Nope, It looks like they want to go even deeper

The tendrils slowed their thrusts, allowing my body to stop trembling and for my eyes to refocus. The plant began to withdraw from my insides with slower, much longer drives. Its coils pulled almost all the way out of my body, leaving me feeling empty.

"I guess we're done," I whimpered, still reeling from the experience.

"I can't believe I'm not sore," I said, grabbing my tummy and giving it a little shake, feeling the liquid slowly drip out of me, "When the elixir wears off, I certainly will be."

But the tentacles didn't fully withdraw, they just waited, still lodged in my ass. Looking at the plant in front of me, I saw a new tendril emerge, inching its way toward me. It was a deep red color, and clearly different from the ones inside me. I eyed it suspiciously, wandering what it meant to do. This one looked like it might not be for pleasure. I might be able to reach the knife in my bag should I need to fight.

It paused in front of my face, tilting its 'head' as though it were a curious pup. Faster than I could blink, a glint shot from the tendril, and it dove into my neck. A sharp pain shot through my body as the plant's needle injected something directly into my bloodstream.

"Wha- thhe fugg?" I mumbled; my speech was already slurring from the venom.

I tried to sit up, but my body was no longer working properly. I opened my mouth to scream for help, but only a groan came out. The tendrils in my ass stirred once again. Each of them coming to life as if being powered on one by one. They immediately started diving back in, pumping and prodding at my insides. The pressure built up quickly, and I could feel them getting harder again; this time though, they didn't release anything inside of me. Instead, they reached further up my colon, and began to stretch my insides.

"Shid, shid, shid!" I garbled as I felt the plant thrust deeper into my body. The plant pushed, and I could feel the tendrils reach past the bend, no longer satisfied with something so shallow. I felt like I could be split in two; my cherry was now being torn apart rather than popped.

The plant stopped thrusting just as quickly as it started, no longer interested in giving way to the pressure inside me. Instead, it only slithered inside. I could feel them filling my insides with writhing girth, reaching further and further, giving my stomach a bulging warp.

"This shouldn't even be possible," I thought through the haze, "the poison had to have changed something in my body-"

"Ho... fuGJK!" I cried out as the plant finally pushed its way into my stomach. The acids there didn't seem to phase the tendrils; in fact, I noticed that a few of the coils, each a darker green than the rest, were pumping things out from my body. Was the plant eating my waste??

"Gross... just gross..." I moaned as the plant continued to move in and out of my insides.

Most of the viny appendages stopped there. A familiar feeling met my ass as they began to throb and pulse. They were about to cum inside me again!

I mumbled incoherently as the plant began to pump in earnest, spurting more ooze so deep into my body it felt like a hose. The red tendril came up again, marking my condition. The needle it had plunged into my neck still reflected the sunlight at certain angles. I could feel it's eyeless gaze upon me, observing me as I was fucked, as my insides were stretched to their limit.

I felt my body being stretched beyond my limits, but somehow, it wasn't enough. I needed more. I moaned with each pump; the tendrils still pulsing my insides wider and feeding me its seed. Finally succumbing completely to the pleasure and releasing any defenses I had left, I was in a state of pure bliss. My body was being used without regard for how I was faring, and I loved every second of it.

Still, I could barely keep track of what was happening, so when I felt the tentacles reach from my stomach to the end of my esophagus, I just whimpered in ecstasy, my mind incapable of piecing together what was bound to happen.

It was only when my throat began to bulge that I felt any sort of apprehension again. It was getting hard to breathe, and my gag reflex was getting hard to ignore.

"Wait, wait, wait... that's not possible..." I gasped as the tendrils expanded my neck with their girth.

I could feel them gathering in the back of my throat; they were almost to my mouth.

"I can't do this," I whimpered, "I'm gonna die... I can't take this... please, no- gGRGLhk-"

I felt the plant's tendrils burst into my mouth, halting my speech, still splurting their muck. It tasted like a sweet syrup, but I could hardly concentrate on the flavor. Instead of dying, an orgasm the likes of which I have never experienced ever before overcame me. The plant's tendrils pumped into my throat, my stomach, my intestines, and my ass, each of which were now as sensitive as my clit.

I could feel them everywhere, each of them throbbing as they pumped their juices into me. Each pulse was a sledgehammer, but somehow soft. The plant's coils pushed past my teeth, then my lips, and I felt its seed spattering against my face. It was almost like I was getting fucked and facialized from both ends, but it was one continuous mass of writhing tentacles doing the fucking instead of men.

Some of the tendrils began to wander into holes not meant for any such insertion. I could feel them in my nose and my ears. Even my brain might become an erogenous zone for the plant to toy with as it pleased. My body was being used like a toy; I was nothing but a conduit for its seed. I felt like a sex doll. It was pure utilitarian fornication for the plant but an incredible, electrifying pleasure for me.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." was all I could manage to think.

Finally, they began to slow down. I felt the plant's tendrils begin to thin, seemingly out of cum. My belly was swollen and bloated with its seed, and my insides were utterly full; my colon, my rectum, my stomach, my esophagus, and finally my mouth. I could feel the plant's seed in every hole and tube but my pussy. If they had used that as well, I doubt I would have remained sane.

It was a strange sensation, but I could feel myself being left to my own devices again, even as the plant's thrusting disconcerted.