You regain consciousness unsure of how much time has passed. Your head is swimming and you feel disoriented like you've been drinking too much. You're also experiencing strange sensations: the air, the temperature, the sunshine that filters down through gaps in the tree branches overhead...it's like you can sense them all in ways you never could before. You examine the vines on your arms and try to pull one off. The moment you start to tug on the vine you feel pain, like having every hair on your head yanked simultaneously. You try the other arm and the same feeling happens.
Listening for a moment and still hearing only the usual forest sounds, you decide to strip down and investigate further. Off come your shirt, shoes, and pants leaving you standing in only your bra and panties. Now you have a good look at the vines which have wrapped your legs much the same way as your arms. The vines from each leg cross just above your crotch and circle your torso more closely than your arms or legs before passing just under your breasts, below your armpits, and looping over your shoulders to spiral down your arms. You gently tug at various vines on your body, but each time it gives you that painful yanking feeling.
That's because the vines are attached to you now, rooted into your flesh.
Wait, what? How do you know that? Where did that thought come from?
Connected...symbiotic.
The plant is talking to you somehow! It's like it's inside your head.
Cannot grow alone. Need support - you are like a tree but better. Warmer, better nutrients.
But I don't want to have a plant attached to me!
Benefits.
Like what?
Stronger. Faster. Healthier. Can breathe better. Help protect you.
But I'll be alone! Nobody would love a person with a plant growing on them!
Body will become better. You will see.
People will see me with as a freak. Nobody will want to touch me no matter how good my body looks.
Touch...yes...help that too.
You don't understand, but you have the strange urge to finish undressing. You take off your undergarments as well and stand there, as one with nature as you suppose you will ever been: naked, in a forest, with a vine attached to your body and able to communicate with you through your thoughts.
Connected to nervous system.
I suppose that explains it.
A cool breeze blows through the forest and hardens your nipples. You vines sliding across your chest. You look down and see smaller vines have branched off from the main ones and slowly encircle your breasts, ending with a loop around your nipples. It seems rather strange because a plant is doing it, but the gentle touching is pleasurable. Then the vines slightly contract, giving your breasts a gentle squeeze and your nipples a gentle pinch.
Out here in this forest you love, in the loving embrace of a plant...you feel strangely turned on. After glancing around to ensure you are still alone, you reach for your crotch, but stop when you feel something slithering toward the same place your hand was going. You look down to see another small vine. Now you understand the plant's message about touch.
Guide.
After a moment of hesitation, you gently stroke your lips then guide the vine into your vagina. Closing your eyes, you think back to the times you've had really good sex. You feel the vine sliding into you, moving like an impossible sex toy. You let out a soft moan, but try to focus on imagining a gentle rhythm which the vine soon matches. The touch of the vine soon drops you to your knees. This is easily the strangest sex of your life, but you don't want it to stop. Soon you are laying on the ground on your back, fingers digging into the soft dirt of the forest floor as orgasms begin to wrack your body. You spasm and moan as it all builds to a full-body orgasm that leaves you sweaty and panting. Maybe there are some benefits to being a plant symbiote after all?