Objectification Overload: An Object Overload TF Saga

Need to Hydrate?

Needs to Hydrate?: Melony (OO) TF/MTF/MC

[Warning: This Chapter Contains Body Horror, Blood and Gore, Watermelon Juice as Blood, Screaming, Crying, Vomiting, Strong Language, Mentions of Bullying, Transformation, Male to Female TG, Identity Death, and Minor Spoilers from OO.]

Memphis Watterson, 21, was walking down the streets of Mountain Town. He has been looking around and noticed that there has been conversations about the disappearances. Rumors and theories on why Gaia is doing all this.

Some rumors state that Gaia was literally trying to get revenge on everyone who had wronged her. Some people told others that Gaia might be a well-intentioned kidnapper and those who had disappeared are still alive, yet hidden and held captive by her...

...

...However, only those who had witnessed the transformations themselves know very well on what's really going on.

Memphis looked at the TVs, where Teena was literally smiling to herself, enjoying whatever is on.
"The disappearances have been going crazy, right?" Teena chuckled as she admired the news that was on there.
"You should lower your intake on the news, it might be making you depressed. That's why I don't watch TV that much!" Memphis scoffed.
"Well, you know nothing, I am trying to stay informed here!" Teena rolled her eyes.
"Well, you're too addicted to TV!" Memphis scoffed as he walked away from Teena, not wanting deal with her anyways.

Memphis know that a whole lot of people have been disappearing lately, and Mary has been looking for new mask designers, along with decorators for the party as well, given that both Payne and Ciara couldn't be found. However, Memphis didn't know the truth, and he wasn't going to like it when he finds out what is really going on, and what will happen to him when gets around to doing so.

Memphis knew that his father was selling a whole lot of melons today, and Memphis didn't want to help because it gets boring at times. He also knew that Chesberry was somewhere around here, maybe he could pay her a visit this time around. He then spotted the house as he knocked on the door.

"Chesberry, it's me, Memphis, let me in, I want to talk to you about the disappearances!" Memphis cried out.
Chesberry answered the door, "I have heard about all these disappearances as well, come inside if you want to live."

Memphis came inside of the house, not knowing if Gaia was going to target him or not.
"So, what's the disappearances troubling you lately?" Chesberry asked.
"Well, I had heard that Tootie snuck out a couple nights ago, and then the movie theater is now having a help-wanted sign because of Pavlina's disappearance. Also, Tiffany has told me that she had lost her most valued customer and best friend." Memphis began.
"You mean business partner, right?" Chesberry asked.
"No, I am pretty sure that I am correct. And also, I am afraid that Gaia will turn me into an object really soon!" Memphis replied.
"Well, I think that you're safe here with me, I can defend this home quicker than Gaia can break into this house!" Chesberry smirked, "You're in good hands here. No, great hands."
"I get it, but there is still a chance that Gaia can still get to me, even if I was to hide in here and away from home and my dad's watermelon stand!" Memphis sighed.

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Meanwhile with Gaia...

Gaia was walking down the street, looking for Memphis. He was nowhere to be seen, where was he hidden at? Gaia then noticed that there was a watermelon cart with a middle age man nearby, it seemed like to be Memphis' father, Nashua, who was selling watermelons.

"Hello, Nashville, I have heard that your son has ran off again. Do you know of his whereabouts?!" Gaia asked.
"Well, I have heard that he's very great friends with Chesberry Pitt, if you don't know where she lives at I can give you her address. And do you want a watermelon?" Nashua asked, "Also, my name is not Nashville."
"I know, it's just a namesake that I come up with to remember names. Also, I do want a watermelon." Gaia replied.
"Well, that'd be $3 per melon." Nashua replied.
"Well, here you go, sir. Have a nice day." Gaia gave the man his three dollars as she walked off with the melon.