A shadow fell over Daniel’s pumpkin form as a pair of sturdy, dirt-streaked boots stopped beside her. She craned her neck—or tried to, given her rooted state—and found herself staring up at a broad-shouldered farmer, his sun-worn face framed by a worn straw hat. His hands were rough, calloused, and currently coated in a thin sheen of some kind of glistening nutrient gel.
Oh.
Sammy giggled beside her. "Told ya."
The farmer knelt, his knees pressing into the soft soil as his fingers brushed Daniel’s swollen orange belly. She shivered—his touch was warm, deliberate, knowing.
"New sprout, huh?" His voice was low, amused. "Pumpkins always take to it real well."
Daniel’s mouth went dry. "I—uh—w-wait—"
But the farmer wasn’t waiting. One thick finger traced down the curve of her belly, dipping between her thighs where her pumpkin flesh was softest, already glistening with arousal. Daniel squeaked, her roots quivering as he pressed inside with a single, slick thrust.
"O-oh god—!"
It was nothing like Sammy’s vines. This was human—warm, firm, relentless. His fingers worked her open, spreading her juices, priming her for what was coming next. Daniel’s breasts heaved, her nipples dripping sweet nectar as her whole body pulsed with need.
Then—
The farmer unbuckled his overalls.
Daniel’s breath hitched. Oh. Oh no. Oh YES.
He wasn’t rough. He wasn’t cruel. But he was thorough, pressing into her with a slow, deep grind that made her pumpkin body sing. Every inch of her burned—roots writhing, leaves trembling, her juices bubbling up around him as he filled her to the brim.
"F-Fuck—! S-so big—!"
The farmer chuckled, gripping her hips—her actual hips!—as he started to move. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her, her belly sloshing with seeds, her breasts swaying heavily. The pleasure was unreal, building like a storm inside her, crackling through every vine, every leaf.
Sammy’s voice floated over, lazy and smug. "See? Told you it was better."
Daniel couldn’t even answer. Her world had narrowed to heat, to fullness, to the farmer’s grunts and the wet, filthy squelch of her body taking him deeper, deeper—
And then—
"A-AH! I’M—I’M—!"
The orgasm ripped through her like a wildfire. Her back arched, her roots yanked from the soil for one glorious second as she came, seeds gushing from her in a thick, sticky flood. The farmer groaned, hips stuttering as he spilled inside her, his warmth mixing with hers, fertilizing, claiming—
Then, slowly, he pulled out.
Daniel slumped, boneless and dazed, her body thrumming with satisfaction. The farmer patted her belly fondly.
"Good girl. You’ll be real productive now."
As he walked off to tend to the next plant girl, Sammy grinned.
"Welcome to the patch, Danny."
And Daniel?
She could only whimper, her pumpkin body already aching for the next round.