Transformed into a plant woman

Hours pass as the roots growing from your body reach out into the soil and siphon nourishment into your increasingly cold flesh. Time loses all meaning to you as your heartbeat slows and finally stops, yet you go on living beneath the earth. Tiny leaves sprout from the trellis of your hair, turning it from auburn to leafy green. Your needs gradually recede, including your need to eat or even breathe. But you are thirsty. So very very thirsty. You know water will ease your thirst, and it sometimes does as moisture seeps through the soil to your roots, but you know a more wonderful source of nourishment awaits. You can feel it as an ache in your body. The need for cum.

The longer you spend submerged in the warm earth, the greater this craving becomes. In your mind you imagine yourself as a beautiful flower, one of a thousand populating a sunny field. A bee moves among the flowers, a huge, human cock bouncing at its waist. It dips its cock into your midst and you close your petals around it, milking sweet, nourishing liquid from its enormous fuck staff.

You have no sense of when you are awakened, but eventually you feel hands reaching into the dirt and lifting you up. You cry out in pain as the roots tear free from your quim and your arse. Liquid drips down your thighs from the separated stump, which then drops from your body and onto the soil. You feel so empty. You a greeted by the sight of a beautiful woman. You recognize her vaguely from your past life, but you cannot recall her name. She helps you from the soil, smiling down at you, stroking your cheek. Her naked body is voluptuous and you instinctively move your hand to her large breasts, squeezing them, tugging at her nipples and leaning forward to kiss her. She tastes of honey as your tongues intertwine.

"Welcome back," says a man.

You break your kiss. The man speaking is wearing a dark uniform that reminds you of...what does it remind you of? You can't remember. He is old and skinny and isn't very handsome. His frizzy white hair is silly and makes you smile. You feel a throbbing in your belly.

"I had hoped to use your mind and perhaps parts of your body to complete my masterpiece," says the man. "But I've found another."

You're not sure what the old man is talking about, but as he goes on and on you are crawling towards him on your hands and knees, your actions compelled by lust. He ignores you as you fumble with the zipper of slacks.

"Heather Finch," says the man. "I will use you to lure her here. I will capture her and use her brain in my creation. Then she will be perfect."

You reach into the old man's slacks and wrap your hand around his cock. It feels so big and so warm. You stroke his heavy bollocks. You can practically feel the delicious juice waiting nourish you.

"That's right, Miss Swift," the old man finally looks at you, "Professor Frankenstein has plenty of honey for you. Just wrap your lips around my cock and have as much as you want."

Yes, you think as you drag his withered cock from his trousers, getting your lips around his meat is just what you need. You run your tongue across your lips, wetting them with a thin sap rathern than saliva. You take him in your mouth, excited by the warmth of his hard flesh. Professor Frankenstein looks down at you, guiding your mouth on his cock. You suck him urgently, softly moaning as you swallow his throbbing meat. You look up at him as you devour his delicious dick, sucking hard enough to hollow your cheek, popping off his cock and sucking his cum-heavy goobag.

You return your mouth to his cock and are rewarded with salty-sweet droplets of his juice oozing from the tip. You flick your tongue at his cock hole, seeking more, stroking with your hand and cradling his cock with your soft breasts. The plant woman that dug you up from the earth joins you before Professor Frankenstein. Your lips meet around the thrusting pole of his prick and you slide up to the head, tongues tangling around his cockmeat, the seeping seed on your tongues and forming glistening strands that connect your lips to hers.

"Your student is as eager as you," moans Professor Frankenstein. "Suck my cock with your sweet mouth, young Winnifred. Miss Swift, your tongue could find good use in her quim."

Winnifred? Winny...you can't remember her last name. You obey your master, crawling behind the voluptuous young woman and lowering your mouth to her pussy. It tastes of the sweet honey of her kiss and you enjoy exploring her damp folds with your tongue. She moans and squirms with pleasure, her pale green arsehole against your nose.

"Oh yes, suck it out of me," Frankenstein groans. You can feel Winny's body convulsing with pleasure as she slurps seed from Frankenstein. Her creamy cunny juice drips down your chin and her hips grind her crack against your nose. You enjoy her pleasure, but it does not quench your thirst.

"Drain my dick," gasps Frankenstein, fucking Winny's full lips. "But save some for your friend."

Frankenstein's willy wilts from Winny's willing mouth. She turns to face you, pressing her lips to yours and opening her mouth to share the warm, delicious cum she extracted from Frankenstein. You slurp it from her tongue, savoring the thick liquid as it coats your throat and fills your belly, at last satiating your craving.

Frankenstein flops down on a box of supplies, his pants around his ankles and his dripping dick dangling between his wrinkled thighs. You and Winny lick the last drops of his spunk from each other's lips and chins and look at him expectantly.