It shouldn't have been a huge surprise, but none of her fellow lab techs enjoyed the rich, earthy aroma of cow manure as much as she did. Nor did they appreciate her bare feet tracking clumps of it around the lab when Sepal wandered from her workstation. So, under threat of transforming into a pitchfork and torch wielding mob, they forced her to upend the tub of natural fertilizer into the woods behind the building. With it went her hopes to remain 100% organic throughout her new life as a Human-Plant Hybrid.
In retrospect, the goal of remaining untainted by man-made chemicals seemed particularly silly. After all, the HPH procedure was one big genetic tinkering session that resulted in a fusion of plant and animal characteristics that was anything but natural. So bring on the artificial pesticides, fertilizers, and nutritional supplements!
She started small by spiking her water with the recommended dilution of Flourish brand all-purpose vegetable food. When she noticed how much broader and healthier her leaves looked, Sepal graduated to taking nips of Flourish Concentrate from a hip flask she kept hidden in her lab coat. When her chest got big enough, she simply stashed the container in her cleavage. It was around that time she realized that there was no stigma attached to her habit. She started slurping big plastic cups of Martinson's Advanced Lawn & Garden Care formula right out in the open. Her body ripened further.
This meant that her mind was having a hard time concentrating on work. The tingle of new growth tickled the pleasure center of her brain, an organ already buzzing from the cocktail of chemicals she ingested. Sepal spent days merely pecking at her keyboard, transfixed by the buttery golden sunlight filtering through the window. Wherever it touched her, she felt alive. Wherever it didn't, she felt cheated. Her clothes produced shade. They were going to have to go.
They wouldn't have lasted much longer anyway. Every garment was strained to its limit by luxuriously rounded green flesh. Her pants were inches too short and refused to button. Her t-shirt begged for a swift death, tortured on a rack that had surpassed melon size long ago. The suffocating entombment of fabric was making her skin crawl. One afternoon she could stand the sensation no longer.
Sepal left a trail of rumpled clothing following her into the sunny clearing in the woods behind the lab. This was the ideal spot to perform her experiment. Well, less of an experiment; more like a taste test.
Personally, I would take about three or four of those things and hide out in the forest for a few days ... by then, they probably could see my forest for their trees. :)
The next day, she was found by the other workers in the lab. It wasn't hard, as each breast was larger than a duplex, and still visibly growing. Sepal couldn't move anymore, as she was now stranded atop a pair of breasts that easily outmassed her about 40 times each, but she didn't care, as the sensation of the sun on all of that exposed flesh was sufficient to drive any other concerns from her mind like a torch bearing mob drives Frankenstein's monster out of their village. She wasn't going to starve anytime soon, since her hair (which now trailed down in an enormous stream a good twenty feet long, and growing), was now also bearing a cornucopia of fruits and vegetables, and there wasn't any threat of a drought anytime soon. The only thing that she'd requested since they found her was a truckload of Gro-Good, a hose to drink it with, and some company. Meanwhile, some of the smarter lab staff are taking the seeds of her fruits and seeing what might grow from them...
I think a few of the writers here are on to something ... the bigger she is, the more sunlight she absorbs and the healither she is, the more cardon dioxide she takes from the air and the cleaner the air is.
Balloon, better yet, the bigger she gets, the more oxygen she gives off, which'll cause her "human" half to grow better, which will give off more CO2, which'll boost her "plant" half. It's like a never-ending chain reaction. Even scientifically she's a great asset to our planet. I guess that only means we need more like her. ;)
She's almost completely plant, so i think she would produce more oxygen than Co2. And Balloon, that's a good point. This could be our sexy answer to global warming.
In retrospect, the goal of remaining untainted by man-made chemicals seemed particularly silly. After all, the HPH procedure was one big genetic tinkering session that resulted in a fusion of plant and animal characteristics that was anything but natural. So bring on the artificial pesticides, fertilizers, and nutritional supplements!
She started small by spiking her water with the recommended dilution of Flourish brand all-purpose vegetable food. When she noticed how much broader and healthier her leaves looked, Sepal graduated to taking nips of Flourish Concentrate from a hip flask she kept hidden in her lab coat. When her chest got big enough, she simply stashed the container in her cleavage. It was around that time she realized that there was no stigma attached to her habit. She started slurping big plastic cups of Martinson's Advanced Lawn & Garden Care formula right out in the open. Her body ripened further.
This meant that her mind was having a hard time concentrating on work. The tingle of new growth tickled the pleasure center of her brain, an organ already buzzing from the cocktail of chemicals she ingested. Sepal spent days merely pecking at her keyboard, transfixed by the buttery golden sunlight filtering through the window. Wherever it touched her, she felt alive. Wherever it didn't, she felt cheated. Her clothes produced shade. They were going to have to go.
They wouldn't have lasted much longer anyway. Every garment was strained to its limit by luxuriously rounded green flesh. Her pants were inches too short and refused to button. Her t-shirt begged for a swift death, tortured on a rack that had surpassed melon size long ago. The suffocating entombment of fabric was making her skin crawl. One afternoon she could stand the sensation no longer.
Sepal left a trail of rumpled clothing following her into the sunny clearing in the woods behind the lab. This was the ideal spot to perform her experiment. Well, less of an experiment; more like a taste test.
She couldn't wait to see the results.