudden.” Gurrggle.
“How far are we from home?”
“We are still about fifteen minutes.” He looked over. “Hey, are you alright?”
“I don’t know.” She took a deep breath. “Is it just me, or is the smell of blueberries getting stronger.” Gurrgle. Her belly vibrated beneath her hand. “Huh?
She held her right hand up in front of her face. “I swear I got the juice off of this finger.” She scratched at her index finger. “Come off. Hey!” Her eyes widened as she noticed that the juice wasn’t coming off but spreading across her hand. “I umm. . . wait, is this juice?” She gulped. “Larry, I’m turning blue. I’M TURNING BLUE!”
Larry laughed. “Turning blue. That is imposs. . .” He looked over and gasped as he saw her face turn a bright blue. “Oh my god!”
Linda grabbed the wheel. “Keep your eyes on the road!”
“But we have to do something, Linda. Your body. . .”
“I know what is happening, but that isn’t an excuse for you to drive us into a crash.” Gurrgle. “Ughhh.” She rubbed her belly. “I feel very weird. I think my clothing is somehow getting even wetter.” She took a deep breath. “What is happening to me?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
Linda shook her head. “No! I don’t want you to stop so everyone can see my bright blue skin.” Gurrglgle. “Ughh, I feel bloated all of a sudden.” She shook her head. “So, you are driving home, mister.”
“Ok.”
She sighed. “Besides, I don’t think. . .” She looked down and gasped. “Oh, my god.”
Linda rubbed her hands over her swollen belly. “How did I get so big? I look like I ate a Thanksgiving meal all by myself.”
Larry turned his head. “Holy crap, you have one big belly.”
She crossed her arms. “This isn’t funny.” Glrop. “Look, can you put the air on? It’s too hot in here all of a sudden?” She took a deep breath. “I... I need.” She tapped her fingers on her belly. “Why is everything so tight? Why can I feel. . . I feel. . . juicy.”
“Linda?”
Her hair slowly started to turn blue. “Larry, I think I might be turning into a blueberry.”
Her seat groaned under her new weight. “We have to do something.” She moaned as her juice-stained outfit began to stretch. “Ohh, god.” She rubbed her body. “I umm. . .” She giggled. “Though maybe we don’t have to rush it.”
Larry pulled the vehicle to the side of the road. “Linda, we have to do something.
Your hips are almost touching mine.” Blort. “And I think your clothing is starting to tear.” His eyes widened. “Oh my.”
“I know. I know. This is just so. .” Shrrirp. “Ohhh fuck.” Juice filled her breasts, causing her shirt to tear apart. “Ohh god. Ohh, god.”
Larry sighed. “I umm. . . maybe I did find a way to get my blueberry formula to work.
I mean, you are getting pretty big and juicy, aren’t you.”
Her cheeks turned bright purple. “I am not a blueberry experiment.” She giggled, juice squirting from her nipples, staining her bra dark blue. “But I do love this. Swelling into a blueberry.” She shook her head. “What am I saying. Ohh god. I. . .” She moaned as her swelling thighs pressed against the sides of the car. “I need to get out. . . ohhh.” She tried to lean forward and unbuckled herself. “I can’t get it. I am too swollen.” He looked over at Larry as her head pressed against the roof of the car. “Help me out, honey.”
He gulped as she shut the SUV off. “I can’t even see the seatbelt. I don’t know what to do.” He leaned over and pressed his body against her squishy skin. “Wow, you are saturated in blueberry juice. It is almost as if it’s leaking out of your skin.” His hands rubbed against her belly as he tried to reach the seat belt buckle. “Wow, you are big. Ugh.”
Linda giggled as his hands slid against her swelling waistline. “Ohh, Larry.
You are. . .” She slammed her hand against the door. “That tickles. Ohh, my god.” As her boobs tore her shirt in two, her nipples pierced her blueberry-stained bra. “Larry. I think I am going to. . .” Juice squirted out of her nipples and stained the windshield blue. “Ohh fuck.”
He laughed as his hands wrapped around the seat belt lock. “I think I got it. Just hold on.” Larry slowly pressed the latch and flew into his seat as Linda’s body hit him square in the face. “Ouff.”
She giggled as she pressed her hands on her swollen folds. “Sorry, honey.
That seat belt was holding a lot of my juice back.” She rubbed her body down. “I do feel a lot better now.” The SUV heaved under her weight. “Oh my. Was that me?”
Larry shook his head. “We should get you out of here before we wreck the vehicle.”
“But honey. I can’t lift my legs.” She looked down. “They are so fully and flabby. How am I supposed to get out?”
“Just open the door. I will roll you out if I have to.”
Linda turned her head. “Ok.” Her pudgy blue fingers wrapped around the door handle. “This door was a lot bigger a few minutes ago. Ughh.” She pushed the door open as her belly and boobs rubbed against the airbag. “There, it’s open.” She took a deep breath as her breasts swayed back and forth against the dashboard. “Ohh fuck. I am swelling right into the car.
Things are getting really. . .” Blort. She closed her eyes as her bra started to tear apart, and more juice squirted from her nipples. “Juicy.”
Larry rubbed his hands together before ramming his entire body against his wife. “Ok. I am going to get you out of here one way or another.” As he pushed, he noticed her pants and undies had ripped apart and slid under her body. “Shesh, she looks good as a blueberry.” He blinked his eyes. “What am I thinking. I need to focus on getting Linda out of here. Not looking at her big blue. . .” He took a deep breath. “That sweet blue ass and her big blue breasts. She looks so good.”
Linda moaned as she slowly rolled through the doorway. “Ohh my.”
One of her boobs slid out of her bra. “This feels so good.” She giggled as her head and torso slid out of the vehicle. “Who knew that turning into a blueberry could be so fun.” The other half of her bra popped off her body as she bounced out of the SUV and landed on her big melon-sized boobs. “Ohh my.” Glorp. Juice rumbled throughout her body as she struggled to push herself upward. “I am soo heavy.” She giggled. “And I still feel myself swelling. My boobs and ass feel soo sensitive.”
Suddenly Larry fell out of the SUV and landed on her big squishy blueberry ass. “Ohh my.” He rubbed her butt. “This feels. . .” He blushed. “This feels lovely. I umm. . . Linda. . .”
She turned her head and giggled. “Larry, what are you doing back there?”
He gulped. “I was umm. . .”
She smiled. “What do you play somewhere where I can wrap my arms around you while I can.” Juice seeped from her boobs. Blort. “I am a swelling blueberry, after all. Ohhh.”
Larry blushed and slid off her body. “Well, let me roll you onto your back then.” Then, with a smile, he turned Linda over, her boobs rubbing against his body as he did so. “Ohh god, you feel wonderful.”
She giggled as she rested comfortably on her rear end. “I do feel good.”
Larry climbed on top of her, rubbing her big blue breasts. “So, I think this is a happy accident. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Linda smiled. “Yes. Now you have your blueberry issue fixed, honey bun.”
“Huh?”
“Why you just use this mixture on people like me. Oh, don’t worry, this experience is soo wonderful.” Juice squirted from her nipples. “Why being a big blueberry and getting in touch with your fruity side.” Her eyes drifted to the sky. “It isn’t like anything I can describe. It sets off parts of yourself you didn’t know you had. I feel constant orgasms blasting throughout my body. And that is nothing compared to when you rub against me.” She moaned. “And it just keeps getting better the more juice that fills me. Ohhhh.” Gurrrglge.
“You did it.”
Larry hugged her. “Well, this should be the first step towards a brighter blueberry future.”
***
Present day: Larry sighed as he returned home from work. “Ugh. If only I didn’t have to deal with Red. Then my blueberry cure would actually work.” He opened the door to his house. “At least I’m home.”
Linda stood up as he walked through the doorway. “Finally, home, I see.”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
She put her hands on her round blue hips. “That I want the old Larry back?” She walked up to him and ran her blue fingers along his face. “It has been almost twenty years, honey. Twenty long years. What happened in this town isn’t your fault.” She pressed her big blue breasts against him. “Now, come on, and let me help you wash the stress of the day away. Like old times.”
He pulled away from her. “You know I don’t want that.” He looked away from her. “I can’t stand anything to do with blueberries. I. . . failed you.”
Linda looked down at the ground. “You didn’t fail me, Larry. I like being a blueberry. I told you that the day I swelled into one. There was a time when you liked me being big and blue too.” She crossed her arms. “There was a time when you didn’t go juicing crazy either. I haven’t swelled up in three long years.”
Larry looked out the window. “Well, if the town hadn’t gone into a blueberry crisis, that was our fault. . .” He rubbed his brow. “I still want you to take the cure just like everyone else, Linda. I made a mistake all those years ago. I. . . don’t want to hurt these people anymore.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You never once hurt me. I have enjoyed my life as a blueberry for every moment.” She sighed. “Larry, you lost sight of the good in things. You can only see people being blueberries as a negative. And because of that, I think I have to leave.”
He turned around. “What?”
“I have been waiting for the old Larry to come back for three long years. The Larry who loved for me to swell up and feel the juice flowing through me.” She sighed. “But I don’t know if he is there anymore. The Larry who is here now is just so focused on fixing a mistake that isn’t even one. It is a gift in disguise.” She walked over and picked up a bag. “I will send you my contact information tomorrow. When you give up on this foolish cure stuff, maybe we can talk again.” Larry stood speechless as she walked out the door, Linda’s giant hips swaying back and forth.
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