The Blueberry Virus is spreading.  (This story is only on my Patreon All-Access tier.)

              Virgina’s boss tried to make her way towards the door, but the swelling blueberry was already blocking the path.  “Damnit.  Roll out of the way.”  Miss Stormweather gulped as Virgina’s pants ripped, revealing the blue skin underneath.  “I said, roll out of the way, damnit.  That is an order.”

              “You want to roll me?”  She looked up.  “Maybe. . . play with me?  Squeeze my boobs?”

              “What?”

              Virginia grabbed the handle of the door and pulled her big, juicy, swelling frame to her feet.  Her thick thighs wobbled about as she licked her lips.  “Why please just. . . juice me.  Juice me real good.”

              “You are going crazy.  Your fucking uniform is barely holding you together and all you can think about is me giving you the damn business.  Well, I won’t.  I won’t, I say.”  She slapped Virgina across the face.  “Now get your fucking blue ass together and let me out of there.  Or I will fire your ass.”  She gulped as Virgina’s belt snapped off.  “Honestly, I think you are fired anyway.”

              “If you want to get out, you are going to have to roll me to the side.”  Virgina winked and licked her lips as her breasts slowly pushed her uniform out and out.

              Miss Stormweather crossed her arms.  “I am not touching you.”

              “Then I guess neither of us is going anywhere fast.”  Virgina giggled.  “I can wait.  Can you?”  Blort.  Virgina widened her stance as she struggled to stand.  “Ugh, so heavy.”