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The Juicing Station Rough Draft
🕑 Added 2022-01-30 06:33:59 +0000 UTCThe Juicing Station.
Christen sat in her in her kitchen and tapapped her blue hand on the table. It had been a full week seince her blueberry transformation. In that time she had experienced on and off swelling. Only once did she come close to swelling up into a blueberry again, the second time she went for a ride down the street when her now ex boyfriend Greg had thrown a massive rope around her and pulled her out of her house like a giant blue boncy ball. He was lucky she couldn’t sue him for blueberry releated injuries. But maybe that is a good thing because she caused her neighbor Margert to become a blueberry and roll away to parts unknown.
After that day it has been pretty quiet. Christen stood up, her extra large belly swaying with her movement. “At least I am not to big right now.” She tapped her blue belly. “I wonder how others live like this.”
She had seen the news. Giant blueberrys were popping up all over the city, even on a broadcast the other night one of the repoarters turned into a giant blueberry. The town was quite literally becoming one big blue blueberry patch one person at a time.
Christen sat down and turned on the television. She knew that eventually she would have to get back out there. She had a job to do, classes to attend but how could she face everyone like this? She ran her hands over her swollen blue body, the blueberry juice ozzing from her skin. “I can’t go out like this. Besides the fact that I could swell back into a full on blueberry I haven’t been able to put on clothes in three days besides my bras.” She scratched at her breasts. “Everything else just won’t streach with my changing body anymore.” She sighed. “I am sure everyone would just love to see me on campus.”
She laughed as her waistline expanded outward another foot and she let out a blueberry filled burp. “Opps.” She held her hand over her mouth. “I am producing juice again.” She took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling as the feeling past. “Ok.” She closed her eyes. “Phew. No need to get to excited. You know what happens.”
“Are you now a blueberry or do you know someone who is and do you need help?”
Christen looked up. “Huh?”
“Do you have new and sudden plant like urges that need to be let out? Do you have so much juice inside of your body and it won’t go away?” Christen sat up, crossed her swollen arms and looked at the telovsion. “Well do we have great news for you. Today is the grand opening of Handy Pal’s Jucing Station. We are servicing the growing demand of the human blueberries around us.” She watched as a man in blue makeup walked across the screen. “We understand that the last week or so has been rough and we want to make it better. While we cant’ undo what has been done to you we can make life much better for you.”
The background behimd him lit up. “With out special jucing station, it is everything a blueberry person could want. Massive industry heating lights, specialists who will use our special mineral water to coat your body so you don’t try out. Oh and the best part.” The camra panned to a passive piece of machinery. “This juicing station. If you are looking to spend the day not a giant swollen blueberry or even just filled with blueberry juice then this machice will pump all of the juice out of your body where we can sell it and you even get a cut of the profits. What a deal.”
Christen looked down at her perfectly round chest. “Be able to go out in public for a day?”
“So what are you waiting for? Come on down and experience the blueberry treatment you deserve at Handy Pal’s Jucing Station on Romance Road today. The commercial ended there.
Christen blinked her eyes. “What in the world did I just see?” She rested her right elbow on her squishy blue body and then put her head in her hand. “And I thought when I saw the newscaster pop on live television I had seen it all.” She sighed. “Though could they really help me. It would be better than what I have been doing, letting all of the juice just umm. . .” She tapped her finger on her chin. “I don’t even know what is going on, aborb into my body? Seep through my skin? She lifted her left arm. “I do find a lot of juice around the house. Ugh. I don’t want to think about it anymore.”
Christen pushed herself off the couch. “Ughhh. I guess I should give the place a try. It is better than sitting around here all day. Besides my classes resume tomorrow. I can’t show up like this.” She slapped her hands on the side of her pear shapped body. “Last thing I need is to show up on campus looking all big, blue and round.” She shrugged. “I can’t imagine how many people are going to get on me for my massive hips sheesh.”
She walked into the next room. “At least Romance Road isn’t that far away. I just go and get the car started and I should be there in five minutes.” Christen stretched her arms. “Though maybe I should put something on besides a bra.” She cracked a small smile. “If I am going out in public I umm. . .” She rubbed massive hips. “Everything is exposed down there. I can’t just walk out in public like this.”
She turned around and walked towards the stairs. “I think I have some leggings still.” She put her foot on the first step, the wood crying out in agony under the weight of her body. “Why did I have put my bed room on the second floor to the house?” She shook her head as she climbed the steps. “I am going to call someone when I get back from this juicing station to help me move my bedroom down stairs.”
She reached the second floor and crossed the hall to her bed room. A few moments later she stood before her dresser. “Ok I can do this.” She put her hands on the top of the polished piece of wood. “Just bend over enough and don’t fall over.” Christen took a deep breath and reached for the pants drawer. “Ugh.” She shook her head as she opened the drawer. “I should wash these sometime soon.” She pulled a pair of jeans out and threw them to the side. “I think the blueberry scent in the house is starting to seep into them.”
Her hands grasped a blue pair of leggings. “Perfect.” She pulled them free of her dresser and slowly stood back up, carful not to fall onto her back. “They are already blue. I won’t have to worry about staning them with my juice.” Christen shook her sholders, the vibrations slowly travaling to her feet. “Ok, I can get these on. You can do this.” She rolled her head. “Let’s go.”
Christen closed her eyes and slipped one pudgy leg into her pants. Once that was secure she slipped the other and pulled her leggings up. “Ugh come on. This is like trying to fit a pool toy into jacket. Fuck.” She took a deep breath as the leggings squeezed her legs and hips together, the juice inside her body travling up towards her chest and pushing her stomach out. With one more pull and a triumfent snap the leggines were in place. “Finnaly.” Christen put her hand on her round belly. “That could have gone much worse.”
She turned around. “Now to head to this jucing station.”
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Later that day Christen found herself on Romance street. “Wow they really went all out with this blueberry marketing.” She looked at the giant blueberry ballon floating above her head. “Surprised with everything going on that they have this stuff out.” She lowered her head to see a giant blueberry woman being rolled along the street. “Wow. I guess I am in the right place.”
She followed the giant rolling blueberry to a building at the end of the street with huge berry ballons. Christen raised an eyebrow as she approached the purple colored door. “What a strange place.”
A young man in a blue and red jumpsuit stood in front of her. “Hello miss. I see you are here for our juicing station services.” He put his hand onto Christen’s round belly.
“Hey!” She slapped his hand. “Watch what you are doing.”
“Sorry. It is just my job to inspect new arriavals.”
Christen took a deep breath. “I don’t know if I am a new arrival yet or not. I just saw your comerial and thought I would check the place out.”
He smiled, his white teeth gleaming beteen his outfit and dark skin. “Well I think you are going to like it here. My name is Red.”
“Red?”
“Yep. So I am guessing that you are slowly becoming a blueberry like her.” He pointed behind him at the giant blueberry woman that some other employees were trying to fit through the front door of the building.
Christen shook her hands. “No. This happened to me a week ago.” She shrugged her sholders. “All before any of this nonsense really began. It is a long story.”
“Oh I am so sorry. I wish we could have helped you sooner. Well if you would follow me inside I can show you around. I am sure you will love it. We can service your berry needs.”
Christen laughed. “I just want this juice out of me like was advertised on the commercial so I can go to my collage classes. Last thing I need is them laughing at me for being so umm swollen.”
“Well we can help with that.” He turned around. “Just have to wait until they get her inside.”
“Popluar place I am guessing?”
Red nodded his head. “Considing no one else has figured out how to help these people yet yes. We get at least twelve blueberries a day.” Christen’s eyes went wide. “It is a sad thing. We have to tell them to try and stay calm as freaking out only causes more juice to flood their system and they will swell even more.”
“I know.” She tapped her belly. “Had a whole week to figure that one out.”
“Well looks like the way is clear now.” He waved his hand as the other blueberry woman rolled through the doorway. “Shall we?”
She followed Red into the building and shuddered. “Ohh my that is nice. Ohhhh.”
“You like it?” He turned around. “We have the building tempture in here at fourty five degrees.” He hugged himself. “It is a bit cold. . .”
“It is lovely.” Christen’s cheeks turned purple. “Just heavenly.”
Red smiled. “Well we do the best for our clients. This way miss.” He led her past multiple giant blueberry women and into the next room. “This is our specially made sun lamp. Think of it like a giant spa.”
“I don’t need a spa day.” She took a deep breath. “I need to get this juice out of my body so I can go to my classes tomorrow.”
He turned around. “Our juicing station is currently in use so you will have to wait. You don’t just want to sit around and twiddle those big blue thumbs of yours do you?”
“No.”
“Well good.” He pulled on her arm and dragged her over to the green plush chair in the middle of the room. “Then think of this as a complmantairy gift. Like the cookies that people give out at stores and such.”
Christen scratched at her chin. “I umm. I am still not sure.”
Red walked towards the door to the room. “Trust me you will love it. I will let you know when the jucing room is open.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.” He slowly closed the door. “Enjoy yourself.” He flipped on the light and shut her inside.
Christen held her hand above her head as the massive light flooded over her “Wohoh.” She blinked her eyes. “That is intense.” She smiled. “And it oddly feels good.” She sat down in the plus chair large enough for a blueberry four times her size and she wiped blue sweat from her forhead. “This is just so nice.” She put her hand on her waist. “Ugh my leggings feel tight again.” She looked down to see her belly growing bigger. “Oh no. I am . . . Ugh juicing up.” She closed her eyes. “I need to do something.”
The sprinkers above her suddenly turned on. Christen raised her arms to shrield herself as she was showered with the most soothing water in her life. “Hello. Someone turn off this water please.” Her back began to extend outward. “Ohh god that water feels so good on my skin. Nice and cool. Helping me grow.” She smiled as she slowly expanded out futher.
Her eyes blinked open. “What did I just say?” Christen tried to get to her feet but her butt was not to big and she couldn’t move. “Ouff. What did I just do?” The water stopped and the light shined back down on her. “They are treating me like a giant blueberry.” She graoned. “Why did I think this place was a good idea? I was better off at home.” She looked at her huge round chest. “I can’t see my legs anymore.” Christen winced. “My leggings. Gawwhhh.” She gritted her teeth as they pressed more and more onto her body. “So tighhht.” She trighed to touch her legs but the top half her body was to large. “I need these danm things off or I am going to explode. Can someone help me? Please.” She took in a few deep breaths. “I am being squeezed alive here.”
Shrrhhrripppp. Christen gripped the side of her flabby body as her leggings exploded off her body. “Holy.” She rolled back and forth, jucie inside her body jostilting about. “At least they are off.” She tapped her bean bag legs together and sighed. “I feel so much better now. I can juice up in peace.”
She opened her eyes as her legs merged together and her waist expanded outward. “What am I saying. I need to get out of here before I swell up any more.” She twisted her chest. “Come on, move you giant blueberry.” She looked down at the ground as it slowly became futher from her. “I think it’s too late. I can hardly move my arms.” She turned her head to look back up at the floodlight, the intensity no longer bothering her eyes. “I haven’t felt this full or round in days. I can’t even feel my legs anymore.” She took a deep breath as her chest closed in on her neck. “At least I have plenty of light, and water.” She smiled. “This is nice.”
The door opend and Red walked in. “How are we doing?”
Christen turned her head. She was just able to see him beyond the horizon of her blue body. “Soo good. I don’t know if I want to leave. Ohh.”
“Well you do have to go. If you stay you will keep on growing in here.”
“Oh please. It feels so good.”
She heard multiple food steps around her as Red spoke. “Sorry but you did come here to get juiced remember.” She felt multiple hands on her body. “And that is what is next. You can come back to the spa another day.”
She twisted her head in protest. “No I want to stay.” She slammed her hands on the side of her body. “I love the feeling of the sun on my skin and soaking up the water.”
“If we leave you in here any longer you might really turn into a blueberry.”
Christen took a deep breath. “Wait what.” They pressed her against the door. “What do you mean?”
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