Tyra hums, typing the password for her computer and logging in, checking her internet connection. "Hmm, still restricted... that's no good, I have important work to do!" She huffs and rests her cheek in her hand, pulling out her phone with another, going straight to speed dial.

The phone rings for a few seconds, giving Tyra some time to think back on her encounter with her best friend only an hour ago. The unicorn horn dildo sits on her desk, some of Sam's saliva still coating it.

"Internet troubles again, Belle?"

"Goddess! It's so nice to hear your voice! Yes, my mom banned my PC from the network... Uhm, I was so horny without my viewers, so I gave my bestie some of the gum and we..."

"Honestly Belle you're so dense, I thought you were told not to contact me anymore, you have to go through your handler, you shouldn't even have my number. As for the internet issue, you're being sent a package that you can use to set up a private network, so you can resume streaming soon just hold tight and do try to keep your tongue to yourself."

Belle frowns, despite the fact that she has a hand between her legs already, rubbing herself pathetically to the voice of her former bully turned idol, Helena.

"I-ah-I know but, my handler didn't answer the text I sent... and I don't know her, but I know you in real life so..."

"Babe, you knew me in real life once but don't be delusional. Anyway, the reason your handler was predisposed is because you were seducing and fucking her in your little sex den disguised as an innocent girl's bedroom. The irony being that knowing our Sammi, she wanted to fuck you more than you did her anyway. "

"Wh-what? Sam's not, she's not my... they look nothing alike."

Helena giggles, then hangs up. 

Belle groans, feeling so aroused again already. 

"I forgot to make out with her, that would have been sexy..." The girl imagines Sam's tongue curling around her own, the girls making lewd noises and fondling one another frivolously. Her eyes lock onto the spit soaked sex toy upright on her desk and she quickly reaches for it, sliding the tip past her lips as she lets her eyes fall shut. 

Sam flops onto her dorm room's bean bag chair with a happy, blushing face. After kicking her feet like a teenager she rolls over and looks around the room, a mess as always. Unlike her room at home, it is only half her fault for the state of disarray... after all, she has a roommate. Speak of the devil, Sam hears the shower stop and a minute later, her roommate comes out wrapped in a towel with her chest exposed. With her head tilted back, Sam's eyes lock onto the upside-down round E-cups, sat there on her roommate's chest as if to mock her. Thankfully, she is already red-faced. 

"You look pleased with yourself, Sam! Did you have a date or something, sorry about this I didn't hear you come in!" 

"N-no need to apologise." The tomboy blurts, feeling a little disappointed in herself for being reduced to this state every interaction she has with her angel of a roommate. 

"If you say so." The busty brunette says with a serene smile. "Oh my, it's a mess in here again, my bad! I thought you were still at home with your mom, so I totally didn't hold back. I lost my cool earlier and sort of took it out on the living space... again, hehe." 

Yes, Sam's angelic roommate, Aubrey, is also a demon.

A few days later

Aubrey reluctantly removes herself from the end treadmill with a bemused expression. She has never heard of a gym kicking somebody off of a treadmill for using it too long, maybe she was ruining their electricity bill or something? The thought makes her laugh to herself and the incident is already forgotten, within no time she finds herself sat on the changing room bench, humming a tune while a flock of girls in the year above her soon have her surrounded. 

"Oh, is there anything I can help you ladies with?" She asks in a polite tone and with a choice of words that both seem a little forced. 

"Hey, I'm Cynthia, we're on the track team. So, one of our members has gone AWOL, meaning we have a free slot."

"How nice!" Aubrey responds, before looking back down and starting to untie her trainers. 

"Uhm, so..." One of the girls cuts in.

...

"Hey, bitch, you gonna sign up or not?"

Aubrey looks up, her face calm and sweet. "Why would I do that?"

"Don't play games with us, you were running like you were possessed the entire time we were here, showing us up honestly..." 

"Ah." Aubrey scratches her head, looking embarassed. "Oh no, that's just because I was pissed off."

"Wha..." All of the track girls react in unison.

"Apparently, running is a good way to destress and vent frustration, at least so I was told... so I tried it out but I'm still kind of pissed." Despite her words, her face is an icon of serenity, not matching up at all.

"You're messing with us, you tried it out? I... granted I've not seen you here before but, there's no way that was a first attempt."

"Oh... are you asking me if I've ran before? Sometimes I run a bit to catch up with my train if I woke up late, but that's just a few minutes and I could usually jog."

The girls all look at Aubrey like she just spat on their family names.

"Looks like we have to teach this bitch a lesson, girls, she's just gonna keep mocking us." 

The group of girls, all in black shorts, sports bras and vests, nod in response. The ringleader, Cynthia, pouring the half full bottle of water in her hand onto Aubrey's head. The girls laugh, looking more like a pack of hyenas than a track team. "Pfft, she's probably too top heavy to run straight on a track anyway!"

Aubrey stands up without saying a word, causing all of the girls to jump back, suddenly looking alarmed. She looks Cynthia in the eyes with a perfect poker face. "Thanks for that, I needed a good cooling down, hehehe." 

"Um..." Cynthia, too startled to move, does nothing as Aubrey leaves the changing room. 

"She was still in her gear... and she left her shoe, Cynth let's-"

"I don't want to follow it, Gemma, I don't know what it is..."

At least the weather is nice, Aubrey thinks to herself peacefully as she exits the gym and sets out on her journey home. Walking partially barefoot is an interesting experience, but she decides that it is not something she wants to try again. Thankful for that newfound knowledge, she ignores the strange looks shot her way, along with the wolf-whistles. 

"E-excuse me dear, are you alright?" A woman at a market stall asks as she passes by, Aubrey considers ignoring her but the woman is being polite so she smiles and nods. "You're soaked, what happened to your shoe?" The elderly flower stall owner seems genuinely concerned for her, warming Aubrey's heart some and calming her rising fury. 

"I was hot and my shoe had holes in it, are these lilies?" 

"Oh, sweet thing, are you being bullied dear?" 

"Ma'am, I'm 22."

"Don't you have any friends?"

Aubrey's eyebrow twitches, is this woman secretly from hell? Of course she has friends, her adorably rough around the edges roommate is like... one of many!

Before the girl can verbalise that she is not the loser this sweet old lady seems to be painting her as, the woman is handing her a... plant pot?

"I don't have any either, I never have!" That's legitimately heart breaking news, Aubrey thinks to herself privately. "But nature is everyone's friend and it doesn't discriminate. I have so many friends now, so I'd like to give you this one. It's so tiny right now, but if you care for it, I'm sure you'll find the whole process more rewarding than you could imagine."

"You're... giving me a plant?"

The woman smiles. 

"Um, for free right?"

"Yes, dear, I could never charge for friendship."

Aubrey glances at the price chart for the regular stall to her right. "Sure, thanks."

A few more days later

"Whoops... I wrecked the place again." Aubrey looks around at her destruction, brought about by the death of her Tamagotchi. Thankful that Sam was once again over at her parents', she sits down on the sofa and finishes off the can of Blissfuel energy in her hand before tossing it aside. She wonders how her roommate Sam can drink the stuff all the time, it tastes gross to her, but Sam insisted she try some. Her eyes catch sight of the plant pot she had been given days prior, laying on its side on the floor, a victim of her rampage. She scoops up the plant, giving it an apologetic look before setting it back on the windowsill and lighting up with excitement. 

"Aubrey II, you're finally sprouting!" The girl's pitiful Tamagotchi and the grief she had felt over its passing are now distant memories, Aubrey has a new friend! Sayonara, lonely heart.

Aubrey happily waters her new plant, making sure not to drown it and end this beautiful new friendship prematurely. Would it be weird to talk to a plant? The girl decides that it would, so resorts to private whispers. Oh wait, Aubrey suddenly realises she has no idea what type of plant this actually is... what plant food does she need to buy? A quick google search later and the disappointment sets in, water and light is the most boring diet on the planet, so she needs to eat to the fullest for both of them. 

"Aubrey II has a stem and buds and everything Sam, it's amazing! You should bring over your friend Tyra sometime and we could all admire it and then hang out or something."

"Uh, yeah maybe, jeez I've never seen you so excited it's kinda creepy. I didn't know you were into plants and stuff." Sam stretches herself over the beanbag chair lazily, as she often does in the early afternoon when she should be studying.  

"I'm creepy?" Aubrey asks, with concern in her voice, poking the plant to see if it reacts.

Sam suddenly jolts up, fearing for her life. "What haha no! No no... Did I say creepy? That's odd, I meant... cute?"

Aubrey turns and her eyes sparkle, her heavy chest bouncing from the motion. "I'm cute?" 

"I... I don't... I'm not..." Sam is unsure how to answer the question, as she stares at her gorgeous roommate, is this a trick question? A nefarious trap, maybe? She just stammers until Aubrey loses interest and returns to her plant, sighing in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster.

"Hey, why is the microwave unplugged?" Sam yawns, having woken up in the afternoon again. 

Aubrey is sat by the windowsill, not bothering to turn away to answer the question. "It burnt my food, so I was going to throw it out of the window... but the window locks saved it."

"As if that's what stopped you! That's insane! I'm literally terrified of you! It was your fault the food burnt, don't blame the appliances!" Is what Sam would have said, were she brave enough. Instead, she simply said. "Ah, gotcha... how's Aubrey II?"

"She has weird stuff growing on her, what are these pink things?" Aubrey holds out the plant pot, giving Sam a close look. 

"Uhhh I'm no expert but they look like spores, it's what plants use to reproduce... I think." 

"Aubrey II you kinky girl, you're gonna get some before I do, hehehe!"

Sam stares at the two Aubreys, apparently both virgins, this fact blowing her mind. 

Aubrey wipes her brow, taking a deep breath and taking a large gulp from her water bottle. Again, she has been respectfully asked to leave the gym. This is getting ridiculous, does the management want to give her a persecution complex? Apparently, attempting to climb the punching bags in a fit of rage is a big no-no here, she must have not gotten the memo... sheesh. Back in the changing rooms, sat on the bench and lifting up her top... it always gets stuck on her chest, which would be comical if it didn't kind of get on her nerves. As she finally peels it over, her large breasts spill out, popping out of her bra from the momentum and eventually coming to a stop. Aubrey looks up at the girl on the bench opposite her, who seems to be staring at her. 

"Uhm, may I help you with something?" She asks in her overly polite tone of voice again, the girl in front of her beet red. "Oh, Cynthia right? Still in the swimming team?" 

"It's the track team, you know it is! Stop fucking with me and g-get dressed already." 

"I'm going to take a shower first, actually, I didn't need one last time because you sorted me out!" 

"Yeah well--"

"Do you want to take one with me, maybe you can ogle my chest more freely there, hehe." 

Cynthia leaves in a huff, after throwing Aubrey the trainer she left here the other day. "Oh, there it is..." 

A while later, Aubrey leaves the gym in her regular clothes and a black gym bag, taking the scenic route home and entering the college dorm about half an hour later. 

Sam should be in, she notes, so she tries the handle and the door swings open... to an unexpected sight. 

The entire room is filled with a light pink mist, with barely perceptible white specks floating within it. 

Aubrey's eyes widen at the peculiar sight, the girl looking around the room until she notices Sam collapsed on the floor face down. "Sam!" She calls out, concerned for her roommate's safety. The busty brunette charges into the room without thinking and makes her way over to Sam, inhaling the strange mist and the little white balls that tickle her nostrils and the back of her throat. She kneels down beside her roommate on the floor and shakes her shoulder. "Sam? Are you okay?"

"Mmffmffffrss..." Sam's face is smushed against the floor, so her response is muffled... it also sounds off, though. Maybe she fell and has a concussion? That makes sense to Aubrey, as this think air is already making her feel nauseous. Carefully, she turns Sam over onto her back, only to find the lewdest expression she has ever seen on a real life human being. Sam's face is incredibly hot and contorted in... pleasure? She has hooded eyes and her jaw hangs open, while she continues to inhale through her nostrils which are flared. Looking down, Aubrey realises that Sam has one hand under her loose t-shirt, grasping at her own chest, while her other hand is buried between her legs, tweaking herself into endless bliss. She looks possessed, not even reacting to Aubrey's presence... actually, did she speed up? The tomboys' toes are curled in delight and her clothes stick to her in the same way Aubrey's had at the gym before she changed. 

"Ahh, what is this... stuff?" Aubrey tries to shake Sam out of her stupor, but the girl only groans and thrusts her hips desperately in the empty air. She once again notices that her plant, Aubrey II had somehow been knocked onto the floor. She knows that now is not the time, but covers her mouth with her hand and journeys across the messy dorm room to pick it up. Her hand already smells strongly like the rest of the room, a few of the sticky white specks had landed on it too and funnel into her nose as she breathes from it. Why is this stuff here... and why is it making her feel so disoriented?

She picks up the plant pot, only to realise that a series of roots spilling from it are connected to the floor, then the wall... then the ceiling? Aubrey looks up at the ceiling and gasps, it is covered by... well, by Aubrey II! Spores cover its surface and the white specks seem to fall from them almost like snow, so light that the slightest change in air current seems to send them off in any direction. Aubrey coughs and a series of them shoot out, weighed down too much by moisture to continue floating in the mist... 

How many has she already inhaled? The girl begins to panic, only causing her to breathe more erratically, her large chest heaving. She just needs to get out of the room and call for help, but unluckily for her, the door swings shut when its let go of, meaning if she cannot make it in time... they might not be found for a while. Aubrey tries to work herself up again and channel her anger, but for some reason with every passing second she grows a little more apathetic to their situation, while feeling just a little weaker. Standing up might become difficult if she takes to long, never mind walking. With all of that in mind, the girl dashes for the door, only to be almost immediately tripped over by her traitorous roommate... Sam had suddenly grabbed and squeezed Aubrey's ankle, moaning herself as she did.

Aubrey makes impact with the floor and winces, more accustomed to abusing this room not being abused by it. The fall knocks the air out of her lungs and as she gasps for more, she inhales a huge amount of white spores... they seem to be more dense the lower in the room you get, as they all eventually float to the floor. For a second she seems to lose focus completely, but then she snaps herself out of it and tries to push herself back up. Unfortunately the mist in the room makes the air much thicker, forcing Aubrey to take deeper breaths than she would usually need to. Sam presses her nose into Aubrey's ankle and sniffs up the spores that had settled on her skin like a vacuum. The feeling of her roommate using her like this makes Aubrey feel hotter, she's never had such an intimate interaction before... 

Her mind wanders, the smallest distractions seeming to throw of her focus completely, all the while letting her breathe in more and more of Aubrey II's spores. Aubrey remembers Sam saying they were something to do with sex, why is she thinking about that at a time like this? Why is she so horny and hot all of a sudden? Her thoughts feel all clogged up, like something sticky has been spilled all over her brain and messed up her mind. 

Before she can think to stop herself, Aubrey traces a finger over her crotch, gasping at how good it feels. Whatever she is breathing in, it seems to work like an aphrodisiac, pushing all of the girl's naughtiest desires into the forefront of her mind while sweeping everything else to one sticky heap to the side. She feels hot, too hot to get back up to her feet. She has to crawl, no, that's too much effort. What's the point? If she's going to fail anyway, why even try? Aubrey feels so apathetic now, not even seeming at all panicked or even concerned over her predicament. She can barely even comprehend it, it seems so silly that she cannot help but giggle at the absurdity. Her plant's spores are making her a simple, giggly slut, for some strange reproduction purposes? That's just too silly to be true, she must just be tired. 

Woah yeah, she is tired. Actually, she is incredibly tired. Hot and tired, sticky and tired, horny and tired, her thoughts as thick as honey and her pleasure centres firing off like a disco.

When did Sam take off her trainers? She thought she felt something nice on her foot! Hehe, Aubrey giggles again, letting Sam do what she wants. She remembers the state of Sam when she found her, is that what she now looks like? The idea turns her on so much, even when she knows it should be a red flag. Aubrey thinks to the best of her ability, which is very very limited by this point, plants don't need to think. Wait, something about that seems very wrong.  No, she is still a little off what Sam was like, after all, the girl was freely touching herself all over and was already completely gone. Switched off mentally, turned on sexually, just like Aubrey II needs. 

With a lot of effort, the sluggish Aubrey rolls onto her back, her legs resting over Sam's tummy while the blank slut worships her feet. She feels unbearably hot now, so she lifts off her top and lets it join the rest of the discarded clothing on their messy floor, having to once again pull it over her breasts and let them flop down theatrically, of course. The girl then pushes her bottoms down, along with her underwear. The feeling of her glistening slit in the open air of the oh so humid room makes the girl moan, parting her legs slightly, one foot resting just shy of Sam's armpit while the other stays on her chest.

Aubrey's top rests just over her now exposed breasts. She brings her hand up and sinks it into the hot, pillowy flesh, her nipple stiffening and poking through the gap between her fingers. She closes her fingers around the nipple and rolls it between them while groaning out like a slut, the girl now happily taking in more and more of the lovely spores without a shred of resistance. Trying to follow Sam's earlier example even closer, she quickly thinks back on it... thinking becoming as slow as wading through... ummm, what's a thick liquid? Hehe.

The brunette's hand slides down to hover over her crotch once again, her warm skin radiating heat onto her palm, a sparse layer of spores sitting on the skin and the contact seeming to send more signal to her brain and pleasure centres, Aubrey jerking and twitching uncontrollably in reaction to the stimulation. The girl has never felt half as intense as this in her life, even during her greatest fits of rage. This... this is... 

"A-amaazinnnggghh!" 

Her jaw goes slack and her eyes glaze over, losing all focus as they begin to hood just like Sam's. She's so perfect now, just what Aubrey II needs, she's so happy to take in more spores... as many as she can, she wants to be as useful as possible. She's simply a part of Aubrey II, she's needed to serve a purpose, useful for reproduction, her and Sam. It feels so wonderful that her rare, occasional thought is one of overpowering gratitude, obedience and pleasure... it makes her shudder and moan every time, but the thought seems fleeting and leaves her a little emptier every time. Just as roots had spread all over the ceiling, they begin to cover the walls, then the floor. As Aubrey feels the roots begin to form around her and Sam, making them part of the overall system, a dumb smile covers her face and she lazily reaches climax, knowing that will be the first of many. 

A few hours later, the two girls are in the same positions they had been in before, their minds completely hollowed out and refilled with nothing but lust, happiness and compliance. For all intents and purposes, the girls in their current state could barely be considered human, just extensions of the plant known as Aubrey II. On their glistening, dripping skin grow small pink flowers that seem to feed on the sweat and heat, leaking out a sticky orange liquid when they've swollen enough. The strange nectar seeps into the skin it touches and seems to further fuel the girls' arousal and perspiration, creating a cycle that results in more flowers. Some of the nectar drips past the girls' lips and into their mouths, which has a much stronger effect on them, even in their docile states, the same effect appears to occur when it leaks into their parted labia. 

Both girls' breasts are given special attention by the plant, small roots branching off and curling up their chests in spiral patterns. The tips of the roots then sat at their nipples for a while as the plant fed from the two girls and continued to grow, before it forms small little buds that attach themselves to their nipples with small thorns. The prickly sensation might cause the girls a slight discomfort, if they were still in control of their bodies and minds. 

An hour later, their chests have noticeably swollen up by a considerable amount, both easily at least a cup size larger, Sam no longer looks as small and perky as she once did while Aubrey's look huge. The two girls' fingers continue to pleasure themselves mechanically, a subconscious effort now designed for efficiency, fit for function. The roots attached to their nipples are latched on tight and start to reap their rewards from the two women's chemically activated mammary glands, suckling slowly, this is still a plant and has little actual strength. The process is long and drawn out, but the girls are too blissed out to feel sore, they're just happy!

Knock knock

"Hello? Is anybody in? Well, the door is unlocked so I'm stepping inside." A woman's voice sounds from the other side of the dorm room door. 

The door is pushed open, several stiff roots snapping or bending in as the woman forces her way inside, stumbling in as she does from the sudden lack of resistance. 

"Woah..." Her efforts are rewarded with the aftermath of Aubrey II's reproduction. Small saplings are spread around the room, seperate from the roots but seeming to be nearly sprouted despite a lack of soil and limited sunlight. In the middle of the room, which no longer carries the same pink mist it had before, is Sam and Aubrey, blank naked heaps who served their purpose and served it well. Their breasts have not shrunk back down but no longer have the suckers attached, while they are covered by the dried up nectar and flowers that produced it. The woman steps over the roots and saplings, moving closer to inspect the unconscious roommates. Her nose scrunches at the heady scent of the past few hours but she figures the two must be parched, so she grabs the water bottle sticking out of Aubrey's discarded bag and gently pours some into each of their mouths, taking care to not make them choke. 

"Well, this explains why you were missing from your shoot earlier, Sam, you had streamers to handle too at seven..." Helena sighs, before snickering. "I haven't seen this stuff before, though, I'm not high up enough to hear anything but the rumours, but the Blisscorp botanical research department was in a real panic about some mix up with a missing produc-- what the fuck am I talking to myself for, huh? You can't hear a word, can you?" She grins and brushes her nails over Sam's bust. "These are about as big as mine now, so I suppose I can't tease you anymore. Shame."

Looking content, Helena puts her phone up to her ear. "I found her, she and her roommate appear to have been mated with by that plant your people were looking for, so you're welcome for that. I hope this means you can trust me enough to let me in some more, it's my old classmates and me that tested your product initially, we're the most susceptible and the best subjects, I just wanna get rich easy so you can trust that hehe... Oh, uh, yeah. It's got a load of saplings but they're not near the mating phase at all, so it's lucky I got it. Blisscorp owe me one, I'd say, so I'll send you the address for your clean up crew if you promise not to mess with my mind any more than your probably already have. Deal? Deal."

Helena slips her phone back into her jacket pocket, looking around at the aftermath a little more. She wonders to herself how things moved so quickly, this had to have all occurred over no more than a few hours, but Blisscorp aren't stupid enough to create something so blatantly unnatural if they want to control people from the background. It's almost like something was used to multiply the effect and spiral it out of control... 

...of course, Helena has no way of knowing that Sam had swallowed two sticks of Blisscorp engineered bubble gum earlier that evening. 

Life's happy accidents.