Em very rapidly lost track of time after that, her body shuddering and convulsing as it was brought to the brink of ecstasy over and over again. The plant’s tendrils seemed to greedily suck down all of her available fluids, her breasts very quickly lactating as she consumed more and more of the substance fed to her, and her folds flowing continual streams of orgasmic bliss as she felt the tendril within pound her for all she was worth.

She vaguely felt the plant seeming to push over her entire body, overtaking her form as it did so. Her entire form stayed pinned and immoble due to all the vines wrapped around it, but said vines seemed to grow and ‘flex’ against her shuddering appendages. More of the substance seemed to seep over her form, flowing out from the large patch of plant covering her midsection, along with the leaf-like flowers groping and squeezing her breasts. She’d let out barely audible gurgles as it took, her body full of this plant’s substance and hardly able to push out any form of sound like vibrations. Her head jerked and wiggled what little it could as even more tendrils slid and pressed into her ears from the top of the bulb, Em shuddering and shaking at their inclusion, before she cam again as the further stimulation drove her that much higher.

As things flowed onward, Em could feel more, and more, and more of the substance overtaking her body completely. She felt the tendrils in her ears wiggle and gingerly press around her skull, seeming to gently ‘interface’ with her mind and directly meld with it. Her chemically addled state only seemed to further empower this effect, her mind able to start ‘feeling’ her juices flow throughout the plant. Her body shuddered as she felt the plant get another ‘feeding’ from her, more pleasure racking her brain directly resulting in further orgasms, leading into more pleasure in a loop. She bucked the tiny bit she could before suddenly her body felt ‘disconnected’, her mind up in the clouds of bliss as the plant itself began to feel like ‘her’. Her arms were the vines, her body the bulb she sat in, her legs the leaves that pressed against the forest floor.

And it was upon that final feeling, that the end of the transformation ‘snapped’ itself into place.