Theresa’s Melon of a Day (Watermelon TF/Inflation Story (Patreon)

The State Fair was packed this year. Hundreds of vendors of all kinds filled the expansive grounds as tens of thousands of patrons visited over the long holiday weekend. Opening day, Friday afternoon, was sunny and warm, but a pleasant breeze blew down the long main stretch of vendors as Theresa Cline slowly took a lazy, winding path through the vendor's tents.

The pale redhead quietly enjoyed perusing the tables covered in trinkets and handmade jewelry and she clutched her small coin purse as she fought the urge to spend every cent she had on one of the many cute trinkets she had found. She wore a woven wide-brimmed hat and large sunglasses that hid her face. She didn't expect anyone to recognize her, but she dreaded the chance of some busybody remembering her from the newspapers. She reassured herself, "it was a long time ago. Nobody has approached you about the factory tour in years. Relax." Sighing, Theresa set down an adorable stone carved elephant and turned to find a cloyingly sweet scent on the wind tickling her nose. She glanced around, trying to find the source of the smell and found a bright blue and purple tent across the way with a peculiar device chugging and whirring with a rhythmic hiss and sputtering sounds. It was quite the odd racket and Theresa's curiosity was piqued.

She stepped up to the stall and stood in silence, watching the machine cough and twist, seemingly without reason or function as it squeezed out a small dollop of glossy red candy. The worker manning the odd contraption was an older man with tanned skin from years in the sun, wearing a bright and creased red jumpsuit. On his lapel was a tattered embroidered “Nick” and the man wore a bright but practiced smile. She thought she recognized the man for a moment, focusing on his wide nose and thin but jet-black hair. He wore the attire of a laborer but it couldn’t quite hide his salesman’s bearing.

“Good afternoon, young lady! Come to give my special new ‘Candy Enhancer’ taffy a shot?”

Theresa raised an eyebrow at the bizarre and over designed contraption quizzically. It seemed to have worked much harder than it should have to simply spit out a little lump of taffy. “Uhh, what’s a ‘candy enhancing taffy’?” She asked with a clear tone of disinterest. The man hardly skipped a beat. “Why, it's just the most amazing little piece of taffy you’d ever taste! It coats the inside of your mouth with a little layer of my special ingredient that makes other candy taste even better! Cherries taste cherrier, oranges taste orangier, bananas-”

Theresa cuts him off. “I get it. How much?”

“Totally free for a beautiful and… discerning woman like yourself.” The man said with a wink.

Flattery was Theresa’s one weakness and she suddenly lost her cynical tone. Grabbing the little taffy, she turned it over in her hand to see that it looked just like any other taffy she’d ever eaten. “So… Do I just eat it and go find some candy to see if it works?” Theresa questioned.

The man quickly turned and grabbed a handful of colorfully-wrapped hard-candies and placed them down on the counter between them. Each one was about the size of a gumball and there were a dozen different colors among them. Grabbing a blue one, the man beamed a toothy grin, speaking excitedly; “Just eat the taffy and give any one of these homemade, experimental fruit candies a try and you’ll see how great they are! Only one dollar each for-”

Theresa immediately turned and stepped away from the booth. She sighed deeply, ignoring the salesman’s still friendly but more agitated shouts behind her as she moved on to other booths still clutching the taffy.

He almost got me, she thought. Why do I always have such lousy luck when it comes to candy  makers? It's like they all see a ditzy guinea pig! I swear, I need to find a drug that’ll take away this damned sweet tooth of mine...

Theresa found a new booth selling many different styles of handmade jewelry and quickly forgot the old man and his ridiculous taffy machine. While exploring the rack of earrings, she absently palmed the taffy and popped it in her mouth, not thinking much about it and simply believing she had gotten away with the ‘free’ part of the sales pitch without much of a fuss. It tasted… fine. She couldn’t tell exactly what flavor it was going for, but it was no different from any other saltwater taffy she’d ever eaten. Within minutes she’d finished and forgotten the candy, wandering the stalls and enjoying the warm sun and pleasant breeze.

Soon enough, though, Theresa felt the mild pang of hunger in her belly and found herself scanning the upcoming booths for a food vendor. Following the faint smell of powdered sugar and fried dough, she found a vendor selling all kinds of delicious fried abominations. Her mouth watered as she watched the vendor sprinkle too much powdered sugar on a huge plate of funnel cake. Her eyes lit up as she saw a handful of fried, thick watermelon slices on sticks, drizzled with a red glaze and coated in a dusting of powdered sugar with a cherry impaled on top. She got the vendor’s attention, pointing excitedly like a child. “Wha- what are those?!” Theresa said, trying not to drool.

The vendor grinned, donning a plastic glove. “It’s fried watermelon! Bit of a crowd-favorite this year.

“I want it…” Theresa looked longingly at the treat, internally warring with her better judgment about the calories and likelihood for a stomach ache. The vendor plucked a fresh one from the fryer, coating it with sauce and sugar before stabbing the cherry on top with a warm smile on her face. “$7 please.”

Theresa didn’t even flinch at the price, handing off a ten as she took the glistening, warm delight. She stuffed the change into her fanny pack and walked towards a secluded section between the tents to enjoy her naughty indulgence. Ignoring the cherry for now, Theresa took a large first bite. The watermelon was warm and incredibly sweet, gooey and melted in her mouth while the powdered sugar crust made a delightful crunch between her lips. She was in heaven. The flavor was overpoweringly good and the young woman moaned with satisfaction as she took another bite without finishing the first. Her eyes dilated and her skin rippled with goosebumps as the flavor rushed through her- hitting harder than any drug. It was the most delicious thing Theresa had ever tasted and each chew was a juicy burst of flavor that left her gasping for breath but even more eager for another bite. She could hardly control herself as she took another bite, messily dribbling the gooey watermelon juices down her chin.

What's gotten into me? She thought, with a moment of lucidity between chews. The fried watermelon dwindled quickly as the young woman abandoned etiquette. Sticky watermelon flesh was all over her chin, cheeks and nose as she swallowed the final bites and cleaned the skewer of the fried crispy bits stained red with juice. Theresa licked her fingers and finally regained her senses, still tasting the intensely flavorful watermelon tingling on her tongue. She couldn't believe the madness that had taken over her. She recalled the taffy and the candy salesman and his words. His candy was "experimental" and no doubt so too was the taffy and its 'flavor enhancement'. Theresa blushed a deep red and was thankful that few if any other people saw her in this state, face stained red and sticky with sugar. Feeling the beginnings of a stomach ache growing, she resolved to go to that candy salesman's stall and give him a piece of her mind! Getting up, she felt warm in her belly as it angrily gurgled. Rubbing her slightly swollen tummy gently, Theresa quietly cursed under her breath and began her way back through the crowds… but first, she needed to clean herself up. Not wanting everyone to see her in this messy state, Theresa snuck between a few of the tents used for generators and stuff for the vendors and found one with a little hand washing station and bathroom inside.

She produced a compact from her fanny pack and set it on the sill of the hand washing station, grabbing several fistfuls of paper towels to clean up her face. Scrubbing away the sticky sugary fruit goo, Theresa started to notice her skin started taking on a pallid, sickly color. She looked down at her hands, the pale tone had quickly spread across her arms on all except her red stained fingers. Immediately, memories of the factory tour flooded back, many she'd not thought of in years. Her classmate's confused and disgusted expressions. The tightness and the smell- Theresa's mouth watered as she recalled the juice's aroma and tart flavor. It took months for her to show her face after the 'accident' and as she stared down at the odd sickly green tinge forming along her arm, Theresa felt a pit in her stomach.

She was alone, in the middle of crowds of thousands of people, miles from anywhere she could get help-

The salesman. He was certainly aware of side effects and maybe had some way to counteract whatever was happening to her!

Theresa hurried out from between the tents, getting her bearing and ignoring the handful of glances and stares. She was turning greener by the minute and couldn't let this distract her. Moving through the meandering crowd, she pushed her way over to the candy salesman's stall and her heart sank as she found it empty, a sheet covering the taffy machine. She swore aloud and slipped past the table, stumbling over open boxes of the experimental candy and threw open the tent wall behind the machine. No 'Nick', Nobody. She swore louder, checking the area behind the tent to find only a few discarded, folded cardboard boxes and a bag of trash. Theresa stood in the thin walkway between the long row of tents in silence. He could be anywhere. Getting food, using the toilet, taking a break in his vehicle…

She didn't want to wait at his stall hoping he'd come back. Nor did she want to walk all over the sprawling fairgrounds hoping to find the bastard. She was turning freaking green for god’s sake! Remembering the nearly empty cluster of tents, Theresa pulled a bright orange sticky-note from her fanny pack and angrily scribbled a message meant for 'Nick' and wedged it just under the foot of the taffy machine. "You better come find me you bastard", Theresa muttered, slipping back out into the vendor's path.

Speed walking and pulling her wide-brimmed hat down over her face as she passed the occasional curious vendor. She looked down at her feet, blushing and trying to ignore the pale shade of green coloring her arms and legs. By the time she returned to the group of tents, there were a handful of people milling about with their goods or chatting. Theresa quickly ducked into the tent nearest her and slipped down next to a wide empty container. She looked around and, not wanting to get kicked back outside, and quietly climbed down into the high-walled punch-bow looking...thing, and sat down to collect her thoughts. Taking off her hat and tossing her sunglasses inside, she took a quick look around at the odd container. It was brightly colored and felt like a heavy duty plastic with a small drain plugged along the bottom edge near her left foot.

Theresa didn't want to look down at herself and instead waited for the last shuffle of vendor feet to fade out before letting out a sigh of very slight relief and laying down in the container. She brought her hand to her face, seeing a pale rosey pink on her palm contrasting brightly against the leafy green on her arm. She turned her arm over and could make out faint stippled striping of darker green coming in across the somewhat glossier-looking skin. Her mouth was agape as she studied her skin, feeling the tightness of it with her other hand. Eventually, Theresa had to explore further and looked down her green-tinted cleavage before sighing and sat up…

Well... tried to sit up. Theresa grunted as she pushed herself and slumped back to her back. Confused, she looked down at herself, noticing her loose tank top was tightly stretched over a roundness covering her stomach. The image didn't make sense and Theresa touched the mound and yelped as she realized it was her own flesh! Taut and firm, she pressed her fingers into the rising mound and heard a strange churn of liquid followed by an angry gurgle coming from deeper inside her belly. Twisting, she moved to her hands and knees and pulled herself up slowly against the walls of the giant punch bowl.

"What… the fuck… is happening to me...?" Theresa felt the weight in her belly pulling her down and the young woman panted heavily as she hefted her swollen, green belly. It looked pregnant. Super pregnant. Like, ready to pop pregnant. It was heavy and her insides groaned with a wet slushy sound again as she finally stood straight and slowly realized she was now trapped in her hiding place. She looked down at it again and in the few moments between glances, she gaped at how much bigger it already had grown.

Lifting her shirt up over her head, Theresa found her belly wasn't growing independently. Her breasts were growing before her eyes, the cleavage deepening as thin pale-pink beads of sweat ran down her chest. She reflexively groped herself, half squeezing and half trying to push them back smaller. She gasped at the intense sensation that rushed through her body, groaning as she leaned against the walls of her festive prison. Her modest bust had been transformed into huge, heavy orbs, looking like massive implants as they hung from her chest without drooping. Her nipples were dark, turning a dusty maroon as the rest of her flesh kept shading deeper green and the now-obvious watermelon striping spread across more of her body.

Theresa's chest strained her bra and the young woman thanked heaven for wearing a bra with front hooks today and disrobed it before it could bite into her sides further. Freed from their confines, her tits made another odd, heavy gurgle and grew again, resting now atop her belly as Theresa felt the increasingly quick weight gain pulling her down to her knees. She hobbled for a moment and gave up her fight shortly after nearly slipping on a thin puddle of her sweat and shakily dropped to her knees, and then her ass, grunting with surprise as she hit the floor sooner than she expected. She twisted as best she could with her chest and belly anchoring her and found the flesh of her ass and hips slowly rising like dough around her and lifting her up off the floor of the bowl.

Earlier, she didn't notice the smell of her sweat staining her clothes and dropping from her brow, but now, the familiar aroma was all around her in the tiny puddles and the now saturated clothing on her body and next to her on the floor.

"Watermelon. I'm becoming…" She didn't dare finish the sentence as if to desperately hold the changes at bay. She should have admitted it earlier when she saw the green skin, but she couldn't believe she'd been made into a candy monger's guinea pig again! For the second time in her life, some mad scientist was humiliating her!

Theresa wanted to scream with rage, but kept her lips buttoned shut. She couldn't be humiliated if nobody found her. The...swelling should subside soon and that asshole "Nick" would get a fist in the jaw after he fixes this mess. The young woman let out a slow, furious sigh quietly, but the sound of her insides churning like slush was loud enough to almost drown it out. She wasn't done yet and Theresa needed to be strong through the rest of the transformation. She shifted on her hips, feeling the flesh firming underneath her, rising quicker as it stiffened like the outer rind of the fruit she was taking after. She couldn't imagine getting much bigger and hoped the wide, tall walls of the bowl would be big enough.

"Come on Nick, you fuck... Find me…" Theresa seethed in her lonely bowl, her body slowly growing and soon she found her torso widening to meet the roundness of her swelling hips. It lifted her arms and the woman continued to sweat profusely, feeling the heat draw out more sweet-smelling watermelon juice from her body. She could feel a dull tapping on her massive belly and craned her head over to look and nearly choked as she found the source: her huge breasts were leaking a steady drip of juice from each nipple!

"God fucking- Guh!!"  Theresa threw her hands up and punched the air around her, swearing every obscenity she could think of under her breath. She tried to calm down and do something to occupy her mind, but the feeling of her sides pushing her arms away from her stomach made her feel increasingly helpless. Her rounding hips were pushing her legs apart and Theresa hated feeling the watermelon juice dripping and running down her skin as she moved. Puddles merged and pooled around her ass and legs, growing as the minutes passed. Theresa took stock of her changes and felt the tightness rising around her firm, chubby shoulders. Her panties pinched and Theresa mentally kicked herself for not getting rid of them sooner.

Suddenly, she heard a noise as the flap of the tent flipped up. Heavy footfalls walked around the bowl and back and forth across the tent around the crates. Someone was looking for something, but she couldn't assume it was Nick! She imagined some poor vendor coming across her insanely changed body and what would happen- security, cameras, crowds… Theresa but her lip and realized the juice dripping from her tits was making a loud wet tapping now and turned her head to see a familiar older man with jet-black, thin hair peeking up over the edge of the bowl. "Nick! You!" Theresa spat, angrily reaching for him.

"Oh… oh boy..." He trailed off meeting her gaze. Scratching his head, he seemed to take a long pause of consideration whether to help her or not. Finally, he spoke up, running his hand to smooth back his hair.

"What... What did you do after you ate the taffy? I assume you ate it based on how much you look like you want to kill me..." He stepped up on one of the crates to help him climb into the bowl.

"Just some fried watermelon! Why didn't you tell me eating something other than that overpriced candy of yours would do this to me!?" Theresa found herself shouting despite the attempted whisper. Nick motioned for Theresa to calm down and stepped inside, sliding down the bowl's walls and stood across from her, keeping his distance as he looked her up and down. Theresa blushed and tried to reach her nipples to cover herself. "What are you doing?"

"You've had a reaction I have never seen before- far beyond anything Mr. Wonka could have anticipated. Did you do anything else?"

Wonka? That- that madman was behind this?! She thought, gritting her teeth and blushing a deep pink across the pale freckles on her light green face. "Do?! I ate some stupid candy and you're acting like I went out of my way to have you people mess with me again-"

"Again?" The man lowered his eyes, giving Theresa a discerning look.

Nick tapped his forehead. "Wait a minute, I remember you. You're the uh- cream filling incident- Theresa, aren't you?"

She was beet-red now, verging on tears as she felt her body shift suddenly, the flesh on her legs and ass losing grip on the wet floor and she helped as she slid towards the middle of the bowl, staring up at the tent, the floor made a loud squeak as her thick ass meat drifted to a stop and her panties finally popped along the sem on her hip. She laid there, fuming in silence as she felt her body slowly growing faster, filling and spreading with a quiet sloshing and gurgling, her flesh softly creaking like a watermelon rind as it stretched. Her nipples were puffy and brighter pink as they continued to erupt little rivulets of juice.

"You… have to fix me, Nick… I can't threaten you and I don't have much money. This needs to stop!" She begged him weakly, her cheeks now puffing with juiciness as well.

Nick scratched his head again and sighed the sigh of a man who didn't have good news. "Because we have no idea what kind of mutations the first… experiment did to you, I can't really fix what's happening to you, young lady. I'm sorry. All I can do is relieve the pressure to keep you comfortable until it fully runs its course- which could take the whole day with how the fried junk you ate tends to sit on the gut."

Defeated by the news, Theresa simply throws her arms up and lets them fall on her tight belly. The drumming sound it makes is indistinguishable from a fruit's. She looks down and sees nothing but a wall of green tits, only dwarfed by the curve of her belly peeking above her impossibly large mounds.

"Fine. Just know that I didn't sign or will sign any NDA or contract for eating that taffy and I'm suing the shit out of Wonka and I'll win this time for sure." She glared at Nick but the man paid her little mind, finding his footing before hopping out of the bowl.

"I'll be right back with the juicer, Miss Cline. Don't go nowhere."

The green woman rolled her eyes and laid there quietly for a while in a puddle of her own juices. She looked down at the thin juice flooding filling the bowl and hated how the smell still made her mouth water. She wanted to believe she'd lost her appetite, but the smell just kept reminding her of how amazing the fried watermelon was- so gooey and warm and crunchy and sweet and-

Theresa caught herself drooling and tried to stay focused, thinking of how she should best approach a lawsuit, all-the-while her body continued to swell, rounding out further until her bottom seemed to start engulfing her stubby, thick legs. Her arms were forced out away from her as her shoulders, back, and sides were all slowly surging with watermelon, becoming engulfed as well. She could only lay there trapped by her own weight and wait as the watermelon flesh continued to make her body swell and tighten, forcing more juice from her nipples. She hated to admit to herself how good it felt to release even the smallest bit of pressure. Theresa fell into a fantasy, imagining a lover's strong hands massaging out all the juice, squeezing and maybe having a taste-

Theresa blushed bright red and shook that thought from her head before she heard a truck outside come to a stop and park. From her little bowl prison, she listened as a heavy piece- several pieces of heavy equipment was unloaded from the lift-gate and brought around to the hidden side of the bowl.

"Okay. I'm gonna help you get this stuff on and I'll stay out of your hair while it works, Miss Cline. I gotta think of what to tell Mr. Wonka when I get back to the factory and report this." The man carefully laid the pumps and tubes down the walls of the bowl and once it was all loaded inside, entered and got to work.

Theresa waited semi-patiently, wiggling her foot as Nick attached two large silicone carriages with tubes to her breasts. Running the tubes out over the walls, he plugged them into a pump and turned on the machine. Starting with a soft pinch, the carriages suctioned to her firm breast and began to work on her plump red nipples. Nick brought around a third carriage, but this one had a large assembly attached and the man disappeared around her belly. Theresa took a moment to wonder what he was doing until she felt his fingers apply a warm, slick lubrication to her nethers and the stained, soaked panties were removed. "Y-you don't need to do that, I'm sure just juicing my boobs will be enough, right?" She felt a firm, rubber phallus press into her incredibly tight, melon-flesh pussy and began to slowly pump into her.

Nick cleared his throat. "You don't wanna know what happens if we don't get enough of this stuff out of you. Eventually, you won't be able to stretch bigger and… it's messy. This ain't dignified, but it'll keep you out of a hospital. Oh, one more thing."

Nick took an apple from his jumpsuit pocket and shined it on his chest pocket. "I, uh, think you should let me put this in your mouth. It'll help suppress the sound of any, uh… sounds the machines may elicit." Theresa was too exhausted to fight him and a part of her welcomed the gag. The last thing she wanted was a crowd around the bowl watching her melon-body getting the juice fucked out by a bunch of robot tentacles. She opened wide and let Nick shove the apple between her lips, her teeth digging deep. She gave him a dirty look for being so rough and grunted. With a weary wave of his hand, she could tell he barely apologized and climbed out of the bowl.

The phallus thrusted gently and deeply inside her over and over, slowly vibrating and massaging her skin to relax and it made it easier for the pump to begin drawing out juice from her nethers. Soon, she could feel all the pumps working in tandem, slurping and sucking juice out of her, but not quite as fast as she could produce it. Theresa still felt her body growing, tightening, filling, but she could at least be thankful it had slowed down some. The woman was mostly worried about the odd slushy gurgling inside that kept reminding her of watermelon flesh- she couldn’t believe a human body just turns into a fruit, right?!

She could hear a small commotion building outside. Sounds of a squeaky metal table being set up and some equipment being hefted onto it. She drifted in and out of listening, enjoying the pulsing running through her body and the slow relief it provided. She felt warm and started to relax. The juicers sucked and tugged gently on her nipples while Theresa watched lazily, feeling the apple juices mix with her own watermelon-y saliva. She didn't think anything of it at first, but after a few minutes, the apple flavor started to grow more intense. It tingled her tongue, it was so apple-y! Her eyes went wide as she realized Nick's mistake- the taffy must still be affecting her!

Theresa tried to spit it out, her plump cheeks and the fruit's flesh shoved deep into her teeth made it impossible. She groaned, trying to move her arms, but they were still immobilized, outstretched and enveloped by green flesh. The green woman started to panic, feeling the warmth grow more intense down her throat, through her chest and down into her belly. Her stomach churned and she could feel the growth begin to outpace the juicers. She could only lay there and watch as her breasts began to throb, swelling larger and the green stripes staining and mixing with red flesh like an apple's!

Her belly made a loud churning gurgle and Theresa moaned as her body started to release more juice. The pumps drowned any noise she could make as she tried to stop the apple from continuing her changes. She caught sight of her body around and beyond her bust, rounding out further and lifting her up off the floor as she grew. She couldn't stop it, there was nothing she could do until Nick came back to check on her, but she could still hear the faint sounds outside, wondering just what the hell Nick was doing. Why wasn't he making sure she was ok?!

She felt herself quickly swelling back bigger than before the pumps, her body now groaning heavily with warm juice. The pumps did their best to keep up and drained more and more but the juice began to leak out around the cups and run down her body, slowly filling the bowl around Theresa. In just a few minutes, the puddle was becoming a pool and the pump thrusting between her legs quickened its pace. Her inner thighs were sticky with juice and Theresa hardly hold back the drool as she was fucked by the perverse machines. In a matter of moments, she realized she had grown into an almost spherical green and red striped monstrosity, gushing juice from the massive, firm mounds jutting up from where she used to have a torso. Her arms and legs were gone, sucked into her body with just the tips of her fingers and toes exposed, wiggling and clenching in vain.

Theresa heard the bowl start to creak under her massive weight and hoped to any god listening that she didn't break the bowl. The pumps sputtered loudly as they drew more and more juice and it suddenly dawned on Theresa that all this juice had to be going somewhere and how the hell was Nick storing what was likely already many gallons of juice?

She didn't have to wait long for the answer, as Nick soon quietly slinked back in the tent behind the crates. As he approached, she could hear him grumpling with confusion. "Don't see how her production is increasing, but I've got the situation under control… yes, free samples…"

As soon as Nick stepped up over the rim of the bowl, he gaped, eyes wide. "... I'll call you back." Theresa laid in ankle-deep juice, glaring at him with her mouth dribbling juicy drool around the apple, finally soft enough to bite through. She spat the apple and the bit pieces out in his direction. "You made a mistake, Nick."

"How?... Jesus, the taffy is more temperamental than we thought." He scratched his head and kept looking at her gigantic round body.

"How are you gonna fix this?" Theresa asked with quiet rage, while suppressing her reaction to the sensations from the juicing pumps.

"I- I don't know. The apple couldn't be doing that much to you, unless your DNA really did get scrambled that time…" Nick grumbled, scratching his chin.

"Solutions, Nick!" Theresa trembled she was so angry. With a solemn nod, Nick looked down and around himself on the ground outside the bowl. "I'll be right back, really! Just a minute, I promise!"

He scurried off and Theresa huffed, waiting for him to leave to relax and allow herself to cum. She didn't want to, but it would be worse to do it in front of others uncontrollably, she thought. It took just a few seconds. She imagined an ex she still talked to occasionally. Holding her, caressing her… Theresa felt it rush through her body, hitting slow at first and then rising into a powerful, full-body tremor. She stifled the first moan, but the second slipped out, louder and shaky as the juice around her sloshed in the bowl. It felt so weirdly… good as a berry, or whatever she was. The waves of pleasure rolled back and forth through all of her body making the next orgasm come quicker than the last, so easy to just relax and let it happen over and over. The young woman felt her eyelids growing heavy and tried to fight for only a few moments until she passed out.

Theresa drifted in and out, feeling the warm liquid around her sloshing while the pumps massaged the only parts of her body not stiff like a watermelon rind. While Theresa slept, Nick returned for just a moment to check on her growth. He let out a deep sigh upon seeing the young woman turned giant fruit finally leveling out in size. The red apple-like skin had spread across her belly while the rest of her stayed green with thick dark green stripes. Nick was glad she didn't get much larger. Theresa was nearly as round as the bowl and just under the rim in the height of her belly. He attached a hose to the drain and released the several gallons worth of juice that was sitting in the bowl around her into a container.

Nearly a thousand customers had gotten to taste Theresa's delicious juice without any side effects or spread of her strange malady. He was relieved but needed to find a way to transport her to the factory for processing without rolling her around in front of anybody. He checked his phone a few more times while watching the juice drain. When the texts from Wonka finally came, he nearly jumped out of his skin with each notification.

<Truck will be there 15 minutes

Load her up discreetly

Got a spot at factory ready to extract

Need her to agree not to sue

Will settle $$$$

Call me when you are on way>

Nick scratched his bald spot and paced around inside the tent. He needed to figure this out quickly. He grabbed a pile of loosely folded tarps and a few tent panels and got to work disguising the bowl.

A commotion shook Theresa awake inside the bowl. A tarp was pulled over the lip of the bowl and she could only see a thin stream of fluorescent light from outside.

She had been moved? How long was she out?

Disoriented, Theresa weakly called out for help. All she could hear was what sounded like a forklift honking as it drove around. She stopped moving and the bowl was set down. After a few moments, the tarp was stripped from the bowl and light flooded the bowl and blinded Theresa. Cold, rough hands detached the pumps and hoses she'd been hooked up to, but the phallus was left in place, still buzzing. She laid there, immobile and confused as very slowly, she felt the bowl start to tip over. The errant juice ran down her body and out of the bowl before she felt her sticky body begin to slide

"Wait, don't- wait wait wait-!"

Theresa's flesh suddenly slipped free from the bowl and began rolling head over heels out into the factory. She could hardly flich as the ground rose up to meet her head, she felt her "neck" sink down as she rolled over it several times before coming to a stop. Her insides squirmed heavily, still laden with hundreds of pounds of juice. Dizzy, Theresa groaned and tried to get her bearings looking around. The area around her was open and the floor was a glossy purple. She realized her body was already dripping as a thin puddle was already forming around her.

"Wha- where?" She weakly tried to crane her sunken head and look around. The factory machinery all around Theresa whirred loudly with a rhythmic pulsing. It smelled familiar here and it only took another moment to realize where she was. She looked ahead at a contraption like a massive round harness and dozens of robotic arms with big gloves hands above a wide grated drain in the floor... The "juicing" station. She recalled her time in there years ago, where they put her after she was inflated with a self-whipping cream Wonka was developing. That mad bastard. Was he still running things here? Still abusing kids with his experiment?

From her left side, she heard footsteps and the click of a cane approaching. With an aged, but cheerful voice, the man she remembered from her youth spoke.

"Ms. Cline! Welcome back!"

He appeared, dressed in a violet suit with mustard pinstripes, wielding a simple wooden cane. He bowed his head slightly as Theresa met his bright eyes.

"It's been so very long, Theresa. We missed you."