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Monstergirl Challenge (Rose Girl)
🕑 Added 2022-01-02 12:16:43 +0000 UTCWoman: Swift Creek Photos
Rose: Malleni Stock
Chloe’s transformations were a strange mix. Sometimes animal, sometimes plant, sometimes even mechanical! Chloe, though, was getting tired of the lot. It was bad enough not knowing when you got up whether you’d stay yourself the rest of the day. It was definitely wearing.
The day had started normally (as most of them did). Chloe, after her husband left for work and she’d cleared up breakfast and did the chores necessary to keep the hobby farm going, was in the garden doing a little pruning when the unwelcome cold wind began. With a sigh, Chloe wondered what she was to become this time.
At first, there seemed no changes. Everything seemed to be normal save for a strange tingling from her waist to her feet. Realising this was another of the major changes she reluctantly stripped down, sat on the ground and waited. As she stripped, she noticed the colour changes. Strange pinkish threads were spreading across the skin of her hips while her legs were becoming decidedly green. She was feeling colder than usual as well and decided to head for the warmth of the nearby greenhouse carrying her clothes.
Once inside, realising that the change would occur regardless, Chloe began to clear a space on the floor. She needn’t have bothered as she began to notice the world was enlarging — or she was shrinking which was far more likely. Her legs shrank and fused. Soon she was a woman with a plant stem. This stem soon developed thorns along its length. She quickly recognised the result — she now had a rose stem! This soon developed leaves and, to Chloe’s amazement, began to snake across the floor towards the nearby rose bush. Chloe remembered she was going to put the plant out to harden off before planting it. ‘Not today’, she decided. The stem joined the plant and began to shorten, dragon Chloe along with it. Soon, she was firmly attached to the bush and about 75 centimetres above the floor.
The fine network of pink threads spread to just below her breasts and then spread until she was as pink as any of the roses about her on the bush from her breasts to where she was joined to the bush. The pinkness began to separate at her waist into a number of petals. These folded back while a second set remained around her hips and waist. The strange cold wind dropped and Chloe realised she was stuck for the rest of the day as a rose.
That evening, her husband returned to discover her absent. He knew full well what this meant but it took nearly an hour to find her attached to the rose bush.
“I don’t suppose you could water me?” she asked. “I’m awfully thirsty.”
