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(Sorry for a long waiting. This story is best so far) Jerry was an ordinary nineteen-year-old guy who hated gym class and any physical activities. He was about to change in the locker room because he had to run a two-kilometer race with the school. He knew his muscles would hurt for weeks after he finished running. He wanted to skip the class, but he had a lack of grades and didn't want to be disqualified. So, he ended up in the boys' locker room. Everyone was changing and looking forward to it. Only Jerry was unhappy. "Ha, at least I have better grades than you," he said to himself. Exactly at that moment, a reality shift occurred. No one knew how it happened or where it came from (not even the author). However, it intertwined two worlds. Everyone exchanged bodies and minds with someone from another reality and became them. Jerry saw chaos unfolding around him in the locker room, and the boys were pointing at something with fear. One of the boys started growing ears on his head

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Patient 073: Diana

Patient 073: David Cutter (Diana) Current experiment: none Caucasian Male, transitioning to female Weight: 180 lbs Height: 6'2" Hair: Red Eyes: Green Age: 27 Potential experiments: Dryad Hidden desire: To "procreate" themselves Major turn on: breeding fetish, wants to produce something Enrollment status: enrolled for a masters in biology. Full ride, student job tending gardens. Notes: in a rare case, this student came to me. They have seen my other experiments around campus and said they were willing to undergo any experiments I wished as long as I also provided them gender confirmation procedures as well. After informing them that is already something covered by the campus for free, they still wished to volunteer saying "I've seen how many women you turn into breeders, and I want something like that, I want to be pregnant, or something like that. You'd find a way" so I took the challenge. It had been a semester and a half since my gender confirmation procedures were finished. Morgana said I needed to have that time to appreciate my body before she changed it even more. I truly did. Morgana had made me shapely without a single implant. An hourglass body, I showed off in bright beautiful sundresses covered in freckles. I was tan from spending most of my hours working the gardens, my happy place. High heels clacking on the stones told me of Morganas approach. She had no trouble on the cobblestone paths, and even her white latex uniform was as pristine as ever. I stood and smiled at the woman. She literally stopped to smell my roses. The black ones she had specifically asked about. "They smell wonderful" a genuine smile on her face. As she produced a pair of vials I felt a deep excitement grow. She was ready to do some drastic experiment on me, one I had asked for. She also produced a metallic device that looked like a scarab in the other hand. "First things first, turn around, lift your hair" I did as commanded and was rewarded with pain at the base of my neck. I let out a little yelp, enjoying just how feminine it sounded. The vials were pressed against my scarab, then I felt my blood run hot as the concoction spread through me. Radiating from my neck, my skin began to turn a pale green. I held my hands up, watching as despite the change my freckles still stayed, just as darker green spots. Without thinking I removed my shoes, the soil felt wonderful beneath my feet. The sun on my skin felt like an energy drink. I felt the cool water rush over me as Morgana started to spray me with a hose. My skin was absorbing it, it tasted delicious. Suddenly my sun dress felt like an encumbrance. After removing it, feeling the sun on my whole body, the water, it all just felt right. Another vial was placed at my neck, this one caused a warmth in my abdomen. I watched as my body shifted even more. Moving from an athletic hourglass to a shapely, plump, motherly body. My breasts ballooned and felt hot, a bit of pudge around my middle, wider hips. Another vial "an accelerate" Morgana said. My stomach, my womb, started to grow tight and round. As I cautiously placed a hand on it, on me, I felt myself growing. It was a bliss I never thought I'd know. Hot tears of joy dropped from my eyes as the expanse stopped. Morgana placed a hand on me, my stomach, dropping the hose at my feet. "It's a watermelon. You can decide when you drop it, and how big you can get" she looked me in the eyes and simply said "concentrate". So, I did. Bigger, I simply thought hard about being bigger. The water at my feet, I was drinking it through my skin. I could feel my body taking it in, shifting the water, the sun, and turning it into nutrients. Slowly, the weight in my womb grew. Larger and larger, I felt the stream of water at my feet, it wasn't enough. I willed the thing to me, and before I knew it what felt like another limb grasped the hose. It was a vine stretching from my lower back. Without thinking, I shoved the hose end up my ass. With the tap directly in me, I could will the watermelon even bigger. I half expected Morgana to stop me, she simply watched with glee as my stomach grew beyond what should be possible. The weight was too much, my knees buckled and fell into the soil. My stomach, bigger than a yoga ball and still growing sat between my knees. "Think about release now" the order shifting my brain. How was I going to release this, do I try and birth it? It might be too much. Then half instinct, half idea, my stomach began to open like a Venus fly trap. The massive watermelon was deposited onto the ground, then the fly trap closed. "Careful with that one, not only can it release your womb, or can catch for your stomach" the idea sending a shiver down my spine. Morgana handed me a pamphlet, then left. Opening it I realized it went over what my new body could do. Patient 073: Diana Cutter Current experiment: Dryad Caucasian female Weight: 323 lbs without a fruit Height: 6'6" Notes: Subject has taken to her new form well. Two unforseen effects have caused the subject to balloon in weight. Her fat cells double as chlorophyll, and the more surface area she has the more energy she can take in, resulting in larger and sweeter fruit. Along with that, the more mass she has, the more vines she can make. Because of the patients desire to make larger and sweeter fruit they have been actively trying to gain weight. They are both more and less sedentary at the same time now. Their primary body now sets in a greenhouse at the center of the gardens, with their vines reaching out to tend to the gardens. The hose end had been replaced with a butt plug that sat permanently in place now. Bent forward over a stomach full of the largest pumpkin I've built yet gave Mark prefect access to my pussy. Mark was tall, but still shorter than me, Mexican and well built with short cropped black hair and brown eyes. My fat ass clapped as he fucked me. He was one of the gardeners, a pollination expert, and since I could take care of the grounds as a whole on my own, that left Mark and Lisa to take care of me. Lisa was hand feeding me handmade cupcakes. The botanist was short and thick with dark skin. Her fat showing off a love of baking with no one else but herself to enjoy it. Apparently she had been a closeted feeder and having someone wanting to get fat off her cooking had awoken something in her. Mark shouted with ecstacy as one of my vines eased into his ass to massage his prostate. He practically exploded into me, my vines didn't let him go, insted the one in his prostate released a form of natural viagra as well as an energy booster. I could keep him fucking me for hours. We loved it, taking a deep breath before starting to drive at me once again. Lisa was writhing in front of me, one of my vines had wriggled its way into her pussy, which only seemed to make her shove food into me at a faster rate. Getting every one of my holes filled, again and again, it was a deep pleasure I'd never thought I'd get to experience. We had found out I had a rather rapid digestive system and could be nearly constantly fed. The one time Lisa had actually maxed my capacity involved shoving a second hose in my mouth at full blast. While it had filled me, it barely added any weight. Now she'd finish off about every feeding shoving a hose in my face purely because she loved the sort of double belly I'd get, a higher one full of food and water, a lower one with some giant fruit or vegetable. Afterward when I dropped the plant I'd also still have this cute bloated belly. The orgies would usually last about an hour, ending when Mark was spent and Lisa was out of food. Today though, as Lisa prepared the after meal hose, there was what looked like a pair of large plastic balls beneath the phallic hose end. Before I could even crack a joke she forced the thing past my lips. The water tasted different, sweeter but with a mineral aftertaste. Lisa read my quizzical expression. "So I hate that the water just makes you bloated. This is the first experimental supplement, a mix of sugar and minerals" she patted the ball sack. I felt Mark pass out onto my back, it happened every time and he'd be out for about an hour. My mind went to one place, grow. The pumpkin in me kept growing at the same rate, Insted my tits started to fill. Confusion and arousal fought for dominance, Lisa tipped the scales by sucking a nipple. As the pleasure roared through me I felt her drawing something out, drinking from me. "Maple syrup" she said as she came up for breath. She ran to one of the storage bays, returning with a pair of tree taps. There was no protest as she began to penatrate an engorged nipple. Before I knew it I was leaking syrup out of each tit. The drain was slow, steady and constant. By the time the balls of nutrients were drained, I was at capacity. She had done math. Lisa slowly eased the hose out of my mouth. I took a deep breath and thought "release" willing my stomach to open. It revealed a massive pumpkin, bright orange and ripe. As I eased off the beast my vines caught Mark waking up. The three of us stood around the thing, my stomach now "just" the size of a yoga ball. "That's a new record" Lisa began "what's your plan to break it?" Patient 073: Diana Cutter Current experiment: Dryad Caucasian female Weight: 567 lbs without a fruit Height: 7'2" Notes: subject has grown exponentially since Lisa began adding nutrients to her water. The hose up their ass is now always connected to a vat. The excessive sugars have also allowed them to bear fruit along with Maple Syrup tits. Subject produces fruits and veggies with a higher nutritional value than normal. I never fully slept anymore. There was kind of a half awake awareness of my roots at all times. It was the dead of night, and I was aware of two things, a couple of freshman fucking under an oak tree, and a third watching them. My body didn't really stand anymore, my legs had become a pair of treetrunks rooted to the ground, almost a skirt of vines around them full of bushels of strawberries, but it didn't hide the firehose up my ass. If I really wanted to I could move, but mostly I'd just spread them for Mark. More or less I shifted more upright, more aware. As I stretched awake all my fruit shuddered. Around my neck I had a lions main of vines, what was now my hair. Avocados grew there, fat and ripe. My hands rested on my stomach, full of water, but an empty womb. Without even thinking smaller vines began to pluck the fruit from me, storing and refrigerating it for later. The third individual, the one watching, began to run at the two under the old oak. I shifted my awareness to the oak. Beneath the tree was a pair of men, nervous yet exploring each other. The third was a woman, anger seething from her as she approached with a knife. That wouldn't do. In an instant she was wrapped in vines, gaged by an apple, and silent. I spoke to her through a flower. "What's your reasoning?" She was scared now "speak and I'll hear you through the gag" and so she did. She spun an angry tale about how she was doing God's work, killing not only the dirty gays but that one of them was also a dirty Trans gay. Oh that just wouldn't do. As my vines began to pull her through the brush to my greenhouse I ran through the student database. Turned out this girl had been kicked out for assaulting a student. Once I knew Morgana wouldn't care what happened to her, I knew what I wanted to try on this girl. As my vines pulled her closer my stomach, my womb, opened up before closing tight around this girl. Each of her holes was soon penentrated, and I began to pump her full of hormones and chemicals. Despite not being able to see her, I could feel her changing, squirming. Why did it feel so good, to have her struggling so hard while in me. One of my vines grabbed my favorite vibrator, while another turned up the water pressure. She struggled as I was fucking myself, the additional movement felt amazing. My stomach began to bloat further, her changes making her fatter. The weight felt amazing. It wasn't long before her struggling, mixed with my toys, drove me over the edge. As I climaxed, I released the girl. Her skin was now dark blue, and she was fucking fat. My vines still held her face, in fact they had expanded, making a green mask over her mouth. Not only that my vines ran across her body in elaborate green Shibari. As she dangled my vines attached to the roof, she was still part of me, but hung of like the blueberry she was. Now for the real treat. I thought about storing in her, and our bodies reacted. As her body began to fill with juice I could feel it like it was my own body. The tightness, the pleasure, I was loving it. See wasn't. She'd learn too. Morgana entered my green house while the first lights of morning were spreading warmth along my body. There were no questions at first, just observations. The blueberry was round and tight. All the extra weight in had put on her was to allow her skin to stretch so round. She didn't lose her shape though, the juice had made her stomach, tits, and ass turgid to the touch. I went about my morning routine as Morgana was checking her tablet. A moan escaped not only my lips but my berry's lips as Morgana began to suck her tit. I felt the rush of juice from her, my, tit. "How's it taste" I asked. Morgana responded by taking several more gulps. She then teased the berry's pussy and asshole, both leaking the same juice. "Oh this is perfect" she said. Her fingers went wild on her tablet. Before I knew what was happening the room was filled with robotic drones. I felt two penentrate the berry ass and pussy, the juice being vacuumed up at the same moment two attached to her tits. "We've got work to do" Patient 073: Diana Cutter Current experiment: Dryad Caucasian female Weight: 874 lbs without a fruit Height: 10'3" Notes: the subjects ability to turn people into fruit is beyond expectations. The bridge she builds with their nerves systems allows not only full control but a sharing of sensations. Subject takes great pleasure in having her now six different fruit fucked and juiced. Subject is often in a haze of orgasmic pleasure having multiple climaxed across multiple bodies almost one after the other. Not only that her nutritional intake has increased immensely. Every bit of spare surface area is covered in her leaves to get as much sun as possible. The rectal hose is pumping out the equivalent of a fire hose at all times. Lisa now has a dedicated team whose entire job is feeding Diana. Subject has been asking for another potential fruit, I have told her no unless we get a volunteer, it's hard enough to purchase people from death row. The twins, Lemon and Lime, were climaxing together. A bliss that spread through the two of them, a climax we all shared. In the moments between, my new permanent baseline of pleasure never ending, I took a moment to check in with each fruit. The twins of course were doing well, having just gotten off. They were bound back to back, their fat bodies pressed together, generic hour glasses, the yellow and green complementary. Next to them the watermelon was bound. Think heavy vines holding up a woman who stored almost all her juice in her massive stomach, stretch marks across the green skin matching the textures outside a watermelon. The pear was of course pear shaped, storing her juice mostly in her ass and thighs. Opposite her was the Strawberry, all top-heavy with massive tits. They were my symphony of pleasure, each eternally hooked up to juicing machines fucking all their holes, their mouths eternally silenced by my attached vines. I could tell they were still in there, each one was aware of what was happening to them as an individual. The blueberry never stopped squirming, she couldn't believe what I had done to her. Sometimes I'd turn off her juicers and fill her, just to feel her squirming. All my fruit had various ideas about their predicaments, but they didn't matter. They all belonged to me, my playthings. Heat began to build, the watermelon was close to climax. As it washed over me, us, and we shared her climax. I was vaugly aware I had been eating. My vines bringing sweets to my maw, as for a moment I was aware of just me. Watermelons growing in me like grapes on a bushel, my tits tapped and leaking sap, and a pair of interns adding more sweets to my table, an athletic guy and a rather fat young woman. My body was thick enough now that I no longer had to bend forward while making a record breaking peice of produce. I eyed an intern, she was already fat, and snagging a few treats. I could turn her into an orange so easy. No, no I had a different idea. A vine lightly tapped her on the shoulder, she jumped, her body jiggling. "Tell me, have you tried any of the juices yet?" The intern sheepishly shook her head no. She was trying to stay calm. "Which one would you like to?" My question froze her. Slowly, she pointed at the pear. Before she could react I had a vine in her mouth, and it started to spew the pear juice into her. The interns surprise quickly turned to arousal. Called it. As her stomach ballooned with the juice I could see the other intern getting hard. All I did was point it out, and before I knew it she was bent forward and he was balls deep. I found out later he, Bill, took the assignment beside he had a crush on her, Monica, and she took it hoping to get a taste of me. The blueberry climaxing brought me back into my world of pleasure. I lost myself again, climax after climax rolling through my fruits. It was so easy to lose time with them, to lose myself to the world of pleasure I had built. When Lisa came in I brought myself back to reality. It had been three days, time ment so little now. "So, you made Monica fat?" Mock anger in her voice. My smile was warm. "I thought you'd be excited about that?" My vines now rested at her ankles. Lisa looked down at them, then back to me. "I need to bring my wife in" she muttered. One of my eyebrows raised. Asking all about her fattening me up. "She's always fine with my fattening up others. Keeps her mobile" was all Lisa said. I shrugged. "Offers on the table" as a rose bloomed on a vine. She plucked the peace offering, then held up one of her own, a hose. Egarly, I took it between my lips and let it explode. Mineral rich mixed with pure cane sugar. Maybe insted of a berry I'd make a sugar cane. No idea how that would work. Lisa shoved another hose into my pussy. With every hole being filled it didn't take long for me to bloat again. Grow was all that went through my mind. My berries squirmed as they grew larger, my womb ballooned with more melons. "Sure you don't want to join in?" My question was leveled right at Lisa's tits, I was holding the hose like a cigarette, allowing it to spray forth onto my massive body. Lisa squirmed, she liked the idea, then abruptly left. Time fell away again. The berry's squirmed more, they didn't like getting forced bigger. Didn't stop me though. How long had it been since I had last punished the blueberry? Long enough I decided. The bushel of Watermelons was easily in the hundreds as I dropped all the ripe fruit. All of the blueberries juicers were replaced with the stoppers, except for her asshole. Blueberries screams were muffled as my vines shoved the first melon up her ass. I got to feel all her pleasure, and left all her pain to herself. Melon after melon was shoved into her, as I focused on making her grow as well. My sweet Blueberry, her body was straining so hard against the vines holding her. Watching as her body grew against her restraints, her dark blue skin turning purple where her skin was straining and filling with juice. The normally perfectly round stomach began to grow lumpy as the watermelons strained for space. As the last watermelon was forced into her, I lifted her to me, her pussy to my face, ripe, plump, and leaking around her stopper. Without bothering to turn it off I pulled the hose from my mouth and shoved it up the blueberries ass before giving her tender lips a taste. See tasted amazing, sweet with a sight bitter aftertaste. Drinking from her was like eating out my own pussy, but with the added reward of juice. The only thing that crossed my mind was more as I deeply drank the two of us to climax. This one felt different as it started. I opened my mind to everything the blueberry was feeling. Her entire body was on fire, the pain of being stretched so much mixed with the only relief coming from her pussy. It was fear, pressure, pleasure and pain all at once. I opened myself up to all my berries at once. While focusing on the blueberry I had been pumpingthem all even fuller without thinking, they all felt the same pleasure, pain, and fear. It was marvelous, addictive, I needed more. Every pump was soon replaced with stoppers as I called for Mark. When he came in he saw me bent forward, tretrunk legs wide and beckoning him in. My berries were around my head like a halo, my face buried in the strawberries pussy. Mark removed the hose in my pussy, gathered the third out of the blueberry, and took his time fitting all three into my asshole. I gave him hand holds with my vines. He used them to drive himself deep. As one of my vines went up his ass Mark drove himself even deeper. The natural viagra keeping him hard as a diamond. Fucking, I had needed him here fucking me. Pleasure overwhelmed me as my body went into an autopilot. My own stomach was ballooning outward, resting on the floor beneath me, a mix of juice and water. Despite drinking from them the berries were all still growing. I alone wasn't enough, but that fear of popping was intoxicating. It didn't take much for Mark to fuck me into my own climax, and I didn't let him stop. None of this stopped for hours. It wasn't until no matter how much I pumped into Mark he was flaccid and asleep on my back. After one last painful mouthful of watermelon, I moved all my fruit before me. My own stomach was huge beneath me, a water bed bigger than a California king, I couldn't bring myself upright. The fruits were in worse condition. Discolored, overripe, and in pain. As I replaced the juicers a wave of release crossed them all. I removed two of the hoses in my ass, and left the third one on a trickle. My body washed into the near sleep that I get. Lisa returned, a woman with her, guess she'd decided to take me up on the offer.

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