As your hands lifted the golden statue off its pedestal, you watched as it began glowing with a blinding radiant light and just as you avert your eyes, it was gone. The statue had vanished from your grasp and you heard a terrible rumbling sound above your head. Shaking in fright that you’d set off some kind of booby trap, you watched as instead the roof of the temple exploded outward, exposing you to the sun. You also observed cold, fresh natural spring water rumbling up through the stone floor, pouring through long over clogged channels surrounding the altar. Now once again they were channeling fresh clean water towards the altar.
Towards you.
Just then, you heard a voice coming from inside your head, speaking to your very mind and senses both. “At last. A new champion for the land. A new supplicant steps forward to don the mantle of the green.” The voice was warm and sonorous, proud and feminine, with an undercurrent of inviting sensuality.
You began to experience a sensation comparable to butterflies in the pit of your stomach, though you couldn’t fathom why. You thought to back up from the voice, only to find your feet betrayed you. Indeed, you were now held fast to the very stone. You looked down only to shriek in shock. Your shoes and socks had just been ripped apart as your feet were… taking root. You watched in dawning realization as your lower extremities planted firmly in the stone, as a dark green stem and the petals of a rich cyan colored flower unfurled around you. You were now standing in what resembled a large basin formed from the fronds of the plant, as they seemingly accommodated to you, creating a kind of makeshift seat in the bowl of the flower for you to sit upon.
“Sit back, champion, recline and savor your remaking.” The voice bade you.
Without even realizing you did so, you obliged her invitation, witnessing as a viscous amber fluid began to pool in the flower, rising up your ankles, up your calves. This nectar smelled sweeter and more intoxicating than anything you’d ever experienced. Your rational mind struggled to deny that any of this was happening, telling you to run. Yet the more you inhaled the flower’s pheromones, the more at peace you felt. You sighed in relief as those terribly constricting garments, that stuffy shirt, those constructing jeans, those restrictive undergarments, all unwound into their most basic fabrics before slipping off your body.
Helping the magic along, you threw your shirt and bras over your shoulders as your pants were disolved by nectar. You moaned in satisfaction as your naked body basked in the sun and wind. Your hands palmed your bosom as your already respectable bust expanded to a voluptuous, erotic silhouette. As your chest enlarged, you began to smile as you watched your skin start to flush with chlorophyll, dying your flesh a soft greenish hue. Your cooing grew more fervent as you felt something warm and sticky caress your fingers, you looked down to see a trickle of the same nectar dribbling from your erect nipples.
Tentatively tasting it with the tip of your tongue, your back arched in ecstasy as the wildly delicious liquid ran down your throat and settled hot and soothing in your stomach. You began to orgasm as the plump lips of your labia began to gush out yet more sap from deep within your innermost folds.
Now fully embracing this libido, you tenderly coaxed your sweet spot with your fingers, massaging the nub of your sensitive clit while you ran a hand across your stomach, a brilliantly shaped tight core with vivacious curves tapering into a cushiony rear and plump, substantial thighs. Your flesh was now all but completely turned to green as the color rushed up your face, your bright red blushing cheeks flushing dark viridian as you rode out another mind shaking climax, leaving a trail of sap up along your belly and over your bosom as you sensuously let your fingers roam up your body. At last, you found your short dark brown hair tumble down your shoulders as a long living mane of bright metallic blue, the same vibrant cyan as the flower petals that had become a part of you. You stroked your hair blissfully, inhaling its rain-like scent as it descended past your waist.
Your chest heaved as your roots locked onto the earth, drinking the temple’s water while your skin absorbed life from the hot sun high overhead.
“Arise Alraune, soul of the rainforest. The renewal of the green begins today!” The goddess’ voice purred. You detected a note of admiration and even desire in her voice as she heralded the end of your ascension.