Weekend Plans? (Patreon)

As their busy week of working remotely wound down, her boss was just trying to make small talk on their follow up meeting. Before the three day weekend. But little do they know what she gets up to behind closed doors (& hopefully in a room with some fair amount of drainage). 

She's been planning this for months. After finding weird foreign websites offering bootleg versions of this banned prototype gum? Let's just say it took a while to get here. 

To be perfectly fair though, it's not like she's at all being dishonest to her boss. Once the chewing starts? Soon there will be very little she can do. Besides sit around. And grow. And swell. And round out. And stretch out her clothes. And whine. And whimper. And coo as her partner teases her. And pokes & prods at her ballooning body. The more pathetic & helpless she grows, she might try to waddle a bit. Wobble & roll around a bit. Flap her vestigial hands in pantomimed protest. Do everything in her power to act & pretend like she doesn't want to become a massive, juice-laden berry of a girl. At first anyway. All as part of the role of a lifetime.

Then hopefully, between her & her partner, they can work all that juice out of her. Somehow. She knows it requires a lot of trust, especially at first. But she imagines it'll take hours of actual squeezing. And even then? Well, at least she's got the Recovery Monday. Worst case scenario, she can just turn her camera off for the meetings, if she's still a bit puffy & blue. As long as she can reach the keyboard, she'll be bright & rosy & ready to go Tuesday. 

With four more sticks left in the pack. You know, for future weekend plans.