I'm looking for a certain blueberry juicing story.

Hmmm, I couldn't find the proper way to upload fiction. (The "submit story" button looks like it's for news.) I posted it to LVK, but since it may take a while to add to the story archive, I'll post it here. I wouldn't want to keep you in suspenders. The original site also included two illustrations. I'll upload those, too.

Blueberry by Blueberry

Batches 42 and 43 produced exactly the same results. They all turned into blueberries.

Bria made a note on her clipboard and examined the two test subjects before her. Both were of her own race, the Um'pelum'pah. Generations ago, the tribe had been pushed to the very ends of the earth by other, more savage races, leaving them only the wild lands where monstrous predators roamed. On the verge of extinction, they had been offered sanctuary by a strange man named Willy Wonka, in exchange for service as employees in his massive, magical candy factory. It was a bargain the Um'pelum'pah had never since had occasion to regret; the work was light, the factory had seemingly endless living space containing all manner of climates imaginable, and the meals were free and never-ending. If there was a drawback, it was that designing new products for a magical candy company sometimes had strange moments like these…

The typical Um'pelum'pah was around three and a half feet in height, proportioned like a scaled down human. Their hair was a deep forest green, their skin golden tan. The test subjects, who had only moments before been perfectly typical examples of their race, were far from typical in appearance now.

Each still had green hair, but the entire surface of their skin had darkened to a deep, dusty blue. The change of color was minor, though, compared to the change in shape: each had swollen into a taut-skinned sphere nearly four feet in diameter. They rolled around helplessly on the floor; their hands and feet - which, like their heads, emerged from their engorged surfaces, normal save for the color - waving ineffectively at the air.

Well, it wasn't only the heads and extremities that were still visible, Bria noted. The tester for batch 42 was Vyoter, one of only a couple of male subjects tested on since the first disastrous batch of the magical gum, and Bria could see clearly why males weren't favored subjects for the tests. Poor Vyoter was displaying quite visible signs of too much fluid pressure inside; his member was fiercely erect, over twice the size of a normal erection, the head of it a vivid bruised purple that constrasted sharply with the deep royal blue of the shaft. He and the female subject Nia had both stripped down before the test began; the blueberry effect had proven to be hard on work jumpsuits - not to mention extremely uncomfortable for those wearing them. From all previous reports, the swelling itself wasn't at all painful, merely strange and undignified, but being in a rapidly-constricting jumpsuit was unnecessarily harsh.

"Well, it looks like we haven't fixed the problem yet." Bria said, keeping a professionally straight face as she turned to her fellow researcher, Pero. "Why don't you roll Vyoter here down to the examination, and I'll check Nia out here then take her straight down to the juicing room."

Pero nodded and carefully maneuvered Vyoter's swollen form out of the room and down the corridor outside. As they went, Bria observed another reason why male subjects were a problem; whereas Nia could be rolled in nearly any direction as long as you kept her head from hitting anything, Vyoter had two areas on opposite sides which had to be kept safely away from the floor or the walls. Bria had no idea what it might feel like to be accidentally rolled across one's own balls, but it couldn't be at all good.

It might be unprofessional, but she couldn't help but watch until the two men had gone out of sight down the corridor. It wasn't every day you got to see a giant blue cock with a purple head swinging in little circles as its owner was rolled along the floor. A fugitive thought, the sort that always comes up at the wrong moment, ran through her head as she imagined what it might be like to ride that thing like one of those toy jumpy-balls they made for kids. Shaking her head to clear the thought away, and biting her lip to keep from giggling, she turned back to Nia, who was still wide-eyed with surprise. None of the testers had been deceived about the previous results from Product 1457-C, but each of them had naturally found it quite a shocking experience when it happened to themselves.

"Don't worry, hon, they've got the juicing process down pat. It doesn't hurt a bit."

"I'm not worried, really," Nia said, staring abstractedly up at the ceiling. "This just feels so…weird. I don't know how else to explain it. It's kind of like being really full, but all over instead of just in my tummy."

Bria nodded. Previous tests had shown that the gum somehow caused the entire body to fill with almost pure blueberry juice, emerging from nowhere and filling up the skin until it reached its tensile limit. Since it was a magical effect, there was no toxicity or organ damage, to the immense relief of Mr. Wonka, who - despite his habit of coming up with insanely bizarre new confections - could be driven into weeks of depressed isolation if anything he made accidentally hurt one of his workers. He'd wanted to call off any further tests, but so many Um'pelum'pahs had volunteered with perfect trust to continue the testing that he allowed it to continue.

"Well, that's a normal reaction. I'm just going to check out a few of your signs, and then we'll get you back to normal lickety-split. Okay?"

She examined the 'berrified' girl minutely, quietly fascinated by the effect. They'd been trying variations in the formula for about two weeks, but this was the first test that Bria had been on the team for, and while it was far from the first odd magical side-effect she'd seen, this one had a certain curious beauty to it.

Nia's skin was as warm to the touch as ever, and gave slightly when pressed, then sprang back again, like a well-filled four-square ball. Although it was colored like a blueberry, with a sort of dusty light blue shade that gave way to a deeper blue when it was damp or gently scraped, it felt exactly like normal skin - normal skin, that is, stretched to smooth firmness, as though the entire body had become a pregnant belly.

Her breasts had been stretched out into broad pads over a foot across, rising smoothly to a height of no more than two or three inches above the level of the spherical surface on which they grew. The aureolae spread out a good three inches, the soft skin of them stretched so tight that Bria could make out thin traceries of blood vessels beneath them, despite the dark lavender coloration of the flesh.

Between Nia's legs - which were nothing but squashed gumdrops from which perfectly-shaped feet emerged, and spread out so far that her feet were almost three feet apart - her normal fissure had been distorted into a long, deep groove, rather like the channel at the top of a peach. At the frontward end of it, the outer lips of her sex had been pulled out into a broad heart-shape, tinted a gentle violet; between them, the rest of her feminine equipment was neatly exposed, the nub of her clitoris pushed forward between the folds of her inner labia, a delicate lavender rosebud emerging through rich burgundy curtains. The magical research scientist in Bria wondered what effect the transformation had on sexual responses. Well, maybe it was her scientific side that wondered. Either way, it certainly wasn't the sort of research they were doing at the moment.

Bria finished her examination and began rolling the blueberry girl down the halls toward the juicing room. Nia giggled, slightly ticklish, as Bria's hands brushed repeatedly across her skin; in general, she seemed to enjoy being rolled along.

As she maneuvered her charge around a corner, Bria noticed Dr. Pell, her section manager, approaching from the other direction.

"Ah, Bria! Just the Um'pe maid I wanted to see." he said cheerfully, a friendly smile sprouting beneath his snowy white moustache. "Working the gum project, I see."

"Yes, sir. It's an interesting challenge," said Bria, bringing Nia to a stop and pushing her gently against the wall to keep her from rolling away. As it happened, Nia came to rest with one violet nipple directly beneath Bria's hand. "I won't keep you from it. I just want to brief you quickly on the procedural schedules for this week."

Dr. Pell read from the clipboard he held. Part of Bria's mind kept her nodding and making acknowledging noises, and storing away the information he was giving, but much more of her attention was on the warm flesh beneath her palm. Absently, without really noticing, she began to run her thumb back and forth across Nia's nipple. It gradually stiffened under the attention, firming into a nub nearly as large as the ball of Bria's thumb. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as Dr. Pell finished up.

"Okay, so boiler eighteen is out of commission tomorrow, then?" she asked.

"That's right. But we're cutting back to only two full lots of product 3553 anyway, so it shouldn't slow things down much."

"I see. Well, thank you, sir."

"Carry on," he said brightly, and continued briskly down the hall.

Bria stood motionless, momentarily idle of brain. No real thoughts were going through her head; she was just spacing out staring at Nia's nipple, and idly running her thumb in little circles around it.

"Umm…Bria?" Nia said. "What are you doing?"

"Oh! Oh, no! Um!" Nia said, snatching her hand away as from a fire. She stepped back quickly, blushing brightly. "Oh, I'm sorry! I, I was, oh geez, sorry! I just kind of -"

"Hey. Bria."

"I lost track of - uh. What?"

Nia grinned suddenly, her teeth vivid white behind her purple-stained lips.

"I didn't say you had to stop." she said.

Bria was speechless for a moment.

"What?" she finally managed.

"Well -" Nia said. She was blushing now, too, a rich purple color blossoming across her cheeks. "I didn't really think it was appropriate to mention this before, but being like this - all puffed out - it's kind of making me, you know, kind of horny."

"Really?" asked Bria, intrigued.

"Yeah. I mean, all this pressure, it's sort of…squishing my, you know, my privates. And then when you started rolling me, whenever one of my nipples got squashed it was kind of, tingly, you know what I mean?"

"Oh." Bria licked her lips again, nervously. "Um, do you mean you, uh, that is, you want -"

"I really want someone to touch my - to touch me. And I can't reach!" Nia waved her hands, sticking stiffly out from her side for emphasis. "Uh, I mean, if it wouldn't be too weird for you -"

"Well, it is weird." Bria said in a quiet, stunned voice. "But not in a bad way. I mean, it's kind of exciting, the way you're all round…"

"Is there somewhere we can go?" Nia asked, in a conspiratorial whisper.

"Uh, there's always some of these lab rooms that aren't being used - I have a key…" Bria said. It felt as though she were pushing each word past a hard-boiled egg in her throat.

"Can we?" Nia's eyes were wide and pleading, almost afraid, and Bria realized that she must be just as nervous. It was, after all, scarcely professional to proposition a researcher in the middle of a test.

Somehow, that realization made Bria's own nervousness melt - really; it felt as though the blockage in her throat and brain had melted into a soft, warm fluid…something like the literal warm fluid she was definitely starting to feel down below.

"Um. Sure - sure, yeah!" she said enthusiastically, and began rolling Nia toward the nearest unoccupied lab room. This time, instead of maintaining a professional distance, she took pleasure in the job, running her hands deliberately across Nia's warm, taut surface, pressing herself now and again against the smooth expanse of her, and gently brushing the flat of her palm against the blueberry nipples as they rolled by. She couldn't remember ever being in such a hurry to make love, or enjoying the hurry so much.

They reached the room - it took some pushing to squeeze Nia through the doorway - and Bria locked the door behind them. The room was erotically uninspiring - white walls, gray formica counters with grey cabinets, white fluorescent overheads for lighting. Bria turned on only one of the lightswitches, casting the room into grey half-light.

"Well, it's not a very romantic setting, I must say…" she muttered.

"I don't care," said Nia eagerly. "Just get over here."

Bria needed no further encouragement. Quickly, she undid the buttons of her white overalls and stepped out of them, then unhooked her bra while shimmying free of her panties. Naked, nipples stiff in the none-too-warm examining room, she approached the massive round form of her new lover.

Uncertain where to begin, she first simply spread her arms and pressed herself against Nia's bulk, thrilling to the electrifying contact of skin on skin. Gently, she caressed the blueberry girl with her entire body, simply enjoying the warmth and the gentle rhythms of Nia's breath and pulse. She kissed and licked her way across Nia's massive belly, leaving a trail of dark-blue moisture patches, then rolled the girl so that her feet were resting on the floor and kissed her firmly on the lips.

Nia returned the kiss enthusiastically, with soft humming noises of pleasure. Her tongue darted out, flicking past Bria's teeth, and for a few moments they ran their tongue-tips together in rapid spirals, sucking at each other's mouths.

Tight and round as Nia was, she slowly slid away across the floor whenever Bria pushed against her, so rather than spend the entire time chasing the spherical body around the room Bria wedged her against the corner and proceeded to kiss, suck and lick her way down Nia's cheek, to her neck, and then across the round surface to one steel-hard violet nipple. Nia gasped aloud as Bria's lips encircled her nipple, nipping lightly, running her tongue in a circle around it, and she gave a soft cry of delight as Bria clamped down her lips and sucked hard. To her surprise, just as Nia cried out, Bria found her mouth filling with sweet, warm blueberry-flavored juice. Quickly she swallowed it, and then another mouthful, and another. Her hand roamed across Nia's front to the other nipple, and found moisture there as well; she ran her finger around the nipple and squeezed it until, slick with the juice, it popped free of her grip; she continued to toy with it while drinking mouthful after mouthful of sweet blue milk from the nubbin in her mouth.

"Ah…ahh…ohhhhahhhAHHHH!" Nia moaned, husky sounds deep in her throat that rose in speed and pitch as Bria sucked and tickled ever faster and harder, until the sound became a long, thin wail and her entire body shuddered, her belly throbbing against Bria's breasts and front like the surface of a water balloon that was being rapidly smacked. Bria kept sucking until Nia's spasm subsided, then pulled her lips away. Nia jumped as Bria licked the last glistening drops from the tip of her nipple, not that it did any good; new beads of royal blue liquid continued to form, and ran together into a small rivulet that trailed slowly down the curve of her stretched bosom.

Bria smiled and kissed her way downward, flicking her tongue into Nia's deeply-grooved navel as she passed it, to lick and nip lightly at the skin between one of her wiggling feet and her spread, swollen sex. She knew that the skin at the line where inner thigh met lower belly was exquisitely sensitive, and here it was stretched out to a good three square feet of area. Nia's throaty, urgent 'Mmmm's of pleasure as she delicately ran a dry tongue-tip across that area told Bria that the stretching certainly hadn't reduced that sensitivity any. She moved slowly inward toward her lover's sex, from which emerged a steady flow of transparent blue juice; she dipped momentarily to lick a little of the juice from inside the groove some inches below Nia's swollen violet lips, then played her tongue across the skin on the other side of it until Nia's breath was coming in short, sharp gasps.

At this point Bria was kneeling on the floor, her head bent at an awkward angle, so she grabbed Nia's feet and shoved up and back, raising her sex up into the air and tipping her head sharply back into the corner. Nia's head was caught between the planes of the walls, and all she could see were the abstract shapes of the wall and the curve of her own front, but it was only mildly uncomfortable, a tiny distraction that vanished as she felt Bria's warm, gentle breath flowing across her swollen, aching clitoris. After teasing the pearly-lavender nub with her breath for a few seconds, Bria ran her tongue firmly across it, making Nia groan harshly with pleasure.

Bria dove into Nia's sex, sucking at the lips, licking at the hole between them, carefully brushing the clit with her teeth before sucking at it. Nia was producing more juice than Bria had ever seen, and she licked as much of it away as she could. Much as she liked to give oral sex, Bria didn't usually care for the raw organic flavors of pussy juice, but this was different; it was sweet, but not cloyingly so, with the faintest hint of salt and musk to reveal its animal origin and arouse instincts of desire. Nia's swollen state removed so many of the minor nuisances of cunnilingus; she was so open and accessible, her clit practically leaping forward to be caressed, the flesh above her pussy was too tight and firm to allow Bria's nose to sink into it and block her breathing, and the soft curls of her pubic hair were spread out over a wide area, instead of a thick, wiry clump right in the nose and eyes. She lost herself in the experience, licking and sucking up the juice, gradually inducing first one finger, then another, then her whole hand into Nia's tight, hot hole, which pulsed and pulled her wrist further in. Finally Nia convulsed in a second orgasm, literally bouncing up and down in the throes of it, as even more juice gushed from inside her, as Bria's tongue worked furiously at her clit while her hand slid smoothly back and forth inside.

As Nia melted softly into the aftermath, Bria stepped back, her own breath sharp and raspy. Her sex was throbbing, and she could feel trickles of her own juices dancing down her thighs. Her wet hand found her crotch and pressed against it as she contemplated; she was desperately hot, but what could she do about it? She rolled Nia back into an upright position; the other girl's eyes were deep and liquid, a smile of pure satisfaction spread across her face; Bria kissed her again. Her hand was against Bria's thigh, stroking gently, and that gave Bria an idea.

It took some maneuvering, but she was able to get into a position wherein she could push her weight against Nia's hand, and support herself with one foot on the floor and one against the wall, while spreading the rest of her body spread-eagled against the warm, comforting bulbous surface of her. She could even reach one of Nia's nipples with her mouth, which she did, sucking away more berry juice while Nia's fingers deftly caressed her sex. It wasn't a very comfortable position to maintain, and Nia could neither see what she was doing nor maneuver her hand very much, but Bria was so hot and ready that it didn't take very long at all for her to rock herself into her own deep, rippling orgasm.

Dreamily, cruising in the warm afterglow of what she thought was probably the best sex of her life, Bria got dressed again, splashed some cold water from the sink in the counter onto her flushed face, and did her best to tidy her hair. She found some paper towels and wet-wipes in the cabinets, which she used to wipe the sweat and fluids from herself and from Nia, and to mop up the sticky blueberry juice that had pooled on the floor. Affectionately, she patted Nia's purple cheeks with a cool, wet towel and smoothed out her hair; Nia was grinning broadly like the cat who'd been eaten by the canary. Neither of them said anything as Bria, once she was sure that her walk wasn't going to wobble and her appearance wasn't so flustered and mussed as to broadcast 'JUST FUCKED' to everyone who saw her, rolled the blueberry girl back out into the hall. She thought Nia looked just a little less full and taut, just a bit more saggy; she certainly had more drag to her as she rolled. Well, she had certainly lost a fair amount of blueberry juice in the process - not all that much, compared to the gallons that still packed her body, but not insignificant either. She spent the few minutes it took to reach the juicing room preparing a feasible excuse for the delay, while Nia simply stared dreamily into space, watching the floor, then the ceiling, then the floor, as they rotated past her line of sight.

At the door of the juicing room, Bria paused to kiss Nia once more.

"That was the best I ever had," Nia whispered happily.

"Yeah, it was really something. Whew!" Bria said, and they both giggled.

"So…do you think maybe you might want to get together sometime when we're not working…and I'm not a blueberry? Not tonight," she added quickly, "just sometime?"

"Absolutely! You know where to find me!" Bria said brightly, pushing open the doors.

"But right now, let's get you juiced."

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Testing of Product 1457-C is not yet complete…
or in other words, To Be Continued!
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I did not write this story. I don't know who "Blueberry" is, I simply saved the story when I saw it.