Juicy July day 7: produce (Patreon)

(alternative title: one JUICY scoop)

The sun shone down on Claire Scribes car as she drove down the country roads. She was a journalist on her way to speak to a local farmer who had produced ten foot wide watermelons on the regular. No one else had managed to get an interview, but the crafty robin always had her ways to get her story one way or another.  Her beak had a determined little smile as she pulled into the farm.. however it quickly faded  as she saw a large gate with a chain holding it shut. A sign warned “do not enter.”

“Well... I’m not gonna let that stop me.” Claire thought, as she got out of her car. She effortlessly climbed over the gate before neatening up her waistcoat.  “If that’s all you have keeping me out...you clearly don’t want to keep me out .” She laughed cockily. She could see the farm house in the distance so began walking towards with her little notebook  towards it. All the while she looked around and took notes. “weird. I don’t see any oversized produce here... Even with how flat  this place is.” She said to herself.

As she walked, she was pursued by a snaking green vine upon the ground. It kept pace with her, in fact it slowly sped up as it tried to reach her. Seven foot back , getting closer with every second. That was when she made her biggest mistake. Stopping to write down the lack of gigantic produce.  It was enough time for it to reach her. Claire heard gravels being knocked so she turned to see a long green vine launching at her, hitting her in the stomach right over her navel. “Ghh...what the hell was...” before she could finish, the vibe began to drag Claire by the stomach into the crops. She tried to fight it yet was incredibly strong. She tried pulling it off of her but it held strong. As soon as the vine brought her into the garden...it began its process.

She felt it immediately . Her stomach began to groan as something was pumped directly into it by the vine. All Claire could do was nervously poke her gut as it started growing. “oh god...what’s it ...doing to me...?” she asked with a whimper.  Yet there was no reply other than more liquid filling her belly. She looked around for any source of help, yet there was no one. Her pen and pad had dropped on the ground out of reach  , she couldn’t even think of cutting herself free. That was when she noticed a new effect. Her stomach which was becoming more exposed by the second, was turning green , with stretch mark looking streaks of both darker and lighter green. “w...wait I’m ...turning into a watermelon? Oh...OH! That explains everything. This story is going to be massive,” she tells excitedly before regrounding herself in her current predicament. “If... I’m not massive first.” Her desperation hightened. Not out of self preservation as much as it was to get this story told.

Her trained eyes began examining everything it could see. No sticks...no stones...nothing close enough to grab and swing at the vine to free herself. Concentration was hard as melon juice pumped into her ass and thighs , slowly pushing her upwards. “Come on Claire...you’ve got out of hard situations before. . Think....and think quick!” she said to herself. The green was spreading over her body , and it was getting harder and harder to move.  Yet the determined robin wasnt giving in when she had this kind of scoop. Pain shot through her as her growing gut and thighs began pinching in her belt.

Her belt!

Claire immediately began to try unbuckle her belt, which was hard given the pressure underneath it. Yet with determination she yanked off the leather strap and wrapped it around the vine, pulling it as tight as she could. near immediately she felt the flow into her stop. “enjoy ...the words first attack tourniquet.” She quipped. What she expected to happen began. The juice flow was building up within the vine, causing a bulge in its thin length. One that grew with each and every second , like a big balloon. It couldn’t seem to stop itself, pumping and pumping despite itself being full. The vine detached from Claire , who immediately waddled herself up onto her feet and walked back to her pen and paper. Like a bat out of hell She noted down everything that happened to her. All the while the vine grew tighter , before it suddenly exploded , spraying pink watermelon juice around the area. Another thing notes down by Claire.

With that , she waddled back to the gate . Her body wasn’t too badly changed. Her thighs and ass had grown tremendously yet it wasn’t too much for her to keep walking. “God damn. Finally the body for yoga pants.” She joked to herself. With great effort she threw her juice filled body over the fence, heading past a sign she didn’t see behind a cover of foliage.

“Watermelon World! Subsidiary  of Blissfield farms.”