Mei hefted the wide rippling stem draped through the forest. It pulsed as if something flowed through it, and it rippled quicker as she held it in her hands.

It had to be what she was looking for. Part of the system that fed magic throughout the forest.

Mei’s studies at the magic academy had brought her out there, the Thautural Rainforest, a land dense with plants sprouting with magic. The trees grew bigger than anywhere, the foliage thick enough to cast the ground in perpetual dark, yet flowers grew like each had its own personal sun despite cast in darkness. Most foliage defied the laws of physics, as the forest was saturated with magic the way a normal rainforest dripped with humidity.

It was growing, too. The trees expanded and the magic spilled out. This was a problem, for its magical denizens were so saturated with magic they were in constant heat, always horny, their inhibitions dissolved, leaving them eager to snatch up anyone they could find to smother their minds with lust. Mei wanted to find the source of this intense magic, and perhaps stop it from spiraling out into the world.

Of course, it was dangerous to explore the jungle. She and Faris had traveled there together to watch each other’s backs, but Mei wasn’t going to let a little danger slow her down. When Faris had stopped to rest she picked up a trail matching the streams of magic her research suggested tied to the rainforest origins.

She’d told Faris she’d go on ahead, and his muffled, moaning response sounded assenting enough for her.

If Mei’s research was right, some sort of central plant spread magic throughout the entire rainforest. Most of its stems were embedded in the ground, but if she could follow it, perhaps she could find the source.

“Why, hello there, who do we have here?”

Mei jumped back as a figure curled around a tree and swayed towards her. The figure’s green skin immediately warned Mei this was a magic denizen, and her grin and staring eyes suggested she was not likely any different from most of the forest. She certainly looked the part of the sexy figures told in tales, her breasts swaying in a top like red tulip bulbs, her hips rocking in a garment like a tulip leading to a thick stem-like tail leading behind the tree.

Mei snapped back to her senses. She couldn’t get distracted now. She backed away, still holding the stem that held the key to her research.

“I’m sorry, I don’t really have time right now to—” She squeaked as the stem twisted and wrapped around her, binding her arms and suspending her in the air. She glanced at the figure then back at the stem. The bottom of the figure past their tulip waist looked just like the stem.

“Don’t be silly, we have all the time in the world out here.” The figure—jinn, plant girl, whatever she was—pulled Mei close in her cool hands. “I just want to get a good look at you, you’re quite pretty.”

“Uh, um—thanks?” Mei waited for a hypnotic scent or pollen or something to flow past her, but nothing changed.

“Not as beautiful as me, of course.” The plant lady ran a hand down her voluptuous body. “Wouldn’t you like to be just as beautiful as me, with pretty eyes and a pretty smile?”

“What? No, I don’t, uh—let me go, please?”

“Don’t be silly,” the plant lady said. “My last guest is enjoying it very much, as you’ll see.”

The leaves above rustled and a cocoon of the plant lady’s long stem lowered, even thicker than that squeezed around Mei. The coiled stem gripped another figure up to their chest, one more thick loop around her neck. A smile spread over her face as she sat as still as a log—Mei wasn’t even sure she was breathing.

Her eyes pulsed with green and blue and pink, but even more concerning was her green skin, lighter and paler than the active plant lady but definitely green. Her tangled hair fell in burgundy, and under the stem coils her pale violet shirt ripped as if too small for her chest, not as big as the plant lady’s but still impressive. Fabric sprouted from the shrunken shirt like petals, and some of the shirt was blue, elsewhere as red as the plant lady’s outfit.

“She’ll be as beautiful as I am, soon.” The plant lady moved the captured girl in front of Mei, face-to-face. “See how happy she looks, how beautiful her eyes are?”

“She looks, she looks, uh . . .” Mei looked into the girl’s eyes, an endless rippling of green and blue and pink, as endless as the horizon, as infinite as the universe. The colors never ended, no origin, she could stare deeper and deeper and deeper and she would never stare deep enough to see where they start, could never stare deep to be satisfied.

Mei’s eyes widened as she stared. It felt good to stare, to lose herself in the endless pleasure of the colors. The girl looked so happy with her wide smile, Mei wanted to be happy, she wanted to see pretty colors, she wanted—

With a gasp Mei blinked and turned her head away. Green and blue and pink swam in her eyes, and she blinked them out, though her thoughts still spun. She’d started to be hypnotized.

“Aw, sorry, my dear, I suppose your transformation hasn’t advanced far enough to make your first catch yet.”

A cool hand gripped Mei’s chin and pulled her around. She tensed up, but before she could pull away the plant lady had her staring into her eyes, pulsing with that same green, blue, pink, but so much stronger, Mei’s thoughts melted, her vision melted with the colors.

“Don’t worry, though, I’ll finish capturing her for the queen.”

“For wha huh . . . ?” Mei’s eyes drooped as the plant lady twisted her mind with her hypnotic eyes.

The plant lady lifted her head, pulling Mei’s up in a nod that shook her thoughts loose. The stem curled around her neck as it bound her tighter, growing thick around her legs to squeeze her in place.

“You want to be as pretty as I am, don’t you?” the plant lady said.

“Ahhh . . .” Mei couldn’t form any proper words as her mind sloshed with hypnotic pleasure. The plant lady pulled the half-transformed girl close, holding her head in her hands as Mei’s mind was bombarded by hypnotic colors.

“You’ll be just as happy as she is. You want to be happy, you want to be blissful, you want to be me.”

As the stem squeezed Mei’s body it pierced her flesh with pins, but any sharp feeling melted into pleasure as her senses were taken away from her and wrapped away by the plant.

“I . . . Ah . . . Ah . . . Ah . . .”

“Surrender yourself, and let me remake you into us.” The plant lady lifted her head, pulling Mei’s gaze into a nod. With each lift of her head her heavy eyes widened, and her lips spread into a smile as she gave in to submission to her new mind.

“You’re me, mine and ours, and no longer need to be yourself.”

Mei’s smile stretched wide as the stem coils squeezed and tightened its embedding into her body.

She stared mindlessly, smile wide as the other captured girl, her transformation soon to be completed.

The plant lady, her newest victim wrapped in her stem and halfway to sharing her appearance, and the newest plant lady followed their stems back to a bulbous plant bulb rising into the treetops, covered in flowers and shimmering in all the colors of the rainbow.

Among them other plant ladies, all identical in appearance save their petal color, returned to the plant once more.

No words were shared between the plant lady and new plant lady. The new plant lady already knew everything she needed to. She didn’t know anything else anymore, only that which the plant lady, and the plant lady she had met, and the one she had met, had already known.

The queen bulb, the first of their line, a jinn who merged herself with a plant, who once transformed a hapless traveler into a copy of herself to transform another, spreading her mind to many others until they could all melt into pleasure together.

“You have such an honor.” The plant lady squeezed not-quite-Mei’s face in her hands. “Very few get to enjoy the queen bulb’s pleasure in a partial-state, and that pleasure will rapidly transform you into a perfect copy of our progenitor.”

The new plant lady kissed not-quite-Mei’s lips. The plant lady kissed the new plant lady’s lips. They resumed their return to the queen bulb, not wanting to keep her waiting.

At that first orgy, the queen bulb imbued herself with so much magic she transformed, growing into a towering plant that spread her roots and stems and flowers across the rainforest, intensifying its level of magic and forever altering it.

Her first few copies spread, heightening the magic as they caught, fucked, and transformed wanderers, building the queen bulb’s power with every lustful encounter, strengthening the magic she spread throughout all the forest.

Never satisfied, always seeking new copies, new lusts, growing her magic and her presence, deepening her roots, broadening the magical rainforest she has transformed into a deep reservoir of hypnotic lust, expanding until everything and everyone is her, or else has enough magic that they resist her transformation but in exchange are overtaken by their own lust.