Falquian 11-Aug-15 22:12 # 2453 Up to topDown to bottom
DAY 30

The weeks after the hoodectomy, William carefully implemented his plan to develop Rose's urethral elasticity. The deviant assistant had set her new goal to stretch her urethra until their cocks could penetrate it. What use was having a pretty naked under-aged girl, unwilling to resist your sexual advances, if you couldn't fuck her however you wanted?

Little Rose had become more a nimpho than she had started being, always starved for any kind of stimulation, so she took to this new lesson with renewed enthusiasm. She didn't have the same possibilities as with her mouth, given her state of immobility, but nonetheless, she tried her best to learn how relax her sphincter as much as she could, or how to use it to exert selective pressure to whatever traversed its length.

The scientists for their part procured some different sized sounds and vibrators from another lab and trained her peehole to accept longer and thicker insertions. Little Rose became giddy with excitement every time Mateson or William unveiled a bigger sized toy. The sensations produced by stretching that hole, and the pleasure it elicited as the progressively bigger phallic objects expanded her innards was indescribable.

The little child went ecstatic every time they shoved a vibrator up her urethra, broke through the sphincter and entered her bladder. She rolled up her eyes and her head collapsed backwards as all the nerves around the piss tube and the roots of her clitoris became on fire. She would often ask William to put his fingers inside to check how she had improved at using her muscles to give a massage.

As a result of the intensive training regime, Rose discovered a new pair of interesting things. The first one was that she had become functionally incontinent. The frequency of their fuckings made her urethra unable to return to its original size after each session, so a small trickle of piss always drained down her peehole unless it was plugged somehow.

The second one was that her bladder was stretching like a water balloon, at its maximum length resting somewhere around her navel. She knew that because she once saw the full contour of a flexible vibrator through the skin of her misshapen belly. Her hide was so taut and thin that she sweared she could distinguish the pink colour of the vibrator through the now semi-translucent layers of green flesh.

Her nipples had kept growing thanks to the beans, or whatever they were, inside them, and now they were the size of a pregnant mother's. Half an inch long, the cone shaped flesh mounds were a source of great pleasure to Rose. The friction on the inside of her flesh caused by those things whenever Mateson or William played with them was deliciously nasty, like picking on a scar, and the thought that something was on its way to exiting her body through there filled her with a childlike maternal pride.

That morning, Mateson had brought a pair of thin tweezers with him as he approached Rose. Her daily routine included a variety of measurements, blood sampling, injections and scanning, but that particular tool was new. The novelty factor always interested Rose, so she tried to focus on the doctor even as the latest vibrator plugging her bladder fed her orgasm after orgasm.

"What are those for?" she asked, her voice trembling in barely contained pleasure.

"You will see. You are becoming very impatient for a plant, aren't you?" retorted Mateson.

That was something that the doctors were insisting on a lot, lately. Well, she couldn't move, she was rooted to the soil of her pot, she didn't need to eat or drink, even if she could somehow digest semen, and sunlight made her very happy. Above all she had become green and, even if she still hadn't leaves or flowers, since all the process started her body had undergone so many changes that she believed it was just a matter of time.

Mateson approached her chest and used his trusty water soaked sponge to wipe clean it from the omnipresent dense coating of cum. Then, he placed the tweezers points dead center on her right nipple and began to push. The pore that had appeared when the nipples first started growing had become a veritable small hole, and the tweezers slipped inside once Mateson wormed a bit the metal tool.

Rose couldn't quite describe the sensation that the tweezers were eliciting inside her nipple. It wasn't painful, nor pleasant, but something hovering in-between. Definitely another interesting feeling to add to her ever growing catalogue of aches and pleasures and something to look for in the future. Once he was deep enough, Mateson released his grip on the tweezers, allowing the points to separate and forcing the small opening even wider, making Rose yelp in surprise.

The scientist then looked closer and a smile formed in his face.

"I see it's progressing well" he said, taking a hand mirror from a nearby tray and placing it so Rose could see it too.

"What is that?" she said, angling her head to see better.

Deep inside the hole, the tweezers had exposed something shiny, red and blunt tipped. She couldn't imagine what that red thing that nested inside her breast was, but before she could ask Mateson, the hole filled with a clear golden liquid that pooled into a drop at the very tip of the nipple.

The scientist scooped with his index the small amount of that mysterious liquid and tasted it with a look of satisfaction plastered on his face. Rose was bewildered by what was flowing from her undeveloped flat chest and, when Mateson re-coated his finger with the stuff and presented it to her mouth, she sucked it without thinking.

"Tastes sweet!" she said with admiration, barely remembering the last time something sweet had graced her palate.

"Indeed it is. This fluid will lubricate your nipple when it births that red thing you have seen, and its twin" he said while extracting the tweezers and repeating the operation on her left nipple.

"But what are they? You haven't told me yet" she pouted.

"All in good time. Remember that I promised you I wouldn't spoil the surprise?" he answered, as a fresh dollop formed on her now unblocked teat.

Once both nipples were dripping the golden liquid, Mateson did something that heavily amused little Rose. He latched on her right nipple and began sucking the sweet nectar as if he was a baby drinking milk from his mother. She felt the release of a source of internal pressure she hadn't noticed before, and sighed with satisfaction.

During a blissful moment, Rose felt like a mother feeding his child. She reminded how her own mom had always been available for her children whenever they felt like drinking milk, back in the nursery. Her oversized breasts, almost as big as her children were, always had one child or another latched into the teats, eagerly drinking the sweet white liquid.

Mateson finished draining her right nipple and repeated the operation with the left one. Once he had done both, he dove straight for her lips and kissed passionately the little girl. As their syrup coated tongues coiled and uncoiled in the dance of love, she thought that her new life couldn't be better.

DAY 40

From the day Mateson had unblocked her nipples, that sweet nectar hadn't stopped flowing. The constant trickle formed a pair of sticky paths that run straight to her hips and then dripped into the soil, diluting the perpetual cum coating on their way. From the distance it looked like she was dressed with a white t-shirt decorated with two vertical golden lines.

Every day, Mateson or William took a small sound and scraped the inside of her nipples, unblocking the tubes from the dried syrup that had accumulated during the night. Then, they relieved the girl from the excess liquid with obvious gusto, much to her chagrin at seeing the traditional roles of adult and child reversed.

The range of activities they indulged in was slowly expanding. However, both scientists always managed to find time for their pretty test subject, and playing with her ever growing clit, coating her on a fresh layer of cum or stretching her urethra never was out of their schedule.

Rose was, in fact, savouring the last load that Mateson had deposited inside her mouth when he saw William entering the greenhouse carrying an enormous bag. He closed on her place and with a loud "thud" dropped the bag to the floor, straightening while he massaged his kidneys.

"That bag weighted a ton! I must be getting old" he winked at her.

"What's inside?" she asked candidly.

"Oh, just plain ol' fertilizer for your roots, Rose. Nothing exciting this time, sorry" he apologized.

She was a bit disappointed, but the fun never really ended in the greenhouse and she was sure both of them would come with a surprising new experiment to try on her sooner or later.

William opened the bag and went for some gardening tools. Fortunately, the plant required little maintenance, and most of the nutrients needed soaked the soil regularly through the tubes connected to the pot. However, from time to time, it was necessary to renew the soil and add some substances that could not be delivered through water. It was, in fact, the first time such an operation had been performed, so Rose felt curious about it.

The foul odour of the fertilizer slowly started to fill the greenhouse. It was an earthy smell, deep and acrid, that remembered Rose of the diaper changing time, back at the nursery. That daily activity was so distant that it now seemed to have happened to a different girl. Unexpectedly, the stench stirred her bowels, and reminded her of a need she hadn't experienced since she had been planted there. She was suddenly hungry.

She didn't know what to think. How could that manure smell so appetizing? Fertilizer was food for plants after all, people didn't eat that. Immediately it dawned on her, it was so obvious that she would have slapped her forehead if she had retained the use of her hands. She was not human anymore, as the doctors insisted time after time, she was now a plant. When William returned with his tools and began to work with the dirt of her pot she didn't hesitate asking.

"Can I have some of that?" she said, looking at the opened bag "I'm suddenly very hungry"

William looked at her in a stunned silence for a moment. Then he nodded with his head.

"Sure, sweetheart. Let me finish this and I 'll let you try some"

William wasn't really shocked about Rose asking for fertilizer. He had been surprised that it had happened so soon. That could only meant that the process was more advanced than what Mateson and him had estimated. A good sign and an indicator that the specimen was of prime quality. Of course, her new needs, triggered by the appendage nesting in her stomach, opened a new batch of exciting activities that he had enjoyed very much with past test subjects.

Once he had finished renewing the soil that supported Rose's vegetable symbiont, he used a hoe as a spoon and scooped a small amount of the earthy substance from the bag, presenting it to the child. Rose licked the brown heap and chewed a little bit.

The taste was ten times worse than the smell, it flooded her mouth and nostrils and made her light headed. It was positively awful and stinky, and she liked it. She rolled the small amount through all the corners of her mouth, trying to extract as much flavour as possible from the fertilizer, pretty much the same she did with the wonderful semen.

William had observed her every reaction and, as soon as she swallowed that first sample, he moved the hoe closer to her lips. She opened her mouth wide and devoured all the contents of the gardening tool, a happy expression plastered on her face as she munched on the manure.

It was not perfect though, and she let William know.

"I like it very much, thank you!" she began "It's a shame it crunches so much on my teeth."

"Well, Rose, it's fertilizer after all. It needs to have soil mixed in"

"But it's so unpleasant" she protested, her teeth gritting with the little grains.

"Hmm" he started reflexively "I think the only way to avoid that is going straight to the source, before it has been mixed with dirt" he explained dutifully.

"The source?"

"Yes, you know what I'm talking about Rose, you are very intelligent. Where do fertilizer come from?" he asked.

"From poo?" she said, not very sure.

"Poo! Exactly! Very good, Rose" he congratulated her while stroking her inch long clitoris.

Rose felt very good with herself. Of course it was poo! how silly of her to not have thought about that sooner: the smell told it all.

"But how can I get poo? I haven't done it since I came here"

"Well, you have doctor Mateson and me" he said "I'm sure he will help you as well once I tell him"

"Really? Will you do that for me?" Rose yelled excitedly.

"Of course, darling, how could we refuse our precious plant girl?" he patted her head "In fact, I was going to go to the toilet soon. I have to dump a big one, do you want it instead?"

"Can I? For real?"

"Of course! let me fetch the stool"

He went to her backside to take his trusty stool that served him so well to skullfuck the little lady and secured it on front of her. The same way that his cock was level with her head whenever he climbed it put his asshole at the correct height. He dropped his pants and boxers and climbed the stool, this time presenting his asshole to her mouth instead of his cock.



It took a bit of manoeuvring to position himself correctly but, when he felt the tongue of the vivacious girl probing tentatively his ass, all the discomforts of his forced posture felt more than worth it. He spread his ass cheeks with his hands to give her better access, and saw doctor Mateson looking at them intently.

"Already?" was all he said.

"She is very precocious" William answered, moaning when he felt the tip of her tongue entering his puckered hole. No matter how many girls they experimented on, he never got tired of that.

"I wouldn't want to miss this for anything. Think she will want more once she is finished?"

"I'd bet on it, boss"

The stimulation of her wet, flexible tongue was too much for his sphincters to keep holding their cargo, so he relaxed and felt a big turd sliding down the chute.

Rose was delirious. Once she had taken the first licks, she became entranced by the musky aroma of his fresh shit. She dug into the hole trying to coax the tasty treat hidden inside, so she sucked and tongued and lavished his hole inside out as best as she could. Her efforts were soon rewarded when she felt something hard pushing against her tongue.

The fresh turd began his travel down and Rose opened her mouth as wide as possible to accept it into her waiting maws. When the tip touched her palate the foul flavour flooded all her taste buds and, closing her eyes, she felt how the slimy, thick turd began to slide effortlessly from his ass directly into her. The rope of crap wasn't as thick as their cocks, so she just relaxed her throat and let it flow continuously in an unbroken line straight to her stomach, closing her lips around it to better feel the texture of the log as it passed. Rose didn't dare to chew, she wanted it all and wasn't risking the turd breaking if she closed her mouth.

Mateson lost it when she kissed the turd and saw her throat bulging with its mass while she used her muscles to force its travel downwards. He was openly masturbating in front of the perverse scene, his eyes barely believing the pleasure he saw in the girl's face as she practically inhaled the fecal substance.

William's load was fairly substantial, but he finally finished dumping it and pinched his sphincter close. Rose took this as her cue to close her mouth around the tail of the shit snake and began chewing the morsel. Her teeth broke the soft material easily, aided by her copious salivation, and she enjoyed the bland texture a lot more than the grainy one of the manure. She kept munching the substance until her mouth was full of creamy shit, enjoying how the overwhelming taste and odour soaked her every fibre.

She only stopped when long ropes of cum launched from Mateson's cock landed straight on her face, covering her eyes and blinding her with the stinging bite of the semen. Looking at the older man through a veil of translucent white she smiled and dutifully swallowed the load, feeling how the tendril at her bowels writhed in response to the substance. Her plant symbiont celebrated the influx of nutritive material with a cascade of hormones that filled her brain with a satisfied languor.

"Can you give me some more? I'm still hungry" she said mischievously, her breath smelling like an open sewer.