Christen is looking for love but when you are a blueberry love is hard to find.  I mean what man wants to be around a lady who has sudden spurts of filling up with blueberry juice?  Hugh. . .  Well maybe someone should tell Christen that being a blueberry in love isn't as farfetched as she thinks.  (This story is in early access on my Patreon and will come to DA on May 27th.  There is also a Patreon All-Access that follows this filled to the brim with juicy sweaty fun.  Preview coming tomorrow.)

“Shit!” Christen slammed her phone against her big squishy body as her shirt slowly rode up her belly. “This is not the time for my juices to be building up. I have a date.” She grabbed her blue folds. “You hear me, my blueberry juices. I have a date. Stop swelling!” Sighed. “I need to do something. As much as I hate it, I need to find that cure.

It isn’t much of a cure as I could still swell up again, but hey, it isn’t like I am going to turn into a blueberry again on this date.” She tapped her sides. “Besides, if I don’t do anything, I might not even make it to the date. My body is acting like it’s time to become the world’s biggest blueberry right now.”

             She sat back down in her chair and pulled herself towards her computer, her belly squishing against the table. “Ok. Let’s see. I should be able to find this cure.”

She typed away on the computer. “Hurry. Ughh.” Her butt pushed the sides of the chair outward. “Ughh fuck. I am soo juicy right now.” Blueberry juice dripped from her nipples. “Hmm, this might be it.” She ran her blue finger along the screen. “Red’s Blueberry Emporium. For all your blueberry needs, from pies to cake, we have it here. And for those who have caught the blueberry bug, we can help out with Larry’s blueberry cure. With just one injection, all of that blueberry juice will be out of your system, and you can go on your way. All we ask is you send some of your excess juice to us. Why? Well, so we can help other blueberries in need.”