Marcy fully recognizes her powers

Marcy snuffed the air and let out a long, pleasured sigh. It seemed like every sense was heightened in her, especially smell. Being surrounded by so many beautiful, pure plants filled her with a sparkling sense of pleasure. The room rippled with potential.

First however, Marcy needed a little relief. Her new body begged her for pleasure and she could not deny it any more.

Lifting the pot in the air, Marcy admired her handiwork once more. The thick, fleshy plant-cock at the center of what used to be a succulent stood erect at about eight inches in length and nearly three inches in diameter. It’s body wriggled, seemingly excited to be in such close proximity to its mother.

“You’re kind of cute, you know that?” Marcy said.

Marcy bent forward and kissed the sap covered head of the fleshy member, relishing the sweet, syrupy flavor of the sap that oozed from the tip. As the fluid trickled into her mouth, Marcy felt her whole body heat up to an even greater sexual frenzy.

Taking things a step further, Marcy engulfed the twitching member with her mouth. Having never given a blowjob before, her movements started off awkward and uncoordinated, but still her creation throbbed and bounced with her touch.

The fleshy tendrils that had once been the flat leaves of the succulent reached out caressed Marcy’s face and breasts, only adding to the intimate pleasure. Before long, Marcy could feel her creation throbbing from some kind of plant orgasm.

Hot, floral cream filled Marcy’s belly as the mutant succulent pumped down her throat. The plant cum filled her with unbelievable warmth that made her pussy gush onto the dirty floor of the greenhouse.

To finish, Marcy ran her tongue up the length of the quivering shaft. She noticed that it was much longer than before and now a dark green rather than a pink.

The level of need in the transformed woman’s pussy was beyond control now. Breathing heavily, she placed the pot on the ground and lowered herself to her creation.

Before she could even finish lowering herself, the **** succulent-cock jammed itself into her pussy, sending radiating waves of pleasure through her flesh.

“Time for round two, little guy. Oh shit!”

Marcy wailed as the shaft filled her pussy. She bounced on it, relishing the feeling of the thing moving in and out of her while softly fondling her breasts. She still could t believe how big she had grown overnight and couldn’t help but explore her changes.

As Marcy and her little creation fucked on the dusty floor of the greenhouse, the dark aura surrounding the woman increased. The sun was rising and more of her new powers were surfacing.

Within the greenhouse, the vegetation began to change in subtle ways. This was not the same **** transformation that the succulent had undergone. Rather, Marcy’s dark aura seemed to influence the vegetation subtly.

Flowers darkened and took on more threatening and intense colors. Soft baby blues and pastel yellows became harsh cobalt and electric orange. Fruit swelled in size and increased in ripeness.

After just a few lustful minutes, Marcy’s aura had saturated every fiber of the greenhouse. She cried out in pure bliss as her creation creamed itself in her pussy. There was a loud crack as the pot of the succulent exploded, it’s body now much too large for the confines. The throbbing shaft expanded even more, growing to well over a foot in length. The sweet cum it shot into Marcy’s womb also took on a more sinister aura as if it were becoming filled with dark energy.

Finally, Marcy pulled off of the creature and moaned deeply. She loved the sound of her new voice. It was so rich and musical.

She petted her creation affectionately, giving it a few more pumps along its shaft.

“I think I’ll name you squirt cause you keep squirting inside of me. God, I’m as uncreative as Annabelle now!”

Suddenly, the memories rushed back into Marcy. The way Annabelle had destroyed all her hard work and made her suffer. The months of ****. Marcy’s lust fell away, replaced by anger.

“Fuck them,” she growled.

The aura darkened even more within the greenhouse as Marcy’s anger took the form of subtle magic.

A voice whispered in Marcy’s head in that moment.

“You can make them pay,” it said.

Marcy smiled at the thought of this. Yes, she could make them pay, couldn’t she?

She looked upon her dear, beloved plants and felt their mingled fear and adoration. They weren’t yet infused completely with her essence, but she could change that.

Marcy looked back to squirt and thought for a moment. Squirt seemed perfectly designed for her pleasure and yet it’s cum carried something sinister. It only seemed to effect Marcy by making her hornier, but she wasn’t normal human anymore.

“What am I?” Marcy said, rubbing her hands along her body.

Whatever it was, it felt amazing. She felt totally and completely free! Free from her fat, boring body. Free from those bitchy teenagers. Free even from the laws of physics, it seemed.

Marcy felt the familiar heat of lust flowing back into her pussy. She watched as Squirt inched it’s way over to her.

“Maybe later,” she said. “I need to help your brothers and sisters a little first.”

Marcy stepped over to a small raspberry Bush with a handful of small, unripened berries on it. Focusing on her desires, Marcy imagined that power flowing through her fingers and into the bush, especially the berries.

She watched as green light sparked from her fingers and into the bush. The transformation was more intense this time with the brambles and leaves growing and developing into a thick cluster that overtook its neighbors. The vines swirled around the neighboring bushes, fusing the separate plants into a super plant. The thorns grew fewer, but the ones that remained became longer and sharper, like needles. Clear fluid dripped from the tips.

The berries underwent the most radical transformation. They multiplied greatly until they saturated the mega-bush. Each one grew in size dramatically, going from the size of a normal raspberry to the size of a small plum. The color changed too, going from light red to a dark purple. Within each berry came a soft purple glow. Each berry seemed to magnify the dark aura of the greenhouse.

Plucking a berry and tasting it, Marcy immediately felt sopping wet all over again. The darkness within these berries was magnificent!

“Lustberries,” She said with a soft smile.

Marcy giggled playfully and skipped down the aisles of the greenhouse, trailed by a **** squirt. This place was a playground and she could not wait to keep playing!