Im-plant-ation

One of the vines continues to lightly brush against your clit with its feathery roots arousing you even further while the second one gently pushes itself inside you. Slowly in pushes deeper and deeper until you feel it has reached your womb. Suddenly you feel it expand in girth for a second and something spurts from the end deep inside you. It then retracts as do all the vines, leaving you frightened and alone, wearing only your sports bra and almost panicking about what just happened.

You look down at your pussy, and put you hand down to feel it. Apart from being still very sensitive you seem fine, you're not even very dirty. You are almost convinced that whatever the vine did will have no lasting effect when you feet a worrying sensation deep inside your groin. It feels like the vine did going in, but in reverse. Whatever it is is growing out of your womb, down your cervix. You begin to panic, shutting you legs and clenching your vaginal muscles in an attempt to stop whatever is growing from you seeing the outside of your body. It's no use as you feel it slowly gently making its way toward the air. As you feel it reach your outer labia you give up and simply look down to see what it will be.

As you watch a small bud pushes itself out of you and then opens to reveal a large crimson flower, kind of like a rose. While the sensation of having a flower growing out of your cooch is kind of disturbing and uncomfortable, it is in no way painful. You reach down and touch the flower and as you fingers brush the petals a sensation of intense pleasure shoots through your body. It is as if each of the petals were like a clitoris, but way more sensitive. You momentarily consider trying to pull it out, but given how it seems to have connected directly to your nervous system (if the pleasure it gave you was any indication) there is no telling what damage that might do. You decide that the only thing to do is see if there is someone in the spooky house who knows about this plant and how to extricate it without damaging the "host" (ie. you). As you get to your feet a soft breeze wafts across your body and as it touches the petals it sends an electric shock of pleasure through your body.

'Well that settles it,' you think 'no panties for me until I'm flower free, I'd never be able to stand from the intensity of the pleasure.'