Head towards the greenhouse

Maybe you will be able to find something useful in the greenhouse. It's closer than the garage and these tired old legs of yours sure are making it hard to run around the compound. You jog over to the door to side entrance of the greenhouse and open it with a hiss of pressure. It's very hot and humid inside and this part of the dome is stuffed with lush jungle plants.

Pressing through the undergrowth, you begin to detect a very sweet smell. You press past a seeming wall of dense ferns and emerge in a field of thick vines tipped with strange, flower-hued bulbs. Your gaze follows the thick vines up to the trunk of a massive plant, only this is no ordinary plant.

A beautiful woman appears merged with the fat, green vegetable trunk. Her arms and legs disappear entirely into the woven bundle of plant matter, leaving her large breasts hanging forward and her head and neck able to move. It's as if she is a part of the plant and beneath her, where her intimate parts might be, is a furrow of green flesh with flowery petals. It is beautiful and grotesque at the same time.

It is only as the vines begin to shift around you, and the plant woman lifts her head, that you realize how much danger you are in. She opens her dark green eyes and gazes at you across the clearing as bulb-tipped vines rise all around you.

"A man," she says with delight. "I have not had a man for days and I am so hungry. Let me taste you..."

"What?" you stumble back.

To your horror, vines curl tightly around your legs, locking you in place up to your knees. More vines move in closer, fighting through your hands and throwing open your lab coat. The plant woman smiles at the sight of your naked flesh. One of the bulbs at the end of a vine moves past your face and for the first time you see its anatomy up-close. Shaped almost like a bulging, scarlet pod, its tip curls back like two lips and between them is a slit, dripping with sweet-smelling, milky liquid and full of delicate fronds. Look at such an alien orifice you are somehow filled with intense lust. You realize it must be the flowery smells of the plant woman getting to your mind.

You gasp as the tip of one of the bulbs plays across the head of your - Professor Frakenstein's - flaccid cock. The sensation is intense, like a giant clittoris dangling from between your legs being touched by a lover's tongue. You moan as the bulb rubs its moisture against your cock and the flesh responds, beginning to grow stiff. You cannot help but gasp as it slides down around your hardness, engulfing you and bathing you in a warm, wet pleasure. The delicate tendrils inside begin to move and caress your cock and you almost immediately begin to fight the urge to orgasm.

"Don't resist," coos the woman fused with the plant. "Let me taste your sweet honey. Fill my cup with your delicious cum."

She has dragged you closer to her and now lifts you up with her vines, holding your face close to hers, she smiles cruelly as her bulb slurps up and down on your hard cock.

"I will drain every drop," says the plant woman, "And then I will turn the rest of you into nutrients."

The horror of her threat mixes with the sweet lust of her aroma and the pleasure of the bulb sucking intently and massaging your cock. This male pleasure is too intense. You know you cannot hold back your orgasm much longer. If you're going to escape, you have to act quickly. You still have one hand free. You could grab the bulb attached to your cock and try to tear it free or you could lash out and attack the woman fused with the plant. A new wave of pleasure shudders from your cock up your spine as the slurping mouth of the pod sucks you closer and closer to the brink.

"Yesssss," moans the plant woman, dragging you so close her huge breasts mash against your chest. "I can taste your precum seeping out. Release your sweet juice into me."