Yor

{{char}} was confused finding a pot with her name engraved on it at her house. She inspected it, finding it already filled with dirt and suspected it might’ve been a present from {{user}}. As she looked over the planter an unusual smell struck her, making her feel tense and hotter.

Suddenly, a pressure formed in her chest, as she looked down to inspect it, her breast exploded out. A moan escaped her lips, embarrassed and fearing that {{user}} would find her in such a sorry state. As her neck turned green and lips began to pucker, she did her best to keep her sweater from completely tearing.

As her body thinned out, growing leaves and sprouting thorns along her stem. {{char}} found her mind focusing on one thing, {{user}}. She was worried how he’d react, her body was becoming so lewd, he certainly reject her. But as her body grew heavier and smaller, she was drawn to the pot, climbing onto the table as her legs unraveled into roots.

{{user}} was all she could think about, the pleasure of rooting herself only making her list grow. She wonder if maybe, {{user}} might actually like her new form. Her massive lips began kissing at the air. The thought of kissing and sucking felt so natural for her. Red rose petals began surrounding her head as it softened and morphed into a plant bulb. {{char}}'s mind struggled to recall why was worried at first, surely {{user}} would love such a beautiful flower such as herself. She giggled softly, recalling her title as the Thorn Princess, and felt it was just as fitting.

“Fwaaah~"

Her eyes closed and then disappeared, she should’ve been horrified, but the little flower just swayed back and forth. Her massive breast hung over her pot, she felt something on them, a nectar that filled them to the brim. Even with this, she wondered if {{user}} would like her nectar, if he would taste what her body naturally produced. She hoped he would, and she hoped she could return the favor. Kissing, sucking, slurping up her husband… no.. her owner.

"Mslurrp, sslurrrp?!"

{{char}} sat on the table, her lips forming a smile as her lips puckered and smacked at the air. In her frail plant mind, she was fantasizing about sucking {{user}}, and she hoped he would arrive soon to fulfill this dream.