Jen could only stare in horror as her scaly hands reached for the huge watermelon her mother had purchased the other day. “No no no no no, please” she cried, her voice sounding strained and with a slight lisp from her long tongue and lack of teeth. She felt her mouth opening wider and wider, saliva dripping from her tongue. She heard a sickening popping sound as her split lower jaw extended, leaving her mouth gaping open uncomfortably wide. Her strained arms brought the massive fruit up to her stretched lips, forcing her mouth wider still. She felt them shove the watermelon with all of their might, her obscenely stretched neck only producing a dull ache, her gag reflex entirely absent. The cold, hard flesh of the melon slid deeper inside of her, before finally, her lips closed around the end. Tears streamed down her cheeks, sniffling in anguish as her throat was blocked by the fruit. Her neck muscles contracted, forcing the huge fruit down her neck, through her chest cavity, and into her stomach. She suddenly regained control, collapsing to the floor. She gasped for air, feeling the heavy watermelon pushing against her insides. Her strong reptilian digestive enzymes were already hard at work on the tough flesh of the fruit, and she rubbed her distended belly, which was hard and unyielding to the touch. She sobbed loudly, utterly traumatized by the experience.
After a while just laying on the floor, she finally resigning herself to her fate. She pressed her hands down on the floor, forcing herself into a sitting position. She was shaky, but her huge, muscular tail proved to be a suitable counterweight for the mass of her upper body and the melon in her stomach. She willed herself forwards, repeating the motions her possessed body had done, and felt herself slithering forward. She quickly lost her balance and fell flat on her face, repeating the process several times till she grew accustomed to it. Sliding over to the bathroom, she took in her changed body in the mirror. She opened her mouth to look at her new fangs, accidentally opening impossibly wide and seeing the obscene action firsthand. Her slit pupils bulged, seeing the sheer width of her mouth and throat and her sharp, pointed fangs. Flexing muscles she wasn’t used to having control over, she brought her tail up beside her, reaching out and shuddering as she touched the sensitive scales at the tip. She stared at the obscene bulge in her gut, looking less like a baby bump and more like a gross beer belly. This body was weird, sure, but kind of alluring at the same time. She’d always been fascinated by reptiles such as snakes and lizards, something that clashed with her preppy cheerleader persona. Heck, if it weren’t for her distended belly she’d think it was kinda hot. But did she really want to stay like this forever? What would people think?