They react

As if a decision was made a second afterwards by the plants, the slab of meat noticed them pulling her from her feet, toward a deeper part of the jungle. She couldn't tell what was waiting for her, but she was nonetheless terrified. She tried to scream, but inside her lungs and throat was filled with the sticky pink substance that somehow managed to replace her need for air. Instead, a little bit of the liquid trickled out of her mouth, now agape from the scream attempt. She kicked and thrashed, but the actions were pitiful as much of her strength had been already taxed, and the liquid that filled her belly gave her a sluggish feeling, slowing her movements greatly. She didn't know how far she had gone, but she kept brushing against random leafs and sleeping vines, deeper into the denser and darker parts of the forest. No one would venture this deep into the greenery unless they had a good reason. And considering the hostile vines, there was no chance help would be coming.

Eventually the thing that was once an intelligent human woman reached her destination. It was large hollow area within the forest, like an air bubble in a sea made of trees. In the center was a humongous exotic flower, with large orange petals, all orbiting the phallic pollen tube in the center. There was some kind of energy the flower gave, something signaling dominance and stubbornness, the power merely suggestive over humans, but all dominating to the local flora.

She found herself practically gliding in the air towards the the phallic tube, the vines seemingly hanging like streamers despite being the source of the **** that made her move. The petals of the massive flower twitched as they sensed the piece of meat nearby. They were enormous, easily twice her height if she could stand. She reached a point where she was floating just a meter above that tube in the center of the flower.

The woman hung there in the air, her legs pointing down at the large phallic object while most of her weight was now being supported by her arms, the vines abandoning her legs. She could dangle them, but she felt it too much work, a combination from all the plant cream inside her and maybe a psychic suggestion from the flower itself. With whatever brainpower she had left, she had believed she had accepted her fate.

The petals raised themselves, towards the woman, like a flower sealing itself. Her lizard brain kicked in, with one last command. Get out. She kicked and kicked, but at first all she was kicking at was air, and the vines holding her arms didn't react at all. Then the petals got close, now brushing against her skin. Her kicks accomplished nothing, not even slightly stretching the petal. As she was focused on it, the walls were sealed and getting thin. They were wrapped all around her, and she no longer had room to move or kick her legs. The vines that held her arms let go, leaving her in the flowery cocoon. She didn't fall towards the phallic center of the flower, for now the walls had sealed up that now she was stuck in place. They continued, squeezing her, and it was like she was stuck inside a vacuum sealed bag. If there was an observer, they would see a flower with its closed petals forming a detailed silhouette of a woman.

She was quite uncomfortable. The squeezing was all over her body, locking it all in place. There was no movement to be had, she couldn't even wiggle a toe. She could see or hear nothing, the petals filling in all gaps, filling in every groove of her body indiscriminately, and they sealed off all light and sound from the world outside. All of her body was just useless, the only thing left was her recovering but nonetheless well-fucked mind.

At the very least the piece of meat wondered what was to come. There was no moving, no sensory input, except touch. If Alison was present, she might have wondered if this was ****, her world now being pitch black and silent.

As if sensing the boredom of its victim, the flower seemed to suck through its petals, like they were a straw. The victim slowly traveled down the petals, her silhouette progressing down the flower like a mouse swallowed by a snake. Her legs brushed up against something, being the pollen tube that she saw earlier. It was inside the space with her. She continued to slowly progress down, the tube touching her feet, a minute later her knees, before it was an inch away from her pussy. The entire time it seemed to gently rattle, vibrating against her skin. The angle wasn't right for it to enter her, and it merely started brushing up against the front of her hips.

The petals slowly adjusted themselves to push her forward, fixing the angle, and now the tube was rattling against her parts. As terrifying as it was to feel it, it was also a bit pleasurable.