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Quelling your panic you look down at your wrists and see they are encircled by the flower stems, and they are growing up your arms! Looking closer you can see the rubbery stems are nearly melded to your wrists, with only a very small gap under it and your skin in places. Looking at the advancing stems you can see they are actually growing onto you!

As you feel your apprehension rise you inhale more of the flowers scent. It again works its way into your soul and labours to calm you. You can't help whimpering though as you feel the rubber roots slide their smooth way around and around your calf and shins, up to and around your knees before escelating up your thighs.

You suddenly moan though as a root around the tops of each of your feet branches off and slides sensually down between your toes and around them, embracing them in a gentle, loving embrace.

You feel the roots softly squeeze around your thighs and can't help a another moan escaping your lips as they worm their way gently higher still.

You watch your arms and the flower stems then. Still apprehensive as the growing stems form tiny bumps along their length. The bumps you notice, grow out into flower buds. The stems continue to work their war around your forearms all the way to you elbows, caressing your inner elbows softly before they continue up to you upper arms. You can't help but shiver as the stems grow along the contours of your arm muscles. Each newly developed bud is infused with its scent, calming you more with every inch they gain on you.

As they wind their war around your arms and shoulders, you feel yourself breathing deeply, your chest heaving slowly. Closing your eyes a little you realise this is turning you on! As you feel your breasts press against the confining bra, you notice the roots down below have slice cleanly through your panties, dropping them to the ground. You think you should be alarmed at the now unrestricted access your poor body is subject to, but a growing part of your mind welcomes it. When you feel the root tips prod gently at your aroused vagina you can't help but moan deeply.

As the other root tip prods caresses your ass cheeks, you have a sneaking suspicion of where it wants to go. You let out another moan as you feel one slide within your vagina easily. You also know it wasn't just the smoothness of the rubber that caused it to slide that easily, feeling some of your own lubrication run down your inner thigh.

On your upper body, the flower stems hae made more progress in growing upon you. They have reached your collar bones, having circled your arms under your arm pits they cunningly snip away at your bra straps and cause it to drop to your breasts. One longer tendril snakes down between your breasts before severing the annoying material called a bra. You barely notice the change in feeling on your chest, but every shudder the rubber tendrils cause you loosens your top and tickles your breasts, causing the bra to fall to the forest floor. The stems then continue to extend their way over your collar bones unhindered and around your neck gently.

Some stems branch off and gently grow all the way around you, under your arms, over the top of your back and come to rest at the tops of your now bare breasts.

Your eyes open briefly as you realise the rubbery roots around your thighs can be quite animated when the one inside you begins vibrating a little. You can't help but close your eyes and gently thrust your hips as your attention is drawn back down there as the root within you starts a gentle pumping motion within you.

You can feel the second root continue to grow. It wraps slowly around your hips, all the way across your front and around your other side several times before looping down between your thighs and up between and over your butt cheeks before it branches off. Numerous ends grip each of your pert butt cheeks and squeezes them slowly, in time with the root inside you.

You cry out softly, knowing your lust is rising ever faster. You then shriek quietly as a root probes your ass and quickly grows inside, expanding and plugging you efficiently. You groan as you feel it bunch up and knot inside you. Having played around with sex toys in the past you wonder, with a little delight, just how nice it will feel sliding it out of you later.

Then they stop their ministrations as if denying you release.

"Mmm that's not what i want," you think with disappointment.

Suddenly you realise you are able to move your legs and arms again! "I'm free!" you shriek.

Falling to your hands and knees it takes you a few minutes and much delightful moaning to eventually stand. The very invasive rubbery roots now residing deep within your body make each movement exquisitely excruciating.

When you regain your senses you look down. You can see you look a little like a garden ornament which has been covered in plant growth. Except here, the plant growth is black shiny latex. You gasp a little as you realise you are naked, but there seems to be no one else in the forest to see you.

You test your new friends bindings and find you still have complete freedom of movement, barring the pleasantness of doing so between your legs.

As you regain your senses once again, you frown and bring a hand up to the flower stems on your arms and attempt to pull the rubber stems off your wrists but the ends seem to have melted into each other. You can't get them off! Each attempt at pulling the stems off your arms makes you yelp in pain. They seem to have stuck to you. Looking closely you can see every stem has been lined with flower buds, and the buds are all facing outwards and not pressing into your soft skin.

You stand up straight and drop your hands down to your butt, feeling your firm cheeks within the roots grasp. You realise with a little dismay that your ass seems permanently squeezed within the roots. Attempting to twist your body for a look you groan as the plugs shift around inside you. You eye your new latex belt and can see the crotch part of it has thickened, making it hard for you to get a closer look at the root within your vagina. With a little difficulty you could reach your clit if you wanted to though, but the hip portion of the belt is sitting snug and tight against your skin.

You look down further.

The root growth over your legs contrasts very sharply over your very light skin, its smoothness is broken and its shape changes along its length just like a real tree root. Your feet are totally enmeshed within a network of smaller roots, but you still have a large degree of movement. The entrapment of each toe by tiny roots feels oddly playful and nice.

Overall the roots around your hip and legs as well as the flower stems on your arms and chest are tight and strangely comforting, like you are in the midst of a nice warm hug.

"I really need to get out of here," You think to yourself, common sense returning to you. You decide where you and your new plant based hosts will go next.