Corrupted by the Naughty Diary
Copyright© 2021 by mypenname3000
Chapter 57: The Plant Monster Molests the Sexy Women
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 57: The Plant Monster Molests the Sexy Women - When Kristen Miller buys a new diary, unbeknownst to her, the naughty stories she writes in her diary about her friends and family are coming true!
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Teenagers Mind Control Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Mother Father Daughter Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts
Kristen wants nature to get its freak on.
She starts fantasizing about scenarios as she thinks about the Point Defiance Botanical Garden. Tentacles pop into her head. That screams Japanese. She’s heard of a Japanese vine that grows very fast. Japanese Arrowroot.
Also known as kudzu.
Amanda Taylor
I hummed. It was early in the day before the crowds came in. I was pruning the Japanese arrowroot display. The climate in Washington was conducive for the plant, and so long as we were careful, it wouldn’t spread beyond the display.
I had grown up around an old gazebo. The vines draped over it. It was quite lovely. I had a few other flowering plants growing around it. A Japanese maple lay nearby. It was in our East Asian section of the Garden.
I enjoyed my job.
I could work with plants that everyone could enjoy. Not just a private garden. I was making living art. I felt such a sense of responsibility as I trimmed the arrowroot. The vines grew everywhere with triangular leaves like arrowheads.
I hummed and snipped with my trimmers.
Amanda Taylor has a naughty new version of Japanese arrowroot to unleash her hentai fantasies. She’s bred this plant for one reason only, and she plans on unleashing her creation on the unsuspecting women who come to visit the botanical garden.
First, she needs to prepare the seed. It will grow fast.
Amanda Taylor
I shuddered as I knelt naked in the rich soil. The normal Japanese arrowroot grew around me. The garden would be open soon, and it was time to plant my creation. I had worked so hard to cultivate this plant.
It needed one last thing before it could germinate and sprout.
I thrust the seed into my cunt. It was around the bulb. That was one of the changes I made to it. I groaned as it stretched open my pussy lips. The round seed popped into my cunt. I shuddered as it quivered inside of me. It almost felt like an egg vibrator.
It was a living creature.
My pussy juices soaked it, but that wasn’t enough. It had to be saturated by cunt cream and massaged by the contractions of my twat. I had to climax. I trembled, my black hair spilling around my shoulders. My large boobs jiggled with my excitement.
I shoved my hand between my thighs. I cupped my shaved cunt. The heel of my hand ground on my clit. I shuddered, my pussy clamping down on the round bulb in my twat. My big tits bounced. They slapped together as I moaned in delight.
I masturbated.
I rubbed my fingers up and down my slit. I stroked at my wet folds as I ground the heel of my hand against my bud. I moaned in delight, loving this moment. It felt so good to have the bulb in me. I trembled as I caressed myself.
I breathed in the rich scent of the soil. The wind rustled through my black hair. It was a warm morning and promised to be a hot day. The perfect conditions for my modified Japanese arrowroot to grow and spread and molest.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered, all my work about to come to completion.
The bulb quivered in me. The hentai-kudzu came alive in my snatch. That made me so wet. I was so glad to feel that. I licked my lips as I caressed my cuntlips. I stroked over myself. This was just such a naughty moment.
My fingers danced over my bud. I stroked my clit with my fingers. It felt so good to massage myself like this. I threw back my head. It was just so delicious. My digits grew wet with my juices. It was a fantastic moment.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I whimpered, the heel of my palm grinding on my clit. “Yes, yes, germinate in me!”
The bulb quivered more. It massaged me from the inside, vibrating slowly. I shuddered, enjoying the round seed teasing my pussy walls. My cunt grew hotter. Wetter. I soaked the bulb with my passion as I teased my pussy lips.
The more excited I grew, the more the bulb hummed in me. The vibrations grew stronger. I shuddered, savoring that massaging delight. I slid my fingers to my clit. I rubbed my bud with my fingers, my boobs bouncing.
The rising sun warmed my tits. My juices dripped into the small hole I had already dug in the rich, black soil. I shuddered, watering the earth with my passion. My fingers stroked over my bud. I gasped, the bulb buzzing in my cunt.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Germinate! You’re going to grow so big and strong. You’re going to molest so many women!”
I licked my lips, savoring this moment. It was just so great. My clit burst with sparks as my pussy clamped down on the buzzing bulb. The humming delight melted my pussy. I gasped, my orgasm building and building so fast.
My boobs heaved as I shuddered. My fingers rubbed at my clit. Sparks sizzled from my bud. This was it. I was about to explode. A low, deep moan rose from my throat. The pitch rose as the bulb vibrated fiercely in my cunt.
I rubbed at my clit.
Sparks sizzled.
“Yes!” I squealed and came.
My pussy massaged the hentai-kudzu’s bulb. Stars flashed across my vision. My breasts slapped together at the rapture that swept through my body and drowned my mind. It was incredible to have all that ecstasy rushing through me.
I gasped out in delight, loving every second of this delight. It swept through me. The bulb buzzed away in my cunt, being massaged by my spasming pussy walls. It quivered on the verge of sprouting. I trembled in delight.
“Oh, oh, yes!” I moaned, my mind drowning in rapture.
I thrust my fingers into my cunt and gripped the buzzing bulb. I ripped it out and dropped it into the hole. My pussy cream gushed out after it. I soaked the earth, the tart aroma of my cunt filled my nose. I grabbed the dirt and pulled it over the bulb.
As I did, the bulb cracked. A green vine pressed out.
The first of its many tentacles.
I covered it in the soil, trembling through the last of my orgasm. I groaned, dizzy with my lust. I panted, my ecstasy dying away. I felt so good. I loved this moment. It was just so delicious. I smiled from ear to ear.
The ground writhed. Green shoots thrust up from the ground, twitching. The first of the tentacles. I smiled and waited for the fun to begin.
Amanda grows so excited as the tentacle-vines grow out of the ground. The hentai-kudzu is searching for its first woman. Her. She trembles there, an offering to her own creature, so ready to be molested by the vines.
They twitch and grow in all directions, searching for her.
She gasps when they find her.
Amanda Taylor
I gasped at the brush of the growing vine against my calf.
A dozen green tentacle-vines had sprouted from the bulb. They were growing fast, even for Japanese arrowroot. My hentai-kudzu was the fastest-growing plant in the world, and it craved one thing more than anything else: women.
Pussies. Assholes. Mouths. Nipples. Boobs.
The plant wanted to grow around them. Wrap them up. Molest them. I shuddered as the first vine grew around my leg. The leaves brushed my skin. My cunt clenched as more vines found other parts of me. The hentai-kudzu knew I was here and was eager to molest me. The vines grew thicker.
Longer.
I shuddered as they wrapped around my body. I closed my eyes, feeling the hentai-kudzu growing over me. I shuddered. This was just what I wanted. The vines wrapped around my body. They grew up my legs, searching for my pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered as he came closer and closer to finding my cunt. And it was a he. I made sure that hentai-kudzu were all male.
They needed human females for reproduction.
I trembled as his vines grew up both my thighs. The ground bulged as more tendrils thrust out in all directions around me, searching for other pussy. The plant grew strong enough to lift me into the air. I shuddered, ready for my herbal lover to fuck me.
The first tendril found the folds of my pussy.
“Oh, oh, take me,” I moaned.
The plant felt my hole. The vines twisted around each other, forming into a thicker tentacle. I trembled as the vine-cock plunged into my pussy. I threw back my head in delight at how big and thick it was. It plunged into my twat.
“Yes,” I groaned as my hentai-kudzu fucked me.
His other vines continued to grow over my buddy as the vine-cock fucked in and out of my pussy. I loved the texture of that tentacle-dick. It was so different from a man. So much better. The little leaves tickled the inside of my cuntlips.
The vines grew over my body, reaching up my stomach to my big breasts. The green growth wrapped around them. My toes curled. I was held so securely, bound by my hentai-kudzu. My herbal lover fucked my cunt with force.
The plant monster molested me.
The arrow-shaped leaves brushed my nipples. They flicked over my nubs. I gasped at the tingling pleasure that shot down to my cunt stuffed full of tentacle-cock. The viney dick plunged over and over into my cunt. I trembled at the stimulation.
My ovaries quivered. I knew it was stimulating my body to release an egg to be fertilized. I trembled, my nipples throbbing. The naughty creature knew how to tease me. How to drive me wild. I whimpered at that thick tentacle-cock fucking me.
The shaft plunged into my pussy again and again. I loved every inch of that thick shaft teasing me. I rose toward the moment when I would cum. I could not wait to just burst. My pussy clamped down on the thick shaft.
“Yes!” I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Oh, oh, that’s so good. Just keep stimulating me. Keep working that thick shaft into my pussy. Fuck me!”
The hentai-kudzu rustled. He held me in his green tentacles above the ground. His tendrils reached out in all directions, searching for other women to molest. I shuddered, my pussy gripping that wonderful shaft. The leaves teased my nipples.
They wrapped around my nubs and suckled on them.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I groaned, the stimulation reaching into me. I was ovulating. Releasing my egg. I would be bred by the hentai-kudzu and spawn more of them. “Breed me! I want to be your plant whore! I want to incubate your seeds!”
The plant rustled.
The vine-cock fucked my cunt fast and hard. The tip plunged all the way to my cervix. I shuddered, my orgasm building so fast. I shuddered, my body twitching in his embrace. He bound me tight. My hair swayed, my boobs quivering.
The vines squeezed and massaged my tits as tentacle-dick fucked my cunt. The small leaves massaged the insides of my pussy. It was so much better than a man. No human male could compare to my herbal lover. The tentacle-rod plunged to the hilt in my snatch.
A leaf brushed my clit.
“Yes!” I squealed and burst.
My cunt writhed around the vine-cock.
I suckled at the shaft with my writhing cunt. I moaned, bucking in the wonderful embrace of my hentai-kudzu’s tendrils. My cries echoed over the botanical garden. The vine-dick plunged over and over into my snatch.
All the leaves rustled.
The hentai-kudzu erupted into my cunt.
I squealed in delight at the cum flooding me. The liquid pollen spurted into my pussy and into my womb. I shuddered as he fertilized my egg with his pollen. With his plant-jizz. I squealed in delight, my pussy writhing around his vine-rod.
“Yes, yes, yes, breed me!” I squealed, my body twitching in the green vines. They rubbed against my flesh. “That’s it!”
Spurt after spurt of his liquid pollen flooded my cunt. His plant-cum filled me up. I loved every second of this rapture. The leaves suckled on my nipples and flicked my clit. Stars flashed across my vision.
The sun shone warm on my convulsing body. The rapture drowned my mind. I gasped as my stomach bulged with the writhing seed germinating in my womb. My egg and the pollen-cum had combined.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I squealed as I grew pregnant with the new hentai-kudzu.
My son was ready to molest even more women.
“Oh, oh, yes!” I squealed.
I reached my peak of pleasures. My pussy rippled around the tentacle-cock. My eyes rolled back in my head. My stomach was round with my plant-child. I looked to be nine-months pregnant. I trembled as it writhed in my womb, ready to be born and planted.
I smiled in delight, so ready for my son to molest other women and reproduce.
Misaka Tanaka
I was in America to visit my daughter, Hikaru. She was going to school here at the University of Washington. She wanted to take me to these botanical gardens down in Tacoma, at some place called Point Defiance.
She liked walking there, she said.
All I could do was stare at her pink hair. Pink. She was becoming too used to America, where women did what they wanted. She ruined her beautiful, black hair with this bright color, and that short bob ... She was nineteen.
She should have long hair. She should be finding a husband, but what husband could she find in the States that would be worth having? The country was dirty, but ... Well, this garden was beautiful. We had arrived right when it opened.
“Look at these,” said Hikaru as she moved to the floors. She always had a green thumb. That was why she was at the UW. It had a world-famous agriculture school. She talked about working in greenhouses in a place called Puyallup.
It was an unpronounceable name.
“They are beautiful,” I said to the collection of roses and other flowering plants. I breathed in the beauty of the flowers. The sun was rising. At least it was not as hot in Washington as it was in Japan during the summer.
Nor as humid.
However, I did not hear any cicadas chirping. Those had always meant summer to me, and they had none here. It was strange. Wrong, even. But these flowers were lovely. We walked through them, admiring them.
“There’s the new East Asian exhibit,” she said. “It’s opening today.” Hikaru smiled, her pink hair framing her face. “Shall we check it out, Mother?”
“Oh, yes,” I said, smiling.
We walked across an adorable wooden bridge into a more East Asian section. It wasn’t Japan or China or Korea or Vietnam, but a blend of them all. Flowers I knew from home, trees that made me think of my childhood growing up in sight of Mt. Saitama, of trips up into the Chichibu Mountains. Others were strange sights, plants I had never seen, and yet felt oddly at home.
We moved slowly through the exhibit. No one else was here yet. It was just us. It was...
A naked woman with a heavily swollen belly strode down the path. I gaped at the sight of her. It was such a shocking sight, her large breasts bouncing while she cupped her pregnant belly. Behind her, vines grew along the path. Japanese arrowhead that covered cliff faces and mountain slopes.
“M-Mother!” gasped my daughter.
“Perfect,” the woman said in English. Mine was good enough to understand her. “And you’re Japanese. That’s just perfect. You’ll love my hentai-kudzu.”
She said one Japanese word. Hentai. That meant a person who was a pervert. A dirty old man. What man was she talking about? My daughter grabbed my wrist as she pointed at the pregnant woman’s belly.
It writhed.
Something moved beneath her. I trembled, this wave of fear washing over me. This made no sense. Green vines exploded from the pregnant woman’s pussy. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t even do that. It was too shocking.
The vines hit the ground as they grew out of her, forming into tendrils of more Japanese arrowhead. They lifted her up into the air. She rose, laughing and spreading her arms wide. The vines creeping behind her shot out and wrapped around her breasts, squeezing them.
Milk gushed from her nipples.
“Seize them, my sons!” she cried.
The vines growing out of her pussy, each growing thicker and longer, rushed at us. My daughter yanked on me to get me to run. I couldn’t move, though. I was rooted to the spot. My daughter let me go, screaming and fleeing.
The vines reached my feet.
I shuddered as they slithered around my ankles. I wore comfortable hiking clothes. The vines were warm and wet. They grew up beneath my pants and tore through them. I gasped as my shaved legs appeared. They ripped up higher and higher until my pants fell off.
More vines surged upward for my breasts. I had a nice pair of round breasts. I did not feel the need to exaggerate my D’s. They were a woman’s breasts. I had suckled my daughter and son with them. My husband had enjoyed them before he passed so young.
I was only forty-two. I could remarry. I was still beautiful.
A MILF. That was what they called us.
I don’t know why those thoughts rippled through me as the vines went beneath my baggy top and ripped it open. I gasped as the vines slithered around my stomach. They seized my arms, pinning them to my sides. Tendrils grew beneath my bra cups.
I gasped as they teased my nipples. They were hard. I shuddered as they flicked them beneath my bra cup before another thicker vine ripped it away. No, no, not vines. These were tentacles. I gasped, remembering how popular tentacle porn was when I was my daughter’s age in the 90s.
Some of my girlfriends and I watched La Blue Girl and were astonished by the perversion it held.
Now, it was happening to me. Some sort of plant demon had possessed this woman. An evil yokai or akuma. I shuddered as my nipples throbbed. Leaves suckled on my nubs, the vines squeezing my tits.
Tendrils grew through the legholes in my panties. I gasped as they stroked through my bush to tease my pussy lips. The woman smiled as she drifted near to me. No, no, I was being carried to her. My cuntlips quivered as the leaves stroked up and down my slit.
One brushed my clit.
I gasped out at the pleasure spiking through me. I was suddenly feeling so good. I was dizzy at that teasing brush. More vines grew into my panties until they ripped. I was naked now, my toes curling. I whimpered like a JAV star, my face contorting with delight.
Then the vines grew into my pussy.
“No, no!” I gasped at how good it was as the vines twisted together to form ... a cock.
A vine-cock fucked my pussy.
I squealed again, leaf-mouths suckling on my nipples as the vine-dick fucked my cunt. Pleasure swept through me. I squeezed my eyes shut, gasping out at how good it felt. I moaned and gasped, trembling in delight.
Something pressed against my lips. Something hard atop something soft.
A nipple on a breast.
I latched onto the pregnant woman’s nipple and suckled on her. Sweet cream flooded my mouth. Her breast milk. She purred in delight as the vine-cock fucked my pussy. It thrust into me again and again, stimulating me like nothing I had ever felt before. It was just so wild. I could not believe this was happening.
I gulped down the breast milk as the leaf-mouths suckled on my nipples. The vine-dick pumped away at my pussy. I clamped my cunt down on that thick shaft. I had never felt anything so big and thick and long in me.
It was magnificent.
“That’s it,” cooed the woman in English. “You’ll become like me. A mother of more hentai-kudzu. It’ll spread.”
I whimpered around her nipple, suckling hard. The breast milk flooded my mouth. I trembled as that big vine-cock fucked my cunt faster. My pussy responded. My orgasm built and built. It had been seven years since my husband died.
Seven years since I had been touched by another. I had hardly even thought about sex, but now...
I was ravenous to cum.
I suckled hard on the woman’s nipple. Her breast milk gushed into my mouth. I loved that wonderful delight. The sweet cream soaked my taste buds. The vine-dick pumped away in and out of my cunt. The leaf-mouths felt so good on my nipples.
The stimulation shot through me. My pussy melted around the vine-cock. I shuddered, suckling down more and more of that nourishing breast milk. The fat nub felt so good in my mouth. I nursed hard, the breast milk gushing into my mouth.
“Yes!” the woman groaned. “My son is loving your pussy. Oh, oh, he’s so excited!”
The vine-dick plunged to the hilt in me. I shuddered, feeling this stimulation in me. It was just an amazing moment. I suckled down all the breast milk she had. There was always more for me to gulp down. I whimpered, my toes curling.
My pussy melted around the vine-dick. He churned me up, the leaves growing on the vines tickling the inside of my cunt. The tentacle yokai growing out of this woman’s pussy was such an amazing lover. I was so close to cumming.
I quivered on the edge of bursting.
The vine-dick pistoned in and out of me, stimulating me.