You look down at yourself as you feel the changes (and the orgasms) slowly pass...the seed pods stop pulsating, and withdraw from you, the two attached to your breasts detaching with a wet "pop". The pods retract into the thorned plant that changed you, and it ceases its movements, a few vines still wrapped around your lotus half as if possessing you.
You can't believe this. You're a flower below your hips. You're amazed you haven't fainted, woken up, or died yet. You touch your lower half, parting the petals to see that your stem is short, as thick as your torso, and very firmly buried in the earth. You give an experimental twist of your hips, and find that your petals simply shake, defying you.
Your hand strays across your exposed belly, which dips low before intersecting with your plant body. You abstractly wonder how you're ever going to have sex again. The thought confuses you, as you wonder why you would even consider sex at a time like this, when suddenly you realize that you can still feel your pussy. You poke about the petals and stem, trying to find the source of the feeling, but all you find is plant. This confuses and frustrates you immensely. You place your hand on your lower belly and try to push down below the line where your petals start to grow, but it's certain; your human body stops just above where your pussy used to be.
Then a thought crosses you. You move your hand up. The feeling increases. Your hand drifts up to your belly button. You start to tingle. You slip a finger into your belly button, and push. It sinks in, and you feel the familiar sensation of penetration. That must be what the pod in your belly button was doing. Your pussy in now in your belly button.
The rest of you isn't bad either. Despite not being able to move, you're somewhat impressed with your body. You're not especially busty, but your breasts do seem incredibly firm, and your human half is curvier than before. Your hair and skin have slight tinges of green. You suspect there was some sort of mental change as well, since you seem to be taking this all so well.
Suddenly, you hear voices and footsteps approaching. You look around, swiveling on your hips as much as you can, and scrape up the bits of your clothes that are left, and snap your petals shut around you. If anything, you'll just look like a big, closed flower. You hold your breath and listen as the voices get closer...