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.