A break from the fucking

The woman's mind had almost completely dissolved in the mix of pain and pleasure, possibly a minute more and it would have **** but to surrender to the endless fucking and lose itself completely. She was at a great risk of being turned into nothing more than a breathing cock sleeve for the vines. The thrusting became steady and almost calculated, and if she had the brainpower available, might realize that the thing's movements and stance was different, in a very subtle way. She inched closer to that final line of sanity, and then suddenly the vine stopped. It started pulsing. Her instincts at least, her lizard brain came partially back. She felt something thick travel from the inside of the vine, and in the moment it entered her holes, stretched them further with each little blob that passed through from the vine inside her. If she could think a coherent question, she would ask, "Is it cumming?".

The material definitely was a liquid, as it exited the tip of the vine and filled up her inside. And unfortunately, there was no end in sight for her. From what could be seen, the vine had an endless line of little blobs of liquid traveling down it, bulging the vine as they made their way towards her. Her insides slowly had the liquid fill the remaining spaces inside her, and once there was no more, created their own space inside her, stretching her to her limits. She felt the thick liquid, and could do nothing but resign to being a cum dumpster for the plants. Interestingly enough as they filled her every cavity, she didn't **** on it, but instead found some sort of strange nourishment and substitute for her needs of food and air and water. Her body was one with the plants. Though her remaining mind still resisted.

She still gulped for air, her instincts not trusting the liquid, but the result was that she simply sucked up more of the plant cum. Her stomach was a slow growing balloon, where even her belly button couldn't hide inside anymore. With such an excess of the liquid, it trickled out all of her holes. Leaking onto her face, it ended up glazed over with the warm liquid, which had the color of pink but was still transparent. She looked a mess, her hair wild from all the fighting and being dominated, her belly looking filled like a balloon, and still hanging like some sort of ornament from the vines.