Establishing the heart

Aphrodite idly watched everyone leave the conference room, everyone else going to complete their missions. The exception was Vivian, who stayed curled up in her chair, licking her fingers idly. The queen didn't pay too much attention though, most of her mind was currently focused on the magic swirling around her and slowly permeating the building. The building had already started to transform under her guidance, wooden desks and beams creaking and cracking as they sprouted new shoots of growth, while steel and metal warped and changed. However, the goddess could already sense an issue. Breaking off her concentration for the moment, she stood up and walking over to the by-now masturbating catgirl.

"Vivian, come on. We need to do a few things." The catgirl lazily looked up with **** ****.

"Do I have to? I wanted to take a nap," she pouted, and Aphrodite sighed.

"Weren't you a cop before? I can't imagine you were a very good one if you're so lazy. Either that or Aires really fried your brain when he infected you."

"Hey, I'm not actually stupid!" Vivian said angrily, popping up to stare Aphrodite down, a task hindered by the fact that she was the shorter of the two by a good bit. "I was a perfectly good cop. But if you could choose between being a serious cop behind on her bills and lonely and an adorable catgirl for your Master to fuck and cuddle, which would you choose? Even if it did make me dumber, WHICH IT DIDN'T, I know I would have made the same choice."

"Fine, fine, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," the goddess sighed, keeping her surprise at Vivian's sudden assertiveness veiled. The purple-haired cat woman was quick to forgive though, already more focused on her fingernails than Aphrodite.

"It's fine, I get it. But don't treat me dumb or I'll claw you. And I hate having to clean my claws." Waved of keratin formed on Vivian's nails, turning them into long and supremely sharp claws, which she immediately dug into the table in front of her and used to stretch out. Once she was done, the claws disappeared again, leaving a set of odd marks in the table. "You said we have stuff to do? Let's go do it so I can get back to not doing stuff." Aphrodite just sighed again and led the way out of the conference room, wondering if Vivian was aware of just how cat-like she had become, but also resolving to not bring it up. A pissed off cat was not to be messed with.

Already knowing the perfect place to do what she needed, Aphrodite scooped up a stray tree cone and led the way through the changing skyscraper and the people occupying it. Almost all of them were falling victim to the virus permeating the building and the air; a wrong step or puff from a suddenly blooming flower would commit the unfortunate soul to sexual damnation. From the groping of tits and jerking of dicks, it seemed absolutely no one minded. Normally Aphrodite would have been content to leave them to their newfound desires, but she had a use for at least a few of them. The first of which was going to be a gorgeously stacked blonde who was spilling out of her underwear with a wide and sexy smile.

"You, girl, follow me. I have a purpose for you."

"Me, goddess?" the woman asked, instinctively knowing who Aphrodite was. The Divine queen glimpsed the blonde's ears lengthening to elven points and smiled at the thought of another magical forest, far more potent and powerful than the last. She just had to ensure a strong root to start.

"Yes, you, come on, I have a use for you."

"It would be my honor, goddess. I'm Hella and I will serve you to the absolute best of my-"

"Great, then follow me. Quietly," Aphrodite ordered, not really caring about the woman. She was going to serve a purpose, and it definitely wasn't one that necessitated any knowledge of her. Thankfully, Hella obeyed and walked along silently behind the queen and cat, her own changes still slowly taking place, refining her further into a true elf.

The three of them continued through the changing building, the floors no longer fully separated. Through the whole structure, modern architecture continued to give way to a blend of perfectly ornamental, organic, rustic, and natural. Individual levels became grand halls and corridors, structural integrity maintained by impossibly strong branches that wormed their way through steel and stone. Carpeting was replaced by beds of lush grasses. Light fixtures blended in with floating fairy lights until the two couldn't be told apart. Smaller trees sprouted and grew to maturity in seconds. At one point, Aphrodite stopped to watch a drab room of cubicles get subsumed into an incredible chamber of eternally blossoming cherry trees. Another woman with deep brown hair was doing the same, her gorgeous body and pale skin contrasting with the loose green wrap her clothes had become. Aphrodite easily made the choice to take her along with her.

Taking her time walking through the transforming structure, the goddess steadily collected a number of women, all of them as gorgeous as the next. The last she found was at the very edge of the expanding magic, a phenomenal redhead with viridian eyes and smooth curves. She didn't even need to be told what to do; with just a brief moment of eye contact, she fell in behind the elven Divine without a word, eyes glimmering.

Once they left the limits of Aphrodite's magic, things became much more ordinary. Ordinary building, ordinary offices, ordinary stairs they had to take further down since someone had managed to disable the elevators. Aphrodite made a mental note to either create a grand staircase or find someone skilled and sane enough to fix whatever was wrong with the lifts as they passed the ground floor and continued down. Only when they had reached the deepest foundations of the building and she had found the absolute center of the structure did she stop, the small cone in hand. During the walk, she had poured as much power into it as she could, filling it with her hopes and plans.

Shaped by those intense desires, she only had to press it to the cold concrete and give it the tiniest bit of encouragement for it to immediately sprout thick roots that broke through the foundation like it was wet paper. Once the roots found soil, the process was even faster, stem and vine growing at a rapid pace. In a matter of minutes, the formerly dim and drab basement was layered with wood, bark, and greenery, with an enormous core slowly pulsing with green light at its center, held by roots across floor and ceiling. It shifted steadily as it grew, layers moving over, around, and against each other, occasionally offering glimpses into the furthest reaches of the giant plant's heart.

"Beautiful..." Aphrodite heard a hushed whisper of awe come from one of the women behind her. Glancing back, she saw that all the women and the few men that had slipped into the group were watching the continued growth with amazed expressions. She felt a flicker of pride at their faces, though she didn't let that count for much. They had their purpose already, whether they knew it or not, and it wasn't to stroke Aphrodite's ego.

"Goddess?" The red-haired woman that had joined the group last spoke as she stepped forward. "Is this why you brought us here? To tend to your creation?"

"You're very clever, girl, and observant too. Maybe you deserve a little better than the rest of them...what's your name?"

"Clove," she answered, obediently keeping her eyes down.

"Good. You're right, that is why you're all here. They're all here to tend to this one's needs," the plant behind the blonde goddess shifted significantly at her words, something moving beneath its outer layers, "but I think you deserve something a little bit more. I'd like you to be its caretaker, Clove, make sure it has everything it needs." Clove finally looked up at Aphrodite and realized she was holding a long green tendril in her hand, its tip dripping fluid and the stalk extending back to the plant heart in the middle of the room.

"How will I know what it needs, my Queen?" Aphrodite smiled softly, slowly moving the tendril in her hand down.

"Don't worry, it's just like you, me, and everyone else. It only needs..." Aphrodite's voice lowered to a whisper as she leaned in, and Clove shuddered with delight at her closeness, then more violently when the plant thrust forward and filled her pussy, "to fuck."

Clove couldn't make a sounds as Aphrodite stepped away, leaving her impaled on what was supposed to be her new charge. A wave of warm fluid burst from the tip of the thing inside her, filling her up with thick liquid. She felt her body instinctively open up to welcome it further in, and in no time, she could feel her womb being flooded with plant cum. She felt the overwhelming urge to just give in, let this thing fuck her into oblivion, but some minute part of her said to hold on. The goddess had given her a job and she couldn't disappoint her. So instead of losing her mind, she moved her gaze to the rest of the people that had followed Aphrodite into the basement.

"They're all yours," Clove heard Aphrodite whisper to the plant heart, many more tendrils slithering out from its hidden middle. "Clove is your friend, she'll take care of you. You can do whatever you want with the rest." The plant rumbled a little, roots shifting across the floor, and Aphrodite couldn't help but smile. "Yes, anything. Whatever you need, just grow big and strong for me, okay?" The plant really got excited at that and wasted no time pulling Clove close and reaching for the rest.

By the time the people Aphrodite had gathered realized what was happening, it was too late. Lashing tentacles of plant material bound and held them all, spreading them out around the room before spreading their legs and diving in. Some were penetrated slower than others, brought to gradual and steadily-building climaxes that made them think this wouldn't be so bad. Some definitely weren't, like one blonde elf that was getting way more than she asked for. If the cuffs, collar, and nipple piercings on her were any indication, she had at least some taste for BDSM, but the tendrils wrapping around her were giving her a lot more. The squeezing on her tits and thighs were barely noticeable through the mind-bending feeling of an endlessly thrusting vine going up her ass. Initial cries of perverse pleasure had changed into anguished cries of **** bliss as the feeler pushed further and further into her, coiling through and stretching out her belly. With her thrashing restrained by more tentacles, she couldn't do anything but scream, until the tendril finally pushed its way up her throat and out her mouth, stealing even that from her as they both came without restraint.

Across the room, a purple haired woman was getting a much better treatment, compared to both the blonde getting her whole body fucked and the man next to her. While the women had been given a variety of different pleasures, the few men that had joined the group were, without exception, getting penetrated in the ass and mouth and being **** to take an endless amount of liquid. Its effects weren't hard to see, sapping them of muscle and testosterone, converting them with deliberate slowness into something more suited to the plant's tastes.

The purple-haired woman had an excellent view of one of those men, vines wrapped around his neck, chest and legs as more and more fluid was poured into him. He had tried to struggle at first, but once the tentacles around his neck tightened, a second latched onto a nipple, and a third started rubbing against the underside of his dick. The feeling wasn't so bad to his Infected body and even as uncomfortable as he was with something cumming in his ass, the stimulus was too much. His own dick spurt its load everywhere and the sucking on his chest became stronger. His groans changed in pitch as the liquid in him finally started to take effect, his body following suit.

If he had been able to see himself, he would have been even more horrified. As it was, he only had to suffer through feeling it as his thick penis wilted and shrunk, inverting with excruciating slowness and pleasure. In no time, the turgid tendril rubbing his dick was caressing the outside of a fresh pussy, shivering with joy at the stimulus. The rest of his body slowly followed into femininity, thighs plumping up while hips twisted and widened. Fat deposits formed and grew beneath his nipples, the skin being pulled and pushed out in equal measure. Hair grew out and became flaxen gold, brushing shoulders that hadn't become thinner yet. They would. The purple-haired girl shifted over as best she could, managing to get close enough to whisper promises of getting fucked in every hole into the soon-to-be woman's ear, nibbling them in the process. She only heard whimpers and groans in response.

Clove was still busy convulsing when the thick, spurting tendril in her cunt abruptly dropped her on the root-layered ground, the enormous tree heart apparently more interested in the rest of its victims. The continual climax that rocked her body didn't let up and didn't leave any room for anything else, not even breathing. Not that it would have made a difference, she had already used all her air to scream and would have done the exact same thing with any breath she managed to take. Even without direct stimulus, she was utterly overwhelmed and incapable of recovering as her vision darkened to black. She wondered why her goddess had said she would be special if she was just going to cum to ****, but told herself that didn't really matter. There wasn't time for anything else as her body gave one last **** attempt for air and her consciousness faded.

She lurched up with a heaving gasp, her body finally able to get what it needed. It immediately followed that by giving Clove what she needed: another screaming climax. This one didn't leave her **** and eventually faded, leaving her on the floor gasping and trembling. Once she managed to come back to herself, she noticed that her stint with unconsciousness had been longer than she had expected and had brought a number of changes with it.

First, the room had become even more organic, with roots and creepers winding over the entirely wooden-covered room, making it look like the inside of a tree, which it probably was at this point. A bed of leaves rustled under her as she pushed herself up and saw the people that had been given to the plant heart slumped around the room, drenched with fluid and in various states of awareness, from alert and horny to entirely passed out. Finally, as she stood up from her little bed, she realized the changes that had occurred to her own body. Her hair was even more vividly red, with leaves growing through it and along her curvy body, accentuating and concealing lily white skin in equal measure.

"Did you do this to me?" Clove asked...the plant, she supposed. She could sense it, she realized, could feel hints of its desires. It was satisfied for the moment, but she knew that wouldn't last. She didn't want it to either, that would make things really boring for her. Her goddess was gone, vanishing some time during her rest, but the duty given by her remained in Clove's mind. She didn't mind though, taking care of the tree core was going to be easy and fun, if their initial introduction was any indication. Getting fucked out of her mind and condemning more people to the same fate sounded like a great way to serve her goddess' wishes. After all, the people in the basement now surely couldn't last forever. If and when they broke, she'd be happy to lure more people down and show them the pleasure her new charge could bring them.

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