Daniel crept quietly away from the border of the camp. He’d gotten enough information on their movements to make absolutely sure that his side would win the next battle. Now, all he needed to do was make it back. The thick cover of leaves and plants on the ground would help make sure that he made it back without issue.
Something other than him rustled in the woods. He froze, not wanting to make a sound. He couldn’t afford to be caught right now, not with such vital information.
From another direction, he heard the distinct clanking and grumbling of soldiers. Why were they coming so deep into the woods?
Daniel hesitated. On one hand, he could leave now. On the other, there weren’t a lot of reasons for the soldiers to be going this deep into the woods. More information couldn’t hurt.
Choice made, he settled down in a prone position to listen. The nearby rustle came again, but it only sounded like leaves. He dismissed it.
The idle chatter of the soldiers as they came closer wasn’t anything that he didn’t already know. They were well-provisioned, there was training going on, their supply train was a little late-
Something was moving around his feet. Daniel forcibly stilled himself. He couldn’t afford to make noise right now- the patrol would certainly kill him. The soft rustling was louder now. He prayed that it wasn’t a rattlesnake.
When it began to work its way under his belt and waistband, he finally, carefully, looked down. A bolt of horror shot down his spine. Seedvine was a rare plant, only growing in areas where there was considerable mana, but everyone with a womb knew to fear it. If it trapped you, it would use you to grow its seeds.
Daniel wanted to cry and scream, but if he made a sound, the patrol would hear it.
The seedvine’s tendrils wound more tightly and intricately around his feet, weaving themselves into a mat. Even if he dared to try moving, he wouldn’t be able to. He’d need something sharp to free himself, and he’d lost his dagger using it as a distraction earlier. Worst of all, the vines were successfully pulling down his pants and underwear, leaving his pussy bare to them.
The tendrils investigated him almost curiously, brushing against his folds. Involuntarily, he could feel himself lubricating at the stimulation. He wished that he hadn’t.
As they began to rub him more firmly, he knew that he’d never stood a chance at anything else. He was now biting his lips not to avoid cries of horror, but moans of pleasure. The clever, slender vines were exploring him, deliberately working him looser and wetter.
Worst of all, the soldiers had settled down in the clearing his hiding spot was next to. Evidently, they were having a picnic.
Daniel had no escape. Defeated, he moved his legs a little farther apart.
The vines took the invitation with glee, delving into his wet hole with enthusiasm. Some others wandered up under his shirt, peeling that off too. He didn’t resist- that would have made noise, he told himself.
He wished that it didn’t feel good as they lifted him slightly to knead at his chest. He’d had it bound, but they peeled off the bandages with ease. His breasts hung free, and he knew it wouldn’t end there.
The vines in Daniel’s pussy were growing bolder, shoving in and out with enough force to rock him in their grip. A small, hysterical corner of his mind wondered how deep they would go before they started to actually seed him. The rest of him was focused on not making a sound as his first orgasm, from the combination of the stimulation to his pussy and his breasts, crashed over him.
The soldiers were happily eating their sandwiches and chatting lightly away. Apparently there had been a few disappearances lately. He perked up a little. This could at least be a silver lining-
Daniel lost focus as the vines on his chest began to secrete. His breasts began to grow heavier and more tender. They hadn’t been small to start with, he’d had to put in a lot of effort to hide them, but they were definitely growing. He shuddered in horror and pleasure as the weight hanging from his chest grew.
The pumping of the vines in his pussy didn’t let up. If anything, they were growing thicker and firmer, taking advantage of his arousal to shove more of themselves in. They wrung another orgasm out of him. He bit his lip to not cry out, and tasted blood in his mouth.
Then, they stopped. A weight began to pool inside of Daniel. This was the final stage of being captured by a seedvine: the seeding. He couldn’t help but steal a glance downward, and he gaped in horror.
There were changes that he hadn’t even noticed. It had pulled his hips wider, resculpting his lower half to be perfect for cradling a huge stomach. His skin was completely hairless where they had rubbed, and his chest… it was even larger to look at than it had felt. Each one had to be nearly the size of a child’s head. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Daniel never be able to hide them again.
Then there was his middle, just beginning to show the weight he could feel settling into his womb. He couldn’t look away from it. Seedvine planted an unknown number of immature seeds in the womb of its human host, forcing a small labor every month to eject the seeds that had been nurtured to ripeness. Then, a new batch of seeds would begin to ripen. No known host had ever expelled all of the seeds before they died. He would forever be swollen and birthing. Nobody would ever see him as a man again.
A small sob erupted from him, before he caught himself. When he heard the rustling of the leaves, he knew he’d been caught.
“Hey! There’s a whore here that got caught by a seedvine! Who wants to carry her to camp?”
They… didn’t even think that he could be a spy. Just some stupid slut who wandered too far into the woods and got herself knocked up by a plant.
The soldiers cheered, gathering around Daniel to cut the seedvine away. One of them hauled his unresisting body up onto their back, and another slapped his belly. “Seedvine whores are the best. They never give you a brat to take care of, and they’re always horny. What’s your name, whore?”
He didn’t have a choice, did he.
“Well, Danielle, you’re going to be contributing to the war effort from now on. Consider yourself conscripted as a morale booster!”
As he was hauled into the camp, he already knew that he would never have a choice again. His last choice would be the one to allow himself to be seeded.
Daniel the spy would never deliver his message. Danielle the whore would service man after man with a giant belly, birthing every month for the rest of her life.
If tears were running down her face, it was easy to tell herself that it was from the fucking.
