They Try to Pull Stacy Away

The two watched the hysterical girl was going wild, and became concerned about the rattling of the plants. Allison shot a glance at Simon, one that radiated responsibility, and he understood what they were going to do. They were going to get Stacy away from the strange greenery before goodness knows how it will change its behavior. They started stepping towards her, with a pit in their stomachs watching the strange fluttering motions of the plants. And then suddenly everything green froze in an instant. A scream followed. Their views were somewhat obstructed by some leafs, but they rushed and managed to get a clear view of the panicked girl. Some roots had sprouted from the overgrown door, and that both of Stacy's hands were restrained by them.

Allison had already knew something was wrong, seeing as how fast the flora had overgrown the door so quickly, and how it shook and vibrated as the panicked girl attacked it. But the fact that some roots had popped out of the door and directly interacted with the girl, practically tying her hands in place, was genuinely far beyond the capabilities of any plants she had known in her studies. Carnivorous plants would simply snap shut at a bit stimulation, but this was incredibly advanced. In fractions of a second the plant appendages figured out where to go and how to gain control. Actual brainpower would be needed to pull something like that. Something which shouldn't be possible. However, Allison had to switch her problem solving skills on something a bit more immediately deserving of her attention, the safety of another person.

Simon and Allison immediately grabbed at the roots, in hope to open them up so that Stacy could slip her hands free. They found the roots to be incredibly stiff, squishing a bit at their hard tugs, but still maintaining a powerful grip on the hands of its' captive. The captive Stacy was screaming wildly, behaving like a cornered animal, while she poisoned the air with the mood of fear. With her hands pinned hard against a vertical surface, she started pushing against the wall with her feet as well.

The two helping her began to notice that the roots on Stacy's hand began to sprout, and little roots began to wrap around their hands. They immediately pulled back and let go, snapping some of the juvenile roots in half. It was hopeless too try to pull the appendages off. Allison came up with a brief solution, and vocalized it.

"GRAB HER BODY! LET'S PULL HER!"

Simon and Allison wrapped their arms against Stacy's waist, and began pulling with all their weight. Simon was holding her upper chest while Allison was a bit lower. In this instant Simon became conscious that his arms were wrapped around the girl's breast, pressing upon them, squishing them a bit. He could feel the excitement rush in his lower parts, but felt a sense of shame. Here he was, trying to help someone in peril, and he was getting aroused because he touched something he probably shouldn't. It was a strange combination of feelings, excitement, fear, and shame. But probably the strongest feeling to him was the shame.

"MY FOOT!" The restrained girl yelled. Allison and Simon glanced ahead, and saw that it too was now tied up against the wall. Against common sense it seemed, the girl pulled her other foot and began using it too, to push herself off the wall. Simon noticed that her hands, which had been restrained for some time now, was covered by the white-green appendages, and they were climbing down her arms, already reaching her elbows. It seemed completely hopeless. If he stayed, he too would become a prisoner. He silently cursed at his treachery, that he had grabbed something he shouldn't, and now was abandoning her, but he couldn't see a better path. The roots were already coming dangerously close, having progressed from her elbows to her shoulders. Any second now and it would take him too. He pulled her as hard as he could, even feeling the smushed boobs somewhat absorb his arms, which didn't help his shame and arousal, but even his hardest efforts couldn't get her free. So he let go, and took several steps back.

"DON'T GIVE UP!", Allison yelled while still frantically pulling. But she too began to see the folly in helping. Stacy was almost silent, her screams and yells replaced by sounds of muffled struggles. The roots had already progressed so much, they had started to build a foundation on her chest, and had built a layer on her face. The sounds Stacy made sounded like something was invading her mouth, and Allison almost felt sick. Her grip loosened, and she let go, taking a few steps back like Simon. She watched in horror as the poor girl wiggled about, trying to free herself from the rapidly growing encasement.