Grow

A deep, carnal moan tears from your lungs as you feel your body strained well past conventional limits. Despite just being seeded mere moments ago, you appear to be several months pregnant, due to obscene nut growing inside your depths. But rather than a cold, lifeless seed, the object in your womb burns with an unnatural warmth, and seems to wriggle about as it truly is alive.

Though honestly, you don't give it much thought, instead writhing pitifully upon the floor in your slime-coated bliss. With each passing second your belly swells further, the growing seed forcing out large quantities of slimy purple fluid. Then again, every inch of you is coated in ooze by this point, and it pours from your body as if you yourself produce the sweet-smelling sap now. All thoughts of escape have been put on hold, you're finding it difficult to even remember how you got here. What you are aware of is the burning fire between your smooth thighs.

The tendrils affixed to your nipples begin tugging harder than before, as if trying to draw milk. Of course, you couldn't be making milk already, could you? But you can definitely feel a pressure building there, and soon you can feel a thick, rich fluid being pumped from your swollen, tender nipples. The sensory overload has become the single most enjoyable experience of your life as Headmistress, but still your body craves more.

Reaching down around your swollen, sticky tummy is no easy feat, but you finally your slender fingers meet with your puffy, battered slit. Urgently, you grind your hand against your lower lips, squealing out as you feel yet more gooey slap pouring from your loins. Two of those slimy digits slip within your folds, sliding feverishly in and out as you fight to drive yourself towards another mind-breaking climax.

The seed within you seems to recognize that as well, and slowly slides for freedom, carried by the deluge of slippery nectar. That doesn't go unnoticed, as you know feel the demanding pressure of the nut, forcing your sensitive inner walls to contort around it's hard shell. It's exquisite agony, and harsh, **** cries of ecstasy fly from your lips. Finally, the end approaches, and every fiber of your being seems to explode without mercy, causing you to tremble wildly. The convulsions kick your labor into high gear, your inner walls tightening and releasing brutally to **** the monstrous object free with a sickening squelch. With your mind numbed for the moment, you seem to find some form of peace. And you've finally managed to rid your womb of plant's vile offspring.