Glorious Prologue: Juice Break (Pt6)

“No way! Nuh uh, I'm not going back there.” To add emphasis to her words, Gloria Grene attempted to cross her arms in front of her as a gesture of defiance. Unfortunately, this simple task proved fairly impossible, as her huge bust prevented either of her arms from finding the other. Realizing the futility of the gesture, she instead tried to place her hands on her hips. This too turned out to be easier said than done, as her hips had grown so wide over the past few weeks that they were no longer within easy reach. Sighing, she dropped her arms to her sides, the movement causing a ripple of jiggling across her huge green body. She pouted her lips and furrowed her brows, hoping her expression would be all the body language she needed.

Across the room from her, the small metal robot let out a small series of whirrs and clicks as he adjusted his viewing lens. “Damn, I'm going to have to ask the engineering division for a wider lens to take her all in,” he muttered.

“What was that!?”

“Ah, nothing,” Servo quickly replied. He then turned the conversation back to the matter at hand. “But you have to resume your sessions, Miss Gloria. I mean, look how well your body's responded to the first round of juicing.”

It was true. Though Gloria was still a huge green sight to behold, she had been absolutely massive only a few days before. The juicing session had given her much of her mobility back, and had even allowed her to fit into some of her old clothes. Some of her more stretchy clothes, mind you, but it was definitely an improvement. She was still green, and her breasts, belly, and hips still jiggled with juice as she walked, but at least she could walk. A few more sessions with the juicer, and she might even return to something resembling normal.

“I don't care!” she replied, shaking her head. “The juicing machine is way too weird. Too... inhuman!”

“That's rich, coming from a pear...” Servo muttered.

“WHAT WAS THAT!?”

“Ah, nothing,” Servo replied. He made a mental note to ask the engineering division for a voice modulator when he went in for the lens upgrade. “Miss Gloria, the juicing is absolutely essential if you want to return to normal so you can keep working for Ms. Bleu. You do want to keep working for Ms. Bleu, don't you?”

Gloria frowned. “I... I...” She had remembered wanting to quit. Had remembered storming into Miranda's office with the intention of serving her notice. But something had... happened. Now, the thought of leaving the company felt so... wrong to her. “Of course I do. That's not the point. I just refuse to be handled by that... that machine!”

If Servo had a mouth, he would have frowned. “I didn't know you felt that way about machines.”

Gloria gasped, her hands rising to her mouth, shmushing against her breasts. “Ohmigosh! Servo, I didn't mean it like that! That was stupid of me-”

But Servo cut her off with a bout of robotic laughter. “Sorry, just couldn't resist.” Gloria frowned as Servo continued to chuckle. “But in all seriousness, Miss Gloria, is there no way I can convince you to agree to another session of juicing?”

“No, I'm sorry, Servo, but I just won't do it!”

Despite his lack of lungs, Servo let out a sigh. “I was worried you'd say that. Very well. Commencing contingency Blue.” As he said that, a small blue beam of light shot out of his lens, projecting an image into the air a few feet in front of her. The image flickered and shimmered and then came into focus. Standing about three feet tall was a small holographic image of Miranda Bleu, Gloria's boss. Though nowhere near as rotund as Gloria, she was a sight to behold, her skin a deep blue – the result of an experience similar to the one that rendered Gloria her current hue.

“What is this, Servo?” Gloria asked, staring at the crisp image.

“Hopefully an ace in the hole, if it works like we hope,” was his only answer. Below, Miranda Bleu smirked, then reached for her top, slowly began to unbutton her blouse.

“What's she... why is she... ohhh...” Gloria watched as the image of her boss undid the last button of her blouse, peeling it back to reveal round blue tits. Gloria wanted to look away, but something about them commanded her attention... made it impossible to focus on anything else...

Servo chuckled to himself as the girl's eyes started to slowly dim, her mouth hanging slack-jawed as she continued to watch the projection. “Looks like our esteemed employer's... er... assets, have the same effect on Miss Gloria via projector that they did in person. Now, Miss Gloria, can you hear me?”

“Y-yes... mistress...”

Servo paused for a moment. “I'm not your... you know what? Nevermind. Good enough. Now, listen to me very carefully, Miss Gloria. For you to work here, you need to be juiced. You want to be juiced. Do you understand?”

Gloria furrowed her brow, still not taking her eyes from the recording of her boss' blueberry breasts.

“I... I w-want... to be juiced. I... need... to be juiced.” As she said those words, one of her chubby hands traveled up from her side and started to fondle one of her tits from over her green tank top. She let out a soft whimper.

“Um... Miss Gloria... what are you-?” Servo began, but he was cut off by a low moan coming from the giant pear girl in front of him. He watched as the front of her shirt began to darken with liquid, watched as a trail of pale green juice dribbled from under the fabric, running down the slope of her massive belly in rivulets before dripping on the grey tiles at her feet.

“No, not here!” Servo exclaimed. “The juicing station! Ack, you're making a mess!” Gloria barely heard his voice as she began to rub her other breast, moaning at the sensation, another trail of juice spilling onto the floor.

“Miss Grene! Stop at once!” he yelled, doing his best to sound like Miranda Bleu. Gloria bit her lip and ceased her massaging, letting her arms fall to her sides once again. She stared straight ahead, a big dopey smile across her face. It was clear that she was enjoying this much more than her previous juicing session.

"The juicing station! Go to the juicing station!”

Gloria blinked at the blue image of her boss, and nodded, smile still plastered on her dopey face.

“The j-juicing station... I... I want to go... for mistress!” And with that, she turned and began to waddle out of the room, her swaying boobs still leaking, leaving a trail of juice in her wake.

Now suddenly alone, Servo deactivated the hologram of Miranda Bleu. “Good to know the failsafe works, even if we have to adjust some kinks.” He adjusted his lens, focusing on the juice staining the floor. “Ugh, I'll probably be expected to clean all this up.” When he went to visit the engineering division, he'd be sure to ask for a mop...

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Alrighty folks, so this is the brain-child of both myself and the amazing who was nice enough to write a tantalizing passage about Gloria!  We've had quite a correspondence over this illustration, and I'd just like express my appreciation for their endless patience and wonderful selflessness!  I'm a huge fan of their writing and was super stoked to work with them!  This bit takes place a few days after part five of the Glorious prologue, where we find Gloria and Servo in a bit of a tiff...