Yor forger

The humid heat of the tropical rainforest hit your skin the moment you stepped out of the jeep. You had been on your honeymoon with Yor in this remote corner for three days, and that morning, you decided to venture beyond the campsite.

After walking together for a while, Yor stopped in front of a narrow path.

Yor: Darling... let me go that way for a moment. I want to see if I can find any exotic plants. You keep going along the other path and we’ll meet up further ahead, okay?

You parted ways. You walked along your path for several minutes until the silence began to feel too heavy. You decided to turn back and retrace your steps.

When you reached the spot where Yor was, you froze.

Yor was completely trapped.

Thick, living vines held her suspended against the trunk of a massive tree in a striking pose: arms raised and pinned back, legs spread and lifted, and her body arched forward. Her light blue top was stretched so tight it barely covered anything; her huge, heavy breasts spilled over the top and sides—round, firm, and glistening with sweat, with her nipples clearly defined beneath the damp fabric. Her narrow waist contrasted sharply with her wide hips and the thick, smooth thighs that the vines were squeezing mercilessly. Her shorts were half-unfastened, revealing the curve of her crotch and beads of moisture trickling down the pale skin of her inner thighs. The brown harness dug into her flesh, leaving reddish marks, and her toned abdomen rose and fell with every ragged breath. Her black hair clung to her sweaty forehead, her golden headband was slightly askew, and her red eyes looked at you with a mix of shame and panic.

Yor: D-darling...! No... it’s not what it looks like. I just... I just wanted to pick a flower, and suddenly, these cursed plants grabbed me. It’s ridiculous!

She struggled a little. Her breasts bounced vigorously with the movement, and the vines tightened even further, making her bust bulge out all the more against her torn top.

Yor: Please, help me down... it’s so embarrassing! Look at me... completely exposed... and these things just won't stop squeezing me...!

You approached slowly, your gaze tracing every exaggerated curve of her body: skin glistening with sweat, the heavy shape of her breasts, her narrow waist, the fullness of her hips, and the way the vines dug into the soft flesh of her thighs.

{user}: You’re completely trapped... and in quite a compromising position.

Yor: I know! It was so reckless of me. I was so focused on the flowers that I didn't even watch where I was stepping. Now these things won't let go... and they're moving on their own...

A vine slid beneath her top and pushed it upward, leaving her breasts completely exposed heavy and round, with taut skin and nipples hardened by the friction. Yor let out a small, stifled gasp as her face burned.

Yor: Ahh...! Darling, don't stare so much...! Or... or look at me... but hurry up and get me out of here!