The Gourdplant is still hard at work digesting Sara’s pert little body, converting her into the necessary nutrients so that it can produce thousands of delicious fruits. Tired whimpers escape from her pink lips. She hasn’t slept in three days, the pain keeping her wide awake and shivering. The poor girl has gone insane from her suffering as the plant’s digestive fluids slowly softens her into the consistency of a thick gruel. From all around her come the dying moans and groans of her fellow classmates, all sharing their worthless grunts of protest as they sizzled in their own Gourdplants. Strings of drool trailed from open gasping mouths while they open and shut in desperation, silently begging for their suffering to be over. None of them have any skin covering their bodies anymore, their naked ropey muscles have been exposed by the stomach acid. They all want it to stop, to go home to their parent’s warm hugs, and hot food, to a life where they were still kids with a future, instead of being plant food.
But there is only one way that this will all end, and they all know it.
Every last girl in the farm is going to end up as a steaming pile of plant shit squirted out at the feet of the next girls to be fed to the Gourdplants, just as the skeletons of their predecessors were shit out before them.
Sara wiggles in her sack as the plant pumps another load of acid up inside her pussy and sucks out her melted ovaries with a bubbling farting sound.
“Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilllllllll….. Meeeeeeeeeeee.” she squeals. But it’s too early for that…
She’s not ripe enough yet.