Stoolen Fate - Pumpkin TF
Tags: Inanimate, Object TF, Magic, Caption, Halloween, Curse, Food TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Stoolen Fate - Pumpkin TFThe cool October breeze ruffled Lea's dark hair as she stared at the empty pumpkin stand.…
The cool October breeze ruffled Lea's dark hair as she stared at the empty pumpkin stand. Halloween decorations adorned every house on her family's street, but their porch remained lacking without the traditional jack-o'-lantern. "Dammit," she muttered, kicking at the closed sign of the local market. At twenty-four, Lea shouldn't have cared this much about a stupid pumpkin, but Halloween traditions ran deep in her family. She'd driven three hours from the city specifically for their annual carving ritual, only to discover her parents had been too busy to secure the most important decoration. "There's old man Krenshaw's farm," her younger brother had suggested while sprawled on the couch. "He always grows pumpkins. You could just... you know... take one." "Steal?" Lea had asked, raising an eyebrow. "Let's call it 'borrow,'" he'd grinned. "For the sake of tradition." Her father had sighed deeply but nodded. "Family traditions outrank pumpkin theft on the moral scale, just this once." Now, as twilight descended, Lea parked her motorcycle at the edge of Krenshaw's property. The leather jacket hugged her curves, protecting against the growing chill. Her tight jeans and boots completed the look of someone who definitely wasn't planning a vegetable heist. She shut the engine and surveyed the sprawling field. It was empty. Not a single orange sphere in sight. "Shit," she whispered, climbing off the bike. A wooden sign caught her attention: 'NO TRESPASSING - NORTH FIELD CLOSED.' Beyond it, darkness shrouded what appeared to be another growing area. 'Just a quick look,' she thought, ducking under the weathered barrier. The forbidden field felt different. The air hung heavier, almost sticky, against her skin. Dried cornstalks rustled without wind. Lea shivered despite her jacket. After nearly giving up, a flash of orange caught her eye. There, sitting perfectly alone in the center of the field, was a large, round pumpkin. It seemed to glow in the fading light, its surface unmarred and perfectly shaped. "Jackpot," Lea whispered, hurrying toward it. The pumpkin felt strange in her hands. It was warm, almost as if it was vibrating with energy. But Lea didn't have time to think about the odd vegetable. She picked it up, surprised by its substantial weight, and turned to head back. Three steps later, her fingers tingled. Not the pins-and-needles sensation of restricted blood flow, but something deeper, as if her skin cells were dancing. She glanced down. "What the fuck?" she gasped. Her hands were changing color, the pale skin darkening to a rich orange. The transformation crawled up her wrists like spreading watercolor. The pumpkin thumped when she dropped it, rolling slightly before settling in the dirt. Lea stared at her hands in horror. The orange pigment wasn't stopping; it continued advancing past her wrists. She touched her face and felt rigid ridges where smooth skin should be. "What's happening to me?" she cried out. The pumpkin at her feet shifted, then rolled upright. A jagged line appeared across its surface, splitting into a crooked, glowing smile. "Oh, so you're transforming. Nice!" a voice emerged from the pumpkin. "I've waited quite a while for this." Lea tried to back away, but her legs wouldn't cooperate. Looking down, she watched in horror as her jeans tore away, revealing legs that were no longer legs at all, just twisted green vines sprouting from the bottom of her torso. "What the hell is happening!" she screamed, voice cracking with terror. The orange continued spreading across her skin. Her leather jacket cracked and split as her torso expanded, growing rounder, firmer. Her breasts flattened into the growing curve of what was unmistakably becoming a pumpkin body. "You're becoming what I was," the pumpkin explained calmly. "What we all become when we steal from this field." Lea's fingers elongated, thinning into green tendrils that twisted helplessly in the air. The sensation was indescribable, it was not painful exactly, but wrong. She felt her bones softening, dissolving as her flesh rearranged itself. 'This isn't real,' she thought desperately. 'This can't be happening!' But her body disagreed. The transformation accelerated, her neck thickening as her head began to swell and round. Her jaw fused shut, teeth and tongue melting away. Her nostrils stretched and widened, reshaping into a triangular void. "Mmmmph!" The sound bubbled from her transforming mouth, no longer capable of forming words. Her vision blurred as her eyes transformed, no longer organs but mere hollows in her rapidly hardening skin. Darkness descended, then strange light returned, but different now, perceiving the world through openings rather than retinas. All the while, the talking pumpkin watched. Its vines extended, beginning to twist into more human proportions. "Don't fight it," it advised. "That only makes it worse." Lea's consciousness remained horrifyingly intact as her humanity slipped away. She felt herself shrinking, c
