“Well, at least you are alive and mobile now. Granted that you are rooted in your little pot and that you can only move your head and arms around.” Nancy said to her friend then mumbled to herself, “If that is your head and arms that is.” While the previous day was filled with Nancy playing around with her transformed toy of Charlotte, she went to bed early last night. So she wasn’t there to witness what the nanomachines would do next for her friend.
As for Charlotte, she was aware of everything that Nancy did to her. The ridiculous outfits that Nancy forced onto her, the countless public places that she took her to, and above all else, the passersby of people who saw Nancy taking many pictures of her. There were even people who saw her getting changed for the next shoot, seeing Charlotte’s unmentionables. But as luck would have it, the “kindness” of those damn bots took away the fine details of her sex, leaving her smooth and sexless as a Barbie doll.
Still, it was embarrassing for Charlotte. And now that Nancy’s collection has grown twofold, she has an ample amount of blackmail material for Charlotte when this is over. So during the night, when Nancy forgets about Charlotte and leaves her on the counter with all of those cursed doll garments, Charlotte spends her alone time thinking up what she could do to get revenge on her. Charlotte stayed up all night, silently bidding for her next transfiguration to get up on her own two legs and enact her attack.
Then the giant clock struck midnight, releasing its bellowing bell sound that sounded like music to Charlotte’s plastic ear. “Come on you foul machines. Give me the ability to get up,” Charlotte said to herself, aiming her hope and frustration at her inner monsters. Sure enough, Charlotte could feel some sensation within her arms. That tingling feeling that was once followed by numbness has this time brought energy back to her stiff limbs. If Charlotte could move her head, she would’ve been able to see her toy arm getting broader and developing a greenness to it.
The fact that Charlotte could feel not only reinvigoration back into her body, but also a strangeness too. That strangeness has broken up her two frim legs into a fibrous mess of roots that stop before the reformed sex. Her chest not only regains her nipples but also sends her modest breasts to an outrageous portion in comparison to her thinning body. The hands soon melded to her flattening, green arms, which soon became simple leaves to catch sunlight and nothing else. Charlotte could feel her neck getting longer and soon enough began to fuse with her narrow torso which looked more like a plant stem.
“Can I just turn back into a human? At least the fairy form allows some movement.” Charlotte’s complaints about the nanomachines went unheard in the empty room, with Charlotte’s lips still stuck in her eternal smile, Nancy snoozing away in Charlotte’s bed, and the bots having no ears to hear the complaints. With the transformation coming to an end, Charlotte could feel her head shifting back toward lifelike, it came with some weirdness too.
She could feel her lips moving once again but felt more bloated and stuck in a semi-permanent pout. Eventually, Charlotte’s inflating mouth soon pushed away from her and with it, elongated her face into a pitcher plant-like look. As her mouth finished blowing up, Charlotte’s vision and hearing were reduced to near blindness and deafness. By the time the nanomachines were adding the final touches, Charlotte, the adorable doll to dress up and play with, had become Charlotte, the fuck-able plant to fondle and “play with”.
So when Nancy woke up and found a weird-looking plant unpotted with massive hooters and DSL that was leaking fluids on the counter where she had left her friend, she unpotted Charlotte's old plant to plant Charlotte. After that messy transplanting, with Charlotte dripping every time she moved, Nancy brought up her laptop to find out what had happened to her friend. "Okay Charlotte, hold on. Can you hear me Charlotte?" The "head" moves up and down while the lips made sucking sounds. "I will take it as a yes."
"So what this transformation is, if you can't tell because you can barely see, is that of a fuck plant. They can suck cocks for their cums like an erotic version of a fly trap and produce nectar out of their nipples and mouth. Now, I am not going to get a man to come in a fuck some cum into you. I'm sure that you can handle a couple of hours without some jizz. So I'm going to leave you by the window while I head off to work." Charlotte was a least grateful that Nancy was kind enough to water her and place her by the window, but the thought of man juice sounded pretty good too.