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In the mid of the writing I thought I could try to draw a scene from the story I've been working on. This is result of many hours of work on my side so I hope you dear viewer will find it fitting descriptions in the story. Have a good read.
Title: Planted Tales
Written by: Temporary99
Commissioned by: Kay225
It was early afternoon when Kay entered the forest, after a few days ride on his motorbike across red desert. In the local climate even a hairless cat would feel like melting, but it was either that or rain pouring from the sky.
There wasn't really a good time for vacations on the continent so he - a dark-furred kangaroo - took the first opportunity to leave the urban area and spent a few days away from the noise and polluted air of the city he lived and worked in for years now. The field trip turned out to be less than expected, but he was just an hour at best from reaching home when his means of locomotion broke down with smoke and clunking noises.
“Dammit,” Kay cursed, kicking the rear wheel with significant force which would’ve broken his own toes if not for the metal-plated toe of the leather boot. The trekking footwear was one of few useful things he took with himself. The blue jeans pants and gray t-shirt were probably not so practical, but were the only clean things he had left to wear. “I had a mechanic check everything a month ago,” he said, placing his helmet on the handle and pulling out a smart phone to check maps for directions. He also made a mental note to have a serious talk with the mechanic once he gets to the city.
According to the app, he had a few options. First was to continue down the road till he reaches a gas station and get some tips how he can arrange transport for his machine and himself. Second was to cross the woods to reach a small town at feet of a plateau and check if they have any mechanic. If not ask around for a lift to the gas station. The last option was to just call a road service and pay the bill for being delivered home.
Since the town was a thirty-minute walk away and at any time he could call the service to pick him up along with the machine, he decided to check this option. It only took a minute to set the navigation for the walk and grab a bottle of water. With bike key in pocket he departed, entering into the forest with just a bottle of water and smartphone. The ground was hard, almost baked under the mass of dry leaves covering wide areas between giant trees with some middle- and understorey trees, separated often by shrubs. It made Kay’s footsteps quite audible with rustling leaves, but he could walk on with confidence, finding the images of land elevation on the screen of his smartphone; useful for picking the best path.
With tree spreading thin, he was reminded how hot and how fast the temperature can rise in his country. The only solution other than to find some shadow between trees was to find a ravine he saw on screen that extend almost all way to the town. Yet, there was a drawback as the ravine coiled and would make his trip longer by a couple of minutes. Despite that, he found a decent into the ravine gentle enough to make it safely down to the bottom. From there he was free to follow the path water used to follow after heavy rain.
At least till his right foot sunk up to the ankle with a wet slurp noise after he jumped over a broken tree branch. “Eww…” He exclaimed, looking down past the bunch of rusty brown leaves after he regained balance, fully expecting that he had just stepped into something stinky an animal may have left. Then he switched weight to the left side, willing his right foot up against the slight suction as if he was pulling it out from mud. The foot went up a couple of inches, then snapped back rapidly, disappearing under the cover of the leaves again as if it was attached by some sort of stretchy string.
“What the.. ?” Kay whispered annoyed, then placed his mobile in backpacked of his shorts before repeating the motion only to find his feet rising lower than before and snapping back harder. He barely saw the outline of his shoe before it disappeared which made him lean down, moving the leaves aside as he saw just into what he had stepped. It wasn't a pile of smelly things as there was no smell, certainly it wasn't a pool of tree sap as he had expected. He didn't know what to think about a green bulb with a purple rim and fleshy walls that seemed to be closing around his ankle, making a transparent liquid rise higher inside. Whenever he tried to lift his feet, the liquid would grow dense and stretch like an extremely stretchy glue till Kay’s muscles would tire out. Then upon reinsertion into the pot, it would liquidity again.
Not believing his lack of luck, he grabbed his leg with both hands and grunted from the exertion as he pulled with all might, stretching the rubbery glue thin. He almost fell backward as he tensed up his strong legs to their limits while clenching his teeth, holding out a grunt as he shifted the remaining free foot for leverage. He stayed in this position for minutes, finding it impossible to stretch the stuff any further before his muscles cramped and forcefully his foot was pulled down with some resistance he didn't expect, which turned out to be the purple rim of the plant-like pod. It welcomed his foot with a wet slurp, tightening itself just above the ankle and as he quickly found out, prevented him from lifting it again. If he didn't know any better, he would sworn that the pod shrunk in the heat.
Worst, he could feel his shoe getting soft and loose around his foot, letting him wiggle toes before he could catch his breath. “Dammit…” He managed, leaning forward with his hands resting atop his knees, breathing hard as his long blue hair hung down and blocked the view of the reddish walls of the ravine. Not that he could think of anything else, but the plant’s juices munching on the remains of his socks, making him worried he stepped into some kind of mutated man-eating pitcher plant for a moment needed to confirm that under the rubbery, semi-transparent plant flesh his foot is whole. He could even shift it around as far as the plant allowed, pressing toes, sides or heel against the walls.
Somewhat relieved, he reached down to try to pry apart the purple rim of the plant, but for all he knew, it could have been vacuum-sealed above his ankle and he couldn't get a claw under it. The rubbery surface also turned out to be very slick so he gave up quickly. Instead, he reached to his pocket to retrieve his mobile. Yet, he found it missing. A quick recall of recent events made him believe he must have lost it when he was struggling, bending backward - so the mobile must have fell someplace behind him. As far as he could twist backward, he either could not see the mobile or could not twist hard enough to spot it among the leaves. The pod cramped around his lower leg allowed only this much twisting without sensation of his short fur being pulled hard.
After a minute or two of searching and cursing how the world works, he was no closer to finding the mobile. Just as if it had sunk into the ground. The only things that changed were the darker spots on Kay’s black t-shirt from sweating and the plant’s purple ring being half-way between his ankle and moving towards his knee. Below it had spread more of the greenish rubber, but like a tube, it gave Kay some room to move and flex muscles just as a pleasant tingling started in his toes, then traveled upward. With the sensation overtaking his lower leg, he could not stop a moan that escaped his lips.
Blushing a bit, he tried to rub his coated leg to make the sensation go away. Yet, as he ran one leg against the other, he just felt a pressure building inside his boxers. It wasn't making thinking straight easier for him and it didn't allowed him to notice the shortening fur under the shiny plant flesh. At least thanks to his massive tail he could easily keep balance without as much as a single thought.
Distracted so subtly he also failed to notice as another bulb, identical to the first emerged from the ground and opened to accept his left foot when the tingling stopped. The moment sole of his foot made contact he just muttered a curse and looked down to stare as his foot got swallowed. “Dammit… How is that even possible? One such plant existing seems impossible enough. Having a second appearing out of nowhere must be a strike of fate”, he thought, trying to lift his left foot only to confirm it was stuck like the right by a string of stretchy rubber. At least till the purple ring closed above ankle.
While battling himself in thought about whether to try to struggle or conserve strength for later the purple ring on the right leg reached the knee and overtook it swiftly, lifting the rim of his blue denim shorts. Either it had just sped up after consuming the fur on his lower leg or by it’s twisted nature. The latter was more likely as the ring on his left leg seemed to progress way faster than the first one had, quickly dissolving footwear and fur at the same time before starting again to massage him in an erotic way as it slid over his ankle. Needless to say, Kay was at lose what he had to do. As embarrassed as he was, he kind of enjoyed the sensations, yet he kept hands away and clenched in fist. He was concerned that something bad was happening and he should shout at the top of his lungs to get some help if lucky.
He clenched his eyes shut, took a few deep breaths, doing his best to ignore the sensations that reached his groin and form a simple plan. Having lost sight of the purple rings under his shorts, he could only try to imagine what would happen when there won't be any room to move up as his legs meet with hips. Involuntary the image of his cock sandwiched between two rubbery, yet soft rings popped into his mind and made him even more aroused. He actually could feel the right ring sliding against his nut sack, the other ring just a couple of inches behind the first.
Alarmed, he undid the zipper of his shorts just to feel the rubbery flesh eating the legs of his black underwear, freeing his raging erection and doing something at the edges of his manhood. Then he undid the belt to unbutton the shorts and let the obstacle of clothing fall down to his knees, revealing two purple rings of rubber fusing. Kay just shook his head in disbelief, mouth open as he panted out in protest and reached down with both hands to keep the partially merged rings from creeping up any further. As he did, he managed to pull the ring down a bit as if it was a rubber waistband, but his palms got stuck to the thing. Any attempt to pry them free resulting in the ring moving up toward his wrists and at the same time closer to base of his erection, already leaving his sack covered in tingling membrane.
Moaning lowly he could only twist his body fixed in the spot, helpless to stop the plant from plastering his manhood against his crotch with his pen-up rod pointing upward. Yet, he could not climax or help himself with hands stuck just an inch away from the erogenous zone. No amount of squirming and bucking hips could get him to climax, the plant kept the pleasure level just under the limit as it continued to creep up and soon enough trapped his arms to sides of his torso. Also catching his massive tail in the process and smoothing it against his back, exposing his buttocks.
Finally, between gasps of pleasure, Kay started to shout for help, but no one seemed to hear him as there was no response. Meanwhile two tentacles with round tips emerged from the pods in the ground, one was noticeably thicker than the other, but both relentlessly crept up over respective legs to wrap themselves around Kay’s hips.
What happened next wasn't completely unpleasant. The thicker tendril of two plugged itself under Kay’s lifted tail with a wet slurp and high-pitched squeal from the anthro kangaroo followed by even more squirming as the other tendril found a way into his cock. Moaning in a mix of initial discomfort and growing pleasure, Kay could feel the rear tentacle swell as a bulb formed just past his sphincter muscles. It effectively prevented him from ever expelling or even slowing the ongoing invasion as the tentacle kept growing up his digestive track. Meanwhile the smaller tentacle made itself at home, pleasantly vibrating as it expanded to fill the cock, assuring Kay won't be able to go soft either.
Clenching or at last trying to, he wanted to pull out either of tentacles, but his hands were still glued inches from his throbbing in anticipation cock. The smaller of tentacles was directly pressed against his prostate, keeping him at the edge of orgasm. Too occupied with his manhood, he wasn't able to keep track of the purple ring moving up, covering already his lower torso in the greenish plant-flesh.
Panting heavily from increasing exhaustion, he could only whimper weakly, feeling his balls burning for release while the purple ring slipped under his chin and started inflating, quickly creating a sort of collar. It prevented him from doing as much as looking down for longer than a few seconds before his head would spring up, forcing him to stare ahead. Even then the rubbery flesh would continue to slowly creep up and over his chin.
At the same time a tentacle from the other end reached out and fixed itself in his throat, splitting into smaller ones; two of which entered his lungs, filling them with much needed oxygen and the kangaroo’s mind with utter confusion at what was going on inside his body. Seemingly ever-growing confusion as a third tentacle forcefully entered his mouth, shooting globs of sticky soap all around and firmly sealing his lips shut, also plastering flat the tongue to the floor of the mouth. In a matter of minutes his mouth was filled, silencing him completely and ending any hope left for calling for help.
Not that Kay could think of anything but the urge to climax. Even as his senses started to fade, sounds and sights getting distorted and muffled, partially due to the green creep going over his ears. In the process his hair and fur were dissolved alike as a form-fitting cap took shape, leaving only his drowsy eyes uncovered. Assaulted from every angle he slurped down unconscious to creaking sounds of the plant shell hardening around him to keep him upright and finish the cocooning process. From a distance he could be mistaken for a shiny Jade statue in the middle of muddy canal.
Only from up-close his closed eyes could be seen along with his slowly rising and falling chest. It was moving in rhythm of air being pumped in and out of his lugs, controlled by the strange plant. Another thing visible from the outside was the outline of his dark, yet furless body beneath the semi transparent material produced by the plant.
The plant wasn't done yet as the faint creaking was still audible, hinting that the hardening process was underway and upon closer inspection one could notice right away that there was a second layer of the cocoon growing over the first. It was slowly separating as the gap between the two filled with juices, bloating somewhat the unconscious figure of the anthro kangaroo and isolating him from the outside world further. After hours when it was dark, the cocoon expanded to the point where the roo was floating inside a sphere of the juices, kept upright by the purple collar with his feet and tail a couple of inches above the ground level. His head was above the surface of the sphere, completely rigid with the outer half-inch layer of the plant flesh becoming more like a hard plastic mold and the thin inner layer acting as soft padding so every time he moved, a darker area would form as if he pressed against glass.
With the first rays of sunlight the next morning Kay woke up disoriented and very, very horny. It wasn't like waking up with morning wood and ready to chop, but more as if the chopping took the whole night and the tree was still standing somehow. His manhood ached for release and the plant kept him at the edge. He would whine for release if that was possible with the solid sap gag filling his mouth, but all he could do was to move his hands to rub his manhood as the arms became unstuck overnight. Yet, his hands were constricted inside mitten-like appendages, providing little to no friction as he ran them over length of his shaft. Worse, he could not encircle it as the plant kept his manhood plastered against his crotch, making his attempts to bring himself to release futile. Even if he could help himself, there was still the tentacle filling the insides of his manhood, preventing even the smallest leakage.
Another thing was his rear being stuffed with a thicker than he remembered tentacle, pulsing even now and then. It took him a moment to realize that it was the only thing keeping him alive with his mouth and nose filled up. In a panic he tried to fight the plant controlling his every breath, taking a bigger or smaller gasp of air on his own to puncture the inflated cocoon like a water balloon and break free. Yet, he wasn't in control of his own breathing anymore and the mittens just drummed against the walls of the cocoon. The same tentacles coiled around his legs and fixed him to the spot so he couldn't budge from where he stepped into the plant-pod. That wasn’t discouraging him from trying to break free for what seemed hours, while being teased by the plant. He kept punching and pressing at the walls of the cocoon, deforming them briefly, but getting nowhere. When resting he has noted that the plant took away his long hair which took years to grow. Having the weight of his hair taken away and replaced by pressure of inflatable collar against his chin only frustrated him further. Enraged he punched the barrier hard, only causing himself to hurt his knuckles.
Then his stomach started to rumble from hunger. Looking out from the plant-cocoon he could only see the dry ravine and wonder if anyone had found his bike by the road and started a search or at least notified the authorities. It was his only hope of being saved and he clutched to it no harder than the plant had to his skin. Which continued to itch even now and then, making him worried that the plant had more than the entrapment in store for him. When he felt warm liquid flooding his stomach, he was cursing himself for being right. Gyrating in his bonds he could tell the liquid was thick, rolling inside him like waves in the sea. The incoming stream was steady and before long he felt uncomfortably bloated to the degree he had to hold his belly.
Yet, sexually frustrated he could not stop his mittens from wandering, tugging at the tentacles penetrating him or even stopping to rub his trapped cock that kept throbbing for release. He only stopped to hold his stomach after the pressure subdued some hours later. Then the weight of his situation dawned on him. As embarrassing as it was, he was kept alive by the plant, forced to breath and feed through his ass for lack of better word. “It’s so weird and uncomfortable,” he thought as his muscles on occasion tried to expel the intruder from his backside, but the spasms were growing weaker and more infrequent with time in the cocoon. He could not pierce the walls of his prison; he wasn’t a bodybuilder, but he wasn’t a wimp either. His toned body with a clearly visible outline of his six-pack just wasn’t a match for the plant and even if he did had enough strength, he was still fixed to the ground by the small pods and earlier attempts proved they wouldn’t let him go. Yet again, if he somehow managed to free his feet, he still would have to pull out or break the tentacles and the line between them and his flesh was blurry at best. To his horror he could not tell where the plant ended and his flesh began.
Feeling around with his mittens he could only tell as much as the tentacles were coiled around his legs and just like that they started to move. Slowly at first, but steadily moving toward his backside, stretching and splitting to close around the base of his tail first. Steadily growing down the length, forcing the tail to bend toward the ground and no matter how hard he grunted, he could not stop the process. Especially when the tingling in his crotch and rear started over again, making him tense up as the pleasure was immense. He just wished he could cum soon or he will get mad from it.
Whimpering for release he bucked his hips back and forth in vain while the plant essentially rooted the tip of his tail in the ground. That also forced on him into a new position where his bent knees were apart and most of his weight rested on the kangaroo’s tail. Feeling exposed he tried to at least force his upper legs together, partially to cancel his trapped erection and partially to aid his mittens in rubbing it frantically as he was experiencing new levels or arousal.
Thrashing his body, he tried to uproot either his legs or tail, but both were firmly stuck. Grabbing at them with his mittens he found the coating too slippery to aid his effort and the probing in his rear was really distracting. He whined a muffled moan now and then, growing more and more tired. His stamina wasn't infinite and it got drained fast in just a few hours since his capture by those plants. Eventually his body went limp from exertion and he would just stare out of his prison looking for help, shifting even so slightly in frustration, trying to open his sealed over lips to shout.
Over course of the first day of entrapment the plant activated on occasion, bringing him close to climax, but each time left him unfulfilled till the very evening to grant him a mind-blowing release. one that had knocked him out. In the morning he woke up no less horny than yesterday. His stomach was filled overnight, leaving him pleasantly full of warm plant nectar. His attempt to yawn and reach to calm down his erection brought new discoveries.
First of all he found himself literally breathless, he could make his chest rise and fall, but there was no rush of air behind it. Rather his muscles just imitated breathing, which made him panic. Outwardly his head remained still along with his lower legs and tail as his torso repetively tensed up only to go limp in a second. Inside he in vain tried to force air out of his nose or mouth. He thought that he must be experiencing some sort of paralysis or something because his whole lower face with tongue felt as numb as if they weren't even there. It wasn't far from truth yet as his lower and upper jaw fused overnight, teeth melted together and his stuck tongue became partially absorbed by bottom of his mouth as it was even slowly filling up from non-existent lips toward his throat. His nasal cavity wasn't far behind, narrowing at the same rate toward his throat and the soap-covered voice-box that generated only faintest whirling noises. Outwardly Kay looked very calm, his ears stood proudly atop his smooth skull, his face appeared softer than ever with his sealed up nostrils, nose shrunk a bit in the process, making it impossible to tell of his gender when combined with the almost smooth expanse of skin where his lips used to be and now only a faint crease remained above his triangular chin. All of that covered by hard, tinted green and so far unbreakable plant shell.
The second discovery was that his arms couldn't reach his trapped manhood. He would whine finding them an inch too short to reach it. All he could do with the mittens was to rub his lower belly, less than an inch away from the head of his erect cock a moment before the tendril inside it awakened, followed by the other in his rear. He tried to ignore them and think of breaking free, but it was just too hard to resist and soon he gave in to the animalistic urges, humping in the liquid filling the cocoon. Immediately be was rewarded by the plant and brought to a climax that released some of the tension from his balls. Yet, it didn't stop there. The plant forced him to cum repeatedly, milking him as if there was no tomorrow till he wished it would stop, but it didn't. It just slowed down, taking longer and longer to build toward a release. The tentacle inside his rear would expand and contract against his prostate gland, driving him crazy with lust as simply there wasn't any room for his cock to expand anymore and he couldn't speed it up with his shortened arms. They would just fail around and weekly drumming against the outer cocoon, completely useless to him.
Defenseless he wasn't able to oppose the strange plant that captured him, but he tried anyway. One leg at time he would try to lift his feet, but for all he could know, they were rooted to the ground, absorbing nourishment from the soil directly. Pushing at the inflated circle around his neck he would find it firmly attached. Also the hard shell seemed to encase his neck, further immobilizing it so he had to keep staring ahead or clench eyes shut. Before he knew, it was night again and he succumbed to dreamless sleep with the thought that someone ought to find him tomorrow.
Realty verified his wish and apparently ignored his request. During the following day he saw no one and heard nothing aside from the sounds of surrounding nature. If he could see himself in the cocoon, he would have trouble recognizing himself. The plant relentlessly continued to change him, erasing the last traces of his lips and flattening his nose to the point it looked like a button in the middle of his face. His eyes got bigger, increasing his field of vision significantly, but not nearly enough to see stubs of his arms that could touch over his chest if he tried to cross them. Not that he could do that without two subtle lumps of soft flesh coming into the way. Blushing was one of things he could still do and he went bright red finding his nipples swollen and sensitive atop the small mounds. Yet, the brief contact made him rock-hard. He could make no sense of why would plant have him grow breasts, but he could not deny the fact that they existed. Small and perky, but certainly they were his breasts. Too many times he had hands on breasts to confuse them with anything else. Just that pair of feminine attributes were his and as soon as he thought about it his cock twitched as the plant made him cum for the first time that day.
Below his deploying chest, his mid-section narrowed some to flare out into hips. The liquid diet served by the plant made him appear more slender in just two days after the capture. It didn't seem to affect his shaft as it was still firmly plastered over his lower belly, just sunk a bit in the crotch along with the tendril going into it. The only significant change was in size of his balls. Being milked a lot, they shrunk considerably and wouldn't dangle free even if not encased by rubbery plant-flesh. The rubbery coating appeared to have adjusted to all those changes, never ceasing to squeeze Kay in the cocoon.
On the third day Kay woke up with a start. His stomach full of warm nectar and his head fuzzy. He needed a moment to recall the past few days leading to his current predicament. Mouthless, he gazed straight ahead with unfocused eyes before he snapped out of it. This can't end like this, he thought and tried to lean forward as hard as he could so maybe, just may his tail would get uprooted. As he did, he was reminded of unfamiliar weight shifting atop his chest. The buoyancy of the feminine burden inside the cocoon was giving him all sort of weird sensations and countless reasons to blush. Every sudden movement putting the twin half-globes into motion that he could not control. Since overnight his manhood retreated into his crotch, leaving him sexless, he could think more clearly and evaluate his situation. At least when the rear tentacles wasn't teasing him and it was inactive for hours at time, giving him plenty of time for contemplation.
During which he noted that the outer cocoon darkened, becoming opaque with even darker lines running from top to bottom in regular spacing. Essentially the purple rubber obscured vision inside, along with any glimpse of his changed body that he could catch. He shyly admitted to himself at least once he was curious how big his breasts got. They felt weird, large and heavy to him, but mostly weird. Certainly not natural, but as a grownup male he was very curious about their feel despite how he should feel terrified. Missing arms was a serious handicap and to his dismay his only set of arms were long gone before the breasts reached mature size so his best guess was that he was double-D cup. He remembered like through a fog how his arms were shortening, becoming useless stumps that disappeared entirely while his bust blossomed. Thinking about it gave him chills down his spine. It also turned him on a bit for some reason.
Being stuck in place he thrust his hip forward and up when the tentacle under his tail came alive all of sudden, letting out a mental moan. It must have sensed he had naughty thoughts or at least he suspected it wasn't a coincidence. He was ready to believe the plant could sense his mood and act accordingly, either teasing him or giving gratification.
In the silence he could hear some voices calling from afar, they came closer, giving him more and more hope for rescue. Of course he wanted to call back as it had to be a search party or at least turn around toward the direction from where the voices came from. Just that he couldn't do any of that and all the thrashing he could do inside the cocoon was making him horny. The voices got quite close when sun set so Kay never knew just how close they got as his body slumped down for the night extinguishing hope for help. He again dreamed of nothing.
Another day of captivity started with aches in his stomach filling him with fear of being digested by the plant from inside out. There was no voices calling him or even a hint of help on the horizon. There was just the sensation of the rear tentacles vibrating, keeping Kay stimulated through the whole morning. At early afternoon he would experience cramps like he had never before, but those felt more good than bad as time went on. Gyrating hips seemed to make it better and Kay longed for any sort of release. Putting concern aside as pleasure was increasing, it was easy to miss how the liquid was drained from the cocoon.
Silently moaning, Kay kept his eyes closed despite the pleasure feeling new and alien as it continued to reach new heights. When the cocoon opened like a flower, leaving the captive covered in a shiny layer of moisture, the anthro kangaroo was surprised. Both by fact that the cocoon was open and by what was unrevealed. With the cocoon gone, the inflatable collar was also gone, but the kangaroo found new, invisible restrictions in the form of hardened green plant-skin around neck and waist. Those new limitations were less severe than previous ones and allowed a better sight at what the anthro kangaroo became.
Forcing chin as low as possible Kay was greeted by the sight of a purple, rubbery valley between massive breasts that touched and a feminine slit past them, located accurately atop the undoubtedly female crotch. I'm a woman! She would shudder in shock and the bust would bounce up and down in confirmation as if nodding a yes. Twisting in place she would confirm that she was a very curvy woman with a narrow waist, wide hips and shapely buttocks. Her thighs were wide if not simply massive and so was her kangaroo tail. She looked like she came to existence from a wet dream, just that her skin looked like moist rubber and even made squeaky noises as she moved around. Just looking down at herself was making her wet and needy.
There were rock-hard nipples that itched to be pinched atop her purple bust. She admitted to herself that they contrasted nicely with her green head, waist and ends of remaining limbs. She would have grinned at her purple hips as her nether lips parted, exposing a pink tunnel as her arousal grew to unspeakable proportions. I'm so hot! She would call in her mind as she looked around with hungry eyes for anything that could help her with that, but finding nothing she would grind her thighs together. While doing so her breasts were already lactating thick, honey-like milk that was bound to attract males and females from the neighborhood with its aphrodisiacs.
She could not think straight. Not for long with how her body seemed to fire up at the single thought of encountering a male or female. Instantly her mind would fill with wild visions of sex that would make her drip from her effulged, puffy lower lips a nectar, similar to the stuff leaking from her nipples, rolled over the inner side of her shiny rubber buttocks to drip onto the center of the flower bud where it would get absorbed by green plant-flesh. It was a closed loop with the absorbed liquid being transported back to Kay with vines that infused seamlessly into her legs and tail so she could drip all day without a stop. Not that she knew it, but the knowledge couldn’t possibly made her any more humiliated. Under normal circumstances she would be embarrassed and scared at what the plant had done to her. Yet, the thought that all of it could be permanent and most likely was, it was just turning on her more. She wished someone sucked her aching nipples to release some pressure from inside while screwing her silly. The thought making her part her wide thighs as wide as she could for a brief moment before she could force them closed to rub them together and moan inside her head at just how good it felt. There was still some resistance left inside her, but the horny pod-girl was assaulting her mind with sensations she could not ignore. It was a losing battle and she was bound to enjoy it.
To be continued in the part 2.
