Fighting the Virus

Fighting the Virus.

              “Hey, will you get a load of this?”  Larry sighed as Olivia walked into the room.  “You are never going to believe it, Larry weary.”

              He narrowed his eyes at the blueberry woman.  “Why are you here?”

              She turned on the television.  “Oh, come on, sourpuss.  Just watch.”  She pointed at the screen.  “Look.”

              Larry rolled his eyes and looked back at his computer.  “I doubt there is anything of interest in the news.  They just have it to scare you.”

              “Oh yeah?  So, you have heard about the blueberry virus?”

              “The what now?”  He looked past her and at the television.  These two ladies, who were bright blue and naked, were sitting in front of a camera.  “What the fucking hell?  Where is this?”

              “California.”  Olivia shrugged.  “They have been going back and forth about this being an epidemic or something we should all embrace.  I love it.  Let the juice flow, girls.”  She cheered.  “You have your priorities straight.”

              Larry stood up.  “No, they don’t.  This isn’t anything that should be forced upon anyone.”

              She looked at him in confusion.  “Huh?  What are you talking about?”

              “Nothing.”  He shook his head.  “Look, tell Red I am taking an extended leave of absence.”  He walked to the door.  “I have.  . . something I need to attend to.  I probably won’t be back for a long time.”

              “But what about the projects you were working on?”

              “If he is so inclined to get at that research, it’s on my computer.  The fucking bastard can have it.”  He walked out the door.  “I don’t care what Red does.  The worst has happened and there is a blueberry outbreak.  Linda. . . I am sorry.  I should have never let you stay the way you were.  I am going to fix this.  I am going to cure everyone.  I am going to stop this the only way I know how.  Even if the world hates me for starting all this in the first place.”

              ***

              “He what?”

              Olivia gulped as she shrank away from her boss.  “He just said he was taking an extended leave of absence, sir.  It was right after seeing a newscast about the blueberry outbreak over in California.”

              Red turned around and tapped his finger on his desk.  “Hmmm.  Is that so?  So, Mr. Larry is heading out there to try and fix this whole mess, is he?”  Red narrowed his eyes.  “Olivia, get the girls and head to the airport.  We need to stop him.”

              “What?  Why?”

              “Because a cure is the worst thing that could happen for the world.”  He turned and looked at her.  “You don’t want to be cured, do you?”

              “Oh god, sir.  No.  Of course not.  I love being a blueberry.”

              “Well, Larry has an obsession with curing blueberry ladies like yourself.  I have kept him in check so far, but I fear if we don’t stop him, he will do something that will ruin all our lives.”

              Her face turned bright purple.  “That fiend.  I will beat him to a pulp.”

              “Now, hold on.  He is also a genius who knows how to help juice ladies and bring more berry women into this world.  He just needs a gentle nudge away from this ruinous path.”  He snorted.  “Besides, it would be so very bad for business if he forced out his cure.  This virus is the best thing that could have happened.  I want him to make the cure eventually, and I will have people pay top dollar for them to be cured, only so I can turn them back into blueberries.”  He chuckled to himself.

              “Sir, this isn’t a laughing matter.  We have to stop him.”

              “I know.  Now go get him!”  Red slammed his hand onto the desk “Hurry already!”

              Olivia saluted him.  “On my honor as a blueberry girl of Red’s Juicing Station, I will not fail.”  She turned around, her naked blue breasts slapping against one another.  “I will earn that time in the juicing room.”

              “You do this, and you will get an entire month in there.”

              She moaned.  “Oh god.  Yes.  I will bring him back begging to keep his work.”  She licked her lips.  “And to be nice to berry women.  He will love us.”  She walked out of the room.

              “Good.  Show him why blueberry women are here to stay.”

              ***

              “Sir, I don’t know why you want to fly to California, but that area is under a travel ban due to a possible outbreak.”  The flight attendant snickered, “I can’t believe they are calling it a blueberry virus though.  Are the people on the West Coast always high or something?”

              Larry slammed his hand down on the desk.  “It is real, though, and I have to go there.  I don’t care what I have to pay it is imperative that you get me on a plane.  The future of this virus is at stake.”

              She crossed her arms.  “Sir, do I have to call security?  No one is that important.”

              “But I know how to deal with these blueberry women.  Please, you have to let me fly there.”

              She rolled her eyes.  “Sir, you can bitch and moan all you want, you are not getting on a—”

              A man in a security outfit walked up to them.  “I don’t mean to alarm you, Lissa, but a naked blue woman is making her way here.  You might want to clear the area.”

              Larry’s eyes went wide.  “Get me on that plane now!  Now!”

              “Sir, calm down, or this officer will escort you out of the building.”  Lissa turned towards the officer.  “What do you mean naked blue lady?”

              “Larry.  Don’t get on that plane!”

              “Oh no.”  Larry rubbed his forehead as Olivia walked forward.  “Not her.  Anyone but her.”  He looked up at the flight attendant.  “Look, is there a plane that will take me anywhere to California?  Just get me away from her!”

              Olivia walked up to them.  “So, you are trying to take Larry away from us?”

              “Huh?”  Lissa looked at Olivia like she was crazy.  “What are you talking about?”

              Olivia crawled over the desk.  “Well, he is good where he is.  You hear me?”

              Lissa waved her hands about.  “Look, lady, I don’t know what kind of shit you are on, but. . .”  She looked at the officer beside her.  “Do something.”

              But the officer was already backing away.  “This is outside my job description.”

              “What?  You are supposed to defend us from crazy shit like this.  Get back. . . ughmph.”

              Olivia leaned forward and kissed Lissa.  “Stop, hun.”  Oliva rubbed the back of Lissa’s head.  “Just embrace your juicy side already.”

              Larry pushed Olivia away.  “What are you doing?”

              Olivia giggled as she wiped away blue lipstick.  “Oh, nothing.”  She pressed her massive blue boobs against Larry.  “Just making sure you don’t go anywhere and sending you a message.”  She whispered in his ear.  “If you try and run, we will berryify people around you until you come home.”

              Larry watched as Lissa slowly turned blue.  “You. . . what the hell?”

              “I. . . oh god, what is happening to me?”  Lissa took a few steps back.  “I feel so fucking weird.”

              Olivia giggled.  “So, are you going to come home with me, Larry?”

              “No way.”  He pointed at her.  “No fucking way.”  He ran off.  “I will fly one of these planes if I have to!”

              Olivia looked at Lissa.  “We will send someone for you.  Enjoy your juicy time.”  She winked at her before chasing after Larry.”

              “Wait!”  Lissa tried to reach for them but hunched over as she felt a strange sensation bubbling inside her body.  “Ugh, what is happening to me?”  Gurggle.  “Ughhh.”  She looked down as her flight attendant uniform turned dark blue, and her belly slowly extended outward.  “I. . . my belly?  Why is it growing?”  She grabbed it and shook it.  “What is inside it?”  Lissa sniffed the air.  “I smell like blueberries!”  She gulped.  “I. . . I am filling up with blueberry juice!”

              Lissa turned around and waddled her way through the airport.  “I have to get out of here.  I. . .”  Blort.  She moaned as her hips swelled, stretching her pants and exposing bits of her blue body.  “Oh god.”  She squeezed her sides.  “I am . . . full of juice.”  She took deep breaths as her feet squeezed against her shoes.  “I. . . don’t know if I can take it.  Whoohhhhh!”

              Lissa waved her hands about as her ass filled with juice, causing her to almost fall onto her butt.  “Fucking hell.”  She quickly adjusted, but too much as she fell onto her belly, her pants ripping apart.  “Ahhh!”  Blueberry juice squirted out of her nipples.  “This isn’t happening.”  She tried to push herself back up.  “I am toooo heavy.  Fuck.”  Lissa gave up, moaning as her boobs filled with juice and pressed against the cold, hard airport floor.  “Someone help.”  She looked around.  “I don’t want to be a helpless blueberry.  Ahhhhh!”  Her uniform burst in a shower of buttons.  “Help!”

              Two men walked towards her.  “Well, that was easier than I thought it would be.”

              “Yeah.  Now we just have to roll her to the vehicle.”

              “Huh?  Who are you?”

              They put their hands on her body.  “We are with Red’s Juicing Station.  Don’t worry.  Your life is about to take a turn into a juicy paradise.”

              As they rubbed her, juice leaked from her breasts.  She didn’t know why, but she loved the feeling.  “I. . . but I. . . don’t. . . ohhhhh.  Fucking hell, that feels good.”

              “All the berries love being pleasured.  Now, please let us roll you to your own personal berry room.  You will love it.”

              “Yes.  Please.  I. . . please take care of me.”

              They began to roll her through the airport.  “Of course.  It is the Red’s Juicing Station Moto.”