One of the sights of the blueberry town is the juicing station.  A place where blueberry women come to spend their time before they are juiced.  A place where workers wait on them hand and foot, pleasuring them and helping them grow, as all good blueberries should.  For you don't truly leave the juicing station.  Why would you?  It's too fun. (This story is only on my Patreon all-access tier.)

Rachel took a deep breath as she felt a strange sensation bubbling up inside of her. “Oh ya.”  Gurrgle. “My body is quivering in anticipation of what comes next.”

             Samuel smiled. “Well then. Let me help stimulate those juices.” He pulled her in close. “I am one of the experts here on how to please our blueberries.” His hand rubbed her back. “And trust me when I say our blueberries love to be. . .” His hand slowly slid down her back to her butt. “Pleasured.” He tightly squeezed Rachel’s rear end.

             “Ohhhh.”  Blort! Her belly expanded outward, now giving her body a slight curvature. “That felt good.” She giggled as her belly rubbed against his. “Oh my. I think I am a bit swollen.”

             Samuel smiled as he rubbed her round belly. “Oh, my young blueberry. You are starting to look beautiful already.” He kissed her on the neck. “Ahh, and you smell soo good as well.”

             “Ohhh. . .” More juice surged into her belly, causing her hips to swell outward. “You are such a sweet talker.”  Blort.  “So much so my body just can’t take it.”

             Samuel’s hands slid around her expanding hips. “Oh, I can do more than sweet talk, my blueberry.” As he squeezed her hips, he kissed her on the lips, his tongue swimming in her mouth. “I can do sooo much more.”

             Rachel moaned. “Ohhh.” Her breasts pressed against her shirt, staining it blue as juice dripped from her nipples. “I. . .”  Bloorp.  Her pants struggled to contain her swelling rear end. “Ohhh, I feel like such a big juicy girl.”  Gurrgggle.  Blueberry juice swam inside her boobs, causing them to grow and grow, stretching her blouse out. “Ohhh fuck.” She brushed her bangs to the side as they turned bright blue. “I am soo juicy, so sensitive.” Rachel eyed Samuel hungrily. “I don’t know what I am going to do.”