Hot Day 2

Hot Day p2.

              Marry parked the ice cream truck that had once been her friend on the side of the road. “Okay, that strange man said if I start selling this ice cream, Bailey would turn back to normal.”  She took a deep breath. I don’t get how that will work, but I don’t have much choice, do I?”  She flipped a switch, and music started to play. “I hope Bailey is at least enjoying this.”

              Marry leaned back in the driver’s seat.  “Okay, so I just wait, I guess.”  She looked around.  “I haven’t really sold ice cream before, so I don’t know how this works.”  Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into an hour.  “Oh, come on.  Where is everyone?”  She pulled out her phone.  “Fuck it.  I am not going to wait around with Bailey’s life on the line.  I mean, she is a fucking ice cream truck of all things.  People cannot just drag their feet.  I am going to call up each and every one of them and tell them to get their fucking asses out here.  I have some fucking food to sell them.”

              And that is just what she did, getting some angry responses. She now knew what door-to-door salesmen had to deal with. Eventually, she was able to get a few of her neighbors to come outside. She watched as Gwen, Victoria, and Tess walked up to the truck. She rolled down the driver’s window and waved at them, “Hello, everyone.”

              Gwen ran her hand along the purring vehicle.  “Nice ride.  I didn’t know you got into the food truck business.”  She took a few steps back as the vehicle honked.  “Umm. . . why did you do that?”

              Tess laughed.  “Because you don’t touch such a curvy vehicle there.”

              “It’s just a truck.  I don’t care if it has some weird feminine curves, I can touch it wherever I want.”   Gwen looked up at Marry.  “That wasn’t funny.”

              Marry blushed.  “I am sorry.”  She gulped.  “If only they knew that wasn’t me.”

              Victoria crossed her arms.  “So, what is it that you are selling?  I heard ice cream.  What flavors do you have?  It is so fucking hot out.”  She pushed the other girls aside.  “I am first.  I already have my money.”

              The others narrowed their eyes.  “What?”  Gwen snorted.  “You can’t just say that.”

              Tess grabbed Victoria’s arm.  “I have been working outside all day and was here a few seconds before you.  So, I should get to order—”

              “Girls, calm down.”  Marry took a deep breath. Victoria spoke up first so she could have hers first. As for the flavors, I have blueberry, raspberry, watermelon, cherry, grape, pear, and banana.”

              Victoria laughed.  “Those are some odd flavors.”  She rubbed her chin.  “I will take the blueberry.”

              “Okay. Give me one second.”  Marry made her way into the ice cream truck and turned on the ice cream maker. The truck vibrated as the ice cream came out, Bailey’s engine rumbling. “Wait? Is this coming out of her?”  She shook her head. “I would rather not know how this works.”  She grabbed the cone and walked to the edge of the truck. “Here you are.”

              “Thank you.”  Victoria began to lick at her icy treat as Tess walked up.

              “What do you want?”

              Tess put the money on the side of the truck.  “Raspberry!”

              “And you, Gwen?”

              Gwen crossed her arms before reaching into her pocket. “Pear, I guess. I want to be adventurous. That sounds like an interesting flavor. Wait, can I mix it with cherry?”

              Marry shrugged.  “Sure.  I don’t see why not.”  Marry worked on their icy treats and returned a few minutes later.  “Here you are, ladies.”

              “Thank you,” Tess said, taking the ice cream cone. This should help fight this bloody heat.”  Gwen nodded as they all walked away.

              After they were gone, Marry sighed. “Okay. Now, how will this help Bailey transform back?”  Her pocket vibrated. “Huh? My phone is going off.”  She pulled it out of her pocket and narrowed her eyes as she read a text. “If you want Bailey to turn back, try the Watermelon flavor. One more person trying her wonderful ice cream should do it.”

              “What?  How the hell did that crazy man get this number.”  She sighed.  “I don’t know what is happening, but I might as well.”  She walked into the center of the truck.  “I don’t know why I have to make a cone when I can just do this.”  She put her mouth to the nozzle and turned it on, creamy watermelon delight drizzling into her mouth.  “Mhhhhhh.”

              Marry wasn’t sure why, but the food made her body tingle. As she wiped the excess ice cream from her mouth, she couldn’t help but giggle. “That does really taste good. I would try some more if I didn’t already know where it comes from.”  She tapped her foot on the ground. Now, can you start to transform back already? Hmmm?”

              Marry’s eyes widened as she felt a sudden pressure inside of her.  “What is happening?”  She leaned against the side of the truck as she watched her hands turn bright green.  “Ughhh. . .  I feel so fucking. . . weird.”  As she closed her eyes, she could feel her pants tighten.  “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted that strange man.”  She stumbled towards the door.  “I need to tell the girls not to eat the ice cream before it’s. . . ohhhh!”

              Her boobs suddenly grew a cup size.  “Oh fuck.”  Marry fell out of the truck and onto her belly, bouncing up and down on her squishy body.  “I don’t know what that was, but it felt goooood!”  She shook her head.  “No.  I have to warn them.  I. . .”  Shripppp!  She turned her head and gasped as her ass began to tear at the fabric of her pants.  “Fucking hell.”  She tried to stand.  “I am getting fucking big.  My ass is so fat.  Ughhhh.”  As she tried to push herself up, her boobs jiggled about, bouncing against one another.  She was only able to get herself to her knees, resting on her swelling belly.

              “This is insane!”  She slammed her hands against her waist. “Am I turning into an actual watermelon or something?”  She gulped as small black lines appeared on her green body. “No, I didn’t mean it! Stop!”  She grabbed her green belly and shook it. “Stop swelling.”  She gulped. “Why is this happening?”

              Shrippp!  Her face turned dark green as her boobs ripped through her shirt.  “I. . . ohh. . .”  Marry moaned.  “It does feel kind of good though.”  She moaned as the juice surging through her massive ass caused her to fall forward, her thick thighs bouncing about.  “Oh god.  But what will I do if I am just a massive watermelon?  I. . . I have to. . .”  She moaned as her panties pressed tightly against her big green butt.  “Ughhh.”  Marry tried reaching around to do something but was too wide.  “I am sure I will snap it off eventually.”  She put her head into her right hand.  “But what am I going to do?  I can’t just be a lonely watermelon.”  She moaned as her boobs pushed against the grass.

              “Holy crap!”  She turned her head as her husband began to walk up to her.  “Marry?  What is happening to you?”

              “Oh, thank god.  Barry.  There you are. Oohhhhhh!”  Her bra suddenly snapped off, hitting him in the face as juice dripped off of them.  “Oops.  Sorry.”

              “You didn’t answer my question!  How did you get so big?  You look like an overstuffed couch!”

              “I just. . . ate a weird watermelon, I guess.”  She moaned as her thighs became even thicker.  “Help me sit up?”

              With how big you are, I would have to roll you around.”

              “Ohhh, that sounds wonderful.  Roll me all around town, baby.”  She blinked her eyes.  “Where did that come from.”

              He walked over and put his hands on her massive green body.  “You are almost five feet around.  We have to stop this swelling.  Before your arms and legs start to shrink into you.”  He slowly pushed her up onto what was her butt; it was hard to tell as it had become so big she could no longer tell where her hips started and her ass ended.  “God.  You look more like a watermelon than my wife.”

              Juice squirted out of her nipples.  “Oh, tell me how sexy I look as a watermelon.”  She grew a little bigger.  “I want to. . . hear it.”

              “What?  Marry, what is happening to you?”

              “I. . am not sure.”  She looked herself over, rubbing her body as her shirt slowly ripped apart, no longer able to contain her green body. “But I just love the way I feel!”  she screamed as her pants ripped apart. “So big. So juicy! If this is what a giant fruit feels like, then I don’t want to go back to being just Marry. Let me be Marry plus! Marry the watermelon.”

              Barry rolled his eyes as she watched her slowly swell bigger, her legs shrinking into her body. “I'm not sure about this,” he said.

              She grabbed him with one thick arm and pulled him against her body, squeezing him between her massive breasts.  “Come on.  I know you want to have some fun.”  She licked her lips.  “Don’t you like me this way?”  She was forced to let go as her arms were slowly pushed further and further apart, the juice filling her up more and more.

              “I umm. . .”  Sweat beat down his neck.  “You do smell nice.”

              “Then kiss me.”  He did as he was told, pressing his lips against hers, feeling them plump up.  “Mpmph.”

              “Oh god, you taste good.”  He climbed onto her and hugged her. I do love watermelons. Maybe we can keep you this way for a while.”  He rubbed her ballooning belly. Who knows?  Maybe you can do some other wonderful things?”

              “Oh fuck.  Oh fuck!”  She moaned, watermelon juice dripping from her nipples.  “Just get me off the street if you are going to do this!”

              He laughed.  “Okay Marry.”  He slid off.  “I think our fun time can wait a little bit.”  He began to roll her towards their house.  “Though I am not sure I know how I am going to get you inside.”

              “Roll me into the backyard, Barry.”  She moaned as her head was pressed against the yard, followed by her boobs.  “Right next to the pool.”

              “I like the way you think.”  He slapped her giant ass, causing her body to jiggle.  He rolled her around the back of the house and into the backyard, resting her against the diving board.  “There.”  Barry climbed onto her body once more, resting between her breasts.  “How do you feel now.”

              “I feel. . . I. . .”  She moaned, squirting him with her juices.  “Ohhhhh.”

              Barry laughed and rubbed her face.  “Well, I guess someone as big and full as you will be doing that a lot, won’t you?”  He kissed her on the cheek.

              Marry nodded her head as she continued to expand slowly. “What can I say?  I am just so full of juice.”  She squirmed as she felt his body press against hers. What am I going to do?”

              He hugged her.  “Just be my big ole watermelon, and life will be perfect.”  He rubbed himself between her boobs.  “The bigger the better.”

              ***

              From across the street, a man in a strange hat smiled. “Soon this block will be much, much happier.”  He giggled. And juicer.”