Chapter 3 - Plants Part 1

 Courtney bolted naked from the house, having seized her opportunity. Her pussy dripped from the liquids of the insects, and her body ran with the milk trickling from her oversized breasts. She was forced into an awkward run. Arms bent outwards as not to keep colliding with her boobs as they bounced. The cool night air felt tantalizing on her nipples and clit. Her body sensitive to feel when the wind changed direction.


Even the grass under her feet was slowly pushing her to orgasm, tickling her feet with every step. She was running into a forest, hoping to lose the insects. Not that it would be effective, given the clear trail of milk acting as breadcrumbs. No, that would not be the last time she saw them. The forest looked like a safe haven from the house. There would be bugs, but they wouldn’t try to breed her. She didn’t know where she would go from there, but anywhere was better than that basement.


It was almost night now. And even the start of the forest was somewhat dense. She had to move more carefully, sticks sharpened to points threatening to pierce her feet. Although her dangers were not all of pain. Even with the brushing of her nipple past a branch she came. It felt like someone had massaged her, warmed her up for hours before finally allowing her cum. And it had just barely managed to scrape it, to the point were there was no residue on her skin. For half a minute, she was unable to move, cum gushing down her thighs as she tried to move past the pleasure.


Finally, it wore off and she could move again. She was far more careful, moving slowly as to make sure that her breasts were as unbouncy as possible. An hour she traveled like this. In fear that she would be paralyzed and unable to stop the bugs. She wiped away the wetness traveling down her thighs, flicking it off into the woods before she continued. Even thinking about the bugs made her mind go white. The thought of her staying at the house, allowing them to use her as a bag of flesh made for breeding. Good for nothing but her holes. Constantly teased and pleasured, with no hope of escape.


Courtney half wondered why she didn’t do that. But something kept her going. Her determination renewed, she maneuvered her way through a small opening of branches with more care than a mother has for their spawn before stepping out into a clearing of a few feet. It looked like a path that people might travel on, if a little unused recently. Not caring one way or the other, she jogged down it. Leaves covered it, but aside from that it was fairly clear. No sticks or branches to worry about.


There was the tittering of bugs, which was almost comforting. They sounded nothing like the ones before. And while there were a few cobwebs, they were empty of spiders. Giant or regular sized ones. She was almost grinning. She was almost out of the woods. Metaphorically and literally. She felt like there would be an exit ahead, a way out and into civilization. An escape.
She slowed as she came to the exit. There was just one problem. A tree trunk. A massive one to be specific, blocking her path. No way over or around it. The trees were simply to dense for her to even push through. And after turning back to go the other way, she found the path absent. Just a wall of trees where she’d once been. Courtney tried to convince herself that it was simply her imagining things, but came to the only awful conclusion that she would be able to have.


She would have to go under the small space of the tree. Before her breasts had grown it would’ve been easy. She could just slide under. But now? Her pussy became wet just at the thought of the hard rubbed bark sliding against her nipples-- and even her clit if she was lucky. Paralyzed under the wood, trapped only by her own body. It would be a sort of hell.


That was her only choice. The trees felt even closer than they had been only moments before. So knowing what it entailed, she carefully sat and laid flat on her back. Closer to the ground, she saw that she could get under it. The question was how she would do it without rubbing anything important. Gingerly grabbing at her breasts, she held them to either side as flat as she could. That way, she could just barely make it through. Shimmying across the dirt with her butt to the ground and her hands on protective duty, she inched her way below the trunk. It was such a short opening, that she wasn’t even able to look up as she did it. She laid her head flat to the ground, watching the way she had come to make sure nothing was following her.
It was slow going, and certainly uncomfortable. Her arms splayed at a weird angle and unable to help her move. Dirt covering her back and legs. But she was halfway across. The trunk was sloping up.


She felt her pussy spasm. The pleasure hit her like a typhoon a moment later. Her worst fear realized as her jaw locked. Something had just pierced through her nipple. The one she couldn’t see. And whatever it had pierced it with was being moved around, twisted. Acting as if she was a toy.  She felt as if her teeth were going to crack when it started pulling on her nipple like a dog on a leash. Courtney was moving, pulled along by her nipple. Through sheer force of will, her fingers dug into the ground. She was anchored, if momentarily.


Unable to see her attacker, all Courtney could do was pull against it. The pleasure was overwhelming, but her fear was even greater. Her mind clearer now, she swatted wildly. The piercing left her nipple, and she scrambled, moving as a mad woman back the other way. But that only made matters worse, her nipples scraping across the bark and forcing her to endure a pleasure that could only compare to a thousand fingerings. Even still, she swatted at whatever she couldn’t see and it was working. After getting up, all she would have to do was push through the dense forest. It would be a sort of hell, but it was better than whatever awaited her on the other side.


Until she saw something slithering towards her. She stopped, afraid it was a snake. But snakes had mouths and eyes. This was just--


She moved faster towards it. It was still a little bit off, and if she was quick she could deal with it while standing. But haste makes waste as they say, and she was brushing her leaking nubs recklessly. Forcing her to grit her teeth in pleasure and feel her pussy soak the ground beneath her. Courtney had only a third of the trunk to go, but it was taking far longer than before. Her eyes fluttering for a split second, she lost track of the worm like bug. She stayed absolutely still, her breath fogging the night air with how hot she was. The bugs were quiet now, and she could hear something rustling leaves ‘below’ her. In other words, at her feet.


She kicked out, but that was her greatest mistake. The act of her kicking slightly raised her mound, touching her clit ever so slightly to the old wood. Rubbing it gently, like petting a kitten. But that slightest touch broke her.


Courtney’s back arched, only furthering the problem. She was locked in place. Her face pressed up against the trunk as the spasms forced her clit to mash itself into and onto the ridges. She felt like a fire hydrant with how much cum was pouring out of her. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Muscles worked so hard to be taught now having gone full circle and completely relaxed. Unfortunately for her, that did not include her thigh and leg muscles.


Minutes later, her legs unlocked and her butt fell into a pool of her own juices. She gasped for air, unable to move. Her entire body was sore after being involuntarily contracted and expanded. She was in so much pleasure that she felt like she floating out of her body, watching as the wormlike creature sauntered under the log and directly into her waiting muff. It was strange, looking down upon her body, the log invisible to her eye. She watched her body seizure, thousands of tiny furry bristles brushing against her entrance. Courtney felt herself drift. The pleasure was there, but it was happening to someone else.


She was free to watch as the giant caterpillar rolled around, scratching every possible surface of her cavity with its fur. Some might think she was out of cum, but that would be incorrect. It spurted erratically, dripping down into her gaping hole and acting as a lubricant. Her body was less her own, and more a vegetable. Her body moved, of course, but every time her back arched and her clit was pushed into the fallen tree, she felt herself disappearing a little bit more.
The caterpillar seemingly satisfied, it marched out, drenched in her love. Courtney felt herself returning somewhat, being drawn back to her body. But not before her empty form was yanked out from under the tree. As it was dragged her pussy and tits leaked, leaving their mark on the forest like some sort of bizarre graffiti, a murky neon green. She followed it instinctively, watching as her body was held up by vines. The moved to support her fully, wrapping around her legs, arms, and torso.


With surprising ease for a plant, it pulled apart her legs, revealing her dripping folds and throbbing clit. A few more vines descended, revealing her ass. She was fully on display to the forest. A vine as thick as her arm slowly lowered down to her, moving around as it had eyes on the front of it. Courtney could see her body drooling, waiting for it to plunge into her depths. But it didn’t, a flower sprouting along its length and blooming. Its petals fluttering in the wind as it approached her pussy.


Without warning, pierced her clit, the folds of the flower pressing against her urethra. Her body moaned of its own accord, beginning to tire. As if in direct response, a vine penetrated her mouth. Down to her stomach it went. Her own anatomy clear as day, Courtney watched as a liquid was emptied into her. Not sperm or eggs, but some sort of water. She felt herself drifting back into her body. And suddenly she was inside herself. The vine emptying a seemingly endless amount of life giving fluids into her, while her pussy was wrung like a cloth. The flower was relentless, and just as soon as it wracked her body with one piercing of its metal like stamen, another was pushed through.


Her eyes rolled back. She wasn’t even able to leave her body, forced to experience everything. Courtney couldn’t even scream. The best she could do was struggle against the vines, her energy renewed from the water in her belly. That was what she focused on until the vines moved. She was now upside down and could feel some of the water trickling out of her mouth. Normally her blood would rush to her head, but all of it was in her privates when the third piercing came.


With her entrance facing the sky, her head was craned upward by a helpful tentacle vine. The flower had engulfed her clit and was milking it, the stamens fully through and twisting her clit every time she moved. A few drops of cum landed on her eyes, but the plant quickly grew another flower to pick up the slack of the other, making sure that none of her juices would escape.


As she looked up at the starry night sky, two strange looking pitcher plants entered her view.
She was in for a long night.