A scientist, who's experimenting with genetic plant hormones, stepped into the greenhouse, clipboard in hand. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he observed Daniel—now a voluptuous, orange-skinned plant girl—rooted firmly in the soil, her massive pumpkin-like belly swaying slightly as she struggled against her anchored limbs.
"Ah, Subject D-427," the scientist murmured, adjusting his glasses. "Fascinating growth progression. Your root system has developed beautifully, and your fruit-bearing capacity is exceeding expectations." He circled her, scribbling notes. "But I believe we can enhance your productivity even further."
Daniel blinked up at him, her plump lips parting in confusion. "E-Enhance...?" she slurred, her voice thick with drowsy pleasure from the constant absorption of nutrients.
The scientist held up a syringe filled with a shimmering, golden-orange liquid. "This," he said, tapping the vial, "is an experimental serum designed to stimulate lactation in plant-based mammary structures. In simpler terms? It will make those lovely QQ-cup breasts of yours swell even more—and fill them with rich, sweet pumpkin juice."
Daniel shuddered, her nipples stiffening at the mere thought. Already, her heavy chest felt hypersensitive, the weight of her melon-sized mounds pulling slightly against her rooted form. The idea of them growing even more—of being milked—sent an involuntary pulse of heat between her thighs.
"Y-You can't—nngh—I'm already so... full," she protested weakly, though her body betrayed her, her hips shifting restlessly in the soil.
The scientist chuckled. "Oh, but you will be fuller. Much, much fuller." Without hesitation, he pressed the needle against the plump curve of her left breast, sinking it in deep.
"Nnnn—AAAAAHHHH!!" Daniel's back arched as the serum flooded her system. The effect was instant. Her breasts quivered, then began to expand, the flesh darkening to a deeper orange as veins of gold pulsed beneath her skin. A thick, syrupy liquid—pumpkin nectar—began to bead at her nipples, dripping in slow, sticky strands down her swollen curves.
The scientist watched with clinical fascination as her areolas darkened, the flesh around them tightening as her milk ducts engorged. "Excellent," he murmured. "Now, let's test the flow." He reached out, giving one breast a firm squeeze—
"MMMPH—!!"
A thick jet of pumpkin juice squirted from her nipple, splattering across the scientist's coat. The sensation was overwhelming—a mix of pleasure and pressure, like her very essence was being drained and replenished at the same time.
Daniel whimpered, her thighs clamping together as her pussy dripped in response. Her belly gurgled again, her swollen womb and seed-packed bowels shifting with every shuddering breath.
The scientist smirked. "Perfect. Now, let's see how much you can produce before the next harvest cycle." He stepped back, motioning to an assistant. "Prepare the extraction pumps. We'll want to collect every last drop."
Daniel could only moan, her mind fogged with pleasure as her body continued to ripen, her fate as a lactating pumpkin-girl now sealed.
And deep inside her, her seeds stirred, ready to spill...