Mother Earth has a Dark New Face

It was just before dawn when the cocoon cracked open inside the small auxiliary greenhouse at Hauser Nursery. The thick, skin-like membrane of the fluid sack began to quiver before rips and tears appeared in the surface. The viscous, jelly-like fluid within spilled out from these opening onto the hard ground and before long, the entire cocoon had collapsed in on itself.

In the ruined debris lay a vaguely human form that started to stir about a minute after the cocoon came apart. At first, the form only breathed slowly and stirred its arms and legs.

Then, with sudden, intense vigor, a pair of hands shot through the remains of the fluid sack membrane and began to pull apart the flesh in order to escape. A slime covered head popped out of the opening next, followed by the rest of the woman.

A soft, feminine moan as sweet as honey filled the greenhouse as the woman stretched her arms into the air. Had another person been standing in the greenhouse, they would have noticed an intense and dark aura filling the air. However, the woman that had been mousy Marcy Green was completely and utterly alone.

Marcy looked around the greenhouse and sighed deeply. She felt so alive it was incredible. Her skin tingled in the fresh air.

She took a step forward and that’s when she noticed just how different her body felt.

“Whoa,” she said, looking down at her breasts.

The formerly small, saggy mounds had undergone an amazing transformation in the course of a night. The twin pleasure orbs now sat high and firm on Marcy’s chest, each one the size of a small melon. The fat nipples the tipped them were the green color of spring leaves.

Running her hands down the length of her body, Marcy noticed that every single part of her had improved dramatically.

Her legs were long and shapely, her ass was firm and lush. Where the old Marcy had been chubby and awkward in her own skin, this new girl was sleek and curvaceous.

“Holy shit!” Marcy gasped.

Even her voice was different. It was still her voice, but it came out sweeter and softer.

It was around this time that Marcy noticed two things. The first was that she was incredibly horny. Girl cum drizzled from her hypersensitive pussy. The next thing was that the sun was rising.

Marcy was vaguely aware that this meant she would need to open the nursery soon. Normally, it would have panicked her that she was sitting here naked and covered in slime with work right around the corner, but all those worries seemed so distant now.

She heard a rustling behind her and looked to see a thick vine emerge from the mass of ruined vegetable matter. It came over and coiled its body around her trim belly.

“Hi there buddy,” she cooed. “How are you doing?”

The vine nuzzled Marcy’s belly almost as if it were a puppy and then stretched downwards. Its head thickened and Marcy could see glowing red veins striating it’s surface. In the next moment, the vine plunged into Marcy’s pussy.

Marcy giggled and stroked the vine as it filled her pussy. The feeling of being filled was too good to put into words.

“Oh God, you’re going to make me cum. Holy shit!”

The vine picked up the pace and within minutes, Marcy was howling in orgasm. After that, the plant withdrew itself into the reconstituted mass of vegetation.

“Well thanks for that, I guess.”

Marcy stepped over to a table with a small mirror, relishing the feeling of her heavy, plump breasts jiggling as she walked. She bent over and took a look at her reflection.

The structure of her face was pretty much the same as before. Round and pretty with full lips and big eyes, but those lips were now green and her eyes blazed with infernal red light.

Marcy’s hair, previously a dark brown, now took on a midnight black color with shimmers of purple and red. Her canines were sharpened into a pair of fangs.

“What is this? What happened to me?” Marcy cried, feeling a mix of horror and fascination.

Marcy cradled her head, feeling more confused than ever before in her life. On the counter with the mirror was a medium sized pot that Annabelle must have missed. In it was planted a little green succulent.

Touching the surface of the small plant, Marcy watched as green light shot through her fingers and into the plant-flesh. Bizarre symbols blazed with green fire on the surface of the succulent before slowly disappearing. Next, the succulent began to grow.

It’s thick, fleshy leaves thickened and grew outward as a thick, phallic mass emerged from the center. Within moments, the plant had quadrupled in size, various leaves turning to tentacles that waved in the air. The central stalk, which looked to Marcy very much like a penis, dribbled green sap that smelled like flowers.

“Whoa. Did I do that? Of course I did, what am I saying. But how?”

Marcy felt her head start to ache as arcane knowledge filled her mind. This was a new purpose for her. These powers. This body.

The penis-plant twitched and bounced, **** for attention. It’s head pulsed with dark energy.

“I guess I’ve got one thing on my mind,” Marcy said, playing with the creature she created.

Looking down the hill at the greenhouse, an idea began to form in Marcy’s mind. She picked up the mutant plant and carried it with her out of the greenhouse.

As she walked down the hill, Marcy could feel the grass and trees calling out to her. They seemed simultaneously attracted and repelled by her presence. Darkness seemed to saturate the air around the woman.

Marcy felt so powerful and alive, horny and focused. She desperately wanted to let her new creation have a turn at her transformed body, but she had bigger plans on the horizon.

Stepping into the greenhouse, Marcy chuckled to herself.

“I’ve got a few hours to myself. Let’s see what I’m capable of.”