Bring the Juice to Life

Bring the Juice to Life.

              Alice snorted.  “I have been having a hard time with all of these distractions.  Today, I am just going to sit down and focus.”  She paced back and forth in front of her laptop.  “I have a book to write, and if I am going to make a living, I have to finish it.  I have an editor and publisher breathing down my neck.   Okay.”  After running her hands through her hair, she sat down, ready to work.  “Let’s do this!”

              But as she stared at the black screen, her mind couldn’t help but wander.  “Hmmm.  Maybe I should spend some time getting a snack.  I haven’t eaten all day.  I. . . I can’t work on an empty stomach after all.”  She stood up.  “That would just be foolish.  I would run out of energy as I write the next chapter.  And then what would I do?”  She walked into the kitchen.  “My world would slowly devolve into chaos.  I can’t have that!”

              She opened the fridge.  “I will just get a snack and bring it to the laptop.  Having something too much on will help me focus.  Hmm.”  As she scanned the fridge, her eyes darted from one end of the food box to the other.  “I need to go shopping soon.  When was the last time I went out?”  She shook her head.  “Why am I bothering with these thoughts.  Ugh.”  She grabbed a box of blueberries.  “I will just take these and snack on them as I work.”  Alice turned around.  “No more wasting time.  I have to get this done.”

              Alice hurried back and sat down in her chair, munching on her snack.  “Okay, what to write.  What to write?”  She tapped her finger on her chin as it slowly turned blue.  “Ugh, it’s been so long I don’t know what to do.  I need to go back and re-read the last chapter.  This is turning out just great.”  As she pulled up the previous chapters’ document, her face slowly turned blue.  “How did I ever land a job as a writer?  I am so disorganized.”

              Gurrgle.

              Alice blinked her eyes.  “What was that?”  She looked down.  “Ugh, I feel a bit bloated all of a sudden.  Maybe this isn’t the best time to work.”  She rubbed the side of her head as her arm began to turn blue.  “Why do they have to force me to write when I don’t want to.  I swear my publisher is just nuts.  Nuts I saw.”

              Gurrglle.

              Alice rubbed her belly.  “Ugh, I hate it, but I think I need to take another day off.”  She stood up.  “I just know I am going to get a call for this.  But what can I do?  I can’t focus.”  She groaned as her pants began to tighten.  “And I think I am getting. . . ohhh. . .”  She pulled at her waist, trying to deal with the sudden strange sensation.  “God, I just had pizza today.  Why am I feeling so weird?”

              Blort.

              Alice’s eyes shot open as her hips bounced about and her ass expanded out.  “Fuck.”  She turned around and gasped.  “My butt.  It’s huge.”  She rubbed it with her hands only to gasp again.  “What the hell?”  She held her hands in front of her face.  “How are my hands blue?”  She moaned as her belly continued to swell.  “What is happening to me.”

              She looked down at the box of blueberries.  “You.  You did this to me.”  She grabbed the box.  “Lucy’s Magic Blueberries.”  Alice narrowed her eyes.  “Well, I am going to give Miss Lucy a call.”  Alice waddled over to where her cell phone was lying on a nearby table.  As she picked it up, her legs filled with juice.  “Ugh.”  She moaned as her jeans struggled to contain her thickening thighs.  “This isn’t good.”  She narrowed her eyes at the number on the box.  “Okay.”  She punched the number into her phone despite her fingers filling with juice.  “This bitch better pick up.  Ohhhh.”  Alice’s butt swelled even bigger, her butt cheeks now visible to the world.

              “Hello.  Lucy’s Magic Blueberries helpline.”

              Alice slammed her hand down on the table.  “Yes, I have a complaint.  Your fucking blueberries are making me swell up like one.”

              “Oh really?  We are sorry to hear you are having an allergic reaction to our product.  But there is really nothing we can do, and we are not liable if you start to turn big and blue for ingesting our blueberries.”

              “Wait.  You knew this could happen.”  Alice moaned as she felt blueberry juice travel into her breasts.  “You should have warned me!”

              “We gave the warning on the package.  Or at least we should have.  Oops.”

              Alice moaned as her chest swelled even more, her breasts pressing tightly against her shirt.  “I. . . ohhhhhhhh.”

              “Sorry, ma’am, we have more people waiting.  Have a nice day.”

              “Wait!”  Alice moaned as the lady hung up on her.  “Fuck.”  She dropped her phone as she rubbed her sides.  “This isn’t good.”  Her thighs slowly ripped her pants apart.  “This isn’t good at all.”

              Alice turned around.  “Maybe if I eat something else, I can counteract the swelling.”  Blort.  Gurrgle.  Her shirt slowly traveled up and up her chest, only to be caught by her breasts.  “No.  That is a crazy idea.  I. . .”  Her arms waved about as her shrinking legs struggled to keep her up.  “Noooo!  I. . . ahhhhhhh!”

              No longer able to keep her balance, she fell backward, bouncing on her butt as her pants ripped apart.  “Help!”  Her swelling belly merged with her legs as her back grew more and more, rounding out.  She looked like a blueberry more and more by the second.  “This isn’t good.  This isn’t good.”  She tried to push down on her belly, but her tiny, thick arms were being forced further and further apart.  “I feel so fucking full.”  She moaned as her cheeks filled with juice and her boobs filled her vision.  “Sooo fucking full!”

              Now, all Alice could do was sit there as she continued to fill with juice, moving from one side to the other as the juice in her body fluctuated.  Her shirt now stretched to the limit, burst off her big round body.  “Help!  Can anyone hear me?  I am a blueberry.  A big helpless blueberry.  I need someone.  Anyone!”  She moaned.  “Why isn’t there anyone to help me out of this juicy situation?”

              Her phone suddenly rang.  “Fuck.”  Her little foot wobbled.  “If only I could reach it.”  She moaned.  “Ughhh.”

              “Hello.  This is Alice.  I can’t pick up the phone right now, but please leave a message.”

              “Oh, sorry. I am calling you back. You know your friendly representative from the good people at Lucy’s Magic Blueberries. We have looked up where you live, don’t ask how, and are sending someone over to fetch you. You will be juiced in no time.”

              “What?  You can’t be serious.  I don’t want any strange people trying to juice me.”  Alice moaned as her body swelled to being six feet round.  “But on second thoughts, they better hurry.  Before this gets any worse.”