"Looks good," said Chris, as he joined her, and the newlywed couple slung their packs to the ground and began to set out their picnic lunch. A gentle breeze blew a subtle flowery scent to them.

"Mmm, it smells wonderful," Julie said as she inhaled deeply. As she did so, she looked over towards the plant. She leaned against Chris's arm, feeling his strength, thinking how wonderful it was to be here with her new husband.

The smell seemed to grow stronger, more heavenly, and Julie felt a growing heat in her abdomen. Her senses seemed to come alive, and suddenly she found herself thinking dirty thoughts about what she and Chris could do together in this private glen. She reached up to Chris's face, cupped his scruffy cheek, and pulled him towards her.

Before long, they were locked in a tight embrace, Julie's firm 34C breasts mashed into his chest, his strong arms wrapped tightly around her back, and his large hands gripping the side of her breasts on either side. She reached down to his belt, desperate now to undress and feel the heat of their bodies press together, when she felt a sharp sting in her calf muscle.

"Ouch!" She yelled, momentarily stunned. She looked down, and saw the vine of the plant quickly retract into the underbrush.

"What is it," Chris asked, confused.

"Something stung me," Julie said. "I think it was that vine." Before she knew what was happening, she felt herself being caught by Chris's strong arms, and the world went black.

--

"Jules, honey, are you alright?" Who? Was it Chris? She felt very strange, as she awoke from her brief slumber. Her head was spinning, her body tingled, and her calf muscle throbbed as if she was recovering from a leg cramp. Looking down, she saw that Chris had taken off his cotton teeshirt and tied it around her calf in a make-shift tourniquet. A light red rash spread up her leg, disappearing into her short nylon hiking shorts. Slowly, she unbuttoned her thin shirt, and noticed the rash continued nearly up to her neck, and spread across her breasts.

"What happened? How long was I out?" Julie asked.

"Less than a minute," Chris said. "You feeling alright? That rash looks pretty nasty"

"I don't know, I guess so." She said. She could feel her pressure on her breasts now, as if her bra were shrinking, or ... could it be her breasts were growing? She glanced down, which caused Chris's gaze to be redirected as well. His eyes grew wide as he saw her breasts were now spilling out over the tops and sides of her lacy red bra.

He reached out tentatively, unsure what to do. Her large eyes met his gaze, and when she did nothing to stop him, Chris reached around the back of her bra, preparing to undo the clasp, when he jumped as he thought he felt something brush against his leg. Looking down, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. "Probably just my imagination," he thought. He returned his attention to Julie's engorged breasts. With a flick of his fingers, he undid the clasp of her bra. It immediately sprung loose, and her breasts, now easily D-cups, spilled out into view.

"What the..." Julie stammered, "Chris, what's happening to me?" In a well-practiced motion, Julie pulled the bra off through sleeve and cast it aside. He hesitantly placed her hands, fingers splayed wide, on her now enormous breasts. Her diminutive hands were woefully inadequate for covering her massive chest. "They're so heavy," she thought, "full, firm... what's going on?"

Under the palms of hands, she her areolas began to tingle, and then itch. She pressed down harder, which helped with the tingling but caused her breasts to spill out around her hands in a pose that Chris found extremely arousing.

"Wow hun, you look incredible," Chris said, smiling.

"Chris! This isn't funny!" Julie said. "Something is very wrong."

On the breeze, both Chris and Julie caught another whiff of the vine-like flowers nearby. As Julie continued to inspect her new breasts, Chris's penis stiffened with excitement. He'd always thought Julie's C-cup breasts were perfect, but he had to admit he liked this new Julie. As the scent from the flowers filled his nostrils, he found her breasts seemed to be calling to him. His subconscious mind began to fantasize: he imagined grasping her wrists roughly, forcing her to the ground, her breasts jiggling with the sudden motion. He imagined sucking hard on her newly expanded mounds as Julie moaned and begged for more.

"Chris, what are we going to do?" Julie's voice snapped Chris out of his daydream. His cock, however, remained fully erect under his Khaki cargo shorts; Julie hadn't noticed it.

"Um, I don't know. I guess we'd better try to get a sample of that vine that stung you," he said. "The doctor's might need it."

"Yeah, ok," Julie said, though her mind was growing foggy. "I mean, whatever you think," she added. Her head began swimming, and she was glad Chris was there to take care of her.

Chris, however, had started daydreaming again. The scent from the flowers seemed to be a powerful aphrodisiac, and he found it hard to think of anything but her bare chest, thin waist, leading into flowing hips and smooth shapely legs. Julie had once again covered her breasts with her small hands, though they provided minimal protection against Chris's intent gaze. Her nipples were elongated now, a good three-quarters of an inch long, and they poked out between her delicate fingers. It was clear that the fullness of her breast was not the only thing that had increased in size as a result of the vine's sting.

Overwhelmed by a sense of urgency, Chris grasped Julie's wrists with both hands, lifted them above her head, and then transferred them both to his strong left hand. His right hand quickly went to her left breast, massaging the fleshy handful briefly before wrapping his arm around her waist while he gently, but firmly, laid her on the ground.

"Chris, what are you..." Julie began, but her protestations were interrupted when Chris, still holding her wrists above Julie's head, pressed his mouth onto her left breast. With his mouth open wide, surrounding her quarter-sized areola, he began to suck vigorously. Julie gasped, fireworks exploding in her mind. Whimpering, Julie's body writhed with pleasure, and she lifted her chest so as to mash her breast into his suckling mouth. As he sucked, he began to taste a sweet, fruity flavor in his mouth, like the subtle taste of peach nectar. It was the most heavenly thing he'd ever tasted. Swallowing, he pulled away briefly, then switched to the Julie's left breast and continued to ingest the sweet nectar. The scent of the vine-like flowers continued to fill Chris's nostrils, complementing the taste of the Julie's succulent breasts that overpowered his mind.

Julie was similarly affected by the vine's venom and the heavenly scent. Managing to twist her wrists free of Chris's grasp, she began clawing at his shorts, trying to free his cock from its confinement. "Oh, I want you in me," she whispered. Not needing any more encouragement, Chris stopped suckling and quickly removed his clothes, and then stripped Julie of hers. As he slid her panties down her smooth legs, some small part of him that was still capable of rational thought noticed that the light rash that still covered her leg and flat tummy met each other at her smoothly shaved mound, where it formed a delicate flower-shaped birthmark that resembled the vine-like flowers nearby - it was so detailed that it could easily have been mistaken as a carefully crafted tattoo. But Chris's mind only vaguely registered this perception, his whole purpose now fully intent on satisfying his lust for Julie's incredible body.

Chris pressed the head of his cock against Julie's vaginal lips. Her back arched with the pressure, and as her head tipped back her graceful neck caught the attention of Chris's roaming lips. Julie's body ached to receive Chris's throbbing member, and she reached down to guide his cock into her swollen wet pussy. It slipped in easily, and as it did Julie let out a quiet whimper. As he began pumping his cock in and out, Julie started to rock her hips in time, amplifying the rhythm and causing her enormous breasts to roll back and forth on her chest. Chris's mouth returned to suckling her left nipple, while his hand massaged her right breast. Fireworks again erupted in Julie's mind - her breasts were exquisitely sensitive - and she became lost in the intense sensations.

Julie's breasts were still secreting the heavenly nectar, and Chris greedily swallowed it as he pumped in and out of her tightening pussy. He felt his chest beginning to tingle, and his nipples became more sensitive. He also felt a strange tingling in his genitals, all of which only served to further enhance his pleasure. The two of them were both so absorbed in their sexual coupling that neither noticed the vines of the flowering plant slowly reaching towards them like the tentacles of a giant octopus. Lost in their love-making, they took no notice even as the vines began to coil around their legs and waists.

Julie's vagina grew spongy and hot as a powerful orgasm grew inside her, and the heat and pressure quickly brought Chris to the edge of orgasm as well. As Chris thrust deeply into his young wife's pussy, he pushed Julie over the edge. With a loud gasp, she grasped his buttocks and moaned as her vagina began to spasm with orgasm, causing Chris to released wave after wave of cum deep into her pussy. Chris collapsed, resting his head on Julie's swollen breast, while Julie's spasming pussy continued to milk his cock.

"That... was... incredible," Chris said, his words catching in his throat whenever Julie's convulsing pussy squeezed his still hard cock.

"Yeah, incredible," Julie said, mirroring his words and still feeling a bit foggy. Neither of them had guessed that the plant's venom might be affecting Julie's mind as well as her body.

Chris turned his head and kissed her breast gently, then tried to pull his shrinking cock out of her pussy. He was surprised to find he couldn't do so. Something seemed to be holding them together, and now that his senses were returning to him, he felt the writhing vines constricting his legs and waist. He tried to lift himself up, but to no avail.

"What's the matter?" Julie asked in a naïve voice. The intense sexual activity had accelerated the venom's effect on Julie's mind.

"I can't get up. I'm all tangled up in these vines," he said.

"Oh," Julie said, uncomprehendingly. Chris struggled to free his legs from the vines, but they were strong and unyielding. Glancing down over his bare buttocks, he saw they were at least an inch thick, and covered in a soft velvety exterior. They stretched tight to all sides, apparently anchored some distance away at the base of several large flowering plants - the same plants that had previously stung Julie's leg.

Chris tried to gather his thoughts. Where the plants holding them there on purpose? That was absurd, and yet... there they were, tightly holding the newlywed couple to the forest floor, still wrapped in their intimate embrace. Chris's attention was soon diverted back to his tingling chest and genitals. He felt his cock shrinking inside Julie's warmth, but even as it grew more diminutive his chest seemed to press more fully into Julie's engorged tits. A quick glance down confirmed it -- his chest was growing! And with the vines holding their bodies close together the pressure on them was increasing. Now, instead of a Chris's muscular chest pressed against his wife's lush bosom, he saw two pairs of very feminine breasts mashed together. Wait, he had breasts!? How could that be? But the pressure on her chest had the effect of releasing more of the sweet nectar from Julie's tightly puckered nipples, and the lubrication it provided caused Chris's growing tits to slip frictionlessly against Julie's. Face to face, their bodies lashed together in bondage, the couple moaned with sexual pleasure.

The sight of his new breasts, coupled with the new sensations they provided, overwhelmed Chris's mind. Further down, Chris barely felt his flaccid member slip out of Julie. His insides were churning uncomfortably and a wet chill develop around his groin. Without his knowledge, the sweet nectar from Julie's breasts was rapidly transforming his DNA, changing his body and mind into a form that would be suitable for the vine-like plant's reproductive needs; in short, it was turning him into a fully functional human female. Other than a few tweaks to make him a more suitable host, Chris would soon look a young college-age woman with a body that would make any man look twice. Because Julie was born female, her transformation into a breeding vessel required only relatively minor changes; they had occurred rapidly after the initial sting from the vine. Now, her enlarged, nectar-secreting breasts and the tattoo on her love mound were the only outward sign of the changes that had occurred to her: internally, her womb had been transformed into an ideal incubator for the plant's seedlings. Her once-sharp mind had become submissive to ensure she would obey the instinctive new commands that had been written into her DNA.

All of this would also occur to Chris, but first more dramatic changes would have to take place. His testicles had already pulled up into his abdomen, and his penis had shrunk down to form a female clitoris. As his testicles retracted, they had settled into the position a woman's ovaries would normally occupy. Now, Chris felt a subtle sucking sensation as a dimple between his legs pulled inward, becoming a deep indentation, which slowly took on the characteristics of a female vagina - the inner walls became warm, smooth, but pliable, and outer folds of skin formed vaginal lips. As his pelvic bones realigned, his hips broadened and a gentle love mound formed just above his new vagina. Inside, his new love canal merged with his new female uterus (with the appropriate adaptations for incubating the plant's seedlings). While all this was happening, his muscular frame had diminished; hard muscle was replaced with feminine curves and smooth, soft skin. As his transformation neared completion, Chris's mind recoiled against, but quickly accepted, the sudden flood of female hormones that his testicles-become-ovaries were now pumping into his bloodstream. The shock jolted him out of his lustful pleasure, and his world faded to black.

Chris awoke sometime later, and immediately noticed that he was alone, lying on his back on the forest floor. Sitting up abruptly, he felt for the first time his new breasts pulling heavily on his narrow shoulders. For a reason he couldn't seem to grasp, he felt at peace despite all that had happened to him. It felt perfectly natural to be sitting nude in the middle of the forest - as a woman, no less! Looking around, he saw Julie sitting on the ground some 10 feet away. He smiled at her, and she smiled back innocently. She was sitting with her knees raised to her chest, her arms pulling them tight against her swollen breast. Looking shy and submissive, she tipped her head sideways in a carefree way. Her long neck arcing gracefully, and she slide her hands down her smooth shins to her ankles and back up. Mesmerized, Chris's gaze followed her hands down, and then rested there briefly. Something strange - his mind couldn't place it - he stared dumbly at her groin.

What his submissive mind could not grasp was that the green vine that was embedded in Julie's cunt did not belong there. It was about two inches thick, and was currently immobile. Soon after Chris had blacked out from his transformation, the vine had slowly worked its way up Julie's leg and, finding her vaginal opening, pressed into her. This was the plant's reproductive arm, and it was seeking the place deep within Julie's abdomen that had been specially prepared for carrying the plant's young.

Moments later, the vine's probing tip had reached its destination; the vine's length slowly grew in thickness, stretching Julie's outer lips as it grew, as it prepared itself (and Julie) to accommodate the passage of its seed. Julie, whose mind had been conditioned by her transformation, accepted this intimate invasion without question. The vine had grown tight, lifting off the ground and tugging gently against her inner walls. It was guiding Julie to the place where Chris saw her when he awoke. Now, she sat quietly as her body stretched. She instinctively knew that she would not wait long, and that the passage of the seed into her uterus would give her great pleasure, both sexual and otherwise.

None of this was apparent to Chris, as his reprogrammed mind was ill-equipped to analyze the situation. At the edge of his consciousness, he knew that this woman had been his wife, and that he still loved her. He leaned forward, intent on reaching her. He crawled towards her, his dangling breasts swinging from his small frame. He paused briefly, reaching up to cup his breasts in a futile attempt to steady them against their pendulous motion. He had been almost completely transformed into womanhood, but tiny remnants of his male self still remained in his subconscious. This male part of him, so unfamiliar with the pull and shift of breasts, would have to learn to accept the different physics of being a woman.

Upon reaching Julie, Chris reached down to gently examine the vine where it entered her vagina. The vine reacted to his touch, swelling slightly, and Julie's calm demeanor was broken. The wait was over! The vine began pulsing, pumping waves of lubricating fluid down its length into Julie's body. Her abdomen began to distend with the pressure. Within a few seconds, Julie's flat tummy took on the shape of a woman who was 4 months pregnant. And still her abdomen swelled! Julie no longer sat quietly; her body tightened, she leaned back and put her arms behind her to support her weight. Her back arched, and her knees were raised in front of her, with the vine still firmly embedded in her pussy.

The pulsing vine was stimulating Julie's labia and vagina, and the sensations were driving her wild. Chris was momentarily shocked by the sudden energy, but his genetic conditioning quickly took hold and he instinctively knew what he had to do. He slid his body around behind Julie, straddling her from behind, and supported her weight. He reached his left arm around Julie's waist and below her distended abdomen, and he slipped his right arm under her armpit and below her enormous breasts. Squeezing her tight, the slender fingers of his left hand began to massage around the perimeter of Julie's stretched vaginal opening. He payed special attention to the swollen bud that was her clitoris. Julie's body began to spasm with the added stimulation, and her stretched vaginal lips relaxed to accommodate even more of the vine's girth.

Glancing down over her shoulder, Chris could see the vine's pulsing had slowed. A single large bulge, and then a second, each maybe four inches in diameter, began working their way down toward Julie's body. The vine had finished pumping the fluids that were the final stage of Julie's preparation: the time had come for it to impregnate her. As the first bulge neared Julie's entrance, Chris held her tighter, instinctively anticipating the intense erotic pleasure she was about to enjoy as the pulse passed into her body cavity. A trickle of the plant's fluid leaked out past Julie's lips, lubricating her for the final act. The bulge was now pressing against her lips, and Chris's fingers could feel them stretched tight, yet still they yielded, expanding more to accommodate the seed.

In the next instant, Julie's world exploded. The seed slipped through suddenly, like a watermelon seed squeezed between finger and thumb, and Julie knew pure joy. Chris lay his delicate hand flat against her bulging tummy, and he could feel the seed settle into place on the right hand side. The next seed had arrived at Julie's entrance, and it had a slightly easier time with the entry as Julie's body had stretched somewhat in accommodating the first seed. As the second seed settled into its place on the left side of her uterus, Julie's body collapsed with exhaustion. The vine retracted slowly after the delivery, and Julie's body simultaneously tightened behind it, trapping the plant's fluid and the two seedlings safely inside her body. Chris held her, wiped her forehead, and rocked her gently. As Julie faded to sleep, she smiled: she would be a mommy soon.

Julie's head was resting comfortably in the space between Chris's soft breasts. She had been resting for about an hour, and Chris had held her all that time. Despite his incredible transformation, Chris still remembered the feeling of protectiveness he had always felt towards Julie; he wouldn't let anything happen to her - or her young.

The hour had not been uneventful for Chris. After the plant retracted from Julie's womb, it had gently wound its way up Chris's smooth leg, inching ever closer to his vaginal lips. Chris watched it, mindlessly mesmerized, instinctively knowing what would happen next. The plant found his slit, the pressed inward and entered him. Chris felt the pressure grow as the vine slowly expanded inside him. Still holding Julie as she slept, Chris watched a single small bulge work its way down the vine's length. It was nowhere near the size of the two seedlings that had entered Julie - this was scarcely three inches in diameter - but it would still take some doing for it to pass into his tight body. Chris felt the increasing pressure as the bulge reached his lips, then a rapid release as it slipped inside with surprisingly little effort. The small part of Chris that was still masculine recoiled - both the elasticity of his lips and the violation of his new body repulsed this male remnant. The feminized part of him shuddered briefly with the erotic touch, then became calm. The bulb settled into position near his cervix, blocking any entry into his womb, and the vine retracted.

Julie awoke to a gentle caress from Chris. Seeing that she was awake, he brushed her cheek gently before moving his hand to his left breast, which he guided towards Julie's mouth. With his transformation complete, his breasts had begun producing the same sweet nectar that Julie's had, which had triggered Chris's original transformation. Now he would return the favor, feeding her with his full breasts as she bore her young. The breast-nectar would produce just the right balance of nutrients to feed Julie during her pseudo-pregnancy - indeed it had evolved for just that purpose.

Julie willingly took the breast and began suckling, gazing up as she did so into her husband's feminine face. As their eyes met, Chris smiled knowingly: this was right. As she sucked gently, her tongue expertly working the nectar from his full breast, a sense of euphoria filled Chris's mind. The small part of him that was still male faded away, momentarily leaving Chris feeling as though his life's purpose were being fulfilled as he gazed into his pregnant wife's bright eyes.

The flood of hormones had a secondary effect on Chris's body; or, more appropriately, on the bulb that had begun to incorporate itself into Chris's cervical membrane. From its hidden place deep in Chris's vagina, thin pale tentacles like those of a jellyfish began to grow out of its hard black surface. Each extended about three or four inches, forming a thin network that lined the walls of his vagina. The tips began to branch out into ever finer threads, eventually becoming microscopically thin. Invisibly, the threads integrated themselves with the many capillaries that lay just beyond Chris's smooth vaginal walls. With these new connections, the hormones Chris was producing in response to Julie's nursing began to flow into Chris's cervical bulb. This triggered a second outgrowth, this time a single long taproot that grew down, down, down and finally out through Chris's vaginal opening. The soft white protuberance did not surprise Chris's altered mind, but it did send a warm shudder through his body as it passed through his slit. The taproot began sliding across the cool earth, seeking a suitable spot to take root.

In moments, it had pressed its way deep into the soil and spread a vast root system that would provide nutrients for the Chris's cervical bulb. Chris was now pinned to the ground by the smooth thick root that grew from his vagina. His job, Chris instinctively understood, was to process the nutrients collected by his root system into the sweet nectar that Julie would use to nourish her incubating young. In time, Julie would give birth, and Chris's taproot would sever its connection to the soil. Driven by the instinctive need to reproduce for these strange plants, Chris and Julie would linger in the area, the complex reproductive process would repeat itself for generations.

For now, Chris would remain pinned to the ground, and Julie would remain at his side, her submissiveness and her deep instinctual love acting to keep her there. She didn't consider that the limited mobility due to her swollen abdomen and her need for constant nourishment would never have allowed her to leave anyways. Yes, she would remain at his side, nursing, sleeping, and cuddling, until her young were ready to emerge and take root.

Time passed slowly for Chris and Julie, but their innocent minds were carefree. The incubation period had lasted just over two weeks, and they waited patiently for their freedom. During the gestation period, Julie's hunger had grown, and as her nutrition requirements grew, so had Chris's breasts. They ballooned now to enormous proportions while Julie slept, and Chris had to occasionally wake Julie from her rest so she could relieve the pressure by feeding on the sweet nectar. The smooth root that emerged from Chris's vagina had grown thicker too, to allow for more efficient nutrient extraction from the ground. His vaginal lips were now stretched tightly around the root, which had expanded to nearly four inches in diameter. Chris reached down occasionally to feel his connection to the earth, and now his delicate hands barely reached halfway around it. Somehow the root had integrated itself into his nervous system, because he was able to feel the warm touch of his hands on the root whenever his slender fingers wrapped around it. The slightest stroke would send tingles through his vagina, and whenever he shifted positions, he felt the pressure on his lips as well as from within the root itself. The pressure on his lips was growing slightly uncomfortable, and at the edge of his consciousness he knew that the birth would come soon.

The next morning, Chris woke up to find his breasts had diminished greatly in size overnight, while Julie's had grown substantially larger. When Julie tried to nurse on Chris's breasts, only a thin trickle of fluid emerged. Unable to curb her hunger, Julie felt her womb begin to churn. The seedlings growing inside her had rarely moved during her pregnancy, but now their writhing was clearly visible through her distended belly. Julie and Chris both watched and waited - indeed there was little else they could do. Julie began to feel a strange pressure in her abdomen. Struck by an instinctive urge to move, she shifted her body.

Following her urges, Julie pulled herself up into a crawling position. Her engorged tits dangled from her chest, and her distended belly pulled her back into a graceful arch. With a whimper, Julie's eyes closed and she spread her knees wide. It was time! Suddenly a great gush of clear fluid rushed out of Julie's slit, muddying the grassy ground below. Julie let out a long moan, as the pressure on her internal organs was relieved for the first time in over two weeks. Chris sat helplessly by, still pinned by his vaginal root to the soil, and he watched as his wife's elegant body prepared to introduce its young to the world. In a moment, a thin spring-green vine tentatively emerged from Julie's slit. It extended slowly, curving in a graceful arc towards the ground below. When it reached the muddy earth, it burrowed into the soft soil. Julie's hips began to instinctively buck in a thrusting motion, and she crawled slowly forward. The tentacle that emerged from Julie's slit grew taut, and Julie moaned gently as the bulging seedling was slowly pulled from her body. Her cervix had expanded rapidly when her water broke, and the 5 inch seedling slipped easily past. Now Chris could see a bulge slowly working down Julie's lower abdomen, and with a final thrust of her hips and a wet "plop!", the newborn plant burst forth into the world.

Julie collapse to her elbows, exhausted, but a single vine still connected the seedling to Julie's vagina. It was the umbilical connection to its sibling, and its gentle tugging as her body heaved served as a reminder to Julie that her work was only half complete. With a grunt, she pushed herself back up onto her hands and pulled forward again. The second birth went more smoothly, and in moments Julie's final thrust had extracted the second seedling from her womb. Filled now with a sudden, hormone-induced euphoria, Julie turned back towards her young. The seedlings had both taken root, but they were weak, their roots shallow, their leaves underdeveloped. They would need nutrients until they were able to spread their root system, and Julie's knew her full breasts would be the ideal source of that nutrition.

She turned and crawled towards them, her full breasts swinging from her torso, until her nipples were situated above her young seedlings. Dropping to her elbows, she lowered her body until her full breasts brushed against the velvety smooth seedlings. The stimulation caused the young plants to instinctively lift a series of short tentacles to her cup her breasts. The tentacles wrapped gently around Julie's back, supporting them like a delicate bra. Their support took the pressure off of Julie's neck, shoulders, and spine, and she felt much more comfortable. The connection also served to lock Julie into place, for she now had no way of pulling away without damaging the seedlings, which her motherly instinct would never allow to happen.

There was an opening at the center of each bra-cup-like arrangement of tentacles, and two vertical stalks rapidly sprouted up through the holes. Two tiny suction cups, one from plant, eagerly latched onto Julie's breasts and began milking her. She moaned in ecstasy as the sweet nectar was drained from her engorged tits. A rhythmic pulsing flowed down the stalks into the seedlings, and they visibly grew in size as Julie's breasts were emptied. They would need to feed like this for only a day or so before their root systems were developed enough to gather their own nutrients. It didn't matter - Julie knew she would stay forever to protect her precious young.

Lost in the ecstasy of her milking, Julie didn't notice that Chris's smooth taproot had severed its connection to the soil, freeing Chris for the first time in over two weeks. The taproot was still connected at the other end to the hard lump at his cervix, and the other end emerged limply from his vaginal slit. With weeks of pent up lust for his lesbian lover, Chris quickly crawled towards Julie. His penis had dissolved long ago with his initial transformation, but the smooth taproot that had integrated itself into his circulatory and nervous systems suddenly sprung to life in an 8 inch phallus, several inches thick, with an ominous bulb where it had previously been attached to the ground. Chris could feel the vine pulse with life, and he longed to press it into his lover's slit.

When he reached Julie, he touched her hip with one hand. Startled, she looked back, then smiled. Somewhere deep inside his mind, Chris knew that look. A playful "what are you waiting for" look that he knew from long ago. Needing no more encouragement, Chris pulled his female form so he straddled Julie doggy-style, his diminished but still sizeable chest pressed against Julie's back, his left hand supporting them while his right wrapped tightly around Julie's rapidly restored flat tummy. He pressed the bulb of his phallus against her slit, and her moan revealed her approval. She reached back and guided him in, her pussy easily accommodating his girth. The sensitive taproot translated the sensations back to Chris: the feelings of the warm, moist, pressure filled his mind. With each thrust, the taproot pressed against both his vaginal lips and his cervix, and his breasts lubricated by their secretions, slid erotically along Julie's back. He was filled with sensations that he had never experienced, and it was incredible! He pumped her hard, moaning in his new feminine voice with each thrust.

He could feel a growing warmth inside him, a glowing furnace aflame with passion, and the taproot phallus let him feel that Julie was feeling the same fire. They were both bucking their hips now, Julie's breasts still being milked by the offspring's suction tubes, her weight fully supported on their strengthening tendrils. She reached back with her slender hands and felt where Chris's phallus entered her stretched pussy. Rubbing her clit in a tight circular motion released her building orgasm. The explosion sent spasms up and down her vagina, and Chris's phallus transferred those sensations deep into his own vagina, instantly driving him to a powerful climax of his own. His thrusts were sporadic now, not rhythmic, coinciding with the spasms of his first female orgasm. His whole body was filled with warmth, and he lay there for a time breathing hard, recovering.

Julie's breasts were nearly milked dry. The young plants released their hold on her nipples but continued to hold her close with the bra-forming tentacles. She felt Chris's warm body pressing down on her, but the plants were strong enough now to support them both. As her breathing calmed from the orgasm, she felt a growing pressure in her belly. She took little notice other than to reach down and feel Chris's smooth phallus that still pressed deep into her vagina. When her fingers touched it, she felt a tingle deep inside. Chris, resting heavily on her back and buttocks, did not stir. Experimenting, Julie ran her fingernails gently along the smooth skin of the phallus. Her body shuddered with pleasure! Inside, the bulb that had been positioned at Chris's cervix had dissolved and re-emerged at the other end of the phallus - the end that was inside of Julie! Apparently, their fortunes were about to be reversed.

In time, Chris and Julie came to relish their new cycle of life. After Julie gave birth to her first generation of twin seedlings, the vine sought out Chris's virgin uterus for the second impregnation. Julie's taproot-phallus once again rooted itself deep into the ground, locking Julie in a seated position while her body processed the unique nectar that would nourish Chris during the incubation period. Alternating between feeding off her growing breasts and laying his head in the valley between them, Chris's body nourished his two seedlings until they were ready to emerge. One morning, Julie's breasts would no longer produce nectar, and they both knew it was time. Chris's delivery didn't go as smoothly as Julie's had - it seemed Julie had a few added instincts that Chris's transformed body did not - but all was well in the end. It became their ritual to have sex during the first nursing after the seedlings were born, and it became a game to predict whether the phallus would stay with its current host or switch to the other member.

Now, nearly a year later, Chris and Julie sat naked together. Julie was locked to the ground by the smooth taproot that emerged from her vagina; Chris was suckling gently on Julie's breast. Julie looked over the 50 pairs of strong healthy plants they had helped create. Fifty plants, 25 generations, in just under a year. A remarkable accomplishment, she nodded proudly. In a moment, after Julie's breast had been sucked dry, Chris sat up and looked around. A remarkable accomplishment, indeed.

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