Tess to the Rescue

Tess to the Rescue.

              Linda paced back and forth.  “What are we going to do.  I hope that reporter can help but. . . I still worry something bad happened.”

              Nora put her hand on Linda’s shoulder. “It’s fine, fake blueberry. If something happens, well, the juiciness will grow.”

              Linda slapped Nora’s hand away.  “No.  Look, becoming a blueberry should be a voluntary choice.”  She lowered her breath.  “Unless you are a fucking bitch who deserves it.”  With a deep sigh, she addressed Nora once more.  “We shouldn’t be forcing this lifestyle on anyone.  And when they do become blueberries, we should help them adjust to their new way of life.  They shouldn’t be ashamed, they should—”

              “Look, you two, we can’t spend forever arguing.”  Christen walked between them and pushed them to the side.  “We have to figure out how to get out of here.  The world should know what is happening and adjust accordingly.  But we need a plan.”

              Nora giggled.  “So, you will take me places where I can be juiced?”

              “No.  We will help you get control of your fucking urges.”

              Linda crossed her arms.  “We can always go back to Michigan.”

              “Freeze!”  They all turned to see two dozen men and women in hazmat suits pointing guns at them.  “We finally caught you blueberries.”

              “What do you want to do with them?”

              “We have lost too many people.  Besides, didn’t you see the news?  It will just keep spreading if we get too close.  We should just shoot them and be done with it.”

              Landon moved in front of the girls.  “Wait.  You don’t understand.  There is nothing to fear if we just talk things out.  As long as they keep their juices under control.”

              “Boy, they have you under some spell.  Come here before you become juiced yourself.”

              Another one of the hazmat crew nodded their head.  “Yeah.  Who knows how long until the virus mutates, and men will juice up.  The whole world could become giant blueberries.  Growing and growing for eternity.”

              “That is crazy.  My wife-to-be would never turn me blue.  She is a big, sexy blueberry, and I love her for that.”

              “You are crazy and are helping turn the world into a giant blueberry farm.  It seems we have to deal with you as well, so your crazy ideas don’t spread.”

              “It’s you who are crazy.”  Christen blinked as a familiar voice filled the air.  “Really, you would let yourselves be overcome by fear?  Why are you hiding away in those stupid little suits?”

              “Tess?”

              Tess waved as she walked through the wall of crazy scientists.  “Hello.  Long time no flight, hun?”  She giggled.  “I see you are in a bit of a predicament all over again.”

              “Get away unless you want to turn into one of them.”

              Tess turned around.  “Oh, I am not going to become a blueberry.”  She looked up at the sky, the sun dipping below the skyline.  “I have my own thing.”  She dusted off her jacket.  “In fact, I would suggest you run right about now.”  The others laughed at her, but Tess stood her ground, her body starting to shake.  “Unless you want to run you down.”

              As her breasts began to expand, they finally started to take a few steps back.  “What is happening?”

              “I don’t know.”  They gulped as her hands turned into tires.  “Is the virus mutating?”

              “This is insane.  It’s turning people into fucking vans now!”

              Tess shook her head.  “I am a car, not a fucking van!”  She honked at them as she fell onto all fours, her feet ripping through her shoes and morphing into tires.  “Get it right!”

              Christen giggled.  “Well, you were a plane once.”

              “I AM A WERECAR FOR GODS SAKE!”

              The hazmat crew dropped their weapons and began to turn.  “Fuck it.  I am out.”

              “Yeah, this is too crazy.  I don’t want to risk turning into a blueberry or a fucking Sudan.”

              “Imagine being run over and our protection being ruined.  I am getting the fuck out of here.”

              Linda laughed, picking up a loose pebble and throwing it at them.  “And don’t ever darken the lives of a blueberry woman again.”  She smiled.  “Okay, you can stop now, Tess.”

              Tess shook her head as her ass ballooned outward more and more, stretching over her rear tires.  “I. . . can’t control my transformation.  I am becoming a car, whether you like it or not.”  She honked as she ripped through her jacket.  “Ohhh fuckkk!”  Motor oil dripped from her nipples.  “HONKKKKKK!”

              The blueberry ladies and Landon all stepped back to give Tess the room she needed to finish transforming.  Her back stretched up, forming the roof of her vehicle as her engine revved more and more.  Her breasts expanded, filling up the frame of her body, becoming the base, the seats, and her dashboard.  Finally, Tess moaned as her head stretched out into the hood, her eyes flicking into headlights.

              Linda ran her hands along Tess’s metallic body. “Hmm, well, I don’t think we have to travel on foot now,” she said.

              “But we all can’t fit into this tiny ass car.”  Rachel snorted.  “You do know that, right?”

              Linda leaned against the vehicle, Tess’s metallic body humming as Linda’s juicy butt pressed against her trunk.  “Well, we have to do something.  Landon, can you take Christen home the way you came?”

              Landon nodded his head.  “Sure.  That won’t be too difficult.”

              “Good. Then Rachel Mandy and I can drive Tess back to Michigan while taking breaks during the day.”

              Nora snorted.  “What about me?”

              “What about you, Miss True Blueberry.”

              Nora walked forward and pressed her boobs against Linda.  “I am going with you.  I want to juice up this place you call home.  And well. . . of course, see it for myself.”

              Linda rolled her eyes.  “You are not going to juice up my home.  If anything, we are going to teach you to control yourself, you bimbo.”  Linda sighed.  “I guess having you tag along would be good anyway.  I honestly hate to say it, but this virus needs to be dealt with somehow.  You have an insatiable need that, if left unchecked, can be devastating on either the people around you or on your berry body.”  Linda tapped her finger to her chin.  “I know someone who can help but they. . . they need a reality check.”

              Christen gasped.  “You don’t mean—”

              “Yes.  My ex-husband Larry.  The man who thinks he should cure all blueberries from the world.”