The vines outside me seem to be shortening, absorbing themselves into me, and I am pulled mercilessly to the ground until my butt and cunt lay nearly flat. I reach down and grip the thick vine at the base of where it enters me, and pull hard, but I only get pain. “Please,” I groan, my hand drifting to my clit, “make it stop.”
“You know how to make it stop, just tell us what you know.”
The plant beats me to my clit. All the while the doctor and his assistants are taking notes on clipboards. The hairs on it are now becoming painful as they starts to actually dig into my vagina, rooting themselves deep into me, and the vine continues to grow wider and deeper into me, and my pussy fills with heat, swelling with pleasure. I feel a sharp prick, and it pokes through my cervix with the ease that tree roots penetrate slate, but in fast forward, and then stops.
