Botanical Beauty Pt 02

Adam's Journal entry Day 1

There was a forest fire that suddenly came out of nowhere last night and was larger than anything I have ever seen in my life. Luckily I didn't have to worry for me or my house connected to my clothing store as they were far enough away, but some of the others weren't so lucky. I called as many people as I could, and each of them told me they were fine, but they had to evacuate their properties as quickly as possible. Once I contacted everyone I wanted, I decided to go back to bed and get some shut-eye, knowing everyone was safe.

Adam's Journal entry Day 2

Okay, so this is going to be hard to explain. After the news stated that the smoke had cleared and it was safe to go outside, I decided to head to my friend Daniel's house to help him build the shack that he wanted in his backyard. While I was driving, I eventually reached a dirt road with fences surrounding me and my truck which was carrying the supplies, and what do I see in the middle of the road? A collection of cars that were parked haphazardly, and a bunch of people looking at something out in the field on my right.

Of course I got curious, and had to join them to see what all the commotion was about, so I parked my truck like everyone else and went into the crowd. Once I got close to the fence, I looked into the field and saw the wildest thing to ever appear in front of my eyes. There was a green, 3-foot-naked "flower woman thingy" out there just staring back at us. I knew it was a woman because, despite her height, her breasts appeared to be D cups, which, while average for an adult female, looked absolutely massive on her. (P.S. I have gotten very good with ALL measurements with my eye, NOT just the private objects on a woman's chest; it's just a skill you get when you measure clothes your whole life.)

But that wasn't the only thing about her that was shocking; she had nothing on her brown face except 2 giant black, glossy eyes that were staring into our souls like the devil themself. She also had bright pink petals surrounding her head like a flower.

After a good 5 minutes of more and more people gathering around the side of the road, it was only a matter of time for a police officer to show up. He sped his car as close as he could to the crowd, slamming on the breaks, almost rear ending a car in the process. He then got out of his car, face all red and sweating, and stormed right towards the group and yelled at us to "GET OUT OF HERE!" and "STOP BLOCKING THE ROAD!" But when he saw what we were looking at, he changed his mind and instead told us "STEP BACK, I GOT THIS!"

"LADY!" He yells at the creature while climbing over the fence, almost landing face first into the mud.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR UP TO, BUT YOU BETTER TAKE OFF THAT COSTUME OR I AM ARRESTING YOU FOR PUBLIC INDECENCY!"

The girl doesn't respond and looks at the cop with indifference.

He's was now rapidly approaching her position, feet stomping so hard you can hear them slapping the wet grass. "LAST WARNING!" He was only a few feet in front of her at this point, and the creature still refused to move.

Once the cop was close enough, he grabbed the creature by the wrist, and in a split second, she began shaking her head wildly, causing a massive orange cloud to form around the cop and creature. Everyone else that was there began panicking and ran away to their vehicles. I did the same. I don't know what the blue cheese double decker I just witnessed, but I was not going to stick around to find out.

Once I got in my truck, I tried to start it. I knew I was going to one day regret being sentimental, because it was taking forever for the engine to start like it always does. As I continued to struggle, I looked up at the orange cloud and saw only the creature walking out, breast jiggling, and coming right towards me.

Panicking, I tried pushing the key even harder, like that would do something, it didn't work. All personal value for the truck was gone at this point, as I started banging on the dash board as if the truck would go, "Alright buddy, after choosing to punch me, I'll help you out this time."

I tried and tried and tried, but it just wouldn't fudging start. I looked up again, and the creature was no longer there. Practically yelling in fear, I pushed the key as hard as possible into the key hole thing, until I finally heard the truck start. I slammed on the gas pedal, turned the wheel all the way to the left, and made a U-turn right back home. I think my friend's shack can wait for another day.

When I got back home, I immediately called the police, but the line was very busy. I kept calling and calling, but no matter what I did, they just didn't pick up.

Eventually I had no choice but to give; there was no one picking up, which means that they were busy with something, more than likely dealing with the calls of the other folks that saw the creature as well. With little comfort in wanting to go back outside, I called my Dan, saying the shack was going to have to wait, and retired for the night.

Adam's Journal entry Day 3

Ok, so it turns out the weird thing that I witnessed yesterday was only the appetizer. Ho boy, did the Gods bring out the big lobster for me on this one? When I woke up this morning, I decided that I would resume trying to bring Daniel the supplies for his shack. Creature or not, I didn't want yesterday to get in the way of me stepping outside of all things.

I went out into my garage, where my truck was (which was going to the scrap yard very soon), and went to the cargo bed and opened the tarp to check and make sure none of the wood or parts got damaged or lost from yesterday. Inside what I found was the wood, the other metal bits, the tools, and the creature from yesterday.

After I realized what I was looking at, I jumped backwards a little bit. She was lying in my cargo bed, using the tarp as a blanket, snoozing away like she owned the thing. She must have somehow gotten into the truck sometime when I was trying to get away.

Now I am not one for knowing what to do in a stressful situation, so the very second that I noticed her, I yelped very loudly, causing the woman to flutter her eyes open before sitting up and staring right into me.

Panicking I tried to run but started to trip on anything that I had left out on the floor in the garage, which was everything in the garage.

I tripped over the chainsaw and nearly landed on the metal rake's teeth. Luckily, I was able to catch myself grabbing the shelf near me that was holding my collection of machetes. But then the shelf broke, and all the blades came down, almost stabbing me, but luckily all that happened was that I hit my head on the cement, knocking myself out.

When I awoke, I found myself lying on my stomach, with the creature kneeling down and poking me on the side with a trowel. I sat up quickly and scooted away till I hit my back against the wall and stared at her; she stared back.

We just looked at each other for a good few minutes. I was petrified, but she wasn't moving either. So I eventually calmed down my breathing and got enough nerve to slowly get up, slowly walk to the door into the house, slowly opened it, slowly got inside, and closed the door

slowly.

Once I stepped into the house, I heard the phone. I walked over it and picked it up.

"Hello?"

It was Daniel, my friend, who wanted his shack built. I apologized profusely to him for the delay, but then he said.

"I'm not calling to yell at you, Adam. I'm calling because I'm telling you not to come to my property."

"Wha... why?"

"Because of the little green women outside."

"Little... green woman?"

"Yes! Did you check the radio? It told us, There's a bunch of them all over the nearby villages... are they near you?"

I put the phone down and went to the window. I pulled the curtains wide open and saw four, 2-foot green woman creatures staring at me. Each one had breasts as big as their heads, if not bigger. One had purple petals, one had yellow, another green, and the last red.

Honestly, they reminded me of a kid's show that I used to watch.

I closed the blinds, calmly walked back to the phone, and picked it up.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to call you back."

The very second that I hung up, I heard a click from the door to the garage. I forgot to lock it, I stared at the hallway that leads to it, hearing the soft patter of naked feet getting louder with each step. I stand there frozen as I watch the plant woman turn the corner towards me, trowel in hand.

I didn't realize this before, but she seemed a lot bigger than yesterday. Originally, she looked like she went to my waist; now it looked like she went up to my belly button; maybe a little higher, my guess is she is now... 3 feet, 7 inches. Her breasts were also a lot bigger, 5 inches, or E cup, a full cup size larger than yesterday's.

She swayed herself over to me, each step causing her breasts and hips to jiggle a little. Once, she was only 2 inches from me. She then began to poke me in the stomach with the trowel again.

And I just stared and stared and stared at her, perplexed, until I just calmly put my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her to the front door.

She didn't resist; instead, she would look at me. Her eyes were so glossy, I saw my reflection through them.

"Alright, little lady..." I slowly open the front door. "I think it's time for you to..."

As I opened the door on the other side, the other, smaller woman I saw in the window stared back at me in front of the door.

They didn't move, so I chose to ignore them, and I gently pushed the pink-petaled one outside. Once she was, she turned around and looked at me as I closed the door and locked it. I then peaked through one of the windows, and of course I saw them all staring at me; in fact, there were a few more of them on other people's lawns or in groups. I quickly closed the curtain and decided, That's enough excitement for today. So I opened up a bottle and drank it until I passed out for the night.

Adam's Journal entry Day 4

I woke up on the floor with a huge headache, surrounded by 3 empty bottles. At first, I panicked because my doctor said I needed to cut back or my heart was going to give on me. But I looked at the labels and realized only one of them was beer.

I signed with relief, realizing that the others were an empty bottle of ketchup and olive oil.

And then I panicked, realizing that I had drunk a whole bottle of ketchup and olive oil.

Not having enough time to contemplate, I heard the ringing of the telephone.

I got up, quickly went to the phone, and picked it up.

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"THIS IS A AUTOMATED VOICE MESSEGE; YOUR LOCAL AREA HAS BEEN QUARENTINED BY THE GOVERNMENT, AND YOU ARE ORDERED TO STAY IN DOORS AND NOT INTERACT WITH ANYONE FROM THE OUTSIDE. THIS MESSAGE WILL REPEAT."

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With that, I heard a bunch of trucks speeding through our little village, so I went to the window and peaked through.

The first thing I saw was the pink-petaled one; she was the only one standing in my yard. Only she looked even taller than yesterday. She looked to be around 4 feet, 3 inches. But I also saw a lot more of the flower girls standing around the neighborhood... a lot more. It's honestly starting to worry me that they're coming from nowhere.

All of them were looking at the huge white and green vans that had the acronym B.C.U. written on them. They were speeding through the area. One by one, there must have been like a hundred trucks that went through here until I saw a number of the trucks stop around my area.

Then I watched groups of 10 guys get out of each truck wearing hazmat suits; they had tranqulizer darts and nets. And started sprinting towards any of the plant girls to try and put a net on them, but the very second, they started to capture a few. The captured ones started to cry out to the other plant girls, who saw what was happening and began to shake their heads like crazy. causing a massive orange cloud to form around the area.

I could barely see anything; the cloud was too thick to see through. All I heard was people yelling and coordinating with each other and a bunch more noises from the plant girls. I just stared into the cloud, trying to see if there was anything I could witness.

But then I got jump scared by the pink-petaled one slamming her body against the window. Her nipples were on full display plastered onto the glass, and I saw that her breasts have also grown to 6 inches (F cup). Her eyes lacked emotion, but I could tell that she was scared. I think she wanted me to help her.

Now listen, believe me when I say that I am a pretty conservative man, so I believe it is my solemn duty to listen to whatever our leaders tell us to do. Because I am no traitor to the state or its PEOPLE.

But... The way she was looking at me through the window, I just couldn't feel it was right to leave her when she needed me most. It just doesn't sit right to let her be so afraid.

I was able to quickly get her inside with no problem. With how thick the cloud was, there was no way anyone would see me. But doing so caused some of the dust to enter the house, causing me to accidentally get whiffs of some of the dust through my nose. It smelled like the freshest sunflowers that you could ever find in the field.

After she got in, I quickly closed the door again and looked through the window. The cloud was clearing very quickly, and I saw 2 of the hazmat girls (I think they were girls; their butts were really big in their suits.) were using a kind of industrial vacuum cleaner to clean up the air.

Once the air was clear enough, I saw that all of the plant girls nearby were gone except for those that were hiding or being escorted into the vans.

One particular hazmat woman (I REALLY hope I am not being sexist, but trust me, the butt on the person was so big I just couldn't help but stare in awe as it jiggled in front of the window). got close to my window;

she

was chatting on the radio. While I couldn't hear much of what

she

said, I did here about "being too full and having to come back."

Eventually,

she

hanged up, and I watched

her

and the others close their vans which each held a dozen of the plant girls inside, and headed off to who knows where.

As I watched them leave, I felt a crushing weight wrap around me and two soft objects on my back. I looked behind me and saw the plant girl hugging me. She was staring right into my eyes, and I'm going to be honest with you, I was not expecting her to do that. But looking into her eyes... something tells me I did the right thing by helping her out.

Though I will admit, I did feel a little bit aroused when I felt her body against mine.

***

After an hour of her hugging me (I really tried to get her off; I really did), I decided to bring her into the store and give her some clothes. Her walking around the house naked just didn't feel right to me, even if she never seemed to mind.

I brought her into the changing booth and got her some underwear. I first tried to put on a pair of bottoms, but once it started touching her, um... privates, she started to moan. I got way too embarrassed and stopped immediately; I was not expecting her to make THAT noise.

So I then tried to put a bra on her. She had to get one of the largest sizes I had, but it would fit perfectly.

I say WOULD because she started resisting me whenever I tried to tighten the strap. I tried to keep her in place, but she was surprising strong for her size. I struggled and struggled with her to put it on for like 10 minutes, and each time she would simply push me away.

But I am not one to give up. I kept trying and trying and trying until I finally got the bra on and tightened the strap. With an exhausted huff, I stepped back and looked at my handiwork.

Only to watch her start jumping up and down like she's using a jump rope, causing her breasts to bounce widely until the sheer momentum of her bust caused the bra to snap off.

Staring in disbelief, I decided it was time to give up. And I moved on to find her more clothes.

Learning from my mistake, I decided to give her a pair of exercise shorts and a loose-fitting T-shirt, which were both a size too large, so hopefully she wouldn't resist me this time or... make any weird noises.

Surprisingly, I was able to put on the shorts with no problem (or noise). Same for the T-shirt, but she started to pull at her collar.

At first, I thought it was somehow still too tight around her neck. So I turned around to look for another shirt, but then I heard a ripping sound. I looked back and saw that she had ripped the shirt so that her cleavage was now exposed.

Looking at her completely perplexed, I decided that this was the best that I was getting with this weed and decided to bring her back into the house so I could watch her fiddle with her clothes while I did some chores around the house.

Adam's Journal Entry Day 5

Look, I know it's weird, but I decided to give flower head a name. I felt it was too weird to keep calling her "the plant girl," especially with her constantly being in my house for the day. At first, I was going to call her Tulip or Rose, but I felt like that was a little too on the nose (hey that rhymes). So instead, I named her after a clothing store. I chose to name her Macy; it's not anything special, but I feel like she could get used to it.

Speaking of which, I ended up having to lock her in the garage once again. I couldn't keep her outside, and she couldn't keep her hands off me, she kept touching me wherever I went, and I don't mean just poking me either; she liked to rub her hands on my back or belly whenever she can, and it was starting to make me feel... embarrassed. I mean... why does she keep touching me in such a weird way?

Oh, and don't worry, I removed a lot of the dangerous stuff from the garage to keep her safe and gave her two proper blanket and pillows incase she wanted sleep again.

Since the start of quarentine, I have done nothing but chores and reading my books. But as I was reading, I couldn't help but think about Macy in the garage. I don't know why, but I felt like she would be much happier just being around me. And not alone in the garage.

Later that day, I decided to make her something to eat. I mean... I know she doesn't have a mouth and all that, but you can never be too sure. Plus, if she CAN eat, then I have been starving her for 2 days straight.

Now I don't know what a "plant girl" would eat, but I don't think she take to kindly with eating her own kind. So I wipped her up a small, well-done steak with butter, some nice bacon that was just the right texture and a omelet with cheese on the inside. At least if she doesn't want to eat this, I can have a nice brunch.

I slowly cracked open the garage door and went inside. "Hey Macy, I want to show you something."

I see a rustle from the blanket in the back of my truck. She must have been using it as her go-to place to sleep.

"Now I don't know if you need to eat or not, but I got some grub here if you want any.

The truck was pulled in, so I didn't see her that well getting out of the trunk. I do see her leaving the blanket and starting to stand up.

"Come on, I want to see if you will like it."

She goes around the corner of the truck and becomes completely visible to me. Once I laid eyes on her, I dropped the glass plate of food onto my foot.

She was even taller than yesterday. And I don't mean like a little bit; I mean like nearly an entire foot. She was now 5 feet 2 inches and now comes up to my neck, with wider curves around her body.

And her breast... I'm sorry for being so crude, but cheese and Ritz. Her breasts went up another cup size; she's now an G cup, or 7 inches, and each one is now the size of her head.