(Un)Fortunately No.

As you continue along the path (which you are SURE leads out of this strange and perverted forest!) you do your best to step carefully to avoid the local plants and exposed soil. As good and exciting as the sensations of the strange latex plant life is injecting into your body, you really need to get going.

Even still, you can't help but wish you could step into the soil again especially, just to get yourself off and see what these sexy latex roots can really do for you. Despite your young age though you are disciplined enough to know that could well be a bad thing.

Still, as you walk you do your best to avoid stepping off the grass. Now and then though you feel the plugs within you vibrate a little each time you step on some partly grassed part of the path, but never enough to make you orgasm. Each occasion brings a pathetic little whimper to your full puffy lips.

Further on you spot a change in the path, you stop to take a look.

Ahead of you the pathway narrows even further. On each side of the path the shrubs, bushes and flowers are quite dense, there seems to be no side stepping this new section especially since much of the barricading flower beds reach up over your head in height. You surmise if you did try to crash through the barrier you would be an orgasmic and quivering mess in no time flat, and there seems to be no grass to retreat to. Your eyes are drawn to the funnel shape spout that is the path. The gap is very narrow to pass through, barely shoulder width.

It also seemed very vertical and straight, extending from just above the grass to well over head height.

Even worse.. or not, the grass ends just before the tunnel starts. The tunnel itself looks to be about 2 meters long before it opens out again.

"Even If i wasn't trussed up like this i could barely jump that far. With these roots in me it's impossible!" You think to yourself.

faced with this conundrum you can't help but feel your pussy wetten a little more at the prospect of what's to come.

Again you try to look for another way around the gap, back tracking some distance, but there are too many trees and bushes blocking your path.

With a silent erotic shiver, you realise your new accoutrements will have to be excited before you can continue. You silently pray to the gods above that your invasive clothing will give you the release you need.

Inhaling deeply you walk up to the gap and test it by brushing your arm against the flower wall, and moan as you feel the stems massage your whole arm once more.

You turn sideways in an attempt to keep contact minimal as you take your first step through the gap.

You moan deeply as you immediately fail to keep your balance and avoid touching the foliage, some soft flowers actually arc down towards your chest and teasingly brush your nipples, a vine sneaks out behind you and traces its tip across your inner thigh.

"Ahhh! Fffuck!"

You cry out as your arm bindings immediately tighten and shudder around you, then receive a growth spurt and further expanding down over your back, cross crossing their way down your spine. The stems around your neck increase in number, with some of them making their way up the back of your neck, through your hair and over your scalp.

You drop a foot down onto some bare soil and cry out in pleasure as your foot lands heavily, your feet are exquisitely massaged once more and the plugs within you vibrate strongly. You cant help but pause your movements to escape but instead thrust your hips against your phantom lover.

Feeling the to large flowers lovingly capture your breasts they begin a strong sucking motion, causing you to cry out, your limbs stiffen as you are helplessly ride an enormous orgasm.

Even as your orgasm consumes you, you hear the small voice in the corner of your mind crying "Quick! Get out of here!" A wet shurp indicates the flowers that had captured your breasts are now removed, you lurch further on through the gap before falling onto the grass out of the reach of the soil and flowers, shaking hard as your orgasm slowly fades.

It takes some moments for the roots to cease their ministrations and stems to stop growing, leaving you a panting mess upon the wonderfully soft grass.

It takes some time before you can regain your senses and slowly get back to your feet and somewhat reluctantly continue.