Plant Parasites- Controlled Pleasure

{{user}} couldn't help herself as curiosity got the better of them. Holding the twitching, squirming creature in their hand, they held it just away from one of their nipples, debating on whether to actually put it on there... only to yelp as the decision was made for them, tiny vines lurching forward and sinking themselves into their skin. Almost immediately they pulled at it, panicking, trying to get it to detach, but its grip was firm, latched too tightly around - and inside - of their nipple to pull it free.

The struggling quickly turned into moaning as the thing suckled hungrily against their chest, their breathing growing quicker as her tugging turned into massaging. Vies bit her lip, her breaths feeling rapid and sharp - here she was, lost in the middle of the forest, being rewarded for her impulsive curiosity already by strangely pleasant, yet alien sensations. She looked at the ground at the nest she'd accidentally discovered, where the forest floor was covered by these pulsing, star-like black creatures...or, were they plants? Their black glossy shine reminded her of latex, one thought leading into another until she had the sudden, perverse thought of picking one up and just... see what would happen if she put one on her body. But this definitely wasn't what she expected!

The powerful suction against her breast eventually brought her thoughts back to the present. She already had one stuck on, she thought, so might as well go for another. As she pulled another up off the forest floor, she couldn't help but admire it as she pulled it with considerable force, its vines eventually snapping reluctantly out from the ground. Turning it over, she gazed longingly at it, staring at its pink and green underside as the buds lining its interior writhed slowly, the singular tendril in the center wiggling wildly in the air, as if looking for a new hole to fill. She closed her eyes for a moment and let out a mewl, stopping to appreciate the feeling of the tendril on her chest currently doing the same against her breast. Searching and failing to find a new hole to burrow into, inadvertently stimulating her in the process.

Impatiently, she clenched her thighs together longingly as her breast was sucked tightly on again, her other bare breast growing jealous of the attention. If it was a hole it wanted...

She pressed the second one between her legs without a second thought.

Immediately her eyes rolled as the large tendril buried itself into its new home, diving deep into her walls as the petals of the thing wrapping around her waist. Her hips bucked as she stumbled forward, tripping and losing her balance as she dropped to her knees on the forest field. Why did it feel so good? She could feel more, tinier vines securing themselves, sinking into her rubbery flesh, filling her urethra, her anus, probing and prodding as they secured themselves on to her body just as tightly, if not tighter, than the first. Vies rubbed against it, tracing her claws along the pulsing creature now nestled between her legs, and looked down at it. Her eyes widened a bit in surprise at what she saw: it looked like the thing was moving, growing even! She watched as the black petals next to her vagina grew longer, flush to her hips as they wrapped around to meet the petals snaking their way up behind her tail. Her amazement only grew as she watched them meet, only to... melt together? Forming a band of sorts around her hips and between her legs, holding itself to her more securely.

She giggled, thinking they almost looked like a pair of panties, now. Living, squirming panties, embedded inside of her. Her eyes fluttered almost immediately afterwards as the tendril between her legs squirmed erratically, burrowing into her a bit more before stopping. She tugged at the band around her hips in a moment of panic, but it still seemed loose. And she was too horny to really want to take them off right now, anyway. In fact, it was about time to put the last one on her other breast, she thought, as she grabbed another of the tiny plants and stood up.

Or at least, tried to stand up! Her gaze shifted down to her legs, and she gasped as she realized she had fallen directly in the center of the nest, on top of countless of these... things! She cried out and kicked her legs a bit harder, feeling them grip and squirm, feeling the vines around her ankles, knees, and thighs... and before long, she managed to yank herself out, falling on her back into the nearby grass. A casual glance at her legs though revealed to her that she hadn't gotten out unscathed, her legs absolutely covered by the mysterious plants. She sighed, then moaned as the adrenaline wore off a bit, rubbing her legs together as the plant thing lapped at her slit and rear, suckling and groping at her breast, just enjoying them for a moment. She felt shifting on her legs before long, and as she looked down she gasped again as she watched the dozens of starfish plants on her legs slowly merge together, melting into one seamless, glossy black covering around her legs. Fuck, that felt nice. She couldn't help but rub her legs together just a little bit more, purring at the smooth sensation of her glossy black coating rubbing against itself, feeling almost frictionless as they did.

The teasing was nice. Really nice. But, she wanted to finish what she'd started first. Sighing, she stood up, balancing herself against a tree, and dramatically began moving the last one to her other breast, only to jump a bit as it latched out and pulled itself on, same as the first. Right, they do that, she remembered. And just like that, she was done, standing outside of the mysterious, alien like nest, with absolutely no idea what was currently teasing her so effectively.

She moaned, arching her back as she pressed against a tree. Fuck, they felt good, the way they squirmed and twitched against her, the way the tendrils writhed between her legs. She ground a bit against the trunk of the tree, angled in a convenient way that let her straddle it just a bit. Her nipples grew harder as they pressed against her breasts, harder, and harder, until....

pop!

She gasped and pressed her chest against the bark of the tree in shock: The tendrils that were writhing against each breast had found her nipples, and pushed inside of them! She grasped at her breasts with her claws, tugging at first, then rubbing, then moaning. Fuck. It felt good too, somehow. She twitched as the tendrils burrowed a bit deeper still, now in her ass, between her legs, and inside both of her breasts. And was that a pulse she felt? She squirmed a bit as she felt another pulse. But this felt different. Good, still, but different.

But it didn't feel good enough! She moaned impatiently, tugging at the things latched on to her as they tightened against her. The writhing and the squirming felt so nice, but now that the impulsive side of her mind was calming down, she realized these things probably didn't care, or would even know if, she came or not. Whatever she just put on herself, this was probably all it was going to do to her; just some nice, gentle teasing as it rubbed, and sucked, and writhed, and... huff! This wasn't getting her anywhere. She kicked her legs a bit experimentally, but even the makeshift thigh highs wouldn't budge, those too having taken root in her malleable rubber skin. Her claws rubbed against the one between her thighs desperately, trying to stimulate herself and get a much needed climax, but she couldn't feel her own touch through its glossy surface, the things just continuing to squirm and suck between her legs and on her breasts.

Vies sighed, already craving release that wouldn't come, feeling a bit stupid now as she mewled and rubbed her thighs together in frustration. Her claws absent mindedly fondled her breasts as she felt them pulse again, burrowing still deeper inside of her. At least she'd feel fuller as time passed? Maybe there was nothing wrong with just wearing them for awhile, while she looked for a way back out of the forest.

It had been a few hours now, and she was certain that it wasn't just her imagination: the pulsing was getting more frequent. Each one brought an intense pressure in her chest and between her legs, each time stronger than the last. Almost as if something - who knows what - was being pushed into her. She stopped, tugging at her collar frustration. The plant collar, specifically - she'd noticed a bit too late during her walk that the more time went on, the more of her body was covered by these things.

Not that it mattered. It was too tight now to even pull the glossy black layer of her new 'plant suit' - at least, that is what she thought it was - away from her skin. She could feel the vines writhing inside of her everywhere, too, their roots slowly growing longer and longer without stopping. She felt them in her neck and chest, in her arms, her claws, her hips and legs... even some on the outside, rubbing and caressing sensually against her bare skin, as if waiting their turn to take root inside of her next. Why were they so hard to take out now, compared to before, when they were in the ground?

She pulled still at the plant suits collar, grabbing at the starfish plant on her breast too, wearing a worried expression as she tugged at both places a bit harder. Vies held firm, holding her grip for a long while... before sighing and giving up again, once more not making progress. She thought back to earlier when she had pulled them up, and had to use considerable force to snap the vines from the ground. How deep did they go? And why wasn't she strong enough to tear them off herself now? Maybe they'd grown thicker in response to being removed earlier, she thought. Or, maybe, they were feeding from her. She shuddered, considering the possibilities.

Her thoughts didn't last long as the pulsing started up again. Gasping out loud, she began clawing at her chest as they quivered rhythmically into her, the tendrils embedded inside her and pumping away. It was definitely pushing something inside her! She tugged and writhed, bucking her hips wildly and clamping her thighs tightly together at the stimulation, both of her other holes feeling the same, intense sensation of having something large shoved into them repeatedly. If she had to guess... it was probably the things eggs, filling her breasts, rear, and slit. She felt tighter, somehow, in her breasts and stomach, the plant suit seeming to have been getting tighter around her as the hours pass, as if she was getting fuller. Every so often, she could even swear that she felt one of them squirm inside her.

After a few moments, Vies noticed the pulsing wasn't stopping this time. For once, she could savor it for more than a few moments, how good it felt, being stuffed and slowly, repeatedly filled. She clenched her walls tightly around the tendrils buried deeply in her, hips rocking as she walked aimlessly. They felt thicker than before, somehow, each pulse sending a shiver up her spine, getting her more and more excited. She let her tongue hang from her mouth, drooling, her claws kneading her breasts as they were both suckled and stuffed at the same time, just enjoying the feeling of a slow, maddeningly intense build-up of pleasure. Close... she was so close, fuck, it felt so good. Surely just a little more was all she needed to go over the edge.

After a few more moments of enjoyment, Vies grew impatient, and pulled her claws away from her breasts to try and finish herself off. Yet somehow, her arms felt weirdly... stiff? She looked at her claws, eyes glazed over, and noticed now those, too, were covered by the plant suit. It barely registered in her mind; she needed to cum, now. And so she moved her arms down. Her wrists lowered, down to her hips, almost touching between her legs... and stopped. She blinked twice. She definitely wasn't trying to stop moving her arms, and wanted nothing more than to rub herself to an orgasm after hours of relentless teasing, even if she knew it wouldn't work! She tried a bit harder, but her arm wouldn't move any closer, even after she yanked her shoulder, twisted her torso, and flexed her claws! It was as if the plant suit was keeping her from touching there, controlling her arms to serve its will. Did it have a mind of it's own? Vies whined in frustration, then relaxed her arm - and immediately, her suspicions were confirmed as her arms raised themselves back up, her claws beginning to knead at her breasts teasingly again without her input!

Panic was starting to set in again, her mind growing dizzy with a combination of fear and lust. How long had this been going on for? How long had she been influenced by these things, her body manipulated into doing what it wants? Had it maybe been learning from her horny actions, or was it something more sinister?

It then occurred to her that for the past hour or so, she had been wandering through the forest without thinking about where she was going. So she stopped - or at least, she tried to stop, realizing with a surprised squeak she actually couldn't stop, her legs being controlled by her glossy thigh highs too! Her hips rolled in frustration, her claws kneading on her breasts and somehow feeling better now, as if the suits control was growing stronger, expertly massaging them. She twisted and yanked her body about in an awkward fashion, alternating between trying to free her claws, and trying to slow her legs. Eventually she lurched powerfully forward - partly in heat, partly in desperation - and managed to bring her legs to a stop.

She could feel them strain as she stood, confirming her fears that she was being controlled, the things around her getting harder and harder to resist. Her thighs clenched together powerfully in resistance as the glistening thigh highs pushed, stroked, and pampered her still, her legs feeling like tense springs just waiting to resume motion. Eventually it was too much to hold completely still, so she settled on rubbing her glossy thigh highs against each other. As she did so, she couldn't help but bite her lip - the suits surface was so glossy, so perfectly smooth, that it slid frictionlessly against itself, sending an electric sensation down her spine. She could feel it with her claws kneading her breasts, too, as her eyes fluttered, her thighs shifting side to side into each other as she squirmed in place. Even her long, draconic tail rubbed against her in a way that felt so good, so smooth and slippery - the glowing, biolumescent green light tracing reflections on the glossy suits surface.

The longer she stood still, the more her mind became overwhelmed by the somehow still building pleasure coursing through her. Walking at first had been a distraction, and at some point without her noticing changed into being forced, the suit guiding her legs somewhere without her knowledge. The pulsing still hadn't stopped, and without the distraction of movement she could feel so much more as she squirmed; quivering in need as the plant suit stroked her, squeezed her, penetrated and squirmed inside of her. How hadn't it been enough yet? Her whining grew stronger, trying harder now to pull her claws from her breasts, and managing to do so for a moment. Only for her strength finally to give out, claws snapping back to her breasts and legs resuming their walk. It didn't matter anymore, she knew she was losing her fight for control. The pleasure was too great, too distracting and all consuming. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the building sensation between her legs, trying desperately to push past the edge and release. Constantly she was distracted by the stroking and squirming of the suit all over her body, the eggs and vines inside of her, and her bodies own traitorous movements. Every time she would whimper, whine, or moan, struggling a bit more before trying again. Maybe if she could release, she could steady her mind enough to think of a way out of this.

But no matter how much she squirmed, struggled, thrusted or fought, she couldn't cum. It was just barely not enough. And what was worse, was that she was hopelessly lost, her hijacked legs only leading her further into the forest, the trees growing thicker and the sunlight darker. If this kept up, it was only a matter of time before she was going to lose her mind, she thought.

If only she knew how right she was.

Vies thrashed her tail in wild frustration - the only part of her body still in her control.

Even that, though, she could feel slipping away. Soon, her mind would have no outlet, no release from the maddening pleasure she was forced to experience. The throbbing, stroking, and squirming around and in her body... it was constant, never ending, and somehow always building, higher, and higher, always on the edge of an impossible release, always somehow being forced to feel even more intense pleasure. She could feel the vines inside of her, changing her to make it impossible, altering her to make her more sensitive - too sensitive. She could feel her body move without her, its actions controlled by the plant hive she was now connected to. She could feel the new tendrils she had grown, and see the purple hue of her corrupted, changed eyes.

And she somehow knew this was only the very start of the pleasure she would be forced to endure.

Her walk had changed at some point, as the suit gained more control. No longer was she constantly squirming, twitching, and writhing - instead her walk was confident, intentional, and commanding. She could feel an intellect guiding her, controlling her, in the back of her mind. Something alien, incomprehensible, yet seductive. Her body was its puppet, to use as it saw fit. Yet her mind was mostly her own, prisoner in a body she could no longer influence, but which sent every touch, stroke, and thrust back into her mind, constantly making her feel more, and more, and more. Her tail curled around itself for the last time, to vent the pleasure however she could, before that, too, fell under the suits control. All she could do now was receive pleasure. She had lost.

She felt herself stop, and felt her ears perk at a sound she was too aroused to process. Her body stood, motionless, the plants aphrodisiac drooling down all over her as she felt her eyes shift, even her vision under the creatures control, looking along the horizon. The forest around her was silent as she observed the clearing, in sharp contrast to the inner turmoil she was no longer permitted to express.

Then, slowly, her body lowered itself down on the rock she was standing on. She felt herself smirking, as if it was enjoying its control over her, as she was forced to slowly, gently tease herself. Internally she only saw sparks, every touch now electric and mind shattering, her sense of touch amplified well beyond anything natural as she fell deep into bliss in the quiet forest. It took its time, her tongue licking her lips and gyrating against the rock sensually, yet casually, so far removed from the bursting need she actually felt. She could feel the expression on her face - it was enjoying this control over her, and driving the point home. She was a thrall now. A broodmother, who existed only to spread the hive. She would be broken, she would be used, she would be tormented with endless pleasure.

The gentle, slow teasing continued, for a time impossible to determine. Somehow she knew it would never grant her more than this, and yet somehow, she also knew that the longer she was trapped, the more intense it would feel. Nothing but pleasure, forever.

"Why hello there~" she heard herself say. Her mind was so far gone, she hadn't even noticed that someone had appeared in her vision. No doubt the same someone the plant hive had seen, and was waiting for. She felt her eyes studying them, and felt her body shift, putting itself on display as she continued to touch herself. She felt herself licking her maw, changing poses, trying to figure out how to seduce this person. Her mind was too far gone to notice much about what they even looked like.

"Do you like what you see~?" Vies felt herself whisper slowly. The person nodded their head nervously.

And then she felt it. An absolute explosion of pleasure between her legs, a crescendo on top a crescendo. It somehow simultaneously felt too little, and too much. Her mind broke, her thoughts shattered, walls falling around her inner self as it was flooded by the pleasure, her capacity to feel anything else vanishing as she laid a pod of the plant, pushing it out between her legs. Her body held it in her hands, and it opened in her palm, revealing a fleshy, thirsty interior.

"You should put one on..." she whispered, extending her arm out to the traveller. "It feels so good."