You.

Your mother's fingers grasp your tiny ceramic body and pull you off of the fridge door. She deposits you on the kitchen table, looking up at both women.

"What does Mr. Banana Man have to do with any of this?"

"Watch." You mother presses the Cancel button. There is a brief discontinuity in your awareness and a feeling of expansion. You are unable to get your bearings, however, as you are swiftly grabbed and lifted from the table.

"Ohmigod!" Zoe squeals. "He's real!" You try to move your limbs, resulting only in the same ineffectual flailing you could manage previously. "And he's alive! And this end really does look like his cock!"

With that, she firmly grasps your lower protuberance and a weeks' worth of constant arousal finally comes to a head. You feel your entire body go rigid as it seems that your insides are expanding and trying to burst through your peel. And suddenly, in a rush, the floodgates release and your feel your lower end explode in pure pleasure.

As Zoe and your mother watch, your lower protuberance splits, the peel splaying open and revealing the tip (and another two or three inches besides!) of your soft, white banana center. Zoe shrieks in surprise and drops you unceremoniously onto the table. Your mother is laughing.

"Did Mr. Banana Man just...you know...?"

Your mother is laughing so hard she is almost gasping. "He...certainly...did...."

It feels strange to have your tender, fleshy interior exposed to the air....but you don't care.