Cheaters are Always Juiced extended preivew (Patreon)

Cheaters are Always Juiced.

              Tammy stretched her legs as Gabby walked up to her.  “Are you ready for the big track meet?”

              Tammy looked up at the lady.  “Yes.  And this year, I am going to win.”  She tapped Gabby on the chest.  “You hear me!”

              Gabby waved her hands about.  “What?  You are saying that as if I stole victory last year.”

              “You start early.  You always start early.”  She sneered.  “You are nothing but a good-for-nothing cheater.  One of these days, they are going to catch you, and you will be sorry.”

              Gabby turned around and laughed.  “You just wish you could have as good of start times as I do.”  She turned her head.  “Admit it.  You are jealous.”

              “What?”

              Gabby nodded her head.  “I said it.  Jealous.  You know deep down you will never be as fast as me.”  She smacked her ass.  “Never have as strong or as long as legs as me.”

              Tammy looked down.  “I will say this.  I will never have such a thick butt as you.”

              Gabby snorted as she walked towards the door.  “Right.  I will just see you out on the track, won’t I?”

              “Hold it.”  A man in a suit stopped her.  “You both are running today, right?”

              Tammy nodded her head.  “Yes.  Who are you?”

              He held out his hand. “I am with the race commission. You are to take these if you want to participate. They are part of our new anti-cheating methods here at the track. We have been trying to crack down on people abusing our rules lately, and this new method should convince people to follow our rules and regulations.”

              Tammy took the small blue pill.  “You want me to swallow this?  I don’t get how this will help.”

              Gabby swallowed her pill.  “What?  Afraid of following the rules?”

              Tammy narrowed her eyes before downing the pill.  “No.”  She shook her head.  “Ugh, why does it taste like blueberries?”

              The man snorted.  “It shouldn’t have any effect on you unless you break one of the track rules.  It is a highly sensitive compound that will be triggered if you try and cheat.”  He pointed his finger at both of them.  “So, don’t!  You don’t want to find out what this little devil does.  You will be thoroughly embarrassed!”  He turned around and walked out of the room.

              Gabby then smirked and turned her head.  “You can’t believe that, right?”

              “I will when I see this pill work on you.”  Tammy walked to the door.  “I am sure it will bring your true colors to light.”

              “It will not!”  Gabby snorted.  “I am not a cheater!”

              “Sure.”  Tammy rolled her eyes.  “I guess we all will see, won’t we?”

              ***

              Gabby slowly walked to the starting line, eyeing her competitors as she did so.  She was the last to arrive, having waited until this moment so she could scope out the competition on the starting line.  “Fuck.  It looks like a decent showing this year!  Some of these girls might actually give me a run for my money.”  She gulped.  “I. . . I think I am going to have to do my little trick to even stay competitive.”

              Her thoughts drifted to the race commissioner’s words: “Ugh, I doubt that silly little pill could do anything to me. There is no way anything could be so sophisticated that it could detect if I was cheating.”  Gabby smiled as she took her place on the starting line. “I have this in the bag!”

              “Okay, everyone.  I hope you are ready for an exciting day of track.  Our first event will see these lovely ladies do five laps around the field.  The first one across wins the gold.  Let the countdown begin.”

              Gabby watched the clock tick down.  “Remember to take off just a half second before so people can’t tell you got a head start.”  As the time wound down, Gabby took her shot, taking off just a split second before the gun went off.  “Hopefully, this will be the edge I need to beat them.”

              As she ran though, she felt something odd shoot through her.  Gurrgle.  Gabby blinked her eyes as she felt her nipples harden. “What was that?”

              Tammy ran up beside her.  “Hey, cheater.”

              “What are you talking about.  You know I don’t cheat.”

              “Then why is your face turning blue?”  Tammy laughed.

              “My face isn’t blue.”  Gurrgle.

              Tammy gasped.  “Was that sound coming from you?”

              Gabby’s cheeks turned bright blue, realizing something crazy was happening to her.  She glanced down and gasped as she saw her arms now bright blue.  “Ahhhh!”  She kept enough composure to keep herself from coming to a complete stop or slowing down.  “Keep running.  You are just a bit blue.  You have to win this race.  You have to show you are not a cheater.  You are not a cheater.  You will win at any cost.”

              She moaned as a tremendous pressure began to build inside her belly.  She looked down and gasped as her sides were slowly expanding.  “Noooo!  What is happening?”  She gulped.  “I can hear something liquidly sloshing around inside of me.  It sounds like. . . blueberry juice.  No wonder that pill tasted like blueberries!”  She looked around.  “Why is no one else turning into an effing blueberry?”

              Gabby moaned as she tried to keep her lead, every step becoming harder as her body became heavier and heavier.  Her butt began to sway back and forth, and her hips now looked as if she had eaten four whole pizzas.  “God.  I am so fucking full of juice!”  Her eyes widened as she felt her nipples harden.  “No!”

              Tammy smiled as she ran alongside Gabby.  “Something wrong?  I see that ass of yours is getting even bigger.”

              “Not funny.”  She moaned as she felt juice start to work its way into her chest.  “I have a major problem here.”

              “Maybe you shouldn’t have cheated.”  They finished their first lap.  “I wonder if you will even finish the race.”