Lacey rose slowly to her feet, brushing the dirt from her knees as she surveyed her handiwork. The garden looked fantastic--eight tiny rows of pepper plant seedlings smiled up at her in the early afternoon sun. It should be a good crop this year, Lacey mused; the unseasonable warmth meant a few weeks' extra growing time. It was a also a good excuse for a cold beer and a nice cool shower, she thought as she began picking her way through the garden, collecting tools as she went.
Suddenly Lacey caught her foot on something and stumbled. It was a vine from a squash or a gourd plant, strewn carelessly across the path. That's funny, she thought, I certainly haven't planted any squash yet this year, and I cleaned everything out from last season. I wonder where this came from? Her confusion did not last long, however, as anticipation of a beer and a shower pushed it quickly from her mind.
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Later that evening, Lacey wandered back out to the garden. Taking care not to spill her glass of red wine, she bent over to switch off the sprinkler she had set up earlier that day to water the seedlings. Suddenly something pushed her from behind and she fell forward onto the sprinkler. In moments her entire front side was drenched with cold water.
"Fuck!" Lacey muttered, struggling to stand in the damp earth without crushing her plants. Looking down, she realized without much amusement that her white shirt, now soaking wet, did little to hide her bra-less chest. It clung to the curves of Lacey's breasts while her dark, hardened nipples poked through the thin fabric. Embarrassed and eager to go back inside, she bent to retrieve the wine glass which she had dropped when she fell.
Suddenly, two vines appeared out of the earth in front of her. They found her outstretched hands and tightened quickly around her wrists, bringing her arms behind her back. Lacey gasped in shock. "What the fuck--?"
Suddenly another vine erupted from the soil and wrapped around her head, slipping between her lips and gagging her. Lacey bit down on the wooden-tasting thing, but to no avail. The vine did not release her, but actually tightened, almost completely muffled her groans and curses.
Lacey's eyes widened in increasing terror as another vine appeared before her, much thicker than the first two. It wrapped around her waist and actually raised her off the ground. Lacey kicked her feet wildly, but the vine refused to budge. It suspended her steadily, though not uncomfortably, several feet off the ground.
Abruptly, two smaller vines began to grow off the one wrapped around Lacey's waist. They waved menacingly in her face for a moment before burrowing into the cleavage between her large breasts. Lacey yelped, or would have, as the vines wrapped themselves around the heavy globes, each one encircling one of her breasts several times before they finally stopped. Then they began to tighten, forcing her large jugs into huge round orbs. They bulged straight out on her chest, the skin growing taughter and taughter, until the pressure tore her shirt apart. The vine around her waist made little work of the remaining material, tearing it aside until Lacey was completely topless.
Lacey looked down at her heaving chest. Normally rather pendulous and heavy, her huge breasts swelled out like a bad boob job. The vines, still wrapped around the base of each breast, shook back and forth, causing her heavy, taught breasts to bounce just a little. Her already long nipples now stood out more than an inch from her smooth, pale flesh, bright red and pulsing.
So distracted by her abused breasts was Lacey that she failed to notice the new vine until it had snaked out of the ground and sat hovering between her thighs. It prodded against the crotch of her jeans, startling her. When the vine could gain no access, it rose higher, finding the waistband of her jeans and slipping inside.
Fear even more acute than before set in. The combination of being slightly buzzed, terrified, and having drank far too much liquid proved to be too much for her bladder. Sobbing with shame (albeit still muffled), Lacey unleashed a torrent of piss, quickly soaking her panties and turning the crotch of her jeans a darker blue. Urine ran down the insides of her legs and down her feet, splattering the soil beneath her.
By this time, the vine in her jeans had worked its way down between her thighs. With a powerful downward swing, the vine ripped the offending material away, tearing until the shredded jeans fell away into the dirt. Now Lacey was covered only by a sopping wet pair of white panties. These were disposed of with a mere flick of the tip of the vine, completely exposing Lacey's body.
Although piss still gushed from her bladder, soaking her legs, Lacey kept her thighs tight together. This did not last long, however; two vines shot out of the piss-soaked soil and wrapped around her ankles, spreading them as far apart as physically possible and exposing Lacey's wet, squirting pussy.
Full, fat pink lips spread wide to expel the golden liquid, bulging out rather lewdly from Lacey's crotch. Above her pisshole, a pronounced, fleshy hood did its best to conceal a soft though obviously large clitoris which already just peeked out from underneath. The vine approached the tiny nub and began to stroke it; Lacey let out a muffled squeal and struggled frantically.
As the torrent of urine slowed from Lacey's pussy and the last few drops trickled out of her hole, the vine seemed to get another idea. Abandoning her clit, it slid between the thick wet cunt lips and began probing at her hole. It did not penetrate her, but poked and prodded; it seemed to be testing her tightness. Lacey was by no means loose, but she was in her mid-twenties and had taken a good number of cocks into her pussy. Her hole did not put up a great deal of resistance to the questing vine.
Suddenly the vine retreated. Lacey breathed a sigh of relief; she may be naked and in an extremely compromising position, but at least the bizarre creature which had captured her did not seem intent on rape. Instead, it seemed more interested in her large breasts. Sure enough, even as she watched, two tiny vines no wider than twine sprouted from the ones wrapped around her tits. Each vine wrapped around one of her hard nipples, encircling it several times before beginning to tug. The effect was not painful; in fact, it almost felt pleasurable. It almost felt like the vines were pulling on her nipples, like they were trying to milk them.
Lacey was so distracted once more by this new development that she was unaware of the assault until it was already upon her. Out of the piss-soaked soil between her legs, two vegetables had emerged, hovering on the ends of two thick vines. The first was a long, thick cucumber; the second, a massive yellow gourd.
The cucumber approached her already spread, wet pussy. It stroked her outer lips first, immediately drawing Lacey's attention away from her nipples. She gasped--or tried to--as it found her opening and began to slide into her cunt. Although the head of the cucumber was large, almost the side of her own fist, it slid in surprisingly easily. When it finally met with resistance a few inches in, it began to leak a green, viscous substance from pores all over its surface, making it slide more easily into her already-stretched pussy.
The invading vegetable finally came to rest about six inches inside Lacey's twat, dialating her opening nearly three inches. Her pelvis bulged out obscenely around the fat member, her fleshy lips clinging lewdly to the remaining four inches or so which protruded out of her. The vine at the end of the cucumber writhed between her thighs.
Suddenly, out of the vine at the base of the cucumber, another tiny vine sprouted. This one headed directly for Lacey's clit. It was slippery with the same green substance that had lubricated the cucumber, and so wound itself easily again and again around her meaty organ. Lacey twitched violently as the vine began milking her clit much as the others were doing to her nipples. Those had been stretched another inch or so, and the vines were still pulling on them.
Abruptly the vine around Lacey's waist began to tilt her forward. The vines around her ankles kept her legs in place, essentially bending her in half until her ass stuck directly up into the air, completely exposed. The cucumber was still lodged in her twat, but now the vines had another hole to play with. Two vines shot up out of the earth, branching out on the end like fingers. They found Lacey's asscheeks and plunged between them, spreading the fleshy globes wide apart.
Lacey felt, rather than saw, the massive gourd approach her ass. She felt something warm and wet being squirted onto her asshole; the tip of a vine worked its way into the tight hole, spreading the goo around inside her rectum. She screamed with all her might when three more vine tips slipped into her anus and began to pull, stretching it open. It gaped, albeit reluctantly, providing a widening passage for the gourd.
Although Lacey could not see it, the head of the gourd was actually narrower that the cucumber in her pussy. It too was coated with a viscous liquid, yellow in color, that it seemed to squirt into her ass as it pushed its way in. The effort was more uncomfortable than painful, and Lacey's ass (which had taken items of considerable girth) stretched rather easily to accomodate the gourd, until at last the vines withdrew and the gourd slipped in easily.
Lacey's anus closed around the neck of the gourd, spasming a little as it adjusted to the sensation. What she didn't know was that the gourd still had a much larger, longer, fatter body with which to penetrate her, although for now it seemed content to allow her ass to adapt.