3 comments/ 6535 views/ 6 favorites The Forest Claims All By: june9theveryday Victoria stretched her arms and yawned idly, the cool Atlantic breeze ruffling her dress. The deep forest, something she'd never seen in England, rustled and quaked. Their Virginian song had played since they day they'd come ashore, and she hoped it'd never end. She traced a circle in the loamy soil, swinging the basket as she leaned against the thick trunk of the hastily erected wall surrounding the village. A pair of hands dug into her sides, and her assailant shouted as Victoria yelped and spun around. Her friend, Martha, held a hand over her mouth, as she shook with mirth. "For shame, Martha, you scared me!" Victoria gasped, hand clutching her bosom. The younger woman tried in vain to collect herself, and was still giggling when she had retrieved her basket from her hiding place. "My apologies, dear Victoria. I couldn't restrain myself," she said, her dark locks bouncing as she bowed her head in a curtsy. Victoria huffed. "We can talk on the way there, Martha, but we don't have much time before dark. Besides, I'd like to get the pies done before supper is served." "Then we ought to move with haste," her friend replied. The two began down the trail and into the woods. Really, the whole town was in the woods, but enough area had been cleared out to make a distinctive treeline. The girls' dresses would be relatively safe, so long as they stayed on the well-worn path to the orchards. On either side, however, any number of branches or saplings could snag the thin material of their clothes, and made outings such as this somewhat hazardous. As such, Victoria and Martha didn't really talk much at all. However, Martha, somewhat more experienced at avoiding the forest's seemingly innocuous traps, found her eyes wandering towards her friend more than once. She had a fondness for the feminine shape, particularly that of her childhood friend. She had eventually discovered that she preferred the womanly body and mind over that of a man. It was a secret she hid deeply, for fear of reaction of the townspeople, let alone her father. But, when they were in private, she would let her eyes roam the shapely form of her friend. Victoria was tall, even more so than a few of the men, but it wasn't enough to make her freakish in the eyes of the others. Quite the opposite, in fact. With her lush lips, deep, thoughtful eyes, pale skin, and, erm... abundant hips, she had the privilege of being able to safely reject an eager man's offer of courtship. Martha was not particularly displeased with this, seeing as it allowed her to spend much more time with her, though she knew it to be somewhat selfish. Martha herself was not nearly as luscious a woman as Victoria but she could still stand out in a crowd. She had a pleasant face, one that beckoned people to her. She had a bright personality, somewhat too outgoing in her father's opinion. Her father's disdain towards the "immoral tendencies" of the village men and her mother's very prim nature kept all but the most determined young man away from her. Not that many didn't think about it. The men, especially Nicholas, that dog of a man, would let their gaze linger on her curvaceous torso an indecent amount of time. It was one of the few things in which she had Victoria beat. She had spied the girl exiting the bath once, and was surprised to see that she was, in fact, larger around the chest than the woman she admired. Still, she felt so hopeless, whenever she remembered the night when Victoria had shown her what she looked like wearing a corset. How she looked in a real dress, with a lovely white gown that hung far down on her breasts, exposing so much of the top her round, soft skin like a lady from England. Victoria's breasts looked so precious, their gentle swells over the top of the corset divided by ample cleavage, brought to attention by the corset. She remembered how hard it was to not reach out and free them, to pull herself against them, and to take Victoria, right there... Martha felt a chill run up the length of back, the small hairs of her neck rising as her skin became covered in goose-bumps. She resisted the urge to shudder. "Do you ever think about the dance?" she asked, trying to replace her lewd thoughts with idle conversation. Victoria gave a surprisingly un-ladylike snort. "Unfortunately, yes. If we ever have one again, I'll inform the rest of the women to avoid Colin, should they value the bones in their toes. My feet still smart just thinking about the ordeal." Martha smiled. "Was he really that bad? Aren't all men clumsy around a proper lady?" Victoria blushed, thankful that Martha couldn't see her. "I suppose most are." She turned and said aloof, "Perhaps the men were just too scared to ask you for the pleasure of a dance? It would certainly explain why you remained on the side the entire time..." Martha looked aghast, mock horror staining her features. "I'll have you know William and I danced the entire time, thank you. It was quite the wonderful experience." The taller girl gave a vague, unconvinced sound. "Do you fancy him?" Martha, her eyes fixed on her companions golden hair, tucked into an enviably fancy bun, replied without thinking. "Of course not. I don't like men." As soon as the words left her mouth, her eyes shot wide, and she clapped her free hand over her lips. To her relief, Victoria didn't show any reaction to her words. "I don't blame you. But, hopefully, the right one will come along some day. We'll just have to wait," Victoria said thoughtfully, giving a small sigh as she finished. Martha's heart resumed its weak pulsing. Had Victoria misinterpreted her meaning? Had she really been so lucky, or would the blonde beauty see through her naivety and realize Martha's secret? Or, perhaps, she did know what Martha had really said! Maybe she already knew! And if she hadn't reacted in fear or anger, did that mean she accepted Martha's freakish nature? And, if she did, what did she mean by "we'll just have to wait?" Could Victoria fancy her as well? No, that didn't make sense in context, she was looking too deep into her words. Martha bit her lip thought, stepping over a large stone on the path, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up, to see a still Victoria pointing into the deeper shrubbery. "Look!" she whispered. Martha traced the line of her arm and finger, until she could see the stranger. She stared wide-eyed at the woman slowly making her way through the forest. She was a savage, an "Indian" woman. Martha had only ever seen their men, and that was many years ago. She was perplexed at the woman's appearance and manner. The woman, she realized after a moment, was naked. Heavy breasts swung as she moved, rivers of white running down their curved underside and down her flat belly. She walked strangely, somewhat shakily, through the forest, her arms hung limp at her sides, barely moving as she strode through the forest. It gave the impression that she'd been thoroughly loved to somewhat recently. The woman's hair was exquisite. It ran the entire length of her body, great waves of black beauty drifting around her ankles. She walked barefooted, her olive skin gracing the fallen leaves that carpeted the forest floor. Her hips swayed from side to side in a lulling repetition. She was Venus, a goddess of beauty. Martha could almost feel herself... moisten. She shuddered. "What is she doing? Why is she out here, alone?" Victoria asked worriedly. Martha struggled to focus, a cloud beginning to shadow her thoughts. "Could she be mad? Or possessed?" Martha croaked, her voice suddenly hoarse, in fear, or perhaps another quite strong emotion... Victoria shook her head. "I don't know, and I'd rather not find out. We should go back to the town; if an Indian woman is here, there surely are Indian men around as well. Perhaps she is bait for ill-meaning workers." "No!" Martha lurched in surprise, grasping the folds of Victoria's dress. She felt an unnatural pull to the woman. She had to follow her, and if she didn't, she'd regret it as long as she lived. "We need to go follow her. What if... what if she tries to set fire to the orchard?" She groaned inwardly at the ludicrous nature of her rationality. Victoria's stunning face drew into a look of confusion. Martha swallowed, trying to wet her suddenly dry throat. "I'm just saying we should make sure that she doesn't make trouble." Martha pleaded with her face, the urge to move growing stronger as the woman moved farther and farther away from them. Victoria looked torn. "She's headed through the orchard, but she'll end up in Indian territory. If we're not careful, we might stumble into it as well," she reasoned, her legs crossing as she began to submit to the image of the nude woman that fixed itself in her mind. Martha shook her head violently, hair loosening itself from its carefully arranged pattern. "We'll be careful; I know the area like the back of my hand!" They both knew the danger that trespassing the Indian land posed, and she knew the strangeness of the being they'd just witnessed. And yet, Victoria couldn't help but nod her assent. Victoria felt oddly detached from herself as she went strode off the path. They followed the woman, close behind. She could smell her scent, a torrid, rich aroma. The material of her undergarments began to feel less soft and loose, and more tight, itchy, and painful. They never saw the orchard. Victoria couldn't explain why; they'd gone right to where it should've been. Martha was too busy drinking in the indecent sight in front of her. The woman didn't even acknowledge their presence, even though they made no effort to conceal their pursuit. As they followed, they quickened, and as they moved faster, so did the rate at which they lost control. Time and motion began to blur to the women, their arousal seizing their minds. They crossed a stream, making no effort to find a bridge or dry path. Water rushed over their feet, and their damp dresses began to pick up more and more dirt. Martha found herself pulling off her shoes and tearing at her dress. They were practically sprinting now to keep up with the dark-skinned woman as Nature swallowed them. Victoria saw Martha reach out and caress the woman's bare back, sliding lower and lower until she felt the warm surface of her bottom. She was losing herself, drawn further and further into her mind as she gave way to her id. Martha had already passed the point of no return. She made no effort to resist the ocean of lust that pushed at her mind. She found strength she didn't know she had, tearing the front of her dress apart. She longed to be as free and at ease with her natural form as the woman she followed. Her breasts swung free, her dress in pieces in the forest behind them. The trees, the bushes, the rocks, they all seemed to move to the side, clearing the way for the women as they moved faster and faster. Martha moaned as her hands roved across the Indian woman's backside, but she couldn't move fast enough to keep her hands on for very long. Martha cursed her inability to both pleasure herself and touch the woman as she ran. She cared no more for the danger of the Indian men. Let them come, let them cum, she thought. She wanted to be ran down, to be tied up, to be raped and used and pleasured. She wanted to grovel at their feet to grace her with their meat for the rest of her life. She would offer her body freely, and wished for this more than anything in her life. Along her would be Victoria, and when night fell, and the men were worn from a timeless orgy, she would fall into her lover's arms, and they would consummate their undying love. She would be Victoria's, and Victoria would be hers... As soon as their journey began, it ended. Victoria's clothing was in tatters, barely held onto her sweaty body. She was dimly aware that time had passed faster than it should have, as the moon hung high in the sky. She regarded the form of the pale woman beside her... Martha. Yes, it was Martha who had knelt in front of the dark-skinned woman. She had her mouth pressed against the woman's slit, her jaw moving and head bobbing. The woman ran a hand through Martha's hair, rocking her hips against a furious tongue. Martha was in bliss. She could not, would not stop herself. She felt her control slip completely, as her hand dug into the woman. She needed her, needed to feel her, to taste her, to have her. Her finger dug into the woman's anus, pushing the tight orifice apart to gain entry. Her tongue rubbed, pierced, and flicked. It was all motion she had never practiced, yet knew at some primal level. Her free hand pistoned in and out of her own dripping sex. She was lost in her lust, and her final thoughts were of ecstasy as her mind fractured. Victoria felt the chill. She knew that there was something powerful, something greater than she was, then anyone in the land. She could feel the whisper in her mind, her breasts, in the trees, the air, through the ground, and from the ocean. She still was strong enough to back away, to try to flee from the source. Yet, there was no origin. It came from the earth, the air, from her, from Martha... It was a voice of life. A command that echoed through her soul. The Indian woman broke away from a desperate Martha, who almost toppled as she felt the woman's hair run through her open fingers. She walked over to a small sapling in the middle of the clearing. It was so innocent, Victoria wouldn't have noticed it if she had passed it a thousand times. Except, the longer she examined it, the less it made sense. It was like an overgrown flower, a thick stem holding an enormous bulb high off the ground. It was such an unusual plant, and yet, it somehow seemed to slip out of view when she didn't watch carefully enough. Even in her sexual stupor, Victoria felt a hint of curiosity when the Indian woman knelt next to the plant. Her hair seemed to pool around her as she ran her hands up from the base of the flower to the bulb. Then, she opened her mouth, and swallowed the bulb. She did not bite, but merely held the plant in her mouth. After a moment, she began to push her head down, further and further down the flower, before leaning back and pulling it out. Victoria squinted. For a moment, it looked as if the plant's bulb had expanded. The Indian woman repeated the motion, swallowing the plant, fellating it to the base. A sudden movement caught her eye. As the Indian woman leaned forward, her waist lifted and turned upwards, to which an eager Martha crawled towards. The young woman attacked the goddess' rear, her tongue pushing past the boundaries of both her entrances. Victoria felt wet, and didn't try to stop the hand that slipped between her thighs. The Indian woman didn't take the flower out of her mouth. At first, Victoria had thought it was by choice. But as she saw the woman's cheeks bulge, she knew that the bulb had expanded too fast inside the woman's mouth, preventing her from removing the plant. The woman shuddered under Martha's administrations, bobbing on the thickening shaft of the flower. The bulb was not still, but expanding and contracting, pumping a sharp, potent fluid into her throat. The dark skinned woman moaned as the flower grew at a supernatural rate, the bulge of the flower bud pushing its way down her throat, audibly sliding between lush lips. Then, the ground erupted. Vines, coils, and branches pushed through the dirt. Roots ran over all the women's bodies, holding them fast. Victoria barely paid them any mind, she was too busy shaking from the ecstasy her digits were giving her. The Indian choked as she shoved the plant down, kissing the dirt as she swallowed the entirety of its bloated stem. The flower was growing still, new plant mass was shoved into the woman, filling her further and further. The woman had fulfilled her purpose, and it was time to decide her fate. The forest shook, the jury murmured. The women moaned in their hidden sanctuary, and Victoria took an involuntary step towards Martha and the Beauty. Martha was so frantic she could barely move, her tongue jerking across the woman's dark skin and privates and her hands unable to pleasure herself, they were so shaky. The Indian woman froze as a look of contented pleasure spread across her features. The vines and roots yanked Martha back, holding her high in the air as her head lolled and her mouth drooled. Her legs kicked slightly as a vine, almost as big as Victoria's fist, slammed into her gaping sex. Victoria could see its impressive girth straining against the skin of Martha's belly. A few feet away, the Indian woman had also been lifted off her feet as the plant grew a rigid. From between her round cheeks, a bulb pushed its way out, straining the skin massively as it exited. With a shock, Victoria realized the plant had made its way through her entire body. The bulb opened, the petals growing and reaching for their opposite pair from the base of the plant, near the woman's gaping mouth. Even as her skin was covered in the pulpy flesh of the plant, she used her hands to move herself up and down the pole she was speared on, her breasts leaking milk and her unused slit spraying the plant with her girl-cum. The strange leaves of the plant met, melding and cocooning the woman inside as the bulb's flower erupted, a glorious pink display that filled the air with the scent of the hidden woman's hot and ravished body. Victoria turned to watch Martha, who had been set down gently by the mysterious vines. She stood motionless, swaying slightly as she smiled. Her stomach still was distended, a bulbous, writhing mass that made her moan with every movement it made. Victoria stared in disbelief as Martha squatted and angled her head upwards, something pushing its way out from between her bottom. Victoria thought at first she was defecating, before seeing the strange objects writhe and plunge into the earth. Roots. Martha slowly stood, the plant matter anchoring her to the ground as a thick stem pushed its way out of her bulging throat and into the sex-filled air. The roots turned a reddish color as Martha's veins turned green, her blood evacuated from her body to make way for more plant mass. The roots grew thick, as round as a tree, as Martha's stomach caved in, her insides deemed unnecessary and removed from her body. It expanded to perfect proportion, the skin flawless as it filled with yet more of the plant. The girl's arms, which had been trying in vain to reach her crotch, were forced out to her sides as the vines began to expand and explore her body. Bones were broken and removed, muscles were cut apart and thrown away. Martha shuddered as a vine ran up her spine and sank into her brain. Her heart was plant, her arms were plant, her legs was plant, and her mind was plant. The shape of her body began to fade, solidifying into a hard, green column. Her fingers and arms became her branches, reaching up and outwards into the air. Within minutes, the process was complete, and the girl was encased within the solid trunk. Victoria gave a surprised shriek as a vine was shoved into her throat. So lost in the spectacle, she hadn't noticed the green ropes approaching. She coughed as it slithered down her esophagus, coiling in her stomach and pushing through her intestines. It absorbed everything, her body being cleaned as she struggled and spazzed from the plant's molestation. The main stem branched off, feelers piercing and probing her body. Fluid and mass was pumped into her, changing Victoria both physically and mentally. What little fat she had left in her was removed, leaving her lean body ready for modification. Her chest bulged, a churning sound filling her ears as her breasts sunk and expanded. Her hips were left largely untouched, already being near-perfect in shape and volume. Her thin legs, rarely used for much exertion, were enhanced, stands of plant integrating themselves into her muscles, engineered to support them and enhance her physical capabilities. The snake-like appendages made minor corrections to her face, chemicals and biological agents working all the way down to the cellular level. Her body was perfected, designed to enthrall, pursue, and pleasure. The Forest Claims All After hours of careful reconstruction, the vines retreated from her mind. She was resting, being drugged throughout the ordeal for her own sake. The vines laid her naked body down gently onto the soil, and, with one motion, they sank into her body, coiling into the cavity where her stomach once was, reshaping themselves, waiting to be called upon. She awoke on the edge of the clearing to the sound of a cricket playing its nightly tune. The dull ache of her transformation made her wince as she arose from the ground. Replacing the pain was sudden liveliness, a power she hadn't possessed before. She felt stronger, better, superior to the feeble thing she'd been before. She relished the sense of energy she had in her limbs, and the sexual drive that coursed through her entirety. She could feel heavy footsteps in the forest, the sound of shouts and angry snarls. The forest spoke to her, whispering the words and movement of the men that searched for her and Martha. She could hear the hate, as they concocted stories of how the natives had captured them and performed unspeakable acts upon their bodies. The thought excited her. She had a purpose now, stronger than any misguided sense of self-preservation or morality she'd had before. Her destination, her target, her method, all were so clear in her mind. Victoria began her moonlit return to the village, silent and aware like a wolf on the hunt. Her new legs could hold her perfectly still, or ripple with strength to propel her through the forest faster than any horse could. But she had no need for haste. It was the beginning of a new life, and she had as much time as she would ever need. Her hair was the only cover for her bare body, swishing through the air and grazing her backside and calves. Her breasts swung heavily, laden with their new weight. She was voluptuousness defined; each tit was as big as a man's head, yet retained a youthful perk with their motherly weight. The gash between her legs was sopping wet, achingly awaiting relief. Her mouth parted slightly as she moved, testing the air. She had little need to breathe, let alone eat or drink. She had a newfound awareness of her body, and she knew that her stomach and the rest of her digestive system had either been altered or completely removed. Even parts of her mind and nervous system were gone or replaced. Yet, somehow, she moved with more grace and fluidity than she'd ever had before. It wasn't long before she saw the light of candles burning in the windows of her home. No person dared set foot out of their home, considering two of their women had seemingly been abducted. Victoria could feel the change in the ground, grimacing as it went from soft and natural to the hard-packed dirt, made clay-like after so many people trampled the earth during their daily work. She approached her home, coming to stop in front of the door. She stopped, thinking of her situation. Some part of her still wanted to assess her situation, to form a plan before acting. But the new part of her mind held dominance. She would take and seduce naturally, though her skill in word craft would make her task easier. She turned the brass knob of the home, the surprisingly elaborate door swinging open on oiled hinges. The flames inside flickered as the cool air rushed into the room. She stepped in, closing the door and lowering the heavy wooden bar to lock it in place. Victoria turned as she heard hurried footsteps down the stairs. She moved forward, coming to stop in the middle of the room where the warmth of the crackling fire washed over her bare skin. A woman, her nightgown held in one hand as she descended the staircase, raced to get to her. As the woman saw her, her hands moved to cover her mouth as her face showed pure astonishment. "Victoria! What..." she trailed off, her eyes tracing the lines Victoria's curvaceous figure. The woman, blonde like her daughter, was still well within her youth, marrying at the ripe, young age of fourteen. Her husband, a young noble, had eventually won her love, though it had only been after they'd married and conceived. Victoria was truly her mother's daughter; blonde hair, once-blue eyes (now a vibrant green), and well-shaped hips. And, of course, Victoria had once been just as conservative and respectable as her mother. Now, however, she had little qualm with bedding the woman. "Did... did the natives... take you?" she asked hesitantly. She moved closer, a perfectly innocent act, though Victoria doubted the intentions behind it. Victoria straightened slightly, pushing her chest forward and parting her legs a fraction of an inch. Cocking her head, she gave a small smirk. "Oh, yes, Mother. They took me. They took me again and again." Victoria shivered and sighed contentedly as she spoke. "Martha too, though they favored me. She was quite envious, Mother, of how much they loved me." Victoria leaned forward slightly as she spoke, carefully measuring her movements. Her body, her beauty was slowly working on her mother, just as the Indian woman's had done to her and Martha. It was only a matter of time... "They didn't even take of our clothes," she said, shrugging as she continued, "well, at least they didn't the first time." She let her finger, a long, white digit, tracing a path down to her tight pussy. "They pounced on us from the tree line. They had no clothes, and were long and hard, longing for our virgin bodies. They held us by our wrists and dragged us to the ground. Then, they pushed our skirts up, planting their thick manhoods into our bodies." Victoria shook as she spun her tale. She laughed lightly. "We were so pleasured by their girth and skill, we couldn't scream! Why, Martha was humping the savage, so eager was she!" She cupped her breasts as she came closer to her mother, who had yet to move since she'd begun speaking. "When they'd... emptied themselves, they carried us back to the village. You see, they don't have as many women as they do men. Whenever they aren't out hunting, they're at home, fucking their wives and daughters." Victoria grinned as her mother flinched at her language. "We were quite the popular catch, such beautiful and willing little sluts," she continued. Victoria moaned as she continued her salacious story. "The older men came first, and what they lacked in vigor they made up in experience. It was dusk when we were first brought into the village, and well and dark by the time we were handed off to the younger men. They could barely hold themselves still long enough for us to get at them." Victoria licked her lips as she crept closer, only one or two feet away from her shaking mother. "We took them into our mouths first, savoring the flavor of the turgid penis. It was delicious, the mix of salty fluid and sweat rolling with the sweet spittle of our tongues. We cleaned them, each and every piece of hard cock we could get at." Victoria ran a hand over the shoulder of her mother's gown. "One of them came the moment his crown touched my lips. He tried to back away," Victoria chuckled, "but I held him tight, and sucked another load out of him." She let her eyelids droop as her hand ran down the front of the shorter woman's thinly covered body. "I can only assume I inherited my love of sex from you, Mother. Who knew that such a whore could pretend to be happy doing anything but servicing a long, hard, throbbing dick." Her mother's mouth opened in ecstasy and shock, and Victoria could smell her mother cum at her words. She began to unbutton the frozen woman's blouse. "Well, many hours passed. My dress had been ripped off my body, but the warmth of making love had fought away the cold night air. At one point, I had two men in my hands and one in each of my holes. Their sweaty bodies kept me quite comfortable, and I was just as warm on the inside, what with all the cum inside me. Hard as it is to believe, I think Martha was still enjoying herself more than I was." She pulled the dress off, exposing her mother to the warm air of their home. She let the dress hang from her mother's waist before crouching and pulling it down her legs, exposing the hidden jewel between the older woman's legs. She blew on it slightly as she stood, smiling when she saw her mother's skin crawled at the stimulus. She ran a hand over her mother's bare breasts, the same she'd once suckled on as a child. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against the motionless woman's. They parted easily, allowing her to cross her tongue with her mother's. She turned her head slightly, breathing out to fill her dazed victim's lungs with pheromones. She pushed a strong, smooth leg between her mother's thighs, gently pressing and rubbing her wet vulva. She pulled her head away a minute later, her mother leaning forward slightly as she receded. She sucked in her lips, swallowing the saliva they'd shared as a single strand connecting their mouths grew thinner and thinner. She smiled as she began to whisper. "Every time one would finish, I'd think it was over. A mix of relief and disappointment would wash over me. And then, another one would come, ready and excited for a full course and another round. And I'd oblige them, again and again and again until I couldn't measure the time in cock anymore. It became a blur of sex and sound and pleasure." She ran a hand through her mother's hair, pulling out the pins and letting it fall loose down her shoulders. "When they stopped, and pulled out of my body, I felt so empty. I felt like my whole life had been spent with a man inside me, and without it, something of me had been lost. I was desperate, trying to speak with moans to plead for them to rape me until I passed out or died. But, as I saw them continue to pleasure Martha, shoving their meat into her mouth so hard and fast it made her head rock and hair bounce, I realized why I felt incomplete. And so, I returned." Her mother was rocking on her feet, her body sweating in anticipation. "Why did you come back?" she murmured. Her eyes rolled backwards as Victoria's finger pushed into her folds. "To bring you to the natives, mother," Victoria cooed. She spoke in a hushed tone into the woman's ear, pulling her closer as she did so. "Aren't you excited, you little slut?" Victoria picked her mother off the ground, cradling the woman in her arms. Her mother reached for a massive breast, taking it into her mouth and feeding, just as Victoria had done when she was a child. Victoria moaned as she ascended the staircase, pushing the door to her parent's bedroom open and laying the woman down. Her mother laid down flat on the bed, panting quickly in excitement. Victoria draped herself on top of her mother, their chests pressing against each other as their mouths met once again. Victoria came on the bed, the pool of darkened fabric spreading as her mother added to the mix. Victoria took in her mother's scent. Her natural odor was clouded by her overactive sexual drive, but realistically, that would become part of who she was quite soon. Victoria was elated at how vigorous her mother was in their kissing, pressing their lips together firmly, and flicking tongues. She had an inkling that her mother, her kind and loving mom, had wanted to pursue more intimate activities long before Victoria had seduced her. But, as content as Victoria was to lie in this embrace forever, a greater call pushed her to act. The new part of her mind begged for action, natural action. Somewhere, somehow, they'd been led astray. It was time for her to show her mother what true familiar love meant. Victoria grunted as the plant mass where her stomach had once been stirred to life. She stood as it uncoiled and thickened. Her mother gasped the vine pushed its way out of Victoria's swollen pussy, squelching as the squishy material flooded with water and hardened. Victoria grunted as a shiver ran through her and a stream of white goop shot from her warm, fresh manhood. It splashed across her mother's neck and breasts, joined by two others as Victoria recovered from the transformation. Wordlessly, her mother fell forward, trying in vain to take in the foot long pole in front of her. She gagged, her eyes screwed up as her carefully arranged hair fell in sheets around her tear-streaked face. Victoria began to gyrate her hips in a steady rhythm, pleasure coursing through her like veins of fire. Pre-cum leaked copiously out of the older woman's mouth, a sloppy, wet sound filling the room. Victoria sped up her pace, her abdomen beginning to swell as her body worked its magic. Her mother's eyes rolled as her daughter face fucked her into oblivion. Long lines of fluid began to pool on the bed, joining with the dampness spreading from between the woman's legs. The moonlight streamed through the window, highlighting the perfect curves of the two females as they mated. Victoria's eyes widened as she froze, her cock twitching. All at once she pulled her mother's head to her, pressing the woman's face to her waist. The vine swelled and grew, pushing its way down into the woman's ravaged throat. The transformed girl moaned as her stomach pressed flat and a torrent of cum flooded into her mother's mouth, throat, and stomach. Her mother tried in vain to push away, before some switch in her mind was turned, and she instead gripped tighter and embraced her daughter, closing her lips to retain the thick fluid. Victoria pulled out, causing a bit of cum to escape from her mother's lips before she tightened them and swallowed with a bit of effort. The woman swayed and gasped, trying to regain her breath, when suddenly Victoria was there, cumming again. More fluid, an even greater amount than the first time was shot down the surprised woman's throat. The first stream mostly ended up running down her chin and onto the bed, but the blonde woman managed to swallow the rest. Victoria shook, her legs relying on the enhancements to stay firm. She bent over slightly, a pleasured grin spreading across her face as she continued to pump her mother full of her cum. She finally let go, her mother falling back, desperate for a moment's respite. As Victoria's cock met the air, it twitched again, a sizable spurt tracing a line across the sheets. The phallus sagged slightly as it steadily leaked the sticky white fluid before shooting out another larger jet. Victoria rolled her mother over, the woman's round belly sloshing under her. Victoria gripped her dick, wiping the head across her mother's bud, the area quickly covered in her cum. She used two fingers to open the small hole, aimed, and let off another glob into the opening. She used her hand to wipe it inside, lubricating the orifice. Her mother moaned in need and fear, but the predator residing in Victoria's mind paid no heed. She sunk her penis deep inside, ramming the hard meat as she filled her mother's ass with cum. She fucked; she laughed as she fucked and came all at once, the seed drowning her prick as it was forced either in or out of her prey. The older woman stared lifelessly at the bed, spunk occasionally rising up to her mouth as she rocked. Victoria puffed as she slammed into her mother's rear, her mind slipping as it barely clung to sanity. Victoria felt the unending river of ejaculate coursing through her cock, her insides working like bellows as her breasts bounced from her motions. She dug her hands into the sizable rump in front of her, kneading the flesh and grabbing it, claiming it as her own. This is what she wanted to do, what she should've done long ago. This is what everyone should be doing, always, whenever and wherever. Unending, rolling orgasms lit up her whole body as she experienced the most exquisite bliss. Victoria's own pussy was high from the sliding motion her dick made, rubbing against her folds as it sunk deeper into her mother's body. Then, all at once, she knew it was done. Victoria's stomach swelled one last time, making her look very pregnant, before collapsing, an obscene volume of cum blasted into the tight corridor of her mother's ass. The woman's rosebud puckered and quaked as Victoria withdrew, cream slipping out with each quiver. Victoria's dick continued to create a pool of white around her feet, the fluid oozing between the floorboards and gathering between the cracks and imperfections of the wood. She rolled her mother over the woman's ragged breaths the only sound in the room, save the splashing of jizz. Her mother's stomach slowly but surely shrunk as her body absorbed and digested the cum. She moaned, straining to lift her head to meet her daughter's heated stare. "Please," she wimpered, "please, I need you there, I need you so bad!" She writhed in sexual agony, desperate for satisfaction. "I know," Victoria replied. "Soon, you will have everything you ever needed, and much, much more." She pulled the woman to her feet, holding her upright as she struggled to stand. It was essential that she completed her induction in the forest, this much Victoria knew. The easiest way to get her there was the promise of sexual fulfillment. Victoria led her mother downstairs and into the night once more. The two nude figures slowly returned to the trees, not bothering to stick to any path. Victoria knew instinctively where to go, the plants parting and roots lazily brushing obstacles out of their way. Progress was slow, as her Victoria's mother staggered onward. Victoria noticed green life sprout wherever her shaft dripped, a long trail behind them that the woods soon swallowed again. Eventually, they came to the clearing. Victoria was surprised to see another woman there, kneeling over a flower. Victoria let her mother sit down as she slowly made her way over. As before, the woman instinctively swallowed the bud, gripping the stalk as she bobbed up and down. Victoria straddled the girl, piercing her from behind. A constant build up of desire kept her painfully aware, and every opportunity was one she would take. Within time, the bud expanded too far to be removed, and the girl sank to the ground, burying her nose in the earth as the plant grew inside of her. Victoria felt the bud against the head of her vine-dick, and withdrew with some reluctance. The flower sprouted as it exited the girl's body, the stalk wide enough to force the girl's jaws wide open. The stranger's red hair waved in the breeze as she was slowly encapsulated by petals and leaves. Victoria could pick up the girl's outline inside the fleshy cocoon that solidified around her. She felt the wind again, the trees rustled and argued with a quiet fervor. The stalk pulsed, and the girl inside froze and then went limp. Victoria cocked her head in curiosity. In a blink of an eye, the girl dissolved, a great rushing sound filling the cocoon as her entire body was converted to liquid. The stalk thickened as it strained to hold the weight, but it slowly bent over toward Victoria. Victoria felt rooted to the ground, though nothing truly anchored her. The flower came to rest in front of her face as the pistil grew forward and parted her lips. Victoria understood, and allowed the bright red stalk fill her mouth as it expanded to the limits of her mouth. It began to pump, a sweet, thick sap filling her mouth and body as the cocoon emptied itself into Victoria's body. The rushing sound filled her ears, her legs straining to support the weight. But this was her job, her calling as the little honeybee, to pollenate the forest as it demanded of her. When the flower was finished, it fell to the ground with a thud, the pistil sliding wetly out of her mouth. Victoria thoughtlessly turned to a tree, striding over to it swiftly, despite the immense weight she carried in her sagging belly. At first it seemed like a solid oak, unyielding and armored in bark. But as Victoria touched its surface, it yielded and gave way, parting to reveal a fleshy interior, unlike any tree she'd seen before. She gripped the sides of the tree, looking up and down. She realized she was holding Martha. Well, the tree that held her inside, somewhere, as she became something much more than she had been. Something much more than Victoria even, though her transformation had been much shorter than her friends would be. The Forest Claims All Victoria smiled, and slammed her penis into the tree, immediately beginning to fill it with the amber sap she'd consumed a moment ago. She heard a dull sound, akin to the gulping sound of someone swallowing large amounts of fluid, but more deep and powerful. The process was soon over, the pollination complete, though the majority of the fluid remained inside Victoria. She retreated, and the tree's bark covered the inner flesh once more. Victoria turned to another young tree, and repeated the process with all the trees closest to the clearing. Finally, she was empty, and sighed in content. She felt a mental tug, and turned to face something she'd not noticed before. The first Indian woman, who had remained in her pod until this point, also sagged and erupted into fluid, the conversion almost instant, an orgasm so powerful it killed her as she was turned into the amazing substance key to Their survival. Victoria smiled as she walked towards the flower, eager for what came next. She took the pistil into her mouth again. Thank you. Thank you for this life you've brought me to. For showing me the truth. Victoria swallowed, digesting the fluid as it rejuvenated her body and filled her with energy to last for the week. She consumed everything, perfectly metabolizing the woman and breathing new life into her body. When she finished, she stepped back, the pistil slipping out and falling to the ground. The plant withered and retreated, leaving nothing but the small stalk and flower bud remaining just as it had before. A pull to swallow the bud, to be so thoroughly filled and cum so perfectly and finally ran through her body for a brief moment, but it passed. With a wary glance at the unassuming plant, Victoria turned and returned to her mother just in time to see numerous vines retreat into her body. Victoria knelt next to her, the soft soil padding her knees as she traced the perfected woman's body. She kissed the woman, before crawling in between her legs. She parted her mother's trim folds, before sliding her hand inside the crevice. She slid her arm inside, before grasping her prize. She pulled back, a long, limp, completely phallic appendage exposed to the setting moon. Victoria cooed as she sucked the crown, coaxing the shaft to life. The owner of the rod began to shift and moan, and Victoria smiled around the turgid pole. She closed her lips as pre-cum filled her cheeks, throating the cock to the hilt. She began to bob up and down, her lips gliding across the shaft, across the glans, and back down. She deep throated it again, stretching out her tongue and penetrating the woman's rosebud. Her mother's eyes opened finally, and she smiled warmly as she saw who was servicing her. Victoria stood, her now three foot long dick dragging against the ground before retreating into her cleft. Victoria draped herself over her mother, kissing the woman again, tongues rolling over each other and interlocking, exploring each other's mouths with unrestrained lust. Eventually Victoria broke the kiss, slowly sliding down and arching her back, placing soft kisses down the front of the woman she was straddling. A peck on each nipple interrupted her progress, before she finally raised her head and waist. She angled her mother's thick member until the tip barely parted her labia. "I love you mother," Victoria exhaled. "Forever," the transformed woman replied. Victoria dropped herself onto the phallus, her moan echoing through the night. It went deep, far further in than she expected. She gasped, eyes widening in excitement and surprise. She braced herself against the ground, before lifting herself up, feeling with exquisite clarity every detail of the cock buried inside her. Every vein, swell, curve, and texture was there for pleasure. She slid down its length again, grinding against her mother's hips as they met once more. Warmth spread through her body, and she cried out in need and joy. She shook, bouncing wildly, secured and guided by the lance inside of her. She moaned, her voice cracking with each impact. Her mother's girth seemed filled her perfectly, completing her and sating the need she'd felt ever since her own change. She soon lacked the strength to support her-self upright, collapsing against her mother's body. Her mother met her half way, sitting up and using her thighs to bounce her daughter on her cock. She purred into Victoria's ear, her arms holding her fast and hands exploring her smooth back. Victoria shivered, her mind being lowered into the currents of the oceanic orgasms she'd but tasted earlier. Her mother likewise began to moan as her cock spurted inside Victoria's tight twat. Nothing leaked out, every ounce preserved inside the girl's mound. They sat there almost motionless as Victoria's mother filled her offspring to the brim. Victoria felt herself being let down gently onto the ground, before being once again fucked, her breasts swinging as her pussy was invaded. She was barely lucid, her only purpose to give her mother the pleasure she deserved. Even as more spunk was dumped into her, Victoria's body broke down the proteins and kept her stomach a reasonable size. Her mother's slick flesh was tantalizing, her body tense as her member filled Victoria's snatch, holding it wide open and taught. Eventually, the final surge of cum marked the end of her mother's crusade against her body and mind. The woman rolled to the side, her limp penis sliding out with a shlick and a pop. Victoria struggled to climb onto her mother, using what little strength was left in her muscles. She instinctively flooded her own phallus with fluid, causing it to stretch out and puncture her mother's bud once more. "Victoria," her mother said softly. "You're exhausted." Victoria shook her head. "I have... I want... to give you... the pleasure... you wanted. That... you... deserve," she panted, slowly sliding into her mother. She felt a hand remove her prick from its sheath, and her head guided to a swelling breast. "Rest," her mother quietly commanded, "and nurse." Victoria did so without complaint, her cock going limp once more, resting on top of her mother's. She suckled happily, the sap-like milk filling her belly with a pleasant warmth. She fell asleep soon enough, the sun not quite risen, but illuminating the horizon. When she awoke, Victoria slowly and silently lifted herself off her of her mother's lithe figure. Her alertness quickly returned to her, and the forest whispered to her. The sound of a woman, laughing as she conversed with no one in particular in the language of the natives. Victoria's eyes wandered over to the flower planted in the clearing. A sly smile spread across her face as the vine inside her twitched.