A wholly unoriginal tale of jibes, jiggery and juices by LoquaciousJango

“Ugh” Natasha grunted “Can’t believe you talked me into this”
“It’s good for you” her friend chirped back at her “I’m not going to see my best friend fail AP chemistry”
Natasha sneered “It’s not MY fault Sid. You made me take that class”
“Well, excuse me for wanting to broaden your horizons” Sidney crossed her arms and fixed Nat with a glare from her sharp green eyes “I thought you’d like it!”
The friendship between Nat and Sidney could be difficult to explain from an outside perspective. The two seemed polar opposites; the glamourous, vain Natasha didn't seem like the type to associate with a bookish recluse like bony, pale Sidney, and Sidney the straight A student was bafflingly determined to drag a girl that seemed more concerned with her nails than her grade point average through college.
Sure, Natasha was constantly setting Sid up with boys, and Sidney helped Nat with the occasional paper, but there were no ulterior motives to their relationship. They had been friends since grade school, and despite developing into two very different people, they never had grown apart.
The two approached the large doors of their chemistry teacher’s rather expansive house. Sidney paused right before she rapped on the wood surface, turning to Nat.
“Cell phone?”
“Off” Natasha rolled her eyes. “No texting, no Snapchat, no Twitter. For FIVE HOURS.”
Sidney afforded her best friend a smile and a wink “I’m sure you’ll survive.”
The knock on the door was quickly answered. It swung open to the face of their teacher, who smiled at the duo.
“How’s my favourite TA?” she grinned.
“Good morning Ms. Tartham!” Sidney beamed back, greeted by another eye roll from Nat.
“Yup, morning miss” she afforded with a lazy smile.
“We’re not on campus” the chem teacher placated “Just call me Ramani”
She walked back inside her home, beckoning the two students to follow.
“So, I’ve noticed that you’re having a little trouble with my course work” she continued “And Sidney’s been nice enough to ask me to arrange this personal tutor session. I’m sure that we can find a way around this block you’ve got going” Ramani was comparatively young for a science professor, and still possessed that optimistic vigour that made her ready to help any student that needed it.
“Yeah” Sidney confirmed “Ms. Tartham has taken time out of her busy Saturday to help you with your struggling grades! Isn’t. that. NICE?” She punctuated each of the last three words with a soft jab in Nat’s ribs with her elbow.
Nat shot her a dirty look, then responded gamely “Welp, I AM here to learn.”
“Excellent!” their professor smiled “Just settle down in the dining room and we can get started.”

And learn Natasha did, despite her best efforts. The combined onslaught of Sidney and Ms. Tartham’s enthusiasm wore away at Natasha’s indifference, and she had started actually committing herself just to shut them up.
“So, this is really just algebra, right?” she said as she perused a formula.
“Something like that” Ms. Tartham chuckled “Except there are few more explosions.”
“Cool” Nat found herself saying. She ran a tongue around the inside of her dry mouth, then inquired. “Could I get a drink?”
It was getting hot out, especially for April, and even the short-shorts and breezy camisole top that Nat had chosen for the day wasn’t preventing the sweat from beading up on her olive skin.
“I think you’ve earned a break” the professor replied. “There’s lemonade in the fridge. Help yourself”
Nat got to her feet and walked into the kitchen, leaving the two science geeks to talk amongst themselves.

“Hot out” Sidney panted “Mind if I open the back doors?”
“By all means” Ms. Tartham replied.
Sid nodded and walked the short distance between the dining room table and the large glass doors behind it that led to the backyard. Throwing them wide, she wilted slightly at the gust of fresh air. She scratched slightly at her short ponytail and sighed. Much better.
“It’s tepid out, I’ll grant you” Sid’s professor teased. “But growing up in Pujab, this was nothing. And most houses didn’t even have an AC”
“It’s a nice place you’ve got here Ma’am” Sid noted.
“It’s Ramani” she replied “And thank you. I just had quite a bit of remodeling done.”
“How’d you afford it on a teacher’s salary?” Sidney inquired. “I-If you don’t mind me asking of course.”
Ramani raised an eyebrow “I never mind curiosity. I’ve been doing a little work outside of the college with a friend of mine, and my employers have been quite generous.”
“Oooh” Sidney wiggled her fingers “Is teacher breaking bad? Or maybe freelancing as a mad scientist at some monolithic corporation?”
Ms. Tartham merely tapped the side of her nose with a sly grin, then abruptly changed the subject. “Do promise me that you’ll close those doors when it starts to rain. I’d hate for the carpets to get wet.”
“Rain?” Sidney cocked her head.
“You can feel it, a bit of a cool breeze coming from the north” Ramani explained. “Plus there’s that electricity in the air you get right before some thunder and lightning.”
Sid glanced towards the kitchen “What’s keeping Nat?”

Natasha had finished her second glass of lemonade when she noticed a blinking light on her teacher’s answering machine. The first thought that passed through the young lady’s head was a scoff that her professor still used a landline, but the second was a mixture of innocent curiosity combined with good old fashioned nosiness. Before a third thought had time to enter her head, Nat had pressed the play back button on the answering machine.
“Ramani, are you there? Pick up!” a male voice spoke from the other end. “There’s a discrepancy, a BIG one. The organic bioactive compound we were analyzing for Amalgatech? It’s self-replicating, and FAR more contagious than we thought. I ran a test on impulse, and I found out I’m already infected. I think I’ve managed to contain my own cellular mutation, but you’ve GOT to get yourself into quarantine! I thin-”
“Yeesh” Nat hissed as she paused the message “Like I know what half those words mean”
Content with her level of hydration, Natasha marched back into her tutorial session.


*Burp*
“Excuse me” Ms. Tartham gulped, placing a hand to her mouth.
“Gassy Ma’am?” Nat asked, her head in her hands.
“Sorry” she replied. “I just feel rather….oh”
She placed a hand to her stomach and let out a soft groan as something shifted inside of her.
“Mmmm…I-ooh oh, I-ah” she gasped as her speech process devolved into an unintelligible moan.
“Uuuuh, Ma’am?” Sidney said tenuously “Is there something wrong with your lights? You look like you’re changing colour….”
Before the two bewildered student’s eyes, their professors deep brown skin started to shift in hue, reddening slightly before a blue tinge started to mix in, creating a vibrant purple tone that seemed to be painting her from head to toe.
Nat gawked at her freshly dyed chemistry teacher, trying to process what she was watching until an odd smell hit her nostrils. It was a sort of tangy, sweet aroma that made her mouth water and her eyes slightly glaze over. She glanced over at her best friend, and by the look on her face, Sid smelled it too.
Ramani Tartham let out another moan as her stomach suddenly bucked forward, swelling almost instantly with some unknown fluid and stretching out her T-shirt.
“Professor, y-you um…” Sidney stammered, too entranced by what was happening to form a complete sentence.
She watched as her teacher stretched out in her chair, another jolt of growth from Ramani’s stomach giving way to a steady swelling. The sides of her engorged belly touched her thighs, just as they too started to plump up and the smell intensified. Her overtaxed shirt finally slid up the curvature of her overfilled belly, revealing it to be toned a bright orange in sharp contrast with the rest of her purple body. Even more (or equally) bizarre was her belly button, which had grown wider and deeper with her stomach and as the two students watched, a tiny stream of purple liquid started to trickle out.  
Sidney slid off of her chair and crawled on all fours towards the still bloating form of Ms. Tartham. Her head was perfectly level with the leaking orifice and she examined it, sniffing deeply, almost overpowered by the sweet stench wafting out of it.
“What is it, some kinda juice?” Natasha asked, smacking her lips and suddenly feeling thirsty again.
Ramani let out another grunt as her swelling breasts started to rip at the fabric of her shirt. She brought up a hand at the end of a swollen wrist and tugged at the suddenly suffocating piece of cotton. Her efforts were rewarded with a tearing noise, as the shirt and her overtaxed bra fell away; leaving a pair of colossal purple breasts resting on top of her orange belly, each capped with a wide, resplendent nipple the size of a tea saucer. As if responding to this new liberation, her body picked up the pace, swelling at an even faster rate. The teacher let out a shuddering gasp as a twinge of pleasure raced down her spine at the sensation, followed shortly by another, then another, each building in intensity that caused her to grind her wide buttocks against the straining chair she had become wedged in, even as the widening expanse of her stomach gobbled up her waist and torso.
Sidney licked her lips as she stared at her teacher’s deep, leaking navel. The initial trickle of juice had built into a full on stream, running down her spherical abdomen and on to the floor. She wanted nothing more than to have a taste, but some small rational part of her brain told her that this was wrong, that she should get up and run while she still had the chance. As she debated with herself, Natasha gripped Sid’s shoulder, shoving her out of the way before plunging her fingers deep into the leaking orifice.
Ms. Tartham let out a loud, shuddering moan at this sensation and let her legs and arms go spread eagle as they began to assume a conical shape against her almost completely round torso, ripping apart her trousers and underwear.
Natasha brought her drenched fingers to her mouth, licking the purple liquid off of them. She gasped in delight “It IS juice!” she cried “It’s delicious!”
Nat threw herself against the wide expanse of her teacher’s belly, licking the sweet, delicious juices off of its curved surface. The combined weight proved to be too much for the overtaxed chair and it finally collapsed, sending Ramani Tartham’s spherical form crashing to the floor with another loud moan.
Outside, the first few drops of rain began to fall.
Ramani’s limbs had completely disappeared into the massive ball that her body had become. It had even absorbed her impressive breasts and any other curve that she might have had, leaving nothing to imply that they were once separate body parts but the bright orange circle that radiated outwards from her leaking navel, on her otherwise purple form.
As her teacher rolled backwards, Natasha scrambled to stay on top, still licking and slurping at the juice that had started to spurt out in a consecutive rhythm. Below, Sidney crawled around the circumference of the large sphere, trying to catch a few errant drops in her mouth.
Ms. Tartham kicked her feet and flapped her hands in ecstasy as she let another burst of juice explode out of her in a concentrated jet that rained down all around her. Even these tiny movements were quickly halted as her still growing belly overtook her outstretched digits, smothering them in bloated purple flesh. Even the divots that they left behind started to smooth out and disappear, leaving no trace that her limbs were ever there at all. The still swelling sphere knew what would happen next, and she welcomed it. The berry let out a final gasp before her head was swallowed up entirely, the small crater it disappeared into also smoothing away. There was no evidence left that the huge, juicy fruit in the middle of the dining room was ever a human chemistry professor, save for the deep belly button that was still spurting out juice and the pile of torn clothes scattered around its base.
Natasha finally came up for air, her mouth, chin and neck stained with the rich purple fluid.
“Th-that’s enough for now” she slurred, sliding down the side of the huge fruit and landing in front of her best friend, who looked at her with longing desperation in her eyes and drool practically hanging from her lips.
“Oh, r-right” Nat said. She clasped her hands together to make a primitive stepladder. Sid immediately stepped into the cradle that Natasha’s fingers formed and was hoisted by her friend up on top of the sphere. She crawled across its massive expanse; quickly locating the only orifice that marred it’s perfect round shape. It gave off another blast of juice, high into the air. Not wasting another second, Sidney plunged her tongue deep inside the gaping hole, eliciting another moan from the twitching fruit. The next jet of liquid filled her cheeks and the teaching assistant turned juicing assistant quickly gulped it down, relaxing her throat and letting the one that came after flow straight through her mouth and into her gut, licking and sucking between geysers. All the while the fruit beneath her moaned and grunted in pleasure.
As her friend got her fill, Natasha licked the excess juice off of her hands, wondering when it would be her turn again. She almost didn’t notice the swollen bulge that was steadily growing beneath her breasts or the small purple stain from her bellybutton that was steadily growing larger on her camisole.
“Oof” she spoke aloud, bringing a hand to her midsection “I feel…funny”



“Ramani, are you in there? We haven’t heard from you in days!” Wendy Paffers asked loudly, rapping on the front door to the professor’s house. “Ramani, you’re hosting book club this week!” she declared, brandishing a copy of The Goldfinch as if she were a confused Jehova’s Witness. To be honest, Wendy couldn’t remember the last time they actually talked about a book at one of these meetings. It was mostly an excuse for a small group of women approaching middle age to get liquored up on cocktails and trade gossip, usually until someone pulled out Guitar Hero. But the principle of the thing still stood, and Wendy Paffers would be damned if their close-knit circle fell apart because a hostess was shirking their duties.
She jiggled the knob to the door, clutching her umbrella with her other hand to shield herself from the torrential downpour all around her. The door seemed to be unlocked. Curiously, she swung the portal wide open, and was blasted with a wave of humid air, thick with an exotic, sweet smell. She breathed deep and her mouth hung open. She had never smelled something so rich, or enticing.
“Are you making preserves Ramani?” Wendy called out into the gloom. Apparently the power had gone off. She stepped inside, salivating at the aroma that was worming its way into her brain.
“Ramani I…I’m gonna leave the door unlocked.” She called out, half drunk on the smell wafting from inside. “The other girls will be here shortly…”
Words failed Wendy Paffers as she wandered inside, dropping her umbrella on the floor. Nothing else seemed to matter except finding the source of that delicious scent….


Another long, throaty moan escaped Rachael’s mouth as she gripped the back of her partner’s head, barely able to even reach her at this point over the massive curvature of her stomach. Even the smallest of movements only served to mash her face further into her own voluminous cleavage. Every lick and slurp from Dana sent another shiver of pleasure radiating through her belly, which was growing wider by the second and only serving to intensify the sensations. Officer Towalski wriggled her way out of her pants and underwear, which had managed to slide off of her huge, teardrop shaped backside on their own, discarding the last of her clothing in an attempt to ensure nothing impeded her growth. As Dana, her loyal partner, continued to explore inside of Rachael’s deepening navel with her tongue, the bloating police officer struggled to remember why she had come here, what had led her to this.
Something about a missing person’s report? A standard call that she and Dana had answered while on the last leg of their beat. Go check out the house, see what’s up. See why nobody’s been returning their calls over at some old place on 5th. That room filled with fruits, that enchanting scent and that irresistible desire to taste the fluid coming out of them…
Her entire body spasmed, jarring her train of thought as she fired another load of sweet juices into her partner’s mouth, who happily sucked it up. Rachael cried out from the climax, secure in the knowledge that another one was seconds away.  What was she thinking again? Her job? Her burst uniform and purple-stained badge were the only scraps of what she used to be. Her job was this now. Her job was to keep growing, to keep feeding juice to Dana. She bit her lip and looked over at the massive fruit close to her, the one that she had tasted from. Already she resembled it, in shape and color. Her huge orange belly dominated the rest of her purple body, more and more of herself being lost to the sphere that was taking her over.
Was that her destiny? To become a huge, featureless ball capable of nothing but squirting out her own juices for the rest of her life? This moment of clarity was shattered as she bucked again, dispelling more liquid for her eager partner and sending another jolt of ecstasy through her body.
Oh hell, she leaned back, panting heavily. If it meant more of this, then so be it.


The first thing that the police captain noted as he stepped inside was the smell. It was a pungent, tangy-sweet scent that tingled slightly in his nostrils. Though barely present outside, it was almost offensive as soon as he crossed the threshold. Not to say it was unpleasant, just powerful. He was reminded of a field trip that he took to a juice factory as a child, standing over the churning vats of concentrate and inhaling the vapours wafting off of it.
That still didn’t explain his missing officers, so he pressed further inside, waving to his back up to stay on the front porch. He’d call them if they were needed.
The floor started to grow damp, and slightly sticky under his feet. It seemed as though the fluid on the floor was what was emanating the fragrance, but it was so thick, it was difficult to tell.
After travelling through the front hall, Captain Matthews was greeted with a bizarre sight.
The living room and adjoining spaces were filled with huge, oddly colored spheres. They all carried the same pigmentation; Bright purple all around, save a gradual shift to orange on one side, which seemed to be radiating out of a small hole on the side of each sphere. They were completely featureless save that single orifice, which seemed eerily reminiscent of a deep, enlarged belly button. These were the source of the sweet-smelling liquid, as one closest to the Captain gave off a sudden spurt of purple juice, which splattered onto the drenched carpet.
Captain Matthews drank in the whole scene, counting the huge, leaking orbs.
There were three near the small dining table, next to the open veranda, one of which was noticeably larger than the rest. It seemed to be facing straight upwards, its juices spurting up into the air like a fountain, only to rain down on its surroundings and thoroughly coat itself. The purple liquid rolled off of it in thick rivulets, dripping onto the floor. Of the other two, one was on it’s side, spewing its juice against the wall and the third seemed to be resting face down. Every jet of juice it sent out pushed it slightly to its side, only for the sphere to roll back into place with what the captain could swear was a soft grunt.
Through the open back doors and into the back yard was another one, beads of dew on its ripe surface still drying from the rain storm that had finally ended last night. It lay on the grass, busy using its own liquid to water the flowers, which seemed to be growing rather large and of a similar pigmentation.
The captain walked through the thankfully expansive house, noting another huge fruit rather precariously resting against a cracked glass end table, which had become drenched in the juice it was producing. On the other side of the dining room was another one, which was completely wedged in the double door frame leading to the study, discharging its juice onto a pile of shredded cloth.
This is what caught Matthews eye. He inspected the underside of each fruit, and found a similar set of what seemed like torn clothes around the base of each one. A discarded pair of heels near the remains of a pantsuit rested around the one against the glass table as the shocked captain circled around it. Past that one was the last pair of spheres, mashed against each other under a staircase. One seemed to be covering the other’s output, considering the steady stream of juice that dripped down between them. As Matthews approached them, his foot collided with something metal. He glanced down at what looked like an undone gun belt, next to it a glinting badge. Nearby the other fruit was a torn police vest, half soaked.
“My god” Captain Matthews muttered as all the pieces fell into place. He placed a hand against what may have been Officer Wentrom, and the orb quivered slightly, giving off an unmistakable moan.


“Careful, damn it!” One of the hazmat officials shouted as he placed a hand to steady the jostled fruit. It grunted in response, among the only noises it seemed capable of. The man clad head to toe in an airtight clean suit gave the berry he had his hands on a hard shove, pushing it off the ramp and the rest of the way into the back of a sizable cargo truck. It rolled the short length of what space was left within the trailer before colliding with the other two already inside, setting off a chorus of moans from all three fruits. Jesus, even the slightest jolt set these things off.
The man ran inside, double checking the seal on the hose that had been plugged into its navel. Everything seemed to be in order, but they couldn’t be too careful with these things. All three had had their orifices plugged with tubes that drained their liquids into a storage tank at the back of the truck. It was an inelegant stopgap, but the best they could do under the circumstances. Whatever these fruits were excreting, its scent was chemically irresistible to members of the female gender. All it took was a solid whiff and they’d be hooked, determined to get a taste of the stuff. And as soon it touched their tongue, their fate was sealed. The local police force had learned this the hard way, losing two more female officers to the fruits before calling a retreat and contacting the professionals.
Warren Havelock stepped out of the back of the truck, bringing down the rolling door with a thud. A funny thought occurred to him as he looked at the Amalgatech logo emblazoned across the trailer’s door. He rapped on the side of the container as he circled around, calling out to its occupants.
“Ladies! I meant to tell you that it’s gonna be a ways to Amalgatech HQ! And this thing doesn’t have much in the way of shocks, so you’ll be looking towards a long, bumpy ride!”
He was greeted with another soft, anticipatory moan from within and afforded himself a small smirk beneath his mask. At least some folks were in for a fun time.
Warren brought a hand up to his ear, touching at the intercom in his mask.
“I’ve just about wrapped up out front, managed to keep the streets fairly clear. How are things on your end?”
“We’re gonna need one more truck” a female voice answered back “Doesn’t have to be big, just a single”

On the other end of the line, Clara heard her colleague respond to her. “Alright, did you manage to get her unstuck from that doorway?”
“They’re pretty durable” the fellow Amalgatech employee answered from the dining room. “All I needed was a hard shove to get her into the living room. She seemed to like it”
Clara patted the grunting berry as it discharged another gobbet of juice onto the thoroughly drenched rug.
“Any plans for how we’re gonna deal with this quarantine nightmare?” the female operative asked. “I doubt a wet/dry vac and a good shampooing will do the job”
She remained safe within her sealed work suit, breathing nothing but triple-filtered air. Still, Clara had caught herself occasionally fingering at the seal on her mask while looking at the fruits around her throughout the day. Working as a clean-up specialist had caused her to see a lot of weird stuff, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she slipped in something, got a tear in her suit or otherwise became a part of the incident. Of all the mutations, magical mishaps and chemical spills that she’d carried or rolled folks out of, she’d never seen any that seemed so…content. Maybe she should cut the suspense of what she’d end up as and just take a long deep drink from the last remaining fruit…
“You still there Clara?” Warren sounded out from the voice in her ear, snapping her out of her reverie.
“Yessir” Clara responded. “We’ve just got this one left”
Clara went through her mental checklist. The fruit in the backyard and the two surrounding the big one had been the first to be loaded up. Then the big one was next. She had to be strapped to the back of a flatbed; too large to fit in the back of a truck. Then were the two cops under the stairwell, loaded into a smaller truck. They seemed to like being together. With the one that was against the end table and the two other cops safely tucked away, they were in the home stretch with just one left.
Ten fruits in total. What a mess.
“We’ve sent for another single load truck. In the meantime, I think you have a little gardening to do”
“Right” Clara said, producing a small trowel from her belt. She stepped through the artificially widened back doors and set about her task. The flowers in the back garden that had been exposed to the juice needed to be dug up. God knows what would happen if whatever they had been affected with got into the soil, and the lab geeks would want to analyze every available sample.
Clara got down onto her knees as started digging, so engrossed with her activity that she didn’t notice someone behind her scrabbling over the fence.

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The commotion next door had completely befuddled Jade when she was woken up by the sound of light demolitions early that morning. She had spent the next several hours watching several jumpsuited weirdos rolling what looked like huge spheres out through the back door and into trucks waiting out front. The police had been keeping most people inside their homes, but that didn’t stop Jade from venturing into her backyard to try and peek through her fence. It had been about an hour since that magnificent smell had reached her nostrils, and she had spent that time working up the nerve to hop the fence. She couldn’t imagine the reception she’d get, landing in the middle of a crime scene in her underwear and a baggy T-shirt, but ever since smelling that sweet fragrance, the idea of going inside to change hadn’t even occurred to her.
Finally, she made the plunge, clambering over the fence and landing as quietly as possible on the other side. There was only one of those people in the backyard, and they seemed more interested in the flowers than anything else. The young lady wandered through the demolished back door, desperate to find the source of that smell…

Clara glanced upwards, a large, uprooted purple azalea clutched in one hand. She swore she had heard something.
Not one to ignore instinct, the Amalgatech official got to her feet and walked back inside, just in time to spot a young lady standing next to the last fruit. She looked like she was clad in just her sleepwear, her bushy black hair tied back by a scrunchie. She had one hand pressed against the side of the moaning fruit, probing its deep navel with the other.
“Hey Lady!” Clara called out “Stop!”
Clara ran towards the newcomer as she withdrew her fingers from the deep orifice, grabbing the young lady’s shoulders just as she plunged her juice soaked digits into her mouth, licking them clean.
A drunken smile grew across Jade’s face. “Hey” she muttered. “This stuff is really good!”
Clara sighed, bringing a hand back to her intercom. “Update Warren. Make that single load a double.”
She picked a chair and sat down, watching the new girl already start to swell as she knelt down and lapped up the juice spurting forth from one of the fruits she was swiftly going to become. The masked Amalgatech employee leaned back and enjoyed the show, idly wondering again if she should call Warren one last time and make that double load a triple…

“Huh” Jade gasped between mouthfuls “I feel kinda funny”