It almost goes all the way through

The vine inside between her throat and stomach hadn't given up on its conquest, but had slowed its activity to avoid interrupting its kin. But now with the added resistance of the tightening, it was stimulated much too much to resist letting itself go. With renewed excitement, it built itself against the closed area that lead to Alison's stomach, and with a little pop, pried the hole open so that it could infiltrate it. The length of its body continued sinking inside Alison, as if she was going to devour it whole. It collected a fair bit of its length in her stomach, creating a thick bundle of vine that filled it to the point of stretching. To an outside observer it seemed Alison's belly was shaped abnormally large, inflated as if she was impregnated months ago.

The vine that was inside her pussy had ceased its activity and pulled out, satisfied with the information it gathered. Retreating from whence it came, it passed the information back to its brethren in a manner that was nearly telepathic. Within several minutes of recovery, the girl named Alison slowly came to, but as a shell of herself. The smart, lively, anxious, Type A girl that walked into the dome was almost wholly replaced by a sluggish woman who had trouble thinking anything at all. Operating solely on instinct, the woman's eyes slowly moved around, almost glazed over. It caught onto a sizable bump below her chest. Within a moment the woman felt the sensation inside it, an **** sense, an opposite to hunger. She felt as if she ate a person whole.

Inside her stomach, the bundle continued to expand itself, using the sense of touch on the hull of the vine to determine the next path. The head of the long appendage found such hole and sank, entering a new area. It slowly expanded into this area while retaining the shape of the bundle.

Alison felt the intrusion, an area of her body that was never meant to be explored or filled in such a way. Her guts were a new playground for the green appendage, which had little regard for her. She felt it twitch around and rub, finding its way through the maze inside her. She tried to focus on something else, staring at the pretty greenery around her, admiring the colors of the rain forest in a meditative manner. Despite the uncomfortable feeling lingering in her lower abdomen, she found some peace staring at the flowers and trees.

What seemed an hour had passed, and Alison had relaxed herself as she absorbed into her the beauty of the nature around. The little twitching and random bumping inside her had progressed all the way to her rear. Her hole, made of pure muscle, was the final obstacle for the vine, and practically its final foe. The vine pushed at it, and while the exit did bend and protrude out a bit, the muscle refused to allow passage without the approval of the brain.