Barely, also upgrades people.

Watching her over the course of the day was… admittedly difficult. This was entirely on the account of how - despite being a forest and using magical potions to ensure a certain level of ‘safety’ in this action, she was expanding to an almost comically horrifying size as the minions gestated to full size over the course of a day. Thankfully, it didn’t look like they’d be the size of human children - still, any noticeable size was a very, very big difference from being on a cellular level. After the first hour I pulled the plug out of her, letting the mess come out before sticking it back in - I wasn’t sure if her body would attempt to eject the children as it expanded far beyond normal limits.

It didn’t do much in the long run, all things considered. Anemone was growing at a frankly disgusting and horrifying rate. The potion that resulted in this wasn’t going to be off the table but… goddamn, certain people only, and with far more efficient support than a thorny vine up the ass and a venus flytrap chemical vat.

Thankfully, she didn’t die - she did start weakly convulsing at about twenty-three hours, and on the dot of twenty-four the seal I’d place was forcibly ejected along with a mess of fluids, blood, and a waterfall of tendrils. God’s Eye was activated immediately as Erlen and Echo took over Anemone’s recovery.

Name: Fleshworm

Race: Erosarkic

Level: 1

Class: N/A

Abilities: Tremorsense

It… It was a tentacle, nothing more, nothing less. I used God’s Eye on it again. Same result, so probably not getting anything off of the Pure Land. Great, I have an army of dick worms. Still… they might not be entirely useless. First thought was to put one inside of Anemone and see if they could just constantly make themselves using one of her eggs every day. At about half the size of a baby, it might be hard to just sneakily shove into someone in their sleep and make it into something resembling a plague but… oh well, we’ll figure it out.

I turned God’s Eye on myself for a moment, curious how much experience a day had given me.

Name: Oasis/Echo/Erlen of the Sunscar

Race: Verdure/Erosarkic

Level: 55

Class: Sorcerer (Level 54, Alchemist) Priest (Level 1)

Skills: Potion Production, Regeneration, Limited Shape-Shift, Seeder, Parallel Cores, Carnation Conquest, Verdant Growth.

Monster Power: Broodsire.

Wait what?

Did… Did I seriously unlock a power off of one woman, not to mention a new class - priest of all things too, what the fuck?

There was a ping in my head, followed by raucous laughter of the feminine kind.

“Unholy Shit, did you see how big she got, she put some gelatinous cubes to shame! I can’t believe we hadn’t pulled that shit before oh my us! I admit, I was a little bummed about you taking that feathered twink's deal but if you’re still doing stuff like this~ I’m one hundred percent for it!”

You know, having another voice in my head wouldn’t bother me too much… if I wasn’t absolutely sure you’re that horny goddess.

“Got it in one, though I have to say I’m surprised you’re acting like it’s a bad thing. Don’t worry too much about it - I won’t be here long, mostly just part of the initial blessing to priesthood via favor you know? I hope you keep your new pets - so adorable - and just the right size to really humiliate those light bitches! Imagine turning one of those high and mighty heroes into a tentacle factory!”

I mean, maybe? More focused on growing at the moment.

“Also quick sidenote, the favor netted you the class and the level in it, not your 'blessing'- While the whole growing passive exp farm was clever you’re going to need some real opponents soon - Oh I know just who to send, later!”

Wait wait wait what the fuck do you mean just who to se-she hung up on me. Is that even the right term? Echo, help me out here.

Busy, Anemone needs attention.

Of course she does, is she recovering? Wait why am I talking to myself like this - time to check.

Her body visibly was fine, internally nothing a few poultices applied via a tentacle couldn’t fix… the issue was actually, well, the potions. We’d dumped so many chemicals and potions into her to keep her alive she was going through withdrawals now that we weren’t supplying. We’d have to keep her isolated from the chemicals we produce for a bit - keep her fucked silly so she can sweat it out whilst distracted… fuck it, might as well use the worms.

Tendrils moved to pick her up, and in her half-conscious, mind broken state she tried to caress and lick at the tendrils - hoping to coax another fucking out of us. Instead, we formed a hollow underground and connected it to the root system. One of the trees opened up and we stuffed her into it - the fleshy mass then moved her as if swallowing her to the hollow and dropped her into it. No light, no noise, it was practically a sensory deprivation chamber. Air was moved in through the same method of a tree taking it in and sending it to the hollow - so she wouldn’t suffocate. After that, I directed the thousand or so minions she gave birth to into the hollow as well, leaving her waist deep in arguably sentient tentacles. She squealed as the tentacles took to their nature as quickly as a new fowl learns to stand.

Before long, they were practically fighting for the chance to fill her throat, ass, or pussy - and soon the verdure seeds would likely start to crawl out of her to take root within the hollow and have fun with her as well. All and all, I’d call it an absolute if stressful win. Between her and broodsire I should be able to make a decently numbered if utterly out of its depth army to start scouting with. I wonder how many women would be mad to learn that a man figured out how to give birth and didn’t find it painful because he was just a plant making seeds - or a fleshy plant making fleshy vines. Probably use that as an insult at some point - wasn’t one of the big boss creatures that might try to kill me barren or something?

Not a great strategy but hey doesn’t mean it can’t go up a sleeve or two.

Speaking of strategy, I needed a plan for whatever that horny goddess has up her flesh-sleeve. Turning the entire forest into a massive cloud of chemicals seemed plausible but I needed to get into the fight with this one - I can’t just nap for centuries on end as much as I want to. Besides, it’s not my turn to nap, it’s Echos based on the fact that he’s now asleep.

Wait, when did that happen? Oh well, it’s fair enough.

Erlen started making every tree and plant in the forest bloom and pollinate, creating an almost golden mist throughout us. It seemed like it was working - despite the lack of pollinators. I let him handle the Verdure side of us and focused on the erosarkic side. The tentacle worms weren’t incredibly useful - but it was at least the start of an army. I created a few tentacles with openings, as well as some with injectors. It was odd thinking about it, but it would probably be the least worrying thing I’d do while awake. The tentacles began to slide into each other - I was effectively fucking myself, only instead of outright fucking I was just pumping myself full of myself using the injectors.

It felt odd, not quite like masturbation but similar. Then again, I was used to the flogging the log method, not the shove a dildo in and have it pump fake cum into me method - and this was real, not fake. After making a few different clearings full of erosarkic tentacles pretending to be vines as they filled up with minions to drop onto the ground, I started looking into a new something to dive into. Based on the odd chariots and the fact they had wood out here was interesting - I could either bend them to my will or be a little less careful about minion production as ****. I could also send minions more towards the direction the carriage had come from - see if I could figure out if there was civilization within reach to work with.

For now though, it was time for some self-care. Being a whole ass rapidly growing forest - I needed to ensure my defenses were not only up to snuff but also moving with my growth. A perimeter of entanglements is only useful if it’s on the edge or just before it. I got to work digging - pitfalls, trenches, snares, all hidden within thickets or in between them so if the enemy didn’t want to chop through, they’d still be led to one. Each trap got a set of tendrils working to hermaphrodically - is that even a word? - reproduce. I’d say asexually but I imagine the idea of something being asexual is taboo to the goddess giving me priest powers. To go a step further, I created a few openings in the trenches and pits to fill the air with chemicals - should give the tentacles the best chance of winning a fight.

Erlen agreed and used the second half of his mind to go over each of my traps and verify the chemical mixtures getting pumped into the air. Once we had the right combination, I started linking them all to the various chemical lakes needed to get a constant flow - as well as to certain trees to take in regular air, just in case the tentacles still need to breathe. It felt like a while - might not be as long as I thought though, again, two minds thinking twice as fast makes for a difficult perception of time. It also made for easy work across the board though… which meant we had little to, needed very little time to do it, and then had to wait…

I desperately wanted to nap, but it was Echos turn to nap.

Erlen seemed to agree that sleep was important, and rather than take a long nap he took an eight-hour snooze, followed by myself doing the same when he woke up. This helped pass the time, and we took on and off shifts sleeping and working in eight-hour segments. We made sure to check on Anemone - whose carnal recovery pit was… messy, most of the time. The plants did eventually sprout and move out of her before rooting into the ceiling - sunlight was an issue for a bit but I helped them sprout their roots upward until they breached to the top. From there, they formed leaves to do their photosynthesis and used a set of oddly prehensile vines to… clean up after Anemone and the growing army of tentacle minions. Said minions now piled up to keep Anemone in a shoulder deep pit of writhing tentacles… and I wasn’t sure if they bothered to let her sleep or if she was just passing out for periods of time.

I should probably keep the minions on a schedule or something, make sure she’s getting a healthy amount of rest between… how many days has it been? I lost track of days, but she doesn’t look like she’s starving - is erosarkic cum nutritious or something? Oh, no, Erlen just gave her another anal vine IV with the nutrition blend… as well as regular seedings to produce more Verdure minions. I should probably God’s Eye those.

Name: Sensual Flower

Race: Verdure

Level: 1

Class: N/A

Skills: Lulling Scent, Prehensile Roots

So, more skills than the tentacles, the flowers on top could produce a scent that worked similar to warmth - made people feel at ease - while the roots were capable of moving. It could probably break them out from the earth or maybe slowly wrap up someone while they’re high off the scent. I started taking seeds and moving them to the various traps. Rather than directly on the traps, I used them as sort of occasional patches to give adventurers a sense of ease as they moved through specific routes - those routes just so happened to have lots of traps. That they’d be able to help seal a pitfall or trench after the adventurers were ambushed by the tentacles - as well as cut off reinforcements for a time - was a very, very sought-after bonus.

The flowers were able to reproduce amongst themselves - do plants suffer from a lack of family tree branches? Would my broodsire children get hit with that - wait, no, that’s part of the package, they don’t get shit from me except life. Being a forest is boring as fuck - where is the entertainment the horny goddess promised? Maybe I should pray… wait, she’d want sex in the prayer - and while I’m sure Anemone would want it, I don’t know if she can handle another mega-birth.

I started counting the square inches again, starting from the mark I’d made before to act as a placeholder. I was a good ten feet wider in all directions since the last count - based on previous counts, maybe three months have passed since I met Anemone… I wonder how long it’d take before something happened…