"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.
