Marcy Discovers More About Herself

Marcy stretched her arms towards the sky and relished the feeling of the early morning sun on her naked skin. She could feel little pinpricks of lights shooting into her skin and filling her with energy.

“This hottie is solar powered!” Marcy said with a giggle.

Despite having become some kind of super-plant witch, Marcy could still feel her old, dorky self shining through. That was okay as long as she got to keep these powers.

“Speaking of powers,” Marcy said.

She extended her hands and focused her energy on the surrounding blades of grass, small clover plants, and other minuscule vegetation. Instead of a powerful burst to dramatically mutate a single plant, Marcy wanted to spray her powers out, creating something more subtle.

Marcy watched as the grass thickened and darkened, gaining a slight purple tinge. She could feel a distinct drain on her powers as she fueled these changes. Apparently, working on a such a vast set of targets pushed her limits.

When she was finished, the changes were hardly noticeable to the human eye. The grass was slightly unkempt and off-colored, but otherwise normal.

However, Marcy could see beyond the physical and saw that her transformed grass now put out a steady plume of dark auras. Marcy felt her pussy tingle as she inhaled the soft, sweet aphrodisiac chemicals the grass now released.

“That should be helpful later,” she said.

Marcy skipped back over to the greenhouse and began to plan for Amy and Kendall’s arrival. According to the schedule, neither of them were slotted to arrive until mid-day, which gave her some time.

Hate and lust seemed ever more intwined in Marcy’s head. It was a little more hate for Kendall, a little more lust for Amy. Both at their highest levels for Annabelle.

Marcy caught sight of her reflection in the cloudy glass of the greenhouse and shuddered. Her eyes burned like two embers and her body looked inhuman, despite its beauty.

Jenny sure seemed freaked out by her. It was probably going to be worse if any customers came by.

“Hmm, I wonder if I can hide this,” Marcy said.

She certainly seemed capable of everything else. Holding out her hand, she focused on the greenish tint of her skin, pouring energy over herself. She imagined her skin as the pale color it used to be and before she knew it, she was changing color.

Marcy focused harder and felt a slight tingle as her body changed subtly. Soon, her skin was the pale color it had always been. Her lips and nipples were dark pink and her eyes no longer glowed, though they retained their reddish-purple color. Her hair remained jet black with the purple sheen.

“Oh well, I can pass with that,” she said.

The ability to keep herself looking like this put a slight strain on her abilities though. It settled on her like a weight on the shoulders.

Then there was the other problem. Marcy was stark naked. Marcy remembered that her clothes had been ruined in the greenhouse the night before. Whatever hadn’t been ripped off of her had melted during her transformation.

Nothing a little magic couldn’t fix, she figured. Focusing on the grass at her feet once more, Marcy willed the blades to rise up and reform themselves around her body. Tendrils of mutating plantflesh coiled around Marcy’s arms and legs before engulfing her belly and breasts. Within a minute, Marcy was swaddled in a shortcut greenish purple dress that generously showed off her large breasts and full, ripe ass.

“Much better! Who knew grass could a designer dress make. God I’m still horrible,” she said with a smile.

Looking out at the parking lot, Marcy saw a car she didn’t recognize pull in. What appeared to be a couple stepped out of the car and approached the main building.

“Don’t fail me now, Jenny,” Marcy said softly.