303. Uh oh! Big!
Amy can't resist the lure of the fruit. She skips over and pulls one off the branch. It comes off neatly into her hands, staining them with its juice. Amy opens her mouth and takes a big bite.
Amy's taste buds explode with pleasure. The fruit manages to stimulate all five flavors at once, and may have created some new flavors heretofore unknown. The fleshy fruit is literally the most delicious thing Amy has ever eaten. In seconds Amy has wolfed down the whole thing. Her t-shirt is now sticky with splotches of the fruit's juice, and she nearly considers licking the juice off before realizing that there is a tree filled with more of the fruit right in front of her.
Amy grabs and devours another. Then another. Then another. She finds her appetite for these strange fruits isn't diminishing as she eats more. In fact, it may be growing. She starts grabbing two at a time, then she starts picking three to diminish the time between fruits.
As she polishes off her thirtieth fruit, she notices that her belly has grown big and round. She frets for a moment that this means hitting the gym when she gets home, but decides that thoughts about fitness can wait. She has more important matters to attend to, such as the dangerous fruit deficiency in her mouth at the present time.
Around the fiftieth fruit the button on the fly of her jeans pops off and goes flying. Amy is having a difficult time standing, but finds a spot she can sit on the planter where she can still reach the fruit.
By the sixtieth fruit, her chest is so tight she can't breath. She pulls off her shirt and bra, then decides to take off her shorts while she's at it. She catches a glimpse of her reflection in the green house's glass wall and sees that she has ballooned up to gargantuan proportions. Rolls of fat fall beneath her chin and her fingers have become stubby and sausage-like. The image saddens Amy. The only thing she can take comfort in is the fact that there's still more fruit to eat.
Soon the tree is nearly stripped of fruit, and Amy is having a difficult time moving. With great effort, she rolls herself over beneath the last fruit. She begins pounding the trunk of the tree. Finally, the last fruit falls off and she manages to catch it. She devours it greedily, then lies back, depressed by the lack of fruit.
As she swallows the last bite, she feels a rumble in her belly. It starts low, then grows until her whole body is shaking. Finally,
KA-SPLOOSH!
Amy explodes in a shower of reddish-orange goo, in the process spreading the plant's tiny white seeds all over the greenhouse and perpetuating its life cycle. All that remains of Amy is a copious amount of goop and a stretched-out pair of heart-print panties.
Amy is in no condition to continue this adventure or her life.