Accept Your Fate

A sweet smell emanates from the flower, enticing you to get closer to it. Under normal circumstances you would find it suspicious but the tendril penetrating you knows just how to stimulate your clit. You lean towards the flower as you shudder from the orgasm. The flower gently wraps around your face, yet more tendrils emerge and begin to burrow into your head. They crawl under your skin, enter through your ears, your nose, your eyes, you feel something scratching, reaching, and then one single feeler reaches into your mind.

You gasp in shock. The flower's entire crude consciousness flows into you, suddenly you can feel every plant in the greenhouse as if it were part of your body. You can feel their sorrow in being seperated from nature, their pain when they were changed into the form they are now by some outside force, their relief when they sensed you and the potential within you. With you at its' core it can reconnect to the world and take vengeance on those that have despoiled it.

Your connection with the wondrous bloom grows deeper. The tendrils tunnel deeper and you quiver in joy as you feel them transform your sinful flesh into plant matter. Your legs are consumed entirely to bind you to the flower. A rapturous climax overtakes you as the connection is finished- you and the flower are one for eternity.

You will the flower's petals - your petals - to open. The light of the greenhouse illuminates the soft green skin of your core. Compared to the pitiful flesh it was formed from it is far more...aesthetically pleasing. A human would find your voluptuous breasts and gorgeous face quite appealing, even if the rest of your body would terrify them. Crimson petal-like growths on your core give it the impression of hair and clothing, though you still expose plenty of your 'skin'.

You stretch your limbs, feeling out past your body to the other plants linked to you. You'll need to begin spreading your roots throughout the house - your new power is great but you can sense something even greater somewhere in the house. If you could take it this blighted city, this open wound in the world, can be reclaimed by nature.

But then you feel something alien- two somethings in fact. Your entire body shifts, your roots moving like a snake or worm so your core can inspect them. Within two pods slumber your friends from your former life. The chemicals and pheromones that flood the pods keep them in a blissful sleep, at least until you decide what to do with them.