Her thoughts so slow now, Lisa can hardly talk. "Oh, I feel seeds forming in me..." She knows that certain parts of her inner body have hardened into oval shaped seeds around a semi-hard core. Just like an apple, she reasons.

"Ah yes," the Green Demon remarks, "Part of the hard core now in you...and?"

Lisa can feel her whole body starting to tense up, like it does not want to move. She can see now that her whole body is taking the color of an apple. "My skin," she adds, "Feels hard and slick."

"Of course," he replies, "All good apples have a tough, shiny skin. You, my extra large apple, are no different."

I feel like I'm an apple, she thinks, full of tight pulp...seeds in my core...hard red skin.