Every character is 18+. This story contains extreme and unrealistic vaginal and anal object insertion and literal objectification (a womb used as a smoothie blender).
Early morning in her little hole in the mall, Alix, a happy-go-lucky young brunette, was tidying up her station for minimum wage. Sunny Cafe was technically open, but not many people were passing by at this hour, and the ones who did already had a Starbucks cup in their hand.
A knock on the counter startled Alix, who was stacking napkins underneath. Her Sunny Cafe straw hat absorbed the impact of her head against the counter; the wince of pain, quickly replaced by a forced smile, was actually for her groinal region. Her holes were still tender from yesterday’s craziness. It would feel like a dream if her cervix didn’t loudly remind her that it recently had to unbirth fruits and wring out their juices.
“Welcome to Sunny Cafe! How can I brighten your day? Oh, hi, Mr. Sabir.”
No customer yet, just her boss peppered with gold chains as usual. He looked like the owner of a much more successful franchise than this one.
“Hey, Alix. How’s my favorite employee this morning?”
“Great!” she lied with her cheeriest voice. Upon close inspection with a mirror at home this morning, her vulva had recalled its original closed-lip smile, and her crinkled star could close again, but both were still red and angry at her. “Are you here to check the smoothie machine? It was broken yesterday... I don’t know if you heard.” How much you heard was the question she didn’t dare ask.
None of it was her idea. The stress of a rare afternoon rush with a broken blender was like an anxiety dream. She was happy to let her coworker Pedro take charge but still didn’t understand how he talked her into this crazy plan of replacing the juicer organically. Adrenaline had a nasty submissive effect on her.
“No, I think we’re just going to throw that old thing away...” Mr. Sabir said, and that was the best news Alix had heard all week, except her boss was not finished: “...you know, since we have a replacement now.”
Alix looked over the counter to see if Mr. Sabir had a box with him. She caught the man looking down the deep cleavage of her company-provided black shirt and tugged the collar in response. It made little difference other than giving her breasts a mesmeric jiggle. Then, it dawned on her that the replacement Mr. Sabir was referring to was her precious baby factory.
“If you mean what happened yesterday, I could never do that again...”
“Really? From what I heard, it was a great hit. And I can market it as a green alternative. Think about it? No electricity, no cup, no straw.”
“Well, you still need a cup and a straw.”
“I don’t know. Pedro told me you were... smooth down there. Sounds like customers could drink straight from the mixer, if you know what I mean.”
“He wasn’t supposed to look,” Alix said, her outrage contained internally. She got her boss’s meaning after a few confused seconds but didn’t think anyone was going to want to drink from there.
“Come on, Alix, don’t be naive; a cute girl like you with nice legs and milky skin. We’ll have a long line as soon as the word gets out.”
“I still don’t know. It’s a lot of effort to save a few cents on cups.”
“And the Earth, Alix. You save the whole planet. And the cost of a new blender. I gave Pedro a raise and a promotion for his initiative yesterday. Maybe you’ll get a raise too if you show some team spirit. Why don’t you make me one of your famous organic smoothies, and we’ll see if it’s worth the extra effort. You can do it yourself, right?”
Pedro handling the anal pestle that was grinding fruits in her womb mortar was the most humiliating part of the whole experience, so Alix said “yes,” realizing too late how all-encompassing that yes sounded. Convinced that her boss would change his mind once he realized that fifteen minutes was way too long a wait time for a glorified fruit juice, Alix’s trembling hand reached for the strawberries.
“Nah, nah, I don’t like strawberries; make me an apple mango. Don’t bother cutting or peeling. Just straight up.” Mr. Sabir made a gesture of a finger flying up a hole with a popping sound effect with his mouth.
“Even the strawberries were a tight fit...” Alix said, but her boss tapped his golden Rolex with a finger, and that was his answer.
As discreetly as she could under the blinkless stare of her boss, Alix stuck an apple down the front of her black leggings.
“Just take off your pants and panties, sweetie. We don’t want to look like we’re hiding anything, do we? And we can’t have you waste time pulling them up and down all day. Anyone too young to see your tush can’t see over the counter anyway.”
“Right...” Alix had always disliked having to work in thin leggings that hugged the curves of her butt and made her feel naked. As she peeled the stretchy cotton off her legs, she swore never to complain about her form-fitting pants again.
The girl spread her leg wide enough to fit an apple in her thigh gap while still preserving some dignity. It took a lot of pushing with fingers and thighs to wrestle the fist-size fruit up her lady parts. Alix groaned and moaned, but Mr. Sabir’s look of impatience kept her going.
Plop. Hmmph. Alix’s pussy swallowed another apple, its bump now obvious on her smooth navel. If only that were far enough. Another two apples and a mango crowded her birth canal; her cervix had been more cooperative with berries. She had hoped not to need Pedro’s trick but, expecting to hear ‘you’re fired for being so useless and lazy’ any moment, she flipped a stool on its seat and lowered herself on one of its legs, forcing the fruit inside the inner chamber. She muffled the whimpers in her palm, but her whole body displayed the intensity of the cervix-penetrating act through convulsions.
With four fruits in her belly, she limped toward the traveling mug display on the wall. It still felt wrong to have the Sunny Cafe mug that visited her colon yesterday back on the shelf, even if she did spend twenty minutes washing it afterward.
“Um, Alix, don’t use that one. Use that one there.”
“That one?” Alix pointed to a smaller one. She was eager to return to the counter area, her lower body completely devoid of cover at the back of the store.
“No, the bigger one.”
“But this is the one I used yesterday; that one’s way too thick.”
“Yes, and Pedro told me there were still a few chunks left in the smoothies. I’m not telling you to use that one because it’s thick. It’s the longest one,” Her boss said with finality.
Alix put the two side by side. The thicker travel mug was indeed an inch longer but at such a price to pay in girth. Too bad these things never came long and thin.
It was now time for the dreaded juicing. Alix put the grey metal container on its head as close to the counter as possible for privacy. It looked like a nuclear plant chimney. Mr. Sabir leaned his belly against the cash register but couldn’t a good angle of his new favorite show.
“Do you want customers to think you’re taking a dump under there? Do it where I can see you. Yeah, right there. That’s better. Now we see the shape of the ram and the fruits getting mashed inside.”
Mashed... was an apt word for what her precious and sensitive baby incubator was about to endure. The giant metal dildo scraped down her entire colon until it was deep enough to disappear completely. Just a pantless barista sitting on the floor... with a tent pitched inside her belly. The mashing happened by pushing herself up on tensed arms then letting her butt slam on the thankfully clean floor. The bouncing straw hat made her look like an amateur cowgirl on a mechanical bull.
“Alix?” Mr. Sabir’s voice interrupted the cacophony of moans and gushing fruits. “You have a customer. Go to the cash; I’ll take over the smoothie.”
Alix slowly got back on her feet to penguin-walk to the counter while covering her hairless crotch with her hands. The travel mug was inching out, but Mr. Sabir quickly put on a plastic disposable glove and gripped the base before it could plop out of the anal cavity.
With a trembling voice and frequent wincing stops, Alix stuttered through her greeting: “Welcome to Sunny Cafe. How can I brighten your day?”
Mr. Sabir was not shy about handling her buttocks like it was store equipment he owned. His hands dug deep into the butt flesh, tensing her already stretched anus around the travel mug like mastication. Then he gripped the mouth-end of the metal cylinder and went to town. He was putting his entire body into it and grunting like... Alix didn’t want to admit it, but it sounded like sex. The fisting kind of sex. It was impossible to resist the full-body tremors that wiggled her breasts and the light-headedness eating at her will to stay conscious, but she moaned as professionally as she could in the presence of a customer.
“The customer eventually shook his head out of his trance. “Yeah, uh, I’ll have whatever he’s having, I guess.”
“See?” A voice said from behind the living juicer. “Told you it would be popular. We’ll get right on that, Sir.” With ease, the big man lifted his employee still foaming at the mouth. The travel mug left in her bum got pushed in by the counter up to its maximum depth. Alix moaned again.
“How do you get this stuff out? With hands on Alix’s inner thighs, Mr. Sabir slurped and sucked the juicy pussy, but most of the fruity paste remained trapped in the uterus.
Alix answered softly as if in a dream: “Last time I had a... Pedro did something and... it’s really embarrassing...”
“Oh, he made you cum? Alright, that should be easy enough; you look about ready to pop.”
Fingers and tongue worked in tango for a taste of mango. Soon enough, Alix’s knuckles turned white against the edge countertop and her mouth opened wide to scream at the heavens noiselessly as an explosion of flavor filled her boss’s mouth. She lost herself in his arms after they both ‘finished’.
“You’re not going to get that raise if you pass out after every smoothie. Guess I’ll be getting my hands dirty today. So, what flavor did you want, sir? How about pineapple?”