Alice stepped off the plane, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was her first solo trip for the Adventurers Guild, and she was determined to make her mark as the youngest and shortest member to complete such a feat. Her mission was simple: retrieve an ancient goblet, carved from rare wood, which was said to be housed in a ruined city deep within a rainforest.

The journey to the general area had been relatively smooth, despite some hassles with corrupt officials. An expedition was quickly set up, but the locals hired for the job refused to enter a certain area where the ruins were believed to be located. They agreed to set up camp and wait for a few days, citing rumors of local tribes losing people in that area. Alice, however, was undeterred. She had several old maps scanned and uploaded to her PDA, giving her multiple leads to follow.

In her tent, Alice sifted through reports and documents, studying the artifact and the area's history. She laid out her gear: rope, compass, flare gun, map, knife, and her phone with GPS. Dressed in short cargo shorts and a black vest top, she felt ready for the challenge ahead. The missing locals, mostly female, added an eerie layer to her mission, but Alice dismissed any fears, confident in her preparation.

After negotiating a ten-day wait with her guides, Alice set off into the jungle, knife in hand and a small Indiana Jones-style hat perched on her head. The forest changed dramatically as she approached the "taboo" area; the plants were more vibrant, and the animal sounds more prevalent. She snapped a few photos, taking in the breathtaking beauty despite the potential dangers.

As she ventured deeper, the flora became increasingly exotic and alien, while the fauna remained normal but more numerous. The air was hot, humid, and sickly sweet. Eventually, she arrived at a glade by a cliffside, featuring a waterfall and a crystal-clear lake. The scenery was straight out of a movie, with huge, strange fruits swaying from trees and flowers unlike anything she had ever seen.

Alice marveled at the paradise before her, sitting on a long-abandoned stone bench covered in vines and flowers. The pollen in the air seemed to enhance the aesthetic rather than bother her. She inspected the stone, determining it to be thousands of years old, a sign that she was close to her target. Her phone signal was now completely dead, but she felt a thrill of excitement. She spotted a similar plant nearby, its fruits missing and leaves seeming to writhe on their own.

As Alice approached the tree with the huge, strange fruits, she noticed an odd assortment of items near its stem: loincloths, wooden jewelry, and breastcloths. It seemed as if native women had left their items there hurriedly, perhaps to go swimming in the nearby lake. The tree's thick branches allowed for easy climbing, and the fruits were enormous, bright red, and slightly egg-shaped.

Alice pulled out her binoculars to scan the area, but saw no signs of human activity near the lake. As she stood close to the tree, a honey-like substance poured down from above, coating her in a thick, translucent, and extremely sticky layer. "EWWWW WHAT THE FUCK?" she shouted in disgust, her jet-black hair clinging to her face as she tried to wipe off the substance.

Suddenly, she noticed a shadow descending on her. One of the massive fruits had split open, revealing multiple layers and small, squirmy vines radiating out between each layer. The vines moved eagerly, attempting to engulf her like a flytrap catching its prey. Alice tried to leap out of the way, but the sticky substance kept her feet rooted to the spot. She shrieked as the fruit completely covered her, feeling the first inward layer close around her, leaving only her shins exposed.

Eager tendrils ran over her body, examining her and discarding her boots and socks as the plant slowly lifted her up. "What?!" Alice gasped, astonished by the situation. The tendrils' suction alone removed her shoes, and she could feel them tickling her bare feet. She tried to reach for her knife, but her arms were wedged against her chest, and her right arm got stuck at her side.

The tendrils continued to explore her body, noticing her cargo shorts and tugging at them until her belt came loose. Her shorts joined the growing pile of her belongings on the ground. "Oh my god, what?!" she exclaimed, trying to keep her shorts on by wedging her thighs together, but the tendrils were too strong. Her bare skin rubbed against the tendrils, and she could feel something hard pressing onto the top of her head, slowly inching down toward her face.

The tendrils found her panties next, tugging them off and adding them to the pile. Alice tried to reason with herself, taking deep breaths as she felt the ominous presence on her head. The tendrils reached her vest top, tugging and finally shredding it, casting the remnants down onto the pile. Something pressed against her lips with force, feeling rubbery and smooth.

Alice resisted the urge to scream as the substance pressed against her lips, not wanting to risk it getting in her mouth and choking her. She tried to shake her head, but the grip was too strong. Her top and bra were in tatters, her perky breasts rubbing against the tendrils and her nipples hardening against her will. She managed to raise her left arm to her chest, trying to push away, but it was immediately wedged to her right breast.

A tendril snaked around the base of her right breast, and another did the same to her left, the pressure against her lips not relieving. She wriggled in the engulfing flower, the pressure on her breasts immense. She gritted her teeth, but eventually, the unrelenting pressure on her lips overcame her, and she slightly parted her lips to get some more air.

Something flat and rubbery glided into her mouth, and there was a hissing sound as it inflated like a balloon, bulging out her cheeks and burying her tongue underneath it. Tendrils snapped around her thighs, just above her knees, squeezing her legs together, rendering her unable to move.

Alice's muffled screams filled the air as the thick, unforgiving texture in her mouth silenced her cries for help. Her eyes widened in fear as the tendrils wrapped around her legs, welding her tanned thighs together. Her calves and ankles wriggled in panic, but the grip was too strong. A tendril wrapped around her right wrist, tugging it behind her back where her other arm was already secured. She fought with all her strength, but eventually, her right wrist joined her left in the arch of her back.

She sank her teeth into the bulb in her mouth, releasing air and slightly deflating it, which allowed her to scream a little more. Another tendril snapped around her waist, pinning her wrists against the small of her back. She bit down on the bulb again, but it was rock hard this time. More tendrils locked around her waist and wrists, squeezing her tightly and causing tears to form in her eyes.

Two more tendrils wrapped above and below her already bound breasts, squeezing them tightly. The ends of the tendrils wrapped around her nipples, binding them tightly. Alice looked down in mortification as she felt something slide between her legs. Another tendril, this one different, had two firm protusions that pushed into her slit and rear at the same time. Her muffled screams stopped for a forced gasp as the rubbery tendril inserted itself inside her. She stretched her fingers and curled her toes, her body going into a flustered panic.

The tendril moved slightly, constantly stirring the rubbery prods inside her, as the second layer of the fruit closed around her, leaving only her feet exposed. She bent forward from the pressure, her breathing incredibly heavy due to the circumstance and the humidity of the inner plant. Her cheeks were stained with tears as the pressure mounted sensationally. Vines tightened around the second layer, further restricting her movements and squeezing her into shape.  


Alice's once frantic kicking turned into a clunky, nimble squirm as her calves and ankles were fully ensnared. The tendril continued to move inside her, and the third layer closed in, covering her feet and binding her toes. In the inner layer, rubbery sacks closed around her hands, pulling them into tight fists. Every muscle in her body fought for survival as she let out defeated screams, her hope fading completely. She was almost entirely immobilized, forgetting what the sun looked and felt like, surrounded by nothing but pressure.

The plant relentlessly stimulated her, and she soon lost track of time. To breathe, she had to squeeze the bulb in her mouth, which occasionally dispensed a nectar-like substance. She released the substance onto her tongue, filling her mouth along with the bulb. After a few days, figures in protective suits and long poles appeared, prodding the tree and causing the outer layer to peel open, releasing her, still sheathed in three layers and wrapped in tendrils, in a stream of honey-like substance.

Nearly malnourished and famished, Alice mustered all her energy to squirm and wriggle, looking like a worm from the outer perspective. The nectar had kept her from suffering too heavily, but she had clearly lost a few pounds and was incredibly hungry. The people observing her casually carried her and other wrapped victims onto a small clearing where a truck stood ready, flopping them onto the loading space like harvested fruit.

Alice screamed for help, feeling the pressure of people carrying her but not understanding why she was not being set free. She lay helpless on a heap of harvested girls, the plant's air and nutrition support still working for several hours, unfortunately, so did the tendril between her legs.

Alice Explores the rain forest.