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THE PUMPKIN SMASH
Story by Preghorrors

On a farm not too far away from the city’s borders, a small mouse farmer named Sam eagerly awaited the arrival of a new trial product for her crops. Her husband had signed them up to test it alongside other farmers in the area. The company specializes in developing innovative food products and finding ways to enhance crop growth, eliminate pests, and prevent rot. Sam, in her early 20s and petite like all mice, possessed a slender figure without many curves. However, she and her husband were excited as they expected their first child, a baby girl. Sam, five months pregnant, couldn't help but feel excited about the potential growth of her assets. Unfortunately, the only thing that had grown so far was her adorable baby bump.

As Halloween drew near, the farmers were eagerly anticipating the harvest of their pumpkins. However, their excitement could have been more active as they discovered that their crops had been ravaged by pests, leaving them with a meager yield. Determined to salvage what they could, Sam waited anxiously by the roadside for the delivery of plant fertilizer to help boost their crops and eliminate the pesky bugs. Sam heard the rumble of a truck approaching her driveway. With relief, she watched as the company representative jumped out of the truck and nodded in acknowledgment.

He was a rather unappealing character, resembling a pig in appearance and a smug expression. With a foul smile on his face, he approached Sam and offered his congratulations for being among the first to test their latest product. He expressed his hope that it would meet her expectations. Sam, however, responded with a disinterested gaze and remarked that she simply hoped the product would live up to the company's claims. Undeterred, the pig in the business suit maintained his smile and assured her it would satisfy her needs. He then motioned to his assistant in the truck, instructing them to unload bags of Plant fertilizer onto a wheelbarrow for her. He emphasized that this quantity should be sufficient for her crops and requested that she provide a positive review. With a nod, Sam acknowledged his request and watched as he moved on to deliver packages to other farmers.

The tiny mouse may appear diminutive, yet her strength belied her size. Determined, she propelled the wheelbarrow towards the rear of her humble farm. As she reached her destination, she embarked on the task of generously spreading plant fertilizer across the vibrant pumpkins. Exhausted from her labor, she sought solace atop the fence, contemplating the absence of her husband. A mix of frustration and disbelief filled her thoughts as she pondered, "How could he leave his pregnant wife behind to embark on a business trip?" Unbeknownst to her, he had ventured off with the company that had provided the plant fertilizer in hopes of securing new tractors or farming tools for their farm.

Sam gazed up at the darkening skies and decided to retreat indoors for the night. In addition to seeking shelter, she had preparations to make for the upcoming Halloween party she was excited to attend. This year, Sam had chosen to dress up as a witch. As she lovingly caressed her pregnant belly, she engaged in a tender conversation with her unborn child, suggesting they both settle down for the night after a refreshing shower. Sam entered the bathroom and undressed, allowing the water to cleanse her silky white fur, washing away any traces of dirt. She carefully explored her body with her hands, hoping to discover any new developments resulting from her pregnancy, but to her disappointment, there were none. Frustrated, she completed her shower and wrapped herself in a towel before going to her room to go to bed.

While she peacefully slumbered, her pumpkin patch flourished and expanded in size due to the effectiveness of the new fertilizer. As the sun ascended in the sky, signaling the arrival of the day she had eagerly anticipated, she retrieved her witch costume and placed it gently on her bed. However, before adorning herself in the enchanting attire, she ventured outside to inspect the remarkable transformation of her pumpkin patch. To her astonishment, as soon as she swung open the back door, a breathtaking sight awaited her - the pumpkins had blossomed into their full glory. Overwhelmed with awe and captivation, Sam couldn't help but exclaim, "Holy crap, this stuff works miracles!" With a heart brimming with joy, she approached the vibrant pumpkins and playfully tapped on their sturdy surfaces to assess their ripeness. A radiant smile adorned her face as she concluded that these pumpkins had reached their full growth potential, devoid of any signs of decay or pest infestation.

Then, a curious thought crossed her mind. She pondered, "I wonder if the taste of the pumpkin was affected by the fertilizer." Intrigued, she experimented and grabbed one of the pumpkins, effortlessly tossing it into her kitchen. With her upcoming party in mind, she created a delectable pumpkin pie. As it was still early morning, she had ample time to prepare. Without wasting a moment, she swiftly gathered all the necessary ingredients, skillfully smushed the pumpkin, and began mixing them. Once the mixture was ready, she carefully placed it in the oven and set the timer. With a sense of accomplishment, she retreated to the shower for a quick wash, ensuring she felt refreshed for the day ahead. Afterward, she returned to her room to don her carefully chosen costume, eagerly anticipating the festivities.

After 40 minutes, she emerged from the room, fully dressed in her witch costume. The dress was a black, knee-length number that perfectly matched the black hat she had perched on her head. As she approached the kitchen, she heard a ding from the oven. Sam looked at the oven. "The pumpkin should finished by now," she thought. Quickly donning a pair of oven mitts, Sam retrieved the pie from the oven and set it aside to cool. While waiting, she made a brief phone call to the supplier to confirm that their pumpkins were ready for pickup. With that taken care of, she eagerly awaited to sink her teeth into the delicious pumpkin pie.

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