After an office party Marget is feeling a bit odd.  Little does she know she is about to become part of her business's new test product.  I mean how else are you supposed to make blueberry jam?  (This story is only on my Patreon all-access tier.

             The drive to work was uneventful. It usually was, as Marget only lived two blocks away from the blueberry factory where she worked. Still, she hoped that she could finish her shift quickly and head home. “Phew.” She pulled into the parking lot. “My stomach is bubbling up a storm.” She took a deep breath as she parked her car. “I am going to have a word with HR about this.” She pushed her door open, her face slowly turning blue. “This is just absurd.”

             As she walked into the building, people looked at her and talked in hushed whispers. “What is going on?” she snorted. “I am not that sick.” Gurrgle. “Ughh.” She slammed her belly as it rumbled loudly. “Just shut up.”

             “Ahh, Marget. There you are.” Mr. Fenderson walked up to her. “And you look so good. I could almost eat you up.”

             “Good,” she coughed again. I don’t feel that great. I think I might be getting a bit bloated.” She rubbed her belly.

             “Ohhh. Don’t worry; we just need you to check one thing.” He giggled. “Come, come.

It won’t take long. Then you can head home. I promise.”

             Marget rubbed her blue head against her dark brown hair. “What do I need to do?”

             Her boss sighed. “Well, you see, one of our new blueberry processing units isn’t working. I need you to get in there and inspect it.”