Helen Mayweather slowly returned to consciousness once more.
It had been a month since she had originally been taken by the giant plant in the rainforest and already so much had changed.
It had felt so good when she was first pulled inside the slippery, soft and seductive vegetation, but that could well have been because of the highly potent drugs that had been slamming through her brain.
They'd made her feel... well, they'd made her feel wonderful -- all her worries had evaporated and her body was taken away by a surging tide of desire.
Her nipples had swollen and her vagina... no, her pussy -- her sweet, hot cunt -- had begged and pleaded for stimulation -- for something, anything, to slam into it over and over.
On top of all of this was a tremendous sense of euphoria and a sense that everything was right in the world. Before encountering this plant, there were worries of debt, responsibilities, finding her place in the world of science.
Once the sweet euphoria hit though, not even being trapped inside the plant could bother her.
And she was so very happy it caught her. Inside it, an army of tendrils had slid across her body, kneading her muscles in just the right places, delighting her sensitive spots and tying up her up tight and immobile.
She'd never been one for bondage, but if it felt half as arousing as this flower pod's efforts, she could see the appeal.
Once she was safely trussed up in a foetal position, knees pinned to stomach, arms pinned to sides, the main stalk that had filled her so completely with that narcotic fluid began another assault on her pussy.
And this time she bucked and thrust back with all her might -- eager to become fuller, tighter and get more of the stuff inside her.
Eventually the fucking ceased and she drifted into a blissful slumber, while the vines caressed her.
Tiny tendrils slipped inside her ears and found her brain tissue, wrapping it up gently as they studied and probed it, learning all they could from it, before making delicate incisions to any parts of it that might offer resistance -- provided they wouldn't interfere with any functions needed to keep Helen alive and healthy.
Inside her stomach, the fizzing fluid congealed and solidified as something gestated and grew, and two days later the pod opened and she awoke for the first time.
Leaves unfolded and rested at the ground around her, while Helen sat on a giant flower bud -- held upright only by the green shoots of the plant.
Her legs were resting far apart, wrapped but not restrained in vines, while her arms rested at right angles to her body, held by the tendrils.
One leaf had not joined its companions on the floor and supported her back as she reclined against it.
Soft ferns were swaying in front of her, brushing past her body gently -- almost reverently, as if they carried some great respect for her.
Her stomach was enormous -- as if she was carrying a two-foot wide beach ball -- and her tits, her tits weren't much smaller.
They had been -- and still were being -- pumped full of something.
Two stalks with rubbery flowers at the end were attached to her nipples and were performing a seductively alternating push-pull action.
Helen knew she probably ought to go, that something about this was bad, but she couldn't think quite what.
Always one to trust her instincts, she tried leaning forward to get up, but found herself quickly being eased back down by the vines before she collapsed into a blissfully relaxed state.
SUCK-SHLUP-SUCK-SHLUP-SUCK-SHLUP
The more it went on, the more irresistible the feeling, and within minutes, Helen had thrust her impressive rack forward and into the sensation.
As she leaned into her delight, a woman entered her field of vision. The stunningly beautiful blonde woman who had been there before.
"Well, hello there," she beamed.
Helen said nothing, curious as to what was going on.
"I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself," said the woman, squatting down beside Helen.
"My name is Mirabel, and I'm here to help you. All of you."
Now Helen was just confused.
"Wh... Help? How? What?"
"Why, help humanity of course. You people are so violent, so angry. You're obsessed with such trivial follies; money, land, religion, sex. Well, can't fault you on the latter.
"I'm here to help. My sisters and I are going to stop your petty squabbles over the first three and give you more than your fair share of the last."
She winked at Helen, who simply looked back blankly in response.
"But I suppose you're still a little out of it from the Breeder plant. Can't blame you.
"That thing's filled you with spunk, cut out any resistance and right now is pumping your tits full of nutrients that will end up distributed to the rest of your body.
"Only what you need to stay alive, suppress your appetite and grow a killer bod.
"...not that you'll have much need for it..."
She leaned down to whisper in Helen's ear.
"You know, sometimes, out here, I start wondering... I start fantasising about what it would be like to be in there... Coming. Again and again..."
She reached a hand down to Helen's pussy which was dripping wet and slowly began a gentle thrusting with her two forefingers, causing her to squirm involuntarily.
"Filled with juicy Breeder sperm... Wrapped up nice and tight before being left in the open air and caressed. Over and over... Endlessly...."
Helen blinked. Endlessly?
"But that would be bad," finished Mirabel. "Very very bad."
"But then I'm a bad girl..."
She leant in and brushed her tongue past Helen's lips.
"I can resist though. The more important question is; can you?"
She rubbed a moist patch of earth beneath Helen's thighs, and at once a thick rubbery shoot emerged.
The thing was about four inches in diameter with a bright, lurid green all the way along the stalk, before culminating in a neon pink array of petals, that looked more like flesh than plantlife.
The head of the stalk pointed straight upwards and twitched, as if sniffing the air before pointing straight at Helen's crotch.
With unnatural speed, it flew straight at the warm target and clamped its petals down on her labia.
Slick juices stopped it from getting too tight and painful a hold, as it squirmed and gyrated round her lips.
With the triple assault of the two arousing pumping suctions on her breasts, and a third at her crotch, Helen squirmed in her throne, while tendrils slithered and ferns caressed.
It felt amazing, and hours passed as the sucking motion caused Helen to lose herself to endless pleasure, her body delicately played like an instrument in the grasp of the plant.
