Working at Red's Blueberry Juicing Station can be harder than it seems sometimes.  While you are a blueberry you are not allowed to swell up as you have to pleasure the blueberry ladies who come in to the station.  Olivia is having a hard time as she misses being a big blueberry, the juicy sensations bursting throughout her body.  But when a new department opens, she is delighted that they will let her swell to her hearts delight.  But can she even get there before she has a bit of a. . . blueberry accident?  (This story is only on my Patreon all-access tier and contains blueberry inflation, breast inflation, juicing and sexual blueberry content.)

“Oh. . .” Heather took a deep breath as she put her hands on her squishy hips. “I should be fine. I think I can contain my juices until then.” She giggled. “As then I get my juicing reward. Ohhh.” Her breasts swelled a little, blueberry juice squirting out of them.”

             “Look, I want to swell up just as much as you do, but I need to know where to go. Please.”

             “Right, right, right. No glorious swelling for this blueberry.” Heather took a deep breath. “And even if I did, you would have to make sure to squeeze every little bit of juice out of me like the naughty blueberry I am. . .” She giggled.

             “Heather, hold it together.”

             “Right. I am sorry. I get a little bit carried away at the prospect of being juiced.” She laughed. “But you know how good it is. Feeling your body being squeezed as that pump extracts the juice from your pussy. Ohhh, it is just pure bliss.”

             Olivia felt the juices inside of her bubble. “Oh, don’t make me think about it.”

She moaned. “I. . . I have wanted to go back there for months. But I haven’t been able to because of being a handler.” Gurrgle. “Damnit, Heather, you are getting me all bubbly.”

             Heather moaned. “That isn’t good. If your juices start going and swelling, who is going to contain me when I. . .” She moaned as her hips suddenly expanded. “Ohhh. . .”