Chapter 4

Country House

Chapter Four

When I came back to my senses this time, I simply felt amazing.

I blinked my eye. My head was laying on the cold floor of the conservatory, neck stretched out bonelessly limp. My cheek was resting in the still warm puddle of our spunk. I blinked again and focused. There, laying on the floor opposite me was Taylor's face, cyclopean eye watching me, a wide grin glowing on her face. I blushed and grinned nervously back.

Taylor peeled her face off the floor, leaned over to give me a peck on the cheek, smiled again, and then looked around. "Come on Molly, we still have to find your aunt..."

Sheepishly I lifted my own face off the floor, and together we began to pull ourselves along the floor, pushing ourselves finally into the centre of the conservatory. I think we didn't notice anything wrong because we didn't have noses and couldn't smell the salty tang of dcum or the floral cunty pollen which no doubt filled the room. But, in all honesty, it might have been negligence on our part as we spent the trip savouring the feeling of our massive pussy sliding along the floor and throwing shy little grins and glances at one another. Regardless, we simply didn't notice the little movements or the odd configurations of the botanical life until we saw what had happened to Aunt Janice.

I recall us both gasping when we finally spotted Aunt Janice: rooted in the heart of the garden was an obscene fusion of plant and woman. Instead of a head and neck, the creature's shoulders opened into a massive blossom of pink-red labial petals and a long phallic stamen what was coated in fuzzy yellow, pollenous pre. Below her flower, Aunt Janice's torso was green and fibrous looking, her shoulders smooth and armless and her legs fused into a stalk that was clearly rooted into the earth below. Her once small, studiously hidden breasts had swollen to large, spherical tits whose nipples leaked a steady drip of syrupy sap that dribbled down her body and stem. Where it touched the ground small, brightly coloured flowers grew and thrived. Her vagina had survived the fusion of her legs, becoming more vertical, and oddly puckered... resembling a sphincter.

I glanced at Taylor and she nodded, in a matter-of-fact way, once again all business. I took strength from that, and gathered my courage and cleared my throat. I wasn't sure if Aunt Janice could still sense sound or whether she retained enough of a mind to understand human speech. "Aunt Janice...."

Her flower twisted to face us, like a sunflower chasing the light. Plants rustled, and vines writhed around the garden.

"Molly," Taylor said with a little wonder, "look! Your aunt isn't just this plant-torso, she's the entire garden." I looked around and could tell Taylor was right. The entire garden had been transformed. All of the flowers had acquired genital aspects: pink labial petals in a dozen configurations with dick stamen quivering, or hanging clusters of blossoms resembling clits peaking out of clitoral hoods. Trees whose bark had become the same fibrous green as Aunt Janice's torso with leaves that writhed and twitched and which were heavy with phallic fruit. Long vines that ran along trestles and climbed trees and which hung with breasts that dribbled more nurturing sap. And smaller, nimble vine fronds that coiled and shook along the floor which ended with blunt penis glans shaped tips, but which I saw could flare open into a five-pointed, star shaped cunt orifice. I was speechless at the scope and size of Aunt Janice's transformation and new form.

I snapped back to myself as I felt a vine-tentacle-genital frond brush the stump of my truncated leg and wind itself along it's length. I whimpered as the vine caressed my thigh, and press gently against my petite, human labia. I began to pant, nervous and horny. I blushed realizing how much I wanted the vine inside of me, inside of us. I felt my pussy grow wet and open. "Taylor..."

And then suddenly more vines were upon us, wrapping our four arms, draped over our waist, our legs and necks. We struggled, but that only caused the vines to tighten. We were helplessly mired.

And then the first vine pressed gently, but relentlessly into my original pussy causing Taylor and I to cry out in pleasure. Other vines slithered out of the foliage to join in. A collection of vines slid inside of our giant ground cunt, massaging our cavernous interior. Other vines reared up over our "back", peeled open their cunt-orifices and and wrapped themselves around our six tit-cocks. One vine forced itself into Taylors mouth, who mumbled happily and began to greedily suck on it. I moaned and writhed at the combined feeling of penetration and being penetrated. Our cock-ram pushed itself out of its sheath, bobbing with our pulse. I gasped and screeched and we bucked in our bonds until I felt our cunts spasm in orgasm and our cocks erupt. Our ram-cock released another shower of cum. I hung exhausted in our cradle of vines.

Aunt Janice, meanwhile seemed to reach her own climax, her vines writhing wildly and her penis-stamen erupting in a gout of brilliant yellow pollen-spunk. Vines swung out and scooped up some pollen-spunk as well as some of our own puddle of sperm and delivered the two kinds of cum to Aunt Janice's central blossom, penetrating deep into her face pussy. Aunt Janice writhed in apparent pleasure at the sensation.

Captive, Taylor and I could do nothing but watch as Aunt Janice’s abdomen gradually swelled while the sap dripping from her nipples became a stream. Her bulging, pregnant looking stomach clenched, and her original vagina spewed a cascade of fluid. The sphincter like vaginal opening dilated and a fist-sized bulb was expelled at the end of a slender, pink vine-tentacle that snaked out of her vagina. The tip of the bulb had a barbed, sharp spine that the tentacle pointed directly at me. Other tentacles rose up and, vice-like, pinned my head in position while the bulb-tentacle lunged at me. "Molly!" cried Taylor in fear.

And suddenly my scalp, just above my right ear, was punctured by a sharp pain. I was paralyzed with fear as I felt tentacles burrow out from the bulb under my skin, under my scalp, cheek, and neck. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the pink tentacle detach from the bulb and wither, leaving the bulb rooted in the side of my head. I whimpered in fear as the foreign object drilled into my skull.

Aunt Janice's tentacles released us and crept away. Taylor, freed, swung her face around too examine the bulb closely, while I brought a hand up to touch it. No sooner did my finger brush the bulb than I felt (!) it split open and unfurl it's contents. Taylor's eye widened in surprise, and I saw reflected in her pupil that the bulb had opened to reveal a labia-petalled pussy-flower with a dick-stamen was growing out of my head. Taylor examined it closely and snaked out her long tongue to give it a lick. We both gasped at the sexual sensation.

"It tastes sweet and salty," Taylor announced. "And it is beautiful. It suits you." She smiled. I blushed in pleasure. "But now isn't the time. Molly, we have to find who is doing this and stop them before anyone else is changed like your Aunt... like us."

"You're right," I replied, "but what can we do about it? I'm not sure we will be much use in an investigation or a pursuit."

Taylor grinned. "Ah, my dear Molly, I think I know just who did this."

"You do!?"

"Yes, and we have to go to tell your father!"

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With Aunt Janice seemingly sated, we managed to slowly slither ourselves out from the embrace of the garden. It took some considerable effort to navigate the house, particularly stairs, but we eventually managed to drag/glide ourselves to my father’s study. Taylor gave me a glance that said follow my lead and we pushed the door open. Taylor, using all of our arms gave us a great heave and sent us gliding into the office.

My father started in surprise and stood, a look of shock on his face. "Molly...."

"I know it was you!" Boomed Taylor. "I know you did this Mr. Rycroft!"

I gasped and so did my father.

Taylor continued. "You're a transformation fetishist, aren't you Mr. Rycroft? You talked your wife into taking an extreme transformation and that satisfied your needs for a while, but lately you've felt your need growing. And then you found out your lover Annikah was planning to run off with her friend Candy, so you decided to transform them to fuel your fetish and keep them here as your dependent lovers!"

My father stammered.

"And then there was your sister-in-law, who clearly blames you for what happened to your wife and doesn't approve of your perversions. She has been a thorn in your side for years. It was a simple thing to transform her too, to make her into an inarticulate garden of love to please you and no longer get in your way!" Taylor gestured at our body with her hands and fondled our giant front breasts. "You just didn't expect their to be collateral damage, did you Mr. Rycroft?" She purred. "Do you like what you see?" Taylor swung her neck over and licked my cheek, all the while watching my father with her eye.

My father looked at us in mute horror but also... and it sickened me a little to recognize it, a certain amount of lust. Maybe he was guilty, maybe my father was a rampant transformist. Maybe we had been transformed as part of some sick, incestuous fantasy. Tears beaded in my eye as I felt a deep and distinct sense of betrayal.

"How could you!?" I shrieked.

My father, tears in his own eyes, looked at us and tried to speak...

But then loyal Bentley, the butler burst into the room. "Sir!" he cried, "You better come quick! Something has happened to Hayley! She's been transformed!"

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Chapter 5