A Subject of the Disgraced Botanist

It was hazy, a distance ringing filled my head as my vision slowly shifted into focus from blurry lights. "Ugh..." I moaned, as pressure built behind my eyes, then slowly dissipates. It takes a few moments for me to realize I have no idea where I am. My heart starts to race as I look around.

Trying to stand up I find myself unable to do so, my wrists and ankles press against cold metal restraints. Panicking I trash about like a trapped animal, until I fall back into the large seat I find myself in. Painting, I try to focus myself, starting a mindfulness breathing exercise while I assess the situation.

The air is uncomfortably thick, the heat and humidity has beads of sweat forming on my forehead. The atmosphere reminds me of a field school course I did years back in the Amazon. The lights are scarce, a slight mist is visible in their halo. While the room is undeniably spacious it feels cramped despite the chair I'm restrained to being the only furniture.

A rustling draws my attention, in front of me in the darkness. It sounds like an animal moving through the dense brush of a forest, though there's no response as I call out into the void. The sound continues over the ambient noise from an HVAC system.

Turning my attention to the "chair" it seems to be a prop out of a horror movie or outdated hospital. The restraints around my forearms and calves are a good inch thick of solid steel and are around six inches long. Built to hold someone much stronger than I. It probably looks ridiculous, this short woman barley 5'3" and a smaller - albeit curvy - body trapped for who knows what purpose.

The humidity leaves my skin moist, a white tank top clinging to my torso and yoga pants feeling like they fit too snugly to be comfortable. My thick curvy brunette hair feels like it's a mess, disheveled at best.

Thinking back a seemingly distant memory comes to me, sitting at a local dive bar near campus. A real meeting of the great minds I joked to the man sitting at the bar near me as two men started yelling at each other over a game of pool that evidently didn't go someone's way. We laughed and joked about life over another pint.

His name rings bells in my tipsy mind. 'No way, the Dr. Gallagher?! Or not "Dr." any longer after he was kicked out of academia with a mix of disgust and laughter'. I don't let on I know him at first, not until he starts inquiring into my own ecological research after confessing I'm a grad student. Then a bit later we're out the door, my common sense couldn't beat my curiosity as he invited me to see his latest project...

The noise is closer now, what I first think is a snake turns out to be some form of vegetation rapidly - for a plant - approaching. Growing out in several vascular shoots it seems like a fever dream. I nervously sit up straighter as they begin surrounding my throne. A single vine grows around the side of the chair, blooming into a beautiful but alien flower as it reaches the height of my head, it's stunning.

Captivated by the colours, spicy aroma and pulsating movement, I stare at it. Realizing I've been holding my breath I force a deep but controlled exhale. With my inhalation spores are released from the plant, floating in the air around me. I don't stop the deep breathing, welcoming them into my body with my breath. I know it's a potentially lethal action but my body is captivated by the overwhelming senses.

The colours around me deepen, become more vivid, strange voices echoing and harmonizing in patterns I can't understand all around the room. The pulsating movement of the plant is amplified, I can see a glowing trail, a network of sorts running through the shoots. Overwhelmed, I try to rationalize it all but come up short, besides the drunken explanation of an alien plant symbiotic relationship on our walk last night. But I have no memories after that...

I feel tendrils of the plant growing up my calves, under my leggings as it continues up I feel them growing thicker. The fabric of the pants begin to tear starting at the bottom. The flower in front of me wilts away until it rejuvenates into a new bud, pulsating as the stem grows thicker. 'it looks almost phallic' I think, and as I do it begins to morph, almost matching my thoughts.

At my sides I feel multiple smaller stems prod into me, finding their way under my tank top. Several grow outwards stretching the top until it tears the fabric open. My hazel eyes go wide as the larger bud starts going towards my freckled face. The harmonizing sounds entrance me, opening my mouth I feel the creature enter. I can't help but think of a particularly girthy ex, who always tested my oral abilities. My lips wrap around the plant, tongue exploring around it.

Goosebumps cover my smooth pale skin as the tendrils have reached my inner thighs, my yoga pants in shreds. Several of the stems have found their way under my white lacy bra, some sort of flower has grown around my nipples, I feel tiny filaments stroking my nipples as if trying to tease me. The stems aren't as gentle as they roughly squeeze around my full breasts. The pleasure and pain is intoxicating.

A feeling of ecstasy starts to fill me, I know the spores are influencing this but I don't care. I feel another flower blooming over my clit as the tendrils have made their way under my panties, now in torn ruins. I feel another vine imitating a cock between my legs, entering and bending just right to hit my g spot.

The pulsating plant matches my movements and moans, growing and shrinking as if reading my mind. The bud I had been sucking sensually starts to withdraw as I approach a climax, shaking and moaning the pleasure washes over me. The vine fucking me begins to grow, and thrust at a faster pace. The orgasm feels elevated by the new senses, letting out a long exhale. I melt into all the sensations over my body.

As if imitating cum, the floating vine in front of me sprays out nectar in short bursts, the warm sweet liquid sprays on my face and down onto my chest. It's viscous and tingles against my skin. A sharp inhale comes from me as I tighten up, I imagine it's the same liquid filling me up now. As the plant slivers back I feel the same tingling as it drips out of my pussy.

Shivering, covered in nectar and sweat, I start to feel deeply embarrassed as all the vegetation starts to retreat. The room begins to quiet down, the strange language I heard before is just a whisper in the back of my mind. The exhaustion hits all at once, my eyelids grow heavy as the world grows smaller. Dozing off to sleep I'm greeted by otherworldly dreams...