The plants get a growth spurt

Alison was about to try to get herself off of the stalks, but noticed something peculiar. A moment ago her feet were touching the ground and she would have been able to get herself back upright. But now her feet were a few inches from the ground, unable to gain any leverage to get her off. Okay, what the heck is going on?, she thought. They can't grow that fast, that's impossible. But while she grappled for a few seconds with the question of plants growing inches within seconds, she was now a foot and a half off the ground. I have to get off NOW. Unable to use her feet to pull her weight off the long stalks, she began using her arms to lift herself. In truth she didn't have much in upper body strength, and even with the sense of urgency she lacked the strength to pull herself up. But a quick realization caused Alison to rethink her strategy. Instead of pulling myself up, maybe I'll try to rip my clothes off the corn. Besides, my outfit is already ruined.

She began tugging at pieces of her clothing, hoping to dislodge them. Surprisingly the stalks were incredibly firm, and refused to bend to her whim. She had **** but to follow through with tearing her clothes to earn her freedom.

After a few minutes of intense effort she managed to completely liberate her upper body. Her shirt was practically nothing more shreds of fabric barely held together, so she ditched it as was getting in the way. Her pants were next to be destroyed, but she realized she made a bit of a mistake. She was now 8 feet in the air, and her weight was awkwardly supported by the parts of the stalks clinging onto her pants. Her heart skipped a beat. She could lose control and fall at any moment. A fall from this height may not be fatal, but there was some chance it would cause her injury. She nervously blocked off any thoughts that the plants would grow more, taking her higher. She decided to pick one plant and wrap her arms and legs around it to save her from falling. She would have to work with one arm, but at least she gained a little bit of safety.

Tugging at parts of her pants to stretch them until they broke free, she noticed the husk of the plant of which her head was positioned near. It was nearly as long as her arm, and its thickest part was comparable to the size of her head. Alison had never seen the features of a corn plant being proportioned at this size. She saved this thought in the back of her head, switching back to her concerns of getting off the plants safely. Now focusing on her pants, she tugged at them at spots that were clinging onto the plants. Testing the patience of the fabric of her pants, she got a good stretch out of them, but the material was rather resistant to her use of ****. There was no alternative for her, unless one would count sitting and waiting for help, but with the growth of the plants in the back of her mind, she couldn't wait.

Underneath her was what seemed to be a few stalks that had not followed the growth that their thousands of kin had shown. They seemed inert, but then had just started waking, now moving in a lively manner, swaying in the air like snakes dancing. The grunts above them were not particularly loud, but enough to disturb them from their slumber. They were going to find the disturbance in their environment and pacify it. Aiming upwards, they prepared to approach their prey