Nice Melons

My name is Kairi Minako, and I probally have a school record for most enemies. I normally ignored it since I thought no one would come after me. I was wrong because I was ambushed and knocked out.

I awoken to find my head throbbing, unable to move my arms and legs...I squint my eyes against the glare, trying to focus. I look down, see myself tied spread eagle on the hard ground, stakes driven deep. My clothes look like I've been in a struggle, but I feel no bruises or cuts. Just a hole in my panties where my anus is.

A shadow crosses over me as my captor walks around me slowly, smiling as he exacts his revenge. He kneels between my spread legs...my mind races, sure he is going to violate me. His hand reaches between my legs, I feel his fingers reach up my skirt, making me blush hotly at the indignities...and he does violate me, but not as I expected. I cry out still, unable to help myself as you feel something rough pushed up my anus. I writhe, trying to fight back but he pushes it in more and more.

After enduring endless moments of having...something...pushed inside of me, my head falls back to the dusty ground, sweat soaking my school uniform.  The sun beats down mercilessly as, task complete he stands and crosses out of my vision. I move my head from side to side, trying to get a grasp of my bearings. I also try to move my hips and buttocks, try to dislodge whatever it is inside of me, but it is firmly in place, It might have even pushed it further inside me. The grinding of my hips is exhausting after a while, and I collapse back to the packed earth, panting.

The day drags on...sun glaring across my body...baking my already-tanned flesh.  Over the course of the day I call out until I'm hoarse, I whimper and cry. It is not until the sun finally, agonizingly dips below the horizon that sweet relief finally comes. The temperature drops, slowly at first then noticeably...clouds form and a sudden rain begins to fall.  Fat, warm drops of water slap down on the dusty ground, soaking into it. I open my mouth to the heavens, letting it fill with pure water.  Parched after an entire day roasting in the sun, I swallow mouthful after mouthful, taking my fill and more.  Even after I reach your limit, I continue to drink, my stomach stretching, heavy with fluid.  Engorged, I look down in the dim light to see my belly swollen and bloated with water...it hurts, and I feel sick, but I couldn't help myself. Slowly I close myr eyes and drift off into an uneasy sleep.

Some time later, I awaken to a sharp pain in my belly. I look down, see my stomach noticeably fuller than before, more swollen and rounded. I realize with a gasp that what was...is...shoved inside of me is a hybrid watermelon vine. Crossed with the characteristics of Chinese bamboo, it was designed to bear fruit in just a fraction of the time.  All it needed was a good source of water to begin growing, and now, I'm sure, the vine has grown upward into my lower intestine and was even now growing full and heavy at an alarming rate. I spend agonizing hours feeling it slowly move and swell inside of me, stretching my belly by minute fractions. My stomach groans and churns in protest, quietly protesting the torture within its confines.

Morning comes slowly, after exhausting hours of increasing discomfort. As the sun breaches the horizon, my eyes widen at the sight of my belly. My once-flat abdomen now bulges outward, looking three months pregnant or more, much to full and heavy for such a short span of time.  The sun climbs higher and higher, and the temperature rises. Sweat resoaks my clothes once again, then quickly dries as the heat becomes too much for even my body to keep up with. Pain, exhaustion and dehydration push me into a delerium as I fall in and out of coherency.

I awaken again as the sun begins to set and the temperature begins to drop.  Again, clouds form and heavy drops of water strike the earth. I try desperately not to drink...knowing any and all water is going to make the fruit ripen and my belly swell even more.  But my mouth is parched and my throat is so dry and hoarse. My wetted lips part, and sweet water begins to fill my mouth like necter...unable to restrain myself, I begin to drink again, swallowing mouthful after mouthful.  All around me, the ground grows damp as it too drinks, feeding the watermelon vine from its roots.  Even as I continue to quench my thirst, I feel the plant in my belly shift and move again, growing heavier, larger, rounder...sucking up all available moisture. Through clenched teeth, breathing ragged, I see my belly visibly bulge with each forced breath...each time my breathing raises and lowers, my abdomen almost looks like it sticks out a little further as I grow rounder and fatter and heavier. Against my will, my throat swallows reflexively until the rain finally abates, leaving me more bloated than I ever thought possible. I am unable to sleep, except for brief moments when I slip in and out of consciousness. The remainder of the time you are fixated by the silohuette of the slowly building dome of my belly, feeling my insides stretch and move and fill.

As you writhe in increasing agony, my own belly feeling like an overinflated balloon, my wrists and ankles pull at the restraints. Even as swollen and heavy as I am, I feel the stakes move in the soggy ground, giving bit by bit.  Looking back and forth at my wrists, I redouble my efforts, even as I continue to feel the oversized fruit ripen and bloom.  By the time the sun breaks the horizon, I collapse, utterly exhausted, looking down at the belly of a woman full term with twins, obscenely engorged, skin taut and shiny.  The ground begins to dry under the sun's harsh rays, hardening the earth around the stakes and trapping me again for the time being.  All I can do it look at the incredible bulging bloated belly that, only 40 hours before, was the flat, toned midsection of a dancer.

I awoke in my bed in a cold sweat. My nightgown soaked in sweat. I decide it was just a nightmare and drift back to sleep.