(Various Plant TF)

“Hello?” a short purple-haired maid named Lilac called out while standing on the outskirts of the flower field next to a hexagonal sitting area surrounded by hedges and with a fountain in the center composed of statues of men and women pouring water from their privates. She looked around trying to find the other where too where to be found. “Daisy? Lily? Dew? Are you girls even still here?” She cried out a bit nervously but go no response.

“Hello?” an unfamiliar voice called out to her from behind. Lilac jumped and turned around quickly and she saw a young woman with long black hair who wore a sundress that did little to hide her large cleavage. “My name is Lisa and you are?”

“Lilac!” she quickly introduced herself. She looked the woman over again. Lisa noticed the girl’s stares and she was used to it. “What are you doing out here? I wasn’t told that any guests would be around my workspace.”

“Oh,” she quickly jumped to respond, “My friends know the owner and we were celebrating one of their birthdays. It was kinda a last-minute thing so I guess it just slip by.”

Lilac looked around and couldn’t see anyone else, “I don’t see anyone?”

Lisa motioned for Lilac to follow her into the center of the sitting area. Inside the area, there were ten potted bushes of flowers on either side of the six gaps in the hedge except for the one they were standing near which was bare. “Here they are, say hi everyone!” she said waving with a sarcastic cheer knowing that no greeting was going to come. She turned to Lilac and smiled, “They decided that as a birthday gift, we would all become flowers. The birthday girl,” she said pointing to the right Azalea bush on the side next to them, ”she loved this part of the garden and decided to spruce it up.” she frowned and shrugged, “Then the next thing I knew everyone’s clothing was turning into pots and they became flowers.”

“If you and your friends were going to become part of the garden wouldn’t it make sense to become something that isn’t symmetrical? If there were eleven of you guys so there would be one missing plant?” Lilac asked.

“There were twelve of us,” Lisa said with a sigh. “You see that statute on the fountain, the dude jacking off a steam of water onto that statue chick's breasts. Lilac looked behind Lisa and at the lewd display that she described. “Yeah, that guy used to be my boyfriend, that stone chick turned him so rock hard that he eventually became rock hard.” She shrugged and pointed at the flower pots that once were her friends, “and that is why I didn’t have a partner.”

“So you want me to become a plant with you?” Questioned Lilac as she crossed her arms and tilted her head. She always thought about becoming part of the manor in some way but she never thought about becoming a plant, let alone wanting to go through with a transformation. She feigned a smile as she gave her answer, “Sorry, but my co-workers should be back any second now so I should get going.” As the maid started to walk away Lisa grabbed her arm causing her to turn around and lock eyes with the smiling woman. “If you call the Mistress she can find another maid or donor who wouldn’t mind transforming.”

“Your friends are all probably plants or something by now,” Lisa said with a smile that tried to fake innocence but it was obvious that she was planting something. The two women know that was a very likely possibility. “The garden takes nearly every maid and guest that visits it. Trust me I have been coming for years and I have lost more friends than I can count to the garden.”

Lilac took a second to think, part of her wanted to indulge the woman and her flora fantasies. While the other part of her wanted to stay human for a long while longer. She looked at the exit to the sitting area and back to the woman. She was right about this garden, no the entire manor can take you whenever you least expect it. One minute you could be cleaning and the next you could be a chair or carpet. Or worst of all turning into some guest trinket Lilac thought, she had seen one too many aspiring young maids end up as some girl's dildo or some guy's sex doll. The thought of something like that happening to her or suddenly waking up as a random piece of furniture made her shiver. The idea of becoming a flower lingered in her mind but she still kept the pursuit of regaining her humanity at the front.

“Aren’t you maid supposed to take care of the guests, even their strangest whims?” Said Lisa with a devious glare that shot through Lilac, “Like becoming whatever they want?”

Lilac froze up, the woman was right. It was only a kindness that any old guest didn’t run off any maid of their choosing. It was Mistress’ secret rule that guests could freely transform a maid or two of their choosing without said maid's voice on the matter if the situation called for it. If Lisa truly has been here countless times that she would obviously know about this secret rule that only those who the Mistress trust tell out of fear of losing her entire staff within an evening. It was a rare enough occurrence that most maids thought it was nothing but rumor, but it still happened occasionally. Lilac felt her heart sink, the choice was already made for her. There was no way the magic of the garden let alone the manor would let the failed symmetry pass.

Lilac felt her legs move on their own as she walked away from the woman and to the left side of the opening on the hedge wall behind her. Her clothing slithered downwards and bunched up like a large dress around her waist, then reversed on itself and hardened into white stone with the outside adorning with nude images of herself frozen in provocative poses carved into her stone pot. As hard as she tried she couldn’t control her legs causing any attempts to escape her new home to be in vain.

“Sorry Lilac,” Lisa said with a sincere frown. “If I left this place asymmetrical my OCD would have killed me.” Lilac watched as her sundress sunk to her waist then ballooned out and reversed itself forming a pot with nude carvings of Lisa adorning it. “Just letting you know that we are becoming my favorite type of flower a lilac.” She said with a smirk. “Please forgive me, but after hearing your name I couldn’t pass it up.”

Lilac signed, “A lilac bush isn’t the worst thing to be transformed into so it’s fine I guess.”

“Well glad that you are happy,” Lisa commented with a giddy smile, “Well it’s time that we join my friends.”

Lilac flashed her a weak smile back. Her legs started to twitch and shift around, her changes were starting. Her legs were the first to change becoming a deep brownish black and coarse with little bits of stone and other particles mixed in. She slowly reached down to touch her legs and gasped as her fingers felt their surface causing her legs to collapse turning into thousands of particles of soil. She barely had time to react as her legs dissolved away filling the pot up to her behind. She winced as her lower body extended into her soil and tore itself apart into roots, it didn’t hurt but it was a shock. What also was a shock to her was her butt which barely poked out of the soil inflated a few sizes. She looked at her inflated rear and saw grayish-brown bark creep up her body. She tried to pull away but it was no use, the bark crept up her chest blowing out her breasts as it washed over them. When it reached her arms they shot up and unraveled themselves into hundreds of branches. She watched in horror as even more branches split off from each of her already many branches. But the look of horror faded as she watched purple flowers bloom on each branch. They were beautiful. She was beautiful, this was her new form she was going to like this forever, not some random piece of furniture or a gross sex object. But a pretty bush of flowers for people to admire. She looked over at Lisa who was almost fully transformed like her. Sensing Lilca’s new happiness she turned and gave her an “I told you so wink” and that was the last thing she would ever do as her face froze over with wood preserving that smug expression. Lilac gave a pleasant smile as she looked onward towards the lewd fountain that she would accompany for who knows how long. Being a flower bush wasn’t so bad she thought as bark crept up her neck, and slowly inched up her head until she was just another flower bush nearly identical to the one next to her besides her stem.

It was peaceful just sitting there in the sun listening to the birds, the wind, and the fountain. Lilac knew that she could get used to this new life. After a while the sound of heavy boots walking down the stone path caught her attention, she couldn’t turn to greet the visitor but out of the corner of her eye, she saw it was Miss. Ivy. Ivy walked around inspecting every new plant in her garden and took note of the addition to her fountain.

She stopped one of the Azalea bushes and talked to it, “Mistress will miss your company, but I think that part of her will enjoy you better this way.” she walked away from the bush with a smile, but stopped in her tracks and stared at Lilac, “This is odd?” she said as she slowly approached her and looked at each flower pot and the statute of Lisa’s boyfriend. “Mistress told me that this was only a party of twelve.” she knelt in front of Lilac and her mouth flew open with delight. “Oh, one of the party's guests got one of my maids involved in their game. Thanks for indulging in their little game, you don’t know how much it means to the Misstress when you girls go above and beyond with taking care of the guests.” She stood back up and waved the new flower bushes goodbye and left.

Lilac looked around at the other flower bushes and felt a new kinship with them she always kinda wondered what it would be like being with the guests and now she was a part of the group, but not in the way she even imagined.

“Agghhhhh!” a lone voice cried in a massive orchard filled with every kind of fruit tree each one’s trunk shaped like a woman frozen in a provocative pose lusting for attention. Under an apple tree, a blond-haired maid with a fake tan sat rubbing her round bottom. All around her were suspiciously boob-shaped apples pilled from buckets thrown on the ground.

The maid named Peach slowly got to her feet grumbling angrily as she dusted herself off. She looked back at the face frozen in the bark and flipped it off and turned and stomped away. But her foot landed on an apple tripping her causing the maid to go flying through the air on landing hard on her behind once again. After recovering from her fall she sat back up and shook her head, and her expression grew even more enraged. But before she could stand up an apple fell from the tree and landed on her head with a heavy thud. She looked up as she rubbed her head, her eyes grew wide in horror as more apples broke loose from their branches and plummeted straight onto her head. She tried to shield herself to the best of her ability but it didn’t help much with the pelting of apples. After the torrent of fruit ended she opened her eyes and looked up, and one final apple landed straight on her forehead.

She angrily jumped to her feet and looked the tree dead in its eyes, and furiously scoffed and turned away. Once again she forgot to look where she was going and tripped on another apple and once again fell on her large butt. Once she peeled herself off the hard dirt she continued walking looking at the countless women frozen into trees and the dozens of fruit they bore.

“How the hell is anyone supposed to pick all of this stupid fruit in a single afternoon?” she shouted to herself her lone voice echoing throughout the orchard. “Why the hell aren’t those green freaks running around picking the stupid fruit?” she moaned. She took another look at the orchid and ground her teeth together. She planted her hands on her hips and shouted to the sky, “You know what screw this I’m not picking any more of this shit!”

“Is that so my dear?” A voice softly spoke from behind Peach. Peach eyes sank as she gasped for air in a panic. She recognized the voice, and it meant trouble. She slowly turned around and saw the curvy figure of the mushroom woman standing over her with a disappointed frown plastered across her face. It was the face is a disappointed mother, she wasn’t mad just disappointed. But that look of disappointment made you wish she was mad at you.

Peach backed away slowly never breaking eye contact with the woman. She started to panic who knows what the Gardener would do to her after what she just said? Ivy looked at her as if she was waiting for her to speak, but Peach could barely spit out words and her throat felt like it was clogged. She finally managed to speak, “What no, I didn’t say anything.” she lied through her teeth. Ivy just raised a brow. Peach was trapped, she had no way out of this situation she was caught and would be punished any second. So she lied again, “I was just taking a quick break before going back to work….” She quickly turned away breaking eye contact and quickly walked over to her fallen baskets trying not to run but still quick enough to escape the woman.

Before she looked back at the Gardener but she was gone, not looking where she was going once again Peach tripped but this time on a vine. Instead of the hard ground, her face was met with something squishy and round. Opening her eyes she was greeted by two pale white orbs and then looked up to meet Ivy’s frowning face.

“So want to change jobs my dear?” she softly said looking down at the woman glued to her breasts. “I’m willing to arrange a transfer to a position more suiting or your work ethic.”

Peach didn’t respond and pushed off of her and ran in the opposite direction and didn’t look back. She was screwed Peach kept telling herself as she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. You don’t just change jobs when working at the manor especially if you just quit instead of seeing your work through. You finish the job and you finished it thoroughly. That was one of the unspoken rules between the maids, and Peach just broke it. If you leave your work unfinished you either finish it by becoming it or whatever the next person needs to complete it. This rule isn’t always enforced as it is mainly enforced by anyone that the deserter is working with or the maid’s guilt would turn against her. A single dusty table or stain might go unnoticed for a while in the manor, but the real horror that prevented those little infractions was the fear of the mistress and what she would do to those who slacked off on their jobs if she noticed. And Peach just got the attention of the mistress of the garden.

Peach kept running, she didn’t know where she was running in this giant orchard or even if she could escape the gardener. She just kept running. Her legs ached and her lungs burned but that didn’t stop her, she need to keep running and escape. But once again her foot got caught something causing her to fly into the air and down a hill tumbling down the entire hill until she reached the bottom and like time and time again she landed on her ass. She came to laying between two trees in a row of even more trees. She looked up at the trees they were full of peaches. She jumped to her feet, this was the perfect place for the Gardener to transform her due to her name and peach-like butt. Despite how much her body pleaded with her to rest she had to escape.

“There you are.” a soft voice said in a rarely used stern tone. Peach froze on the spot her escape was over she was caught. The mushroom woman slowly walked towards Peach her face no longer disappointed but annoyed. She walked up to her and looked down at the maid who looked almost minuscule to her in compassion. She spoke in an irritated voice so seldom heard, “You know dear? I was going to talk you back into work, just a simple chat. You are not the first person who decided that their work was too much for them. But instead, you made me chase you all around the orchard.” she looked at the maid dripping with sweat and breathing heavily. She flashes a smug smile and continued, “Well I really wasn’t chasing you, I have a much quicker and less exhausting way of getting around.” Ivy looked down at her and continued regaining her solemn tone and expression,  “Since you ran off, I think I already know your answer.” A vine extend up into a tree and plucked a peach that was in the shape of an ass, all while smiling at Peach. The vine brought the fruit to her and she kissed it on the cheeks. The vine extended the fruit to Peach and dropped it in her hands. Peach looked down at the fruit and then back at Ivy. “Eat it,” she said in a soft monotone voice.

Peach’s body moved on its own out of instant rather down choice. She had no other option besides eating the fruit out of fear that the Gardener would do something worse than she already set in motion if she failed to comply. She took a massive bite of the butt cheek-shaped fruit her teeth tearing through its flesh and squirting its juices into her mouth and hands. She slowly chewed the chunk of the fruit that was in her mouth, its sweet juices dancing around her tastebuds stimulating them in ways that they never expected before. She swallowed the massive chunk and paused. Her mouth felt weird but in a strangely good way, her free hand quested down to her crouch that was already leaving a wet spot in her overalls. The feeling of the fruit in her mouth turned her on somehow, she was beyond horny. She wanted more she wanted to feel the pleasure of the fruit. She stared at the fruit in her hand with eyes burning with pleasure and lust and mouth drooling. She quickly tore out another chunk of the like wild animal and with each bite she moaned and pussy grew wetter. She wanted the pleasure that the fruit gave her, no she need the pleasure it gave. She tore and tore into the fruit like her life depended on it until all that remained was the pit.

Peach juice drooled out of her mouth as she stared at the pit with empty eyes. It was gone, the source of the best thing that she ever felt in her life was gone. But strangely the feeling in her mouth didn’t fade but instead grew stronger. It became so strong that Peach didn’t realize that her clothes were gone or that her feet were rooted to the ground. She didn’t notice as the flesh of her legs became bark. The only thing that she did notice was that her ass was inflated growing massive in size far beyond what would have been humanity possible looking like a pair of beach balls stuck together. Her moaning only intensified as the pleasure she felt in her mouth flowed down to her ass. Soon bark crept up her newly even bigger thighs and her butt was spared from the bark just becoming covered by smooth hardwood. Wood kept creeping up her body but she didn’t notice or care she was too enticed in the feeling in her ass. Bark overtook her tiny breasts making them look almost flat, but she didn’t notice. Her arms rose to the heavens and unwove into more arms and turned into branches. Her empty smile broken with lust was frozen over with bark and she didn’t even mentally react. Peach was gone, any thought in her mind that wasn’t dedicated to the engulfing pleasure melted into said pleasure. She couldn’t even be considered human at this point as her only thought was the feeling of lust that was contained in her ass. But something changed, something shifted. A new feeling started to shine through, it started in her arms as something grew from them. It was like dozens of smaller asses were inflating with her pleasure growing round and massive, it was her fruit she was growing peaches. Something snapped off her fruit from a branch and it was euphoric, she could feel her fruit pass through a pair of soft lips and were crushed by a pair of teeth. Her fruit was being eaten and it was heavenly. Now only two troughs filled her mind, embracing pleasure and spreading more pleasure.

Ivy stared at the tree with a smile as she took another bite of the peach and turned and left. “I hope you like your new job, dear. Because I sure do.”

Belladonna strolled through the fungal forest humming a peaceful tune as she plucked mushrooms as she passed them. It was exhausting and tedious spending the entire day picking mushrooms, but that was the life of a maid of the manor. It wasn’t her choice to become a maid, as her family fell into hard times. Belladonna and her siblings were sold off to the Mistress. Despite how it wasn’t as bad as many would believe. She was the youngest of her siblings and is currently the only one remaining, one by one they either left the manor in one way or another in possession of guests or on their own will. The only regret that she had was never being able to follow her passion, to sing. Silently she hoped that one day a beautiful singer would take her away wishing to join her even if it was as a microphone, her dress, or even something as small as a piece of jewelry. But her time never came and as the years went by she continued to work, diligently with a smile that never waved on her face waiting for the day she would leave. Human or not, it didn’t matter to her at this point

“It’s gotten quite quiet around here,” she said to herself, hearing only the noises of the forest. “I wonder what the other’s are up to.” She covered herself and giggled, “I hope Opal became a mushroom, that would be a sight to see.”

She no longer heard the annoying moans of Opal, she smugly smiled to herself hoping the worst for her, imagining what she could have become. But her smile softened as she wondered what happened to Sharon, hoping that if she was transformed it was a pleasant new life for the poor girl. Noir and Indigo, she could only imagen what they were up to and if they were still human. While it would make her life more difficult if they were all transformed, she knew how happy the maids who changed are. She has been around long enough to know how the manor worked, and if their heart wanted them to change then who was she to be upset about it?

Wiping sweat from her forehead Belladonna sat down on a mushroom to take a short break. She took in the sights and the sounds of the mushroom forest, it was peaceful. She wouldn’t mind staying here forever. She shook her head, she wasn’t set on becoming anything just yet and even if she was, Belladonna still had her dream of being a singer, a part of one, or a belonging to one to look forwards to. The thought of being on stage singing to an adoring audience or even being a part of the singer was what kept her human for all of these years. It was a dream that she wouldn’t give up on anything. She closed her eyes and dreamed about being on stage singing to the crowd. She sat there for a while entranced by her daydream, until she was torn from the dream by a strange sound.

It was a soft pleasant melody. Its soft and gentle tone notes were carried by the wind and danced among the trees. Momentarily more voices joined in the peaceful song. She couldn’t help but smile. The voices reminded her of why she started singing. Long ago when she first came to the manor, a kind maid used to sing to her and the other maids. She instantly became nostalgic for the days of her teens listening to the kind maid, until the maid became a collection of records. She would listen to the classical music that the maid turned into every day. She knew every song by heart. She sat up from the mushroom and slowly walked toward the sound of music creeping past trees and mushrooms gilded only by the song that was carried on the wind.

After a while of following the music through the forest, she came upon a sight that made her smile ear to ear. Sitting in a secluded part of the forest sat an outdoor amphitheater. The theater looked to be overtaken by the flora, but she could tell that the vines, flowers, and mushrooms were an intended part of the design with how well-kept the theater was. And at the bottom, there was a grand stage lined with elaborate art deco designs and a large red curtain concealing what lay beyond it. The singing stole her attention, she looked towards its source behind the red curtain. She made her way down the stage and noticed a door on the side of it. She slowly crept the door open not to disturb the singers. Slowly inching up the steps into the moist dark room, she could barely see the owners of the voices. But from what she would see they were gorgeous with beautiful hair and makeup. The woman didn’t notice her as she looked over the steps to watch them sing.

She leaned in closer to get a better look. Each woman was wearing a tight red dress that went up to their breasts in a heart shape and didn’t cover their back. Each woman’s figure was as beautiful as their voice or the playing of their instruments. She kept getting closer unintentionally, she just wanted to listen but part of her was telling her to walk up and ask to join them. She wanted to be on stage with them she didn’t care if she had to give up her humanity she wanted to be with them. She was so entranced in their song that she didn’t notice her clothes slithering away leaving her naked. She kept leaning in further until she lost her footing on the vines that were her clothing moving past her. She let out a surprised scream as she fell to the floor interrupting the woman's song.

The music fell silent and an orchestra of women looked down at her with concerned looks. Belladonna jumped to her feet and immediately started apologizing profusely to the woman.

“Are you alright miss?” one of the women asked her, “It isn’t wise to be wandering around this forest nude.”

Realizing that she was naked she began to cover herself up hands switching between her breasts and vagina, her petite body wasn’t anything to be amazed by she still was embarrassed being naked in front of all of these women. She found her voice and spoke up. “I’m dreadfully sorry! You all sounded amazing I was just curious where this heavenly music was coming from. I just couldn’t help myself and had to listen.”

She looked at the group of women who looked more concerned about Belladonna’s fall than her interruption. But her mouth went agape when she noticed something off about them as her eyes finally adjusted to the light. They didn’t have legs, well they were more stalks. Each of the women’s belt ballet dresses turned into a mushroom cap, and where their legs should be was a pale white stalk.

“That you for the compliment,” one of the mushroom women with brunette hair said with a playful giggle. “We are practicing for a show this weekend.” She rubbed her fingers against her chin thoughtfully, as she continued, “You seem to have an ear for music, so why don’t you listen and tell us what you think.”

Belladonna simply nodded forgetting about her nudity and sat down on the side. The orchestra played again, it was absolutely beautiful. She was completely taken into the classical singing of the two mushroom women who took center stage as their voices dance through the air and into her ears filling her mind with their graceful sounds. She could vividly imagine the maid who used to sing to her whenever she sang her songs in privet. She was trapped in the world of the mushroom’s music and never wanted to leave. But eventually then stopped and turned to her.

“So how was that?” the brunette singer asked.

Belladonna got up and walked over to her trying her best to hold a tear back. “It was beautiful. I don’t know how to explain it but it was the most beautiful song that I have ever heard.”

“Hmm?” the brunette said scratching her chin, “I appreciate and trust your praise, but something feels off about the song.”

“No, no, It’s perfect!” Belladonna jumped over to her holding her hand. “It’s perfect.”

The other singer a blond woman leaned over and smiled, “Hey do you sing miss?”

“Huh?” she questioned pointing to herself, “Me?”

“Yeah you,” the blond answered. “You have a pretty voice, I bet it will sound even better when singing.”

“Yes I sing!” she quickly jumped to answer, before slowly fading back, “Well I mostly sing to myself.”

“A third singer?” the brunette said eyeing down Belladonna and smiling, “You could be the final piece that we are missing.”

“Huh? Me?” she asked in disbelief. They couldn’t be asking her. Singing on stage is all she ever wanted but this was too sudden. She smiled larger than she ever smiled before and cheered, “If you insist!”

“Ok, just stand over here,” the blond pointed to the middle of them was a space of fresh dirt broke up the hardwood stage. Belladonna did as she was told and felt a tingle as her toes touched the damp dirt. “Just follow along with us, trust me you are going to do great,” she said reassuring Belladonna.

Belladonna smiled and nodded. The two women began to sing and the orchestra began to place behind her. It took a second to process everything but she quickly joined them. Her voice melted into the duet turning it into a seamless trio as if her voice was always a part of the song. Everything just felt right her voice read every note and word despite only hearing the song in full just a minute ago. Everything was perfect too perfect, but nothing when wrong. This feeling was the feeling that she always yearned for. She closed her eyes and embraced the music.

As she sang her body began to change. Her feet were rooted into the dirt, and her legs melded together into a slender stalk only sparing her vagina and booty the rest becoming a simple cylinder. A red mushroom cap with dazzling white spots grew from her waste spreading out like a tutu. Her waist shrank as she lost any unnecessary body fat giving her a perfect figure. Her breasts grew a bit making them perky and noticeable but not too big. The mushroom cap read texture crept up her body forming her dress stopping around her breasts creating a heart shape and spreading down her sides leaving her back open enough to show her butt. Her hair grew longer and more elegant and her lips grew fuller and bright red. As the song came to an end she knew that everything was too perfect, it was better than she could ever dream of. This feeling is what she wanted ever since she was a teen. When she opened her eyes she expected to wake up back in the forest resting on the mushroom and all of this would have been a dream, but no she saw the red curtain in front of her and heard the sounds of clapping. She looked around at her new body and then at her new bandmates.

“You were wonderful!” the blond cheered.

“Perfect,” the brunette joined in, “I think that we are finally perfect all thanks to you.”

“I-I-I don’t know what to say,” Belladonna blushed not knowing how to react to the new praise.

“Well, looks like my musical mushrooms found a new lead singer,” A voice crept through their ears. They looked towards the stars and saw Ivy at the top of them with a large smile on her face. “So are you girls now ready for your big debut?”

“Miss Ivy!” Belladonna panicked. She forgot all about collecting mushrooms as she was too distracted by the music. She tried to walk towards her, but her legs wouldn’t budge.

“It’s alright dear,” Ivy laughed, “Your new job is much better suited to your skill set.”

“Yeah, you are amazing!” The blond cheered.

“I’m impressed,” the brunette added, “It’s a pleasure to be singing alongside you.”

“That you,” Belladonna smiled, “You don’t know how much this means to me.”

Ivy turned to leave, “Well I will leave you girls to practice,” she said while descending the stairs. “I know you will blow the Mistress away as you blew me away.”

“You heard her girls,” the brunette spoke up. “We have a lot of practicing to do!” The mushroom women with instruments nodded and readied them. She turned to the blond and Belladonna. The blond nodded with a smile.

And Belladonna took a deep breath and smiled, “I can’t wait.”

Lily stomped through the fields of flowers as she walked back toward the center of the flower area. She was hot, sweaty, and miserable. She hated work especially hard work and ironically the only job that she was able to keep was nothing but hard work, she spent a good potion bouncing between jobs trying to pay off debt until she ended up here. At least working in the manor meant air conditioning, but in the garden, it was nothing but the burning sun glistening down on her. She wanted to stomp on the helpless plants to quench her anger but due to their magical alive nature, they just ran away from her, so she couldn’t even have that. But at least she was done with her work. Exiting the field of flowers she smugly smiled knowing that she could finally rest. There are plenty of trees she could lie under in the shade, and possibly take a nap.

She followed the stone path down the fields of flowers. She took long looks at them as she passed, despite how much she hated to admit it they did look beautiful. But the flowers didn’t matter anymore, she was done with her tedious work in the sun, so she didn’t need to think about the flowers for a long time.

“Excuse me miss?” a sharp voice commanded her from behind. Lily turned around and saw a sharp woman in an equally sharp suit that was a mishmash of colors and designs looking a bit too artsy than practical or stylish. She positioned her fingers like a camera trapping Lily in her gaze. Once she was satisfied taking her mental images of Lily, she crossed her arms over her chest and smiled. “Do you happen to work here by any chance darling?”

“Yeah…” Lily sighed, knowing that her peaceful nap will now be delayed unfortunately by whatever her duties as a maid required. “What do you need, a cup of tea or something?”

“Ooh, I like your attitude,” the woman remarked turning away and motioning her to follow.

Lily taught about turning away and pretending that she never saw the woman and taking her precious alone time instead of indulging her in requests. But she had a job to do, unfortunately, and refusing to take care of a guest was a one-way sentence to being repurposed as something gross or humiliating. So figuring that it was for the best to postpone her break and do whatever this strange woman need. So she reluctantly followed the woman back down the path and into another part of the garden passing by a sexual fountain with her eyes being drawn to a particular planter with a lilac bush inside of it. She was led deeper down the stone path until she reached a statue garden that looked half-finished, gazebos were in the process of being built, hedges, trees, and flowers will in the process of being planted, paths were being laid, a pond was in the process of being dug, and most statues were missing including the one on the fountain. She was led to a vacant spot where an oddly plain-looking woman sat on a bench wearing an all too revealing elegant white dress that flowed down he body hugging her lack of curves and parting down her back to the crack of her flat but and down the center starting at her crouch letting her pussy out on the world. It was clear that the dress wasn’t made for a woman of her blandness or even looked very good on her, but she wore it without care of shame. She sat on the bench taking selfies of herself in her new and what Lily assumed was permanent dress.

“Are you ready my darling Amelia?” the tacking woman said to the plain woman.

Amelia got to her feet and took one final selfie and turned to the tacky woman and said with a wide smile, “Yes ma’am, I’m ready.” She looked behind the tacky woman and saw Lily standing behind her with an expression that showed that she didn’t want to be there, “Who is she?” she said pointing to the maid.

The tacky woman stepped back and held Lily’s shoulder causing her to flinch, “Oh, this maid her name is Lily, she will be my model.” she licked her lips as she leaned closer to the maid who leaned away from her. “I hope you like her.”

Amelia stepped towards Lily circling her inspecting her body mainly her face, then stopped in front of her and extended her hand. “If you are going to be my model, I think that we should introduce ourselves. My name is Amelia or it will be for the next few minutes.”

Lily looked at the two of them puzzled clearly out of the loop of understanding. She tried to step back but she was trapped between the two women. She found the words to speak up and spoke in an abrasive tone, “What the hell is going on!”

“Oh you are going to be my model and she is my canvas.” the tacky woman said brushing her off once again and moving toward Amelia positioning her on to a base of smooth polished marble.

“Your what? And What?” Lily said getting even more frustrated not knowing what was happening or what could happen to her.

“It’s quite simple you see,” the woman said rubbing her hands intimately up against Amelia, whose body stopped moving on its own same with her flowing dress stopping mid-air like it was solid but kept the mold-ability of cloth. “A blank canvas is best for making a masterpiece.”

She began to rub her hands across Amelia's face, squishing her cheeks and pinching at other parts. Before Lily’s eyes, the woman’s face started to distort and shift like she was made from modeling clay and it started to darken. Lily had to take a step back to process the changes that the woman was making to Amelia, Amelia's face looked like her face. No, it was Lily’s face. The sculptor grabbed a mirror and showed Amelia her reflection or what was Lily’s even having her tanned skin.

“What do you think darling?” she asked Amelia now the Lily look a like.

“I look just like her amazing!” she cheered in Lily’s voice, but only her head moved with the rest of her body frozen in place.

“What is going on why does she look and sound like me!” Lily screamed backing away.

“Darling, darling,” the sculptor laughed as if Lily wasn’t in on the obvious joke. “You are my model, my muse, how do I explain this simply? You are my inspiration.”

“So you are turning her into a statue of me?” Lily asked sounding less confused in some ways and more confused in others. Picking up what was going on, but not understanding why it was happening.

“Yes, darling,” she flashed a condensing smile like she was talking to a child, “it’s quite simple.”

She walked over to Lily and quickly wove her hand at the maid tearing Lily’s clothing to shreds. Before Lily could preserve her modesty the woman tapped her finger on Lily’s temple and Lily couldn’t move her body besides her eyes and mouth.

“What are you doing to me?” she cried out in horror eyes darting every which way.

“I need my model to stay still. It doesn’t take a genius to understand that your muse in motion isn’t the easiest to capture every tiny detail from,” she said in a cold nonchalant manner. She turned away and focused her attention on Amelia ignoring Lily, “Now could you please keep quiet my canvas demands my utmost attention.”

Her hands began to swiftly work on Amelia modeling her flat and boring body into Lily’s more energetic and built curves. The sculptor’s canvas moaned as her fingers pressed into her soft clay-like skin distorting and contouring with no effort. Her hands were swift and precise, she was no doubt a master of her craft. Lily could only watch in amazed horror and the girl named Amelia who could so easily get lost in a crowd due to her having no desirable features become a figure all too familiar. She was Lily, every part of the woman was an exact copy of Lily down to her ample chest, butt, and thighs. The sculptor took a step back to admire her work and looked at the original Lily and her new twin.

“Oh, my god I look amazing!” Lily’s new twin sang as she looked at her new shelf the best she could with her limited mobility. “Hey, can I just stay this way I kinda like it?” she jokingly asked the sculptor.

“Sorry darling, but without a statue, I won’t get paid,” the sculptor laughed, “Besides you will look better in marble my darling Lily.”

“Lily? My new name, I kinda like it. Better than my old boring one for sure,” the new Lily cheered.

“What no that is my name!” the original shouted back. “I never agreed to have a statue clone of myself!”

“Oh shush darling,” the sculptor sighed. She ignored the original’s complaints and looked at her canvas. She muttered to herself, “She looks good but is missing something.” She walked up to the twin Lily and asked her, “What do you think you need darling?”

The twin Lily shifted her eyes thinking for a second then spoke up, “Oh bigger breasts, like massive breasts! I always wanted massive breasts! It’s not like I’m going to worry about back pains, so why not?” Before the sculptor could get to work she shouted again, “Oh can you make my butt and thighs massive as well? I mean we need to balance it out.”

The sculptor giggled, “Why don’t I give you the full goddess body treatment?”

“Ooh, that sounds nice!” she giggled, “Let’s  make me a goddess!”

Lily just stared at the two in shock and horror. Well, what else could she do besides watch as the woman groped her new twin’s breasts? Her hands squeezed the woman’s breasts like dough and shaped them stretching them and shaping them. Her woman’s breasts continuously were sculpted larger and rounder, until they were impractically large ending up much larger than her head by a noticeable amount. And finishing each mountain of flesh an erect nipple was molded under the fabric. The sculptor continued her work squeezing the woman’s waist making her already slim figure into a perfect hourglass waist. Moving onto her butt the sculptor fattened it up like she did with the woman’s breasts making them just as large. She next moved on to her thighs sculpting them to match the woman’s massive behind. And for a surprise finishing touch she resculpted the woman’s pussy making it larger, plumper, and more inviting.

“So how do I look?” Amelia moaned, still recoiling from the sculptor’s delicate hands reshaping her body.

Lily could barely comprehend what she was looking at. In front of her was a perverted copy of her with breasts and a butt larger than her head and barely contained in her flowing white dress. She blushed out of embarrassment, just the thought of anyone seeing the result of the statute made her want to scream. It was simply too much.

The sculptor took a step back and frowned, “Your hair needs some work,” She approached Amelia again and stretched out her hair sculpting a flowing fairly mane of hair, frozen as if a harsh breeze swept it up. She step back to admire her work, but she still frowned. She turned back to Lily and gave her a naughty smile. “Your name is Lily right?” Lily just nodded, “Your fiery orange hair just gave me inspiration.” she turned back to Amelia and asked her, “Do  you know what an orange lily is called?” Amelia just shook her head. “It’s called a tiger lily.” She walked over to Amelia and pinched her ears pulling them to the top of her head and reshaping them into a pair of tiger ears. Then she went to her behind and pulled a tiger tail out from above her butt.

She took a step back and dusted off her hands and smiled. “Perfect, my vibrant fiery tiger goddess who beams with strength and confidence!” She cheered clapping her hands, “I shall call you the Flame of Vitality!”

“Ooh, I like it,” Amelia joined the sculptor in her cheering, “I feel so strong and powerful!”

“What a pleasant idea Lily,” the sculptor said as she went back to work. She craved well-defined muscles into the copy of Lily large enough to invoke a sense of power but kept her body delicate enough to keep her inviting femininity.

Lily didn’t like it one bit. But she stood in silence knowing that her input on the statue of herself was not welcomed. Well it could be worse she figured, but still, she would rather not have a sexy buff statue of her.

“Now darling it’s time for posing!” the sculptor elated and she clapped her hands and walked back towards her art. She began to pose Amelia as if she was an articulated doll with no control of her own. She arched her body and extended her arms as if in an energetic fiery dance. Her breasts were pushed forwards to be the center of attention as the sculptor was quite pleased with them. She positioned her right arm to hold up the bottom of her dress high into the air, while the left was outstretched as if inviting the observer to dance with her. Her dress fluttered in the air before remaining in place with the left side descending to the ground around the woman. She grabbed the woman’s head and spoke softly, “Any last words?”

“Thank you!” Amelia cried tears of joy wanting nothing more than her newfound beauty to be frozen in time lasting forever as a statue for all to see and admire her like no one would before.

The sculptor patted her cheek and Amelia could feel the muscles in her face go limp. She couldn’t move any part of her body, she was completely in the control of the sculptor. She was just a statute made of flesh and blood. The sculptor positioned her face into an energetic yet fierce smile commanding confidence and energy as if commanding the observer into joining in her fiery dance. The sculptor posed her hair as if it was flying in the wind. She looked over her work and nodded at its near completion, as there was only one final step before her art was finished. She pulled a tube of lipstick out of her pocket and applied the vibrant green lipstick. She puckered up and kissed the woman on the lips, then backed away.

She left a green lip heart-shaped lip mark with the letters V-S on Amelia’s neck. From beneath the mark, a smooth white flowed out. It was polished white marble. The marble began to expand across the woman’s skin turning it from a tan to a pure white. Flesh and blood became stone, but kept her softness as the stone was skin. Her hair wasn’t saved becoming a flowing mane of stone with each tread of hair to the finest of detail remained. Her breasts became stone and then her dress kept its light fabric texture and form. Soon her entire body was smooth polished marble. The mark sank into her neck beside the letters and match the color of the statue's marble form becoming the sculptor’s signature on her latest work.

Lily couldn't help but stare in horror once more. The sexy statue of her looked too real too human, as if something applied the fill command on the woman. She half expected her to come to life and move, but she remained in place with that enticing smile that dominated your mind. Lily tried to look away but she couldn’t move her body either. This had to be a nightmare she tried to tell herself. She fought to break the woman’s spell over her, but she couldn’t do anything, she was partially a statue as well standing there in the nude.

She finally mustered the courage to speak, “Can you please let me go?” she nibbled in soft words. All the fire inside of her was extinguished she was helpless and weak to the sculptor.

The sculptor didn’t even turn and looked at her as she was too enamored in her work stroking the statue's face and running her hands down her curves playfully teasing the statue’s body. She ran her hands over the top side of the statue’s dress and through her hair causing the surfaces to dip and soil fill the recession.

“I’m sorry darling, but I can not let you go,” she softly said walking away from the statue and moving behind Lily. When she was behind Lily she touched the back of Lily’s head causing the woman to feel a weird tingling throughout her body. She tried to question her and beg for her freedom but nothing came out of her mouth. She lost control of her mouth and eyes unable to move them like the rest of her body. “Your just too important darling, I can’t just let my centerpiece run along. Now can I?” she whispered into Lily’s ear and licked her lips.

Before Lily could process what she meant, the sculptor blew on her and Lily’s body started to crumble to little chunks. Lily couldn’t do anything but internally panic as her body crumbled apart and flew towards the statue on the woman’s breath. Each chunk found a home in the dirt on the statue. The chunks of her dug into the soil inside each hole. She figured out what happened to her, something emerged from each piece of her. She was turned into seeds, and she was growing. Green stalks quickie sprouted from each hole blanketing the statue in a vale of green. A bulb grew on the end of each stalk and opened spreading six orangish yellow petals with reddish brown dots. She was a tiger lily, not just one but hundreds sprouting out of the sexy statue of her giving her pale stone a vibrant orange color across her dress and hair as if they were made of fire. Lily could feel each of her flowers helpless and immobile adorning the statue. Well, at least she got her break she figured knowing that she was trapped forever as a part of the humiliating statue of her.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” a voice spoke to the sculptor. She turned around and saw Ivy walking down the path admiring the newest statue in the garden.

“I hope you don’t mind that I used one of your maids,” the sculptor laughed motioning to the flowers and the statue. “I think she makes this piece come together, don’t you agree?”

Ivy motioned an armless shrug, “Well the maids around here are always getting wrapped up in various projects so it’s not like it is a big deal.” Ivy took a long look at the form of the statue her eyes fixated on Lily’s look-alike not the original. “Very nice, I can tell that your canvas is loving her new form it is quite marvelous.”

“Why thank you, Ivy,” the sculptor said with a bow, “You don’t know how much a compliment from you means to me.”

“But I do have one question?” Ivy said raising her brow.

“What is it?” the sculptor asked.

“Why didn’t you just use the maid as your canvas instead of sculpting another woman to look like her and then turning the original into the finishing details?” she curiously asked looking around at the other statues knowing the story behind each one and how the newest one wasn’t the first made this way strange.

“Never question the artist's methods, but only question the results.” the sculptor said with a wink. “And I for one don’t think that the results are questionable, do you?

“Well, the results are what is important dear,” Ivy sighed, “So I guess it doesn’t matter. Now if you excuse me I have work to do.” Ivy said as she walked away.

Lily could only watch as the sculptor and the Gardener left her. All she could do was accept the fate of people being enticed by a perverted statue of her. But the worst part is that they weren’t enticed by her but by a copy of her, while she was just the flowers adding the details to her. She could hardly imagen the idea of everyone being attracted to her, but also overlooking the real her as only detailing. But that was the fate she was dealt so she had to accept it.

The two sisters Melody and Piper worked together plucking and caring for massive watermelons and pumpkins the size of bean bags, dropping them off in carts that the Dryads would wheel away once the cart was filled. The two sisters spent the entire afternoon performing this back-breaking labor, but yet a wide smile remained on their faces. Each other's enthusiasm would be the boost of energy the other needed when they became worn out. They quickly moved down the rows of melons and gourds, till their work was complete. The two sisters sat down in the dirt resting after their hours of work were finally over.

“I don’t want to see another melon for days,” Melody moaned. “They are so massive and heavy.”

“Says the girl with her own pair of massive melons,” Piper laughed poking at her sister's large breasts and causing them to jiggle.

Melody swiped her sister's hand away and pointed to Piper’s behind, “Whatever, I swear your ass was bigger than most of the pumpkins in this field.”

Piper jumped over and grabbed Melody's breasts and groped them causing her to squeal, “And your melons are bigger than any of the melons here.”

Melody pushed her sister away and slapped Piper’s ass causing it to jiggle and her to gasp. “Pumpkin butt!”  she shouted at her.

Piper jumped back up and gave her sister's massive breasts a slap causing them to bounce and jiggle. “Melon tits!” she shouted back.

Melody crossed her arms over her breasts and Piper put her hands on her hips. The two glared daggers at each other. Then they looked at each other's massive asset and started to laugh. They fondled each other's point of interest playfully, laughing and moaning as they stimulated each other.

“Hey be careful!” Melody squealed as Piper pinched her exposed nipple.

Wait exposed nipple? She thought then looked down at her breasts as they were slowly exposed by vines scampering down her body, she looked at her sister whose clothes as they parted from her body as well. The two girls stared at each other mouths agape, both knowing what was going to happen next.

“Oh crud,” they both shouted in unison as their gaze shifted from each other’s nude bodies.

“So I’m guessing, that I will become a pumpkin,” Piper weakly smiled and shrugged. “Well, it’s not the worst thing to transform into.”

Melody shrugged back, “And I get to be a watermelon.”

“I thought you didn’t want to see a melon for days?” Piper said playfully mocking her sister.

“Hay, I guess it won’t be that bad?” she shrugged, “Agh!” Melody suddenly shouted grabbing her breasts. ”Something, something is happening!” she cried as her fingers sank into her soft flesh.

“AGH!” Piper moaned as she grabbed her behind, “I-I guess it’s starting?” she panted.

Melody’s beasts and Piper’s breasts started to grow in their hands rapidly expanding causing their hand to be overtaken by their assets. The growing mounds of flesh grew and grew with no signs of stopping. The sisters could barely contain their euphoria moaning and groping their respective growth. Their respective ass and breasts grew so large that they were forced to the ground, Melody's major shift in gravity caused her to forward with her chest cushioning the fall and Piper’s legs gave way causing her to fall backward. The two’s assets continued to grow anchoring the sisters to the ground. Finally, the two’s growth stopped with Melody’s breasts and Piper’s ass the size of bean bags. Their great mounds of fat took up most of their body mass making their bodies look minuscule to them.

“God this is incredible!” Melody moaned trying to wrap her arms around her breasts but failing not even reaching halfway, and settled on squeezing what she could reach.

“I know right!” Piper moaned back groping her ass. Slowly her fingers raised out from her soft flesh. Noticing this she knocked on her butt and it created a thud causing her to recoil back and cum. She felt her ass and it was no longer soft and fleshy but hard. “Huh?” she moaned her body was still rippling from her touch.

“My tits are hard?” Melody moaned knocking on her breasts. “Wait something is happening!” she squealed as her breasts started to change their color from a creamy white to a sickly green.

“Yeah, something is happening to my ass too!” Piper squealed back as her butt started to change color as well becoming darker and indents starts to form on it.

Melody’s breasts became greener turning from a sickly shade to a rich vibrant green, and then dark green stripes appeared around it. Piper’s ass became a rich orange and valleys formed across her ass creating the ribs of a pumpkin. Melody’s breasts started to change again causing her to moan and yelp. Her breasts took on a more solid oval shape giving it the appearance of a normal watermelon. And underneath her fat, muscle, and other innards became the pulp and the rind with dozens of seeds nesting inside of it. Her breasts were nearly indistinguishable from a regular watermelon besides the size and the woman attached to them, the only part that will have any femininity was the slightest impression of a nipple on the end of the fruit. Just like her sister Piper started butt started to change as well growing rounder and plumper losing the shape of a butt and becoming two orbs. And like her sister her butt’s fat became the pulp, fibrous strands, and seeds. And Piper’s ass was indistinguishable from a pumpkin just like her sister’s watermelon breasts. The two’s breathing calmed down as their transformation stopped and the two stared at each other’s transformation and laughed.

“God, you really do have melon breasts!” Piper giggled pointing at her sister's literal melons.

“I don’t know I think they look better than a pumpkin butt?” Melody teased back rubbing her hands seductively over her massive melons. “You could say that I have literal mel-”

POP!

The two sisters fell. Melody fell back on her flat ass and Piper fell forwards onto her flat chest. Melody looked up and Piper looked behind her and the two shouted in unison “What the?”

Melody’s breasts and Piper’s ass were no longer attached to their chest and behind respectively, but instead a thick green stem came from them connecting them to Melody’s newly flatten chest and Piper's newly flattened behind. Both of their fruit now looked just like normal fruit besides where the stem led.

“Whose flat now?” Piper laughed pointing at her sister's now flat chest.

“Both of us,” Melody grunted crossing her arms, “Your ass is gone too.”

“Well…” Piper struggled to form a comeback. The two’s unusual teasing revived around each other’s oversized assets, but they could no longer comment on them as they were no longer attached to them. But a shock of inspiration stuck her dead on as she noticed something off about her sister, she was becoming green. With a devious smile, she laughed, “Well you are green!”

Melody sighed and shook her head, “Yeah genius so are you.”

“Wait what?” Piper cried in shock and looked down at her body. Her sister was right she was turning a dark green.

She gasped in horror as her body started to shrink and wither away she looked up at her sister and saw that the same thing was happening to her. Her body became thinner and rougher. The two’s bodies became impossibly thin to the point that they could only describe as thin noodles. Hands began to change becoming thin and growing wide into leaves. Their hair became a solid massive leaf that was stylized after their respective hairdo. Then their height started to diminish to only a foot tall. They could both feel their minds lighten as thoughts began to leave their head and the concept of their fruit began to surpass everything. They were plants now, their only goal was to grow massive fruit to be enjoyed by others nothing else. The watermelon and the pumpkin stem felt a strange bond between each other wanting their fruit to surpass the other’s to grow bigger. They both felt a strange kinship strong enough to think of each other as sisters.

“Pumpkin butt.…”

“Melon tits….”

The two vines moaned their last words before they could no longer speak, after all, vines don’t speak. The two were in a perusal blissful competition. They both felt the vibrations of the ground through their fruit, someone was coming someone who could choose a winner.

“My, my, my,” Ivy said looking at the two pairs of massive fruit. “You girls turned out big.”

Yes big, they were big. They wanted her praise. They wanted her to tell them how big they were. And most importantly who was the biggest? She walked over a knocked on each of their fruits, sending torrents of pleasure into each of them. She leaned over them a sheer was in her vines. She cut their fruit free from their vine body both of them exploding in pleasure as their fruit was removed. They could still feel their fruit despite being separated from their body and carried by vines into a cart. She looked at the woman with empty eager eyes waiting for her to say whose fruit was bigger.

Ivy playful giggled as she inspected their fruit then turned to them, “I think you two grew the biggest melons and pumpkins in the crop.” With that, she left.

The two vines weren’t satisfied. They both were the biggest, no there can only be one winner. They glared at each other with lust-filled rivalry. Then a flower bloomed on the end of their cut steams. They looked at each other both more competitive than ever, as round two was approaching and one of them was sure to win this time.

“Ugh…” Noir groaned as she picked a mushroom from the ground. “How many more do I need?” she moaned her arms and legs arched for running around the forest all day picking mushrooms.

She tried to look for the sun to see the time but the thick canopy of trees blocked any light from peering through. The glowing mushrooms scattered around were the only source of visibility. The forest was dark perfect for the growth of fungus, and Noir kinda like it. She was never a fan of the daylight and preferred it dark and gloomy. She felt like she could get lost in the dark forest entranced by the vegetation that like her felt at home in the darkness. She could get so entranced and lost in her wonder and kinship that she actually did get lost.

Noir was lost, completely lost. She must have taken a wrong turn past one of the identical trees or gone the wrong direction after passing one of the countless strange mushrooms so many that it was hard to keep track of which one was which. Noir was lost completely lost in the darkness. She had no clue where to go or how to find her way back to the others.

She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, “It’s fine I will find my way back.” she softly said to herself trying to reassure herself. She kept wandering around for what felt like an hour trying to find her way out of the forest. She tried to keep track of what plants to use as landmarks but the weirdness of each plant made them all blend in her mind turning into a uniform mush. She felt even more lost than she already was before as the forest got darker around her. She sucked up her pride a called out to the others, she would rather take the shame of admitting to being lost than actually being lost. But the only voice she heard was her own. The confront she once felt in the darkest part of the forest now caused her terror. She was alone in the dark, would she ever find her way out she didn’t know. Noir hated this feeling. She always liked being alone in the dark before but suddenly it was too much for her.

“Hello?” a soft enchanting voice drifted through the wind and past the trees and crept into Noir’s ear.

“HELLO!” she shouted back her gloomy face uncharacteristically beaming. She paused for a second as she didn’t recognize the voice, but she brushed it away. Finding someone anyone even a talking plant could help her find the way out.

“Follow my voice my child…” the voice whispered through the air. Part of her hesitated as the voice’s words were suspicious. “My child”? That line was an immediate red flag. But she was drawn towards the voice as if she was a puppet on a string. “Come my child I will show you the way home….” the voice crept into her ear once more. Noir’s pace picked up causing her to sprint towards the voice as it twisted through the trees.

She picked up her pace and ran to the voice as if it was her salvation. Noir blindly ran forwards as the voice instructed, her job or any sense of fear was long gone replaced with the desire to find the voice. Then she lost her footing and tumbled down a steep hill until she landed on a mossy stone path and everything went black.

“Master!” a voice called out waking Noir. “You have a visitor!”

She looked and saw a woman, not she was a mushroom or was it both. Her lower body seemed to disappear into two round orbs that resembled both puffball mushrooms and a massive butt. Noir looked around and found all eyes on her and she couldn’t help but to stare back at the hidden garden of mushroom women. She found herself in a nearly pitch-black garden with the only light coming from dim glowing fungi around a stone path with circles of exposed dirt with a mushroom woman inside of them.

“Well, well, well,” a familiar voice caught Noir’s ear echoing from a cave. She turned and saw a strange sight. A tall woman was just as pale as the Gardener Ivy, but she was wearing a black dress that’s ruffles were mushroom caps that emitted an eerie green glow from the center. She looked like a stereotypical witch with her pointy features and long black hair, and of course, she had an impressive bust. “It’s about time that another fly stumbles into my web.”

“D-d-d-d-d-d-d-” Noir stumbled out. She was normally quite composed in every situation she even greeted the Mistress and her guests even the most perverted without fear. But now she could barely move her lips in the presence of the ghost mushroom woman. Noir felt like a weight was crushing down on her, her mouth went numb and her limbs went weak. She could only create simple sounds and watch the woman in a mix of horror and wonder.

The woman strutted towards her seemingly mocking Noir’s inability to fight her presents. With a smug smile on her dark green lips, she lifted Noir’s chin with her fingers so the two women’s eyes met. “What is your name my child?” she whispered into Noir’s ear nibbling at her earlobe.

“N-noir…” she cooed.

The woman lead Noir to her feet and undressed her slowly letting the maid take in every inch of vulnerability as her clothing was shed from her skin. The black-haired maid stood there in her pale nude skin nothing covering her completely vulnerable. She was right where the mushroom witch wanted her. The woman’s hands quested to Noir’s plump breasts and the other to her already wet pussy. The witch played with her play simulating her. Their dark lips met and tongues quested inside of each other's mouths. Noir didn’t fight the witch, she didn’t want to, this was heaven. She let the witch dominate her body.

Just as Noir was about to come the witch pulled away and softly spoke to her, “Do you want this feeling to endure eternally?”

“Yes, Mistress!” Noir moaned. She wanted this moment to be permanent, she wanted her new mistress to violate her.

“Then I shall make you a part of my garden,” her words wrapped around Noir intoxicating her mind. “My personal garden.”

Noir only nodded as her new Mistress embraced her lips again. Noir could feel sticky and gooey creep down her throat until it reached her core. The substance expanded filling her up and becoming one with her. She quivered as her mistress broke away to watch her. She was changing. Noir’s moans filled the forest as her feet dug into the soil of the spot that her new mistress chose for her. She felt her feet break apart becoming roots. She could no longer move or escape not that she would ever want to. Her legs grew ghostly pale and she couldn’t help but force them together, and then their shape changed becoming a simple stalk with her hips and rear expanding out only making her moans louder and more sensual. At her waist, her flesh expanded down creating a bell-shaped dress and white scales grew out of them. The changes spread up her body tripling her already large breasts. She cupped them moaning as she squeezed them. They were massive and so sexy just for mistress she drunkenly giggled to herself. She could only think about her mistress and pleasure in her foggy state. Her entire body was a ghostly pale and now it was moving up her head. Her lips grew pumper and turned pure black, her face grew sharper, and her eyes became sharp as well highlighted by pitch-black eye shadow. Her hair grew a bit longer reaching her butt and her bangs grew out till they rested past her breasts. And out of the top of her head, a mushroom cap sprouted it was pale with white scales just like her permanent dress shape cap around her waist, but unlike it, the cap on her head grew flatter looking like a witch's hat.

Noir could only pant and moan as she felt something throbbing inside of her. She needed to cum so badly but she couldn’t. She needed to release the pent-up sexual energy. She needed to release it for her mistress. The witch walked up to her and gave her a light kiss on her lips and Noir exploded. She moaned to the heaves as her sexual floodgates were shattered. Her mind became groggy as she could only focus on her mistress and the releasing pleasure. She was cumming herself stupid. But it was different that, her cum was thicker and came from different parts of her. Black inky goo ran down her mushroom caps and poured out of her breasts. Her glossy black ink stained her caps a gothic black as they crept down them and dripped onto the grass around her. She had an inky veil of cum all around her spreading her spores all around her. Her spores for mistress. The mushroom witch held a jar under the steam of inky spores filling it up quickly. Noir knew that this was her new life, a fungus for mistress to harvest as she went through a never-ending euphoria.

The witch examined the contents of the jar and Noir held her heart waiting for her mistress’ response. “Very good, this will do nicely.” the woman said swirling the inky spores around.

“Mistress thank you!” Noir moaned as she swayed around in love. She felt another sputter of inky spores push free as if she was cumming just by praise alone. She looked at the other mushroom women as her mistress walked to each one collecting spores one by one each one having a similar reaction. Soon she was finished and retreated to her cave. Noir closed her eyes and clutched herself as she swayed back and forth thinking about her mistress only making her spores flow faster. When she opened her eyes she nearly jump.

“So this is where you ran off to?” “Ivy said looking at Noir through the veil of spores.

“Sorry…” Noir turned away in shame. She just remembered that she had a job to finish, but any kind of embarrassment from her new form didn’t cross her horny mind.

“It’s fine,” Ivy laughed, “I'm just lucky that my little sister was nice to you, usually most people who wander into her domain.” she paused and frowned, “Well it doesn’t end well.”

“Well, I liked this one,” a cold voice said from the cave. Noir nearly jumped as her mistress returned. Ivy had a vine wave her over.

“Mistress likes me!” Noir cooed to herself and squirted some more spores.

“I could tell she had some magical potential,” the woman said approaching her sister and her newest addition. “And besides she is quite a looker.”

“True,” Ivy said nudging her sister. “You didn’t need to melt her and the other’s brains like that Luciliae.”

Quite the looker. Luciliae the name of her Mistress. Noir’s mind was firing at a million miles per hour. She wanted her mistress to complement her more. She loved her mistress and wanted her love.

“It’s fine they are happier this way and more productive as well.” Luciliae coldly brushed off her sister’s concerns. Her garden stared at her cooing and moaning releasing spores. She looked back at her sister and laughed, “I see what you mean, but you have to admit they are quite cute this way.”

Ivy laughed back, “Fine they are quite cute I have to admit.” the two mushroom women walked towards the cave talking, “So how is the Mistress’ order of spores for her potions coming along.”

“Quite well, production has been up. Oh, you better tell her about my newest addition of an Inkcap.”

“Mistress mentioned me!” Noir cooed to herself as she spurted more spores as she watched her mistress walk into the darkness of her cave eagerly waiting for her return. She was determined to be the best mushroom for mistress and produce only the very best spores so mistress will be happy and compliment her.

“How are your preparations for Mistress’ new garden coming along, dear sister?” Luciliae asked as she worked with her vials and jars of strange concoctions she gathered from her garden. “I’m dying to see your next masterpiece.”

“Well, you won’t have to wait much longer as it is nearing completion,” she said with eager anticipation.

“You have been saying that for years now sister,” Luciliae rolled her eyes, “I know you are a perfectionist but everyone is looking forwards to the new addition.”

“I’m serious!” she exclaimed. She turned away and paced around the room as she continued  “I just need a few finishing touches and couple more plants and some more for my hybrid collection. Oh, I could just a bit more of those. Maybe I could add some of those as well.”

Luciliae put her hand on her sister’s stub of a shoulder and looked her in the eye, and slowly and sternly spoke to her, “Come on dear, knowing you it is already far beyond perfect.”

Ivy sighed, figuring that her sister was right, but she also wanted to do so much more. “I guess your right, but still I’m being serious about it being nearly completed!” Her sister raised her brow in response. Ivy sighed deeper, “I just need a few, a FEW more plants. And my centerpiece.”

“Oh, a centerpiece I’m interested tell me more,” Luciliae said as she returned to her work while keeping half of her attention on her sister.

“Sorry sister, but it’s a secret!” she said with a teasing wink.

“But sister,” Luciliae moaned.

“No, I’m not telling you,” she giggled, “You will have to see it when the new garden is ready.”

“Fine,” Luciliae disappointedly sighed, “But I’m only letting this slide because you are my dear sister, and I bet you don’t even know what it will be yourself.”

“Oh, hush,” Ivy said waving her away with a vine.

The sound of a Dryad running into the cave caught the sisters’ attention. The small green girl gave Ivy her clipboard. More pictures of the maids were crossed out. She wrapped the clipboard close to her with her vines. Another successful day of work and more beauty for her garden. The Dryad poked at the clipboard and Ivy eyed it down. Three girls were remaining outside of her special group. Ideas bloomed in her head about what to do with them. Her eyes lit up and she ran outside of the cave bidding her sister farewell as she sought her newest additions.