Nature encounter

While travelling through the woods, you become disoriented. Your thoughts become harder to reach until you are unable to focus any longer. When you awaken, you’re by yourself. You became separated from your group, and to make matters worse, you are unable to recognise your surroundings. Thus, you set out to explore the area, fearful that you might be lost.

The section of the forest you are in is peculiarly dense, preventing you from seeing the sky. An eerie glow, seemingly coming from the trees, illuminates the surroundings. Numerous blossoms cover the ground, enlivening the space with their sweet scent. Your thoughts gradually grow confused. You lose track of your intended task; rather, you are drawn to the flowers, to admire them and perhaps even smell one. As you do so, your thoughts become empty.

You cross your eyes and surrender yourself to the forest. Or the will that inhabits it. Something else is with you, within you, talking to you. Mesmerised by the presence, you start walking to a destination it only knows. You feel the weight of your equipment and how it makes you slower, bulkier. It’s only natural to remove it, so to reach your destination faster. Before long, you are naked. The presence is happy, and so are you.

Vines creeps on your body, enveloping you in a barky embrace. You’d expect the experience to be coarse and rough, but the texture of the wood is unexpectedly smooth and flexible, effortlessly espousing your forms. The ends of the vines are oily and slick, prodding around your body in search of an acceptable entrance. They feel your mouth, inviting you to suck. They caress your cleft, and soon pressure the entrance of your taint. Then it begins, all at the same time. Penetrated, each hole filled and subject to a pumping motion. A vine is forcing its way down your throat. Another finds its way to the entrance of your womb, wriggling incessantly as if mapping the interior of your walls. The last one having for task to clean your intestines, you feel yourself being filled and emptied at the same time.

The world around you fades away as you become lost in the pleasure of the moment.

The pumping motion increase to a climax. Each vine releasing a torrent of thick nectar, almost syrup in consistence. Your belly inflate as your womb gets filled.

The vines lowers and gently lie you down on the ground. You stay there for a while, content.

You find yourself walking without purpose. The world shifts colours and shapes as if in a dream. You eventually come to a stop in front of an absurdly shaped flower. It is huge and spherical, with a big, rounded teat that is tempting to suck on. Sucking is what you do. A sweet, irresistible nectar pours down your throat, making you unable to stop. As you continue to indulge in the nectar, a sense of euphoria washes over you, filling you with a deep sense of contentment and peace. The world around you fades away as you become lost in the pleasure of the moment.

Unbeknownst to you, your body is starting to change. Your breasts are slowly increasing in volume. Not only does the nectar feeds and heal you, but part of it is transformed and stored within your chest. Soon, your chest overflow with milk.