“Gods help me.” she sobbed.
The Gourdplant launched itself upward at its prey astoundingly quickly, wrapping her boobs up in its suckers, and yanking her in by them hard.
Sara let out a pig-like squeal as it wrapped fleshy arms around her midriff and choked her neck.
“Waaaaaaiiiittt… Iiiii’ve chaaaangeeed myyyyy miiiiiiind. Uuuuuuccckckkkk”
She was cut off as the thick serrated stamen slammed her diminutive pink fuck-hole. It was far too big to fit easily, and filled with a scalding acid that it pumped up inside of her womb. Sara urinated as her vagina smoked, whilst the stamen slowly pushed deeper, one overlarge ridge at a time. She cried, screamed, drooled, pissed and had snot running from her nose.
It was then that the naive schoolgirl realised with a mounting horror… there were no gods.