The vines think they are done

The vines that had inhabited her holes, the mouth and ass and pussy, had decided that the need not work with their prisoner anymore. They retracted from her, leaving only the vines that held her limbs.

The woman hung there, resting, with whatever the hell the liquid inside her was. Her mind blank, she simply existed there, but at least got to enjoy some inaction, and therefore peace. Nothing at all happened for hours, with the exception of the dripping, which vaguely annoyed her but she knew she was powerless in doing anything. Or maybe she could try to tighten her holes, her mouth, her ass, her pussy, but the effort would be unsustainable and probably more uncomfortable. So she hung there, listening to the slow dripping.

After enough time that she could recover a part of her mind, she started looking around. She didn't understood why, but it was some higher operating instinct of the woman she was before. She even found herself shifting a bit to further the angle to look, and the movement was a bit awkward with her belly filled with a considerable weight in plant goo.

The vines noticed it, tightening their grip in case she tried to escape.