I don’t know what happened to my panties, I guess the plant ate them. “Interesting, it seems to be adapting,” comments the doctor. XXX But I feel movement outside of me too, from the tough root’s that have replaced my panties. I cry out as the plant tweaks my clit hard, and starts kneading my breasts, forcing out more milk. My breasts continue swelling, and the amount of milk leaking from me becomes thicker and stronger with each pull from the plant. The nearest one takes off his white operating gown to reveal a bulging, wriggling, stomach and tendrils of the plant are obviously already forcing themselves through his digestive track. At first, the plant seems to know not to test out the esophagi (plural of esophagus) of the doctors, since that would surely
