Jenny tried desperately not to break down as Becky pushed her down the halls to her next
lesson. Before they got there however, Becky stopped outside the toilets.
"I'm sorry" she said, "But could you wait out here for a minute?"
Jenny just nodded as Becky walked into the loo's to do something Jenny could never do
now. As much as it would seem like a perk for such annoyances to be removed, Jenny felt
like it was just another part of her humanity which had been cruelly stripped away from
her.
As she sulked, she didn't notice a few of the boys whispering something and gesturing in
her direction. Suddenly, without warning, her trolly was grabbed hold of and she was
whisked away before she knew what was going on.
After the initial confusion passed she looked back at her kidnappers. She recognised a few
of them by face but did not know any of them.
"Leave me alone!" she yelled, "Get away from me!"
The boys simply laughed and continued to push her towards the science block. Turning a
corner, Jenny realized they were taking her the the greenhouse and began to protest more,
but again she was just met with laughter.
When they got inside, they lifted Jenny and her pot and placed her on one of the tables.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" demanded Jenny
"Trust us" said one of the boys, "You'll like this."
Jenny, however didn't trust them as they brought her over to the back corner of the
greenhouse and pulled out a hammer. In one quick movement, one of the boys smashed
her pot open leaving her uncomfortably unrooted on the ground. This did not last long
however as they quickly picked her up by her stem and arms and placed her in a large hole
in one of the bigger pots and filled in the gap with the soil from her original pot. Just as
quickly as they had taken her, they boys ran off laughing and leaving Jenny all alone.
Almost as soon as her roots were settled in, Jenny could feel them growing, expanding
with impossible speed to fill every gam they could find. Jenny burst into tears, it had been
too much and it was only made worse by the feelings of her breasts shaking with each sob
and the taste of the tears running down her face; each one tasted just like sap.