Synopsis
Author's Notes
Dampest Dungeon: Flower Bed
Bedded down in rows on rows, in gardens where nobody hoes. /
The sap of life spreads underground, like a weed it knows no bounds. /
The sickly light of underneath, grows a flourishing harvest, one that’s brief. /
Submerged inside their sticky sap, your womb will grow the perfect trap, /
A bumper crop of eager blooms, the perfect yield to seal your doom. /
Away from people's prying eyes, another flower shall soon rise. /
If you are caught within their grasp, it might just be your epitaph.
***
Maria hummed as she pulled her cart down the golden brick road, being careful to avoid the overgrown twisting vines that were beginning to infiltrate the pathway. She wasn’t always successful, the wheels of her cart hopping over the top of them, threatening to spill the precious cargo of bundled plant material.
The fourth floor wasn’t a particularly dangerous place to be at most times, but there had been several reports of young women going missing down here as of late. Maria didn’t have much choice, however, as specific vegetables she needed to run her restaurant only grew down here, and it was cost prohibitive to hire an adventurer to gather them for her.
Her best friend, Sam, warned her against coming down here every time the larder started to become empty, but they both knew she had no choice. Besides, she was quite familiar with this area, and had been on the fourth level several times before. Danger only existed down here for the unwary.
Besides, this floor was actually quite well tended, if a little overgrown. The original ancient civilization that had lived here had remodeled every inch into their personal empire, covering the walls with golden bricks and the ceilings with bioluminescent vines. The walls had even been labeled with signs.
Their language had mostly been lost, now, but the endless parties of adventurers had figured out what most of the signs meant and provided helpful labels to prevent others from getting lost. Not that she needed them - she was quite familiar with the path she was trodding, and could easily navigate it with her eyes closed.
Passing through an arch to the next area, she smiled as her eyes were drawn to her favorite garden patch. This area had been cultivated for centuries, with small brick channels built beside the pathway and into the fields, carrying water that welled up from below.
There was very little one had to do to grow plants in the ground of these fields - the soil was loamy, and unnaturally fertile. Unlike above, plants didn’t need to be rotated here to ensure sufficient nutrients for proper growth. Anything planted was guaranteed to become huge.
This was only made possible by the unique skylights that had been built into the ceiling. She didn’t quite understand how they worked, but somehow they channeled and enhanced the light of the natural sun coming from the mountain above, spreading the rays evenly over the scattered fields.
It was daytime now, the brightness of the sun making it difficult to look at the ceiling at all. The small amount of warmth that filtered through was enough to increase the temperature of the floor significantly, making it possible to grow all varieties of vegetables and legumes.
Researchers were still trying to figure out how the skylights worked, but the ancient technology was impenetrable. Perhaps in a few years they would have a better idea of how to duplicate it, but, for now, the fourth floor was the only place it could be taken advantage of - for those who dared.
Stopping her cart, she stepped over the irrigation channel, the trickle of water like music to her ears. Kneeling, she pressed a trowel into the soft dirt, wiggling it down far enough to get underneath the roots of the lettuce.
She popped the trowel upwards, a spray of dirt spattering around her. The plant squealed a little, but she ignored it. This variety was known for making unsettling sounds, but the taste was incomparable. Grabbing the loosened head, she wrapped a rubber band around the base, pushing it up until the leaves were bound together. This would keep the leaves tight around the top of the head, closing off the mouth tube so it would make less noise while being processed.
Tossing it into her cart, she set to work on the next one, her hummed tune changing as she toiled. “Working in the soil” was a peppy, jaunty tune, and helped her to pass the time.
Popping the rubber band around the next head of lettuce, she increased the volume of her humming to drown out the disturbing cries. This was the part that bothered her the most, but it was the same for everyone. There was no getting around the hard work required to feed the adventurers delving into the lowest levels of the dungeon. The dangers they faced were far beyond the paltry problems she dealt with in the fields or in the kitchen.
She was grateful, truly, that she was able to pursue her passions. If only their screams didn’t tear at her mind and enter her dreams! Their cries were proof that they were alive, just as she was. They had to give up their lives so that others might live. Nature was a harsh mistress.
Turning her attention back to the soil, she was surprised to find a dark shadow leaning over her. The bright light from above should have kept any darkness away, and if there was one, that meant… ?
Looking up, she gasped. It wasn’t a monster, as she had feared, but a large plant she had never seen before. This was unusual in and of itself, as she had seen everything that lived in these fields during her gardening runs. This must be a new, invasive species.
Worse, there were so many of them, a dozen at least, infiltrating her field of lettuce. Their large heads tilted upwards, pointed towards the sun, enormous black flowers with yellow petals.
Bulbous necks fed down into pot bellied bases, large leaves spreading out over the ground to hide their roots. Spreading outward from the stalk of their necks were several vine-like protrusions that could be mistaken for arms. Two of them were tipped with silvery white flowers that hung towards the floor, in the shape of upside down cups. They shivered, although there was no wind.
Some of the ones in the rear appeared to be disfigured as if they had grown with mutations. Their pot bellies were distended, their necks fat, filled to the brim with what she assumed were juices. A large bulbous growth was just below the flower head, as if they had eaten something.
At first, she thought they were harmless, but the one in front of her definitely appeared to be looking at her. She backed away, crying out in surprise as a pressurized mist exploded from its center.
She was too late, her head caught in a cloud of purple gas. She tried to hold her breath, but she had been taken completely by surprise, already having breathed in a little by reflex.
She got up on her feet, wanting to flee, but she suddenly felt incredibly dizzy, unable to put one foot in front of the other. Twisting her ankle, she fell on her ass, a burst of pain tingling up her spine as her butt dipped into the water of the canal.
Surprisingly, the pain wasn’t bothering her as much as it should. She giggled softly, eyes unfocused as she breathed in the purple mist, sucking up more of the gas. Wow, that made her feel way better. She needed more of that.
Lurching to her feet, she ignored the odd tilt of her ankle, pushing herself closer to the flower so that she could breathe in more of its delightful essence. It obliged her by blasting another gust from a protruding circular tube in the center of its black flower.
She found herself pushing her face into the flower, desperate for more. Soon, her lips were pressing around the flower’s stigma, taking it into her throat. This allowed the flower to fill her up directly, sending the pressurized gas directly into her lungs.
Euphoria. There was no other word for it. Her brain exploded with pleasure as she lost herself, her body swaying as she pressed into the flower as if it was her lover.
Heat suddenly exploded within her. She was so hot. Sweat beaded on her brow, salty droplets running over her cheeks. She couldn’t stand it. She needed to take it all off. All of it.
Stepping back, she frantically pulled off her gloves and tossed them away. Bending over, she pulled off her boots and socks, the hard rubber discarded as unnecessary, her feet pressing into the soil. Fingers scrabbling at her suspenders, she unsnapped them, pulling the denim down around her ankles.
Her underwear was next to go, the frilly pink fabric tearing as she rushed to remove both it and her overalls. She was feeling excited and sexually aroused at the same time. Almost done!
Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, she flipped it over the top of her head, wiggling her breasts enticingly as she threw it off. A leafy tendril looped through the gap between her breasts, taking hold of the bra strap. With a sharp upwards tug, the fabric popped off, revealing her petite nipples.
She took a step towards the plant as it kept tugging, feeling spaced out as she reached behind her back to undo the catch. The small garment sprung from her upper chest, flying somewhere into the field beyond. She was fully nude, and she didn’t care.
A smile lit up her face and she giggled, another puff of gas drifting around her head. Eyes unfocused, she took a step forward, desire seizing her. She wanted more, needed more. More.
A thick knob pressed against her belly. Surprised, she looked down, spotting a curious protrusion mounted against the top of the plant’s rounded bottom. It looked nothing like a man’s dick - the fat end was flat and ridged, a purple stripe running from the tip around the bottom to its engorged base. Most of all, it was long, far longer than that of any man she had taken before.
Even so, she really wanted it inside her. Urgently, so. So urgent that her hips were wiggling with anticipation, a trickle of wetness gathering in her pussy. What had the plant’s gas done to her?
She didn’t know, but she needed it like water. Pressing her toes into the soil, she lifted herself up, wrapping her lips around the flower’s stigma a second time, breathing in deeply.
The plant obliged, more of its gas whooshing into her lungs, filling her to the brim with joy. Stunned, she barely noticed as the plant wrapped vines around her shoulders and thighs, lifting her up and onto its throbbing penis-like protrusion.
The flat end of its penis popped past her inner lips, jolting upwards into her tunnel, filling her to the brim. She squealed through her nose as it began to throb, inflating and deflating to a set rhythm. She tried to move in closer to increase the pleasure it was giving her, but she was held firmly in place, her vagina flexing as its girth wobbled inside her.
Groaning, she wrapped her arms and legs around the stalk of the plant as it reamed her, all thoughts vanishing as a desperate need took her over. She sucked down as much of the gas as she could, feeling increasingly silly and dizzy.
She concentrated on the throbbing in her snatch, her breasts jiggling as the plant’s body throbbed in time with its dildo. The pace was increasing with every wobbling jiggle, the protrusion expanding a miniscule amount as it inflated slowly.
This made it easier for her to accommodate its girth, which was becoming much larger than that of a normal human male. She barely registered when the tip of the dildo opened up and a thick, hard object pushed down its length.
She was being bred by this plant. It was going to fill her with its seed and make her its seed bed. Satisfaction flowed throughout her body, more of a feeling than a thought. She took another breath of the gas, the idea of being a gigantic plant womb floating through her brain as if it had been placed there.
Her mind, devoid of other thoughts, seized upon the idea as if it was gospel. She was subservient to the plant, its servant. A breeding ground for more of its kin.
She gulped more gas. Breed me, she thought. Fill me up, pack me full of seed. Spread, and grow larger.
The plant did as she wanted, more hard seed pressing into her belly through her inflamed tunnel. She bucked her hips as a seed popped inside her, pleased at the wash of pleasure which flooded over her.
Rewarded, she did it again as the next seed plugged her tunnel. Locked in, the plant was pushing harder, filling her up faster. She pressed her breasts against its stalk, wrapping her arms around it so that she could touch herself.
Her breasts felt puffy, swollen. This must be a side effect of the gas. Pressing her fingers into the creamy soft skin of her boobs, she giggled into the plant, taking another drag of its gas. She liked the way it was making her feel, wishing she could be like this forever.
Unfortunately, the plant seemed to be slowing down, the seeds coming at irregular intervals. As the pleasure began to fade, she was jolted by a sudden orgasm that seized her body, her core muscles squeezing hard around the plant’s protrusion.
As she wiggled in pleasure, the last seed slipped inside, the plant’s dick immediately softening. She was sad that it was over, but look at what it had left behind!
Letting go of the flower’s stigma, she looked down, pleased, running her eyes over her bloated belly distended with its seeds. She ran her fingers over the swollen surface, pressing gently into the protruding skin. She could feel the sharp edges of the seeds nestled inside, her womb holding them comfortably. The future offspring of their union.
Taking a sharp breath in, she was suddenly extremely confused. Why was she okay with this? This wasn’t normal! This was so very wrong! She couldn’t believe that she had liked any part of the plant’s assault on her!
Neck hanging over, she retched, vague fear blossoming in her mind. Before she could even think of struggling, however, a large, wet tube had descended over her face, a tremendous suction pulling her upwards.
Her arms and legs dangled uselessly as she was pulled into the air, blood rushing to her head as she was held upside down. She couldn’t see anything, a terrible pressure pulling her downwards. The plant was swallowing her!
Unable to cry out, she struggled as much as she could, but there was very little wiggle room as she sunk into its stalk, the green exterior bulging as her head was pulled deeper inside.
Her nipples rubbed against the sides of its throat, its flesh pressing against her chest. The lack of air and sudden stimulation blossomed into a burst of pleasure in her brain. She briefly wondered if this was the last thing she’d ever feel.
The plant’s throat suddenly throbbed, pressing against her hips as it pulled her in deeper. With a sudden wet pop, she fell head first into the lower chamber, a shoulder smashing awkwardly against a spongy mound.
The rest of her body followed, her legs perched awkwardly against its rounded side. Stunned, she lay there for a moment in the dark, trying to get her bearings. Pushing against the warm, slimy wall, she got up onto her butt, resting her bottom against the cone-shaped mound below her.
She could breathe fine, now, but she was stuck here, and there wasn’t a lot of room. Reaching her arms out, she could easily touch both sides with her fingertips. Feeling around with her feet, she discovered there wasn’t a lot of room below her around the bottom of the mound, either.
Experimentally, she punched one of the rounded sides, but the creature absorbed her blow easily, her fist deflecting with a wet smack. Alarmed, she wasn’t sure what to do. What was it planning?
She began to panic, trying to stand up to thrust her way out, but her head smacked a closed orifice at the top of the sphere. She had been subsumed, totally enclosed in blackness.
Her heart lurched as a hissing sound came from below, the interior suddenly warming up. As she breathed, she became increasingly light headed. It was gassing her!
She snorted, giggling, thoughts fleeing her brain. If she had any hope of escape before, it had completely gone now, a dopey smile lighting up her face.
Collapsing onto the mound, her legs splayed out in front of her, pressing against the side of the plant. She began to rub her breasts, squeezing them to increase the pleasure that was beginning to warm her body. She felt good!
A gurgling sound burbled through the small chamber, her toes suddenly becoming wet. Were these digestion juices? Not very likely, as the liquid felt smooth and cool against her skin. If too much of it filled the chamber, however, she might end up drowning, left to be digested at its leisure.
A sudden sensation at her pussy surprised her, causing her to jump a little, her ass shifting backwards. On autopilot, her mind imagined dozens of small creatures crawling over her, but she quickly dismissed the image. It didn’t feel like that at all.
The tickling sensation came back, the tip of an invisible tentacle pressing against her inner lips. Was it going to fuck her again? Her body, permeated with the gas, was certainly ready for another go.
A thick knob pressed inside her, throbbing into her wet pussy. She moaned and squeezed her breasts harder, welcoming its presence. A feeling of fullness expanded, turning her on even more.
Unlike before, the pressure didn’t cease once the end of the knob hit her cervix. Instead, a flat platform spread around her privates, wrapping around her butt and mons, the plant’s appendage sticking to her like a suction cup. Cupping her like an upside down saddle, it gripped her lower body like a hand, lifting her off the floor.
Soon, her legs began to rise, her body suspended inside the plant by her hips. She was pushed farther upwards, her head ascending towards the plant’s lower orifice.
As her skull hit the opening, it slowly irised open, forcing her inside. She hyperventilated, concern creasing her brow. Would she suffocate in its throat? And was that any better than being drowned by its fluids, which were now cresting above her hips?
At any rate, what she wanted didn’t matter any more - the plant was in complete control of her body. The irresistible pressure from below increased further, her head pressing up into the stalk. She held her breath, hoping that it would push her all the way out.
Instead, the pressure slowed once she was half way up, leaving her head lodged inside its throat. She jerked her head around, trying to push herself up further, but it was useless, the rubbery stalk gripping tightly around her face like a mask.
Quickly running out of air, she saw stars in her eyes, her vision going black as her head pounded. She opened her mouth to scream, and rubbery material flowed inside, compacting against her cheeks as it covered her teeth.
Fresh air flowed inside, filling her lungs with the sweet breath of life. Heart racing, she took in a few deep breaths, sighing as her body slowly began to return to normal.
Her immediate needs met, she began to notice just how strange her situation was. She had been pushed up high enough so that both her head and chest were embedded inside the plant’s stalk, her breasts squeezed tightly by the rubbery material. From the exterior, it must look as though she was wearing a skintight outfit.
Her arms were locked next to her hips, pointing straight down, her feet dangling into the creature’s fluid, which by this point had completely filled the chamber below. The creature’s tentacle had lodged itself inside her pussy, but at this point it was simply supporting her, not stimulating her.
She tried to close her jaw, but found herself unable to. The material that had poured inside had set like a mold, coating the interior of her mouth evenly. Fortunately, this did leave her able to breathe properly, but her nose was still plugged and she could see and hear nothing. She had been entombed by the plant, unable to escape.
Curious, she flexed her muscles, trying to figure out what still worked. Without the gas fogging her brain, it was easy enough to run through her options systematically. What she discovered wasn’t particularly useful, however.
She was quite able to bend her neck and upper body, the top of the flower swaying above her, but her lower hips were completely trapped, held against the roof of the flower’s pod. Trying to flex them did provide a small amount of pleasure, however, making it difficult for her to think about anything else.
It was like being bound in a sex dungeon, waiting for your mistress to return and sexually torture you. The only difference being, she had no idea what the plant wanted from her. She had never heard of this variety before, and still wasn’t sure whether it was going to eat her or transform her in some strange way.
There had always been rumors about the strange creatures of the lower floors, but nothing like these had ever been seen above level twenty, or she definitely would have heard of it. Adventurers loved spinning yarns about their travails into the lower dungeons while eating, and she delighted listening to them while puttering about her open kitchen.
There were still those reports about the missing girls, though. Had this been where they had vanished off to? She had noticed that some of the plants in the rear had definitely eaten something before she had been sprayed with the gas. It was quite possible that more women had been scooped up by these plants, just like she had.
Not that any of this helped her now. As she sat on the strange saddle, she began to calm down a little, though the ever present fear of being digested was still there, just below the surface.
More than that, however, after a while what she began to feel most keenly was boredom. The plant wasn’t doing anything to her at all. She could feel the flower top flexing upwards, looking towards the sun, but beyond that, nothing.
Her muscles began to ache from the tight restriction, so she tried to move around to relieve some of the tension. That was when she noticed that she was starting to feel good below.
The tendril that had plugged her pussy stirred within her, giving her hope that if she was enough of a bother, the plant would dispense with her. This seed of a plan wasn’t much, but it was all she had. She began to struggle, moving her arms and legs as much as her bound state would allow.
Trying her best, she shoved outwards on the plant’s stalk with her hands, attempting to puncture a hole with her fingernails. The wall appeared to be impenetrable, giving only a little as she pushed with all her strength. She found little purchase on the fleshy interior, unable to create even a small hole.
That idea was a bust. Perhaps if she could shift her hips she could get more leverage? She wiggled back and forth, trying to lodge herself in a position that would increase her size in the plant’s throat.
She hissed as the tendril stuffed inside her twisted from her motions, a spike of pleasure lighting up her loins. She was suddenly quite aroused, and couldn’t stop herself from twisting more to increase the friction.
This was wrong. Why did it feel so good?
Moaning through her frozen mouth, she ground herself against the saddle which cupped her loins, bracing her legs against the interior of the plant so that she could increase her movements.
She couldn’t believe she was seriously trying to get off this way, but it was too late to back out now. Her skin was on fire, her breasts shuddering against the plant’s stalk as its ribbed tendril rubbed against her tunnel. If this continued, she’d reach an orgasm in no time.
And what then? Pleasuring herself wouldn’t set her free. She’d be right back where she started, stuck inside the plant.
With that morose thought, she settled back down. It suddenly didn’t seem quite as exciting to be trapped like this, because it wasn’t voluntary. She hadn’t given control over her body to someone else purposefully. This thing had taken it from her.
Abruptly, a hard knob pressed itself into her mouth. Surprised, she gagged on the soft protrusion as it rammed inside, past the spongy material that had coated her teeth, slipping easily into her throat. Choking on the sudden pressure, she was unable to do anything as her lungs were fully inflated. It was gassing her again!
Unable to expel the gas through her mouth, she unconsciously tried to breath out through her nose. She was grateful to find that somehow a passage had opened up into her nostrils, allowing the gas to escape naturally. She could breathe properly again, but only if she accepted the creature’s gas.
Not again! She didn’t want to lose her mind to its influence, but she had no choice. Her throat jerked as a giggle escaped from her nostrils. It was making her feel funny.
She was quickly becoming aroused again, and this time there appeared to be little reason to resist. She couldn’t imagine why she had been so worried when the plant was clearly trying to take care of her, feeding her this yummy gas that made her feel so good.
Better yet, the tendril in her pussy was beginning to flex, the end stretching a little further to press into the fleshy pocket near her cervix. The throbbing end pressed against her bloated womb, reminding her of the multitude of seeds that had been packed inside her.
Her entire body vibrated as the tendril pulsed and throbbed, inflating a little as it rattled inside her. Unable to scream, she groaned nonstop through her nose, forgetting everything as she was buoyed higher on waves of pleasure.
The knob in her mouth pulled half way out, the end expanding to lock itself in place. A wet gush of liquid splashed down her throat, which she eagerly swallowed. She had no idea what it was feeding her, but her mind was elsewhere. The creature could do anything it wanted to her body at this point and she wouldn’t protest.
Her brain sparked, an orgasm exploding through her tiny world. Held tightly by the plant, she vibrated, her breasts rubbing against the sides of the stalk. This only served to increase the stimulation further, pulses of pleasure wracking her body for over a minute.
Eventually, she began to come back down, breathing quickly through her nose. The plant wasn’t pumping more gas into her now, but it hadn’t removed the knob blocking her mouth, either. Perhaps it was preparing for another go later?
The thought made her body tingle with pleasure. She had never experienced sex like that before!
It was a little frightening how much she wanted to do it again. She was getting addicted. Heaven knew what she would do if the plant actually let her go at this point. Would she come back to it and let it have its way with her again?
The plant didn’t appear to be loosening around her, however. Whatever its purpose was, it still wanted her right where it had her.
Waiting for a few minutes, she enjoyed the afterglow, worry growing as the gas wore off again. Strangely, the world seemed brighter than it had before, as if her perception was being tweaked.
Was the liquid she had been forced to drink changing her? She could believe that to be true, as she knew of several documented cases of adventurers being transformed by the monsters they encountered.
Usually it wasn’t permanent, but for many of those delvers who disappeared entirely it was impossible to know what happened to them. Were they killed, or had they been transformed into something completely unrecognizable?
It took her a little while to realize that she could see again. It was subtle at first, a blur of motion catching her attention. As she followed the movement, the definition began to increase. She was sitting in the middle of a group of plants, their tendrils waving lazily.
The light from above had vanished, casting shadows over the fields. What little remained was a bright white. Moonlight. Had she really been trapped in the plant for that long already?
Surprisingly, yes. She was sure of it, since she suddenly felt extremely fatigued. She had come down to the fourth floor in the early afternoon, and was just about to finish up when she had been captured. It was entirely possible that she had been out of it that long, since the gas she had been exposed to could have left her somnolent for long periods.
At any rate, she was tired. Being in a constant state of stress most of the day had worn her out. She couldn’t struggle any more tonight.
Whatever plans she could cook up would have to wait for tomorrow. She relaxed her muscles as much as she could, letting herself sway along with the plant. As her breathing settled into a regular pattern, she drifted away.
***
She snorted through her nose as she woke up, thinking for a moment that she was back in her restaurant, snoozing while waiting for customers on a slow, lazy afternoon. No such luck.
The plant hadn’t moved overnight, remaining in the same field. Small rays of yellowish morning light were just beginning to play over the neatly planted rows, now overrun with dozens upon dozens of the invasive plant species.
She blinked her eyes. Now that she could see clearly, she was surprised at how many of them there were.
She had only caught a glimpse of them yesterday, but now she could properly study them in detail. There wasn’t much general variation between them, at least not for those that weren’t storing something inside them.
Bulbous bellies, thin stalks, sunflower looking heads, and a mess of tendrils was all they were - to start with. However, many of them had clearly caught other women, just like her, and those looked quite different.
Entombed within the plant, their upper bodies were crammed into each plant’s stalk, the sunflower top dangling lazily. Greenish plant material covered their bodies, clinging to them tightly like a cocoon. Their mouths were stuck open like fishes gulping for air, large ridges of organic material built up around their eyes.
Father down, their pot bellies were held tightly by the plants, showing off the huge amount of seeds that had been packed into their wombs. Overall, they gave off the impression of plant-like snowmen.
She knew she looked just like them, a bound surrogate mother, waiting for the next step of the plant’s life cycle. For some reason, that thought was stoking her libido, a small trickle of wetness lubricating the tendril plugged into her snatch. The plant must have already changed her to want it. How many more changes were in store for her?
She sighed, slowly coming to an acceptance that there would be no way for her to stop it. Rescue would not be coming in time to prevent whatever the plant was going to do to her. She hoped the changes wouldn’t be too drastic.
Her eyes darted over the plants, looking for others that might have been transformed further. Turning her head, she stopped when she found one who looked a little different than the others.
The organic material had peeled away over her chest, revealing her enlarged breasts, chest thrust outwards. Her nipples were distended, a small droplet of purple liquid dripping from each of them.
Her belly was enormous, two vine-like tubes wrapping around her sides. The ends of the tubes were plugged into her body, flexing as she breathed. Could the plant be pumping some kind of liquid into her? That would explain why her belly was so distended.
The plant shifted a little, turning in place to reveal the woman’s side. Her arms had been pulled behind her, hands placed at the small of her back. A large, rounded pod sat on the woman’s upper back, its translucent skin revealing the liquid sloshing inside. The other end of the tubes feeding her belly terminated here at the lower end of the pod. The entire system must be gravity fed!
The captive woman burped, an opening appearing near the bottom of the stalk. She rotated her hips forward, revealing a small hole. Sighing as she closed her eyes, the woman strained hard.
A rounded, brown object worked its way through the hole, popping out and falling to the ground. The plant took a short step forward, balancing on the tendrils that spread out from its base. Another object popped out.
It took her a few minutes to figure out what was happening. The woman’s seeds had been fertilized, and the plant was moving around to ensure that they were spread evenly. This was how the plants propagated themselves!
If so, was she going to end up like that woman, with hugely engorged breasts? What would that process feel like? Her loins began to stir, looking forward to being violated by the plant once again.
That wasn’t the plant’s intent, however. Her plant’s flower waved wildly above her head as she looked down in surprise, two painful jabs digging into her flesh right above her bloated womb.
While she had been distracted, the sharp end of two tubes had penetrated through the hard outer wall of the plant’s stalk, pressing straight into her stomach. The tubes turned purple as cool fluid rushed through them, a loud burp exploding from her open mouth.
Liquid gurgled in her stomach, sloshing as she attempted to move. She was being fed by the plant directly!
Now that she was looking for it, there did appear to be something heavy resting against her back. The pod must have grown overnight while she had been unconscious. She simply hadn’t noticed it because her body was quickly becoming habituated to the strange transformation she was undergoing.
Her hips wiggled, still uncomfortable with the tubes that had penetrated her, but they were quickly becoming background noise. Besides, something was happening with her breasts that demanded her attention.
They felt more sensitive and colder than usual. Peering down, she took in a sharp breath. The outer layer of the plant’s stalk had pulled tightly inwards, splitting apart where her breasts were located. Her flesh had been squeezed out of two holes, exposing the orbs of flesh.
She felt an urgent need to touch them, but that was impossible with how she was bound. She was forced to watch as her nipples became as hard as pebbles. She shifted her butt, desiring stimulation, but the plant didn’t appear willing to give it.
Fortunately, she didn’t have long to wait, as two looping green tendrils moved in front of her. She could almost confuse these tendrils for branches, as leaves sprouted from their length, though up close they resembled vines. Large, gray cups dangled downwards from their ends, hiding whatever might be inside.
She had seen these earlier, before she had been captured. What she hadn’t seen then was the oval bulges embedded in the vines a few inches up from the cups. The green outer layer of each bulge was translucent, showing off the purple liquid encapsulated inside. This must be similar to the fluid being pumped into her stomach. She stared at them, curious as to what might come next.
The bell ends rotated, showing off their interiors. She shuddered as she spotted the sharp needles hidden inside, immediately knowing and fearing their purpose. She drew her head back and squeezed her eyes shut as they moved towards her breasts, pinching her thumbs against her forefingers to prepare for the pain.
As the tips of the needles penetrated her breasts, she was surprised to find that it wasn’t as bad as she had feared. Though these cups had more needles than the tubes that had penetrated her belly, they sank into her flesh with surprising softness. Perhaps an anaesthetic solution was secreted on the tips.
She was now more curious than afraid. Opening her eyes, she studied the cups that now sat over the globes of her breasts. The gray cups were mottled, greenish veins tracing over their surface. The bottoms had a thick lip which sat against the base of her breasts, pushing into her chest.
There was no sucking action involved, just a slight pulsation as purple fluid was injected into her. The pods containing the fluid gurgled as the liquid sloshed inside, the amount stored within markedly lower than before. It was pumping the fluid into her.
Her breasts were becoming remarkably more tender, wobbling as they visibly expanded. Purple veins pulsed just under the surface, carrying the fluid directly into her blood supply. She should be more concerned about this, but she doubted that this was any worse than the large amount of the substance being directly injected into her belly.
Besides, whatever this drug was, it was making her feel good. Her entire body had tensed up with arousal, her pussy gripping tightly around the protrusion inside her. At the rate things were going, she might even experience an orgasm without any further stimulation!
She breathed out sharply as the needles retracted, a sudden suction coming from the cups. Her flesh distended, being pulled inside due to the pressure. Her breasts wobbled as the vines dropped towards the ground, the cups being held against her due to the negative pressure. Pulsing suction came alternately from her left breast, then the right, swapping back and forth. Was it… milking her?
The plant’s knob began to pulse inside her, growing larger. The plant clearly intended to link this sucking action with pure pleasure. There was nothing she could do to stop it. The only way to keep her sanity was to give in and press her butt forward to increase the stimulation in her pussy.
Moaning through her open mouth, she imagined being elsewhere. She was locked in a stall, being milked like a cow. A bull had his thick cock inside her, fucking her roughly. At each thrust of his dick, her breasts swayed enticingly in the milkers, fluid draining away from her into a metal cylinder filled with her milk. Her output would be fed to the masses, addicting them to her juices.
This mental image, combined with the throbbing length of the plant embedded inside her, was sufficient to trigger another orgasm. She savored the sensations, holding herself rigid as her muscles clenched. Damn, did this feel good! The plant really knew how to work her over!
She was alarmed at a fleeting pulse of affection that ran through her mind. This was bad. She was starting to like what the plant was doing to her!
The two cups on her breasts popped off, dropping away. Her breasts bounced up, held straight by the fibrous plant material surrounding them. The surface of her flesh was dotted with pinpricks of red where the needles had been inserted, but there was surprisingly little blood.
Near her nipples, a small amount of the purplish fluid remained. It was drying off quickly, making the tips of her breasts feel cool. There was no evidence that she had produced the fluid, as she had imagined, but her assets had definitely grown a little bit larger.
She idly wondered what the end goal of all this might be. The plant had bred her and clearly intended to use her as a mother to propagate more of itself, but she really had no idea why it would expend so much effort to pump up her breasts. Even if the process was really erotic, she had no idea what the point was. Perhaps that would be revealed in time - the plant certainly wasn’t talking to her.
It was, however, taking her somewhere. She groaned as the ribbed tentacle in her pussy vibrated up and down, the plant rotating towards the back of the field. It began to walk forward on its leafy feet, giving her a ride as she was taken across the loamy soil. The other plants had turned as well, with a singular purpose, bringing their precious cargo with them as they reached the periphery. Where were they being taken?
Near the rear of the field, another aqueduct gurgled with water. Her plant stepped over it nimbly, proceeding further back to the wall. At first, she thought there were no breaks in the stone, but as the plants moved closer, she noticed that there was a hidden passageway.
The aqueduct did not go down this passageway, but as her plant took a step down, she noticed a second channel below it. This one also carried water, a veritable stream. It took her a few moments to understand, but when she did, she recognized the genius of the arrangement.
The entire field was acting like an enormous planter box. Irrigation water was fed in from the top, filtered down through the loamy soil, with any excess being output here. This helped to prevent the growing plant’s roots from rotting.
That was all well and good, but she had never been back here before. She had no idea where all this excess water was going. She cursed her past self for being so incurious - it wouldn’t have taken much of her time to find this exit if she had been looking for it. That must mean there were far more dangerous passageways connecting to the fourth floor than she knew about.
That was irrelevant now, however. She was well and truly captured, and it didn’t appear as though the plant would give her any opportunity to escape. As she sat inside it, she felt as though she was in the middle of gestating into a new creature, and she had no idea what form she would take once it was done.
The passageway narrowed into a small corridor, the plants walking with their legs spread over the channel below in single file. After a short distance, the end opened up into a larger chamber. She could hear the roaring sound of a waterfall ahead, and her heart lurched.
Watching the bobbing heads of the flowers, she spotted the one at the front making a small leap into the air before dropping downwards. This seemed like a ride she didn’t wish to take, but she wasn’t in control. She had to have confidence that her plant knew what it was doing.
The regular plodding of the train of plants continued, one after another disappearing off the edge of the cliff ahead. As she came closer, she noted that the room beyond was a tall rectangle, with gold brick walls. There was a single skylight above, the resulting ray of light shining against the back wall. No natural chamber, this.
Soon, it was her turn. Her stomach lurched as she peered over the edge. It flipped a few times as she noted the large pool below, filled with a group of plants that were rapidly swimming for the sides. At least she wouldn’t drown. A rush of anxiety ran up her spine as her plant jumped. Freefall.
Her entire body jolted as the bottom of the plant impacted the water, the tendril embedded in her pussy ramming inside her. Her entire body pressed further into the plant, the saddle supporting her like a shock absorber. She was soon pushed back up into her regular position, the stalk holding her rigidly in place.
A great gush of water exploded around her, the bottom end of the plant impacting the surface. For a moment, she thought that she would tilt over, but the plant spread out its limbs, stabilizing them as they naturally rocked back and forth, remaining upright. The bottom of the plant acted like a float due to the small amount of air trapped inside, keeping them near the surface.
Bemused, she bobbed softly up and down in the water as the plant’s tendrils began to splash around her, swimming towards the side. It was scary, sure, but after the fact, she actually kind of… enjoyed it. She wasn’t really looking forward to doing it again, but it wasn’t half as bad as she had imagined.
When they neared the edge of the pool, she wondered briefly how they were going to get out. The bricks on the edge were rounded from years of use, and were also quite slippery from the water being splashed about.
She was surprised to find another plant waiting for them. This one also had a woman embedded inside, her enormous breasts sticking out through the plant’s stalk. The tips of her nipples were hidden beneath two red flowers that appeared to be attached to them, the interior funneling down into her breasts. A low noise emitted from her open mouth, and the tendrils of her plant stretched towards Maria.
Her own plant reached out its vine like hands and they curled around each other. They gripped together tightly, and she was pulled from the pool, the leafy feet at the bottom of her plant scurrying over the side.
The eyes of the woman trapped in the other plant appeared kind. Did she imagine a potential smile creasing the ridge of plant flesh holding her mouth into that O shape?
Maria’s heart warmed, and she tried to return the favor, though she was unable to accomplish much in her bondage. She wasn’t alone!
Their burbling bellies touched as their plants came in close contact. She made a noise in greeting, and the other woman’s breasts heaved in what could easily be mistaken as a chuckle. She wanted to ‘talk’ to her more, but the woman’s plant turned around, feet wobbling forward into the passageway. Perhaps there would be another opportunity later, though she couldn’t charitably call what she had just experienced communication in any meaningful way.
The plants were gathering up ahead in a crowd. Cramming in close, she noted even more captured victims. Out of the dozens of plants, at least ten of them were occupied with large pods on their backs, bulging bellies barely visible.
The plant that had helped her out of the pool was moving to the front of the crowd, near a set of golden doors. One of the plant’s tendrils reached out and pressed a button.
A rumbling growl came from the wall in front of them, a golden dial lighting above the top of the opening. A ringing ding filled the corridor, and the double doors creaked open. Maria gasped. She knew what this was! An elevator!
No wonder the plants had been able to infiltrate the fourth floor. If they had access to an elevator, they could originate from anywhere within the dungeon! Worse, that meant they were potentially going to go somewhere deep. She gulped.
The plants shuffled inside, turning their cargo around to face the door as it slid shut. A tendril of one of the plants reached out to press a code into the panel on the wall, and the box lurched. To her surprise, she was being pushed into the floor. They were rising upwards!
Did that mean they were being taken outside? Certainly some of the people in the village above should spot them and begin an investigation, right? Hope began to rise in her breast, but she quickly dashed it. The dungeon had been built into a huge mountain, and she had no idea where this particular elevator exited.
Besides, she had been significantly changed already, and she didn’t know whether or not she could actually live separately from the plant any more. Her stomach gurgled and she exhaled softly, feeling alone. The liquid being pumped inside her could be addictive, and if she was removed, she might wither and die. That morbid thought stayed with her as the elevator dinged, reaching its programmed floor.
As the plants plodded outside, she gaped. The elevator’s door had opened at the bottom of a cliff, a small rocky crag emptying out into a wide, rolling green field encircled by tall evergreen trees. Wildflowers spilled out over the meadow in a riot of colors, swaying slowly in a warm breeze. It was beautiful!
The plants spread out as they infiltrated the field, taking up random positions. Hers walked for a longer distance than the others, stopping near the slowly creaking trunks of the forest, her flower head turning up to watch the sun.
It was calm and quiet, but she was anything but. This taste of almost freedom was getting to her, and she wished for something to happen. Anything.
She soon got her wish, for after a few minutes she began to hear the telltale sound of buzzing. There must be a bee hive nearby. Dizzy, she began to understand why the plants had come out here, exposing themselves. They meant to be fertilized!
Fearful, she watched the forest, peering through the vast trunks. At first, she could see nothing through the underbrush, but soon she spotted large, yellow creatures, floating through the air.
As they moved closer, she was able to make out their features. They came in the shape of human girls, but she knew for a certainty that they were not humans. These were wild bees, known for the sweetness of their honey. They were hard to escape when aroused, but there were many who tried to steal some of their precious nectar, as it fetched high prices on the open market.
She had never done such things herself, preferring to buy what she needed. They were just too dangerous to mess with, and now she found herself at their mercy. What could they want with her?
A single buzzing girl made a bee line for her, her four wings beating the air. She buzzed brightly as she floated, her bulbous abdomen a bright yellow with black stripes. Her arms looked similar to that of a human’s, though the palm of each of her hands contained a black, circular hole. Her legs ended in spear points, which she would doubtless use to lightly perch herself on the flowers she plundered.
There was no mistaking her for a human, however, as her eyes were pitch black, her long tongue sticking out of her mouth in a spiral. She could already imagine its length sticking down her throat, and she shuddered.
She wasn’t going to have a choice, however. The girl was approaching awfully close, the thrumming of her wings echoing through the air. The smile on the girl’s face calmed her a little, though she was beginning to have a very good idea of what the bee was looking for.
The bee girl’s arms reached out, her fingers sliding over Maria’s breasts. She jerked lightly as a severe suction commenced, drawing Maria’s nipples deep inside. She groaned as pressure built up in her breasts, liquid beginning to spurt out of her.
The bee girl hummed in pleasure, settling her body on top of Maria. Her legs wrapped around Maria’s waist, holding her tightly in place as her hands continuously tugged on Maria’s breasts. The fluid began to squirt from within her more quickly, the large amount the plant had pumped into her now being taken by this bee.
The bee girl wasn’t done, however. Her long tongue began to unroll, its slimy wetness slapping against Maria’s cheek. The sensation was slightly dulled by the plant’s organic material which was tightly wrapped over her face, but it still felt unpleasant. She closed her eyes, knowing full well what was coming next.
As she had expected, a warm length of the tongue slipped into her mouth, plunging towards the back of her throat. She took in a quick breath and held it, trying her best to relax as the long appendage was pushed into her throat.
Down, down it descended, her esophagus pulsing as it swallowed the length inside her. She could feel it stirring within her belly, moving around as it slurped at her stomach contents. The fluid the plant was injecting into her must be the nectar they were looking to collect.
The tongue retreated, the thin length pulling up and out of her throat. She shook, shuddering at how ticklish it felt. Her eyes cracked open and she gasped.
The bee girl’s face was only a few mere inches away from hers. Although her eyes had no pupil, the way her brows were creased made her look tender. Somehow she was getting the sense that this girl cared for her, even if she was only her food supply.
She ran her gaze over the bee’s soft cheeks, settling on her warm lips. Oh, what she would give to be able to kiss them at this point, but it was impossible! Her mouth was fixed open by the plant, permanently. The only way that could happen would be if the bee did it herself.
She groaned and shifted her butt, surprised to find that the plant’s tendril inside her was tugging itself out, her hips being shifted forward. Confused, she allowed her body to be manipulated as the bee’s tongue came again, taking a few deep breaths through her nose before it crammed itself down her throat.
Her eyes widened as the girl moved in closer, pressing her wet lips over Maria’s mouth. Had the girl read her mind? This was just what she had been hoping for!
As the girl’s tongue rummaged around in her belly, she jerked in surprise as she felt an unfamiliar tickling sensation at her privates. She jerked her head forward, forcing the bee girl’s head back so she could take a look below.
The bee girl’s striped abdomen had curled around, a thick protrusion extending from the end. To her eyes, it looked like nothing more than a penis. The fat end probed at her plant’s stalk, locating a hole down below that had opened up. The bee girl… was going to fuck her!
The bee girl buzzed her wings and pressed against Maria, causing her to choke on the tongue. Realizing her distress, the bee girl extracted her tongue again, pulling the entirety of the long spiral into her mouth.
The bee shuddered as she groaned in ecstasy, pushing her body forward at the same time, the fat head of her dick entering inside the plant. At first, Maria felt nothing, but as the bee stuffed it in further, the lower end of her tunnel began to throb around the intruder. Her vagina had somehow been connected to the tube the plant had made, and now she was going to be speared by the bee girl’s cock!
She moaned and closed her eyes as the knot of the bee girl’s head pushed into her. She had never experienced anything quite like it before - she could barely feel the entire length of the creature’s penis. Instead, it felt as though a large marble was being rolled around inside her, roughly rubbing her juicy tunnel.
She couldn’t imagine liking anything like this in her previous life, but the plant was changing her. She wasn’t even certain how much of her was left any more. Mating with a bee girl had certainly never been on her bucket list.
Which is why it was so disturbing that it felt so good. She was even secretly hoping that the bee girl would kiss her again, though she could do without another encounter with her tongue.
No such luck. The bee girl was diving in again, her long tongue slipping between Maria’s lips. Resigned for another bout, Maria took a few deep breaths to oxygenate herself before the slippery end popped through.
Her throat clenched around the thin tongue as it dived downwards. She swallowed again to help it enter, knowing that the sooner the bee got what it was looking for, the sooner it would finish assaulting her.
Besides, surprisingly, the combined sensations were driving her crazy. The tickling tongue, oxygen deprivation, and that marble-like penis plumbing her depths was sending her to heights of arousal she could never have reached with her human partners. The tips of her breasts were being teased by the bee girl’s suction, throbbing with desire as her fluid spurted into the creature.
If this was the way monsters felt when mating, did that make her want to be a monster too? Was she beginning to… love what the plant had done to her?
Her lips pressed against the soft warmth of the bee girl, desiring even more. Her vision was graying out, her pleasure surging. If she orgasmed now, she might just pass out. Would that be a bad thing?
She could feel the orgasm building, an enormous, pulsing heat inside her, thrumming with every beat of her heart. Her throat jerked, gasping for air that wasn’t coming. Lights exploded in her eyes, dazzling her with their brilliance.
With a great yank, as if the bee girl was an angler, she pulled her head back, sucking up her tongue. The edges rubbed against her throat, sparking desire in Maria’s hypoxia addled brain. Unleashed, the orgasm exploded, pulsing throughout her entire body.
Pleasure blossomed in her nipples and she began to gush, so much fluid exploding out of her breasts that the bee girl’s hands couldn’t swallow it all. The pressure built up, popping the suction seals clean off. Her breasts wobbled as pressurized purple fluid spattered all over the bee.
At the same time, the knot in her pussy began to swell up, a warmth injecting into her, pulsing in time with her heartbeat as she wheezed for breath. The bee girl kept the bulbous end of her dick inside Maria as it finished throbbing, a gush of white fluid exploding from her snatch.
As the orgasm wound down, she was an absolute mess. Her throat was raw from the violation, her nipples wet with purplish fluid. Her snatch was still leaking some of the bee’s cum, sticky globules running down over the plant’s rotund base. There was no mistaking that she had been violated.
Yet, she didn’t feel bad about it. The pleasure she had just experienced was tremendous, and although she didn’t want to experience it again right away, she couldn’t really say that she disliked it.
Not when the bee girl was looking over her so lovingly, her long tongue rolling out to lick up the excess fluid that had ejected from her breasts. She gurgled her laughter as the tip of the tongue swirled around her nipples, the sticky sides lapping up every last drop of her excretions.
Her hips were shifting again, the hole on the front of the plant closing off. She wouldn’t need to worry about that mess, either, as what remained wasn’t drying up on her body. That was the plant’s problem.
Her belly was burbling, the slobbery mess of the bee girl’s semen interacting with the seeds stored inside her belly. She got the faint idea that they had been fully fertilized, and hoped that she would be able to finish gestating them soon. This bloated feeling was getting old fast, but she suspected she would simply have to get used to it.
Her body had been made into a seed bed. This was simply her purpose now, and she had to make the best of it. Oh how she wished she could touch herself!
Deflating at that thought, she breathed out a low moan of frustration. In response, the bee girl sang a short humming tune, her tongue licking around Maria’s face as she withdrew her abdomen.
She blinked, happy at the small kindness. It wasn’t the bee girl’s fault that she was trapped like this, after all.
Drawing her tongue all the way in, the bee girl gave her a short peck on the cheek, her wings beating the air around her. Her body floated up and away, her striped abdomen winking at Maria as she turned to re-enter the forest.
She silently said goodbye, hoping that this wasn’t the last time she would encounter the girl. She seemed fairly sympathetic. As much as a monster could be, anyway.
She burped, an explosion of air passing through her mouth. It must have been accidentally swallowed during one of the bee girl’s nectar gathering sessions.
Nonplussed, she watched, exhausted, as a swarm of the bee girls flew off into the forest, their job finished. This was a mighty odd way of producing honey, but it seemed to work for them.
Her pussy twitched as the plant’s tendril wormed its way back into her core, swelling to lock itself in place. Her belly jiggled, feeling pleasantly full. Overall, this didn’t feel half bad - if she discounted the fact that she still couldn’t use her arms or legs.
Her plant spun in place, trotting back across the meadow along with the other plants. Her eyes slid over them, only mildly curious, until she spotted the plant occupied by a woman she recognized.
It was normally impossible to differentiate between the different captured women, but this one’s breasts had the twin red flowers gracing them, unlike any of the others. Curiosity blossomed within her. Could this be the oldest one among them?
She certainly appeared to be the most transformed out of all of them - her features were well defined underneath the tight constriction of the plant’s stalk, and her face was far less green than the others. Perhaps, with time, the layer covering her face had thinned. It was almost as though the woman was… ripening within the plant.
A sudden surge of desire sparked within her. She wanted to know more about this woman, but there didn’t seem to be a way for her to communicate what she wanted to her plant. She watched in frustration as the woman got away from her, vanishing into the crowd ahead as they all grouped up at the cliff side.
She kept looking during the cramped elevator ride downwards, her curiosity consuming her. She barely even noticed when the elevator stopped at the fourth floor, the plants stepping off into an unfamiliar corridor.
Hanging back, she studied each plant in turn, hoping to spot the woman, but as the last one stepped off without her familiar form appearing, she suspected that she must have gone ahead, leading the bunch. A leader?
Confused, her mind whirled in circles, thinking of the implications. If the collection of plants had a leader, then there must be some form of intelligence behind their behavior. If they had intelligence, then they must be guided. And if they were guided, then… was the woman some kind of evil magician, or a mad scientist?
If so, why would she choose to be bound and treated like a sex object by one of the sunflower plants? Unless she was an absolute degenerate who got off on such things, she couldn’t imagine the woman had been captured on purpose.
Either way, she wanted to know. If there was something out there beyond being a breeding seed bed for this plant, she wanted to hear about it.
Her breath caught as she realized that she was being left behind. Why hadn’t her plant kept up with the others? It had never seemed to care what she was thinking about before.
The muffled sound of the passing plants was fading, enhancing the echoes left behind. Water dribbled from golden pipes that lined the ceiling, collecting in small pools on either side of the corridor. A groaning rumble came infrequently from a rounded drum resting against the wall.
A sense of urgency seized her. She didn’t want to be left behind! In her current state, anything could happen to her. She could fall down a well, or a monster could attack her. She could only make tonal noises with her mouth locked open, and she doubted any humans were around to help anyway - if they even would with how she looked now.
With a flurry of motion, her plant’s legs spun into action, carrying her careening down the hallway. Now it seemed to feel a sense of urgency, but it was a little too late - the last of the other plants had vanished around a corner, and she wasn’t sure if she could catch up to them.
Feet padding quickly over the stone floor, her plant followed as fast as it could. Her body swaying wildly, she gasped as a dark figure appeared in front of her. Unable to stop, her plant rammed into the bulk of the plant in front of her, their bulbous bases bouncing against each other.
Off balance, she could feel herself beginning to topple. Panicking, she tried to reach out to stabilize herself, but it was useless, her arms still trapped against her sides. She watched the stone floor coming up towards her in slow motion, a sharp groan escaping her mouth.
A thick tendril lassoed itself around her upper chest, arresting her fall. Surprised, she grunted as a second tendril looped smoothly around and under her belly, helped to set her back upright.
Balance regained, she stared at the other plant, with questions in her eyes. Without a doubt, this was the plant that contained the woman she had been curious about. There was so much she wanted to ask her, but couldn’t say. All she could come up with was a low honk.
A low chuckle came from the other woman, her eyes kind. Her plant shuffled forward a few inches and she leaned over, her exposed breasts pressing against Maria’s. This wouldn’t have been an erotic occasion for her just a few short days ago, but the juice the plant was feeding her was keeping her constantly aroused. The friction of their nipples rubbing together made her moan endlessly, staring at the other woman with desire.
The mysterious woman blinked, watching Maria carefully with full consideration. After a long moment, she straightened up, having made up her mind about something. Two small, green tendrils extended from behind her head, each of them ending in small points.
Maria drew back, but they followed her head, reaching out to press into the thick plant matter that covered both of her ears. Perhaps the other woman meant to transmit something to her? In that case, she had best let this happen.
A muffled pressure came at her ears, then a sudden pop. There was something soft pressing inside! For a moment, she panicked, imagining the tendrils pushing all the way into her brain.
When the tickling movement stopped, she blinked. Of course that couldn’t happen - there was no direct connection between her ears and her brain. The worst that could happen was her eardrums could be punctured and she’d lose hearing. That wasn’t good, either, but that didn’t appear to be the other woman’s intent.
Instead, a sudden rushing sound came through both of her ears, followed by a tinny voice. “It always takes a bit to figure out how to use these properly,” said the far off voice, which slowly became louder. “Can you hear me?”
Maria nodded, slowly becoming accustomed to the strange ear plugs. The woman’s smooth voice was at a comfortable level now, as if they were sitting in the same room together.
“Good!” exclaimed the other woman, a small tinkle of laughter coming through the connection. “I know you believe that you have limited means of response right now, but that’s not strictly true. You’re still a newborn - you haven’t figured out how to control your plant, just yet.”
Maria breathed out quickly, her pulse increasing. If what the woman said was true, then… she wouldn’t be completely trapped forever. She wanted to scream at her, to ask her what she meant. This was all so new and confusing.
“I can tell that you’re freaking out. Don’t worry, I’ll walk you through it.” The woman paused for a moment, as if collecting her thoughts. “Let me start with this: right now, you only think you don’t have control, but you do.”
Maria frowned internally, shaking her head a little. “That illustrates my point perfectly,” continued the woman. “If you had no control, then your plant would have trotted along blissfully with the others, but you told your plant to stop moving, unconscious or otherwise. There’s no other explanation for it. The plant has finished integrating its nervous system into yours.”
Maria wanted to deny her again, but sensed that she was telling the truth. The plant had seemed to respond to her thoughts, helping her to hold back earlier, and speeding up to try and catch up when she had desired it. If that was true, what else could she ask the plant to do?
“You’re wondering now how you can ask it to interface with me,” chuckled the woman. “That’s simple enough. Give it a mental push and it will do as you ask.”
Was it really that simple? She stared directly at the other plant woman’s golden eyes, mentally ordering vines to shoot out and attack her ears. She frowned as nothing happened.
The other woman watched her with knowing eyes. “You tried to tell it how to do something, didn’t you? Try again, but this time tell it what you want.”
Ah. That made a certain sort of sense. She huffed, reformulating her thoughts. Fine. She wanted to be able to talk to this woman. It was incredibly frustrating having to listen without being able to respond.
A throbbing sensation pulsed in her brain. Motion came from behind her head, twin vines slicing through the air as they cast themselves towards the plant woman. She stood there stolidly, saying nothing as the sharp tips of the vines penetrated into her ears. Either she had done this before, or she had been expecting it.
“Good!” she exclaimed in Maria’s ears. Now, try thinking your thoughts at me. They will be converted into electrical impulses that will travel down the vines. There, they will be emitted as sound at the tips, allowing me to hear what you’re thinking.”
Maria creased her forehead. “Who… are you?” she sent, thinking at the woman as hard as she could.
The woman recoiled a little, shaking her head. The brilliant sunflower sitting on top bobbed back and forth. “Whoa! Calm down there, little lady, you’re a little loud!”
Maria cursed mentally, trying for a softer touch. “Who are you?” she asked, wonder sparking through her at this strange method of conversation.
The woman stopped cringing. “Ah, that’s so much better. You’ll get better at this, with time.” She paused, gathering her thoughts. “My name is Allium. Yes, like the onion plant. Don’t ask me why my parents thought that one was a good idea.”
Maria nodded her head. “Nice to meet you, Allium. I’m Maria. I run… ran a restaurant topside, called ‘The Adventurer’s Rest.’ Perhaps you may have heard of it?”
Allium nodded towards her. “Of course. It has the best mulled wine in all of Alfreiden. I used to eat there fairly often before, well, this happened to me.”
Maria leaned in close. “How did this happen to you? And why did it happen to me? Where did these plants come from?”
That the woman might have been a frequent customer didn’t matter too much to her. She really needed to know more about her current predicament.
Allium visibly deflated. “All of this is probably my fault. I convinced my party to descend past level twenty because we weren’t finding enough loot to sell in the upper levels. I had been getting pretty experienced as a ranger, and I thought we were ready to face the added challenge. I was… wrong.”
She thrust her chest out, leaning back a little. “When we ran into trouble, I did my best, but Bryan was eaten whole by some kind of enormous land piranha. You might laugh at the thought of a fish waddling on land, but it was no laughing matter to us. It ignored my fire arrows, shrugging off the damage as if it was nothing.”
She sighed through the link. “I didn’t see what happened to the other two. I was gassed from behind and eaten shortly thereafter. I’ve spent the last month being bound within this plant, and haven’t seen any trace of them. Of course, once I gained control over my plant, I didn’t stay down there willingly - I used the service elevator to get back up here, away from the horrible monstrosities on that level. Some of the other plants followed me, as it’s way safer up here. We can spend all day in the sun instead of fending off random predators.”
Maria smoothed out her angry thoughts, keeping them back from the link. The other girl could hardly have prevented her from being swallowed by this plant, though it was clearly her fault that they had managed to get up to this supposedly safe level. Cursing her out wouldn’t change anything, however. She needed to know more about her new existence - this woman had a lot more experience with the plants than she did.
“What’s next for me?” she asked hesitantly. “What is the plant going to do to me?”
Muffled laughter tickled her ears. “You need to reframe your thinking. You still believe, erroneously, that there is a difference between you and your plant.”
Maria frowned. “But there is a difference. The plant… ate me. It’s doing something to me, transforming me, but I’m still me.”
A low hum licked at her ears. “That’s where you’re mistaken. There’s no real difference between your body and its now - they have been hopelessly intertwined. Even if you wanted to divorce yourself from its influence, that would be impossible. It is you.”
Agitated, Maria’s body shook with fear. “That can’t be true. If we took the elevator all the way up, certainly someone in town would know a way to get us out!”
Allium shook her head sadly. “Don’t you think I’ve already considered that? I’ve seen first hand what adventurers do to those of us captured by the plants. The first couple of times, they tried to dissect the plant and remove the captured women. Those poor girls died on the floor of the dungeon, experiencing some form of withdrawal. After that, they started kidnapping us for unknown scientific purposes. I’ve been doing my best to keep us hidden, but it’s damn hard to avoid having some of us taken every so often.”
She straightened up, looking severely at Maria. “I mourn every one of us that vanishes. Exposing us would be a death sentence. Please don’t tell me that I’m being selfish, helping out these plants. I’m being practical, helping us to survive. This is who we are now. We must get used to it, no matter how strange it might look to others.”
Maria groaned. “Then what should I do? I want out!”
“Why?” asked Allium in a strange voice. “The plant is your home now. It’s in your own self interest to take care of it. Do you really want to do something that might harm your plant?”
“No, but… “ Maria’s voice faded out.
She was unable to find a counter to Allium’s inescapable logic. If she had more time, perhaps. While trapped in the plant, she certainly had plenty of that.
Only, she wasn’t exactly trapped any more. If she had control of the plant, control of this new body it had given her, she couldn’t claim that. Doing so would be petulant.
Allium made a low noise, leaning her head forward to rest her forehead against Maria’s. “I can give you more reasons to take care of your plant,” she said sultrily. “There are certain… benefits that you haven’t yet experienced once you integrate more thoroughly with it.”
Maria’s breath caught, her heart racing. She wasn’t certain why she was suddenly feeling so sweaty. “Really?” she asked. “What might those be?”
The organic matter surrounding the other woman rippled at her sides, splitting off into her arms, which had been trapped underneath. Maria gasped. She hadn’t had any idea that this was possible. How exciting!
Allium lifted her arms towards Maria, showing her the flat of her palms. Their time within the plant had changed them, coating them with a thin layer of the plant’s fibrous green material. Whorls of the material swirled over the tips of her fingers, creating varied patterns that she had trouble following.
The woman turned her hands over again, placing them on top of Maria’s swollen breasts. “I can do this,” Allium declared, squeezing Maria gently.
Maria let out a whistling breath, surprised at how sensitive she was. She should have been aware of this from her encounter with the bee girl, but so much had happened since then that those facts kept slipping out of her conscious mind.
The pleasure had a way of focusing her. If Allium could do this, what else was she planning? Her loins juiced, suddenly desiring her.
The plant’s thick vine plug in her pussy pulled free, leaving her gaping open. Her hips shifted forward, a slot opening up down below as before, leaving her exposed. After what Allium had told her, this couldn’t possibly be by accident - the plant was actively responding to her wishes.
“This is only the beginning,” murmured Allium, fondling her breasts. “We have also been given another gift - that which only a male should normally possess.”
Maria shuffled, looking down. “Really?” she asked, looking for a penis. “I don’t see anything.”
“Patience, young one. Like a human male, it takes a little bit of foreplay before it will show itself.” Allium closed her eyes and grunted. “There, watch for a black circle at the base of my plant.”
Curious, Maria did as she was told, scanning the rotund sphere sitting below Allium. Like her plant, the circumference was large enough that if she was laying flat, she could fit her entire body inside. The surface was a scabrous red, interrupted by irregular white bumps. At the front, there was a rounded black spot, with a dome like head.
As she watched, the spot projected upwards from the surface, a circular tube-like length projecting from within. It looked very little like a penis, but she knew immediately what it was going to be used for, given her past experience.
It was slightly different than what had penetrated her before. That could be due to a difference in how the plant had merged with Allium, or even because her plant was more mature than Maria’s.
Either way, she was going to get fucked, and she couldn’t wait for it. She could see a small purplish trickle of fluid escaping from the hole in her plant that connected with her crotch. “Fill me up,” she moaned, greedily watching as the tubular penis projected even farther from Allium’s plant.
“As you desire,” replied Allium gleefully, sliding her hands smoothly over Maria’s breasts. “I knew you’d come around.”
Maria’s belly lurched as the extended penis slapped against her crotch. Allium stopped fondling her breasts to ensure that the black tipped head made it into her hole. As a few inches of its length pushed inside, she moaned. “It’s warm!” she declared, staring at it in surprise.
“It should be,” murmured Allium. “Otherwise I couldn’t make you feel like this.”
The tip of the rod slipped into her, the bulbous end thrusting deep into her tunnel. She groaned as Allium seized her breasts again, groping them hard. She pressed her hips as far forward as they would go, accepting Allium’s hard rod completely.
Allium hummed. “I can feel every inch of you,” she declared. “That is what full integration feels like. You won’t be gifted with such pleasure until you accept that you are now a hybrid. A plant person.”
Maria writhed, unable to process her words properly. Right now, all she cared about was more, and the plant woman seemed quite willing to give it.
The rod was pistoning in and out of her now like a jumping jack. Somehow the other woman was controlling how fast it was assaulting her, speeding up when her pleasure ebbed, and slowing down when she approached an orgasm.
“While you enjoy my hard rod, imagine what it will feel like for you to ram yours into another,” chuckled Allium. “Soon, you won’t be able to stop yourself. It just feels too good.”
It did feel good. Maria was beginning to lose herself. Allium began to hum again, increasing in volume as she fucked Maria, filling her brain with white noise. She was beginning to drift into a haze of pleasure, the sopoforic effect leaving her dazed.
The humming faded out for a moment. “It’s not quite the same as pressing our bodies together, but we can try more advanced techniques once you have integrated with your plant further. Just imagine what we’ll be able to accomplish together once you stop worrying about trying to be rescued. I assure you, it’s going to feel amazing!”
It already felt amazing. Maria couldn’t help but feel that she was being hypnotized to want this, but she no longer cared. She was chasing the high that only sexual tension could bring, reaching for the climax just out of her reach.
At this moment, she wished she could touch the other woman, to somehow thank her for the pleasure she was causing her body. If she could do that, she was certain that would help her to touch the climax she was looking for.
Her body flexed, a tearing sensation running down her sides. Looking down, she was surprised to find that her hands had split from her body, looking exactly like Allium’s!
She moved these new hands down to the tube pumping in her pussy, wrapping her green fingers around its girth. She pulled it up into her, matching the rhythm of its fucking, whimpering as her pleasure spiked with each thrust. “Fuck me harder,” she whispered through her tendrils, her voice being tossed about in the background of Allium’s humming tune. “Make me explode.”
The humming drowned her out, sparking strange lights in her field of view. She allowed herself to be soothed, drifting off into the pulsing thrusts of the plant woman’s fucking. The friction was getting to her now, lifting her higher as her tunnel throbbed.
As she reached the top, she gripped Allium’s penis tightly, pulling it into her with as much strength as she should gather. A soothing harmonic blasted through her brain as her body responded, her muscles tightening as the pleasure exploded from below, rocketing up to her core.
She was spasming, clenched down around the fleshy rod inside her, wanting to take all of it within her. That was, of course, impossible, but she tried her best, keeping the throbbing knob pressed against her cervix.
She sent a long, drawn out sigh through the link, her upper body deflating into Allium as she breathed deeply through her mouth, which was still fixed open in a large O. If Allium was anything to go by, that was unlikely to change any time soon, but now she was finding it hard to care. Within this plant, she would ripen, changing into a plant hybrid.
Her thinking was transforming, too. That wasn’t a bad thing, was it? If she went along with this, the freedoms she had been missing would soon be returned to her, even if she was a grotesque plant creature. That was better than being bound without the ability to touch or feel anything of her own volition.
Allium ran her hands up and down Maria’s back, next to the giant pod of liquid that was permanently attached to her. “I sense a change in you,” she said kindly, her humming still echoing in Maria’s ears. “Don’t worry. This will only get better for you the more you accept it.”
Arms dangling, Maria looked at nothing in particular, enjoying the afterglow of sex as Allium’s penis slowly retracted from within her. “Will it?” she asked plaintively. “I won’t be able to go back to running my restaurant.”
Allium’s chest heaved. “You’re still thinking about that? Well, who can say what will happen in the future? Perhaps you might be able to convince someone on the surface that we shouldn’t be attacked on sight, though I very much doubt that,” she warned. “Why don’t we wait and see how you adjust? You can make more decisions later after you see how life as a plant girl treats you.”
Maria huffed. “I didn’t ask for this. Things are changing so fast, I’m not sure how I’ll keep up.”
Allium set one of her hands on Maria’s chest, over her heart. “Just take it slow. I’ll help you.”
Maria nodded briskly, feeling the flower shift above her head. She hadn’t gotten used to that. Still not sure she ever would.
Allium took her by the hand, squeezing it gently. “Come with me. I’ll show you how a plant girl lives.”
Maria hesitated for a moment, then squeezed back. This wouldn’t be quite as bad, if she had friends. Even if Allium was a little strange.
Allium's vines pulled out of her ears and the woman hummed a low tone through her mouth. Maria followed suit, allowing the plant girl to lead her down the hallway, hand in hand. She wasn’t quite as afraid of this place, now that she had a guide. She wasn’t lost any more.
She barely noticed the changing corridors as she focused on the warmth of the plant woman’s hand in hers. She didn’t love Allium, but somehow her perception of the other woman had changed since they had fucked. There was a fondness there that hadn’t existed before.
They rounded a corner, and suddenly she knew where she was. She recognized these bricks and these corridors. They were back on the main route! The field where she had been accosted by the plant was nearby. That must be where Allium was taking her, but for what purpose?
She sighed, calming her spinning thoughts. Did it really matter? It was clear now that Allium wouldn’t do anything to purposefully harm her, besides pushing her towards merging with her plant. It would be better if she simply thought of nothing, living in the moment.
The corridor opened up into the field she had left what seemed like a long time ago, a cluster of plants like hers grouped near the middle. Afternoon sun filtered down from above, highlighting their bright flowers.
Now that she knew what to look for, she reviewed the relative state of transformation of the captive girls within the plants.
A few of them seemed fresher than she was, with only their mouth exposed. This was surprising, as she didn't recall seeing anybody being captured since she was taken. She hadn't exactly been following the plants around, though - they easily could have been stalking their prey while she was involved with her own matters.
A handful more seemed well integrated with their plants, similar to Allium. Flowers had sprouted on top of their breasts, in a variety of colors. These must be the oldest victims.
Allium hummed as she pulled Maria into a little half circle of the advanced plant girls, as if she was presenting her to them. Perhaps she was.
The way they responded certainly made her think so. Their plants padded forward, gathering close around her.
The vision of five different flowers leaning towards her, their eyes blinking with excitement made her laugh, a low chuckle escaping her open mouth.
Their arms split off their stalks so that they could touch her in greeting. She wished she could communicate with them all, but her ear vines couldn't connect her with all of them simultaneously. She gave them a honking sound in appreciation. That would have to do.
She wanted to get to know them further, but her chest began to burn, and she burped suddenly. There came a painful pressure from her belly, and she looked downward, concerned. She stroked her hands over the surface, trying to calm it down, but the pressure continued to grow.
Her belly bobbed. Something wanted out, and quickly! The plant pulled its tendril out of her vagina and her hips shifted forward, as before.
Her mouth filled with saliva, a steady stream dribbling out the front as her neck began to tingle. Her thighs clenched together involuntarily. It was coming!
A hard knob entered the top of her tunnel, the oblong object slowly pressing its way down her inner passage. Her muscles clenched hard around the object, the painful cramping shaking her body.
She grimaced, wanting badly to reach in and pull the object out, but that was impossible. All she could do was weather the waves of pain as they came regularly.
Hands rubbed her shoulders, one pair on her neck. A set of tendrils dropped into her ears. "Remain calm," whispered Allium. "The first birthing is always the toughest."
She definitely had that right! Fortunately, the first seed was getting close to the end of her passage, but that one was quickly being followed by another.
The hard edge pressed through the outer hole of the plant, the hole widening as it popped out, plunking onto the ground. She stared at it dumbly, surprised that something that small could have caused her so much pain.
It was shaped like a fruit pit, ridged down the center with two semicircular halves. Given time, it would sprout a copy of the plant that had captured her. If it survived germination, it would grow strong and true, seeking out another human female to continue the cycle with.
She should hate that idea, but she was finding it increasingly hard to blame the plant for her predicament. It was her own fault that she had been trapped by this thing - she should have known better than to approach an unfamiliar plant!
Anyway, it was hard to hate something that made her feel so good, though it wasn't exactly doing that at the current moment.
She grunted as another seed popped out. She was seized with a desire to begin moving, probably an instinct being transmitted by the plant to help spread its progeny.
The feet of the plant started moving without her direct intervention, causing her to take a few steps to the side before another seed plopped out.
At first, she was humiliated by the whole process - especially at having to do it in front of the others, but they moved in close, hugging and humming at her as her belly deflated slowly with the birth of each seed, bringing her mood back up.
Finally, the cramps began to fade, the last of the seeds being expelled from her body. She knew this wasn't the end - the plant likely wanted to breed with her again, but at least for now she felt slim and spry again.
A mouth pressed against her cheek, and she smiled internally. Somehow, some way, these plant girls were quickly moving towards becoming her friends. They had been forced together by circumstance, but they were all adapting well. She creased her lips into a smile - as much of one as she could accomplish with her mouth frozen open.
She wasn't alone - they were all in this together. What was this strange warmth spreading in her heart?
She suddenly knew this was going to work out. Together they would support each other, and get through this strange challenge life had thrown at them. She looked forward to getting to know them better.
***
Water dribbled from the flowers gracing the tips of her enormous breasts as she breached the surface of the pool, her bright sunflower top flicking back and forth wildly. The lazy season of spring had moved on to summer, and this cool respite was quite welcome. She could certainly use her roots to pull water from the ground, but that wasn’t nearly as refreshing as taking a long dip.
Sighing in pleasure, she relaxed, her shoulders resting at the level of the rippling water. Her plant mass below was buoyant, keeping her upright with little effort, allowing her to enjoy herself without any active thought.
A splash of water broke through her solitude, droplets drenching her face. Annoyed, she turned to find that another plant had jumped in from above, her upper body rotating to regain her balance. A warmth suddenly glowed within her as she realized who it was. Allium!
Giving up the idea of having a relaxing time, she swam over to her lover, reaching out to take her by the shoulder. Allium turned, her twinkling eyes a vibrant green. Maria knew from experience that she was smiling, though it was impossible to see with her lips locked open in that permanent O.
Allium leaned over and hugged her, their huge bellies bouncing against each other. Even if Maria had wanted to remain fallow, she hadn’t been able to keep herself off of Allium’s dick. It was inevitable that she would be filled with more seeds. She was even starting to get used to the bloating sensation, though she couldn’t say that she loved it. She did love Allium, however, and that was enough.
The tips of the red flowers on her breasts were brushed aside as they collided with Allium’s. This was another alteration she had been expecting after spending a lot of time with her lover. At first, her nipples had become puffy, but after a few more injections by the plant’s cups, a green sprout grew from the surface.
In time, they had bloomed over her now enormous breasts, containing a vast supply of the plant’s purple liquid. Her encounter with the bee girls after the flowers had fully formed had been fantastic, though a little strange. As before, the bee girl had planted her hands over Maria’s breasts, but this time she sucked the entirety of her flowers inside.
At first, she had thought the flowers would be damaged, but when the bee girl had finished, they were as bright and fresh as they had always been. She could imagine the fluid being suckled from her even now, and hoped that there would be another opportunity to visit them soon.
Life wasn’t all about fucking and sucking, however. There was plenty of time for slow, romantic moments. As her forehead touched against Allium’s, their small tendrils extended, plugging into each other’s ears.
“I love you,” whispered Allium’s sultry voice.
Maria’s body shook, happy at the strange feeling that was filling her heart. “I love you too,” she whispered back, still not quite sure of herself.
Hesitantly, she reached out, cupping the sides of Allium’s breasts. Her lust was beginning to rise again, and she hoped Allium was feeling the same.
“Mmm, I see you’re feeling frisky again,” chuckled Allium. “Very well, but this time it’s your turn. Show me what you’ve got.”
Maria considered. If that’s how she wanted to play it, she knew exactly how she’d go about this - she had been experimenting lately, and wanted to try something new.
She felt her desires rising, and let them. By now, she had fully explored how to get her plant half to do what she wanted, and was becoming quite good at it. In fact, over time, she had noticed that she was starting to feel what the plant wanted. In addition to this, she was beginning to feel a slight sensation when any part of the plant touched someone else, almost as though the plant’s nerve endings were integrating themselves into her body.
She was no longer alarmed at such changes, wholeheartedly embracing them. After spending the entire spring with Allium, she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. What would her family think if they saw her now?
That was neither here nor there. Allium might complain if she delayed too much. Concentrating, she told the plant what she wanted, eager to see how quickly it responded to her commands.
One of the tendrils branching off from her stalk looped in, the bulbous tip flexing in four quarters. Pausing for a moment, it struck like a snake, aiming straight for Allium’s mouth. Allium grunted as the end popped inside, the ends flexing open to lock itself in place. A hissing noise commenced and her belly expanded.
Allium blinked, her eyes looking a little dopey as she breathed out through her nose, a blue mist shooting from her nostrils. She was pumping her lover full of her plant’s gas, preparing her for what was coming next.
“Oh, shit, that feels good. Fill me up!” she groaned in Maria’s ears.
Maria’s plant was obliging her, but she wasn’t finished with Allium just yet. She made another command, feeling a strong swelling sensation coming from below. She couldn’t see it under the water, but knew that her plant’s penis was beginning to extend, the long stalk preparing to sink into Allium’s pussy.
At the same time, her own plant responded to her desires, the tendril plugging her own pussy swelling as well. She certainly wouldn’t be left out of the pleasure while her plant assaulted Allium.
Now that her plant was responding, that left her free to work on Allium in her own way. She twisted the plant woman’s breasts, hard, tugging at them as if she was a baby seeking sustenance. Allium’s altered body responded, purple liquid collecting within the base of her flowers. Soon, there was far too much for them to contain, the soft edges wilting as the substance oozed over the edge.
Allium moaned in her ears, rendered unintelligible by the assault. Just as she had planned, but it was about to get ten times better for her lover. “Lean into the pleasure,” she whispered softly. “Let yourself sway with me as I press myself inside you.”
The end of her plant’s stalk rammed into Allium’s pussy, pulsing as it sank deeper. Maria gasped, amazed at the sensations. They had tried this before, but it had never felt like this! It was a wonder Allium managed to keep her self control when the tables were turned!
At the same time, the bulbous head lodged inside her inflated and began to vibrate, doubling the pleasure she was experiencing. Her breath hissed in her throat as she made irregular moans, a sharp warmth growing in the appendage spearing her lover.
“You never told me it would feel this good!” she exclaimed. “Why hide this from me?”
Allium giggled crazily. “You could never have understood,” she said hazily. “This is something you can only experience for yourself.”
She had that right. Damn, she was fast approaching an orgasm herself! The dual assault was sending her out of her mind, too!
She needed to hold on for just a little while longer - Allium couldn’t be faring much better than her. Pulse, thrust. Pulse, thrust. The hard stalk of her plant rubbed against Allium’s tunnel, bouncing in and out of her as it jiggled.
She could see it in Allium’s face, the ridges of plant material circling her mouth flushing purple. Her lover was as close to the edge as she was. In that case, it should only take a little more to force her over.
She pressed herself in closer, willing her plant’s dick to urgently ram itself into Allium’s snatch. At the same time, she ran her greenish hands around to either side of her lover’s breasts, mashing them together.
The knob inside her snatch swelled up to an enormous size, causing her entire interior to throb in sympathy. If her final gambit failed to work, it wasn’t going to matter, as her entire body was now shaking with pleasure.
The tentacle invading Allium’s mouth popped free, leaving behind a blue stain on her circular mouth. She breathed hard, whimpering as her hips shifted back and forth on Maria’s dick.
“Fuck me!” Allium shouted, her voice instantly fading in Maria’s ears as she vibrated, her body seized in the throes of an orgasm.
Maria lost herself as well, the vibrating knob inside her too much for her to contain. Squirming, she forgot completely about Allium as her own pleasure consumed her mind, flashes of purple and blue taking over her vision.
She shook, groaning loudly, saying complete nonsense through her link to Allium. Her plant’s rod pulsed within her lover, spurts of purple liquid painting the interior of Allium’s pulsing tunnel.
Orgasm. Such a short word to describe the overwhelming explosion of pleasure she was experiencing.
The peak was short, but sweet, her body immediately shifting into the warmth of afterglow. She wrapped her arms around her lover, holding her tight as her hard rod slowly withdrew. She wanted nothing more than to sit here in the sun warmed water, clasping her lover gently forever.
Regretfully, that was not possible, but there would certainly be time for other pleasant assignations in the future. She sighed, leaning into Allium, snuggling against her neck.
Allium’s chest shook from silent laughter. “I’d love to stay here all afternoon with you, but I can feel the Birthing coming on. Come, we must get back to the field before I drop my seeds in the barren passageway.”
Maria sighed, but nodded, retrieving her communication tendrils. Letting go of Allium, she turned towards the edge of the pool. Before, she would have needed another plant sitting on the edge to help her out, but now she had other methods.
She commanded her plant to release her lower half, and it obeyed implicitly, its bulbous tendril pulling rapidly from within her swollen pussy. She shook, gasping at the waning pleasure, but ignored the after effects. Her encounter with her lover had satiated her body, for a little while.
A seam split open below her waist, a curve of plant material pulling away to reveal her pale white skin. Her bottom half barely received any sunlight while it was in the plant, so it had no opportunity to tan.
Leaning forward, she set her feet delicately on the stone edge of the pool, taking a step forward carefully as she worked to find her footing. She didn’t use her legs as often any more, and it had taken a long time before she had learned how to do this, so her muscles had atrophied. Even so, she still had the energy to do this.
Planting her feet, she waited patiently as her perceived weight increased. Behind her, the bulk of the plant extracted itself from the water, the heavy liquid dripping from around its rotund base. Levering itself over, it braced its leafy feet against the stone floor.
Shivering from evaporation, Maria quickly told the plant to lift her back up. Toes pointed downwards, she sighed with satisfaction as she was seated back within the main stem of the plant, her butt flexing as it rested against the organic platform inside.
She relaxed as the plant constricted around her, holding her tightly in place. Clasped thusly, there was no danger of her falling out of the plant or becoming unbalanced. After spending months in this position, she was as comfortable here as she used to be in her human body.
Turning around, she offered a hand towards Allium. The other plant woman was of a more slender build than her, and had been unable to get out of the pool herself the last time they had visited together.
Allium nodded her head, her sunflower dipping towards Maria, and took her hand. With a force of brute strength, she pulled the other plant from the water, setting her down gently next to her.
Taking her by the hand, she urged her forward, knowing that her desire to give birth to the seeds would only become more urgent with time. Allium made a low honking sound, which Maria knew was equivalent to her laughter. She was finding her distress amusing!
She frowned, tugging at her arm. This was no laughing matter! Birthing cramps were severe, and once she was in the throes of them, it would be hard to get her into the proper position. It wouldn’t be impossible, mind you… when the human half of the plant was incapacitated, the plant’s instincts would take over.
She had personal experience with that when she had foolishly allowed herself to become dehydrated. Her plant had taken her to the fertile field and rooted her in place for hours next to the aqueduct, a sufficiently long time to teach her a lesson.
Still, there was no reason to let it get to that point. She honked back, annoyed, as the two of them made for the elevator. There was already another plant girl waiting patiently, the elevator’s button glowing.
Maria honked a few notes in greeting, and the other plant girl turned slightly, the royal purple flowers sprouting from her breasts bobbing from the motion. The plant woman’s body relaxed as she returned the greeting, nodding her head.
Maria hummed excitedly. This was one of the newer girls, who had been captured in the last few months, Lucy. There hadn’t been much opportunity to get to know her better, but she knew that she had experienced a particularly rough transition.
Letting go of Allium, her plant plodded over to Lucy. She leaned her head over, the tips of their flowers rubbing against each other. A faint hiss of gas exploded from the tips in greeting.
Maria lifted up her communication tendrils, wiggling them back and forth to see if Lucy was receptive. When the girl nodded, she gave the command, and they rushed over to hook themselves in. A similar, familiar sensation happened at her ears, linking them together.
“How are you doing?” asked Maria breezily, watching as the elevator door clanked open.
Lucy swayed, shrinking in on herself as the three of them shuffled into the elevator. “I don’t know,” she said softly, shivering slightly. “I don’t think I fit in very well here.”
Maria touched her shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “None of us do. We’ve been stolen from all over, jammed into plants, and forced to bear their young. I was angry about that for a long time until I adjusted.”
“You don’t understand,” said Lucy, her transmitted voice stressed. “I’m jealous of you two,” she whispered. “I see how close you are, and I despair that I’ll ever find something similar.”
“Ah,” replied Maria, becoming quiet, considering.
She couldn’t exactly fix this woman’s interpersonal skills. If she had none before becoming a plant hybrid, that wasn’t likely to change after a plant had swallowed her whole and turned her into its seed bed. Especially when they were usually limited to one on one conversations outside of making simple noises.
However, there was something she could do. “I think you’re feeling isolated because you don’t know any of us very well. How about I introduce you to some of the other girls? I’m sure some of them feel the same way.”
“I’d… like that,” said Lucy quietly.
“Fine!” declared Maria cheerily. “Let’s start now!”
She reached out, resting her other hand on Allium’s shoulder. “This is my lover, Allium. She could be a great ally if you want to make friends. We simply need to bring her into our conversation. You may not have tried this before, but we can have a three way conversation if we split up our communication tendrils. Like this!”
She popped a single tendril out of Lucy’s ear, the vine wobbling in the air as she transferred it over to Allium, plugging it into her left ear. “Send one of your tendrils to Allium’s other ear, and Allium can plug into both of us.”
Lucy did as was requested, Allium humming as she did the same. “Who are you, little flower?” Allium asked. “My lover seems determined to make friends.”
“My name is… Lucy,” the flustered woman replied. “I used to be a housekeeper for a rich family.”
“Oh?” remarked Allium. “Many of us come from all walks of life before we were converted. If I may ask, why or how did you come down to the fourth level?”
“I’m not much of a dungeon delver, but I find it unusually quiet down here,” replied the meek woman. “Sometimes I received a lot of abuse from the family I was serving, and when I couldn’t take it any more, I would come down to the third level to let off some steam.”
“Eventually, I decided to come down one more level to view the gardens, and was accosted by a plant.” She sighed. “The gas I was hit with was incredibly potent. It only took a few seconds for me to go down.”
“That’s pretty common,” agreed Maria. “Even the most fit of us weren’t able to put up much of a fight.”
“Yes,” breathed Lucy. “I suppose they’ve replaced me by now. I wasn’t very useful anyway.”
Allium punched her in the shoulder, breaking her out of her self imposed pity party. “Who cares!” she declared. “We’re all equally useful here. You should be happy that you’ve been changed into a seed bed!”
Maria detected a hint of bravado with that statement. “Do you have some dark part you’re hiding?” she asked Allium, her flower bobbing gently. “Something you’re running away from?”
Allium cleared her real throat. “No, nothing in particular.”
Maria rolled her eyes. She knew that was a complete lie, but if the woman wasn’t willing to talk about it yet, there was nothing she could do. She’d have to keep working to break down her barriers.
The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open. Linked together, their three plants stepped out as a unit, navigating the hallways on autopilot.
“Anyway,” Maria said, changing the topic. “What I’ve been meaning to say is this - you don’t have to go it alone. We’re all one big family now, having one thing in common - our relationship with our plants. If you have any questions about anything, feel free to ask. It’s not like we have anything to do with our days except gossip among ourselves. And fuck each other.”
Lucy suddenly straightened up. “I want to try that!” she declared, then immediately clammed up, pressing a hand over her O shaped mouth in embarrassment.
Maria chuckled. "I bet you do! However, we aren't currently looking for another partner."
When Allium failed to say anything for a moment, she turned to stare at her lover. "Right?" she asked sharply.
Allium looked back at her innocently. "Oh yes, of course, my dear, I'm completely with you on that."
Maria touched her shoulder lightly. "I'm a jealous woman. Promise me you won't bed someone else without my permission."
Allium looked upwards, her cheeks blushing purple. "You didn't!" exclaimed Maria, outraged.
Sudden uncontrollable high pitched laughter coming from Lucy distracted her from digging further. "You two!" she exclaimed, her breath huffing through her mouth hole. "You're acting like a married couple!"
Maria turned her glare on Lucy, who visibly shrank. "What?" she asked. "It's cute!"
Maria rolled her eyes again, amusement tugging at her heart. She turned back to Allium. "We are going to have words about this later, dear."
Allium hummed a few bars, acting innocent. Maria stared daggers at her for a few moments, but she couldn't stay angry at her lover for long. She didn't own the other woman, though in some ways she certainly wished she could.
She sighed internally. She couldn't change Allium. She could only accept her as she was. Besides, they had reached the field, and she was looking forward to her afternoon sunning session. She refused to be bothered while enjoying herself.
She lifted her arms, encompassing the sunny field. "If you both seriously want to get funky with each other, sort it out among yourselves," she declared imperiously. "I'm going to relax."
To lend her words some gravitas, she retrieved her communication tendrils, storing them behind her back. Shuffling forward onto the field, she nodded at a few of the other plant girls.
Sighing in pleasure, she stepped into a ray of sunlight and looked up, adjusting her flower and body so that they would catch the warming light just so.
She had discovered that she no longer felt hunger as she used to. The plant's photosynthesis appeared to be sufficient to cover both of their needs.
Her belly flexed as the plant fed more liquid into her chest from the pod sitting on her back. The purple fluid the plant generated was some kind of miraculous nectar, feeding both her and the bees the nutrition they needed to survive. In return, the plant used her fertile body to reproduce more of itself.
Overall, it was a surprisingly efficient system, though she had no idea how its life cycle had evolved. She wouldn't be surprised if there was some kind of black magic involved, but she had no proof. The dungeon was a strange place.
What she did know was that her transformation had made sunlight taste wonderful. Not only did her body feel pleasantly warm all over, but her saliva also tasted sweet while she was absorbing the rays of light.
Swallowing the tasty liquid, she moaned with pleasure. If it was up to her, she'd sit here and enjoy herself the entire afternoon, slaking her thirst with the sun generated juice.
However, her enjoyment was curtailed by the rustling of limbs and the load honking of some of the other plants. Were they being attacked?
Shaking her head to break herself out of her reverie, she looked over at the edge of the field. There was a human there! She squinted and gasped. She recognized this human! It was her friend from above, Sam, with a gathering of honking plant girls gathering around her.
Seeing the danger, she ordered her plant forward with all speed. Her friend was reeling, hit with a cloud of blue gas. If she did nothing, it was inevitable that she would be captured and processed by one of the plants.
She couldn't let that happen! Sam was their only link to the world above. She couldn't allow them to destroy this opportunity!
Rushing in front of the other plants, she waved her tendrils wildly to get their attention, barking loudly through her open mouth.
The other plant girls looked at her with an open question in their eyes as she shooed off the empty plants that were looking for a new victim. She folded her arms around Sam's slender body, feeling sad as she looked at her dopey face framed by a whirlwind of red hair.
For a short moment, nobody moved. She held Sam softly while her friend breathed slowly, her eyes refocusing. Her face creased as she looked up at Maria. "Who?" she groaned, looking fearfully at the grouping of plant girls.
One of them stepped out in front of the others. Her shoulders relaxed. It was Allium. She should at least listen to reason.
Her communication tendrils flexed as she plugged one each into her friend and her lover. "Hello, Sam," she said with sympathy. "What are you doing down here?"
She felt communication tendrils slipping into her ears, but she ignored them, keeping her focus on her last friend from above.
"You…" stuttered Sam, her mouth gaping open. "You're dead!" she finally exclaimed.
"Who told you that?" asked Maria wryly. "Clearly, I am not, though… I am no longer in a form you recognize."
Sam breathed hard, pulling herself a small distance away from Maria. "I looked for you myself once or twice, but I was always scared off by these plants. Unfortunately, I got a little too close this time."
"Well, then, you’ve found me. What are you going to do now?" asked Maria, waiting patiently.
Sam's eyebrows narrowed, a tendril of her red hair bouncing next to her face. "I could ask the same of you. You're a monster now, aren't you?"
Maria sighed, knowing exactly what she must look like to her former friend. "Well, I suppose that's technically true."
"Technically? You can only talk to me through a freaking vine, Maria! That's hardly normal!"
Maria noted that her voice was becoming a bit hysterical and decided she needed to bring her down a few notches. "It was hardly my choice," she said wryly. "Calm down, we're not going to do anything to you."
"We're not?" asked Allium blandly.
Maria looked at her sharply. "We're not. Keep those plants away from her."
Sam blinked. "I can't hear what she's saying, but I doubt it's anything good. What do you want with me after all this time? I am happy to see you, but I can't help but feel nervous about consorting with… plants. If all you want is for me to keep your secret, I can do that. Our friendship is worth at least that much."
She looked around at the plants looming over her, swallowing heavily. "Are they going to take me, like they took you?"
Maria shook her head, waving her arms. "Not at all. I have something quite different in mind for you. We're lacking something that you can provide us. We need a liason to the surface. Someone to report on what's going on up above. We can't exactly show our faces. We're plants."
Sam shuddered. "I don't know if I can agree to that. I don't really know what that means."
Maria waddled her plant over to Sam, spreading her hands wide. "It's quite simple. You keep an eye on what's going on in town, and let us know if something that might affect us is happening. If they post a quest at the adventurer's guild, that sort of thing."
Fear flashed in her friend's eyes. "What if I say no?"
Allium shifted closer, her green tendrils wiggling in the air. "You won't say no," declared Maria. "Otherwise I'm going to let Allium have some fun with you."
Sam glanced at Allium. "Why is she named after an onion?"
Maria groaned. Her threats didn't appear to be working. "Will you do it, or won't you?"
A sudden, wide grin lit up Sam's face. "Of course I'll do it. Who do you take me for? I thought you were fucking dead, Maria. You know I’d do anything for you."
A pulse of relief shot through Maria's chest. She felt a sudden desire to hold the woman, to show her how human she could still be.
The seal over her chest popped loose, releasing her lower body from the grip of the plant. The plant’s stem moved forward, setting her feet gently against the soil in front of her longtime friend. She reached out her arms and pulled Sam into a hug, completely ignoring the fact that she was entirely nude.
Sam didn’t seem to care, her smile suddenly cracking as tears welled up in her eyes. “I never gave up hope,” she sobbed. “I always thought you might still be out there somewhere.”
Maria ran her hands up and down Sam’s back, squeezing her tightly. “I’m here,” she said, her eyes getting watery as well. “I won’t leave you.”
Allium’s lower body settled down next to both of them, wrapping them in her arms. “She belongs to you,” her lover said quietly. “And you belong to me. Everything is as it should be.”
Maria cocked an eye at Allium. “Do I really? There had better be some reciprocity in that agreement.”
Allium laughed, a loud honking sound, her body throbbing against both of them. Her laughter was infectious, the rest of them finding themselves laughing as well.
What a strange world. Perhaps this could work out, after all.
