Janet yawned awake.

It wasn’t a particularly restful night. She had vivid, uncomfortable dreams and she awoke earlier in the night before falling back asleep. She was exhausted.

She opened the door. In the living room, she saw her roommate, Sab, being bound and molested by the houseplant.

“Morning, Sab,” she muttered, then entered the bathroom.

It wasn’t until she started brushing her teeth that she had a double take and ran into the living room, toothbrush in mouth. “Sab!?”

Vines were moving against her bare breasts and grinding against her erect cock. Her arms were bound behind her. She had a blank, drooling expression as a hitherto-unknown flower seemed to be sprinkling pollen into her face.

Janet ripped out the toothbrush, grabbed a broom, and gave the stem of the plant a whack.

“No! Bad! Bad plant! No fucking my roommate!”

A vine wrapped around the broom and yanked it away. By the time Janet realized how much danger she was in, another vine had grabbed her ankle and pulled her to the floor.

“Gah! Damn it!” She tried to struggle as more vines grabbed her wrists and started pulling. “Let me go!”

As she squirmed, a flower quickly bloomed in front of her. Something smelled sweet.

“No!” She struggled. “Stop! Stop… stop…”

Her pleas grew softer until they stopped.

Her mind quickly quieted. Thoughts of worry or terror were gently massaged away, replaced with a warm, comfortable, arousing feeling.

She softly noticed that she was being lifted up into the air, and that a vine was reaching into her pants and stroking her cock. She let out a euphoric giggle.

The flower seemed to almost glow. It span around in front of her.

“Heeeee…” she muttered. “Pretty flower…”

“Pretty flower,” her roommate repeated.

Janet breathed in more of the pollen. Her eyes started to roll back. She distantly noticed a drooling sensation out of her mouth.

She went back to sleep.