All I Think About Is Melons

Then it started to spread. Your sweatpants felt snug on your thighs and butt. I had suggested you strip down to avoid completely losing these clothes, but you weren't going to give up the feeling of outgrowing them. Your thighs pushed your feet apart, the stumbling motion sending you into a sloshy wobble as you righted yourself, properly round now. You could feel your arms pushing away from your body… no your body was pushing them away.

The seams on your shirt strained, then started to rip. Your skin was pleasantly tight and tingly in all the juiciest spots. They didn't advertise on the warning label how turned on you'd feel, it was like the juice was making every part of you feel sensitive and engorged. Without thinking, you reached up and held your aching chest, feeling a wet spot forming on your shirt where you'd pressed your nipple, letting a little juice out… reminding yourself that you had to be more careful, you didn't want to lose a drop.

Your torso was already near-spherical, your arms resting at your round sides, your hips and lower body starting to round even more after sliding your sweatpants lower. The sound of your shirt tearing on both sides came just as a surge of growth had your shoulders starting to dip into the curvature of your rounding chest. Everything was tight and full and perfect. You chewed harder, like you were juicing the gum for all it could give you.

And you kept growing. Your balance was off, all the juice wobbling and making you start to sway on your splayed feet. Your elbows sank into the juicy balloon of your body, your thighs following as your arms and legs continued to be stretched outward. Your heart leapt as you felt yourself fall, but you didn't fall so much as… roll. Landing with your crotch perfectly against the ground, the wet weight of your body gently grinding on you as your face slowly tipped towards the floor, the last of your shredded clothes falling away.

Your tongue was too swollen to talk, but you could chew. My hands against your juicy, berry skin felt overstimulating to the point of moaning. You were a five-foot berry, perfectly spherical with your head, hands, and feet poking out from the plump surface. The sensation of being rolled, gently, feeling the leak of juice coming from your swollen groin and nipples subside as you tried to calm your breathing and chew more. Watching the ceiling getting a little closer with every bite. Feeling your body starting to brush the furniture.

"Babe, you're… um… getting a little big," I said, barely visible as your head started to sink into a divot of your growing body. It felt too good to stop. Your body was so full and round and juicy. You felt the pressure as you began pushing against the ceiling of the room, the soft surface of the couch rolling you away from it, against the other wall. I was calling for you to stop, but you were chewed, your swollen tongue barely giving you any room to move your mouth. The pressure felt incredible. Inside, all the juice against your skin. Outside, your skin against everything else. Unable to move, barely able to flex your purple, swollen fingers.

When the gum finally lost its flavor, you'd swollen into an eight-foot overripe berry, trails of juice dribbling from your nipples, mouth, and crotch. You knew I'd juice you. Tell you that you'd gone too far for your first time. You could feel my hands already scaling the curves of your body, searching to find any of the most sensitive parts of you that would start releasing the pressure…