A Dark Eden

Marcy fondled a small tomato lightly in her hand, channeling all of her darkest new desires into the ripe fruit. She threw her head back and sighed deeply as the tomato swelled in her hand, filling with her lust like a water balloon.

She could almost feel the pleasure of the plant as it transformed to her touch. It was like she was connected to all plants around her.

The tomato swelled to the size of a grapefruit, it’s core glowing with Marcy’s corruption. The darkness within seemed to reach a critical mass and Marcy watched as glowing purple veins moved up the stem and began to infect the rest of the plant.

Within a minute, every other fruit on the plant had swelled to a similar size and changed color to emit the deep purple glow. The plant itself thickened and developed considerably.

“Another beautiful child!” Marcy cooed. “I don’t even know what to call you!”

She skipped over to a batch of sunflowers and began to zap each one with her powers. The stems lengthened and the flower petals expanded, casting deep shadows over Marcy. One by one, the seeds in the center of each flower popped out, replaced by dark purple tendrils. Each flower bent over to caress its new beloved master, feeling her soft skin and large, supple breasts.

Marcy squealed and giggled as she felt the tendrils rub against her, the tips sparking with purple lust energy. She felt even hornier now that more of these precious plants had fallen to her.

She wondered how her new creations would react to a regular person. Each new creation put out even more darkness than the last. What would that darkness do to a person?

“Well it did this to me,” Marcy said softly, hefting her massive breasts.

She peaked up at the sky and saw that the sun was almost entirely up by now, putting the time at around seven o’clock. The nursery opened at seven thirty.

Marcy wandered to the doorway, feeling the psychic pull of her dear creations. They wanted their mamma.

“I’ll be back, relax my loves!”

Marcy stepped out into summer morning and scooped up a few blades of grass in her hands. As she walked over to the main building, she funneled her idle lust into the grass. Each blade grew and thickened in her hands until each was the size of small snake, the heads shaped like that of a cock. Each one glowed with a core of lustful corruption.

Stepping into the main lobby, Marcy inspected the staffing board for the day. Becca was off and this bummed her out to no end. She desperately wanted to explore these changes with the girl.

Despite all her nasty coworkers, Marcy felt that Becca made the job worth it. The girl had quickly become one of her closest friends. She was a glimmer of light in the storm of darkness that now hovered over Marcy’s soul.

Strangely enough, Annabelle was absent for the day, but her two sycophants were scheduled. Marcy thought this was weird, but liked the idea of having alone time with Annabelle’s friends first.

Jennifer Wheeler was on call for reception and Helen Maxwell was on for their lead sales rep.

Marcy suddenly felt something prying at her pussy lips. It was one of her grass blades. The creature worked its way inside and began to crawl towards Marcy’s womb.

“Anxious little guys aren’t you,” she giggled.

All of a sudden, Marcy saw car lights in the distance and recognized Jenny Wheeler’s Jeep.

“Oh joy!” She giggled.