Falquian 11-Aug-15 22:12 # 2454 Up to topDown to bottom
DAY 50

Having a sweet mouth eager to accept their daily excrements, both scientists discarded the use of toilets altogether to have their assholes lavished by her flexible wet tongue. Rose didn't even object to rinsing her mouth with their piss after every feeding of either cum or shit and soon, whenever they needed to relieve themselves of solid or liquid waste, they reached for the little strumpet.

Now that the plant was receiving additional nutrients daily, its growth accelerated exponentially, changing her body more and more, in overt as well as subtle ways. With her mouth doubling as a toilet, it was not long until Rose felt one of such alterations.

It happened some days after that first session, while she was trying to down a particularly long and thick turd from doctor Mateson. It was so long and consistent that the beginning had firmly lodged itself at the bottom of her oesophagus and the end protruded slightly past her open lips.

Rose was chewing dutifully to try to soften the dark brown mass, while at the same time working her throat muscles, in the same peristaltic motions that both men liked so much when she deepthroated them, to ease the passage of the massive log. The vibrations of the latest toy stuffed in her urethra reverberated through all her body, distracting her from feeling the change at first, but when the turd finally decided to continue sliding towards her stomach she definitely noticed it.

"Doctor, I think my teeth are loose" she said sending a waft of foul fumes towards Mateson.

"Let me take a look then" he answered, having just finished injecting the girl with one of the many substances needed for the experiment.

Being a pervert without limits, Mateson found her new smell quite erotic, and he opened her filthy mouth to take a look at her brown caked teeth. Using his index finger, he prodded here and there, confirming what the girl had just said.

"Indeed, they are loose" he said "I think it's better if we remove them now, lest you swallow one by accident"

"Why are they like that?" Rose asked, unable to resist her tongue from probing one loose tooth after another.

"The calcium of you body is being redirected to other purposes, and their roots are withering away"

She gazed at him with a look of incomprehension, but also complete faith, in his words. The reasons were unimportant to her, all she wanted was reassurance that everything was proceeding as it should.

"Don't worry, it's all according to plan" he calmed her "I'll go fetch the pliers and we will get rid of them right now!" he finished, patting her head and making her flash a smile that soon would be devoid of white.

The tool rack nearby had a pair of pliers suitable for the work. He wouldn't need to take special cautions, or even disinfect the area. Her immune system was pretty much impervious to infection by that point. Mateson could have slashed her skin open and stuff the wounds with shit and nothing would have happened. Her improved regenerative abilities would shut down any bleeding almost immediately and, in less than twelve hours, her gums would be whole again.

Armed with the chosen pliers, Mateson went to the bound girl and commanded her to held her mouth open as wide as possible. He grabbed her upper left incisive and moved the tooth back and forth.

The excruciating process didn't even make the girl flinch. Worse pains plagued all her body all the time, and she had learned to accept them into every fibre of her being. She was the very definition of a perfect masochist, pain and pleasure holding the exact same meaning to her.

Once he felt it was loosened enough, Mateson suddenly tugged downwards with more strength and the tooth left her mouth in a swift and smooth movement. True to his words, the brown stained root was corroded as if it had been dipped in a strong acid.

He left the tooth in a nearby tray and looked at the hole he had made. The orange sap that had replaced the girl's blood was flowing slowly, already hardening around the wound.

Satisfied everything had proceeded so smoothly, he grabbed the pliers again and chose another tooth to continue the operation. After extracting all the loose pieces, Rose's smile had turned into the toothless grin of the older people.

"You have done very well, Rose" he complimented her.

"Zude I haf" she answered in the accent that now would color her every word, making her giggle at the strangeness of it. It would take her a while to acclimate herself to her new voice, but Mateson knew that her young and pliable mind would soon learn to compensate for the difference until it was barely noticeable.

While the scientist used the vibrator to fuck relentlessly her peehole in reward for her bravery, making her cum again and again, she tried to keep her mouth open to see the results in the mirror, exposing the brown cave dotted with orange spots as much as possible, and probing each and every corner with her shitty tongue. Like everything else done to her, she approved of the new style.

DAY 60

The daily deepthroatings went on to become even more pleasurable for both men, as Rose learned to use her bare gums to massage their cocks on their way in and out of her throat. The loss of her teeth had increased slightly the diameter of her mouth, allowing her to more easily accept their penises, making it seem that she breathed in the meat rods rather than swallowing them.

All in all, her mouth and throat had become the perfect sex sleeve, a condom of flesh to wrap around their monstrous dongs, soft and tender through all its length. Just like a second cunt, as the first one was in permanent use.

Her urethra was also well on its way to accept their oversized cocks, although that didn't stop the scientists enjoying it as much as possible. Day by day, the girth and length of the vibrators was increased, forcing the girl's sphincter to the absolute limits of its elasticity.

In fact, the rubber dongs, having reached and surpassed the boundaries of even her improved tissues long ago, were already tearing the urethra, making dozens of small cuts here and there when the flesh gave way under the relentless assault. Her piss tube stung fiercely with the friction of the fuckings and the constant flow of acidic urine, but small wounds like those healed almost instantly, increasing the diameter of the muscle on every iteration.

The consequence was that her peehole was always on fire, and she loved every second of it, as it synchronized wonderfully with the sensations that radiated from her clit whenever she cummed.

As days went by, the vines kept slowly growing inside her. The one at her ass had traversed all the digestive tract and now coiled inside her stomach, poking its walls from time to time and therefore adding the constant need to puke to the constant need to poo. She would usually retch partially digested mouthfuls of runny shit, mixed with a healthy amount of piss, cum and traces of nipple syrup. However, her naked body was so filthy with layers of those very substances that neither her or the scientists bothered cleaning them. She even came to enjoy the taste of the bile mixed into the foul cocktail when it came the wrong way.

Both tendrils had increased their girth as well as their length, and now, little Rose wouldn't have had the least difficulty in passing a baby through both holes without dilating first. The plant had continued to consume her bones for calcium and other micro nutrients, and it had made her hips warp around the thick tendrils. Even her ass cheeks were now doughnut shaped, wrapping around the woody invader.

That particular day, doc Mateson had busied himself thoroughly examining her arms and legs. The lack of use and the invasion of the ever growing tendrils had painlessly consumed the muscle and bone, and now they were just withered husks, ghosts of their former shape.

"They will never be able to move again Rose, I fear" he explained "although this was an expected result of the experiment"

"Well, if I have grown accustomed to not feeling or seeing them, I don't see any difference in having or not having them" she nonchalantly said, her toothless accent barely noticeable by that day.

"Do you want me to remove them?" he asked.

"Why not? I can't even see my legs because of my belly" she said, looking lovely at her bizarrely pregnant belly and the dildo that merrily vibrated the length of her bladder, slowly suffusing her body in an orgasmic haze that would have turned an unaltered woman's mind into mush.

"Al right then, I will remove them asap" Mateson said cheerfully "William, prepare the saws and the rest of the surgical equipment. Do you want anaesthesia, darling?" he asked, turning again at her.

"Why?"

"Your limbs are already dead for all that is worth, but maybe you don't want to see the actual operation"

"Then no, I'm having too much fun right now to go to sleep!" she flashed a toothless grin at Mateson.

While the mad scientist wondered at how her mind had changed so much in such a short period of time, he and William prepared the tools for the operation that would render Rose into a living torso. It wasn't a difficult operation, given their state of colonization, it was more like cutting the limbs of a tree than the limbs of a human.



Rose watched with curiosity the development, fluttering her eyelashes madly to remove a drop of semen that threatened to obstruct her vision. Mateson and William tied her braided hair in a top bun and cleaned the caked layers of cum and shit around the hips and shoulders, just to see what they were doing, not because they needed sterility. They would begin with her left arm, and the curious child turned her head as much as she could so as to not miss any of the action.

Using a small electric circular saw, Mateson began making deeper and deeper cuts around her left arm, as close to the shoulder as possible. No blood flowed from the cuts while Rose saw her limb slowly detach from her body, just the thick amber sap that she first saw when her clitoris was circumcised.

It wasn't painful, as doc had said, but she still somehow felt the cold unyielding steel of the saw penetrating deeper and deeper into her arm. The inside wasn't just red muscle and white bone as she could have expected, it included a tangled mass of hardened root-like tendrils that intertwined between her human parts and oozed that already hardening sap.

When the scientists were almost done, William took a paring knife and peeled a circular patch from the skin that was still attached to her body and, as Mateson dislodged the rest of the arm with a slight crunching sound, he used that skin flap to cover the circular wound that marked the place where her arm had been. The sticky sap clung to the flap and kept it in place, sealing the borders and making it seem like she had never had that limb to begin with.

Rose felt immediately lighter, as one of the bounds that had kept her in that forced position had been removed, and congratulated herself on allowing the doctors to detach her useless limbs. She could hardly wait for the remaining appendages to be cut.

The operations went as smoothly as they expected. In less than an hour, Rose had been relieved of her old motor appendages and was now supported just by the incredibly thick tendrils that distorted her hips and ass so much. She was standing straight for the first time since she had arrived at the greenhouse, and she enjoyed the sensation.

Doc Mateson displayed her arms and legs atop a tray in front of her. She thought that she should be feeling something when seeing body parts that not an hour ago still belonged to her, but the almost woody appendages that resembled human limbs did not feel like hers, and she didn't experience regret or remorse over having lost them.

"Now you are truly your namesake" said Mateson with finality.