Media Blitz part 2 extended preview

Media Blitz p2.

              Virgina stormed her way into the office with a look of determination.  “Okay, where is she?”

              “Umm, Virgina?”

              “Don’t talk back to me, Henry. I want to see Miss Stormweather and show her what we found. We need to show her that these blueberry people are real and that there is a virus that the government has been trying to keep secret.”  Her face was slowly turning blue. Now, give me that tape. I am going into her office.”

              Henry looked back and forth.  “This isn’t good.  This isn’t good at all.”

              She opened the door to her boss’s office and slammed the tape down on Miss Stormweather’s desk.  “I have something for you!”  Virgina’s boss jumped to her feet.  “Proof that the blueberry lady virus is real.”

              “Umm. . . how did you get it?  Did you paint your face blue to sneak in there or something?”

              “What?”  Virgina shook her head as she slid the tape into a slot on the wall.  “Are you crazy?  Look, just watch.”  Miss Stormweather gulped as she noticed more of Virgina’s skin turning blue.  “See.  We got this all on tape.  The world needs to know this information.”

              “You need to get out!  Now!”

              Virgina turned around.  “But this needs to get out to the public.”  She narrowed her eyes.  “You are trying to cover this up, aren’t you?”

              “What?  You are fucking insane.  You are infected.  Now get out of here before I. . .”

              Virgina looked down at her hands and gasped.  “Oh, my fucking god!”

              “Stop looking yourself over and get out already.  Out, out, out!”

              Virgina shook her head.  “Hey.  This could be alright.  It may not be the virus at all.  Just watch the tape.  There are two types of blueberries.”

              “Are you insane?”  Miss Stormweather grabbed Virgina by the shoulders and shook her.  “Get out of here before you spread that juicy curse even further.

              “I. . .”  Gurrgle.  Virgina moaned as she felt a strange pressure bubbling up inside of her.  “Maybe you are right.  I think I need some fresh air.”  She turned and began to walk towards the door, only to fall onto her hands and knees.  “Fuckkkkkkkk!”

              “What now?”

              Virgina’s butt suddenly swelled a few inches, pressing tightly against her slacks.  “The juice.  Oh fucking hell, the juice.”  Her belly slowly swelled forth.  “I feel so full already.”

              Virgina’s boss tried to make her way towards the door, but the swelling blueberry was already blocking the path.  “Damnit.  Roll out of the way.”  Miss Stormweather gulped as Virgina’s pants ripped, revealing the blue skin underneath.  “I said, roll out of the way, damnit.  That is an order.”

              “You want to roll me?”  She looked up.  “Maybe. . . play with me?  Squeeze my boobs?”

              “What?”

              Virginia grabbed the handle of the door and pulled her big, juicy, swelling frame to her feet.  Her thick thighs wobbled about as she licked her lips.  “Why please just. . . juice me.  Juice me real good.”

              “You are going crazy.  Your fucking uniform is barely holding you together and all you can think about is me giving you the damn business.  Well, I won’t.  I won’t, I say.”  She slapped Virgina across the face.  “Now get your fucking blue ass together and let me out of there.  Or I will fire your ass.”  She gulped as Virgina’s belt snapped off.  “Honestly, I think you are fired anyway.”

              “If you want to get out, you are going to have to roll me to the side.”  Virgina winked and licked her lips as her breasts slowly pushed her uniform out and out.

              Miss Stormweather crossed her arms.  “I am not touching you.”

              “Then I guess neither of us is going anywhere fast.”  Virgina giggled.  “I can wait.  Can you?”  Blort.  Virgina widened her stance as she struggled to stand.  “Ugh, so heavy.”

              “You look so fat if I had to say something.  So big, round, and fat.”

              “Ohhhh. . .”  Virgina moaned as her breasts continued to press harder and harder against her uniform, staining it dark blue.  Soon, she was covered in her juices, only turning her own even more.  “I just can’t take it.  You have to juice me.  You just have to!”

              “No, I don’t.”

              “But I don’t know what will happen to me if you don’t.  Pleaseeeeee!”  Virgina finally fell forward, bouncing on her big round belly as her uniform burst apart in a shower of buttons.  “Ohhh fuckkkkkkkk!”  Her boobs bounced up and down, her bra-snapping off just moments later.

              Miss Stormweather pulled at the collar of her shirt.  “You. . . stop swelling.”  Her cheeks turned bright red.  “I order you to stop swelling.”

              “I can’t.  You have to juice me.  Ohhhhh.”

              Her boss slammed her foot on the ground.  “Fine.  If I juice you, will you shut up already?”  She walked over.  “I mean, I think I know how it works.  I just. . .”  She moaned a little.  “You shouldn’t get too big, right?”

              Virgina’s eyes went wide as Miss Stormweather grabbed her squishy round side.  “Oh my god!”  Blueberry juice squirted out of her nipples.  “I. . . ohhh. . .”

              “It may not be that professional of me, but you kind of look cute.  Being a giant helpless blueberry and all.  I guess I was a bit quick to judge.  You did work hard to bring me that tape.”  She wiped her black hair about.  “And now you are all mine.  All mine, you big sexy blueberry.”

              “Yes.  Yours to juice.  But you aren’t afraid to swell up, Miss—”