You take a step back from the scarecrows, deeper into the pumpkin patch, an uneasy knot in your stomach. You can't quite pinpoint why they're so unsettling, but no matter - you're here for pumpkins!
Even as you calm yourself down, hat unsettled feeling in your stomach only intensifies. You press a hand to your stomach, and find that it feels oddly taut beneath your shirt - there's less give than usual. (Not that you're fat or anything, but usually your stomach is at least a little soft - now it's hard, but not in a way that makes you think you've suddenly gotten abs. No, it's more like it's lightly swollen.
You can't think of anything you've eaten that would have your stomach in such a tizzy, let alone bloated. Trying to write off the feeling, you keep walking. Right up until you get a sudden tingle in your throat, at least. You pause, bringing your other hand to cover your mouth as you cough.
Coughing brings up something small and hard - not mucus, not puke. You spit, and are stunned to see a mouthful of seeds splatter on the ground at your feet. You cough again, and another handful of seeds litter the dirt. Your next cough turns into more of a retch as the seeds are accompanied by stringy orange mush that you have to pull from your mouth with your fingers - there's too much of it, densely interconnected, and you moan miserably through the sudden expulsion of - whatever the hell this orange, seedy gunk is.
You're starting to get a headache to go along with that awful stomachache, and you pat a hand at your face only to find your cheeks feel hard, too - much like your stomach they're taut and swollen. Your whole head seems to be like that, actually; you feel around your face and scale and find the whole area is growing beneath your fingers.
Meanwhile, your stomach is still growing, too, your shirt riding up to reveal tough, smooth skin with divots between newly-developing vertical ridges.
One last wave of seeds and mush force themselves out of your mouth before, with little warning, it seals over forever. Your nostrils are soon to follow, your nose sinking flat into your swelling face - your whole head growing big and round, pocked with similar divots to your torso, becoming a slightly smaller pumpkin than your body, and you collapse forward onto your hands and knees.
It's not long before your limbs, too, give out, and you splay across the dry earth. You watch as your hands stretch out into vines, leaves growing off your skin as it shifts from brownish to a vibrant green. The oddest thing is the feeling of your shoes being stretched - you'd assumed your legs and feet would follow the same fate as your arms, but that's not the case, it seems. Instead your legs themselves have become vines, but your feet seem intent on becoming pumpkins in their own right. Not as big as the other two, but still definitely gourds.
All the extra mass from your legs, which are thinning into vines, seems to feed the size of your body and feet pumpkins - as your legs shrink those three all grow larger.
Before long there's no sign of you at all - even your eyes close over, though somehow you're still able to see your surroundings.
The very last change is an odd wave of calm that washes over you. Sure. You're a pumpkin. Why not? It seems like an easier life than what you had before. Far fewer stressors. All you have to worry about is someone using you as a decoration, and that's not a big deal to you anymore.