Turning Lois Into A Plant

"You're going to be the prettiest little flower," Ivy said as she ran her fingers down the reporter's skin. "A real Venus cock-catcher."

Ivy's fingers left green streaks in the reporter's skin, that tingled and itched...the hands move all over the squatting reporter as the cock-plants inside of her pushed ever onward and upwards. Lois huffed her violet eyes wide, pupils dilated. Utterly complacent as Ivy lifted up her arms to the grow-lights above, fingers spread. Those fingers moved with purpose, keeping Lois Lane's knees spread, her feet planted in the dirt. Fingers passing down over her arms, her breasts...

Everywhere that Ivy touched her, Lois felt her skin start to stiffen. She felt her toes burrowing into the soil, the twin cock plants pressing upwards through her asshole and pussy, rooting her strongly into the soil of the greenhouse. High on oxygen, Lois was too late in realizing what was happening.

The green streaks on her skin were spreading. Lois turned her stiff neck and saw the bright, verdant lines begin to grow and merge. Ivy was busy about her back and hips, hands pressing hard into the flesh there, not quite scratching but running her nails over the skin, and the itching was stronger there.

"What...what are you doing?" Lois said, and her voice felt a little off, strange to her ears.

Ivy turned back toward her. Those hands came up to the reporter's face. Thumbs pressed beneath her eyes, over her cheeks, down the length of her nose...and though Lois could not see it, she could feel her face stiffen. She couldn't move her feet, and her arms could only sway a little, fingers spread wide to soak up the light, and Ivy was smiling as she placed her hands against the reporter's chin, **** her mouth open.

"Say 'ah,'" the villain said, "and stick out your tongue."

Hazy and dull, Lois obliged...and then those hands were in her mouth, and Lois tasted that green plant taste, like chewing grass...and when the fingers left, she couldn't close her mouth at all.

"Don't worry, little flower," Ivy said as she ran her hands over the reporter's shoulders and hair. "I think you'll be very popular. Lots of people will want to water you."

Though Lois could not see it, her feet had turned brown, roots digging into the soil and entwining with the roots of the cock-plants. The itch faded as her whole body became a vibrant, lively green, and her nipples were as soft and verdant as tulips; arms spread high above her, where her fingers were just putting forth buds ready to flower...and her dark pink tongue as sticky and wet as a flytrap.