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WARNING: Contains explicit material of a fetishy nature. If female tf and expansion aren't your bag, then best to steer clear of this one.

Brandon couldn't believe how well the date was going, especially since, only a few hours ago, he wasn't even sure if it had been a date. But here he was, holding hands with the girl he'd had his eyes on for weeks, and he couldn't be happier.

For her part, Jane was similarly reeling, head giddy with excitement, though she did her best to keep herself from breaking into an ear-to-ear grin. Took the dummy long enough to make his move, she thought to herself. Any longer and I would have had to ask him out myself.

Brandon had first met Jane when he had shown up for work at the coffee shop one morning and saw that he'd be in charge of one of the new hires, that she'd be shadowing him for the day. He hadn't thought much of that at first – after all, they always got new employees during the busier seasons and he had seen plenty come and go. But when his manager had introduced him to Jane, Brandon was dumbstruck by the cute girl in front of him with the blonde hair and killer smile. He spent the whole day doing his best to look like he knew what he was talking about as he guided her around the small store. But really he couldn't stop thinking about how pretty this girl was, how never before had his shadow been so damn attractive.

“These,” he said, gesturing to a cabinet behind the counter, “are the, um, cups. We use them to, uh, you know, to hold coffee.”

“Oh do you now?” said Jane, a small grin spreading to her lips.

“Uh, well not just coffee,” he continued as he picked up a cup and examined it, avoiding her gaze. “Teas, water. Most liquids, really.”

“Fascinating.”

“Um, right. You probably know what a cup is.” He placed the cup down awkwardly. “Um, here is our frother. We use it to, um-” He trailed off, unable to think straight, the only words he could conjure in his head being this is a disaster over and over again.

“Froth things?” she offered.

“Right. That.”

It went on like that for a while, until Jane's shift ended after a few hours. As she left, Brandon waved her goodbye, then made a silent vow never to open his mouth in front of a pretty girl ever again. Well, if it's any consolation, there's no WAY that a girl that attractive is single, he reasoned. So it's not like I had a shot to ruin in the first place, right?

Of course, what Brandon didn't realize was that Jane had been too busy admiring him to mind his awkwardness. If anything, it only made him seem cuter in her opinion. By the time her first shift was over, she was sold. She hated to admit it, but Jane kind of felt like she was in high school all over again, getting the schoolgirl crush on the “cute boy in class.”

They grew closer over the weeks (Brandon's vow of silence had lasted a whole six-and-a-half minutes), often joking behind the counter or spending their lunch breaks together in the food court. It got to the point where, when one of them would start a shift, they'd immediately check the daily schedule to see if the other person was working that day. And whenever they saw the other person's name, they'd smile to themselves.

Eventually, though, the busy season ended, and suddenly the coffee shop no longer needed as many employees. Jane was still on her probationary period, so when the managers looked for people to let go, she unfortunately didn't make the cut. When Brandon found out, he was devastated, but a fire was lit under his ass and on her last day at the shop he mustered up all the courage he had and, voice trembling, asked her if she wanted to go to the mall and see a movie with him.

And Jane said yes.

Both of them left that night feeling like they were floating three inches above the earth, but also nervous. They had so many questions. Was this a date? Should they dress nicely? Bring a gift? What if the other person just wanted to be friends?

Their anxiety didn't abate by the time Saturday rolled around. Both of them found themselves too nervous to concentrate on the film in front of them as they sat in the dark movie theatre staring straight ahead, not daring to turn to the other person. By the time the movie ended they left in a daze, not quite sure what they had watched (it had been a comedy, maybe? At a frat or something?). Still, they didn't want the date to end, so they wandered around the mall, trying to figure out if they were on a date.

They went from shop to shop, admiring the animals in the pet shop, looking at the overpriced shirts at the clothing store, playing with the nerf guns in the Toys R' Us. The longer they spent together, the more courageous Brandon was feeling, until finally, as they were staring at a huge 3D tv in an electronics store, he leaned in and kissed her.

And Jane kissed him back. For a long while.

They eventually pulled themselves apart, both breathing heavily, both of them ready to place this date squarely in the “success” column.

Now here they were, walking hand in hand, wanting the date to go on forever. But it was getting late, and the mall was getting ready to close.

Jane turned to Brandon. She bit her lip.

“Looks like we're about to get kicked out,” she said.

He nodded, frowning. From the look on his face Jane could tell he was as reluctant to end the night as she was. She hunched her shoulders up. Okay, she thought to herself. Here goes...

“Do you maybe want to head over to my place?”

Brandon's eyes went wide, as if he was a kid who had won a tour of a candy factory.

“Relax,” she said, giving a coy smile. “We're operating under first date rules. That means first base. Second if things are going well, but that's not a guarantee.” Oh hell, I'll probably let you steal third, but there's no way I'm telling you that now.

Brandon didn't need a second to think about it. He nodded. “Sounds reasonable to me.”

They made their way back to her apartment, still holding hands, still giddy. As Jane fished out her keys, she turned to her date.

“Now, just to warn you, my room-mate is a little... um, eccentric. He's like super smart, but he's pretty awkward around people and just spends all his time either at work or cooped up in his room.”

“He sounds fun,” Brandon said with a grin. “What does he do in there?”

“No idea,” she replied. “Masturbates, probably.”

“Now he really sounds fun.”

She giggled, then opened the door, revealing a spacious living room that connected to the kitchen. In the living room, a leather couch faced a huge plasma TV.

“Whoah,” Brandon said, taking in the apartment. He knew that living in the city, even in a crappy apartment, wasn't cheap. But this place was huge. “How do an ex-barista and a recluse afford to live in a place like this?”

Jane took Brandon's coat and threw it, along with her own, onto the back of the leather couch.

“Well, this is technically Xavier's apartment, and he rents it to me for cheap. I guess he's just glad for the company. As for how Xavier can afford it, I heard he got this government grant for some kind of research he's doing.”

“What kind of research?”

“No clue,” Jane said, approaching Brandon and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Hi,” she said. She leaned in for another kiss.

As amazing as their first kiss in the mall had been, this one was even better, if that were possible. Though they were still nervous, there was a confidence this time around, a knowledge that their feeling for the other person was mutual. Plus there was the added benefit of being away from public eyes. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, their hands pressed against each other's backs, and the two of them stumbled, step by step, still locked together, towards the couch, when-

GURGLE.

The sound came from between them. Jane's stomach, to be precise. Though Jane didn't want to pull away, she was so embarrassed by the sound coming from her that she couldn't help but giggle. The act caused Brandon to giggle as well, and the two came up for air.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Um, starving actually,” she admitted. “I haven't eaten all day.” She put her hands on her hips and shot him a mock-accusatory glare. “I would have had something, but someone said they didn't feel like going to the food court.”

“Hey, don't look at me. I was full from the popcorn!” he said with a shrug. Still smiling, he added, “It's not my fault if you didn't want any.” He straightened. “Anyways, I'm not that hungry yet but if you want we can go grab you something?”

“Hmm? Oh, no, that's fine,” she said, making her way to the fridge. “I'll just grab something here. It was Xavier's turn to get groceries so he should probably have-” She opened the fridge and frowned. “Oh, son of a bitch.”

“Empty?”

“Pretty much, except for...” she reached into the fridge and pulled something out. “...this.”

In her hand she held a peach. Well, it looked like one, at least. It was about three times the size of any peach that Brandon had ever seen. It looked so full and ripe and inviting, like it was a prop to be used in some ad campaign, rather than actual food. Attached to it was a small note. Jane frowned as she read it.

“'Xavier's peach. Do not eat'.” she read, then tore off the note. “Oh, son of a- XAVIER!” She called out his name as she walked down the hall towards a closed door. She pounded on it as she continued to call out. “Are you in there? You forgot to do the groceries!” There was no reply. She stormed back towards the kitchen. “Well screw him. I'm eating his peach.”

“Won't he get mad?” Brandon asked.

“He might, but that's too bad for him. And hey, it's better than me starving to death.” She held the huge fruit in both hands, stared down at it. She seemed to hesitate for a second.

“Is there something wrong?” Jane looked up at Brandon's voice, frowning.

“No, it's... the peach is kind of... it's nothing.” She waved away whatever concerns she had and leaned her head forward and took her first bite of the peach in her hands.

The moment her teeth sank into its soft surface, juice cascaded from the fruit in an unexpected torrent. She pulled away with a mouthful of peach, juice dribbling from her chin. A bit of it even stained her white blouse. Her eyes were wide in surprise.

“Holy fuck,” she said as she swallowed, wiping her chin with the back of one hand. “This peach is amazing. It's way juicier than I thought!”

“I can see that,” Brandon said with a grin, amused at the stain on his date's blouse.

“Seriously, I've never had anything like it. Where the hell did Xavier get this?” She licked her lips, sucked the juice from her fingers. “I don't even like peaches very much. I'm more a fan of pickles.”

Brandon raised one eyebrow at that. Was that some sort of innuendo? Jane caught him staring at her and rolled her eyes. “Oh, grow up,” she chided, though she seemed amused. She turned her attention back to the peach in her hand. She licked her lips one more time, then went in for another bite.

This time, she let out a soft moan as her taste buds connected with a second helping. More juice squirted from the fruit, further staining her blouse.

“Oh man, this great,” she said with her mouth stuffed, causing more juice to dribble from her lips and onto her front. A part of her was mortified that she was making such a mess in front of her date, but a much louder part of her didn't care. All that mattered was getting as much of this amazing fruit inside her as humanly possible.

Brandon watched all this, surprised at how messy Jane was being as she ate, but not really minding. In fact, he was kind of charmed at her lack of reservations as she chomped away. Jane had struck him as the kind of girl who was used to holding herself back, but he was happy to see that he had been mistaken. He watched as she leaned over the counter, moaning and slurping with each bite. There was something almost alluring about the way she rolled her eyes back in pleasure as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful. The way the peach juice glistened as it dripped against her tanned skin...

He frowned. Tan? Since when did Jane have a tan? He could have sworn that her skin had always been pale. But here she was, with an orange hue to her features. Maybe she had had it for a while and he was just forgetting things? Maybe it was the lighting in this room?

Jane, meanwhile, didn't seem notice any change, taking bite after bite of that huge juicy peach, causing even more juice to spill all over her shirt, which was drenched at this point. The white of the blouse was almost completely stained orange, and seemed to Brandon to be straining against Jane's breasts and midsection. Brandon frowned at that too. Okay, I would DEFINITELY have noticed how tight her shirt was as soon as I saw it. There was no way this was a trick of the light, either. Either Jane's shirt was shrinking, or...

“Uh, Jane?” Brandon called out. Upon hearing her name, Jane looked up from her meal mid-bite, her mouth full of peach pulp. There was a dreamy expression on her face. Brandon was alarmed to note that her tan seemed almost artificial, like those girls who went to professional bronzing parlours. “Uh, are you feeling okay?”

When Jane heard Brandon ask her that, the question seemed vaguely absurd. “Am I feeling okay?” I'm feeling so much better than okay, now that I have this yummy treat all to myself. She let out a giggle that, unlike her past bouts of laughter that day, seemed to stretch on and on until she forgot what she was laughing about. When she finished laughing, she blinked her eyes at her date, who was staring back at her, a look of confusion on his face. Um, why is he looking at me like that? She unconsciously readjusted her blouse, which was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable. He looks like he's worried. Awww, that's cute. He's cute. Cute like a peach, ha ha. Mmm, that reminds me!

Jane took another bite of the peach, almost half of it still in her hands, moaning contentedly as she felt the satisfying flavour run down her throat, felt it fill her being, felt it tickle every nerve in her body. She gasped and gave a small shudder. She had never felt anything like this before in her life! She glanced back at Brandon, and through the light fog of satisfaction settling over her mind, she noticed that he still looked worried.

“Relaaaax” she cooed. “I feel sooo good, Brandon.” She reached down and readjusted her shirt a second time. Hmm, must have shrunk in the wash. Ha ha, that's silly. She giggled again, then refocused her attention on the man before her. “For serious. This issa best peach ever!”

Brandon's frown deepened. Jane's voice had taken on a slight slur. Is... is she drunk? Was that peach laced with anything? No, there's no drug of I've ever heard of that could do... well, this. Trying to understand what he was seeing, he looked at Jane, whose skin no longer appeared to be a tan, but was instead a bright orange. Every time Jane had adjusted her top, a bit more of her belly had peeked through the growing gap between shirt bottom and pants line. Jane had never exactly been stick-thin to begin with, but Brandon was sure her belly had never looked this bloated before. It stuck out from beneath her shirt and wobbled slightly with each bite she took, reminding Brandon of orange jello. Her arms were similarly chubbier, and even her face seemed to have rounded slightly, cheeks giving a slight jiggle as she chewed.

He moved his mouth wordlessly, paralyzed by the sheer bizarre nature of what was happening as his date happily munched away, eyes closed in bliss. Slurred speech... skin changing colour... her body swelling... Oh my god, she's having an allergic reaction!

Spurred to action by the sudden ability to make sense of what he saw, he rushed forward, snatched the peach from Jane's slack hands. “Jane! Don't have another bite!”

Suddenly denied her favouritest treat in the whole wide world, Jane let out a moan of frustration. What? No! She opened her eyes and blinked stupidly at her empty hands. My peach! Where'd it go!? I waaant it! She looked up, saw her sweet prize held in Brandon's hands. He looked scared, but that didn't matter to her. All that mattered was filling herself full of sweet peach bliss.

“Gimme my peach!” she shouted. She took a shaky step forward, but her body felt sluggish. Heavy. For his part, Brandon hopped backwards, away from Jane's groping hands.

“Jane, no!” he said with as much force as he could manage. “Listen to me! You're having an allergic reaction. We need to get you to a doctor.”

Jane hesitated at his words, tried to focus through the haze. Doctor? Like... for sick people? But I don't feel sick. I feel totally... she glanced down at her shirt, and let out a small yelp.

Her whole body looked absolutely bloated! She saw her fat belly peeking out from under her juice-stained blouse, which was itself straining to contain her fattening tits. Buttons held for dear life against fabric, though it was a losing battle. Though she couldn't see beyond her belly, her hips and thighs (which were never that small to begin with) felt horribly constricted in too-tight jeans. What's more, her skin – every inch of her that she could see - was a bright orange! I'm orange! Like a pumpkin or... or a peach. Mmmm, so tasty. She shook her head. No, Jane. Focus! She looked up at Brandon.

“Whass happenin' to me?” she asked, worry replacing her previously blissful features.

Brandon ignored her slurring voice. “I think you're having an allergic reaction. We need to call an ambulance right away. How are you feeling?”

Jane frowned, massaging her belly with one hand. It felt so sensitive to the touch.

“Feel... funny...” she answered. She did the same with her other hand. “Whole body... feelsh... funny.” She continued to rub and massage her orange dome of a stomach. She could feel a pressure all over her body as the peach juice flowed within her. Feel so full. Full of yummy tasty peach juice. Want more... but not enough space! Too full! Her whole body felt uncomfortable, like she had eaten way too much. The pressure was worst in her stomach, but she could feel it everywhere. Still, massaging her belly helped. She let out a soft moan as she continued to rub and prod her quivering midsection.

Brandon watched her bright orange stomach jiggle and shake as her hands kneaded the soft flesh. There was something almost alluring about the way her belly shook, like staring at the waves of the ocean. However, he was jolted to alertness when he realized that Jane's belly was still swelling as she rubbed. Not just her belly, in fact. Her whole body appeared to be plumping up!

As her delicate fingers trailed the orange surface of her belly, they seemed to thicken with juice, each digit swelling to the size of small sausages. Her arms were ballooning to resemble much larger sausages, growing turgid before Brandon's eyes. The sleeves or her blouse dug painfully into her arms, though it looked like her shirt had worse problems to worry about.

Above the massive jiggling dome of her belly, Jane's once-white blouse was being stretched to its limit by her plumping breasts, which pushed forward inch by inch, causing the gaps between the shirt's buttons to stretch to either side of her, revealing yet more orange flesh. Brandon realized with a start that the shirt would not be long of this world.

Below, her hips and thighs didn't appear to have exploded outwards with the same growth as her top, but Brandon suspected that that was due to her jeans doing a better job holding back the tide of orange flesh. Still, by how tight it looked on the growing orange woman, coupled with the growing look of discomfort on her face, the woman's jeans were absolutely stuffed with growing flesh. In fact, as Brandon watched, the first small tears began to form along the seams of her pants, revealing... yep, more orange.

But perhaps most alarming to Brandon was Jane's face – her beautiful features that he had fallen for, now a bright orange, and plumping before his eyes. She still looked beautiful to him as her cheeks began to puff out slightly, her lips plumpening, her whole face rounding out. She looked at him above full cheeks and fattened lips, her eyes wide with confusion and fear.

“Bwandon... feel sho funny...”

At her words, Brandon was jolted to action. He leapt over her leather couch and ran to the phone hanging from the kitchen wall. He dialled 911. After a few heartbeats, a woman's voice came on the other line.

“Hello, this is 911. What is your emergency?”

“Hi. Listen. It's my friend. She ate a peach and is having some sort of allergic reaction.”

When the voice on the other end responded, it sounded calm. Professional. “Understood, we're going to send paramedics over to your address right away. Just hold on tight.” Brandon found her confident tone reassured him somewhat. They'll take care of this. Everything will be okay. “In the meantime,” the voice continued, “can you tell me anything about the nature of the reaction? What sort of symptoms is she displaying?”

Brandon glanced over at Jane, who was moaning softly as she continued to massage her belly. Her moans were those of fear and discomfort, tinged with something that sounded like pleasure. Her midsection spilled over the waistline of her pants in one of the most pronounced muffin tops that Brandon had ever seen. A button pinged off from the top of her blouse, shooting across the room, exposing Jane's growing orange cleavage. Below, a tear was forming along the seat of her jeans, revealing what looked to be lacy black panties. Brandon gaped at the growing girl. Did she wear those for me? He stared at Jane for another moment before remembering the task at hand and returned to the phone.

“Um, well,” he began, uncertain about how to explain what he was seeing, “she's swelling up really quickly, and her speech is getting all weird. Kind of slurry. And, and she just couldn't stop eating the peach, like she was addicted to it.” Behind him, several more pings as more buttons popped off Jane's blouse. He heard her gave a satisfied moan. “And, oh yeah. Her skin's turned this really bright orange.”

For a long, long moment, there was silence on the other end. When the woman's voice returned, it no longer sounded confident, but rather shaky with fear. “Please hold,” she whispered. Brandon's blood chilled at the fear in the woman's voice. Suddenly, everything seemed less certain.

After a few seconds, a man's gruff voice came on the other end. “Sir, I'm going to ask a question,” it said, voice dripping with urgency. “Think very carefully. Did she eat the pit?”

“Uh, what?”

“The peach pit, man! Did she swallow it?”

Brandon glanced down at the uneaten remains of the peach still in his hands. He saw, nestled at the centre of the juicy fruit, the brown wrinkled surface of the peach pit. “Uh, no. No. She didn't eat the pit.”

The voice on the other end sighed with relief. “That's good. That's very good.” Brandon frowned, confused at what was happening. “Listen to me, sir. We're sending over a special team right away. They'll know what to do. But in the meantime, it's absolutely imperative that she doesn't eat any more of that peach, and for God's sake, keep the juices flowing! Otherwise we could have bursting!”

“Um, what?” Brandon asked. “Special team? What are you-?” But the man had hung up, leaving Brandon even more confused than ever before. He stared at the phone, trying to make sense of the man's words. Juice flowing? Bursting? What the hell was he talking about?

Brandon's thoughts were interrupted by Jane's moans. He turned around and gasped.

The girl's growth had picked up during his phone call. Jane's orange belly jutted out from her, huge and fat and round, but the rest of her body was catching up. The last button on her blouse had popped off, her now way-too-small shirt hanging from her shoulders, ripped open to reveal fat round breasts that were struggling against a lacy bra that matched her panties.

Below her belly, more and more orange flesh pressed through straining jeans, which were tearing more and more. Hips widened against the fabric, fattened thighs bulged outwards from their narrow confinement, gaining ground bit by bit, until...

With a final loud tearing sound, Jane's poor pants split from her growing body, shreds falling to the floor, allowing her meaty orange thighs to flow freely. They filled the space below her belly, settling in place with a wobble as Jane struggled to keep her balance.

Jane let out a sigh of relief at the destruction of the constricting garments. It felt sooooo much better now that her body was free from her shirt and pants. Still, there was the tightness within that plagued at her, as her body struggled to make room for more juice. Peach juice tastes so yummy, feels so nice filling me up, but too full! She let out a groan through her plumping lips. Whole body swelling... feels so funny! Nice, but not nice. She reached out again to massage her belly, but found that she was having trouble reaching it. Had it grown that much? She looked down, and gasped. Belly is so big! But arms so... short? Her fattening arms had plumped up and seemed to have shortened, sinking into her growing body. Giving a whimper of panic, she frantically tried to reach for as much of her body as possible with her stubby arms. She could barely reach her growing hips, couldn't get them around her huge breasts. What's happening to me? She tried to run, not realizing that her fattening legs had similarly lost their reach, had sunken into her body. She managed two waddling steps, whole body wobbling back and forth, before she pitched forward.

“Aaaah!”

Brandon, watching the whole thing in fear and fascination, quickly ran over to catch his date. He wrapped his arms around her belly just under her belly button and halted her fall. Oof! She was heavier than he would have thought. She's not just swollen, her whole body is full, something sloshing around inside of her. What's more, her body was incredibly soft. Jane gave a moan as Brandon saw his free hand sinking into her pillowy belly. No, not pillowy, he corrected. It's almost like ripened fruit. He looked at her skin. Up closer, he could see that Jane wasn't quite the uniform bright orange he thought she was. Small patches of darker red and lighter yellow were showing up across her body like stretch marks. He looked down at the half-eaten peach still in his hands. The texture almost seemed identical to Jane's skin. Realization settled on Brandon like a bucket of ice water.

“Jane... I... I think you're turning into a peach...” He cringed, knowing how ridiculous it sounded. However, Jane didn't seem to think it ridiculous. As her eyes widened in shock, it was clear she took it very seriously indeed.

“Wha? A.. a peesh!?” she cried. Her pulse quickened. No! I don't wanna be a yummy peach! She rocked from side to side in Brandon's arms, huge body swaying with the motion. As she did, one of her breasts popped out from the lacy cup holding it. It was huge and wobbly, the erect nipple sitting on top a darker shade of orange. But Jane was too preoccupied to notice as she continued to rock. Don't wanna be a peach! Don't wanna feel sweet peach juice inside me... filling me up...every part of my body... head to toe... mmmm... yummy peach juice... pumping me full... making me sweet and yummy... full and round... mmmm... filling my mouth... my titties... making me a perfect.... yummy... peach... Jane's rocking slowed and a pleasant smile creeped to her face as the thought of becoming a peach grew more appealing. She ran stubby fingers over the parts of her body she could reach.

Brandon watched the display, at a loss for words. Okay, not exactly the reaction I was expecting. He glanced over at her exposed breast, not realizing that it had popped free. He was about to quickly look away, but something odd caught his attention.

Small droplets of liquid were starting to dribble out of Jane's nipple, running down the slope of her breast and onto her belly. The liquid was orange. Brandon was able to pretty confidently guess what it was. If she's becoming a peach, then I guess that makes it peach... juice.. oh no.

All of a sudden, the man on the phone's words came rushing back to him with sudden clarity.

“For God's sake, keep the juices flowing! Otherwise we could have bursting!”

BURSTING!? Without a second's hesitation, he let go of her belly, causing her to land with a muffled crash onto her fattened ass. The sudden impact caused Jane to jolt back to the present from her reverie, and she looked up in time to see Brandon reach out with his free hand and yank her bra downward, exposing her other breast.

“Whaaaa... whaayoodooin?” she slurred. She rocked back and forth, trying to stand, but she was just too heavy. She gave a soft whimper of confusion. Brandon didn't bother to explain. There simply wasn't enough time. He grabbed hold of one of her fat tits.

“Sorry!” he hastily yelled, then gave her breast a firm squeeze.

Jane moaned in ecstasy as a torrent of juice squirted out of her nipple. It ran down her belly and puddled on the floor. Oh yes! YES! Feels sooooo good! Her whole body quivered and shook as orgasms rocked her. Her neglected tit burned with need.

“Other one...” she huffed. “Juish th'other one.” Brandon glanced over and nodded. He transfered the half-eaten peach to his other hand, then reached out and grabbed the neglected breast, giving it a good yank.

Jane continued to moan, a small line of peach-tinted drool running from her lips. “Feelsh... feelsh niiiish...” she cooed. Brandon glanced down and noticed that small rivulets of juice were running down her thick orange thighs. Their point of origin appeared to be from her soaked panties, though he couldn't be sure, as she was sitting in a growing puddle that only got deeper as more juice poured from her nipples.

As juice continued to dribble from her body, Jane slowly stroked her body with fat fingers, giggling at the sweet sensation of being juiced. She glanced up at her date, the man who was responsible for easing the pressure inside her. Brandon's so nice to me, she thought to herself. I like him so much! His hands feel so nice on my big peach titties. He seemed so kind... so inviting... and what's more, in his hands... calling out to her...

“Bwandon,” she called softly. He glanced up, looked her in her droopy-lidded eyes. “Come cwoser...”

Brandon hesitated when he saw the hunger in her eyes. I don't know what's happening to her, but she's not thinking straight. But still, he found it hard to resist getting closer to her. She's still so beautiful... even after everything's that's happened. Despite her fattened face, he found himself stirring as she licked her plump lips, looking at him with a deep desire. He took one step closer to her, than another, until their faces were only inches apart. His heart raced as she parted her lips, making way for what Brandon believed to be their third and strangest kiss of the night. “Jane,” he began. “I-”

Before he knew what had happened, Jane snatched the remnants of the peach from his hand with a speed that belied her huge plump body. In the time it took her to bring the fruit to her eager lips, all Brandon could managed was a surprised yelp. By the time he reached out for her, she had shoved the entire thing into her mouth.

“Jane! No!” he cried, remembering the man on the phone's warning. “Spit it out!” But Jane was too absorbed in the delicious food to listen. Her fat round cheeks bulged as she chewed into soft tasty peach pulp. Her mouth was so full that juice spurted from her lips, dribbling against her breasts and belly. Also escaping her lips was a soft moan of pleasure. She rolled her eyes back as she continued to chew. So tasty! Yummy juice feels so good filling me up! Filling me up big and round. Making me a nice big fat tasty peach! As she chewed, her fat hands and toes clenched and unclenched in bliss. She didn't notice her huge body resume its growing, arms and legs fattening as they sank further into her body, back pressing out into a soft slope, her twin butt cheeks ballooning out behind her...

In no time at all, she had stripped the peach pit in her mouth clean of the tasty fruit. She sucked on it, hoping to extract every ounce of flavour from the hard shell. Pit not nice, she thought to herself. Not yummy like rest of peach...

“Jane! Listen to me! You have to spit out the pit!” Brandon cried out, hoping to get through to the addled peach girl. For the first time since she had popped the pit in her mouth, she registered his presence. Spit out pit? O-kay! She tilted her head forward, made to spit out the hard object in her mouth...

...but something was wrong. Her mouth just didn't seem to want to cooperate. The pit just stayed where it was in her mouth. Jane frowned in confusion. Why no spit pit? She made to push her tongue against the intruding object, hoping to force it past uncooperative lips. The moment her tongue pressed against the pit, however, it instead caressed the item's rough surface, drew it deeper into her mouth. Her eyes grew wide behind pudgy cheeks.

“Mmm! Mmm!” she cried in alarm. She again rocked her huge bulk back and forth, splashing in the large puddle of juice underneath her. Why wasn't her body listening to her? Why couldn't she spit out the peach? It was almost as if her body was responding to impulses deeper than her own conscious thoughts, as if it wanted the pit inside her, filling a yearning void that the peach juice – pleasant though it was – just couldn't satisfy. No pit! Pit not yummy! Pit bad! Despite her inner protest, her muscles acted of their own accord, and she felt the pit slide to the back of her throat, began to wriggle its way downward.

Jane's rocking took on a fevered pitch as the felt her throat muscles clench and loosen, easing the passage of the swollen object as she slowly swallowed it. Don't want this, she thought to herself. Not nice. Don't want to be a peach. Want to be a girl. She felt the pit complete its journey, settling in her stomach with a final large gulp!. She felt it resting there inside her, settling as if it had always been a part of her being. Felt the pit work its dark influence on her body, asserting itself as her new core.

Her whole body gave a shudder, and she knew it wouldn't be long before a new wave of changes assaulted her body, more powerful than anything that had occurred previously, more than her body could handle. She looked up to see Brandon staring back at her, the horror on his face in reaction to her own confused fear.

There wasn't much time. She had to say something to him. Tell him... what? Her thoughts had been so muddled... so foggy. She tried to concentrate, focus. Tried to remember words beyond “peach” and “yummy” and “juice”.

“Bwandon,” she managed through puffed cheeks. “I'm... showwy...”

He rushed to her side. “No, don't say that, Jane. This isn't your fault-” but she cut him off, vigorously shaking her head.

“Showwy... I can't be... yow giwfwiend.” The pressure inside her was building, building. “Had... a good date... wif you. Awwaysh wiked you... evuh sinsh we met.” Brandon looked her square in her eyes.

“I've always liked you too, Jane.” He offered her a smile, and she offered a fat smile back. However, that smile soon turned to a look of concern as her body began to tremble.

“Feelsh... sho full...” she muttered, then her body surged outward in all directions. Brandon had to step backwards as her huge orange belly pulsed forward, forcing the peach girl's huge round tits to rise, obscuring her view. Behind her, her back and fat ass cheeks filled up, rounded, snapping the remnants of the poor girl's lacy black bra from her body. She felt herself rolling backwards along the slope of her ass, and with a squeal found herself stuck on her back, her stubby legs and arms flailing around uselessly for purchase. Brandon ran around her huge orange belly, until he stared down at her frightened, fattened face. All along the surface of her huge body, the patches of red and yellow were growing, becoming more distinct and pronounced.

“Hewp mee,” she pleaded through a bloated face. Brandon noticed with panic that her blonde hair had started to turn green. Just like the leaves of a peach, he thought with horror. He urgently reached upwards towards her massive tits. Her body was so fat and bloated that they were nearly out of his reach, but he managed to get both hands around the soft peach flesh. He began to juice her at a feverish pace, sending jets of peach juice into the air and sprinkling down around them. Judging from Jane's satisfied moans, Brandon guessed it was helping, but the peach girl was simply growing too quickly, despite Brandon's best efforts. Eventually, the torrent squirting from her nipples became a mere trickle; she was just too backed up. Brandon watched in defeat as her breasts fattened and sank into her growing body, forcing him to let go, no longer able to grip them.

Without the relief of the juicing, Jane felt the pressure inside her become unbearable. Too much! Too much yummy juice! No room! NO ROOM! She felt her cheeks fatten up even further, forcing her eyes into a squint. If she didn't find release soon, she'd burst, plain and simple. She moaned, trying to get Brandon's attention. He looked at her. She found it was getting very difficult to speak through her fattened cheeks, but she had to get the words out.

“Bwandon...” she moaned. “Need... need to fuck me... in... in my peech pushy...”

Brandon frowned, circling around to look at her straining lace panties. They were sopping wet with peach juice, wedged tightly in the folds of her swollen thighs and pussy. No, I can't... can I? It felt wrong, but Brandon realized that if he didn't do this, who knows what could happen? Besides, he had to admit to himself that he was rock hard at this point, staring at the juicy display between her legs. I can't let her burst. I just can't! Have to get the juice flowing... however I can.

After the briefest moment's hesitation, he nodded to himself, positioned himself between her meaty thighs. He reached out and peeled off what was left of her panties from around her fat orange ankles. Doing so briefly conjured the image of peeling the Del Monte sticker off a piece of fruit in a grocery store, but he quickly banished that comparison from his mind. Setting the panties aside with a wet plop, he stood in front of her gaping opening. It pulsed, soft, orange and inviting, peach juice dribbling against her thighs. He took a final deep breath, unbuckled his pants, and got to work.

Both Jane and Brandon gasped as he entered her. She felt so soft and warm around his member, unlike anything he had felt before, as he slid in to his hilt. He placed his hands on where he guessed her hips were, pounding her harder and harder as she screamed in mindless pleasure.

It's not working. She's growing too fast! It's not enough! Brandon panicked as he saw her continue to fatten before his eyes, his arms being forced upwards against her rounding body. He pounded harder as he saw her fat arms recede into her huge peach body until all that was left were stubby fat hands that twitched and jerked in time with his thrusting. Ditto her thighs on either side of him. He turned frantically to watch them fatten, growing wider and wider until they were completely sunken into her body, small plump feet kicking from her uniform surface. With each thrust, she resembled a peach more and more. Even her hair seemed to be clumping, becoming something closer to leaves and a stem. Brandon saw that the only part of her that was still recognizable was her swollen face, fat cheeks dominating, plump lips dribbling juice, eyes squinted in growing pleasure. Pleasure that was mirrored in Brandon, as the peach girl's snatch pulsed and tightened around him. Pleasure that grew and grew with each deep thrust. Grew... and grew... until...

"Uggggggggh!"

Both Brandon and Jane came simultaneously, though Jane's was no doubt the more forceful of the two. Brandon was rocked back against the opposite wall by a torrent of sweet sticky peach juice. He wiped himself off, careful that none of the juice got into his mouth. Don't know if it will affect me, but I'd rather not find out. He looked up to see his huge and round peach girl gibbering to herself in bliss. He prayed that that had been enough. He didn't know if he was ready for round two... at least not for a few minutes.

All of a sudden, the door was kicked inward, and Brandon turned in shock, barely able to get his pants back up in time. It was the rescue crew, all in light Hazmat suits. They rushed into the room, quickly taking control of the situation.

“Here it is!” one of them shouted, rushing over to Jane. He took out a small flashlight, shone it in each of Jane's eyes. Behind him, others began to circle the huge peach girl. “Holy shit, that peach sure did a number on this one. Judging by the leaves, we're looking at a conversion rate of at least 90%, maybe more.”

One of the crew members – Brandon guessed he was the leader from his red Hazmat outfit – called out from behind them. “Is it in danger of popping?”

When he heard the word “popping,” Brandon's breath caught in his throat.

“Negative,” a female member called. She was standing by the gaping opening that was Jane's vagina. She ran a hand along one of Jane's lips, eliciting a quiver from the peach girl. “Looks like the victim expelled a sufficient amount of fluid to avoid terminal volume. It was a close one, but the peach has stabilized.”

Brandon gave a sigh of relief, and the leader of the crew finally seemed to notice him. He glanced at Brandon, then at the puddle of juice that lay between him and Jane, then at Brandon's open fly. “This your work, son?” he said. “You get all this juice outta her?” Brandon could only manage a small nod.

The leader put his hand on Brandon's shoulder. “It looks like you just may have saved her life.” He turned back towards her crew. “Alright, people! Let's get it loaded up! We need an airlift ASAP.”

“Where are you taking her?” Brandon asked.

“Research facility,” he replied, hand still on Brandon's shoulder. “Don't worry, she'll be in expert hands. Come with us if you like, if you're worried about her.” Brandon nodded, and the crewman turned on his heels and strode towards the rest of his team.

Brandon could only watch as the group took out powerful-looking machinery. For a moment he was worried that they were going to be used on Jane, but he realized that that wasn't the case when they started sawing into the door that led to the balcony, clearing a hole big enough for Jane to pass through.

As he waited for them, he walked over to Jane. She still looked positively lost in a haze of bliss, eyes rolled backwards behind lowered eyelids. Soft moans continued to issue from her lips. Brandon wanted to call out to her, to see how she was feeling, but he didn't want to disturb her from whatever pleasure she seemed lost in. So instead, he simply ran his hands through the leaves that had been her hair, whispering soft reassuring words to her, as he waited for her to be taken to the facility.

* * *

They let Brandon visit Jane a week later, once she was properly “settled in” to her new environment. As he passed through the huge automatic glass doors that led to the main lobby of the research facility, a man in a white lab coat had come up to greet him. Xavier, Brandon recognized from his brief visit the week before. Jane's roommate. Well, ex-roommate.

“Come in, come in!” the man said eagerly. He was tall and thin, and spoke with an accent that Brandon couldn't place. He looked to be in his mid-to-late thirties, and had an excitable, easily distracted air about him. “She's been eager to see you!” He led Brandon to the lobby elevators, pressed the button that led to the bottom floor of the sub-basement.

“Has she started talking, then?” Brandon asked, suddenly hopeful. She hadn't said a word since the crew had arrived.

“Hmm? Oh, no she hasn't,” Xavier replied. “Not beyond the occasional moan and groan, that is. No, I suspect from the degree of conversion she's experienced, human speech is a skill that's sadly no longer in her skill set.”

Brandon's heart fell. “Then how do you know she was eager to see me?”

“Oh, you can just tell these things, when you've been in the business as long as I have.” Brandon wanted to ask him just what the hell kind of “business” he was talking about, but he decided to let it drop. “Besides, she has other ways of communicating. She really is quite bright. Er, for a peach, that is.”

The elevator dinged, and the two entered a long metallic hallway lit by fluorescent bulbs.

“Will she... will she ever be able to return to normal?”

Xavier shook his head. “No, I'm afraid that's very unlikely. The pit inside her has changed her on a molecular level, and there's simply no going back from that. By our scientist's estimates, she's about 90% peach at this point.” Xavier frowned as he saw the look of anguish on Brandon's face. “If it's any consolation, we really are seeing to almost all of her needs. We've been providing her plenty of fresh water, and our artificial sunlight is nearly indistinguishable from the real thing. You should see how content she looks, soaking in the rays, providing nourishment for her body.” He smiled to himself. “I'd say that Subject 1909 is very happy here.”

“Jane.”

“Hmm?”

“Her name's Jane. Not subject whatever-you-said.”

Xavier frowned, but quickly corrected himself. “Right, right. I'm sorry. You'll have to forgive the scientist in me. Jane, of course.” He sighed. “You know, she really was a good roommate. Always paid her bills on time, never left the electricity on. Shame she wasn't quite as good at reading notes, eh? Still, she'll be a tough roommate to replace.”

They got to a huge metal door labeled “1909”. Brandon felt his temper flaring at the way Xavier was talking about her, but he didn't want to start a fight. He breathed slowly, then turned to Xavier.

“You said that ALMOST all of her needs were being seen to. What does that mean?”

But instead of answering, the scientist just winked as he swiped his key card into the reader by the side of the door. “Why don't you go in ahead? And feel free to take all of the time you need. I've put the cameras on standby for the next hour or so.”

Brandon walked through the doors alone while Xavier waited behind. “Just knock when you're done and I'll come get you. If you want, we can probably arrange regular visits,” Xavier shouted, and the door clanged shut.

Brandon found himself in a huge white room, about the size of a gymnasium. In the centre of the floor was a large drain, and directly in front of Brandon... was Jane.

She was just as huge as the last time he saw her, huge and ripe and full. She was nearly indistinguishable from a giant peach, save for small fat vestigial limbs that poked out from her body, fattened facial features that looked out from beneath green leaves, and... Brandon glanced down to the space between her tiny chubby feet, where a small stream of juice was dribbling against the floor. He noticed with alarm that the research institute had tattooed “Subject 1909: Peach” on the surface of her skin just above where her left thigh would have been. He looked up to see that her eyes were closed.

“Um, hi, Jane,” he called out.

Jane's eyelids fluttered open into a squint at his voice. Though unable to speak, her eyes lit up with recognition. The stream of juice below her poured out more steadily from the quivering opening. She gave a soft moan of... happiness?

Brandon walked up to her, affectionately placed a hand on her belly, stroked the huge soft surface. Her body felt fuzzy, small white hairs having sprouted all over her orange, red, and yellow skin. Peach fuzz, he noted dully. Of course.

“Um, everyone at the coffee shop wanted me to tell you that they missed you, even if they don't know the exact details of where you've gone. Samantha says the shop just isn't the same without you, and I... I agree. I, um,” he swallowed, “I really miss you. I don't know if you can understand what I'm saying, but...”

He was interrupted by a soft moan coming from the peach girl in front of him, he looked up into her eyes, and saw that they were full of affection. When he saw that look in her face – god, she's still beautiful, even after all this – suddenly all their problems seemed so small. Insignificant. They had each other, at least.

She continued to gaze at him with that look full of love. But also something else. Longing. Hunger. Desire. He glanced down, saw her quivering pussy.

Suddenly, he understood what Xavier had meant when he had said that ALMOST all of Jane's needs were being met.

Brandon glanced up at the cameras, saw from the unlit indicator on their surface that they had been put on standby. He again made eye contact with Jane, and a small smile slowly crept to his features. As she saw the growing look on his face (as well as the growing bulge in his pants), her whole body seemed to tremble in anticipation and her moans took on a lusty tone.

“I guess this counts as our second date, then?” he asked, slowly unbuttoning his pants.

Her only reply was a fresh jet of juice splashing against the tiled floor.

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WARNING: Contains explicit material of a fetishy nature. If female tf and expansion aren't your bag, then best to steer clear of this one.

Brandon couldn't believe how well the date was going, especially since, only a few hours ago, he wasn't even sure if it had been a date. But here he was, holding hands with the girl he'd had his eyes on for weeks, and he couldn't be happier.

For her part, Jane was similarly reeling, head giddy with excitement, though she did her best to keep herself from breaking into an ear-to-ear grin. Took the dummy long enough to make his move, she thought to herself. Any longer and I would have had to ask him out myself.

Brandon had first met Jane when he had shown up for work at the coffee shop one morning and saw that he'd be in charge of one of the new hires, that she'd be shadowing him for the day. He hadn't thought much of that at first – after all, they always got new employees during the busier seasons and he had seen plenty come and go. But when his manager had introduced him to Jane, Brandon was dumbstruck by the cute girl in front of him with the blonde hair and killer smile. He spent the whole day doing his best to look like he knew what he was talking about as he guided her around the small store. But really he couldn't stop thinking about how pretty this girl was, how never before had his shadow been so damn attractive.

“These,” he said, gesturing to a cabinet behind the counter, “are the, um, cups. We use them to, uh, you know, to hold coffee.”

“Oh do you now?” said Jane, a small grin spreading to her lips.

“Uh, well not just coffee,” he continued as he picked up a cup and examined it, avoiding her gaze. “Teas, water. Most liquids, really.”

“Fascinating.”

“Um, right. You probably know what a cup is.” He placed the cup down awkwardly. “Um, here is our frother. We use it to, um-” He trailed off, unable to think straight, the only words he could conjure in his head being this is a disaster over and over again.

“Froth things?” she offered.

“Right. That.”

It went on like that for a while, until Jane's shift ended after a few hours. As she left, Brandon waved her goodbye, then made a silent vow never to open his mouth in front of a pretty girl ever again. Well, if it's any consolation, there's no WAY that a girl that attractive is single, he reasoned. So it's not like I had a shot to ruin in the first place, right?

Of course, what Brandon didn't realize was that Jane had been too busy admiring him to mind his awkwardness. If anything, it only made him seem cuter in her opinion. By the time her first shift was over, she was sold. She hated to admit it, but Jane kind of felt like she was in high school all over again, getting the schoolgirl crush on the “cute boy in class.”

They grew closer over the weeks (Brandon's vow of silence had lasted a whole six-and-a-half minutes), often joking behind the counter or spending their lunch breaks together in the food court. It got to the point where, when one of them would start a shift, they'd immediately check the daily schedule to see if the other person was working that day. And whenever they saw the other person's name, they'd smile to themselves.

Eventually, though, the busy season ended, and suddenly the coffee shop no longer needed as many employees. Jane was still on her probationary period, so when the managers looked for people to let go, she unfortunately didn't make the cut. When Brandon found out, he was devastated, but a fire was lit under his ass and on her last day at the shop he mustered up all the courage he had and, voice trembling, asked her if she wanted to go to the mall and see a movie with him.

And Jane said yes.

Both of them left that night feeling like they were floating three inches above the earth, but also nervous. They had so many questions. Was this a date? Should they dress nicely? Bring a gift? What if the other person just wanted to be friends?

Their anxiety didn't abate by the time Saturday rolled around. Both of them found themselves too nervous to concentrate on the film in front of them as they sat in the dark movie theatre staring straight ahead, not daring to turn to the other person. By the time the movie ended they left in a daze, not quite sure what they had watched (it had been a comedy, maybe? At a frat or something?). Still, they didn't want the date to end, so they wandered around the mall, trying to figure out if they were on a date.

They went from shop to shop, admiring the animals in the pet shop, looking at the overpriced shirts at the clothing store, playing with the nerf guns in the Toys R' Us. The longer they spent together, the more courageous Brandon was feeling, until finally, as they were staring at a huge 3D tv in an electronics store, he leaned in and kissed her.

And Jane kissed him back. For a long while.

They eventually pulled themselves apart, both breathing heavily, both of them ready to place this date squarely in the “success” column.

Now here they were, walking hand in hand, wanting the date to go on forever. But it was getting late, and the mall was getting ready to close.

Jane turned to Brandon. She bit her lip.

“Looks like we're about to get kicked out,” she said.

He nodded, frowning. From the look on his face Jane could tell he was as reluctant to end the night as she was. She hunched her shoulders up. Okay, she thought to herself. Here goes...

“Do you maybe want to head over to my place?”

Brandon's eyes went wide, as if he was a kid who had won a tour of a candy factory.

“Relax,” she said, giving a coy smile. “We're operating under first date rules. That means first base. Second if things are going well, but that's not a guarantee.” Oh hell, I'll probably let you steal third, but there's no way I'm telling you that now.

Brandon didn't need a second to think about it. He nodded. “Sounds reasonable to me.”

They made their way back to her apartment, still holding hands, still giddy. As Jane fished out her keys, she turned to her date.

“Now, just to warn you, my room-mate is a little... um, eccentric. He's like super smart, but he's pretty awkward around people and just spends all his time either at work or cooped up in his room.”

“He sounds fun,” Brandon said with a grin. “What does he do in there?”

“No idea,” she replied. “Masturbates, probably.”

“Now he really sounds fun.”

She giggled, then opened the door, revealing a spacious living room that connected to the kitchen. In the living room, a leather couch faced a huge plasma TV.

“Whoah,” Brandon said, taking in the apartment. He knew that living in the city, even in a crappy apartment, wasn't cheap. But this place was huge. “How do an ex-barista and a recluse afford to live in a place like this?”

Jane took Brandon's coat and threw it, along with her own, onto the back of the leather couch.

“Well, this is technically Xavier's apartment, and he rents it to me for cheap. I guess he's just glad for the company. As for how Xavier can afford it, I heard he got this government grant for some kind of research he's doing.”

“What kind of research?”

“No clue,” Jane said, approaching Brandon and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Hi,” she said. She leaned in for another kiss.

As amazing as their first kiss in the mall had been, this one was even better, if that were possible. Though they were still nervous, there was a confidence this time around, a knowledge that their feeling for the other person was mutual. Plus there was the added benefit of being away from public eyes. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, their hands pressed against each other's backs, and the two of them stumbled, step by step, still locked together, towards the couch, when-

GURGLE.

The sound came from between them. Jane's stomach, to be precise. Though Jane didn't want to pull away, she was so embarrassed by the sound coming from her that she couldn't help but giggle. The act caused Brandon to giggle as well, and the two came up for air.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Um, starving actually,” she admitted. “I haven't eaten all day.” She put her hands on her hips and shot him a mock-accusatory glare. “I would have had something, but someone said they didn't feel like going to the food court.”

“Hey, don't look at me. I was full from the popcorn!” he said with a shrug. Still smiling, he added, “It's not my fault if you didn't want any.” He straightened. “Anyways, I'm not that hungry yet but if you want we can go grab you something?”

“Hmm? Oh, no, that's fine,” she said, making her way to the fridge. “I'll just grab something here. It was Xavier's turn to get groceries so he should probably have-” She opened the fridge and frowned. “Oh, son of a bitch.”

“Empty?”

“Pretty much, except for...” she reached into the fridge and pulled something out. “...this.”

In her hand she held a peach. Well, it looked like one, at least. It was about three times the size of any peach that Brandon had ever seen. It looked so full and ripe and inviting, like it was a prop to be used in some ad campaign, rather than actual food. Attached to it was a small note. Jane frowned as she read it.

“'Xavier's peach. Do not eat'.” she read, then tore off the note. “Oh, son of a- XAVIER!” She called out his name as she walked down the hall towards a closed door. She pounded on it as she continued to call out. “Are you in there? You forgot to do the groceries!” There was no reply. She stormed back towards the kitchen. “Well screw him. I'm eating his peach.”

“Won't he get mad?” Brandon asked.

“He might, but that's too bad for him. And hey, it's better than me starving to death.” She held the huge fruit in both hands, stared down at it. She seemed to hesitate for a second.

“Is there something wrong?” Jane looked up at Brandon's voice, frowning.

“No, it's... the peach is kind of... it's nothing.” She waved away whatever concerns she had and leaned her head forward and took her first bite of the peach in her hands.

The moment her teeth sank into its soft surface, juice cascaded from the fruit in an unexpected torrent. She pulled away with a mouthful of peach, juice dribbling from her chin. A bit of it even stained her white blouse. Her eyes were wide in surprise.

“Holy fuck,” she said as she swallowed, wiping her chin with the back of one hand. “This peach is amazing. It's way juicier than I thought!”

“I can see that,” Brandon said with a grin, amused at the stain on his date's blouse.

“Seriously, I've never had anything like it. Where the hell did Xavier get this?” She licked her lips, sucked the juice from her fingers. “I don't even like peaches very much. I'm more a fan of pickles.”

Brandon raised one eyebrow at that. Was that some sort of innuendo? Jane caught him staring at her and rolled her eyes. “Oh, grow up,” she chided, though she seemed amused. She turned her attention back to the peach in her hand. She licked her lips one more time, then went in for another bite.

This time, she let out a soft moan as her taste buds connected with a second helping. More juice squirted from the fruit, further staining her blouse.

“Oh man, this great,” she said with her mouth stuffed, causing more juice to dribble from her lips and onto her front. A part of her was mortified that she was making such a mess in front of her date, but a much louder part of her didn't care. All that mattered was getting as much of this amazing fruit inside her as humanly possible.

Brandon watched all this, surprised at how messy Jane was being as she ate, but not really minding. In fact, he was kind of charmed at her lack of reservations as she chomped away. Jane had struck him as the kind of girl who was used to holding herself back, but he was happy to see that he had been mistaken. He watched as she leaned over the counter, moaning and slurping with each bite. There was something almost alluring about the way she rolled her eyes back in pleasure as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful. The way the peach juice glistened as it dripped against her tanned skin...

He frowned. Tan? Since when did Jane have a tan? He could have sworn that her skin had always been pale. But here she was, with an orange hue to her features. Maybe she had had it for a while and he was just forgetting things? Maybe it was the lighting in this room?

Jane, meanwhile, didn't seem notice any change, taking bite after bite of that huge juicy peach, causing even more juice to spill all over her shirt, which was drenched at this point. The white of the blouse was almost completely stained orange, and seemed to Brandon to be straining against Jane's breasts and midsection. Brandon frowned at that too. Okay, I would DEFINITELY have noticed how tight her shirt was as soon as I saw it. There was no way this was a trick of the light, either. Either Jane's shirt was shrinking, or...

“Uh, Jane?” Brandon called out. Upon hearing her name, Jane looked up from her meal mid-bite, her mouth full of peach pulp. There was a dreamy expression on her face. Brandon was alarmed to note that her tan seemed almost artificial, like those girls who went to professional bronzing parlours. “Uh, are you feeling okay?”

When Jane heard Brandon ask her that, the question seemed vaguely absurd. “Am I feeling okay?” I'm feeling so much better than okay, now that I have this yummy treat all to myself. She let out a giggle that, unlike her past bouts of laughter that day, seemed to stretch on and on until she forgot what she was laughing about. When she finished laughing, she blinked her eyes at her date, who was staring back at her, a look of confusion on his face. Um, why is he looking at me like that? She unconsciously readjusted her blouse, which was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable. He looks like he's worried. Awww, that's cute. He's cute. Cute like a peach, ha ha. Mmm, that reminds me!

Jane took another bite of the peach, almost half of it still in her hands, moaning contentedly as she felt the satisfying flavour run down her throat, felt it fill her being, felt it tickle every nerve in her body. She gasped and gave a small shudder. She had never felt anything like this before in her life! She glanced back at Brandon, and through the light fog of satisfaction settling over her mind, she noticed that he still looked worried.

“Relaaaax” she cooed. “I feel sooo good, Brandon.” She reached down and readjusted her shirt a second time. Hmm, must have shrunk in the wash. Ha ha, that's silly. She giggled again, then refocused her attention on the man before her. “For serious. This issa best peach ever!”

Brandon's frown deepened. Jane's voice had taken on a slight slur. Is... is she drunk? Was that peach laced with anything? No, there's no drug of I've ever heard of that could do... well, this. Trying to understand what he was seeing, he looked at Jane, whose skin no longer appeared to be a tan, but was instead a bright orange. Every time Jane had adjusted her top, a bit more of her belly had peeked through the growing gap between shirt bottom and pants line. Jane had never exactly been stick-thin to begin with, but Brandon was sure her belly had never looked this bloated before. It stuck out from beneath her shirt and wobbled slightly with each bite she took, reminding Brandon of orange jello. Her arms were similarly chubbier, and even her face seemed to have rounded slightly, cheeks giving a slight jiggle as she chewed.

He moved his mouth wordlessly, paralyzed by the sheer bizarre nature of what was happening as his date happily munched away, eyes closed in bliss. Slurred speech... skin changing colour... her body swelling... Oh my god, she's having an allergic reaction!

Spurred to action by the sudden ability to make sense of what he saw, he rushed forward, snatched the peach from Jane's slack hands. “Jane! Don't have another bite!”

Suddenly denied her favouritest treat in the whole wide world, Jane let out a moan of frustration. What? No! She opened her eyes and blinked stupidly at her empty hands. My peach! Where'd it go!? I waaant it! She looked up, saw her sweet prize held in Brandon's hands. He looked scared, but that didn't matter to her. All that mattered was filling herself full of sweet peach bliss.

“Gimme my peach!” she shouted. She took a shaky step forward, but her body felt sluggish. Heavy. For his part, Brandon hopped backwards, away from Jane's groping hands.

“Jane, no!” he said with as much force as he could manage. “Listen to me! You're having an allergic reaction. We need to get you to a doctor.”

Jane hesitated at his words, tried to focus through the haze. Doctor? Like... for sick people? But I don't feel sick. I feel totally... she glanced down at her shirt, and let out a small yelp.

Her whole body looked absolutely bloated! She saw her fat belly peeking out from under her juice-stained blouse, which was itself straining to contain her fattening tits. Buttons held for dear life against fabric, though it was a losing battle. Though she couldn't see beyond her belly, her hips and thighs (which were never that small to begin with) felt horribly constricted in too-tight jeans. What's more, her skin – every inch of her that she could see - was a bright orange! I'm orange! Like a pumpkin or... or a peach. Mmmm, so tasty. She shook her head. No, Jane. Focus! She looked up at Brandon.

“Whass happenin' to me?” she asked, worry replacing her previously blissful features.

Brandon ignored her slurring voice. “I think you're having an allergic reaction. We need to call an ambulance right away. How are you feeling?”

Jane frowned, massaging her belly with one hand. It felt so sensitive to the touch.

“Feel... funny...” she answered. She did the same with her other hand. “Whole body... feelsh... funny.” She continued to rub and massage her orange dome of a stomach. She could feel a pressure all over her body as the peach juice flowed within her. Feel so full. Full of yummy tasty peach juice. Want more... but not enough space! Too full! Her whole body felt uncomfortable, like she had eaten way too much. The pressure was worst in her stomach, but she could feel it everywhere. Still, massaging her belly helped. She let out a soft moan as she continued to rub and prod her quivering midsection.

Brandon watched her bright orange stomach jiggle and shake as her hands kneaded the soft flesh. There was something almost alluring about the way her belly shook, like staring at the waves of the ocean. However, he was jolted to alertness when he realized that Jane's belly was still swelling as she rubbed. Not just her belly, in fact. Her whole body appeared to be plumping up!

As her delicate fingers trailed the orange surface of her belly, they seemed to thicken with juice, each digit swelling to the size of small sausages. Her arms were ballooning to resemble much larger sausages, growing turgid before Brandon's eyes. The sleeves or her blouse dug painfully into her arms, though it looked like her shirt had worse problems to worry about.

Above the massive jiggling dome of her belly, Jane's once-white blouse was being stretched to its limit by her plumping breasts, which pushed forward inch by inch, causing the gaps between the shirt's buttons to stretch to either side of her, revealing yet more orange flesh. Brandon realized with a start that the shirt would not be long of this world.

Below, her hips and thighs didn't appear to have exploded outwards with the same growth as her top, but Brandon suspected that that was due to her jeans doing a better job holding back the tide of orange flesh. Still, by how tight it looked on the growing orange woman, coupled with the growing look of discomfort on her face, the woman's jeans were absolutely stuffed with growing flesh. In fact, as Brandon watched, the first small tears began to form along the seams of her pants, revealing... yep, more orange.

But perhaps most alarming to Brandon was Jane's face – her beautiful features that he had fallen for, now a bright orange, and plumping before his eyes. She still looked beautiful to him as her cheeks began to puff out slightly, her lips plumpening, her whole face rounding out. She looked at him above full cheeks and fattened lips, her eyes wide with confusion and fear.

“Bwandon... feel sho funny...”

At her words, Brandon was jolted to action. He leapt over her leather couch and ran to the phone hanging from the kitchen wall. He dialled 911. After a few heartbeats, a woman's voice came on the other line.

“Hello, this is 911. What is your emergency?”

“Hi. Listen. It's my friend. She ate a peach and is having some sort of allergic reaction.”

When the voice on the other end responded, it sounded calm. Professional. “Understood, we're going to send paramedics over to your address right away. Just hold on tight.” Brandon found her confident tone reassured him somewhat. They'll take care of this. Everything will be okay. “In the meantime,” the voice continued, “can you tell me anything about the nature of the reaction? What sort of symptoms is she displaying?”

Brandon glanced over at Jane, who was moaning softly as she continued to massage her belly. Her moans were those of fear and discomfort, tinged with something that sounded like pleasure. Her midsection spilled over the waistline of her pants in one of the most pronounced muffin tops that Brandon had ever seen. A button pinged off from the top of her blouse, shooting across the room, exposing Jane's growing orange cleavage. Below, a tear was forming along the seat of her jeans, revealing what looked to be lacy black panties. Brandon gaped at the growing girl. Did she wear those for me? He stared at Jane for another moment before remembering the task at hand and returned to the phone.

“Um, well,” he began, uncertain about how to explain what he was seeing, “she's swelling up really quickly, and her speech is getting all weird. Kind of slurry. And, and she just couldn't stop eating the peach, like she was addicted to it.” Behind him, several more pings as more buttons popped off Jane's blouse. He heard her gave a satisfied moan. “And, oh yeah. Her skin's turned this really bright orange.”

For a long, long moment, there was silence on the other end. When the woman's voice returned, it no longer sounded confident, but rather shaky with fear. “Please hold,” she whispered. Brandon's blood chilled at the fear in the woman's voice. Suddenly, everything seemed less certain.

After a few seconds, a man's gruff voice came on the other end. “Sir, I'm going to ask a question,” it said, voice dripping with urgency. “Think very carefully. Did she eat the pit?”

“Uh, what?”

“The peach pit, man! Did she swallow it?”

Brandon glanced down at the uneaten remains of the peach still in his hands. He saw, nestled at the centre of the juicy fruit, the brown wrinkled surface of the peach pit. “Uh, no. No. She didn't eat the pit.”

The voice on the other end sighed with relief. “That's good. That's very good.” Brandon frowned, confused at what was happening. “Listen to me, sir. We're sending over a special team right away. They'll know what to do. But in the meantime, it's absolutely imperative that she doesn't eat any more of that peach, and for God's sake, keep the juices flowing! Otherwise we could have bursting!”

“Um, what?” Brandon asked. “Special team? What are you-?” But the man had hung up, leaving Brandon even more confused than ever before. He stared at the phone, trying to make sense of the man's words. Juice flowing? Bursting? What the hell was he talking about?

Brandon's thoughts were interrupted by Jane's moans. He turned around and gasped.

The girl's growth had picked up during his phone call. Jane's orange belly jutted out from her, huge and fat and round, but the rest of her body was catching up. The last button on her blouse had popped off, her now way-too-small shirt hanging from her shoulders, ripped open to reveal fat round breasts that were struggling against a lacy bra that matched her panties.

Below her belly, more and more orange flesh pressed through straining jeans, which were tearing more and more. Hips widened against the fabric, fattened thighs bulged outwards from their narrow confinement, gaining ground bit by bit, until...

With a final loud tearing sound, Jane's poor pants split from her growing body, shreds falling to the floor, allowing her meaty orange thighs to flow freely. They filled the space below her belly, settling in place with a wobble as Jane struggled to keep her balance.

Jane let out a sigh of relief at the destruction of the constricting garments. It felt sooooo much better now that her body was free from her shirt and pants. Still, there was the tightness within that plagued at her, as her body struggled to make room for more juice. Peach juice tastes so yummy, feels so nice filling me up, but too full! She let out a groan through her plumping lips. Whole body swelling... feels so funny! Nice, but not nice. She reached out again to massage her belly, but found that she was having trouble reaching it. Had it grown that much? She looked down, and gasped. Belly is so big! But arms so... short? Her fattening arms had plumped up and seemed to have shortened, sinking into her growing body. Giving a whimper of panic, she frantically tried to reach for as much of her body as possible with her stubby arms. She could barely reach her growing hips, couldn't get them around her huge breasts. What's happening to me? She tried to run, not realizing that her fattening legs had similarly lost their reach, had sunken into her body. She managed two waddling steps, whole body wobbling back and forth, before she pitched forward.

“Aaaah!”

Brandon, watching the whole thing in fear and fascination, quickly ran over to catch his date. He wrapped his arms around her belly just under her belly button and halted her fall. Oof! She was heavier than he would have thought. She's not just swollen, her whole body is full, something sloshing around inside of her. What's more, her body was incredibly soft. Jane gave a moan as Brandon saw his free hand sinking into her pillowy belly. No, not pillowy, he corrected. It's almost like ripened fruit. He looked at her skin. Up closer, he could see that Jane wasn't quite the uniform bright orange he thought she was. Small patches of darker red and lighter yellow were showing up across her body like stretch marks. He looked down at the half-eaten peach still in his hands. The texture almost seemed identical to Jane's skin. Realization settled on Brandon like a bucket of ice water.

“Jane... I... I think you're turning into a peach...” He cringed, knowing how ridiculous it sounded. However, Jane didn't seem to think it ridiculous. As her eyes widened in shock, it was clear she took it very seriously indeed.

“Wha? A.. a peesh!?” she cried. Her pulse quickened. No! I don't wanna be a yummy peach! She rocked from side to side in Brandon's arms, huge body swaying with the motion. As she did, one of her breasts popped out from the lacy cup holding it. It was huge and wobbly, the erect nipple sitting on top a darker shade of orange. But Jane was too preoccupied to notice as she continued to rock. Don't wanna be a peach! Don't wanna feel sweet peach juice inside me... filling me up...every part of my body... head to toe... mmmm... yummy peach juice... pumping me full... making me sweet and yummy... full and round... mmmm... filling my mouth... my titties... making me a perfect.... yummy... peach... Jane's rocking slowed and a pleasant smile creeped to her face as the thought of becoming a peach grew more appealing. She ran stubby fingers over the parts of her body she could reach.

Brandon watched the display, at a loss for words. Okay, not exactly the reaction I was expecting. He glanced over at her exposed breast, not realizing that it had popped free. He was about to quickly look away, but something odd caught his attention.

Small droplets of liquid were starting to dribble out of Jane's nipple, running down the slope of her breast and onto her belly. The liquid was orange. Brandon was able to pretty confidently guess what it was. If she's becoming a peach, then I guess that makes it peach... juice.. oh no.

All of a sudden, the man on the phone's words came rushing back to him with sudden clarity.

“For God's sake, keep the juices flowing! Otherwise we could have bursting!”

BURSTING!? Without a second's hesitation, he let go of her belly, causing her to land with a muffled crash onto her fattened ass. The sudden impact caused Jane to jolt back to the present from her reverie, and she looked up in time to see Brandon reach out with his free hand and yank her bra downward, exposing her other breast.

“Whaaaa... whaayoodooin?” she slurred. She rocked back and forth, trying to stand, but she was just too heavy. She gave a soft whimper of confusion. Brandon didn't bother to explain. There simply wasn't enough time. He grabbed hold of one of her fat tits.

“Sorry!” he hastily yelled, then gave her breast a firm squeeze.

Jane moaned in ecstasy as a torrent of juice squirted out of her nipple. It ran down her belly and puddled on the floor. Oh yes! YES! Feels sooooo good! Her whole body quivered and shook as orgasms rocked her. Her neglected tit burned with need.

“Other one...” she huffed. “Juish th'other one.” Brandon glanced over and nodded. He transfered the half-eaten peach to his other hand, then reached out and grabbed the neglected breast, giving it a good yank.

Jane continued to moan, a small line of peach-tinted drool running from her lips. “Feelsh... feelsh niiiish...” she cooed. Brandon glanced down and noticed that small rivulets of juice were running down her thick orange thighs. Their point of origin appeared to be from her soaked panties, though he couldn't be sure, as she was sitting in a growing puddle that only got deeper as more juice poured from her nipples.

As juice continued to dribble from her body, Jane slowly stroked her body with fat fingers, giggling at the sweet sensation of being juiced. She glanced up at her date, the man who was responsible for easing the pressure inside her. Brandon's so nice to me, she thought to herself. I like him so much! His hands feel so nice on my big peach titties. He seemed so kind... so inviting... and what's more, in his hands... calling out to her...

“Bwandon,” she called softly. He glanced up, looked her in her droopy-lidded eyes. “Come cwoser...”

Brandon hesitated when he saw the hunger in her eyes. I don't know what's happening to her, but she's not thinking straight. But still, he found it hard to resist getting closer to her. She's still so beautiful... even after everything's that's happened. Despite her fattened face, he found himself stirring as she licked her plump lips, looking at him with a deep desire. He took one step closer to her, than another, until their faces were only inches apart. His heart raced as she parted her lips, making way for what Brandon believed to be their third and strangest kiss of the night. “Jane,” he began. “I-”

Before he knew what had happened, Jane snatched the remnants of the peach from his hand with a speed that belied her huge plump body. In the time it took her to bring the fruit to her eager lips, all Brandon could managed was a surprised yelp. By the time he reached out for her, she had shoved the entire thing into her mouth.

“Jane! No!” he cried, remembering the man on the phone's warning. “Spit it out!” But Jane was too absorbed in the delicious food to listen. Her fat round cheeks bulged as she chewed into soft tasty peach pulp. Her mouth was so full that juice spurted from her lips, dribbling against her breasts and belly. Also escaping her lips was a soft moan of pleasure. She rolled her eyes back as she continued to chew. So tasty! Yummy juice feels so good filling me up! Filling me up big and round. Making me a nice big fat tasty peach! As she chewed, her fat hands and toes clenched and unclenched in bliss. She didn't notice her huge body resume its growing, arms and legs fattening as they sank further into her body, back pressing out into a soft slope, her twin butt cheeks ballooning out behind her...

In no time at all, she had stripped the peach pit in her mouth clean of the tasty fruit. She sucked on it, hoping to extract every ounce of flavour from the hard shell. Pit not nice, she thought to herself. Not yummy like rest of peach...

“Jane! Listen to me! You have to spit out the pit!” Brandon cried out, hoping to get through to the addled peach girl. For the first time since she had popped the pit in her mouth, she registered his presence. Spit out pit? O-kay! She tilted her head forward, made to spit out the hard object in her mouth...

...but something was wrong. Her mouth just didn't seem to want to cooperate. The pit just stayed where it was in her mouth. Jane frowned in confusion. Why no spit pit? She made to push her tongue against the intruding object, hoping to force it past uncooperative lips. The moment her tongue pressed against the pit, however, it instead caressed the item's rough surface, drew it deeper into her mouth. Her eyes grew wide behind pudgy cheeks.

“Mmm! Mmm!” she cried in alarm. She again rocked her huge bulk back and forth, splashing in the large puddle of juice underneath her. Why wasn't her body listening to her? Why couldn't she spit out the peach? It was almost as if her body was responding to impulses deeper than her own conscious thoughts, as if it wanted the pit inside her, filling a yearning void that the peach juice – pleasant though it was – just couldn't satisfy. No pit! Pit not yummy! Pit bad! Despite her inner protest, her muscles acted of their own accord, and she felt the pit slide to the back of her throat, began to wriggle its way downward.

Jane's rocking took on a fevered pitch as the felt her throat muscles clench and loosen, easing the passage of the swollen object as she slowly swallowed it. Don't want this, she thought to herself. Not nice. Don't want to be a peach. Want to be a girl. She felt the pit complete its journey, settling in her stomach with a final large gulp!. She felt it resting there inside her, settling as if it had always been a part of her being. Felt the pit work its dark influence on her body, asserting itself as her new core.

Her whole body gave a shudder, and she knew it wouldn't be long before a new wave of changes assaulted her body, more powerful than anything that had occurred previously, more than her body could handle. She looked up to see Brandon staring back at her, the horror on his face in reaction to her own confused fear.

There wasn't much time. She had to say something to him. Tell him... what? Her thoughts had been so muddled... so foggy. She tried to concentrate, focus. Tried to remember words beyond “peach” and “yummy” and “juice”.

“Bwandon,” she managed through puffed cheeks. “I'm... showwy...”

He rushed to her side. “No, don't say that, Jane. This isn't your fault-” but she cut him off, vigorously shaking her head.

“Showwy... I can't be... yow giwfwiend.” The pressure inside her was building, building. “Had... a good date... wif you. Awwaysh wiked you... evuh sinsh we met.” Brandon looked her square in her eyes.

“I've always liked you too, Jane.” He offered her a smile, and she offered a fat smile back. However, that smile soon turned to a look of concern as her body began to tremble.

“Feelsh... sho full...” she muttered, then her body surged outward in all directions. Brandon had to step backwards as her huge orange belly pulsed forward, forcing the peach girl's huge round tits to rise, obscuring her view. Behind her, her back and fat ass cheeks filled up, rounded, snapping the remnants of the poor girl's lacy black bra from her body. She felt herself rolling backwards along the slope of her ass, and with a squeal found herself stuck on her back, her stubby legs and arms flailing around uselessly for purchase. Brandon ran around her huge orange belly, until he stared down at her frightened, fattened face. All along the surface of her huge body, the patches of red and yellow were growing, becoming more distinct and pronounced.

“Hewp mee,” she pleaded through a bloated face. Brandon noticed with panic that her blonde hair had started to turn green. Just like the leaves of a peach, he thought with horror. He urgently reached upwards towards her massive tits. Her body was so fat and bloated that they were nearly out of his reach, but he managed to get both hands around the soft peach flesh. He began to juice her at a feverish pace, sending jets of peach juice into the air and sprinkling down around them. Judging from Jane's satisfied moans, Brandon guessed it was helping, but the peach girl was simply growing too quickly, despite Brandon's best efforts. Eventually, the torrent squirting from her nipples became a mere trickle; she was just too backed up. Brandon watched in defeat as her breasts fattened and sank into her growing body, forcing him to let go, no longer able to grip them.

Without the relief of the juicing, Jane felt the pressure inside her become unbearable. Too much! Too much yummy juice! No room! NO ROOM! She felt her cheeks fatten up even further, forcing her eyes into a squint. If she didn't find release soon, she'd burst, plain and simple. She moaned, trying to get Brandon's attention. He looked at her. She found it was getting very difficult to speak through her fattened cheeks, but she had to get the words out.

“Bwandon...” she moaned. “Need... need to fuck me... in... in my peech pushy...”

Brandon frowned, circling around to look at her straining lace panties. They were sopping wet with peach juice, wedged tightly in the folds of her swollen thighs and pussy. No, I can't... can I? It felt wrong, but Brandon realized that if he didn't do this, who knows what could happen? Besides, he had to admit to himself that he was rock hard at this point, staring at the juicy display between her legs. I can't let her burst. I just can't! Have to get the juice flowing... however I can.

After the briefest moment's hesitation, he nodded to himself, positioned himself between her meaty thighs. He reached out and peeled off what was left of her panties from around her fat orange ankles. Doing so briefly conjured the image of peeling the Del Monte sticker off a piece of fruit in a grocery store, but he quickly banished that comparison from his mind. Setting the panties aside with a wet plop, he stood in front of her gaping opening. It pulsed, soft, orange and inviting, peach juice dribbling against her thighs. He took a final deep breath, unbuckled his pants, and got to work.

Both Jane and Brandon gasped as he entered her. She felt so soft and warm around his member, unlike anything he had felt before, as he slid in to his hilt. He placed his hands on where he guessed her hips were, pounding her harder and harder as she screamed in mindless pleasure.

It's not working. She's growing too fast! It's not enough! Brandon panicked as he saw her continue to fatten before his eyes, his arms being forced upwards against her rounding body. He pounded harder as he saw her fat arms recede into her huge peach body until all that was left were stubby fat hands that twitched and jerked in time with his thrusting. Ditto her thighs on either side of him. He turned frantically to watch them fatten, growing wider and wider until they were completely sunken into her body, small plump feet kicking from her uniform surface. With each thrust, she resembled a peach more and more. Even her hair seemed to be clumping, becoming something closer to leaves and a stem. Brandon saw that the only part of her that was still recognizable was her swollen face, fat cheeks dominating, plump lips dribbling juice, eyes squinted in growing pleasure. Pleasure that was mirrored in Brandon, as the peach girl's snatch pulsed and tightened around him. Pleasure that grew and grew with each deep thrust. Grew... and grew... until...

"Uggggggggh!"

Both Brandon and Jane came simultaneously, though Jane's was no doubt the more forceful of the two. Brandon was rocked back against the opposite wall by a torrent of sweet sticky peach juice. He wiped himself off, careful that none of the juice got into his mouth. Don't know if it will affect me, but I'd rather not find out. He looked up to see his huge and round peach girl gibbering to herself in bliss. He prayed that that had been enough. He didn't know if he was ready for round two... at least not for a few minutes.

All of a sudden, the door was kicked inward, and Brandon turned in shock, barely able to get his pants back up in time. It was the rescue crew, all in light Hazmat suits. They rushed into the room, quickly taking control of the situation.

“Here it is!” one of them shouted, rushing over to Jane. He took out a small flashlight, shone it in each of Jane's eyes. Behind him, others began to circle the huge peach girl. “Holy shit, that peach sure did a number on this one. Judging by the leaves, we're looking at a conversion rate of at least 90%, maybe more.”

One of the crew members – Brandon guessed he was the leader from his red Hazmat outfit – called out from behind them. “Is it in danger of popping?”

When he heard the word “popping,” Brandon's breath caught in his throat.

“Negative,” a female member called. She was standing by the gaping opening that was Jane's vagina. She ran a hand along one of Jane's lips, eliciting a quiver from the peach girl. “Looks like the victim expelled a sufficient amount of fluid to avoid terminal volume. It was a close one, but the peach has stabilized.”

Brandon gave a sigh of relief, and the leader of the crew finally seemed to notice him. He glanced at Brandon, then at the puddle of juice that lay between him and Jane, then at Brandon's open fly. “This your work, son?” he said. “You get all this juice outta her?” Brandon could only manage a small nod.

The leader put his hand on Brandon's shoulder. “It looks like you just may have saved her life.” He turned back towards her crew. “Alright, people! Let's get it loaded up! We need an airlift ASAP.”

“Where are you taking her?” Brandon asked.

“Research facility,” he replied, hand still on Brandon's shoulder. “Don't worry, she'll be in expert hands. Come with us if you like, if you're worried about her.” Brandon nodded, and the crewman turned on his heels and strode towards the rest of his team.

Brandon could only watch as the group took out powerful-looking machinery. For a moment he was worried that they were going to be used on Jane, but he realized that that wasn't the case when they started sawing into the door that led to the balcony, clearing a hole big enough for Jane to pass through.

As he waited for them, he walked over to Jane. She still looked positively lost in a haze of bliss, eyes rolled backwards behind lowered eyelids. Soft moans continued to issue from her lips. Brandon wanted to call out to her, to see how she was feeling, but he didn't want to disturb her from whatever pleasure she seemed lost in. So instead, he simply ran his hands through the leaves that had been her hair, whispering soft reassuring words to her, as he waited for her to be taken to the facility.

* * *

They let Brandon visit Jane a week later, once she was properly “settled in” to her new environment. As he passed through the huge automatic glass doors that led to the main lobby of the research facility, a man in a white lab coat had come up to greet him. Xavier, Brandon recognized from his brief visit the week before. Jane's roommate. Well, ex-roommate.

“Come in, come in!” the man said eagerly. He was tall and thin, and spoke with an accent that Brandon couldn't place. He looked to be in his mid-to-late thirties, and had an excitable, easily distracted air about him. “She's been eager to see you!” He led Brandon to the lobby elevators, pressed the button that led to the bottom floor of the sub-basement.

“Has she started talking, then?” Brandon asked, suddenly hopeful. She hadn't said a word since the crew had arrived.

“Hmm? Oh, no she hasn't,” Xavier replied. “Not beyond the occasional moan and groan, that is. No, I suspect from the degree of conversion she's experienced, human speech is a skill that's sadly no longer in her skill set.”

Brandon's heart fell. “Then how do you know she was eager to see me?”

“Oh, you can just tell these things, when you've been in the business as long as I have.” Brandon wanted to ask him just what the hell kind of “business” he was talking about, but he decided to let it drop. “Besides, she has other ways of communicating. She really is quite bright. Er, for a peach, that is.”

The elevator dinged, and the two entered a long metallic hallway lit by fluorescent bulbs.

“Will she... will she ever be able to return to normal?”

Xavier shook his head. “No, I'm afraid that's very unlikely. The pit inside her has changed her on a molecular level, and there's simply no going back from that. By our scientist's estimates, she's about 90% peach at this point.” Xavier frowned as he saw the look of anguish on Brandon's face. “If it's any consolation, we really are seeing to almost all of her needs. We've been providing her plenty of fresh water, and our artificial sunlight is nearly indistinguishable from the real thing. You should see how content she looks, soaking in the rays, providing nourishment for her body.” He smiled to himself. “I'd say that Subject 1909 is very happy here.”

“Jane.”

“Hmm?”

“Her name's Jane. Not subject whatever-you-said.”

Xavier frowned, but quickly corrected himself. “Right, right. I'm sorry. You'll have to forgive the scientist in me. Jane, of course.” He sighed. “You know, she really was a good roommate. Always paid her bills on time, never left the electricity on. Shame she wasn't quite as good at reading notes, eh? Still, she'll be a tough roommate to replace.”

They got to a huge metal door labeled “1909”. Brandon felt his temper flaring at the way Xavier was talking about her, but he didn't want to start a fight. He breathed slowly, then turned to Xavier.

“You said that ALMOST all of her needs were being seen to. What does that mean?”

But instead of answering, the scientist just winked as he swiped his key card into the reader by the side of the door. “Why don't you go in ahead? And feel free to take all of the time you need. I've put the cameras on standby for the next hour or so.”

Brandon walked through the doors alone while Xavier waited behind. “Just knock when you're done and I'll come get you. If you want, we can probably arrange regular visits,” Xavier shouted, and the door clanged shut.

Brandon found himself in a huge white room, about the size of a gymnasium. In the centre of the floor was a large drain, and directly in front of Brandon... was Jane.

She was just as huge as the last time he saw her, huge and ripe and full. She was nearly indistinguishable from a giant peach, save for small fat vestigial limbs that poked out from her body, fattened facial features that looked out from beneath green leaves, and... Brandon glanced down to the space between her tiny chubby feet, where a small stream of juice was dribbling against the floor. He noticed with alarm that the research institute had tattooed “Subject 1909: Peach” on the surface of her skin just above where her left thigh would have been. He looked up to see that her eyes were closed.

“Um, hi, Jane,” he called out.

Jane's eyelids fluttered open into a squint at his voice. Though unable to speak, her eyes lit up with recognition. The stream of juice below her poured out more steadily from the quivering opening. She gave a soft moan of... happiness?

Brandon walked up to her, affectionately placed a hand on her belly, stroked the huge soft surface. Her body felt fuzzy, small white hairs having sprouted all over her orange, red, and yellow skin. Peach fuzz, he noted dully. Of course.

“Um, everyone at the coffee shop wanted me to tell you that they missed you, even if they don't know the exact details of where you've gone. Samantha says the shop just isn't the same without you, and I... I agree. I, um,” he swallowed, “I really miss you. I don't know if you can understand what I'm saying, but...”

He was interrupted by a soft moan coming from the peach girl in front of him, he looked up into her eyes, and saw that they were full of affection. When he saw that look in her face – god, she's still beautiful, even after all this – suddenly all their problems seemed so small. Insignificant. They had each other, at least.

She continued to gaze at him with that look full of love. But also something else. Longing. Hunger. Desire. He glanced down, saw her quivering pussy.

Suddenly, he understood what Xavier had meant when he had said that ALMOST all of Jane's needs were being met.

Brandon glanced up at the cameras, saw from the unlit indicator on their surface that they had been put on standby. He again made eye contact with Jane, and a small smile slowly crept to his features. As she saw the growing look on his face (as well as the growing bulge in his pants), her whole body seemed to tremble in anticipation and her moans took on a lusty tone.

“I guess this counts as our second date, then?” he asked, slowly unbuttoning his pants.

Her only reply was a fresh jet of juice splashing against the tiled floor.