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Dog-mom hummed happily to herself as she tended to her gardens, weeding, watering, and planting new flowers and bushes she had picked up the previous day. Even though it was the middle of summer, with temperatures approaching the upper eighties, it had failed to reach the truly blistering temperatures the weatherman had predicted the night before. And seeing how her kids were off at summer camp, Dog-mom figured it would be best to occupy her rather extensive free time by improving her green thumb. She already had a rather expansive garden stretching from the front of her house around the side and well into her backyard, much to the chagrin of her children, but while they were away, she'd continue to weed, tend, and plant to her hearts content.

Then she came to the plants she just bought. She didn't recognize the packaging or even the company that sold them, as they were from a specialty store she found while driving. But the owner said they were fast growing and fast blooming, something Dog-mom couldn't pass up. Carefully, she dug holes around one of her forsythia bushes and dropped three seeds in before covering and watering. "I wonder how long they'll take..." She mumbled to herself, checking the packaging again and again before discarding it and going inside. Her sister, Demi lounged on the couch, dressed in her usual pull down top and ripped jeans. "You know you spend too much time out there, your kids are going to pitch a fit when they see the latest additions." Demi spoke, somewhat annoyed that her sister had invited her over than decided to go planting instead of talking about their plans for the rest of the week.

"Please Demi, they'll never notice." Dog-mom replied, pouring herself a glass of iced tea and sitting across from her younger sister. "Besides, it's calming for me, especially with those new seeds I bought." Demi's ears rose at the mention of new plants. "Are you sure they won't die like the daffodils?" She teased, enjoying the cross look as Dog-mom glared at her sister. "Yes, they will, and they're fast growing too." Demi continued to tease Dog-mom as they conversed throughout the afternoon until it started to grow dark.

As the light faded, a low rumble rippled through the house, growing slowly as dishes clattered together and books fell one by one off the shelves. "What the hell?" Demi asked, sitting up and looking around as Dog-mom rushed to catch falling books and picture frames. The rumbling steadied and stopped soon after as Dog-mom let out a horrified scream. "My forsythia!" She cried, bolting out the door as her beloved tree withered away before her eyes. "What the... how did this happen?! All I did was plant those..." She looked down at the gnarled and ugly looking flowers that took the place of her once beautiful tree. "Weeds!" She cursed, dropping to her knees and pulling and tugging at the plants. But, no matter how hard she tugged and pulled, it seemed their roots had already taken hold as the rest of her garden started to wither before her eyes. "No, no, no, no, no, no!" She cried, pulling harder as vines began wrapping around her legs and slithering up her dress. Demi, who was standing on the porch, looked on as her body refused to move. "Ma- Mab-" She stuttered, her eyes transfixed as if she was watching the makings of a train wreck.

Slowly, more vines began to sprout as one lashed around Dog-mom's hand, pulling it into the now tumultuous ground. "What? What's going on?! Demi! Help me!!" Dog-mom cried, realizing the trap she sprung. Much to her mortification, Demi too was caught in the trap, vines lashed around her legs as she fought them off with a pair of scissors. "MABEL! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU EVEN BUY?!" Demi shouted, slowly losing the battle against the vines. "I don't know! The package was written in Chinese so I assumed they were oriental!" Dog-mom cried, her other hand sinking into the loose topsoil as more vines slithered up her arms. She felt the vines slithering around inside her sun dress as they slipped beneath her lace underwear.

The vines felt soft against her fur as they curled around her full breasts and slithered between the cheeks of her plump buttocks before wrapping around her torso. "Hey! Get out of there!" Dog-mom cried, renewing her struggles as the cool soil covered her legs and thighs. There was no easy way to see behind her as the vines explored the exterior of Dog-mom's body, but from the sounds and cursing, she could tell Demi was losing. "Mabel!" Demi screamed before her voice was muffled and it faded. "Demi!" Dog-mom cried, barely able to make out Demi's raven hair sinking beneath a bare patch of dirt near the porch. "Oh no..." She said, shocked beyond belief as her own torso and chest sank beneath the dirt. "Please... someone hel-mph!" Dog-mom's tried to yell as a thick and phallic shaped vine bullied its way into her mouth as dirt covered her vision and her hair slid beneath the pulsating, near liquid dirt.

When her vision cleared, she found herself hanging in a large, underground vault with almost half a dozen other women including Demi. "Demi?" She asked, her voice strangely hoarse as her eyes adjusted to the light. "Demi, are you alright?" To her shock, Dog-mom found her sister wrapped in a myriad of vines, her eye's glazed over as the faint sound of swallowing mixed with the sound of holes being violated. Her sister had obviously been subject to the plants assault longer than Dog-mom as her normally toned belly had swelled and jutted out prominently along with her breasts. Scraps of cloth hung from her body as the vines tightened and loosened with an unnerving rhythm as her breasts were vigorously milked by a pair of plants that looked like the angel trumpets Dog-mom planted. To make matters even more odd, something that looked like a Calla Lily had fashioned itself onto Demi's muzzle, no doubt to pump whatever juices or sap that kept her in a state of passivity.

Much to her dismay, Dog-mom found her turn had come as a vine coiled around her neck as another Calla mimic slithered into view. Dog-mom clamped her mouth shut as the mimic tried to force its pistol in, but finding resistance too great, it started focusing on other avenues of attack. Dog-mom's sun dress and lace were torn to shreds, leaving her body at the mercy of the vines. She felt them slither across her luscious frame, taking advantage of her restraint to inflict all sorts of embarrassments on her. A set of two Angel's Trumpets flowed in unnatural ease over her voluptuous breasts before affixing themselves to her nipples. Dog-mom started to groan as her tits were stroked, pulled and covered in a sticky sap that seemed to increase their sensitivity as her chest was molested. Another two vines slithered around her thighs and pulled them open as her slit and sphincter hung in the dry, dusty air. She felt vines begin playing with her holes as her clit was pulled and rubbed while her sphincter was made subject of several probing vines.

Their smooth texture, but knotty texture did little to ease the pain of entry as Dog-mom yelped, giving the Calla mimic enough time to suction itself to her muzzle. The pistol tasted sweet like honey but held a salty must to it as the flowers stamen invaded her nostrils, feeding Dog-mom a mix of oxygen and rose smelling aphrodisiacs as her will slowly crumbled. Everything began feeling strangely pleasant as the vines continued to molest her body, tendrils probing her buttocks didn't feel as painful as when they first started, and the one playing with her clit made her moan in undiscovered pleasure. Soon, slit was invaded by more vines as they probed her dripping hole, spreading it wider as they jostled and wiggled inside her sopping depths. This, combined with the aphrodisiac kept Dog-mom constantly close to orgasm as the vines explored her holes.

The vines continued thrusting into her, spreading her slit and sphincter as two other vines slithered towards her holes before the vines pulled out, leaving Dog-mom on the precipice of cumming. She did not have time to register what was happening as the heads of the vines bloomed into what looked like daffodils and pushed into her. She felt the petals of the flower glue themselves to her vaginal canal and anus as dozens of smaller tendrils pushed into her uterus. Dog-mom cried out as the tendrils began thrusting into her again, brushing against her g-spot as they violated her buttocks and cervix. Soon, she felt pressure building as another vine, much larger than the ones produced by the daffodil mimics emerged through both of the flowers. They felt like penises as their quick and sudden entrance sent Dog-mom careening into an orgasm, her eyes grew out of focus as her body shuddered and spasmed in her restraints.

Dog-mom groaned as the phallic shaped vines pushed deeper into her, their outlines providing an almost macabre illustration as they toyed and played with her body. She felt the one in her mouth begin to push into her throat. Her esophagus stretched to accommodate the growing girth of the Calla mimic's pistol as it started thrusting, leaking a sweet and sticky nectar as Dog-mom swallowed as much as she could. In the back of her mind, she knew she should be resisting, struggling to get free from the vines and their insidious arousal, but her body refused to respond. Pleasure gripped her like a tyrant, overriding her control each thrust of the vines and with each mouthful of the nectar swallowed. Another rush of pleasure further disconnected her mind from her body as she came again, shuddering as lightning bolts of pleasure ripped up her spine and travelled through her body. She felt her juices pool in the Daffodil mimics as her breasts began leaking milk into the Angel Trumpets. Even through the haze, she saw small bulges rise from her breasts as the plants greedily devoured her bounty.

The vines continued to pound her, driving orgasm after orgasm as Dog-mom felt her body shiver in near constant pleasure. Suddenly, Dog-mom felt the vines and the pistol push deep inside her, causing her to shriek as her hole and throat were stretched as their girth grew before releasing their nectar into her. The effect was almost instant, Dog-mom came one final time as her belly grew larger and larger as more nectar flooded her womb and stomach. She let out a loud groan as her belly matched that of her sister before the vines and the pistol rapidly withdrew with a pop as each hole leaked amber fluid. Dog-mom's eyes fluttered as she let out a drunken groan, feeling the world slowly fade as she slipped into unconsciousness.

Dog-mom woke up, finding herself buried waist deep in her backyard and feeling sore as the light initially blinded her. "Ugh..." She moan, a headache prevented any coherent thoughts from stringing together. "What happened?" Dog-mom tried to move but her body felt like molasses, responding in slow, imprecise jerks. Her eyes began to adjust to the light as the outline of her sister's body began to form. "D-Demi?" She mumbled, straining to get a good view of her sister. "Demi... what's going on?" Her sister responded with a drunken groan, her mouth lulled open as Dog-mom's vision returned.

"What the?!" She shrieked, seeing her sister completely naked with an engorged belly. Her breasts hung heavy above it while her lower body was completely below ground. Dog-mom looked at herself and found a similar situation as her belly jutted out like she was pregnant again. Dog-mom screamed for help as she tried to pull herself out of the ground, finding an unnatural amount of resistance despite the ground being oddly barren. Eventually, Dog-mom was able to wiggle and pull her way out of the ground, finding fibrous roots wrapped around her legs and buttocks as well as thick plugs pushing against the entrance of her sphincter and slit.

Standing proved difficult as her legs wobbled and jerked, threatening to give out as Dog-mom tried to pull Demi out of the ground. Muffled snapping and popped heralded the retrieval of her sister's lower half as the same fibrous roots clung to her legs and amber plugs jutted prominently out of her holes as well. Dog-mom collapsed next to her comatose sister, feeling the weight of her stomach as the morning sun warmed her skin. She did not know why, but she felt like sleeping as she curled up next to her sister, spooning her as she drifted to sleep.

Well, I can't exactly say that this was commissioned, but a few months ago I asked Cherrikissu if I could write a story about her character Dog-mom. And I started it at the beginning of the month after trying to work on the second story for my Misadventures series, and this turned into another slog that I don't feel happy with, but at the same time, I'm not to disappointed with how it turned out. Let me know what you think and what suggestions you have for when I go back and edit this.