Falquian 11-Aug-15 22:13 # 2456 Up to topDown to bottom
DAY 90

Infected by the cheerfulness of Rose's reaction to her shit covering, they decided to let it stay like that, the same as they had done with the semen. The filth layer dried and crusted over time, giving it the appearance of proper tree bark, much to the child delight. As her "bark" flaked and peeled off, both madmen diverted some of the shit used to feed her to renew the coating that now mixed indistinguishably with her cum layer.

As for her urethra, the repeated brutal fuckings and the consequent sequences of tearing and healing, like ice expanding a rock, had moulded her urinary tract into a continuous tube of flesh, the sphincter that previously marked the frontier between urethra and bladder buried into the healed tissue, its length reaching past the diaphragm.

That morning, as Rose awoke, she felt a dull pressure inside her flat breasts that threatened to escalate into pain in the nearby future. The time was coming for whatever had grown inside her chest to come to the light, and she was eager to see them, whatever they were.

Pain was a welcomed lover to the little girl. Her vagina, ass and stomach had never truly stopped radiating sharp bursts through her body, or mitigated her constant pooping, peeing and puking needs. To her chemical addled and thoroughly trained brain, everything was one and the same, just part of what and who she was, a perfect test subject.

When Mateson entered the greenhouse that morning, the shit covered girl greeted him louder than usual.

"Doctor Mateson, I think it's happening now!"

"Already? Let's see"

Doc took a sponge and cleaned layer upon layer of dried crusty cum and shit until he could see both nipples poking through her green skin. Once he had scraped the plug of dried syrup that blocked the holes, he saw that they were gaping very slowly, contracting and expanding in barely noticeable pulses, remembering him of the labour contractions of the cervical ring. They were clearly trying to expel something, but at the sedate pace of plants, not the frantic one of humans. Even with the altered growth rate, the process would last at least until late evening.

"You are right, but it will take a long time until it's ready. I suggest that you enjoy it while it lasts" he said "meanwhile, William and I will prepare everything for that moment"

"Hooray!" she yelled "I can't wait to see what is it. Are you sure you won't tell me, doc?" she puppy eyed him again, a trick that almost always worked.

"You'll like it, child, believe me".

To prepare her for the rest of the day, Mateson and his assistant cleaned what remained of the girl's body from their effluences, and abstained from feeding her more cum, shit, piss or tit syrup, which frustrated her to no end. She could, however, see the body hidden under the perennial coat of filthy substances that covered her for the first time in a long while, so she decided to recap all the changes it had undergone to distract herself for a while.

Her skin was now a translucent dark green, the same hue as the tendrils that had so permeated her body. She could see underneath it the outline of the tangled mass of vines that criss-crossed her body from every conceivable direction.

Her misshapen belly, the result of the coils of her digestive tract being expanded by the tendrils, didn't let her see anything of her lower features, so big it had made her abdomen. In her tiny ten years old frame, it looked ridiculous and only the mirror allowed her to check what was below it.



She could still see the faint contour of her labia and her asshole around the invaders, but both orifices had become so big that almost occupied the whole of her hips. The flesh dividing them, the perineum and the lower parts of her labia and asshole, had long ago strangled and withered away between the cutting pressure of the growing twin trunks and now they were part of a single, continuous opening.

The only features that still marked a stark contrast on her cunny, were the big gaping hole that was her urethra, so wide that tennis balls could have been inserted with a bit of work, and the raw red sausage of her, now two inches long, clitoris. Over the weeks, the unhooded sex organ had grown considerably. It was constantly erect and throbbing, waiting with the same eagerness for the tender caress or the vicious slap of a human hand.

Even if the majority of that mass was lodged inside what had been her digestive tract, the smaller tendril had also been doing a number with her reproductive organs, transforming them to its purposes. The last internal scan she had seen of herself showed that her original entrails had been reduced to her slightly bloated uterus, the long stretchy bladder, stomach, lungs and her heart.

Looking closely at the digital picture, she could see that two tube-like appendices exited the sides of her uterus and climbed upwards her belly, ending in a flattened mass of spherical bulges that had replaced her budding breast tissue, too small to make an impression on her skin though, except from those topmost red "beans" she had seen lurking inside her nipples.

It seemed, though, that her lungs were the next organs in line, as they had begun to be colonized and would soon be lost to the green tide. Given that she didn't need to breath anymore, it didn't seem a great loss to her, although that advantage came with the side effect that she would be unable to speak, as Mateson had explained to her. Being a prized test subject, though, she knew she would be taken care of and wouldn't need to talk at all. Reflecting on her upcoming loss, she wondered for the umpteenth time how it would feel when she had been completely consumed by her plant.

When she finished inspecting her body, she decided to concentrate on the ongoing "birth" again. The pressure and her frustration kept increasing through the day, but both scientists avoided touching her so that she would not be distracted from that "once in a lifetime" moment.

The things that were inside her breasts grew even more, engorging her nipples and stretching her undeveloped chest into two pointy cones, putting tension on the holes, widening them bit by bit. A veritable deluge of syrup was also flowing from them, lubricating the passage, trying to aid the impossible task. That natural lube, though, did little to alleviate the pain, which kept increasing to a point that she began to cum just from the intensity.

Before that irresistible push, the nipples could do nothing but surrender, and slowly gave way to the round crimson beans that she had seen inside them, discolouring as their flesh grew thinner and thinner making the hole wider and wider to allow their passage.

The pressure became almost unbearable and Rose experienced the dichotomy of wanting the beans to finally exit her chest and hoping for that intense sensation to never end. Finally, the tips of the crimson beans began to poke past the flesh rings and then she understood at last that they were not beans at all, she was birthing blossoms.

As if it was jealous of those blossoms, the pine cone head of the tendril in her stomach decided to join the party too, and begun to grow upwards, spearing her cardias and filling to the point of overflow what remained of her digestive tract with the partially digested cocktail of shit, semen, piss and syrup.

Slowly, her oesophagus stretched around the tendril like if she was deepthroating William's cock in reverse and a column of that foul diarrhoea rose to fill the rest of the tube. When she tasted the unholy, delicious mixture at the back of her palate, Rose knew that she was approaching the last turning point in her short life.

It was late in the evening when the central, wider part of the bulbs crowned her nipples. The stark contrast between her overstretched nipples and the crimson blossoms looked very beautiful to her and, when the widest parts finally exited the holes, her nipples closed slowly, tenderly, behind them, enfolding the green stalks of the flowers soon to be, grateful of returning to something barely approximate to their original size.

She was literally beaming with pride. The pain had gone almost completely, and the petals were finally opening before her eyes. Both scientists approached her to witness the final stage of her procedure and Mateson stroked her head affectionately while the twin flowers slowly unfurled. Rose was crying with delight and barely paid attention to what Mateson was saying, but the entire event was being recorded for posterity, so he had to speak.

"Those flowers are the fruit of everything that has happened to you through the last three months, Rose. They bear some of your ovules, modified and transferred from your ovaries to the flower's. They will be pollinated from my own semen, and then the flower will transform into a fruit bearing the seeds that will continue the refinement process"

The tendril rising through what was left of her digestive tract was already obscenely bulging her throat, shutting her speech and making her gag painfully. She looked pleadingly at Mateson and he began to tenderly massage her neck in peristaltic upward motions to help its passage.

While the doctor squeezed her neck rhythmically, making her vomit a liquid shit discharge on each squeeze, she took a longing look at the twin red flowers that graced her flat chest. They were her own daughters, borne of the loving union between her plant and herself, and she was intent on burning their image in her memory. For the first time she regretted having no hands with which she could touch them, feel them, caress them.

Rose was soon gagging heavily, having no air with which cough the fresh discharges of brown diarrhoea that heralded the arrival of the tendril at her mouth. Tears flowing freely, unable to talk, she looked at William and Mateson one last time and then carefully arched her head backwards to let the growing stalk complete its travel through her body at long last. The pine cone head, much wider and greener than when it first entered her asshole, filled completely her mouth and, with a nasty, pitiful gurgle, forced the last remnants of gas to leave her body in a brown, creamy foam.

The bright green stalk, stained brown, finally emerged proudly past her lips, opening her jaw painfully, truly spitting her from end to end. She closed her lips tight around the four inches thick shaft, like she had done so many times before with both scientists' cocks, caressing the vine with a loving, perpetual kiss. The scarce remaining sludge, unable to go past her completely sealed mouth, overflowed through her nostrils and pooled around and inside her eyes, burning brown tears that marked the end of her ordeal.

"From now on, you will keep producing seeds for us, at least for some more years. Seeds that will grow to become plants like yours, seeds that will grace another girl like you" whispered Mateson to her ear "seeds that one day, will cure humanity of all its foolish ambitions".


Rose looked cross-eyed through the thin veil of diarrhoea at the thick stalk that kept growing past her mouth, gradually deflating her belly as it left her. Then, like its crimson sisters, it unfurled slowly into an array of lush green leaves, droplets of shitty liquid dripping on her face. The corners of Rose's overstretched lips curved slightly upwards in a satisfied smile and she closed her eyes for the last time, content and happy to have fulfilled her purpose in life.