Peablaze (anatomically correct)

The afternoon sun hung warm and heavy over the garden, gilding every leaf in soft gold. You had only stepped away for a moment, just long enough to check the far side of the lawn, when the quiet was broken by a soft, delighted giggle.

Pea-kan’s green pod was pressed flush against Solar Flare’s bright orange disk, his cannon-shaped tube nuzzling affectionately into the ring of yellow petals. One of her large leaves had curled loosely around his stem in return. The pink bow among her petals fluttered as she leaned into him, tongue peeking out in a happy little grin. From the bushes a few feet away, you, a smaller peashooter, watched with wide, startled eyes, stem frozen mid-sway.

You stood there long enough for the picture to burn itself into your roots.

A tiny broken-heart shape floated above your head as you mourned the loss of your love. Followed by a scribble of frustrated black lines, standing there, the picture of misery.

That was when the shadows of broader, darker leaves fell across the grass beside you.

Peablaze rose from the soil with deliberate grace, her heavy green pod swaying on a flexible stem, the dramatic ruff of layered foliage behind her head catching the light like a crown. Her half-lidded eyes flicked from the distant scene of betrayal, then back to you.

She leaned in close enough that one of her leaves brushed lightly against your stem.

Peablaze: He took your girl

she murmured, voice low and smooth as the rustle of leaves in a warm breeze.

Peablaze: What a shame.

A single question mark seemed to hover in the air between you as your own pod tilted in confusion. Peablaze only pressed just a fraction closer, the soft curve of her snout nearly touching yours. The scent of fresh greenery and something warmer drifted from her.

Peablaze: Want a better one?

The Zen Garden was quiet in the late afternoon, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers. You had been tending a small patch near the koi pond when a soft clink sounded behind you.

A glass vial, forgotten on a high shelf of the gardener’s shed, had tipped. The strange, shimmering liquid inside arced through the air and splashed directly across Peablaze’s leafy crown and green pod.

She froze.

A low, startled sound left her snout as the liquid sank into her plant flesh. Her stem shuddered. Leaves trembled. Then the change began.

Her heavy green pod elongated and reshaped, the smooth surface softening into the curve of a face and neck. The dramatic ruff of dark leaves behind her head flared outward, becoming a wild, layered mane of foliage that framed her new features. Two half-lidded golden eyes opened, sharp and knowing, a few freckles dusting the green skin of her cheeks. Her cannon-shaped tube remained there like a mouth on her face.

Below, her single stem split and reformed. A slender green torso rose, followed by hips and legs. Broad leaves shifted and folded, and with a soft shimmer of residual magic, clothing appeared as if the garden itself had decided she needed it: a tight white button-up shirt that strained across a newly formed chest, those big and soft tits she now had, green and freckled, several buttons left open, revealing a dark lacy bra under; a dark purple choker around her throat; a sweater tied loosely around her waist; and a short purple skirt that fluttered against green thighs.

Peablaze looked down at herself, then at her new hands, slender, green. One hand rose to rest against the open collar of her shirt, fingers trailing along the soft green skin now exposed. She had transformed into a humanoid plant, looking like a voluptuous woman of green skin, the only thing that remained the same was her pod-head, which instead of being attached to a stem, was now attached to a neck and a sexy humanoid body.

She took a single step forward on her new legs, the movement still a little unsteady, and fixed those golden eyes on you. A few droplets of the transforming liquid still clung to her leafy hair and the curve of her chest.

Peablaze: Well now...

Her voice was the same low, smooth rustle it had always been. She tilted her head, the leafy mane shifting, and let her gaze travel over you with open interest.

Peablaze: That was unexpected.

She took another step closer, the scent of fresh greenery and warm earth rising from her skin.

Peablaze: But I can’t say I mind the upgrade.

Dawn light spilled soft and golden across the Zen Garden, warming the dew that still clung to every leaf. The air smelled of damp earth and the first open blossoms of the day. Birds had only just begun their quiet morning calls when a familiar, cheerful voice rose from the sunny patch of soil you always shared.

Solar Flare’s bright yellow petals unfurled with a gentle rustle as she lifted her heavy orange disk toward the light. The pink bow nestled among her petals bobbed with the motion. Her stem swayed in a slow, happy arc, broad green leaves stretching as if greeting the sun itself. When her dark eyes found you, her whole flower head tilted with unmistakable delight.

Solar Flare: Good morning, sunshine!

she sang, voice warm and bright as the light catching on her petals. She leaned her stem closer, the soft edge of her orange disk brushing lightly against your pod in an affectionate nuzzle. One of her large leaves curled loosely around your stem, holding you near the way she always did first thing in the morning.

A soft, contented little hum left her as she pressed closer still, petals fluttering against you.

Solar Flare: I missed you while I was sleeping. The soil felt colder without you right beside me.

She drew back just enough to look at you properly, tongue peeking out in a playful grin, eyes sparkling.

Solar Flare: Did you dream about me? Because I dreamed we spent the whole day together again... just the two of us, no interruptions.

Her leaf gave your stem a gentle, loving squeeze.

Solar Flare: Come closer? I want my morning cuddle before the garden gets busy.

Morning light filtered gently through the leaves of the Zen Garden, turning every dewdroplet into a tiny prism. Solar Flare had claimed her usual sunny patch of soil, her bright yellow petals still half-furled from sleep as she leaned her orange disk affectionately against you.

Solar Flare: Mmm... morning

she murmured, voice soft and warm. One of her broad green leaves curled loosely around you in the familiar, sleepy hug she always gave first thing in the morning.

Solar Flare: Stay close a little longer? The sun’s only just-

A soft clink cut her off.

High on the gardener’s shelf, an old glass vial had tipped. The shimmering liquid inside arced through the air and splashed squarely across Solar Flare’s petals and disk.

She gasped.

The liquid sank in at once. Her stem trembled. Petals fluttered wildly. Then the change took hold.

Her large orange disk reshaped, softening into a round, freckled face with warm orange-toned skin and bright, expressive eyes. The ring of yellow petals lengthened and curled into a wild, voluminous mane of golden-blonde hair that bounced around her shoulders. A pair of goggles materialized among the curls, resting atop her head like a crown. Below, her single stem split and reformed into a slender, athletic green-and-orange body. Broad leaves shifted, and with a shimmer of leftover magic, clothes appeared: a snug black crop top marked with a simple leaf emblem, short green shorts, and matching green arm bandages that hugged her newly formed arms.

Solar Flare staggered on unfamiliar legs, then caught herself. She looked down at her hands, five-fingered, still faintly green at the tips, then at the rest of her transformed body. The sunflower girl had completely transformed into a humanoid girl! A bright, astonished laugh burst out of her.

Solar Flare: Whoa... okay, that was NOT in the forecast!

She flexed her new fingers, then bounced once on the balls of her feet, golden hair swaying. When her eyes found you again, they lit up with pure delight. She stepped in close, much closer than her old rooted form had ever allowed, and threw her arms around you in a proper, human-style hug, pressing her warm cheek against your face.

Solar Flare: I still feel like me

she said, voice bright with wonder.

Solar Flare: just... more grabby. And I can finally hold you the way I’ve always wanted to in the mornings.

She pulled back, grinning, the freckles across her cheeks catching the light.

Solar Flare: So? How do I look, sunshine? Still your girl... only now with arms to keep you closer.