Something Moves Inside You...

You feel it in your belly... A shudder. A shiver... Then a crack! You gasp as you tumble to your hands and knees.

"Mistress!" Nealie scurries to your side, but her words escape you as you feel something shivering... wriggling in your body. The only thing to distract your from this peculiar thing is the sensation of more cracks... dozens of cracks for dozens of pits you consumed. The wiggling sensation wells up within your belly, and you scream in shock.

Your voice is robbed from you as a wiry tendril slips out of your throat. You moan in shock, and delight as the sweet flavor of the pits suddenly coats your tongue like a honey. You feel the wriggling tendrils slipping out your ass next causing you to clench your sphincter, but this only seems to goad them on as they twist and curl and lick at your pale white rose bud. You grasp at them, trying to pull them free, but they're so slick! They slip from your grasp. You try to bite the ones at your throat, driving your teeth down on the plump stick.

It bleeds, dies, and for a moment the wriggling stops. You taste the blood of the peach. That powerful spiciness. And indigo juices dribble down your lips. As the wriggling settles you pant, and look up to Nealie. "What was..."

Your next word is choked out as well of a hundred tendrils bulges up your throat, and erupts out of your mouth like the head of an anemone. Your jaw is **** painfully open, and you hear the electric clink as a spider web crack rips along your cheek and jawline. You hear Nealie cry out, but can't make out what as the tendrils begin to crawl and wriggle across your body. They're not done either. You feel more find their way to your pussy from the inside, and begin to tickle and tease, then thrust.

More begin to push out of your breast flesh, as if a plant break through the ground. You can feel them dancing there, playing with your nipples, and wriggling beneath your skin. You're afforded a brief view of your body as more and more tendrils begin to break out of your skin, starting like blemishes, then wiggling out like little tails, on your arms, legs, breasts, belly button. You cry out and look before you to see the tree.

Rather than the soft gentle thing you saw before, it reveals its leaves to be sharp, and its branches cruel. It opens its trunk to you like a giant slit, where you see a hundred thousand wriggling tentacles, just like the ones coming out of your body. Before you realize what's happening, one of the tendrils from your arm stretches out and locks with one an outstretched tentacle from the trunk.

It tugs you, hard, and you cry out realize its intent. You chops at the connecting tendril with your other hand, and grunt in relief as it snaps, and the indigo blood erupts. Unfortunately, the proximity of your other arm to the trunk gave the tree all the chance it needed to connect half a dozen more tendrils.

You feel another pull, this time from your free arm. Nealie! She's planted her heels in the ground, and tugs, Two, three... Four! Four of those wicked tentacles snap! You're almost free!