Falquian 11-Aug-15 22:11 # 2451 Up to topDown to bottom
DAY 2

Rose awoke early after a restless slumber filled with nightmares where sinister shadows chased her through a jungle chock full of vines that tangled her and slowed her escape. Last night, after the doctors had left her alone, she had spent a full hour crying before exhaustion claimed her. Now that she was awake again, she noticed that the pain was much more manageable, almost at the level she was accustomed handling, back in the nursery. Even her arms and legs were completely numb from their forced immobility, an expected result of extended bondage sessions like those she had practised before.

As the first lights of the morning shined over her bound body through the translucent glass ceiling of the greenhouse, Rose felt how calmness suddenly enveloped her, so powerful that it seemed unnatural even to her young mind. That thought didn't linger in her mind for too long, because as strange as it might have seemed, it dulled the sensations radiating from her tummy.

Unbeknownst to her, the plant invading her body had reacted to the light by releasing a massive amount of different chemicals that soaked her digestive tract and vaginal lining and acted like powerful antidepressants and anxiolytics.

Now calm and sedate, she even had the presence of mind to look at the bulge that had formed in her lower abdomen. The tendril in her cunt stretched her labia taut almost to the point of rupture, a discoloured ring of flesh outlining the phallic invader. She felt stabs of pain there every so often, like when her teacher had taught the children of the nursery how to handle needle play.

Her ass was similarly on fire. The tendril there seemed to have grown over the night, if that was even possible, making her belly packed to the brim, like that time when she had received her first gallon enema. However, she had never felt so stuffed before, and the unfulfilled need to poo was almost overwhelming her.

The chemical cocktail secreted by the plant that now coursed through her veins was, however, slowly shifting her perception of that sensations. The painful stabs and awful cramping didn't go away, but she felt she could deal with, or at least ignore, them. Her training was kicking in, her naturally masochistic side coming to light.

Rose, however, noticed her bladder uncomfortably full, and that was something she could still control. If she was already in position, why shouldn't she make use of the pot so conveniently placed under her? It wasn't like she hadn't peed in public before, and dirt was dirt. She had heard somewhere that pee was good for the plants so, unable to hold it any longer, she shamelessly let her sphincter go, basking on the release of one source of pressure in her innards.

The golden stream seemed unending, and she was still in the middle of evacuating when she heard the hiss of the greenhouse doors and saw the two evil doctors heading to where she was. She should have felt embarrassed as the doctors approached and saw her pissing, but her drug fuelled disinterest had purged her from that particular feeling.

"Do you feel better now, Rose?" Mateson asked her.

"Yes. I needed to pee very much. There is no toilet here, and I can't move" she explained.

"Don't worry about it, dear. Whenever you need peeing, just do so like you have done now"

"Just like this?"

"Of course!" the doc laughed "It's pretty normal, given your situation, and we don't mind. In fact, you are going to discover that you need to pee more and more often from now on"

It was true, part of the changes she was unknowingly undergoing. The plant was feeding her an unnatural amount of liquids that were slowly changing her metabolism and DNA make-up to better integrate both organisms, but a side effect was a nasty liquid imbalance that would need frequent release.

Rose saw William move a portable x-ray scanner in front of her. While she guessed about the purpose of that strange machine, Mateson and his assistant looked at the image that the scanner revealed. Inside the girl's abdomen, the plant had begun colonizing her small intestine. At that rate, in less than two weeks, her whole digestive tract would be full of nothing but vegetable matter. Smaller tendrils sprouted from the main one as it grew, invading the surrounding tissues, assimilating them and feeding nutrients directly to her blood stream. Rose wouldn't have to eat or drink again if she didn't want to, but that didn't mean she couldn't feast on some other things. Things that the scientists would be very happy to provide.

The bulb nested in her uterus had sprouted two smaller protrusions that were filling her fallopian tubes, heading straight for her ovaries. That was the main reason why she had to be so awfully young. For the experiment to yield optimal results, the female subject needed to be prepubescent, as they had discovered after many failures that the hormonal and tisular changes brought by the oestrus rendered the fusion infertile.

Once that detail had been taken into account, the latest iterations of the procedure had produced seeds of a very high quality, such as the one that had birthed the plant that now invaded Rose, and they hoped that the seeds born from this particular unholy union would be the first ones usable to create the very first functional human-plant hybrids down the line.

Both scientists chatted excitedly and Rose, even if she didn't know the meaning of the scientific words they were using, deduced by their tone that everything was going according to their plan. What that meant for her in the end she didn't know and, truth be told, didn't mind. While she was curious about her fate, like any child would, she had been raised to be the perfect test subject for any experiment the scientists developed, or just to be a toy for their sexual relief, and she was happy to be of use to such intelligent and worthy people.

As the sun rose higher and the light bathing her bound body increased, Rose began to sweat profusely, squirming from an itch that wasn't truly an itch. That sensation wasn't strange to her, but it had never come with such an irresistible force behind it before. Mateson and William noticed the change immediately, and winked at each other as if they had been expecting it.

"How do you feel now, Rose?" William spoke to her for the first time.

"It's hot, and itchy, and feels funny down there" she pointed with her chin to her cunt.

"Do you want us to help you with that?" he asked.

"Yes please!" she panted.

Rose wasn't feeling more pain than what her abdomen, asshole and vagina constantly irradiated, but the new sensations growing within her threatened to overload even her trained mind. The memory of what happened last night when she orgasmed so strongly was also conspiring against her self control.

Hormones that lowered her inhibitions and increased her libido such as those the light was prompting the plant to produce were being discharged nonstop into her blood stream, slowly turning her into a sex crazed maniac. All within the parameters, of course, as she needed her reproductive system kicked into overdrive if the experiment was to have a chance of succeeding.

William positioned himself in front of her and started to carefully fondle her undeveloped nipple buds, tickling and rubbing and pinching the dime sized areolas. The sensation was incredibly pleasurable to young Rose, sending small bolts of electricity that made her chest muscles spasm in delicious waves that brought relief to her all consuming lust. The young doctor unfastened his pants and his cock sprang to life, resting its incredible length between Rose's flat tits and presenting the glans to the girl's mouth.

"Suck it, Rose, suck it like you have been trained to!" he commanded her.

Rose obediently kissed the purple head, staining her puckered lips with some of the copious amounts of transparent sticky precum that was already flowing. She licked them and found his taste salty but not unpleasant, definitely better than some of the boys she had fellated before. Even if she wasn't hungry or thirsty, she tried her best to fit his massive cock inside her mouth, in order to wring as much liquid as possible.

"Yes, that's how it's done!" William screamed, tugging at her non-existent teats as long and hard as the flesh allowed, making her yell in pain, so that he could stimulate as best as possible the length of his cock with the skin of her undeveloped chest.

Meanwhile Mateson had crouched between them, looking at the junction where the main tendril met her cunt and marvelling at the ring of taut flesh that her labia had formed. Her clit was very erect, a small crimsom bead beating with arousal. He lapped the nub, expertly peeling it from its hood with his tongue and exposing it to his ministrations. He had a lot of practice at oral sex, and Rose soon found herself moaning with pleasure, the sound muffled by a mouthful of cock.

The next five minutes, both men exercised their expertise in the amatory arts, refined through many test subjects, switching positions to extract the most pleasure from the little strumpet. She had already forgotten why they were doing that, her mind lost in pleasures so much greater than she had previously experienced. Rose sensed how the itch mutated, transformed, moved through her body in waves that found the painful places of her body, increasing in intensity and radiating more strongly, mixing pain and pleasure into the same ecstatic feeling.

With a shrill scream that reverberated through William's cock, buried in her mouth, Rose finally came, her body contracting in the spasms of a massive orgasm, the second one at the greenhouse and already dwarfing the incredible first one.



Her vocal manifestation of pleasure drove both men over the edge too. William filled her mouth in a deluge of cum while Mateson painted her body white in a sticky patina as she slumped forward as much as her restraints allowed, twitching uncontrollably.

Rose's mouth was full with cum, and she savoured the gooey, warm, bitter mass, rolling it through her tongue, scraping it from her teeth, and licking her lips hungrily for more. She always enjoyed how the sticky substance clinged to her throat as it travelled to her stomach.

One of the effects of the treatments they had been administered, apart from the spectacular cock growth, was an increased production of cum and both scientists smiled as they cleaned their members against the patches of Rose's alabaster skin that were still unsoiled. Her face was covered by ropes of the dense liquid, as was her torso and cunt. Mateson as well as William found the sight incredibly erotic, and decided against cleaning the mess. Coming every morning to the greenhouse to be greeted by a ten years old girl bound and covered from head to toe in a crust of dried semen held a strange charm over the two deviants.

"How was that, little Rose?" asked Mateson after regaining his breath "Did you like it?"

"Yes, doctor. Can I have more cum?" she pleaded with puppy eyes while she tried to reach with her tongue any unclaimed bit.

"Of course, semen is healthy for you, my dear Rose" he said, patting her head "We will give it to you everyday, as many times as possible"

"Yay!" she positively beamed.

While Rose relaxed, both men went on to their work monitoring the relevant parameters of the experiment, as well as the rest of experiments going on in their little realm inside the facility. As they moved from task to task, they answered Rose's questions and talked about the menial things of the day by day, or about her life before arriving there. Two more times they frigged Rose to orgasm and fed her with the cum she so craved.

Despite being unable to move, caked with cum in different stages of drying and with a mutant plant invading her body bit by bit, she had never felt so good in her life. Even that constant pain that throbbed in her cunny and the cramping of her bum just seemed to blend into one another, satisfying her lust for pain. If that was what being a test subject was about, she was happy for the brothers and sisters that had preceded her.

That night, when the doctors left, an exhausted Rose went to sleep almost immediately, the wonderful smell of their semen inundating her nostrils. That night she didn't cry in pain anymore, even if she had never stopped hurting. That night, in her dreams, she welcomed the jungle vines that tangled her.