Agnes Watches The Day Go By

Time seemed to be moving faster. Or rather, time was constant, but every thing around her moved faster.

Agnes felt her whole-body surge with warmth and pleasure, her mind tortured by the primal urge to give in to the physical temptations bombarding her, while her mind and spirit fought to fortify itself in her faith against the evil temptations that had already shown their physical presence and soul consuming intent.

Agnes could feel herself trying to sob, cry, moan, and scream. But she couldn't remember the last time she heard herself, or could actually move. She could feel the penetrations into her, slowly shift within her, seeming to push in all directions seeking new space to grow, small roots sprouting and probing to take root. The clementis vines doing similar through the bark now encompassing her breasts.

The demonic couple gradually became more time lapsed as they rutted in different positions and places in the yard, before gathering up the tattered clothes on the lawn and under the bush, Lauren took flight into the pre-dawn darkness as Joe closed up the house and paused to re-glamour himself before walking off into the street, stopping to wish a good day on his way out of the garden.

As the dawning sun charged across the yard Agnes felt a whole new surge of pleasures bombard her. She continued to unblinkingly stare out at the yard feeling the slow gradual pleasure of her body seem to wake from a passive stasis to a lively surge as the plants relished their life sustaining sunlight.

As the day continued Agnes watched her yard, feeling the communing plants surge with life and pleasure, slowly eroding her resistance to them. Each hour of day light passing with increasing diminishment of hope for salvation causing her inhibitions and faith to dwindle.

Agnes watched for help, cried out for it, relishing the slight break from the peaks of pleasure bombarding her every time a cloud cast its shadow over her yard.

She screamed to the mail woman as she glimpsed her approaching up the driveway.

She called out to the meal on wheels delivery driver, watching desperately as they seemed to circle the house seeking an answer at a door. Any door.

Agnes felt broken and defeated. There was no help coming, her own isolation leaving her abandoned and not missed in her absence. As much as she would struggle there was little more than the rustle of leaves for anyone to notice.

All she really cared for was her plants... The thought amplified the surges of pleasure her body was receiving from them, as she felt her lips shifted as tendrils pried into her thirsty mouth, her teeth cutting them, dripping their sweet corrupted nectar onto her tongue. Those plants in their new awareness eager to not just return the love given, but pleasure and lust with it. They needed her mind, body, and soul for the Idol to grant them their completed new existence.

Agnes struggled to open her mouth more, desiring the drink, only now wondering how it was she had kept breath as the day had gone on. The rhododendron eased the hold on her mouth, allowing it to open within its trunk allowing a larger branch to take phallic shape in her mouth, from which she sucked its sweet sap, her tongue struggling to dance around it.

Slowly she felt growing movement, both in her body, and with her body. She moaned into the branch in her mouth, scraping it with her teeth, lapping it with what little movement she had, and sucking a steady stream of the sweet delectable sap. Slowly smiling as she felt her hips suddenly free to move, swaying back and forth along the shafts that had long ago penetrated into her pussy, and ass. Grinding eagerly for the even now growing pleasure.

Agnes's willing actions allowed the corrupted plants to take root within her, her aged skin shedding with coarse bark, her breasts swelling from the corruptive vines taking root within them.

The plants merging into her body, in turn driving her forward in carnal bliss, making her experience pleasures she had never imagined. Her mind began to drift increasingly from her faith, forsaking it as pleasure and corruption took its place.

Regret took root, wondering at if she had wasted her long life by sacrificing such wondrous pleasure for faith. Agnes had long ago lost track of time, the sun starting to sink as climaxing cascade after climactic cascade repeatedly surged through Agnes awaiting her final forsaking thought.

New thoughts and ideas took root in her mind, idyllic glades full of nude bodies, writhering in pleasure, alone, with each other, even with the plants. Such paradise Agnes began to think, dreaming increasingly to be at the center of such a grove.

Her senses had grown, she could feel the breeze through the blades of grass, the sun on the leaves of the climbing vines. The air of sex as the plants pollenated freely. Her rejuvenated body now squirmed, increasingly free from the trunk that had encased her, under the draping concealing foliage her large breasts swayed clenched in the vines that wrapped up around them across her shoulders and back to the trunk, she bit her lip resisting moaning between the different branches that twisted to meet her lips.

From her temples branch like horns twisted back along her skull and back behind her spiraling elegantly, her hair now hung like the branches of a willow, small leaves branched out along the more vine like brown hairs, adding a shade of olive to her hair. Her skin was smooth and pale as birch, patterned with similar lines of black.

With one final thought forsaking her lifelong faith for depriving her of such depravitous pleasures she fell free from the rhododendron, smiling devilishly as the Idol reached deeply into her mind. Her soul was now dedicated to it. She was reborn with youth and beauty, the first forest nymph in millenia.

As the sun continued to dwindle and Agnes explored her new sensitive pleasurable body she smiled delightfully in thought.