The older woman addressed the other two. "Ok, let's get in, get what we came for and get out. No dawdling and no heroics. The first sign of trouble we run for it. In and out, understand?
"Sure thing, doc!" The blonde said with a smile.
The man looked concerned. "You sure we should be doing this, Dr. Taylor?"
The older woman nodded. "Pete, three top organismic biologists say this
place has the most exotic fungi yet undiscovered by science."
Pete frowned. "Yeah, and those three top organismic scientists have also
disappeared without a trace."
Dr. Taylor shook her head. "It's dangerous work to hunt for rare mushrooms
these days. Their work--our work--takes us to places that have become dangerous.
You've got rebels in South America, kidnappers in the Central America, hell,
drug cartels are growing pot in our own national forests and they won't think
twice about murdering you if discover their operation. Whose to say what
happened to those scientists and where it happened? We just have to be careful.
That's all."
The blonde turned up her nose. "If you're so afraid Pete, you can always
wait here. Just don't expect to be named in any of the research from the
fungi we collect."
Pete's frown descended into a deep scowl. "I'm not afraid, Anne, I'm just
saying burglary is not in my job description of research assistant." Anne
was a research assistant too. They both knew Dr. Taylor would only be able
to keep one of them at the end of the year. Their competition to be that
one was fierce. The tension between them brought a smile to Dr. Taylor's
sensual lips. She believed competition insured good research from her assistants,
which ultimately redounded to her own reputation. She also took a perverse
pleasure from seeing how far her assistants would go to stay in her good
favor.
"We're not burglars, we're trespassers." The doctor replied casually. "Come
on, let's go. Remember, in and out."
The trio jogged into the forest, finding their way between a dense growth
of oaks and laurels, the branches and leaves of which blotted out the sun,
preserving the dampness from a recent shower. The group scanned the trees
around them for any signs of guards or guardians.
Pete halted abruptly. "Wait!" He barked, holding up his hand to stop the
others. "There is someone in that clearing up ahead."
Dr. Taylor peered at Pete's discovery. "There is something there, it looks
like a person but it's not moving. Lets take a closer look."
The three crept forward, keeping the figure in view, ready to bolt if it
so much as lifted a finger. As they got closer, they could hear the gurgling
of falling water.
When they reached the clearing, Dr. Taylor sighed in relief. "It's a fountain
statue!" She declared.
The statue they found was a nude woman, curvaceous and busty in the extreme.
Her pose had her looking behind her, an expression of surprise fixed on
her face, with an arm raised as if something had startled her. A white liquid
spurted out of her nipples, falling into a circular pool in which the statue
stood.
"A milk fountain?" Pete said surprised.
"The owner of this place has some weird taste in art." Anne added.
"All we know is that the owner is a `her' and she is so reclusive that no
one has ever seen her--or least no one has seen her and lived to tell about
it." Dr. Taylor said, putting theatrical emphasis on her last sentence.
"Oh great!" Pete complained, slapping a hand against his forehead in disbelief,
a vision of the newspaper headline "Three Scientists Mysteriously Disappear.
Foul Play Suspected!" floated through his nervous mind.
"Losing your nerve?" Anne teased.
"No!" Pete growled. "I just like my field research to be a little less strange."
"We're not here to admire the the lawn ornaments, you two" Dr. Taylor told
Anne and Pete. "Remember, in and out. Lets go!"
The three moved deeper into the estate, where the woods became even thicker
and darker. Mud tried to capture their shoes and drops fell upon them like
tears from wet, wind-trembled leaves.
About ten minutes past the statute, something on the ground caught Pete's
attention. He sank two his knees and lowered his face close to the muddy
earth. "Holy shit!" He cried. "This is a species of mushroom I've never
seen before."
Dr. Taylor knelt down beside him, inspecting the find. "You're right!" She
exclaimed with excitement. "And look over there, there is a new shroom too!"
Pete and Dr. Taylor set down their packs, removed their tools and set about
gathering samples of the strange fungi.
"That's about it." Dr. Taylor said after they had collected their finds.
"In and out. Let's get out."
Pete looked around. "Hey ,where's Anne?" He asked.
Dr. Taylor shrugged. "Damn, I was so focused on collecting samples, I lost
track of her. Look, there are her footprints. She must have gone ahead."
Pete stepped forward but Dr. Taylor grabbed his shirt. "Where are you going?"
She demanded.
"To look for her, of course." Pete replied, surprised that she was holding
him back. "She may be a total bitch but we can't just leave her here."
"Remember what I said. In and out. If she can't follow instructions, she
deserves to get left behind. We can't jeopardize all the samples we've taken
by getting caught!"
Pete shrugged off her hand. "Take your samples and go if you want to. I
am going to find her and let her know we are leaving."
Dr. Taylor paused. Her instinct was to leave but there was also safety in
numbers.
"Okay, have it your way. But we are only going to spend five minutes tops
looking for her and then we go. Understood!?"
Pete did not agree but he nodded to shut the doctor up. He was creeped out
by the place and also didn't relish being alone here.
Unbeknownst to Pete and Dr. Taylor, Anne had walked ahead but not by accident.
Any research on the samples they collected would have to be shared, with
99% of any prestige from the work going to Dr. Taylor as principal investigator.
Anne wanted to sneak some samples for her research alone. They would be
her ticket to a tenure track position and her own lab.
After shuffling along a short distance, Anne found what she was looking for--a
patch of mushrooms unlike any she had never seen in nature. They were about
a foot tall with wide and fat caps, each a hue of cartoonish color dappled
with white polka-dots. They reminded Anne of an obstacle from a video game
she had played as a kid. This fit the bill for the kind of sample she was
looking for, in spades!
A light childlike giggle interrupted Anne's excitement. She stood up and
looked around pensively, "Who's there!" She hissed.
"It's just a shroomgirl,have no fear. Take a look, right down here." A high
pitched voice beckoned to her.
Anne looked down at the mushroom patch. A purple-capped mushroom tilted
back to reveal a human face.
"Holy crap!" Anne cried in surprise. She fell on her butt and scrambled
backwards.
"I did not mean to give you a fright. You'll find that shroomgirls are quite
alright." The mushroom laughed.
Anne regained her composure and crawled toward the mushroom for a closer
look, eyes wild with disbelief as they ranged from cap to stem and back to
cap again. The face was that of a pretty Asian woman, perhaps about Anne's
age. Inexplicably, she had hair, which matched the purple color of her cap,
which was tied into a pony tail. The human features continued into a long
gorgeous, deep breasted, feminine body. A lack of any arms accented her
snaking curves, adding more definition to the already deep sweep down her
waist and ascent over the hips, making it a cross between a shroom and a
busty Venus de Milo. A thick crevice of cunt ostentatiously added to her
femaleness but farther below her waist the body resumed its fungi-like appearance.
Legs were molded together forming a long stalk that descended into a ball
like vulva. Her "skin" was a blank white dotted with purple polka-dots,
the same color as her hair and cap, a hue shared by her nipples as well.
The creature's voice was high-pitched and clear, what you would expect from
a cutesy animated anthropomorphic critter.
"What the hell are you!" Anne gasped when her voice finally returned to her.
"I'm a shroomgirl, that is so. Shroomgirls are the best, you know."
Anne shook her head quickly to clear it. "I'm hallucinating! I have to
be!" She told herself.
The shroomgirl chuckled, "Oh shroomgirls are very real. Part shroom and
part girl, that's the deal."
Anne concluded after enough shaking her had and pinching her skin that she
was not dreaming and the shroomgirl was not a figment of her imagination.
"Do you, like, have a name or something?" Anne asked with a stutter.
"I have three names that others call me. Shroomgirl, Harumi or shroomgirl-harumi."
"Harumi..." Anne murmered aloud. That name was familiar. Didn't Dr. Leslie
Frank at Emory--the Dr Frank who had told Anne's boss about this place, the
Dr. Frank who had disappeared-- have a grad student named Harumi Ichada?
She thought to herself. They had never met, of course, but wasn't it odd
for her and a human-mushroom to have the same name? Stranger things had
happened she decided, like actually being face to face with a human mushroom.
Anyway, this creature was the discovery of a lifetime. It would make and
seal her career. She would take a place in scientific history like Mendel
or Linnaeus.
Kneeling down, Anne took the Shroomgirl's stem between her forefinger and
thumb. "Okay, my little friend. You're coming with me." She told it.
As Anne touched the shroomgirl, the creature's eyes narrowed and her voice
turned malicious, "Oh you won't take me anywhere, because you'll soon be
a shroomgirl without a care."
In an instant after touching the shroomgirl, Anne felt awash in a sickening
feeling akin to being sucked down a drain. At the same time, everything
around her surged up in size, trees stretching from tall to towering; small
rocks around her expanding to the size of boulders; patches of grass growing
to the size of bushes.
Anne swooned and moaned until the falling feeling stopped and things around
her stopped growing, allowing her to regain some composure. As her disorientation
eased, the first thing she realized was she felt like she was wearing some
kind of hat. It looked like she was wearing a hat too. She could see
what looked like a wide brim, sweeping out above her eyes. She tried to
yank it off but found herself merely shrugging instead. Were her arms asleep?
She could not feel them.
Anne turned to her left to examine that arm only to find there was nothing
below her shoulder. Alarmed, she jerked to her right, so fast she flipped
her pony tail like whip, where she found her other arm missing too! On both
sides her shoulders smoothly sloped slong the side of her chest with no sign
or mark to show that she had ever had arms at all.
"Holy shit!" Anne cried as she looked down her body.
Since she was flat chested, it was a great surprise to find a huge pair of
breasts bobbling before her eyes. Her paunchy tummy was now flat and smooth,
encompassed by a new slight waist and broader hips. Below her crotch's thick
cunt lips, her thighs had been fused together. All trace of her humanity
ended where her knees should have been. There, her thigh trunk was attached
to a sac-like mushroom volva fixed to the ground. Her body had lost all
of her natural flesh tones. Her flesh was cast in blank whiteness with red
polk-dots. The only outlier from this pattern were her nipples, thick and
erect and colored with the same red hue of her polka-dots. Since her body
had undergone all these changes she was sure she that she was not wearing
a hat, but had a toadstool cap on her head, no doubt red with white dots.
Anne had been turned into a shroomgirl!
"Oh my gosh, she told no lie!" Anne blurted. "I'm part girl and part fungi!"
If she had arms and hands she would have used them to cover her mouth. Her
voice--it was high and shrill as if she had been sucking up helium. Could
she only speak in silly rhymes now?
"Change me back, change me back!" She shouted frantically to no one in particular.
"Before I have a heart attack!"
Anne sealed her lips again and gulped. Apparently, she had that annoying
rhyming habit of a shroomgirl as well. Then she realized something going
on in her mind, it was slowly losing most of it's complexity, regressing
to a simpler state. Her thoughts had been scattered by her transformation
and were falling back into place in a strange way. Her perspective was rapidly
becoming simpler, as if huge hunks of her past and her knowledge were falling
away from her like fall leaves-the duties of her job, facts from her education,
words and concepts seemed suddenly hard to reach. She felt a giddy silliness
creeping upon her, like any little thing would make her laugh, and it was
harder to remember the past or even think about the future. She knew the
eventual destination, a shroomgirl in mind as well as body, a mischievous
girl-child like the one she had met, playing games and tricks, maybe even
transforming others unfortunate to come her way. She had to fight it but
how?
Anne's apprehension was interrupted by the shroomgirl's giggle. She looked
before her to find the original shroomgirl now stood at eye level. She was
Anne's size now, or more accurately, Anne was her size.
"A shroomgirl forever you too shall be. As a pet of the sorceress, you'll
be so happy." The shroomgirl told Anne and then moved toward her, passing
over the ground as if she were gliding through water. Anne tried to move
herself but she was too new the shroomgirl form and could not budge from
where she was planted.
"No...stay away, shoo!" Anne pleaded, trying to choose words that would
not end in rhyme as if that might dispel her transformation. It was a hopeless
effort, her mind could only conjure silly poetry to voice her thoughts as
if it had been rewired for that purpose. "I won't be a shroomgirl, I won't
be like you!" She moaned.
The shroomgirl was close to her now and their caps were pressed together,
turning up their rims where the touched. The shroomgirl's presence, her
shiny purple hair and sparkling eyes of black onyx created a heave of arousal
within Anne, a growing hum as if her pussy was secretly beckoning this creature.
Anne found herself getting lost in the shroomgirl's eyes. Somehow they
dulled her resistance and made her relaxed and apathetic. Her concentration
was slipping away.
"You think you can choose what you can be?" The shroomgirl teased. "But
you will always be like me. You're a shroomgirl through and through. You'll
soon love being one too"
The shroomgirl swayed to kiss and lick Anne's new huge breasts. Anne tried
to resist but without arms or legs and stuck planted to the ground she was
helpless.
"No, no, no, say it isn't so." Anne wept as coils of pleasure wrapped around
her brain and strangled her resistance.
The shroomgirl locked on to a nipple, sending arcing waves of pleasure through
her new shroomgirl body, obviously designed to heighten any sensual stimulation.
Even Anne's cap seemed to tingle from the shroomgirl's oral assault on her
increasingly hungry tits. The waves of ecstasy surged throughout her with
increasing intensity, their heat melting all the resistance Anne could muster.
Her body writhed as the link between her tits and her swollen, juicing cunt
pounded harder and harder. Her gasps grew deeper and deeper, puffing out
gulps of air as felt herself nearing climax. "Oh you make my body hum.
This shroomgirl is so gonna cuuuuuuuum!" Anne shuddered with orgasm which
had the effect of shaking off all effort to stave off to becoming a shroomgirl
in mind as well as body. She abandoned all thoughts unimportant to being
a shroomgirl.
Anne leaned toward the other shroomgirl and licked and kissed her neck.
"Shroomgirl sex is oh so awsome!" Anne said with a laugh. "Lets get another
shroomgirl and have a threesome."
The shroomgirl nuzzled back, "We'll have a shroomgirl orgy right away. To
welcome our new shroomgirl sister who joined us this day." The shroomgirl
tittered in reply.
It was at this moment Pete stumbled onto the scene. His eyes nearly bulged
out of their sockets at the sight of two shroomgirls rubbing up against eachother.
"Oh... my...god!" Flabbergasted, he said each word slowly and loudly.
Dr Taylor ran up behind Pete. "Did you find Anne?" She asked him.
Pete just stood stupidly, his mouth opening and closing. Finally, he a pointed
a shaking finger at the shroomgirls. Now it was Dr. Taylor's turn to gasp.
The two shroomgirls acknowledged the two gawkers with cheerful giggles.
"Doc! The red-capped one with the red pony tail. That's Anne!"
Dr. Taylor knelt down for a closer look. "So it is." She pointed to Anne's
partner. "And this one is Harumi Ichada. She is part of Leslie Frank's
lab."
"She's shroomgirl-harumi and I'm shroomgirl-anne. We're gonna fuck like
shroomgirls, that's the plan.”
Pete fell to his knees besides the doctor. "How does shit like this even
happen." He asked in disbelief.
Dr. Taylor shook her head. "Don't know. Maybe the mushrooms secrete some
dna- altering toxin. If so, the applications of something like could be
phenomenal. We won't find out until we get them back to the lab."
"Doctor! Anne is a fucking mushroom! Don't you care!?" Pete yelled.
Dr. Taylor shrugged. "Hopefully, what's been done can be undone. If not,
sacrifices have to be made to advance science."
"It doesn't hurt that discovering this will do wonders for your reputation."
Pete grumbled.
Dr. Taylor laughed, admitting to herself there was a lot of truth in that
statement. "Alright. Get them both and put them in sample jars. Use tongs
so you don't end up like Anne."
Pete shuddered at the thought while getting out his equipment. He took the
tongs, placed them gently beneath Anne's waist and, with a little tug lifted
her from the ground.
"Sorry, Anne." He told the shroomgirl. "Hope this doesn't hurt."
Shroomgirl-anne smiled at him with sparkling eyes. "Not at all, my fine
friend Pete. Hey, did you know that shroomgirls are good to eat."
"Huh?" Pete looked at her confused. The speckled light on her eyes drew
in his attention, all other thoughts quickly disappeared. Suddenly he had
the urge to take a bite of the mushroom. The craving was on him so quickly
that any apprehension chased but could not block it.
Dr. Taylor realized too late something was wrong. "Pete, what are you doing!?
Stop!"
It was too late. Pete took a bite as absently as he might eat a chip from
a bag while watching a football game.
Instantly, Pete felt as though the ground was opening up beneath him, to
swallow him whole. Acting on instinct, he tried put his arms out but slowly
these limbs, hands and fingers were were pulled to tightly to his sides and
held there. Likewise, his legs were pulled together so the could not move
separately. It was as if he were being wrapped tightly by invisible bandages
trying to make a mummy. At the same time, his body felt like it was being
squeezed like a balloon, shrinking at the waist and feet but bulging at his
chest, butt and calves at the same time. He bent his head as something weighed
down on top of it.
Despite the feeling of falling, it looked to Pete like the ground was rising
to meet him. Either way his legs were jammed into the earth. He held his
balance and did not fall, shaking his head to clear its fog to find out if
what he feared had happened actually did. A voluptuous, armless, white-with-pink
polka-dot feminine body with boobs to die for greeted her terrified stare.
"Oh my god, it's really true! I've become a shroomgirl too!" She moaned.
Shroomgirl-anne and shroomgirl-harumi slid across the ground, surrounding
Pete before she knew what was happening. By the time she realized they were
upon her, shroomgirl-Anne had a nipple in her mouth and shroomgirl-harumi
had pressed her mouth against her new cunt.
Pete tried to yell but ended up ecstatic moans as the shroomgirls ignited
her pleasure zones.
"Oh yesss...this shroomgirl is not a fella. My name now is shroomgirl-petra!"
She said as the utter rapture dispelled any hope of retaining Pete's original
mind.
Dr. Taylor watched in utter horror as Pete was transformed in body and then
mind. She backed away from the patch.
"You won't get me too!" She cried and tore off, heading back for where they
had climbed over the wall. Panting, she darted past the milk fountain statue
and kept going. A root caught her foot and she tumbled forward, her hands
and knees taking the brunt of the fall. She looked up to see the patch of
shroomgirls tittering at her.
"I've gone full circle? But that is impossible!" She panted as she stood
up.
"Oh but it is quite possible." Said a voice behind her."
In the blink of an eye, Dr. Taylor felt her entire body bathed in the day's
warm humidity. Her clothes had completely disappeared. She was entirely
nude.
Horrified, she tried to flee again but her joints stiffened to the point
that she could only make the barest of movements. She was trapped, naked,
stuck in a pose with her arms and legs bent as if she were about to dart
off in a run, and little better than a statue.
"Who are you!? Why are you doing this!?" She screamed to her invisible tormentor.
The voice came closer. “I am the Sorceress, owner of this garden and all
things in it. As you are now in the garden, you are under my power and shall
become part of it as your friends and acquaintances have."
"Like the shroomgirls!?" Dr Taylor wailed.
"Not just like the shroomgirls!" The Sorceress laughed as she strode into
Dr. Taylor's vision. She was an exquisitely, beautiful woman, wearing a
form fitting dress that caught he every curve. She took a good look at the
nude Dr. Taylor from head to toe. "Oh you do look scrumptious. I could
just take you home and use your for days but I have specific plans for you
and it is always best to go with one's first impulse."
"Please let me go!" Dr. Taylor whimpered.
"Oh no, you see, you have studied mushrooms with the mind for so long, I
think you should learn to nurture them with your body just like the others
of your kind have that have come to me."
The Sorceress cast her glance to the trees nearby. Dr. Taylor looked around
the wood as best she could, her neck barely able to turn, straining to see
what the Sorceress meant
"The trees! They're people." She gasped
Now that Dr. Taylor took a good look at them she could tell that three of
the treess above the trunk had the form of thin, curvy and big breasted young
women with long hair of leafy vines. She had not noticed them before because
they were camouflaged by their skin of bark, their perpetually raised arms
stretching out into long branches above them, hanging over the mushroom grove
and protecting it with cool dark shade. The wooden lips of their pretty faces
mouthed silently until a breeze came and carried their voices forth to be
heard.
"Oh to be a tree. So nice it is, you will see." Their whispers sang almost
in unison until the breeze dropped and they went mute again.
Even in their altered forms, Dr. Taylor could guess who these trees once
were-Leslie Frank, Cora Smith and even Bill Musgrove-the scientists who had
gone missing on the search for rare mushrooms in the Sorceress' garden.
She realized she was going to become like them and there was not a thing
she could do about it.
Before she could make one last plea, she felt flesh tingle and then go numb.
She bit her lip and looked down to see her body was morphing. The dark tone
of her skin changed slightly into the fertile pallor of earth. At her forearms
and calves, her skin had swelled and hardened into a crust of bark, carved
by deep wrinkly grooves. Her feet seemed to have melted altogether becoming
a mass of tendrils fixed to the ground. Dr. Taylor instantly realized what
they had become and what was their purpose.
"Roots!" Dr. Taylor gasped.
Her legs were slipped tightly together and joined together to become one
leaving a long shapely trunk below the knees. Her arms began to rise slowly
until she held them at high angles above her head, Her forearms and fingers
continued to stretch out above her as if elastic. Shoots sprung out of them
at random intervals, each blossoming with flowers which fell to the ground
like snow, leaving dark green leaves in their wake. Her body about her face
and chest were smooth and only lightly furrowed. Her breasts had expanded
and her nips were hard knobs of wood. As she turned her head, she flipped
her hair and saw its blackness had been replaced by the dark serpentine greeness
of vines and leaves. When she tried to speak no words came until a passing
breeze gave her voice.
"I...I cannot believe...I've become a tree." She said in a breathy whisper.
The changes were internal too. In her tree-form Dr. Taylor felt solid as
if the hardness of her skin filled her within. Her blood seemed to run cold-was
it sap now? Through her new roots she could feel the coolness and dampness
of the ground deep beneath her. There was the strange sensation of drawing
something from it and having it filing her as if she were eating a fine meal.
She felt the same feeling from the warmth of the sun that fell on her leafy
branches.
The Sorceress made a gesture and a golden rod-like object appeared in her
hand. It was a figure of a slim woman with a surprised look on her face.
Dr. Taylor guessed that it too once was human.
"You'll...cum...to enjoy you're new life here very quickly." The Sorceress
laughed as the object began to shake and hum in her hand. Dr. Taylor did
not realize she still had her sex after being transformed, a fact that became
all too clear as the Sorceress drove the rod into her, letting it pulse and
pound throughout her vagina. Dr. Taylor threw back her head as her cunt,
her clit throbbing, her pussy drooling white sap as her wooden body shook
almost matching the rhythm of the vibrator. As she found herself sucked
down into a vortex of bliss, she found her mind growing simpler, spinning
off all the accumulated knowledge she would not need for her knew life.
Her mouth made silent screams as her tree pussy's muscles contracted and
blasted an orgasm through her. Her tree sisters swayed in the wind, their
faces shadowed with envy.
The Sorceress removed the vibrator and wiped its sappy surface against the
tree-girl's chest. "Now be good and obedient and maybe I'll send a satyr
or lost woodman to enjoy you before I have my way with them."
A breeze passed by to give the new tree voice, “You will see, I will be your
best tree.” She sighed, savoring the fleeing aftermath of the orgasm.
The Sorceress smiled as the trees gently swayed together over the frolicking
mushrooms as they writhed together in their bizarre orgy. Yet another part
of her garden was coming together quite nicely. A few tips to the right
sources had brought some excellent fodder for her transformations. She did
so hope more would come. Some garden gnomes here would make an excellent
addition.