Enflowered
Eleniel ventured through the forest, the dense tangle of roots seemingly trying to trip her up as she made her way through. It was darker here, she noticed. The canopy seemed to block out much of the light, almost as if it were forming a cage around her. It made her anxious.
The journey from Raalon to Leran Entheas was not one to be taken lightly, she knew. However her people were under threat from invading orcs, and were in desperate need of help from their brethren if they were to last through the coming months. Naturally anyone could have delivered a message, if that was all it entailed. But as the princess of her realm, she took it upon herself to go as an emissary to ask for aid, even forgoing any help on her journey.
Some called her naïve, perhaps even foolish to undertake such an endeavour alone, but such is the pride of an elf. She had dwelt in the safe confines of her homeland for long enough. Eleniel needed to prove to others, and to herself, that she was a capable leader.
Yet with every step she took further away from her homeland, she realised how dissimilar these forests were to the gentle woodlands she played in as a child. The trees were unfamiliar and foreboding, and the plants seemed sinister with their vulgar bright colours and roots that coiled around the paths.
There was also another thing that made her apprehensive. There were no animals in this forest: no bird calls, no skittering insects, no wild deer. It seemed almost as if this place was the dominion of plants alone; that no other life was allowed.
She shivered at the thought, holding her slender body tightly with her arms. It is not as if the plants are alive... she reminded herself. Yet somehow she had an ominous feeling about this forest. A feeling that the only way to survive in a place like this is to be a plant. But regardless of her mounting dread, her journey had to continue. Her people were counting on her.
Unfortunately, fate was not aspiring to make her ordeal any easier. After stumbling through the overgrowth for what felt like hours, she suddenly found herself at an impasse. Before her there lay a giant rock face. Looking to and fro, it seemed to stretch for miles in each direction (though of course it was only possible to see so far in this deep forest). Eleniel was momentarily filled with despair. It almost seemed like there was no way through, that the path led to a dead end. However as she approached the cliff, she found that there was actually a very narrow crevice running through the rock. It was a small opening indeed, probably not wide enough for a man or dwarf to fit through, but perhaps for her nimble elven body, it was enough. The one thing that troubled her was that the cliff face was completely overgrown with strange plants. The loathsome things covered the walls almost entirely, making the crevice into a multicoloured mess of vines and flowers. Much like the ones she had seen earlier in the forest, they seemed to have a strangely menacing, looming feeling to them.
She abhorred the thought of going anywhere near those plants, especially not knowing whether they were poisonous or dangerous in some way, but to her distress there was simply no way to squeeze through the crevice without being pushed up next to them. Ultimately she was left with little choice. It might take hours, if not days, to find another way around, wasting valuable time. Besides there was no guarantee any other passage would be any better than this one. She had to go through it.
Steeling her nerves, she put her foot forward, and began worming her way into the leafy crevice. Instantly, she was made aware of how much the plants pressed up against her, and it was impossible to ignore the feel of them touching the skin of her uncovered arms and face. It was awful.
Inside the crevice it was shady, but fortunately not dark, as light from far up above filtered through, and far in the distance she could just about make out an exit. With hope in her mind, she gingerly manoeuvred further in. Sometimes it was easy to move through, and at others she had to breathe out to squeeze her body through tight sections. It was agonisingly slow work.
The plants were the worst part however. They were extremely disquieting with giant alien flowers, bright yellow bulbs and other strange appendages. They all felt unnatural to the touch, some sticky, others wet, others still with fur-like skin. She could only hope none of them were in fact as dangerous as they looked, for she would have know way of knowing until their poisons started to affect her.
About two thirds of the way through the crevice, she noticed a particularly strange plant. It had a gigantic purple star-shaped flower at her eye-level, and seemed to watch her every movement insidiously. Since the crevice was so narrow at this point, she had no choice but to slowly move past it. As she drew up to it, she realised she would have to brush her face right up against it, and gritted her teeth at this prospect.
As her cheek touched it, it reacted. All of a sudden, it started spewing orange gas right into her face. She gasped in surprise, inhaling the thick musty smog involuntarily. It was vile and cloying and she started coughing. Ugh, what is this stuff? she thought in panic. Spluttering, she tried to squirm her head past it as quickly as she could, but there was so little space in the crevice, and she was forced to move slowly. Inhaling more and more gas, she felt her body rejecting whatever it was trying to do to her, but the sheer volume was overcoming her defences. She squeezed past with exaggerated slowness, trying to breathe in as little as possible, but her efforts were mostly ineffectual and her mind was starting to feel fuzzy.
Eventually she was able to move past to a wider section, and the air started to thin out. She gasped as she took in fresh air. She quickly kept on moving through the rest of the passage, trying to get out as soon as possible. Fortunately, the rest of the way was fairly easy to get through. With one last push, she collapsed out of the crevice and onto the grass. She was finally through.
Breathing heavily and looking around, she found herself in more forest, this part lighter and less dense than before, but no less filled with strange plants and flowers. What was that thing? she pondered. She was unable to tell what effect the plant had had on her other than that her head felt warm, and her mind still felt slightly clouded. Perhaps it was just a pollen for spreading seeds around? Standing up and brushing herself off, she sighed. She must have looked rather silly back there. This is hardly a manner befitting a princess, she reprimanded herself. I cannot let something so trifling distract me from what I must do.
Composing herself, she found a barely visible path through the shrubs and ferns, and began to continue her journey. Were the plants always so vibrant in colour? she murmured to herself, looking around. The way they stood out to her was in a way almost... enticing. Still, better keep my distance, lest they do something similar to before. This was sure to be not the only ordeal she would have to face before she had reached her destination, and she had to remain focused.
The path to Leran Entheas was indeed a long one, and Eleniel could not help but feel she was out of her depth here. The forest seemed to grow stranger and stranger as she walked through it, and she recognised so little of what she saw.
Before long, she started to feel thirsty. In her sack, she had brought along supplies: nuts and berries from the woods of her homeland, and a waterskin filled from the clear rivers that flowed there. Yet looking upon it, it seemed oddly unfulfilling to her. It was strange, but she seemed to desire something… thicker . Hmm, could not I have brought something with more substance, like the sweet syrup we make from tree sap in the summertime? she lamented. She gave the water a try anyway, forcing a tentative gulp of it down her throat, but for some reason it only stuck in her throat, and did nothing to quench her thirst.
Looking around, she could not help but notice the abundance of colourful and attractive looking plants. Surely something around here must be capable of satisfying my thirst, she pondered. It was then that she noticed a particularly strong and pungent smell. It had a sickly-sweet scent to it, but for some reason she was drawn towards it. In curiosity, and against her better judgement, she stepped off the path. Following her nose she brushed past thickets and shrubs until she found the source of the scent.
It was... an interesting plant. It had a long and erect stem, about half her size, topped with a large, rounded orange bulb that had a small hole in it. As she drew close she could not help but put a name to this strange smell. It is not dissimilar to the scent of a man’s... but she did not finish the thought, feeling somewhat embarrassed. She was somewhat of a sheltered princess after all.
But despite her disgust at the notion, something drew her towards the top of the stem. The bulb seemed squishy, and with her nose so close to the hole, she could smell the scent of the nectar coming out strongly. Looking closely at it, it was almost phallic in nature. Her mouth unconsciously opened.
Wait, what am I doing? she thought suddenly. I was about to put my mouth to this thing. Suckling on a strange plant in a forest, so far from home. Have I gone mad? Yet that warm sensation from before came over her brain, and more strongly this time, and she suddenly stopped thinking clearly. She imagined the sweet yet strongly scented nectar flowing down her throat, parching the thirst that had started building in her ever since she was sprayed by that plant. She stroked the surface of the plant apprehensively. Well... Just one taste could not harm, yes? she thought with a somewhat guilty feeling.
She awkwardly placed her mouth against the soft skin of the bulb, the scent now overpowering but irresistible. With excitement and trepidation, she breathed in, and started sucking. Immediately sweet and salty liquid burst forth into her mouth and filled it completely. She was unable to stop herself, and began swallowing it. It tasted SO GOOD. The nectar was slimy and pungent, yet extremely addictive. Increasing her efforts, she leaned into the plant, placing both hands around the stem. She started to suckle uncontrollably like a newborn child, the viscous syrupy nectar flowing into her belly. She was dimly aware of what she was doing, but the heady succulent taste was too much for her to resist. She just kept drinking. More and more and more.
She subconsciously found herself wrapping her legs around the plant’s stem. She had never drunk this much before in her life. Her skinny stomach was starting to swell out from all the nectar inside it, but still she had to drink more. Dear god, why does it taste so good?
Perhaps it was her imagination, but her body was starting to feel warm. Is this liquid affecting me? she wondered. Her breasts felt strangely tingly. I should stop, she told herself. But her mouth would not listen to her.
Her belly was actually starting to hurt now. There was so much liquid in her belly, it felt almost as if she was pregnant. This thought scared her, but even as she knew what she was doing to her body, the nectar tasted so heavenly she could not stop regardless. She had begun pumping the stem with her hands to get as much out as possible. She even started moaning involuntarily. She was completely under the thrall of the plant.
Eventually though, the nectar stopped flowing. With a groan, Eleniel fell back on the grass, her stomach now with a clearly visible bulge, and drool dripping from her mouth. She felt oddly tired now, the nectar perhaps having a soporific effect on her. Her legs were still wrapped tightly around the thick plant stem. I cannot believe I have humiliated myself so, she felt in shame. I must continue... my journey. But the drowsiness was already taking hold of her, and the grass beneath her felt so comfortable. So there she involuntarily fell asleep, in a strange mix of satisfaction and self-disgust.
When she awoke she felt... different. How long have I been asleep? she contemplated drowsily to herself. She felt... heavy. As if she was laden down with leaden weights. Glancing up, she tried to check if the bulge of her belly was still there. What are these large mounds in the way? she thought in annoyance. Feeling with her hands instead, she felt that the bulge was mostly gone... but her body felt changed. Were... my hips always this big? she wondered in confusion. This round?
She got up gently. As she did so she almost lost balance because the weight of her body felt oddly distributed. For some strange reason, her clothes had shrunk. She was wearing pragmatic clothing for a long hike: trousers, boots, a loose-fitting tunic, and a tighter hunting jacket. In particular, her nipples felt hugely uncomfortable buttoned up against her jacket. Grimacing slightly, she was forced to undo the buttons. Coming free, her melons swung loose, and she gasped in surprise at how good it felt for them to be unrestrained.
Looking down at her ass, her trousers too were a problem. There was no easy fix here; her ass and hips were straining against the fabric, and she felt she would never be able to walk properly in them the way they were now. She blushed. At least no one would see her here in the forest.
Delicately, she undid the buttons of her trousers, and slid them off her rounded bottom and down. It felt so much better with her thighs exposed like this. More natural. More problematically, her underwear was similarly strained against her plump flesh, and the material had troublesomely wedged itself between her cheeks, feeling rather uncomfortable. However there was only so far she was willing to go for comfort’s sake. I am supposed to be a future queen after all, she thought in self-dirision.
With that taken care of, she glanced at the plant one more time in embarrassment. She had been made its complete slave for a good hour or two. Turning an embarrassing shame of red, she left the clearing determinedly to return back to the path. No more distractions now, she declared to herself. I have a duty to my people to deliver this message. Though even as she said this, she couldn’t help but notice that walking felt slightly more awkward than usual. For some reason every part of her seemed to jiggle with each step. Something... does not feel quite right, she pondered, as she absent-mindedly ran a hand over her large ass. She was finding it hard to concentrate on exactly what it was. It must be the thick air of this forest. Playing with my mind.
Eleniel continued down the path. She felt somewhat ashamed to have her pale bare legs out on show, and her mysteriously large breasts swaying back and forth. At the very least, the forest was warm and she did not have to worry about onlookers so far from any settlement. In fact if anything, my body feels too warm right now, she thought in embarrassment.
Perhaps it was her imagination, but the forest seemed to be growing more vibrant and extravagant the further she went in. The plants were still frightening, of course, but they had a savage beauty to them. They smelt beautiful, she noticed; a tapestry of alluring scents, each inviting her to partake in their sweet nectar. She licked her lips.
Walking through the cloyingly humid forest, it seemed as if distractions were piling up on her. She found herself rubbing her chest in distress. My nipples… why are they itching so much? she lamented. Her breasts were no longer as confined, but they still pressed against the fabric of her tunic, which could only stretch so much. Perhaps something in the gas triggered an allergic reaction, she considered. I suppose it would not be so bad to let them... breathe for a bit. She took off her jacket and following that, somewhat self-consciously pulled her tunic upwards. As it passed over her nipples, it brushed them, eliciting in her a tiny moan.
With her chest fully exposed, she stared in wonder at the sight. They were mesmerising. She was not sure what exactly about the glistening globes kept her attention, but she could not help but cup them in her hands and enjoy their weight. Were my breasts always this full? And so sensitive? she wondered. She could not remember exactly, but she felt as if only yesterday they were merely sweetly curved mounds. Ah, but of course, that must have been when I was an adolescent. she rationalised to herself. It is sometimes strange how time flies when you are an elf. But that was not all she noticed.
Surely now, my nipples did not always have petals? she pondered, studying the curious pink leaves. And since when were they so… round. Her nipples were swollen circles, and were indeed framed by elegant petals. If she were to describe in a word the picture they evoked, it would be that of flowers. My nipples… my nipples have turned into flowers. Is that... normal? She spent several minutes gazing at the things, massaging them and admiring their voluptuousness. They ached impatiently, though in need of what, she was not sure.
No… this is not right. My breasts were not like this before I came to this forest. she thought in concern. That nectar I drank… it is affecting me somehow. All at once, it came to her. The flash of images of the past day and the recognition of what was going on was made clear. It... It has been changing my body, and I was not even aware it was happening! She stared down at her modified breasts and rounded ass in horror. This... this is not me. she thought in disbelief. But being aware what was happening did not help her one bit. She was many miles from civilisation, many miles from a cure to her predicament. That is if one even did happen to exist.
She had only one choice: to continue with her journey regardless. She grimaced.
She found herself leaving her tunic and jacket on the floor. Her breasts were simply too sensitive now, and too large to be restricted by her clothes any longer. She hugged her body self-consciously, the flesh of her tits spilling over her arms slightly. She blushed at this even though the only thing that could see her here were plants. The only thing covering her naked body now was the teensy stretched material of her white lace underwear.
Knowing now the changes the plant had made to her only made her more aware of the way her breasts jiggled as she walked, and the way her ass rose and fell with each step. Even more, the scents of the plants was making her hot. Her underwear was grinding up against her pussy in a way that made it almost worse than being naked. She bit her lower lip in arousal. Not only that, but with her flowering breasts on show, she felt almost as if she were putting herself on display to the plants. Like a ripe fruit ready to be plucked. That’s… not true though, she told herself half-heartedly. I am an elf, not a plant.
Her breasts were really starting to ache now. The walking around was jolting them. Shaking around the liquid inside them. How can this be? she thought in consternation. I’m not pregnant. Yet the sensation only grew. They were throbbing with need, begging to be squeezed. To be milked. Eleniel resisted the urge to touch them, but it was exceedingly difficult. She felt like a dairy cow, with the way the swelling flesh bounced against her chest.
Eventually the sensation became too much for her. With some trepidation, she cupped her hands around the voluptuous mounds, and gave them a small squeeze. Instantly, the engorged nipples began to burst forth with fragrance. She grunted softly as they released their load. The scent was unmistakable. It smelt of sex, thick and heavy. She wanted to stop, but massaging them gently felt so good. With embarrassment, she continued to fondle them, spreading her scent around the forest. Her body was making its new purpose clear to the surrounding plants. I am in bloom now, and ready to be fucked. Her pussy grew wet at the thought, even though she tried to ignore it. She was growing used to being an object.
It was only a matter of time before there was a reaction. Naïvely, she had thought that the only kinds of plants in this forest were ones that did not move. She was wrong.
From the side of the path, vines suddenly burst forth. In surprise, she tried to nimbly leap away, but her plump unwieldy body betrayed her. Tripping slightly, the vines caught her round the legs and coiled around. They yanked her from her feet, and then began to drag her to the side of the road. She screamed.
‘Let—let go of me!’ she cried helplessly. Unheeding, the vines dragged her towards their source. From the side, she caught a glimpse of the thing: a green tentacled monstrosity, covered in glowing eyes. She gasped, struggling more intensely to free her feet from its grasp. Gods, if only I had my knife, she cursed, but she had foolishly left all her equipment on her belt. She was completely defenceless.
She was close to it now. As it drew her near, the vines started trying to pull her legs to each side, forcing them apart. She yelped, pulling back against the plant with her upper body, and she was momentarily able to stop it. Suddenly, from within the mass of tentacles, a larger appendage came forth. It was much thicker than the vines, and had a large bulbous head as big as her fist. Immediately its scent overpowered her. It was like the nectar from before, but far stronger. It smelt just like a man’s penis. Once again, the warmth came over her mind, and she felt herself becoming hornier. Her mouth began to water. Unthinkingly, she lowered her resistance, and other vines intervened to pull her arms away. Slowly and erotically, her legs were spread open, and her dripping panties were revealed.
She knew what was going to happen now. She didn’t want to mate with the plant, but her mind and body were desiring it. They craved it. The vines drew her tiny underwear to the side, and her pussy was laid bare. She gasped as she realised that it too had been changed. Firstly, there was no trace of pubic hair anywhere; she was completely smooth and optimised for sex. That was not all; like some kind of exotic plant, the lips of her vagina had opened up and become hardened like petals. As it was now, her entrance was permanently opened, and the walls were slick with mucus. Previously, it would have been near impossible for her to accommodate the large tentacle inside her, but her new pussy had been modified so that it would squeeze in snugly.
The tentacle drew up to her vagina. She writhed ineffectually, but the vines now held her arms and legs tightly to the side. In truth, she could only half-muster up a defence, when her pussy was aching in need, and her mind was still fuzzy from the scent. At first the rough green bulb rubbed up against the opening, and she moaned as her super-sensitive walls were stimulated. Then it began to press into her. It was so big, and even her widened pussy was strained as it slowly moved in, but eventually it slowly slid and her pussy welcomed it in to her. She gasped in pain and pleasure, it was so massive that it filled her completely, but it felt so right.
Slowly but surely, it began to pump in and out. It was slightly easier now that her pussy had been opened up the first time, but the head was still so thick, and she cried out in ecstasy as it popped out and in again. She had been repurposed for this. A vessel made for reproducing with a plant. She moaned at this thought in spite of herself, the reprogramming beginning to take effect. She began to rock her ample hips in time with the thrusts, rubbing her clit against the bulb. Remnants of her elf pride were deserting her as she started helplessly giving in to pleasure.
The plant had more plans for her though, as further tentacles burst forth. Her sexual organs had been modified to take in the plant’s seed, but there were still other places in her body that it could fill to alter her body further. She groaned as a second tentacle was placed against her anus, in between her rounded cheeks. It too had been changed by the nectar. Where before it was a tightly puckered starfish, it now protruded outwards invitingly, and had been adapted to take even such a large object. The pleasure it felt had of course, also been magnified. It was an even tighter fit than her pussy, and she herself had to strain her anus painfully to let it in, but it was inevitable. Her eyes rolled back as it sunk into her, both tentacles now moving in and out of her gigantic ass in unison. A third smaller tentacle found its way to her mouth, and her wordless cries became sensual moans. She was completely plugged from all angles by the plant.
She was now barely resisting it, and was writhing helplessly as the tentacles ravaged her. There was but one alarm going off in her mind. She could sense insider her that her ovaries had been modified to accept the plant’s seed. She couldn’t help but accept the pleasure, but she knew that if the plant cummed inside of her, she would be transformed beyond return. The rest of her mind would give in, and she would become just a nursery for plants. So even as she moaned and sucked on the tentacle in her mouth, she struggled against the vines. But it was to no avail. She felt the tentacles began to pick up speed, and the friction against her asshole and pussy increased. Her mind searched desperately for a way out, but the overwhelming ecstasy, and the overwhelming scent of the girth in her mouth were conspiring against her. Then as the thrusting reached a critical point, it became too late.
Thick, creamy liquid began steadily pouring into all of her holes. It was hot and viscous, and she felt as it was pumped into her ass and belly, that it was being absorbed by her body and acting as a catalyst. It was changing her irrevocably. In addition, the sheer volume of cum filling her pussy left no doubt that she was being impregnated. As it flooded in, she initially growled in protest, but as the catalyst in the seed began to alter her mind, she began to yelp in distress as she tried to resist the transformation. Gradually though, the yelping subsided, and simmered down to become a purr. Her mind was becoming deliciously empty as the fluid kept flowing into her ass, and all memories of being an elf princess were soon becoming forgotten. She was being remodelled body and mind into a slave to the plant, and the only emotion she needed was that of pleasure. As she was completely filled, and beyond even that, she just lay there mewling in delight, the only thought in her head the sensation of the seed stuffing her insides.
The tentacles withdrew, leaving behind gaping holes where treacle-like liquid oozed out. Eleniel’s rounded slimy body quivered in satisfaction, already preparing itself for the rest of its life as a mother for her many children. She moaned softly as her swelling belly fused with the plant babies in the liquid, and she rubbed her tummy gently. It felt so good knowing her precious babies were becoming one with her body.
As she lay there, slowly but surely, her feet began growing roots and finding their way into the soil. She wouldn’t need to move any longer. Besides, her children would need all the nutrients they could get if she was going to feed them.
There weren’t going to be many thoughts in Eleniel’s head from now on, but at least she would be happy to have found her purpose in life. A warm smile filled her face as she thought of the many years to come she would have growing baby plants inside her, and making love with her partner, the burgeoning green plant. This was a beautiful forest after all, far away from any worries of bloodshed and turmoil, and far away from wars. Here, she could be at one with nature. Here, she would be at peace.