With the remote in your backpack, you walk along until you pass a local market. Scanning any potential targets, you were reminded that the remote's packaging listed plants as a viable mother target. Curious as to what it actually does to them, you traverse through the market, picking up a watermelon for a later snack since it is your favorite fruit. After paying for it, you then had the great idea to use it as a potential mother. Running home carefully so as to not drop the fragile fruit, you place the watermelon on your kitchen counter. Finally opening the remote, turns out it came with AA batteries included, so you were free to just zap away. "Well, here goes nothing." You shout, pressing the button and aiming at the watermelon.
In a blinding flash of light, the watermelon went from fruit to female. Sitting on the counter was a curvy mature woman, with appearance of about 30 years old. What really stood out was her gigantic chest, you estimate an HH cup, and her sundress having a watermelon pattern. With wavy dark red hair that went to her shoulders, she opened her pure black eyes and stood up. Her wide hips and big butt swayed sensually, as she balanced in black heeled wedge sandals. They brought her height to 7 ft, but you could tell she was easily over 6.5 ft tall without them on. 'I see what he meant by the mother being influenced by the base object.' You think, eyeing up the new mother's outfit and 'melons', as she smiled sweetly at you.
It was enough to nearly break your heart, as you shoved your face into her bountiful chest and gave her a hug. "Awww, I'm happy to see you two, baby." Melon mother said with a lovely voice. Grabbing her boobs so you can steady yourself as you lifted your head, you looked up at her with tears in your eyes. She patted your head and pushed it back into her cleavage, humming a tune. This hit something instinctual in you, as you relaxed yourself and let melon mother coddle you. She had a fragrant watermelon scent to her skin, further amplified between her mammaries. Bringing your arms up around her back, you find yourself accidentally groping her butt; but you could help but squeeze it a bit.
Chuckling, melon mother says, "It's pretty hot out, honey. Would you like some juice to cool down a bit?" Figuring you could go for a beverage, you nod your head. Melon mother goes searching through your cabinets for a glass, then placing it on the counter in front of you. "Stand back a bit sweetie, don't want to get a mess on you." She warns, as you cluelessly comply. Melon mother pulls down the top of her sundress, letting her giant boobs jiggle freely. Rubbing and massaging her breasts, she moans as her fingers reach her nipples. Pinching them, she manages to get a liquid squirting out and into the glass. Watching it fill up with a pink fluid, you conclude your new melon mother lactates watermelon juice. 'That's so cool!' You think, as she fills the halfway.
"Here you go baby, drink up." She says, passing the glass to you. Picking it up, you take a few sips, surprised to find the most delicious juice you've ever tasted. Melon mother watches happily, as you down the whole glass, following up with a sigh of content. "That tasted great!" You tell her, washing out the glass afterward. "Oh, that makes me happy to hear! I'm so glad I could help you out honey." she cheers, still with her large tits out. Unable to take your eyes of them, you think of something else to do with your melon mother.