Pillow 21 - Dirty deeds done red

(Woman into plant)*

It was a craze.

Since the gardening contest was announced, the entire neighbourhood had been turned upside down - obsessed with the competition. Even people that had never had a single thought about the greenery in their backyards in their entire lives.

Rosmerta was the perfect example of that. A mature short woman with pale skin, ample breasts and very red, very long hair, she had always considered herself above any soil related task. A posh childless trophy wife, her worries were about wine and the backstabbing gossip of the ladies of the area.

When the posters announcing the contests appeared on trees, streetlights and walls she initially turned her nose up in rejection, but as quite a few of her neighbours began to get their yards ready, something started to change.

It was like a call from the garden.

Soon, to her surprise along with everyone else's, most especially her husband, she rolled up her sleeves and began to dig, fertilize, water and cultivate her land. Hard physical labour for the first time in her life.

It seemed it was a positive improvement at the very least, until Rosmerta became quite obsessed with the gardening toil, it became the only thing on her mind, the only thing she showed any interest in at least. No matter if she was gossiping or having sex, thinking about the garden was her priority.

She was particularly focused on defeating Grace, that snotty hippie that lived a couple of doors away and who apparently had all the numbers to be the winner.

Winning against her had a particular alluring appeal for Rosmerta, in particular because the two of them had a long running feud and what better way to conclude it than by proving herself to be better at the thing that Grace was best at?

It made zero sense to anybody who wasn’t Rosmerta.

Kneeling down in the soil she was digging a hole with her spade, snorting and grunting in quite an erotic manner. She was wearing overalls tied around her waist and a white tank top, braless and in boots, her hair tied in a ponytail.

Apart from the sweat she had also managed to get herself quite dirty with soil.

Not that long before Rosmerta would have considered it the end of her existence to be found with soil under her nails, but now it felt quite comfortable, she would have dared to say maybe even natural.

She leaned back, wiping her sweaty forehead with the back of her arm.

The hole was ready.

Rosmerta smirked.

A hole perfect for a tomato plant.

Such as she was.

That sudden strange thought sent a wave of frightening chills up her spine. The mature woman froze like a deer in a truck’s headlights as the idea of her certain future as a fruited vegetable seeded itself in her brain.

Rosmerta shook her head, her cheeks were as red as her hair. She coughed and rubbed her throat, it felt sore, dry.

“I need water…” she mumbled.

Squatting down she grabbed the nearby garden hose and turned it on. Her intention was to just drink a quick gulp, but once the fresh liquid splashed her bust her path was immediately firmly sealed.

With her nipples hard, the soaked tank top revealed the sweetness of her big areolaed tits as clearly as if she was naked, maybe even better. Nipples stiffened, one hand slid inside her overalls and began to rub her pussy as she sucked at the running hose in a way that  made you think of a cock.

Inside her boots her toes tingled in a very particular way.

She gurgled, moaned, and gasped.

There was a loud splush-like sound, she orgasmed in the backyard without an ounce of shame… Giggling, silly Rosmerta pulled her hand out of the crotch, then frowned when she held it in front of her face.

Her fingers were sticky, wet, neither of which was weird, but there was something else, something reddish.

Looking closer and then rubbing together her fingertips she felt and then saw those tiny spots stick to her skin.

Seeds.

“Tomato seeds…” she whispered with a hint of fear.

The tingle in her toes became too strong to ignore any longer.

She yelled loudly, looking down, seeing as her toes elongated and became thinner, ripping open the soles of her boots and began to dig into the earth beneath.

Just like roots would.

Rosmerta even felt the taste on the tips of her toes, which made her react.

Quickly she pulled her root-feet out of the soil, sobbing and cursing she kicked off her boots and removed her overalls, leaving her bottom half naked. She put her feet inside that perfect hole she had dug. The flesh tore apart, separating into dozens of small tendrils that stretched in every direction whilst at the same time they merged into the base of a singular stem.

“Gaaaaaaaaag… How can this feel so good?!” she moaned, covering the hole with one arm while the other pulled her cellphone from the back pocket of her discarded overalls.

She called her husband.

“Honey!” she groaned as soon as she heard her husband on the other end of the line. “Listen to me, when you arrive home there will be a tomato plant in the garden! You have to put a stick in the earth and tie her to it or she may break!”

Her husband sighed deeply.

“Did you really have to call me at work to ask that? Christ, Rosmerta, you are obsessed, that garden is going to be your damnation!”

“For fucks sake can’t you just do what I’ve said?!!” she shouted, half-pleading.

“Okay, okay, I will tie up your stupid tomato plant, geez… By the way, I’m not sure if you will like it or not, but I bought a-!”

Rosmerta never knew if she was going to like it or not, nor what her husband had bought, as just then the phone slipped from her hands. Tiny green shoots had begun to sprout around her cunt, one of them was her clit.

Her lips were trembling, a bizarre mof horror and lust sending her into overdrive.

Her body tensed.

From the tiny shoots tiny leaves began to grow.

“Goooooooghhhhh!”

She could barely resist the crushing pleasure, her body was stretching, shrinking and becoming thinner, everything at once. Her breasts slid out of her tank top as it grew baggy, their skin was turning red and glossy.

More shoots with their leaves grew all over her skin, some even from beneath her nails, her hair began to quickly fall out leaving her bald, but the transforming woman’s attention was on her crotch.

Something was being pushed out from inside her vagina and from inside her anus, trying not to clench Rosmerta held her breath.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”

Three tomatoes, attached to their stem, came out of her cunt, two, also with a stem, from her rear before the holes sealed behind them. Juicy tomatoes of different sizes, slightly green, but certain to quickly mature thanks to the nourishment she was going to spend the rest of her life providing.

“This is such…! Uuuuuhhhhhhh! FUCKKKK!” her voice sounded distant, high pitched and fuzzy. “IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiigh leaves onnnn my arsssss!”

Her tomato-tits were pushed away from her shrunken torso by branches whilst a third fruitless stem sprouted between them. One of her thumbs and one of her middle fingers had also started to swell into tomatoes at the end of her dangling, contracting branch arms. Rosmerta’s consciousness spread as her neck grew longer, no longer centered in her brain, but in every leaf, branch and root. She felt dizzy, fresh, scared, whole, every last inch of her body that wasn’t fruit became green cellulose.

Her head, swollen and red, spat some tomato seeds as the weight bent the plant’s trunk. Those slimy seeds were coming out of her ears, nose and tear ducts as the posh suburban housewife’s facial features were consumed by the vegetable.

“Iiiittttoooo musssshhhh…! Tooooo geaaaaaaavyyyy!” cried the vanishing echo of Rosmerta’s voice. “Gggggggonnna breaaaaaakkkkkk!”

She might have been a lousy beginner of a gardener, but she wasn’t wrong.

First one of the large tomatoes that had been a boob moments ago dropped off it’s stem, causing a heavy blunt puff as it hit the soil.

“Gggggggggggggggggggg!”

Then the tomato that used to be Rosmerta’s head fell off, another pop, another puff.

The plant swung back and forward a couple of times before stopping and then it was over.

Silence claimed that backyard garden as if nothing had happened.

The hose dripped, moistening the ground.

The belongings of a vanished woman lay spread over the soil.

A tomato plant with a tank top tangled around its branches.