...an empty ceramic flower pot.
That sure was strange, that small pot wasn’t there a second ago.
I took a step forward to take a closer look at the empty pot and I swear the damned thing was magnetic or something because my right foot got sucked inside the moment I went near it. I tried getting the pot out of my leg but it was completely stuck, besides, the pot was so small it had been miraculous how my foot had managed to fit inside in the first place.
To tell the truth my entire leg felt strange. It was getting thinner and thinner by the second. I was terrified! I was about to try and run away to break free from the pot...until I saw my left foot.
My left leg had gotten extremely skinny as well. But what shocked me the most was my foot...or the lack of thereof. Where my foot was supposed to be, there was nothing at all! I lifted my leg and looked at its pointy end. It was like looking at the tip of a wooden pointing stick. Just like so.
That explained how my right foot had fit inside the pot. I lowered my left leg and whoops! It got trapped inside as well. Goddammit! I couldn’t move at all!
I was sweating profusely. My extremely thin legs shaking, struggling to hold the weight of my upper body. I must have looked ridiculous, there in my birthday suit with both of my legs stuck inside a comically undersized pot.
I could hear Maria and her husband talking. She was talking about casual stuff without a care in the world, although maybe she was just trying to distract that bull of a man from going into the bedroom, you know, to give me some more time. But time for what, I wonder? I tried to rub my chin thoughtfully, but I shrieked when I noticed my hands had turned into two feeble green leaves!
My arms quickly receded into my torso, rendering my hands...I mean leaves, completely useless. I wiggled them a little. I could still feel them as an extremely flat and fingerless rendition of my hands.
This was so trippy... Was I really turning into some sort of tree?! I hadn’t noticed until now, but my skin tone was becoming green. My torso diminished in volume until it became as pathetically thin as my legs and lost definition, my nipples and navel vanishing completely from the stick that sustained my still human head. Then the entire room began to grow bigger as I shrunk down in size...That was when I realized I wasn’t even becoming a tree, but a fucking plant!
“Oh shit, not that as well...!” I cursed as my genitals shrank away into nothing except for my foreskin, which for some reason it remained hanging in there, just with nothing shameful to cover up. But even so, I could still feel my genitals deep inside me but...in some other place. I couldn’t really explain it.
All my skin below my neck had turned green. I looked like a small human head on top of a fragile stem, two leaves and a foreskin. My “excess” muscle and body fat had dissolved away into the pot, which now was full of dirt. It was hard to imagine that this dirt used to be part of my own body.
For what happened next I felt thankful that my transformation didn’t cause me any actual physical pain, because after my foreskin turned peachy pink four cuts appeared on its tip.
It looked like the petals from a bud, but it looked empty and hollow. There was something missing.
My head just then got swallowed up by my stem. I was surprised by the sudden darkness, until finally light came.
Oh god, I felt so fucking aroused and relieved as my head came out. If I were to describe the feeling, it felt like a strange mix between sprouting out a raging boner free from your tight pants and taking a good shit after having been holding it for too damn long. It was the purest form of liberation.
But then the feeling stopped. My head felt cold and very exposed. I looked around and saw the pink petals that used to be my foreskin all around me.
Oh, shit...
Fuck...
If someone were to see me right now, they would only see a cute flower that had been recently bloomed. My head was just a deep pink bud enveloped in peachy pink petals. The tip of my featureless bud-face had two huge “lips”, which I wasn’t sure if they used to be part of my mouth, my pisslit, or both.
I was completely sure I didn’t belong to any particular species documented on the surface on the Earth. But yet, considering I was such in a bad shape, stunk badly and looked so fucking ugly for a flower I was sure nobody would give me a second glance, not even for scientific interest.
Unlike a regular plant I was completely sentient, and I was able to sense my surroundings. Like a regular plant, however, I was completely incapable of human speech and my only movements had been reduced to lightly swaying my two “leaf-hands” and excreting a repugnant fragrance from my “lips” which reeked of male testosterone.
I was so fucked. From the bottom of my heart I hoped Maria would be able to revert my change! She wasn’t just going to leave me like a potted plant forever, right?
“Oh, so you say you brought a new plant?” I heard the burly Toro say as he opened the bedroom door. “Let’s take a look at it, I know you have very good taste for ‘em.”
I gulped. The giant muscle bound husband of the random girl I had been about to fuck was going to see me and I was just a shivering and foul-smelling little potted plant on the floor. I hoped he wouldn’t suspect me... Do plants need to pee? Because I was just about to soil myself!