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News Berry Nonsense.

Christen slammed her juice-filled hand on Greg’s shoulder as he dragged her across the hallway. “This is absurd. You can’t just put me on air because I have juice swelling inside of me. Let me go.”

He laughed. “Why not? You will do great. Besides, we need first-hand coverage of the blueberry virus that has been plaguing our town.”

“Virus? Who said it was a virus?”

“Virus? Bug. Strange affliction that is caused when you look at the sun in the wrong way. Who the hell cares at this point.” He slapped Christen’s juice-filled belly. “All I know is you are great for ratings. I mean, last time this happened, our news station and our town were put on the map.” A wicked smile formed on his face. “And it is going to happen again. Oh, I can’t wait to see those big wigs in the major news networks talk about me. I will be all the rage.”

Christen waved her hands as her blouse pressed against her body. “Wait, wait, wait. Last time?” Gurrrglgglgle.  She moaned as the juice bubbling inside of her bubbled and traveled up toward her face. “Ughhh.” As she rubbed her expanding cheeks, she said, “How can you try and take advantage of a situation like this? Did you do this to your last co-worker?”

Greg smirked as he pulled her into the newsroom. “She didn’t understand. I did what I did for the ratings. If she had been more careful and not gotten herself, all big and blue, none of that would have happened.” He walked behind Christen and pushed her toward the wooden desk in the middle of the room. “Ughh, you are starting to get heavy.”

“Well. . .” She rubbed her belly as she moved into the center of the room, almost tripping over the channel five rug. “I am filling up with blueberry juice by the minute. Ouufff.” Greg forced her into one of the chairs, the seat crying out under her weight. “This thing is not going to hold me.” She tried to stand up, but her body was now too heavy. “Ugh, great, I am not going anywhere.”

Greg laughed as he walked around the news desk. “Well, good. And if the chair does snap well, we have many more. You are not going anywhere anyways.”

She pressed her hands against her squishy sides, feeling the juice flow beneath her skin. “I still don’t get why you would do this again? Didn’t you say your last co-anchor left?”

Greg shrugged his shoulders. “Well, she didn’t like it that I forced her to be on the news when she started being blue. She even tried to turn me into a blueberry after. So, I put her into that juicing station or whatever for blueberries here in town.”

Christen narrowed her eyes as the juices inside of her boiled. “You what?”

Greg threw his arms out to the side. “What was I supposed to do? My boss was a blueberry, and I had to figure out how to run the news on my own. I am sure she is happy there. I mean, they take care of blueberries, right?”

Christen’s belly swelled, causing another button to snap off of her blouse and hit Greg in the face. “You don’t know what they do there. You. . .”

Greg reached across the table and pressed down on her chest. “Hey, now.

Slow that growth, hun. Save it for the air.” Christen took a deep breath. “We can’t have you going full blueberry just yet.”

“You. . .” She bit her tongue.  I hope you turn into a blueberry someday for all the people you have used for your ratings.

Greg stood back. “Ok, now, while I don’t like that look you are giving me, you look perfect. That shade of blue, your body while a bit round, we can still see your nice. . .” He waved his arms around. “Umm, human features, I guess. I don’t know how to explain it. But you look so big blue, and plushy.”

She put her hands on her hips. “Stop making me angry. It just makes me swell up faster.”

Greg grinned. “Ohh, perfect.” He turned around. “I know exactly what to do now. Ok, people, we are live in five, four three. . .” The cameraman at the other end of the room rolled his eyes as the camera light turned red. “Ok, everyone. Hello, and welcome to the evening news.

Well, all of those who still want to stay here on the channel five family and didn’t decide to jump over to the dirty channel eight network.” He formed his hand into a fist. “They think they can run this town. They will be shown up yet.”

“Umm. . .” Christen rubbed her juice-filled belly. “What?”

Greg ignored her as he walked towards the desk. “Well, today we have something that you all have on your mind. A big issue that just won’t go away.” He motioned for the camera to turn towards Christen. “A deep dive into the blueberry plague that is consuming our town.”

Christen slammed her hands onto the desk, the chair beneath her wobbling as she moved her massive, jiggling body. “Please just stop this nonsense.” She gulped as the chair began to bend under her weight. “That isn’t good.”

“My associate here is going to talk to us about what is happening to us in the town.”

Christen blinked her eyes. She realized that despite the jerk trying to use her for his own idiotic reasons, she had a great chance here. She could tell everyone what she knew to try and help people. Tell people about the juicing station and its true horrible intent. The cure that seemed to work. She scratched at her chin.  Did that cure work, or did I just get infected again? I don’t really know at this point.

“So, Christen, what can you tell us about all of this blueberry nonsense.” As he pressed his elbows into her body, the chair beneath her broke apart.

“Shit!” Instead of sliding outward, her legs just sank into her blue body and vanished.

She grabbed onto the side of the desk to avoid rolling back onto her blue back as another button burst off her blouse. “Ughhh fuck!”

“Hey, no swearing on the air.”

Her cheeks turned violet, and her pants split apart. “I am swelling up like a blueberry.

I will swear if I want to.” She used one arm to grab him and pull him against her squishy body. “I mean, my legs just vanished into my body, mister. You tell me why I can’t express my anger.”

“Wow, I can feel the juice bubbling under your skin.”

She pushed him away. “Just stop already.” She took a deep breath as she tried to calm herself. “Can we get to talking about why you got me to swell in your newsroom in the first place?”

Greg crossed his arms. “Don’t’ say it like that. I didn’t turn you into a blueberry.” He looked at the camera. “Folks, I would never in my life turn anyone into a blueberry. I don’t think such a thing is possible, and if it is such, people should be held accountable by the long arms’ reach of the law.” He slammed his fist on the table. “It would be such a deplorable act that it would even stand above killing another human being. I say it right here and now.”

Christen rolled her eyes. “Overexaggerate much?”

He laughed. “Hey, it is my duty to share and inform people about the day’s events. I am just doing my job.” He turned towards her. “So, let’s move past these petty back and forths, my big blue friend. Now tell us. What do you know about all of the berry fruity goodness plaguing the town? Please don’t leave any detail out.” Gurrgggle. “And don’t leave any of that out either. We want to hear all of your swelling and growth. It is just so. . . ohh soooo sweet.”

Christen narrowed her eyes as her swelling back caused her blouse to rip apart. “This thing isn’t going to hold much longer.” She sighed as she looked at the camera. “Well, I don’t know where to start. I have been to this so-called juicing station. It looks like a paradise for people who have turned into blueberries on the surface, but it is far from it.” She slammed her hands down on the table, what was left of her blouse shredding apart and sliding down her blimp-like body. “But that is what they want you to think. Once you go in, you never come out. They make it all nice and such so you will never want to leave, so they can constantly pump the juice out of your body and then make you swell up again.” She shook her head. “The entire place is about turning people into real-life blueberries. It is sick.”

Greg grimaced. “That is umm. . . ughhh.” He repositioned in his chair as Christen started to take on a rounder shape. “That isn’t exactly what I wanted to hear tonight. This was supposed to be a fun broadcast, not something so umm sad and down. Uugh.”

“Well, the big blue truth is. . .” Gurrgglgle. “Pretty.” She rubbed her sides. “Ughh, this is starting to get out of control.” Flloomp.  Her belly pressed against the news desk. “I have never had a reaction like this. Not since the first time I turned into a blueberry.” Her arms started to sink into her body. “Umm, can I have some help?” She winced as her body pressed against the news desk, pushing it backwards. “Ughh, I feel sooo. . . juicy.”

Greg stood up. “No. I can’t have this happen again.” He gulped.

“She can’t get this big.”

“Huh? What are you. . . ughhh. . . talking about?” Gurgglgle. Christen winced as the juice inside of her body bubbled, and she felt her breasts tense. “Ugh, I didn’t know I could hold so much juice.” Her bra strained to press against her body as her breasts filled with blueberry juice. “How can I still be growing?”

Greg gulped. “She is going to explode just like my last co-worker did.”

“Explode?!”

He walked to the edge of the newsroom. “Now, I don’t think that will happen to a fine blueberry like you. My last co-anchor kept growing and growing. She was also a jerk who I kept hitting and hitting so I could get out of the damn newsroom. Her big blue ass blocked me in, so she deserved what came to her.”

“So, when that broadcast cut out. . .”

“My co-worker went boom, yes.” The camera turned on him. “Hey, what are you doing, Nathanial? Watch her, not me?”

Nathanial sneered. “I never liked what you did to Sandra. The world deserves to know what a slimeball you are.”

“Slime ball? For blowing up a blueberry girl? There are far worse people.” He threw his arms out to the side. “Didn’t you hear Christen? There are people profiting off of the people being turned into blueberries and you are concerned with what I did?”

Christen snorted as her big blue body flipped over the news table. “At least they didn’t try and make anyone explode.”

He punched her in the side. “Oh, excuse me. I am not the one who is trying to be a giant blue freak filled with juice. Like seriously, can’t you take this someplace else? If you were not good for ratings, you wouldn’t have any use around here.” He looked right into the camera. “What? You all know the truth. These blueberries are just. . .”

The door to the newsroom suddenly opened as armed officers entered the room. “Greg Anderson?”

He let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god. You have come to roll this berry girl out of my newsroom.”

They walked over and handcuffed him. “For the disappearance of Sandra Victoria, you are under arrest.”

He shook his head. “What? You can’t be serious.” He struggled against the burly officers. “I didn’t make her vanish; I swear. All I did was make her pop, so I could get out of this place.” He looked at Nathanial. “You. You can tell them. She was still here when I left. Tell them.” The officers dragged him out of the room.

Nathanial walked up to Christen. “Are you alright?”

She sighed as her head neared the ceiling. “Yes. How did the cops arrive so fast? Did they watch the broadcast?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe someone tipped them off.” Christen’s eyes widened. “Anyway, do you want help getting out of here?” He gently put his hands on her body. “I am sure you have had a horrible day.”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it.”

“Maybe we can talk about it. Over dinner?”

Christen blushed. “I... I don’t know what to say.”

Nathanial rolled her towards the door. “Just say yes.”

***

Sandra rubbed her eyes and looked around. “Umm, where am I?” She looked around. “Hello?”

Larry watched the young woman from a monitor. “I don’t agree with your methods, Red.”

“I told you I am going to handle this by any means necessary. If you don’t like it, people can know who caused this crisis.”

“But I have the cure. I have the means to turn people into blueberries. What more can you want?” He watched as the woman ran her fingers along the sides of the room.

“I want you to turn her into another fruit.”

“Huh?”

“I want to break into more than just the blueberry market.”

“But. . .”

“Do it, Larry. Or else!”