Chapters tagged plant-woman

Get Ivy To Pollinate Them Both by Zeebop

Chapter 18

"Look, this isn't working," Lois Lane said, "I mean yes, there's some pollen getting in there, but if you really want to get it in deep where it'll do...the most good...I have an idea..." Which is how, after much finagling, Lois Lane ended up lying face-to-face, tit-to-tit on to...

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Finally! by Zeebop

Chapter 19

"This is really weird, right?" Harley said as she stared down into Lois Lane's face. Their noses were almost touching. "Like, we're about to get fucked by a mutant vegetable strapped to the crotch of a plant-woman who wants to knock us both up." "I know," Lois breathed. "It feel...

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End: Lotus Lane Wants To Fertilize Ivy by Zeebop

Chapter 20

Things moved inside the former Lois Lane. She could feel her body reconfiguring. Whatever Ivy had just pumped into her brain was causing more substantial changes. The former reporter could feel her hips creak, muscles tear and rebuild, and a viscous clear slime oozed from her pus...

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Pollinate The Plant-Woman by Zeebop

Chapter 19

A scent came to Lois Lane...a taste, a flavor. Musty and strong. It set her heart pounding and her ap flowing, mouth flooding with sweet nectar as if to attract some monstrous bee...and something did grab her branches, using them to aim a thick stamen into the plant-woman's waiti...

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End: This Is Lois Lane's Life Now by Zeebop

Chapter 20

Her branches reached toward the artificial sun of the growlights. Roots dug deep in the imported soil. Inside of her, things changed. Shifted, slowly. Muscles stiffened and shrank, soft bark grew. Poison Ivy would come by from time to time, talking to her sweetly, spraying water...

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End: This Is Not Lois Lane's Life Now by Zeebop

Chapter 20

The wee hours of the night brought quiet. Poison Ivy prepared Lois Lane for transport. The former reporter, and current plant-woman, felt the spade disrupting the soil around her roots. The moment of disquieting nausea as Ivy, grunting at the reporter's hundred and fifteen pounds...

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