Termater
"Fine.. It's not like I have a choice," you point to the tomato. Err. Tomato-thing.
You take a bite of the fruit. While you are weary of what may happen, at least it dosn't taste bad.
As you consume it, you become aware of some tightening of your undergarments. You take the last bite and look down. Your pants are stretched to the limit and still growing.
Seams tear and a tail escapes from your spine. Then another. And another. You now have two larger tails, and a bunch of small thin ones.
You now have an enormous hole in your overtaxed pants. Then, you start to feel full nauseous.
With a gurgle, your stomach pushes your shirt up, finally ruining all lower clothing. It is a pale green. Not good.
"What did it do to me?" You squeak. "No idea, dear. You are the first one to try it," The gardener had retreated to another area of the garden. That isn't good either.
The weight of your growing stomach makes you wobble. It blushes to pink around your belly button. Your shirt is now around your ribs. It looks like you've swallowed a beach ball.
Your 'tails' sprout leaves and flowers. Your growth accelerates. It forces you to the ground.
You cannot reach your, now erased, belly button, and it's color has deepened to an attractive mulberry purple. The rest of your body stays green.
Your legs and feet lengthen and become clawed and strong.
Your stomach has stopped it's takeover of the area. It is the size of a medicine ball and a bluish purple, like the 'tomato' you ate. Boy you regret that. The changes almost stop.
You ease your weight onto your new legs, squishing your stretched belly. They support you, but just barely.
You glare at the gardener, whipping your tails. "Answers," you demand, taking a laborious step towards her hiding place.
You can feel your innards shifting, but you ignore the unsettling feeling. Your teeth sharpen. You don't care. All that matters right now is that you have to get them to talk.
"I-I-I t-told you no one had tried it yet!" She warbled, clearly unnerved by being assaulted by you. "The seeds in it were untested!"
Forget mad, you were furious. Even as your ears pulled to points and your back sprouted branches, you make your way towards her. Right up until a seed came out of your mouth.
It was large, dark green, and smooth. It also surprises you enough to make you trip.
You land hard. Your hands can't reach the grond to catch yourself. Another seed forces its way out of you and you whimper in discomfort. Your skin turns a cinnamon brown, toughening to protect you.
The gardener, despite being the object of your attack, seems to take pity on you and finds something to lever you upright. You are sobbing, intterupted by the seeds.
She pats one of the two big branches sprouting from your back. "Do you need some water?" She asks. You nod shakily, no longer angry at her. It's her job, you shouldn't blame her for it. You can still question her judgement, but she seems not to really like the part of her job that did this to you. Maybe you can forgive her.
Written by Blueberries on 04 May 2016
