Slip into a trance...

As the tendril coils about your arm you lose higher thought, and begin to think only of the immediate, the present, your short term concerns. The golden pollen paints your skin and sensitizes your body, butterflies forming in your stomach and fluttering from there to your heart and your crotch.

Slowly, you feel your arm being pulled on by the stamen, as more wrap about your legs and your neck. They feel fleshy, and warm. The strength of the plant begins to lift you, until your feet no longer touch the ground. They suspend you in the air, and dust you further with the strange pollen, until your thoughts no longer contain so much as a word. You begin to feel only a specific and searing need.

Your memory begins to slip away, like that of a dream, as it hardly matters to you now. You feel as though you have woken up from a long sleep, just now remembering the most important things. The fleshy tendrils around your legs pull them wide, and the stamen around your neck begins to massage and caress it.

A beautiful bloom opens overhead, a flower like you have never seen, splashed with every color of the rainbow.

The stamen pull you into it, and it closes about your golden flesh, cradling you. A sticky sap starts to rain down on you from the inside, a familiar purple slime. Its touch is thrilling, warm, intoxicating. Protrusions from the inner plant attach themselves to your mouth, nose, ears, nipples, navel, pussy and anus, all spraying the same purple slime, now within.

You feel it filling your womb, your sinus cavities, your belly, spilling from your eyes with a sweet sting. Your belly expands, the erotic pressure of the plant's fluids growing in your womb and belly.

In time, the goo enters your lungs. You worry, distantly, that you're going to drown, but your body does not reject it, as though it is loaded with oxygen in itself. You start to feel a strange erotic high as your heart beats faster and louder. The chamber is evacuated, until you are enclosed in the plant's bestial womb, trapped by it, swimming blissfully in its juices. The pressure within is so great, you are confident that you had at least one orgasm already.

The phallic tube within your pussy begins to throb mysteriously as the fluid flow comes to a stop.