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             “Just what is going on!”

             “We are testing a new product. Last night at the company party, you drank a spiked drink with some experimental blueberry powder in it. It has taken some time to work its way through your system, but we seem to be seeing the first stages of the effects now.”

             She looked at her arms. “What? You wanted me to turn blue?”

             Mr. Fenderson laughed. “No. We wanted you to become a big blueberry and make us some wonderful jam. It is all a part of a new product line.”

             “What!” she turned around. That is insane. I am leaving.” She tried the door, but it wouldn’t budge. “Let me out!”

             “You can go after the test is complete.”

             She threw her arms to the side. “I may be blue, but I am no blueberry.” Gurrgle. “Do I look round to you?”

             “In a way, yes. You look more tubby than you did when you came in today.”

             Marget looked down and gasped. “Ahhhh!” She grabbed her waistline as she tried to shove it back in, her hips slowly swelling by the second. “What is happening to me.”

             “Why your juices are just telling you that they love you. Soon, you will be sharing them with the rest of the world.”

             Marget gave up, her hips bouncing around, and walked up to one of the walls. “You see here. You are going to let me out of here. Ughhh. . .” She moaned as her jeans began to stretch, her ass ballooning out. “Fuckkkk. . .”

             “Look, you are going to be in there until you start producing some juice for us. That is just how it is. So, get to it. Bye.”

             “Wait.” She snorted as she was left in silence. “This is just absurd.” She gulped as her belly began to grow, almost as if it had a mind of its own. “This is crazy. Just pure craziness.” Marget looked around the room. “You can’t really expect me to. . .” She moaned as her boobs suddenly felt full and heavy inside her t-shirt. “Ughh fuck. . .” She took a few steps back, her hips wobbling around as she resisted the urge to rub them. “Ughhh. . . so. . .” Her blue cheeks turned bright purple. “Ohhh. . .”