And what’s that smell? It’s really nice. Like flowers and sweet candy and goodness and- other things.

Her cock twitches in her panties and her eyelashes flutter.

Wait, her what twitches in her panties? That’s. New.

Another deep breath and pleasant twitch dispels any thoughts she might have been about to form about her new body part as warm euphoria floods her mind.

Oh, huh. She’s walking, following her nose. She didn’t quite decide to do that. But it smells like she should. Like she really, really should.

Her cock throbs.

Yeah, she definitely should.

And then she’s standing in front of an oddly mobile nest of vines, rooted in the ground but waving under their own power. Each is tipped by a long pink flower shaped a little like a tulip but elongated and with much thicker petals. Some of them come together at the end and are rather phallic. Others have openings at the tips of the flowers.

The scent on the air is much stronger.

She's so hard. She's so wet. The shapes of those flowers and that lovely smell combine to tickle at her hindbrain just right.

She should walk forward.

No, that's weird. It's odd. Something's wrong. She shouldn't. She should-

Twitch.

She should focus. Think.

Twitch.

Her hand idly rubs at her cock through her dress.

What was she just thinking about?

Throb.

That lovely smell is so nice. She should get closer to the pretty flowers so she can smell it better.

And then she's there, walking into the curling vines, and they're wrapping around her, slithering around her arms and legs and actually she really needs to run-

A flower puffs out scented air directly in front of her face.

She giggles. What was she thinking, being all afraid? The flowers are her friends!

She wants to reach under her dress to stroke her new cock. And use her other hand to take care of the sex she's used to having. But her arms are trapped. Thankfully, her new flower friends are there to help. One of the phallic flowers noses around at her panties, and then pushes them to the side and spears into her slick sex. Moments later, another flower has ripped her panties fully off of her and slid down over her cock, slick tight heat wrapping around her shaft and whispering sweet nothings to her hindbrain in a language it didn't speak half an hour ago.

The flower in front of her face puffs out more scented air.

She cums, the orgasm upon her shockingly quickly. Her hips suddenly thrust forward of their own accord. Her pussy spasms and squeezes down around the flower inside her. Her cock fires off spurt after spurt into that lovely flower sucking on it.

And it doesn't stop. After half a minute something like confusion bubbles its way to the surface of her thoughts. Her next spurt banishes it from her mind.

It doesn't come back.

She vaguely notices it get darker and then lighter. She's not really paying attention.

"Oh dear..." 

She feels the little eddies of lust from a rather unsuspecting bit of prey from the Pheroplant. It's acting up again - this variety was supposed to be more tuned, and shouldn't have even gotten here past the perimeter wards...

She pouts prettily up at the sky, a faint brisk laugh on her lips. 

The heavens really like teasing her like this, don't they? 

In a flash, her gem-like wings flutter into existence behind her, her dress spilling out in a deep turquoise ball gown. It tightens, tailoring itself to hug her curves and e-cup breasts oh so sinfully tightly, leaving the valley of her pale breasts exposed to the cool night air. She licks her perfectly peach-tinted lips as the transformation washes over her, and tries very hard not to think about the redoubled rod between her legs. 

She shakes her head, just a little, and soars off to save her. 

That resolve to save Lilian won't affect her, because she can't think! And also doesn't exist on the right meta-level of reality to know about it. Also that.

When Topaz can see what's going on, it's- really a rather advanced case of pheroplant capture. The poor girl's obviously been trapped for a while, given her- general physical state. She's covered in rather a lot of nectar by this point, and that doesn't happen quickly. She's probably been, um, enjoying herself for most of the last day.

She also seems to be experiencing an orgasm that just isn't stopping? That's not something the typical pheroplant could induce. Nor would it be the kind of thing the typical human could survive. 

Oh curious!

The pheroplant seems normal enough but the girl inside... 

She does a quick check for magical effects beyond the obvious - the least she can do is ensure there's not some deadman's switch made by someone trying to dispose of her 'kindly'.

She's very magical! She looks- honestly like someone's life's work, perhaps her own. Enhanced strength, endurance, durability, a noticeable aspect of elemental lightning rather shimmering through her mana, and some complicated tangles of soul-attached spellwork that seem to be doing something to her mind, as well as anchoring all the other magic on her. Whatever's being done to her mind is a sufficiently complicated something that figuring out exactly what would take more than a quick check.

It looks internalized, at least - so she should be clear to get her out!

She pries open the Pheroplant - responding to its every whine with a hushed and reassuring lilting melody in the music of the spheres.

Gosh she's adorable - and quite wet, too.

She rests her arms into the gooey pool of nectar and processed cum-slime - it's amazing how much that catalyzes the smell, really - and lifts her up by her shoulders and waist, firm warm hands sinking through the sweet clean isolation of her milking vacuole and dragging out the thick rods of plantflesh that still rest inside her ass, letting it shake and wobble and unclench in shivering cycles. Gaping always helps them feel a little more adjusted coming out, and it's just... nice, to watch her blissed out smile as she slips out of the cage.

Her presence sings to her of warmth and comfort, a soft angelic chorus telling her of her safety and coming closure -

and a barely there hushed whisper that she could never hear, shouldn't hear, even with all the excitement and tantric entanglements floating around in her mind, but that she might just feel -

That it's alright, because nothing, much less a plant, compares to Her touch.

Lilian's orgasm trickles to an end, finally, after hours and hours. And her mind- resurfaces, just a bit.

Her first thought is that she wants to cum again. But- then she's together enough, absent stimulation, to start actually noticing external factors.

Huh. A pretty lady is- helping? Helping. She feels like the answer is helping. And her flower friends don't seem angry? So probably this is good.

Awwww.

She's adorable! 

A quick little charm gets the slime to dissolve. 

She flies her away, a gentle ticklish gust of wind running along her skin as she takes her to a warm little cabin far away. She's pretty sure she's at least going to need some bed rest, and marinating near the smell can't help...

It doesn't take her long for her mind to surface a little more, free from the influence of the Pheroplant. Not quite to the level of having very complicated thoughts. The niceness of being carried like this is soothing.

She's still feeling rather needy, but something about the situation is soothing enough that it fails to move her to action beyond pressing into her rescuer a little. She nuzzles lightly into the pretty lady's shoulder and lets out a soft sigh. This is cozy.

(This is, in fact, a much quicker bounce-back from an encounter with a Pheroplant than would be typical. She hasn't started to masturbate at all, and that should have been activity number one after she was sufficiently put-together to remember that was an option.)

She hugs her a little closer, nestling her head against her plush breasts. One hand fusses through her hair - poor girl must be trying so hard to be awake and stay shy...

In a short few minutes, she feels the softness of a bed beneath her back, and a comforting set of covers around her chest. 

If she looks, she'll find that she's in on large log cabin, with a hearthfire merrily burning, and countless little glimmering stones, finely bound books and glasses shimmering with substances of every color imaginable resting on countless shelves and tables spread half-haphazardly throughout the room.

Ah, boobs. One of her favorite things to have her head pressed up against.

She will just. Put that horny in a box. With the rest of the horny. She's together enough, at this point, to realize she's been rescued. And really doesn't want to embarrass herself in front of her rescuer by, uh, Engaging In Activities.

She's still hard, but hopefully that will pass as a result of the sex plant?

Probably not.

Oh no.

Once she's under the covers, she rolls over onto her side under the blankets to avoid her problem continuing to be obvious. It's kind of too late for that to do the thing she wants it to do, which is cause the pretty lady who rescued her to not notice she has an erection, but she does it anyway.

Also, she still hasn't had enough time to properly adjust to the whole thing where she has a cock now.

She looks around a bit, trying to get her bearings, pull her mind fully out of the gutter and orient. 

This cabin is a bit odd. And. That plant was odder still. Like nothing on Earth. And she thinks she was flown here? 

Probably she should adjust to the thing where she's obviously not in Kansas anymore before she adjusts to the fact that she has a few new bits attached. That suddenly feels- much less important.

(The body part in question is very loudly insisting that this is very important and she should get to work on adjusting right now by inspecting it in a literally hands-on manner, but she's ignoring that for the moment. Mostly.)

So. How should she do that? Probably the best option is the one where she stops awkwardly ignoring the person who rescued her and actually asks a few questions.

"Um. Where am I?"

This isn't really the best question, but it's the one that came to mind. And who knows, perhaps the answer will even be helpful!

She smiles lightly. 

"The 'Terrific Topaz's Lavish Lab and Cabin Complex' is the name!" 

She ducks her head, and ruffles her hair. 

"Where were you expecting to find yourself, cutie?"

Wow, the pretty lady really is a fan of alliteration isn't she? It's kind of cute.

Also, she's probably named Topaz?

More importantly, she's suddenly rather displeased by the fact that she doesn't know the answer to that question. 

"I. I don't know. Elsewhere, I think? I'm- I'm not quite sure. The mobile plant was definitely the kind of thing that shouldn't have existed, given what I already knew about the world. And likewise the flying. I- I remember that I used to be sick. Weak. I'm not now."

How did she not notice that her memories were messed up!? That feels like the kind of thing she should have been able to realize immediately. 

Well. The sex plant probably had something to do with that, actually. Rather distracting, that.

She can remember Earth, facts about it, and memories of her past. But- she can't pinpoint where those memories end, the last things to happen before she woke up here. Which of those memories she's pulling up right now is most recent? What were the last two weeks like? She has no idea.

"Awww. I'm sorry to hear that. The pheroplant is a special variety, but it's far from the craziest thing you'll see around here. Glad you're in a better state at least!" 

Her hands gently fuss along her sides, settling the covers a little comfortably around her skin. 

"Speaking of! Need food, water, anything like that?" 

Hmm, does she need any of that? No. Which is- a bit odd. She hasn't eaten anything in a while. Well, chalk that up to one more unexpected change.

"I think I'm fine, which is odd on account of how it's been kind of a while since I've eaten or had anything to drink."

How changed is she, exactly? Are any of the changes things she'd mind? The, uh, new equipment downstairs is a bit disconcerting, but she doesn't really mind, beyond the bit where it showed up outside of her control. Needing less (or no?) food and water is more uncomplicatedly nice, but- well, you'd think someone would ask, if they were trying to be nice. But maybe stuff like this happens naturally to people in this strange place?

"I've, uh, actually noticed some other changes to my body. Is that- the kind of thing that happens on it's own around here?"

"Not too often! Usually that'd require some sort of massive latent talent manifestation - which is certainly possible in a case like yours..."

Huh. That's interesting.

"Is there any way we could check whether that's what happened?" she asks probably-Topaz's breasts. They really are quite large. And all that cleavage is rather eye-catching.

She blinks and looks away. She really hopes that wasn't noticed. She tries to catch her visual attention on the pretty pretty hearthfire. It's less magical and thus less obviously interesting than some of the other stuff in the cabin, but it's also moving and thus will be a bit easier to keep her eyes on.

"There is! Unforunately, the testing for the kind of changes that you've undergone tend to be rather... intimate." 

She smiles softly, and lightly sways over to the side to keep in her eyesight. 

And her eyes are back on the pretty lady's breasts again. 

Oh no. 

It seems to happen without her really realizing it, is the problem. She's intently focused on not looking away from the fire and then suddenly she's very much not doing that.

Well, she'll just look away again.

Any second now.

"Um. Intimate how?"

That isn't looking away at all, Lilian! That was words! Words, not eye movement! They really aren't very similar kinds of things!

"The changes that you've undergone look like they're all over your body and deep into the structure of your soul. At minimum, I'd probably need to pat you down and get a sense of how your body is giving feedback to your mind." 

She ducks her head a little apologetically. 

"It currently looks stable and you don't need to do anything right now."

She stretches her shoulders up from the little head duck, her breasts jiggling enticingly in her dress as she straightens up.

Oh wow, that jiggling-

No, focus. Think about the things she just said, Lilian.

If you can't look away from her boobs, at least multitask.

"I don't think I'd really mind that? And I'd prefer to know what was going on with my body."

She finally manages to tear her eyes away and back to the fire.

Why is she having such a hard time looking away? Something about the- she thinks it was called a Pheroplant? She- normally wouldn't find it very hard. Actually. Wait. She's an idiot. She should be an adult and bring this up out loud so the woman who actually has any idea what they're doing here knows. What if this is the first sign of pheromone overdose or something?

"Uh. Also. This is kind of embarrassing but- I'm kind of. Um. Well, you've probably noticed the thing where, I'm, uh, kind of having a hard time not ogling you. That's- really not normal for me? Is that- worrying, or something I should expect given the thing with the plant?"

"It'd be very normal - but you've recovered so well already that it's a little odd..." 

She rests her hand against her cheek, feeling the flush of her cheek and the little eddies of her spirit as her soft warm hands settles into place.